Yu Fan wanted to take his hand back, but felt that Chen Jingshen would fall to the ground.
So he could only hold the person with one hand and hold the water glass with the other.
He squeezed the plastic water cup with crackling noises, and the liquid in it swayed helplessly from side to side.
It wasn't until the new customer walked into the convenience store and looked over in surprise and doubt that Yu Fan belatedly called himself an idiot.
Yu Fan supported Chen Jingshen's face with his hands, sat down beside him, then picked up his schoolbag and put it on the table.
"Get up." He shook the person in his hand, pointed at the schoolbag, "Sleep here."
Chen Jingshen half-raised his eyelids and agreed.
Before Chen Jingshen lay down, his collar was pulled lightly again.
Yu Fan's voice was uncomfortable: "Here, drink it before going to bed."
Chen Jingshen took the cup.
Like the previous glass of sugar and salt water, this time the honey water is too sweet to make you feel greasy.
No matter before or now, Yu Fan always likes to give things very much.
Resisting to finish drinking the honey water, Chen Jingshen rested his elbows on his schoolbag and lay quietly on his side.
His eyelids drooped slightly, and he stared at the mole on Yu Fan's cheek with drunk eyes.
Yu Fan casually started a mobile game to pass the time. A few seconds later, he said coldly, "Turn your head over to sleep."
Chen Jingshen said, "I'm afraid you're leaving."
"..." Too lazy to talk nonsense with drunks, Yu Fan clicked on Snake, "Let's go early."
Chen Jingshen was silent for two seconds, as if thinking.
After thinking about it, he felt that this was the reason, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the original position.
At the end of a game, Yu Fan stared at the scoring interface, loosened his right hand and held it again, and pressed his finger hard on the place where his lips had touched before, leaving a not so obvious crescent mark.
He glanced sideways.
The redness on Chen Jingshen's face has faded, the wet hair on his forehead is messy, his fingers are curled up on the edge of his schoolbag, his arched shoulders rise and fall steadily with his breathing.
He is tall, and he looks a little embarrassed sleeping between the tables and chairs in the convenience store.
Every time in the big recess after the second class in the morning, all the students in the class lay down on their desks to catch up on the time to catch up on sleep. Only Chen Jingshen sat steadily, occasionally turning pens in his hand. At the most relaxing time, I just raised my arms and touched my temples.
Such a person is now curled up in a convenience store, sleeping on his schoolbag.
The phone buzzed a few times, bringing Yu Fan back to his senses.
[Wang Lu'an: How is Xueba? Damn, I just took a look. Several glasses he drank were foreign, and the light was too dim for me to see clearly.]
[-:good.]
[-:should.]
[Wang Lu'an: ... Don't scare me.]
[Wang Lu'an: Why haven't you come back yet? Haven't delivered yet? Zuo Kuan and the others took advantage of your absence to join forces with those in their squad to pour me over, and come back quickly to save me!]
The person next to him moved, probably because he felt uncomfortable sleeping, so he moved his arm lightly.
Yu Fan's fingers paused on the screen for two seconds before typing.
[-: I won't go back.]
[-: You are asking for more blessings.]
Chen Jingshen woke up after lying down for about ten minutes.
He glanced around first, as if to make sure that he was still there. Then he sat up straight slowly, straightened his collar slowly, and reached out to open the schoolbag that had been on his pillow for a long time.
Hearing the movement, Yu Fan didn't lift his head: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"
"One more thing." After Chen Jingshen finished speaking, he coughed softly.
"..."
How come there are people who are getting weaker and weaker as they sleep
Yu Fan said forcefully, "Then continue to sleep."
"I won't sleep anymore." Chen Jingshen said, "It's too late to sleep again."
How come it's too late, isn't there more than half an hour left
Yu Fan glanced at the wall clock, and turned his head inexplicably, just in time to see Chen Jingshen pulling out a math paper from his schoolbag.
Yu Fan frowned: "What are you doing?"
"Today's homework."
"..."
People came and went outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and people near the night scene were dressed brightly, and they couldn't help but look at the paper in surprise when they passed by.
Yu Fan, like the sports student in Class 8, never wanted to come to this ktv in his life.
He was considering whether to sit in another seat, Chen Jingshen suddenly stopped writing, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
The lights in the corner of the convenience store were a bit dim, Chen Jingshen was sitting lazily, and the writing on the draft paper was much more scribbled than usual.
If Chen Jingshen hadn't come over tonight, he should have finished these simple homework a long time ago. He might be sitting on the desk with a lamp at this moment, doing those competition questions that make people dizzy at a glance.
So why come
"Chen Jingshen." Yu Fan said lazily.
"Um."
"I'm different now than when I was in the first year of junior high school?"
Chen Jingshen paused with his fingers, and turned his head to look at him.
When the eyes met, Yu Fan remained expressionless and continued.
"I don't know if you have any special hobbies. I would like to pay attention to a person who can't even jump well. But now, whether it's my personality or anything else, I'm far from what I was then."
Chen Jingshen looked at him silently, as if he was deep in thought following his words.
"I'm pretty bad now, and I'll only get worse in the future. Remember that time at the milk tea shop at the beginning of school? Let me tell you the truth, if you look at me, I want to beat you up."
"I'm not the person you liked at the time, can you understand?"
The person next to him was still silent.
Yu Fan felt that his own words had played a role. Normal people would probably be quite scared when they heard such words.
Had he been Chen Jingshen, he would have picked up his schoolbag and left by now, and by the way, called the teacher to change seats or even change classes.
Yu Fan curled his fingers, and for some reason, suddenly wanted to smoke.
He just wanted to get up and go to the counter to buy.
"There were so many people at the school gate looking at you," Chen Jingshen said flatly, "Why do you just want to beat me up?"
"..."
What kind of weird focus is this
"Maybe it's because you are the most vulnerable." Yu Fan said blankly.
Chen Jingshen turned his face away, and turned his pen.
For a moment, Yu Fan seemed to see the corner of his mouth pulled up.
Before he could see clearly, Chen Jingshen had already turned his head around.
"Have you ever been to the fifth floor?" He asked suddenly.
Yu Fan was taken aback for a moment: "What..."
"Looking down from the railing outside the door of Class 1, you can see the toilet door on the third floor." Chen Jingshen said, "You often smoke there."
"..."
"I don't like speeches. But the first time the flag was raised in the first year of high school, you stood on it, took a blank piece of paper and compiled a self-criticism, and laughed three times while compiling."
"..." Your writing level is really not worthy of liking speeches.
"Later, every time the teacher came to me, I agreed."
"..."
"In the first semester of high school, you played basketball with people from other classes, and I watched the whole game standing outside the classroom. After you won, someone hurt Wang Lu'an's foot because of a dirty ball, and you asked him to go to the bathroom again Had a fight."
"...??"
Chen Jingshen said lightly: "You are not bad. In high school, I still like—"
Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered.
Yu Fan's skin began to turn red visibly, extending from the base of his ears to his cheeks. He frowned and stared: "What the hell...don't say it."
Looking out the window, there were more people coming in, Yu Fan's heart beat faster than during the fight, his shoulders heaved quickly a few times, and his hands were slightly loosened.
Just as Chen Jingshen moved his lips, Yu Fan covered him with his backhand.
This time he covered it too quickly, his palm barely touched Chen Jingshen's lips. The scene of being held and kissed in the private room just now flashed by, and he immediately withdrew his hand like an electric shock.
"Don't you dare to go on." Yu Fan breathed slightly and blurted out, "I won't talk to you in this life."
After Yu Fan finished speaking, he was taken aback.
What am I talking about
Isn't this a phrase only elementary school students use
He blushed indifferently, gritted his teeth and said every word: "I mean, I will beat you speechless."
Chen Jingshen didn't say anything.
Yu Fan: "Nod."
Chen Jingshen twisted the pen in his hand and nodded silently.
Yu Fan stared at him, and after making sure that Chen Jingshen didn't speak any more, he tapped the paper on the table vigorously: "Shut up and write."
For the next half hour, Yu Fan was like a snail shrunk in its shell, not raising his head again.
He has never played so badly with his greed for snakes.
He led the snake on the screen to turn left and right, bump into other big snakes wherever he went, and get out of the game in less than two minutes.
After finally making it to the end of Chen Jingshen's make-up class, he turned off the game angrily.
"Pick up things." He said, "Let's go."
Chen Jingshen glanced at him, wrote a line on the paper, and moved the draft paper to him.
- can i talk now
It's all childish.
Yu Fan copied his pockets with both hands: "I can't."
Yu Fan threw the person and schoolbag into the taxi.
Before closing the car door, he endured it for a while, then leaned over again and said coldly, "Driver, he's drunk, drive slowly."
The scenery outside the car window receded rapidly like a revolving lantern.
The taxi drove all the way to the high-end luxury residential complex with the most exaggerated housing prices in Nancheng.
At the destination, the driver couldn't help but take a look inside. This area is very expensive, and every house in it is a villa with a single family.
The driver turned around and said, "Young man, here we are..."
The person behind him was sitting upright, his eyes were clear, and he didn't look a little drunk.
Chen Jingshen glanced at the timer lightly, paid and got out of the car under the driver's dazed gaze: "Thank you."
At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the dark and luxurious villa was reflected by the dense greenery, without any trace of popularity, as if it had been unoccupied for a long time.
The black iron door was slowly pushed open like a bloody mouth.
As soon as Chen Jingshen closed the door, the kennel on the right side of the garden immediately let out several excited sounds: "Wow woof—"
Chen Jingshen threw the schoolbag on the stone chair, went to the kennel and untied the rope.
Fanfan immediately jumped on him.
"Wow woof—"
"Be quiet." Chen Jingshen patted him lightly twice, "Sit."
"Wow!"
With one hand resting on the dog's head, Chen Jingshen took out the phone from his pocket with the other hand and turned it on.
More than 30 messages instantly popped up on the screen of the phone—
[Mom: Why don't you go home yet?]
[Mom: Where are you?]
[Mom: Auntie left you dinner in the refrigerator.]
[Mom: Are you home yet? I didn't see you on surveillance.]
[Mom: I checked the monitoring for the past few days, and you came back from school later than before.]
…
Chen Jingshen bent his fingers indifferently, and closed the text messages one by one.
He hadn't turned on the light, and the garden was dark. He sat silently in the darkness, no matter how much Fanfan rubbed against him, he didn't speak again.
After an unknown amount of time, he took out his phone again, clicked on the recently downloaded software, and sent a message to the top friend.
[S: I'm home.]
The "-" nickname disappeared in an instant, and became "typing...".
Two minutes later, it was still "typing in progress".
Chen Jingshen rubbed Fanfan's coat, his movements were a little perfunctory, and Fanfan immediately yelled "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" dissatisfied.
Five minutes later, "typing" disappeared, and a cold word spit out from the other end of the dialog—
[-:roll.]
Chen Jingshen stared at this word for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.