"..."
Dead silence.
A gust of cool wind opened the curtains, and the phone that was thrown on the table buzzed twice before pulling Yu Fan out of the shock.
He stared at Chen Jingshen for a long time.
Chen Jingshen's face remained calm, if it wasn't for the stupid love letter being pressed under his fingers, Yu Fan would have suspected that it was just his own auditory hallucination.
There was a silent stalemate for a long while. Yu Fan clenched and loosened his fists several times, and then sat back down again.
The phone was so loud that it gave people a headache. He turned the phone to silent and found his voice again: "...Are you sick? My man."
Chen Jingshen left the letter on the table and stood up straight: "I know."
"Knowing that you still..." Yu Fan paused, "Are you gay?"
Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and fell silent for a while, then a cold voice popped out from his throat: "En."
"..."
Chen Jingshen asked: "Do you hate homosexuality?"
"...not really," Yu Fan said after a while, looking out the window, and said quickly, "But I'm not, I like women."
"Do you have a girl you like?"
It was the first time Yu Fan was confessed by a man, and he was a little confused, so he blurted out a reply: "No."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly came back to his senses, just about to say what it has to do with you——
"Then how do you know you like women?"
"?"
What kind of bullshit logic are you talking about
"Anyway, I'm not gay, and I can't talk to you..." Yu Fan didn't say the last two words, it was so weird.
He picked up the love letter that had been lying on the table for a long time, and stretched it out in front of Chen Jingshen like a bomb, "Take this, quickly."
Chen Jingshen didn't answer.
Yu Fan held the thorny letter for ten seconds, feeling like an idiot: "Do you want it? I'll tear it up."
Chen Jingshen stared at his auricles for a while, and then said, "Tear it up."
Anyway, he is not particularly satisfied with this version of the painting.
Yu Fan took a deep breath, resisted the urge to hit someone, and looked down at Chen Jingshen's pocket, trying to stuff it back—
"Yu Fan!" The familiar loud voice rang through the entire corridor on the third floor.
Before Yu Fan could touch Chen Jingshen's clothes, his hands trembled and he froze in mid-air.
Seeing that the figure outside was about to enter the door, Yu Fan quickly took the letter back and stuffed it into his pocket in a panic.
At the same time, Wang Luan came in from the door: "Yu Fan, why didn't you reply when I sent you a message—"
Seeing the situation inside, Wang Luan was taken aback, "What are you doing?"
"Why are you back again?" Yu Fan turned his head and asked irritably.
"I left my homework in the classroom. When I came back, I happened to see Fat Tiger going to the bathroom, so I wanted you to take it off for me and run away..." Wang Luan stared at him for a while, and asked in shock, "Why are your ears so red? ?”
"?" Yu Fan covered his ears and frowned, "You read it wrong."
"Really!" Wang Lu'an suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he entered the door. The two had subtle expressions and were very close to each other. It looked like they were about to fight—
He looked at Chen Jingshen and asked in disbelief, "You twisted my brother's ear?"
Yu Fan wanted to take out the things in his pocket and stuff them in Wang Lu'an's mouth.
Chen Jingshen glanced at him, but said nothing.
In Wang Lu'an's eyes, this was tantamount to acquiescence. He was about to continue asking when Yu Fan grabbed his clothes and dragged him back.
The mobile phone in the schoolbag began to vibrate continuously, this time it was an incoming call.
Chen Jingshen didn't care, he weighed his schoolbag with his fingers, and continued to say expressionlessly: "I've been paying attention to you since the first year of high school."
Yu Fan: "..."
Wang Luan: "?"
"During the sports meeting, I saw your project."
Yu Fan: "?"
Wang Luan: "???"
"I'm serious." Chen Jingshen hung his hands by his side, "I hope you can think about it."
Fat Tiger went to the toilet for a long time, and Yu Fan finally left the school gate openly.
He had a bad expression, and the students around him subconsciously took two steps to the side when they saw him.
Wang Lu'an glanced at him for a few times, and finally couldn't help but said, "Do you think what Chen Jingshen said just now sounds familiar..."
"do not think so."
"Really?" Wang Lu'an scratched his head, "Why does he want you?"
Yu Fan's face became even more stinky, he pursed his lips, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "...a date."
"?"
Wang Lu'an was at a loss: "Then he said he noticed you when he was freshman in high school..."
"When I was in the first year of high school, I was unhappy."
"He still watches your sports at the sports meeting..."
"I want to see how awesome I am."
"He finally asked you to consider..."
"Consider fighting him."
Wang Lu'an: "..."
Weird and reasonable. After all, he couldn't think of anything else between the two of them.
Wang Lu'an asked casually, "Then did you reach a conclusion in the end?"
"Talk about shit!"
"..."
They passed a supermarket, and Wang Luan remembered that the snacks hidden at home were almost finished, so he wanted to go in and buy some.
Yu Fan stood outside the door and waited.
It was cool in the evening. A couple passed in front of him, and the girl's hand was covered in the boy's pocket.
Yu Fan clutched the letter in his pocket, and suddenly wanted to smoke again.
In fact, he intends to quit smoking. Recently, he insisted on smoking one cigarette every three days, which has achieved some results.
It cannot be destroyed by Chen Jingshen.
Thinking about it, Yu Fan turned his face and exhaled, and saw the trash can in the corner from the corner of his eye.
After hesitating for a while, he walked to the trash can, took the letter out of his pocket with two fingers, and hung it above the trash can.
The wind blew, and the envelope swayed.
Two seconds later, he gave a soft "tsk" sound, and withdrew his hand again—
"Fuck! Love letter?"
Yu Fan moved quickly, and when Wang Luan rushed up, the things had already returned to his pockets.
Wang Luan carried the plastic bag: "Who gave it to you? Just now? Why didn't I see it?"
Yu Fan walked forward: "You are wrong."
"Impossible, my eyesight is 5.2!" Wang Lu'an suddenly realized, "I see, it must be when you went back to write the review—no wonder your ears are so red."
Wang Lu'an played with Yu Fan from a very early age.
Yu Fan is a person who is not in a hurry, stands in front of thousands of people and reads the self-criticism without any stage fright.
Until a girl confessed to Yu Fan.
That was the first time he saw Yu Fan blushing.
The person who usually doesn't blink when fighting, hangs his head, his ears are red, and he apologizes to a little girl who is about 15 meters tall, and he doesn't even dare to look at others.
From that day on, he knew that his seemingly awesome brother was secretly an invincible and innocent male high school student.
"Is it over?" Just at the fork in the road, Yu Fan turned around and left in the other direction without looking back, "Let's go."
Yu Fan went home and took a shower. When he came out, the upstairs was still buzzing.
There is no such thing as soundproofing in low-cost residential houses. He took it for granted and took a look in front of the mirror.
The wound on the face has faded a little, and it will be better in a few days.
It is ugly.
Yu Fan rubbed his face vigorously with a towel until he felt pain from the wound.
He walked out of the bathroom with his slippers on, and picked up a bucket of instant noodles. Just as he was about to tear open the package, the door suddenly "knocked" twice.
These two sounds seemed to knock on his temple.
Yu Fan paused, and when he looked up again, the laziness on his face had disappeared, and his eyes showed a little more indifference and vigilance.
He stared at the black shadow under the crack of the door, and waited quietly for a while—
"Knock." Another sound.
Yu Fan let go of the instant noodles and turned to open the door.
He grabbed the doorknob, unscrewed it not very gently, and looked out the door with strained eyes—seeing nothing.
Yu Fan frowned, and just as he was about to close the door, he caught a glimpse of a small black head out of the corner of his eye.
He lowered his head slowly and met the little girl in front of him.
It's a child from the family who just moved in. I saw him downstairs yesterday. He has two braids and a chubby face.
Yu Fan's expression was too fierce, the little girl drooped her eyebrows, a little timidly.
One big and one small confronted each other for a while.
"What are you doing?" Yu Fan spoke first. The emotion he had just now hadn't completely dissipated, and his tone was still tense.
The little girl shuddered.
Really shaking.
Yu Fan: "..."
Yu Fan sighed, knelt down and looked at her at the same level: "Speak."
Holding a plastic bag bigger than her face in her hand, the little girl summoned up her courage: "Mom said, she was cleaning the house yesterday and it was very noisy, and I won't do it tonight. Let me give you dumplings... Brother, don't be angry."
"Got it." Yu Fan glanced at the bag, "You take it back, I don't want it."
The little girl stood still, looking at him eagerly.
Yu Fan frowned: "Don't understand?"
The little girl held the dumpling and shook again.
"..."
After a while, Yu Fan went back to the house with a plastic bag, stuffed the dumplings into the refrigerator, and went back to making noodles.
The family upstairs did what they said, and didn't make a sound at night.
But Yu Fan didn't fall asleep until two o'clock in the morning. I don't know if it's because of the back-to-school effect. He hasn't slept well these days.
He grabbed a handful of hair, decided to give up struggling, got up and went to the living room to drink water.
Seeing something next to the kettle, Yu Fan stopped pouring water slightly.
He used to throw all the things in his pockets on the dining table before he took a shower. At this moment, there were a bunch of keys, school meal cards, some change and a pink envelope lying messily on the table.
Yu Fan stared at those things for a while, picked up his water glass and left.
After a while, he turned back with a wooden face, pulled out the envelope from a pile of things, and turned back to the house.
Yu Fan had also received love letters before, and girls had thin skins, so he could return them on the spot if he refused. This is the first time I took it home and took it home.
Lying on the bed, staring at the envelope in his hand, he suddenly remembered Chen Jingshen's overly formal school uniform, and his inhuman gesture when he rejected Zhang Wenjing.
He wanted to see what such a person could write.
Yu Fan propped one hand behind his head, lying lazily on his back, flipped the envelope with his fingers casually, and opened the opening of the envelope.
The envelope and seal of this love letter are gaudy, but inside is just a piece of ordinary letter paper—the one that Chen Jingshen wrote in the classroom after school.
"..."
If I knew it, I would have left.
Chen Jingshen's handwriting is thin and neat, and somewhat scribbled, as if he has practiced.
Yu Fan pinched the letter paper and looked at it from the beginning—
"Student Yu from Class 7, Grade 2:
Hello.
I am Chen Jingshen from Class 7, Grade 2. "
There are two kinds of handwriting on the letter, one dark and one light. The dark color should have been added after school.
The "seven" in "Grade 2 Class 7" in the back should have been "one", but the dark handwriting added a stroke to it, and it became "seven".
"I don't know if you have an impression of me, but we have met several times at the flag-raising ceremony.
The first time the flag was raised in the first year of high school, you talked eloquently on the rostrum, and the figure of memorizing the review book back and forth was deeply engraved in my mind.
That's when I started noticing you.
I began to pay attention to the end of the grade list; occasionally passing Class Seven, I would involuntarily glance at the back of your head when you were sleeping; during class, I couldn’t help but look at you on the playground outside the window, and you were punished by the teacher to run away.
Before I knew it, I had been following you for a year.
During a certain exam, I found that your grades had been improved by one rank. I was sincerely happy and joyful for you, and I also realized my feelings for you.
So I decided to write this letter to express my heart to you. "
After that, it's all dark handwriting.
"Although in the final exam of last semester, you came back to the last place again. But I believe you have a talent for learning, especially math. After all, the score of 9 points cannot be tested by ordinary people.
So as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely get better results.
The following are the tutorial books and question banks I recommend to you:
"How a Rookie Learns Mathematics", "Stupid Birds Fly First 2017", "Summary of Math Knowledge Points in Junior High School".
I wish: the exam goes well and the study progresses.
Chen Jingshen. 』
Yu Fan: "?"
Yu Fan: "..."
damn it
You deserve Chinese 110.