At noon the next day, Yu Fan was woken up by the sunlight hitting his eyelids, only to realize that he hadn't drawn the curtains before going to bed.
It was almost the hottest time of the year, and the air seemed to be covered with a layer of heat waves.
Yu Fan was stabbed to the side of his head by the sun, closed his eyes and struggled to close the curtains, and turned on the fan beside the bed.
Yu Fan rested in the cool breeze for a while before lying flat again.
He stared at the dilapidated ceiling for a while, reached out to touch the pillow, raised the Doberman pinscher doll he received last night, and looked at it quietly for a while.
Then punched the doll in the face for no reason—
Chen Jingshen should have been treated like this in the hospital last night.
Yu Fan analyzed in his head expressionlessly.
It's all because Chen Jingshen kissed him too suddenly and pulled away too fast. If Chen Jingshen stuck out his tongue and touched him at that time, then he must have a chance to punch him...
After careful analysis for a while, Yu Fan's ears turned unnaturally red. He closed his eyes, forced his thoughts to stop, rubbed his face vigorously a few times, and turned on the fan again.
Ghost weather. it's too hot.
Yu Fan put the dog doll on the bedside, took out his phone and clicked on WeChat, subconsciously glanced at Chen Jingshen's dialog box.
Chen Jingshen texted him "I'm home" at three o'clock in the morning, but he didn't reply, and Chen Jingshen didn't say anything else.
The familiar discussion group chatted to 99+ as usual, and the news was constantly being refreshed. Seeing his name in the preview message, Yu Fan put one hand behind his head and lazily went in to look through the chat records.
Zhang Wenjing posted a photo of the amusement park yesterday in the discussion group. She didn't know how many pictures she took, but Yu Fanguang mechanically swiped upwards for a long time.
The first dozens of photos are all selfies of Zhang Wenjing and Ke Ting.
Yu Fanduo looked at Ke Ting twice. He and Ke Ting didn't actually speak a few words. Ke Ting was introverted and kept her head down all the year round, so that they had been in the same class for so long, and Ke Ting sat in front of him for most of the semester. He couldn't tell what she looked like. .
In the photo, Zhang Wenjing rested her head on Ke Ting's head, Ke Ting smiled shyly, and secretly looked at Zhang Wenjing with her round eyes.
Yu Fan swiped his finger for another long time, taking selfies as well as selfies.
His patience was about to run out when he saw himself in the next photo.
To be precise, it was the backs of the six of them. In the warm golden light of the night market, Zuo Kuan and Wang Lu'an were shoulder to shoulder, Zhang Wenjing was holding Ke Ting's hand and looking at the cotton candy in the nearby snack shop.
And he put his hands in his pockets, and Chen Jingshen walked in the back. At that time, the road at the entrance of the night market was narrow and crowded, and they were forced to walk shoulder to shoulder for a short distance.
Yu Fan stared at the photo for a while, couldn't help stretching out his hand to zoom in, and narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.
Why is Chen Jingshen shoulders so much wider than him?
[Zuo Kuan: Who took that picture of the back? Will it be shot? Why did you make me shorter than Wang Lu'an?]
[Wang Lu'an: Aren't you short in the first place? Do you have 175?]
[Zhang Wenjing: I asked a passer-by to help me take the photo. It's pretty good. If you don't like it, just remove your mosaic.]
[Zuo Kuan: ... Wang Lu'an, you go to school and wait.]
[Wang Lu'an: Huh? You don't want to vomit on me anymore, do you?]
[Zuo Kuan: Ignore your mother!]
[Wang Lu'an: Hey, but to be honest, the photos of the night market are pretty good, I saved one as the background of my phone.]
[Zhang Wenjing: Well, they were all taken by Yu Fan, and I didn't expect him to be able to take such good pictures. @- Congratulations on becoming the queen photographer of Nancheng No. 7 Middle School.]
[Zhang Wenjing: [Photo] Besides this one, is this the wrong button?]
The photo sent by Zhang Xianjing is still the golden glittering background of the night market, but there is a very close and blurry white figure inside.
He accidentally photographed it when Chen Jingshen handed him the doll.
Ten minutes have passed since I read the chat history. Yu Fan stood in front of the washstand brushing his teeth, stared at this useless photo for a few moments, then withdrew and picked a few photos to save.
[-: Well, I clicked the wrong shot, so delete it.]
The next moment, his phone vibrated.
[S: Wake up?]
did not wake up. Those words in the group were knocked by ghosts.
Yu Fan answered in his heart, raised his head and continued brushing his teeth. He glanced at himself in the mirror, his right cheek was still blue, and there was a piece of gauze on his left cheek, where Yu Kaiming left a bloodstain last night. The wound at the corner of his mouth was a little itchy when he opened his mouth and brushed his teeth. It may be that the nurse applied too much ointment. He accidentally rubbed it in his mouth when he was sleeping last night. It tasted very strange.
Did Chen Jingshen touch the ointment when he kissed him
"..."
Yu Fan hurriedly brushed his teeth, lowered his head, picked up his phone again, and replied perfunctorily.
[-:No.]
[S: Well, open the door for me when you wake up.]
A few seconds after Chen Jingshen sent the message, he heard a rush of footsteps in the house, followed by a creak, and the door opened.
Yu Fan still had a toothbrush in his mouth, his hair was messy, and his face was full of injuries, looking at him with a dull expression.
"Why are you here?" After a long while, Yu Fan spoke vaguely, shaking the toothbrush following the sound, and then asked, "When did you come?"
Chen Jingshen stood by the balcony, put down his phone and turned his head to ask him, "Just arrived. What's for breakfast?"
Yu Fan was puzzled by the question: "I don't know."
Chen Jingshen put the insulated lunch box in the other hand on the balcony and said, "Then have porridge."
"..."
Suddenly there were two footsteps from the top of the stairs, accompanied by a few muffled voices—
"Did you hear the noise downstairs last night?"
"I heard that, I was scared to death... Hey, you said no one would die, right? I almost called the police yesterday."
"No, it's not like I didn't take care of it before. What's the use? Besides, I don't think the father and son are good people. We call the police, and others think we are meddling. Don't worry about it..."
Yu Fan had heard this kind of talk a lot since he was a child, but he ignored it and didn't care.
But now he somehow didn't want Chen Jingshen to hear it, and he didn't want others to see that Chen Jingshen was here.
So he grabbed Chen Jingshen's schoolbag shoulder strap, and rudely pulled him into the room.
"What are you carrying your schoolbag for?" He took a tug to realize it, and asked with a frown.
"I brought my homework." Chen Jingshen said, "Taking advantage of these two days off, you finished the evolution version?"
Yu Fan still held Chen Jingshen's schoolbag in his hand, and wanted to push him out the door again.
Chen Jingshen took a glance, and the fallen things in the room had been straightened out, even if they were broken, they still looked messy.
"Has that person come back?" Chen Jingshen asked.
Yu Fan didn't actually say who the person who fought with him last night was, but Chen Jingshen had guessed it before, and what the neighbor upstairs said just now also confirmed his thoughts.
"No, he has no guts to come back."
Yu Fan came back last night and cleaned up casually. He threw all the small items that could not be used into garbage bags and threw them into Yu Kaiming's room.
In fact, in normal times, he probably would have smashed Yu Kaiming's room. But when he came back last night, his mind was a little messed up, so he didn't take care of it.
"Don't look, get out of my room." Yu Fan let go of him, pulled on his slippers, and went back to the toilet while brushing his teeth.
"En." Chen Jingshen weighed the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, before entering the room, he said calmly, "Scrub gently, the inside of your mouth is broken."
The sound of brushing teeth in the toilet suddenly stopped.
A few seconds later, there was an eager sound of gargling from the toilet, followed by a clear and aggrieved curse: "Your mother, Chen Jingshen, I... I just like to brush hard! Don't fuck me!!"
Yu Fan dawdled in the toilet for about ten minutes before coming out.
His hair was dripping wet, and he sat on the chair with his eyelids closed. The poor chair was pushed back by his strength.
He crossed his legs and stared at the insulated lunch box on the table with a cold face, just about to let Chen Jingshen leave with the box—
"Otherwise, you'd better order takeaway." Chen Jingshen said suddenly.
"?" Unexpectedly, the other party would strike first, Yu Fan turned to look at him with a bit of bewilderment in his cold expression.
"I'm afraid it doesn't suit your taste." Chen Jingshen said lightly, "Although I got up early, read the recipes for a long time, and even simmered a pot, it may still not be very tasty."
"..."
After eating a big bowl of porridge, Yu Fan's stomach was still full until the afternoon.
As the third year of high school approached, the teachers assigned more and more homework, and the types of questions became deeper and deeper. Yu Fan worked hard all afternoon, and finally managed to write two so-called enhanced papers sent by Fangqin. After finishing it, he turned it back and forth, and found that there were more empty topics than written ones.
So until the sky was sinking, Chen Jingshen hadn't finished explaining the questions to him.
After calculating a big question twice, Chen Jingshen asked, "Can you understand?"
Yu Fan propped his head, stared at the draft paper for a long time, his face gradually turned from numb to unhappy.
Is this something people learn
The hair was pressed unexpectedly, Chen Jingshen said: "This question is a bit out of line, it will not sound normal. I will continue after the rest."
Yu Fan was dazed by the topic, and it took him a long time to realize that his hair was plucked again.
He turned his head to scold, just in time to see Chen Jingshen unscrew the mineral water bottle and take a sip. Chen Jingshen raised his head, his protruding Adam's apple rolled a few times as he swallowed, and his fingers holding the mineral water bottle curled slightly.
Chen Jingshen's fingers are slender, which gives him a sense of casual control no matter what he is holding.
Yu Fan's movements were slightly stiff, and suddenly he felt a little numb in his neck.
Sensing the gaze, Chen Jingshen put down the water bottle and glanced at him lightly from the end of his eyes.
Yu Fan's desk is very small, and it's fine for him to be alone, but it's a bit crowded for two older boys.
Their arms were stuck together, and occasionally their legs under the desk would touch each other. They didn't feel anything when they were speaking, but now that they were quiet, Chen Jingshen's body temperature was particularly obvious.
The moon was high, and the old neighborhood was as quiet as when they kissed yesterday.
Chen Jingshen looked at him silently and frankly, the desk lamp was reflected in his dark eyes like a silent hook.
Yu Fan felt that the small fan that had been used for seven years should be replaced, the crap was getting hotter and hotter. He tightened his grip on the pen, and forced himself to look away. Last night, he seemed to have bumped noses with Chen Jingshen. It looked quite high, but actually it didn't hurt much.
He looked down and landed on Chen Jingshen's lips. He thought Chen Jingshen's lips were too cold and thin, so he probably didn't feel it when he touched them, but in fact—
Enthusiasm was full, and the heartbeat hit the eardrums. Yu Fan finally couldn't hold back in the hot silence, turned his head and leaned towards Chen Jingshen little by little.
Chen Jingshen sat motionless, letting him approach. The two chaotic breaths were quickly entangled, and as long as either of them moved a little further, they could collide.
Chen Jingshen's breath hit Yu Fan's lips, Yu Fan's head was numb, and half of his foot was on the cliff.
"...Chen Jingshen." After a long time, Yu Fan spoke.
Chen Jingshen looked down at him, and let out a lazy hum.
"You should rub some medicine on your mouth."
"..."
Yu Fan stepped back, took out the tube of ointment from the drawer, threw it to Chen Jingshen, and said vaguely, "Go to the toilet and wipe it, there is a mirror. I... smoke a cigarette."
Chen Jingshen took the ointment and went to the toilet, while Yu Fan sat on the balcony, afraid that someone would know his current situation, smoking with his back to the room with his legs crossed, in a funny posture.
He hit his forehead hard against the anti-theft bar twice, his face and ears were so hot that he could boil eggs, his heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.
Fuck it.
What the hell is going on, he didn't drink or fight tonight, why is it still fucking wrong?
He...why does he want to kiss Chen Jingshen so much.