For a moment, Yu Fan's whole body went numb.
He could feel Chen Jingshen pulling and caressing in his hair. The slender fingers were warm and hot, rubbing something hotter than Xia Yi into his brain bit by bit.
Yu Fan stared at his dark eyes, with a tense face, and after a few seconds, he forced out a voice: "Who... care what you like? I'm going to cut it."
Chen Jingshen glanced at his gloomy face, which was redder than the roses planted in the school's flower beds, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Yu Fan didn't think it was enough: "I'll cut it when I get back today."
Chen Jingshen pursed his lips.
"I push them all..." Yu Fan had just finished speaking, when a familiar pre-cold came up. He frowned, and asked word by word without emotion, "Chen Jingshen, are you fucking about to laugh again?"
"No." Chen Jingshen withdrew his hand, quickly lowered his head to look at the phone again, so low that Yu Fan could only see half of his profile.
The hair was loosened suddenly, and the dull air felt cool when it got in.
This inexplicable feeling of emptiness only lasted for a second, and Yu Fan reacted quickly, half-standing up suddenly, leaning forward to hook Chen Jingshen's neck with his hands, and smashing his face with the palm of his hand.
Chen Jingshen hid for a while, but Yu Fan didn't come back at first. But behind Chen Jingshen suddenly loosened his strength, allowing him to turn his face away.
Are you still laughing
"The last few times I didn't do anything to you through the phone, you think I won't beat you, right?" Yu Fan pinched his face from below with one hand, and asked viciously, "What are you laughing at?"
The corner of Chen Jingshen's mouth was torn off by him, and his expression was rarely lively: "Think about your bald head."
"Yeah," Yu Fan put a little more force around his neck, "Then when I shave it off, you'll laugh at me next to me, and you won't be allowed to leave school..."
"Also," Chen Jingshen raised his eyelids to look at him, and said with a smile, "Yu Fan, your neck is so red."
"..."
Chen Jingshen was dragged over, their faces were too close, Chen Jingshen's breath brushed against Yu Fan's chin lightly when he spoke.
"It's always like this when I'm angry." After a long while, Yu Fan's neck, ears and face were hot, and he said expressionlessly, "I get redder when I beat someone, do you want to see it?"
Chen Jingshen blinked his eyes in silence, his heart fluttered, and he moved his lips after a few seconds—
Yu Fan gritted his teeth and ordered, "Say no."
Chen Jingshen: "I don't want to."
Yu Fan let go of the person, sat back up hot all over, and took a sip of the mung bean smoothie.
Forget it, love to laugh, why don't I watch it
Chen Jingshen turned off the game, and glanced at his collar: "Why did you button up your clothes?"
It was only then that Yu Fan remembered, no wonder it was so hot...
He skillfully untied it with one hand and said, "It was cold before."
The phone rang a few times, and Yu Fan picked it up to take a look. It was from Zhang Wenjing, saying that the two tables were students on duty today, and asked him to go back and clean the classroom.
"The parent-teacher meeting is over, and people have left." Yu Fan put away his cell phone, picked up the mineral water bottle used to hold cigarette ash, and touched the person next to him, "Go back to the classroom."
They came back late, and Zhang Wenjing and Ke Ting had already washed the blackboard and windows and returned home, leaving only the cleaning of the floor.
Yu Fan picked up the broom and threw it to Chen Jingshen: "You sweep, I'll wash the mop."
They moved so fast that only the corridor behind the classroom was left untouched.
One of them was carrying a broom and the other was carrying a mop, moving lazily out of the corridor. As soon as Yu Fan took a step forward, he heard a low whisper beside him—
"I didn't expect that she would look through my diary... woo... What if my mother insists on letting me separate from you?" the girl asked whimpering.
"It's okay, even if your mother, your father, your teacher... the whole world prevents me from being with you, as long as we like each other, we will never be separated... Don't cry."
Yu Fan raised his eyebrows, feeling that the man's voice sounded familiar.
He turned his head and saw Zhu Xu's muscular back that belonged to a sports student.
At the end of the corridor, Zhu Xu blocked his deskmate in a dead corner of the corridor.
The young couple who had just been caught in a puppy relationship stuck together intimately, relying on no one around.
Jin Wuxi falls. They stood in the golden sunset and whispered for a while, and saw that Zhu Xu's head was getting lowered as he talked, and they kissed before Yu Fan had time to leave the stage. The two figures were stacked on top of each other, Zhu Xu's head was a little tilted, and his hand was on the other's waist.
The hands of the two holding things tightened unconsciously.
Yu Fan came back to his senses, just as he was about to push Chen Jingshen in, the people behind grabbed his clothes first and pulled him back. Yu Fan couldn't control his steps and bumped into Chen Jingshen, and the two retreated back into the classroom.
A horn sounded from downstairs, which just covered the voices of the two of them. There was no movement outside the corridor, and they probably still kissed.
It was quieter inside the classroom than outside.
Sensing Chen Jingshen's gaze, Yu Fan curled his fingers for a moment, without turning his head, an unreasonable tension rose in his heart, obviously they were a little closer in the stairwell just now than they are now.
After a while, Yu Fan turned around, pushed the person without raising his head, and whispered, "Let's go."
Chen Jingshen glanced outside: "Aren't you going to sweep the corridor?"
"Stop scanning." Yu Fan tugged at him, "...go home."
In the evening, Yu Fan saw Zhu Xuyuqi wailing in the discussion about the arrest of his puppy love with his little girlfriend.
[Zhu Xu: But we have already agreed, we will not let anyone affect our love!]
Can your love not affect others
Yu Fan typed this sentence, thought about it and deleted it. Forget it, it may take a long time to send it out.
After nine o'clock, he waited for a long time and didn't get a video invitation, so he cut out the discussion group, clicked on someone's profile picture, and sent the other party a "?".
Chen Jingshen quickly replied with a "?".
With his hands idle, Yu Fan simply called him.
It took Chen Jingshen a while to pick up. He sat on the chair, looking much more lazy than usual when receiving videos, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No topic tonight?" Yu Fan asked.
"I want to talk, but..." Chen Jingshen paused, "Didn't you find something missing?"
Yu Fan was stunned for a moment: "What's missing?"
"I left in a hurry this afternoon and forgot to bring my schoolbag."
"..."
Thinking of the reason for walking in a hurry, Yu Fan unconsciously squeezed the phone a little tighter, but the result was too much force, the phone was out of control, and fell forward on the table with a "slap".
Grass.
Yu Fan hurriedly picked up the phone and said blankly, "Oh. Then I'll hang up."
"Let's chat for a while." Chen Jingshen said.
"..."
What is there to talk about between two guys at night? Sitting together during the day and can't chat
There was a sound of the door opening outside, Yu Fan subconsciously glanced at the door, picked up the phone and walked to the balcony.
Chen Jingshen looked at the shaky night on the other side of the screen, and asked, "Is your family back?"
Yu Fan hummed, put his hand on the railing, and sat down on the balcony skillfully.
He suddenly remembered what he could talk to Chen Jingshen about.
He raised the phone in front of him and said, "Chen Jingshen, show me a picture of your room."
Chen Jingshen was stunned for a rare moment, then simply cut to the rear camera, and moved the swivel chair to show him a little bit.
His room was about the same as his desk, clean and tidy, in cool colors. The space is about the same size as Yu Fan's living room.
Yu Fan looked around, leaned on the anti-theft iron net and said, "Move up."
Chen Jingshen paused for a moment, then slightly raised the phone.
Seeing what he wanted to see, Yu Fan narrowed his eyes and asked knowingly, "Wait a minute, what's that black cloth on the wall?"
In the next second, Chen Jingshen switched the camera back. He said lightly, "Camera."
"Why is there such a thing in your room?" Yu Fan asked, "Isn't it awkward?"
"Get used to it. Just cover it with a cloth."
"Can't hear the sound?"
Chen Jingshen hummed: "There is no pickup."
That's okay.
It seems that Chen Jingshen is not as cowardly as he thought, nor is he so unfree. The black cloth was tightly and neatly covered, and it looked like a long-term practice.
Yu Fan breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and let out a lazy oh.
After finishing all the questions he wanted to ask, he said, "We're done chatting, hang up—"
"Yu Fan." In the headset, Chen Jingshen suddenly called his name, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"
"..."
Yu Fan's legs bent unconsciously, and his facial features, which had just relaxed, tightened again.
Yu Fan has been doing delinquent teenagers since the second year of junior high school. He has done fighting, smoking and drinking, but he has nothing to do with the adolescent rebellious behavior of puppy love.
There is no other reason, from childhood to adulthood, whenever someone confessed to him, he would blush. No matter when, no matter who the other party is.
Can this be said? cannot.
"Of course, we have talked many times." Yu Fan sat up straight unnaturally, and added abruptly after speaking, "With a woman."
"Really?" Chen Jingshen lowered his eyelids lazily, unable to see any emotion, "How can Fangqin say you haven't had a puppy love?"
"Is it possible? I have talked about it three times since elementary school..." Yu Fan paused.
Although he has no experience, thirty or so is a bit exaggerated, right
"Thirteen." He finished blankly, "I have never been caught by the teacher."
Chen Jingshen: "Elementary school? What grade did you talk about?"
what is it called. This means that one lie needs to be covered by countless lies.
Yu Fan wanted to smoke, but when he touched the cigarette case, he inexplicably remembered what Zhu Xu said in the discussion group that day... so he endured it.
When he was making up the story, he couldn't help but his eyes drifted wildly, and he came to the certificate of award on the wall inside the house, and suddenly came to inspiration——
"Fourth grade, when I participated in the summer camp." Yu Fan said, "It's the one you saw last time, what kind of summer camp is Fei, remember? Didn't I win an award? Say I am willing to help others."
"..."
Yu Fan didn't notice that the expression of the person in the video suddenly became a little indescribable, so he continued to make up: "The person I helped was my first girlfriend."
"..."
There was silence in the video for a while, Yu Fan waited for a long time, and frowned: "Did you hear?"
"I heard it." After a long time, Chen Jingshen spoke, "How long have we been talking, and what kind of... primary school student is the other party."
"Why do you have so many questions??"
To be honest, Yu Fan had completely forgotten about it.
There were too many changes in the family, and he could only remember things before the first day of junior high school very vaguely. Or rather he resisted remembering.
After all, long ago, there was another person in his life. After the man left, he began to subconsciously not think about anyone or anything before.
He stared at the certificate and thought for a while, only to vaguely remember—
"A primary school student who likes to cry." Yu Fan said, "It was too long ago, so I can't remember."
"so."
After making up the story, Yu Fan heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to lean on the anti-theft iron net again—
"Did you kiss?"
"..."
The iron net seemed to be electrified, and Yu Fan sat up straight when he touched it.
We've talked thirteen times, but never kissed, it doesn't make sense, right
Yu Fan blinked his eyes a dozen times before he stiffly squeezed out a syllable: "...um!"
Chen Jingshen raised his eyebrows: "Are you also with that elementary school student?"
is it possible? Primary school students know shit.
But Yu Fan really didn't want to make up a love story anymore, so he bit the bullet again: "...um."
Chen Jingshen curled his fingers and touched the tip of his nose: "So small...how did you kiss?"
"How can you kiss me? Kiss me hard! Kiss me so hard..." Yu Fan closed his eyes and couldn't continue, "Why are you asking this??"
Chen Jingshen was quiet for a moment, and said honestly: "I have never kissed before, so I am curious."
Guess I know you haven't kissed before, stinky student.
Yu Fan made up stories so that he believed them, and when watching Chen Jingshen, he still had a bit of contempt for novices from veterans. Looking at it, the eyes moved down unconsciously.
Chen Jingshen has a very high nose, and he almost touched it when he strangled his neck in the afternoon. Then the lips are very thin, and the lines look a little cold, so it’s probably not very good to kiss—I’m sick, right?
Yu Fan was taken aback by his own thought, and his whole body was even stiffer than when he made up the story just now.
The phone dinged, and Wang Luan sent a message to invite him to play games.
The mouth he was staring at suddenly bumped up and down, and Yu Fan hung up the video in a panic before the other party could speak.
[s:?]
[S: How did you break up later.]
Yu Fan wiped his face, lowered his head to touch the cigarette case, and calmed down again after smoking a cigarette.
[-: Breaking up is a sad past, you still keep asking?]
[-: I went to play the game, and then I went back to block.]
Tonight's game Yu Fan played very seriously, and it was rare for him to fight fiercely with his brothers until two o'clock in the night.
This caused him to put down his phone, and as soon as it touched the pillow, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Yu Fan has been dreaming almost every night for the past few years.
Except for some bizarre dreams, the contents of the rest of the dreams are similar, the only difference is that he won or lost. Some are past events, some are conjectures.
Even a few months ago, in the dream, either he died or Yu Kaiming died. As a result, after waking up during that period of time, he had to lie on the bed to calm down for a while before he could determine whether he was awake or his soul was out of his body.
Until the beginning of the new semester, his dreams suddenly gradually decreased. He began to have some very simple, easy-to-understand dreams.
Like tonight—
He dreamed that in the stairwell of the laboratory building, Chen Jingshen sat on the steps with his head down and grinned, while he leaned over, strangled Chen Jingshen's neck, and forced Chen Jingshen to look up.
Chen Jingshen let him do it, and the moment he raised his head, he also raised his hand, sank into his hair, and pushed him down—
Chen Jingshen rubbed his face silently, then rubbed his nose, and finally touched his lips.
…
Early the next morning.
As soon as Chen Jingshen entered the classroom, he felt someone gouging him out viciously.
He looked over with a feeling, just in time to see his deskmate put the long-lost school uniform jacket on the desk, and his whole head fell down.
Chen Jingshen sat down on his seat, raised his hand and knocked on the desk next to him: "Have you had breakfast?"
No one answered.
After a while, Chen Jingshen put the impromptu homework by his hand: "Get up and catch up with homework."
No one answered.
When it was time for morning reading, Zuo Kuan came from the next class and said that he was too sleepy, so he asked them to smoke a cigarette before going to class.
Wang Lu'an: "Hush, keep your voice down. The two of us are going, Yu Fan is asleep..."
As soon as the words were finished, Yu Fan sat up awkwardly, stuffed the cigarettes casually into his pocket, and stood up silently.
The person who usually kicked Chen Jingshen's chair to make way for him, turned right today without looking back, stepped on the chair and jumped, went directly out of the classroom through the window, and headed for the toilet with a muffled sound.
Wang Lu'an and Zuo Kuan: "?"
Chen Jingshen: "..."
I understand, it's not really sleeping, it's just ignoring him.
Ten minutes later, morning reading begins.
The Chinese class representative was still asking the Chinese teacher which class to read today, Chen Jingshen stretched his arm over and touched the person next to him.
The next second the two men's arms were attached, Yu Fan withdrew his hand with a swish.
Chen Jingshen: "..."
He pressed the pen on the desk, turned his head and asked, "Did I provoke you?"
His deskmate remained motionless, staring at the textbook, and said indifferently: "No."
Chen Jingshen glanced at his red ears: "Then why are you angry with me so early in the morning?"