Zong Yuan became more and more popular day by day.
The love letters in his drawer couldn't be stuffed, and they could be scattered all over the floor with a light touch. Fu Xin watched him hold a drawer of love letters and throw them into the trash can without mercy.
Fu Xin rubbed his palms, "Don't you look"
Zong Yuan rubbed his forehead and felt a headache, "I don't have to go to class today after reading every letter."
Fu Xin looked at his drawer, and there was a love letter that was left out. He reached in, and under Zong Yuan's gaze, he threw the pink envelope into the trash can, "Don't favor one over another."
The corners of Zong Yuan's eyes twitched, this idiom can still be used like this
The teacher was lecturing on the podium, and the history class made people drowsy. Zong Yuan stared at Fu Xin, "Fu Xin," he pointed to his hair, "you shouldn't have this hairstyle."
Fu Xin looked at his broken hair, "Then what kind of hair is suitable for me?"
With all his strength, Zong Yuan dragged the stool to Fu Xin's side, fixed Fu Xin's chin with his left hand, and unceremoniously lifted his slightly long hair with his right hand, exposing Fu Xin's entire face like this.
Zong Yuan raised one corner of his lips, turned his face left and right in satisfaction, and smirked, "Not bad looking."
Fu Xin stared at the corner of his raised mouth, grabbed Zong Yuan's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Listen to the class."
Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows, and before he could say anything, the teacher called his name. The wrinkled and bearded teacher was dissatisfied, "Why are you here, answer this question."
Zong Yuan lazily stood up, "Teacher, I choose c."
"" Fu Xin clicked on the question, "This is a fill-in-the-blank question."
Today is Friday, there is no evening self-study, Zong Yuan waited for Fu Xin to pack his things, smoking slowly and waiting for him, surrounded by smoke, there were many people walking around, and there was always a lot of eyes on him.
A beautiful girl with light makeup came in at the front door, "Is Zong Yuan there?"
The person in front pointed back, "Over there, the last row."
When Zong Yuan heard his name, he raised his head and saw a beautiful girl walking towards this side, holding an envelope in her hand, and the fragrance on her body could waft for ten miles.
Many people who planned to leave put down their schoolbags and prepared to watch a play.
Zong Yuan sat and smoked calmly, watching the girl walk up to him, "Student Zong Yuan, I like you, please be my boyfriend"
The tip of Fu Xin's nose moved, and she sneezed several times due to the scent on her body.
Zong Yuan sighed, "Student, you are choking on my deskmate."
The girl's face froze with a smile.
Fu Xin put the packed schoolbag on her back, stood at the back door and waited for him, staring at him unblinkingly with her dark eyes.
Zong Yuan casually said, "I don't like you like this."
"" The love letter in the girl's hand was about to hit Zong Yuan's face, "How do you know if you don't like it if you haven't tried it."
"Yeah." Zong Yuan smiled playfully, and nodded in agreement, "What you said makes sense."
Fu Xin held the schoolbag firmly, and looked at Zong Yuan quietly.
Zong Yuan restrained his smile, "Little sister, study hard, are you an adult?"
When he wasn't smiling, the upturned corners of his eyes looked ruthless, "I don't want to try."
Plop plop.
The girl threw the envelope on Zong Yuan and left angrily. The surrounding was silent for a few seconds, and then the noise quickly resumed. Zong Yuan picked up the envelope on his body, but before he could do anything, Fu Xin took it away from him, "Let's go. "
Zong Yuan stood up and touched his chin, "It's too hard to refuse."
Fu Xin walked beside him, and all he could smell was his scent. This scent became increasingly familiar, and he lowered his eyes, "It's not cruel."
Zong Yuan hooked his shoulders with a smile, and leaned into his ear, "Good boy."
Fu Xin's heart went numb.
He returned home with his numbing heart in his hands, the door lock had been unlocked, he came back to his senses, opened the door, and a man was rummaging through things in a drunken way, and when he heard the movement, he looked back, "Where is the money, bastard?" money"
Fu Xin entered the door silently, and took out an iron box under the bed. Fu Xin's father hugged the box hungry, opened it, and found that there were only a few small bills and coins in it. Emotionally distorted, "You're kidding me"
Fu Xin answered him without emotion, "This is all the money in the family."
Fu Xin's father threw the box on the ground with a bang, walked around like an addict, fixed his eyes on Fu Xin's schoolbag, he took it away rudely, and Fu Xin watched him calmly looking at himself He touched the pocket of his school uniform jacket with his hand.
Fu Xin's father saw his action and sneered, "It's something hidden, you little bastard has no conscience to take it out for me."
Fu Xin waved his father's hand away, "Get lost"
He stared at his father fiercely, his expression seemed to be touched, "Don't fucking touch me"
He took out the palm-sized picture book in his pocket, "Looks like he has no money." Fu Xin's father looked at him, his eyes were burning red, and Fu Xin also looked at him, protecting his own book, as if he was ready to kill someone at any time wolf.
There was a neighbor's voice outside, "Someone inside is not quiet."
Fu Xin's father took a few deep breaths, packed the money in the iron box, slammed the door and left.
Silence returned to the small house.
Fu Xin slowly sat down leaning against the wall. The tidy house had become messy. He hugged his knees and buried his face in them. When he lifted them up again, his expression was calm.
He opened the drawing book, and on the last page was a circle drawn with soot.
It was painted by Zong Yuan.
Fu Xin went up to smell it, and the familiar smell of smoke enveloped his sense of smell, as if Zong Yuan was by his side.
Zong Yuan frowned and sat up abruptly from the bed.
0046 was taken aback, "What's wrong, I had a nightmare"
Zong Yuan's temples bulged, "I always feel like I've forgotten something."
0046,"What the hell can happen?"
Zong Yuan, "I remembered."
0046 circled around anxiously, "Fuck, fuck, Fu Xin got beaten up while shopping on the street today"
Before it finished speaking, Zong Yuan put on his shoes with a cold face, took his coat and hurriedly walked downstairs to the apartment.
damn
After Fu Xin finished tidying up the room, he took out a plastic bottle from under the crowded bathroom cabinet, which was full of rattling coins. He poured out a few and took the garbage to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.
Zong Yuan was riding a motorcycle, his helmet was tightly blocked, "Where is it?"
0046 acts as a GS for him, Zong Yuan drives vigorously, doesn't care about safety at all, and rushes into the traffic.
0046 was frightened, "Zong Yuan, be careful."
After a journey of more than ten minutes, Zong Yuan put the helmet on the car and walked quickly to the alley where the accident happened with a calm face and long legs.
There was no one in the alley.
"Fuck," Zong Yuan kicked the wall hard, irritated, "Where the fuck is it?"
He was murderous and angry, 0046 stammered, "I, I'll check."
As soon as the words were finished, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Fu Xin buried his head and ran forward, looking behind while running, but his shoulders were grabbed by two hands.
Fu Xin's breathing stagnated, and a familiar voice sounded beside his ear, "Fu Xin, it's me."
It's Zong Yuan
Fu Xin pulled him, and sank into the bottom of the sea with a strong heart, "Run!"
Zong Yuan and 0046 breathed a sigh of relief together, Zong Yuan smiled disdainfully, "I came here just to teach them a lesson."
He pulled Fu Xin behind him, "Go to the side and wait."
After the gangsters who were chasing Fu Xin ran into this alley, they saw Zong Yuan looking like he had been waiting for a long time.
Zong Yuan looked at them and grinned meaningfully, "Brothers, you are here."
A few gangsters suddenly had a bad feeling.
A few painful muffled groans came from the alley, and a few minutes later, Zong Yuan took Fu Xinyou and walked out of the alley leisurely, feeling refreshed.
Fu Xin tugged Zongyuan suddenly, "Wait."
He ran back into the alley, squatted beside the leader, and took out a small thing from his pocket. The leader tried to open his eyes wide to see it, but he trembled all over. What Fu Xin held in his hand was a small utility knife.
"It was He Xiuxiu who asked us to come"
Fu Xin moved the small blade attached to his face to his eyes, and thought for a while, "Go and tell her that I was with Zong Yuan, but you didn't do anything." The gangster closed his eyes and nodded quickly.
When Fu Xin went out, Zong Yuan was kicking stones boredly, "What's wrong?"
Fu Xin, "I'll ask him who gave the instructions."
Zong Yuan snorted and looked Fu Xin critically up and down, "As long as your little arms and legs can ask you, just stay by my side honestly, just study hard, and I will take care of the rest."
He stretched out a hand lazily, "Give it to me."
Fu Xin honestly gave him the utility knife in his pocket.
Zong Yuan glanced at it, threw it into his pocket casually, and snorted, "Little bastard."
His voice was deep and pleasant, with an indescribable gentleness. He had said exactly the same thing as Fu Xin's father, but Fu Xin was helplessly addicted to it.
Fu Xin moved his fingers and asked him in a low voice, "How do you know I'm here?"
Zong Yuan was walking in front, turned his head when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows, and smiled half-smile, "Because of us," he touched Fu Xin's heart, and smiled mischievously, "There is a good heart."
Fu Xin seemed to have spirituality in the spot he clicked, and jumped faster and faster on his own, as if he was eager to jump out of his chest and meet the person who clicked it.
Fu Xin was two beats behind, and looked up at him blankly. Zong Yuan smiled sullenly, gently raised Fu Xin's chin with his slender fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Why?"
"Bewitched by me"
Fu Xin pulled his hand away, licked his dry mouth, and looked to the lower right corner, "No."
Zong Yuan clicked his tongue and joked, "It seems that I'm not attractive enough." He hooked Fu Xin, "Come to live at my house tonight."
Fu Xin was nervous, "Why?"
"No reason," Zong Yuan tapped Fu Xin's head with his hand, "Be obedient, um"
He looked at the nearby vegetable market, "Can you cook?" Fu Xin nodded and frowned, "You haven't eaten yet."
Zong Yuan hummed, "Did you eat it?"
Fu Xin shook his head.
Zong Yuan was happy, "It seems that this matter is destined, let's go, Fu Xin, let me try your handicraft, in case it catches my stomach."
He casually teased Fu Xin, "Then I'm yours."