The days of the third year of high school passed quickly. At the end of the second monthly exam, Nancheng entered the early autumn, and the weather gradually turned cold. The new fan that had just been bought home was thrown by Yu Fan into a corner to collect dust.
The blue school uniform T-shirt was out of season, so Yu Fan took out a school uniform shirt and black pants that he hardly ever wore from the closet and put them on. He habitually left a button, and after hesitating for a while after carrying the schoolbag, he fastened the top button as well.
It doesn't look silly to button up the shirt completely. After brushing his teeth and washing his hands, Yu Fan checked himself in the mirror several times before picking up his schoolbag and going out.
"Wait." Yu Kaiming who was sitting at the dining table suddenly said.
Yu Fan paused for a moment, then glanced back indifferently.
"Dad cooked the noodles, and went to school after breakfast." Yu Kaiming was full of greasy food, and pointed to the cooking pot on the dining table with his chopsticks.
After saying a word, the room fell silent.
Yu Kaiming originally wanted to pretend to ease the relationship naturally, but after talking for a long time without hearing a reply, he raised his head slowly: "What are you looking at me for? I asked you to come over for breakfast. Oh, I also bought a few vegetable bags, fuck I waited in line for a long time before I bought it, you take it to school... and share some with your close friends, you know? Come on, put your schoolbag—"
An empty wine bottle came out of nowhere, brushed past Yu Kaiming's face, and slammed against the wall, making a crisp sound.
Yu Kaiming trembled in fright, held up his chopsticks and stared for a long time before regaining his senses, turned his head and wanted to scold: "You—"
"Say that word again and it will tear your mouth apart. Also," Yu Fan said, "don't talk to me."
Yu Fan walked out the door under Yu Kaiming's angry eyes. He weighed his schoolbag, and was just about to go downstairs when he caught a glimpse of half of his head and a bunch of braids protruding from the side of the stairs.
The little girl upstairs is carrying a small pink schoolbag, hiding behind the handrail of the stairs, obviously waiting for her parents to send her to school. She blinked and called, "Brother."
Yu Fan looked up at her: "Say."
"Are you going to school?"
Yu Fan was too lazy to respond to her, and raised his foot to go downstairs.
"Brother!" She stopped him again and asked quickly, "Why doesn't the other big brother come to see you?"
Yu Fan paused: "What brother?"
"That's the one, very tall, very handsome..."
"When did you see him?" Yu Fan frowned and asked her in silence for a few seconds.
"Here it is, he said he was waiting for you to get up." The little girl pointed to the small open space in front of Yu Fan's house, and asked, "When will he come next time?"
"Not coming." Yu Fan told her ruthlessly.
The little girl's expression was languid at that time, and she took two steps forward, "Ah? Then you, can you call him?"
"What are you going to do?"
The little girl grabbed the hem of her little white dress, and when she smiled, she showed her newly lost teeth: "I want to be that brother's girlfriend!"
"..."
The little girl knelt down, grabbed the railing with both hands, and put her face on it to look at him: "Can you do it, brother? Can you do it, can you..."
"no."
"Why?" The little girl wrinkled her face, just about to protest—
"He's someone else's boyfriend." Yu Fan stretched out his hand and patted her forehead lightly, saying, "You're useless, brat."
Zhuang Fangqin's mood has changed a lot recently. Whenever she sees Yu Fan every day, she feels sad, and when she sees the grades in the class gradually rising, she is happy again. After a while, she feels that she is about to split.
The average score of the monthly exam has increased a little this time. When Zhuang Fangqin handed out the papers, he gave each student a few lollipops by the way.
So after school at noon, the students who stayed in the class for self-study all had candies in their mouths.
"Don't study, stop studying! After studying hard for so long, this monthly math test is still seven points lower than last time!!" Zhang Wenjing threw down her pen irritably.
Wang Lu'an comforted her: "Oh, the monthly exam is difficult this time. Didn't you notice that your grade ranking went up? Everyone is equally bad."
"..."
Wang Lu'an turned his head and saw his other brother frowning while staring at the test paper.
"Why, Yu Fan, aren't you satisfied with being so good in the exam?" Wang Lu'an said, "This time I almost entered the top 400 in the grade."
What's the use of being in the top 400 in the grade, just looking at the scores, it's still a thousand miles away from those universities.
His starting point was too low. When he first started to study, his grade ranking was flying forward, but the further he went, the slower he climbed, and his grades began to become difficult to increase. Yu Fan looked at the test paper with almost the same score as before, but didn't make a sound, and rubbed his face a little irritably.
The chair next to him was pulled away, Yu Fan thought it was Wang Lu'an, and just wanted him to go back to his seat, when he looked up and saw a blank competition paper placed on the desk, and that indifferent face with a paralyzed face.
Yu Fan squeezed the candy into the corner of his mouth and stared at him blankly. Before he could speak, Wang Lu'an opened his mouth first: "Scholar? Why are you here? You won't be home at noon today?"
"Well, the family has something to do, so I didn't go back."
Chen Jingshen reached out his hand while answering, and took away the paper that Yu Fan was holding.
Yu Fan held the paper for two seconds, then stretched out his foot to kick the chair next to him: "Why are you reading other people's papers?"
Chen Jingshen glanced at his score: "It's not bad. Did Fangqin explain the papers? Is there anything I didn't understand."
"I didn't talk. What a fart, the total score is still more than eighty."
Class 7 is not as tense as Class 1. There are some students in the class who are sleeping, some are studying by themselves, and some are giving lectures or making small talk.
Wang Lu'an went to the front seat and asked the disciplinary committee why he remembered his name in the third class. Everyone was facing the blackboard, and no one paid attention to the last row of the classroom.
So Chen Jingshen raised his hand and rubbed the head of his lying boyfriend: "I'll tell you."
Wang Lu'an fought hundreds of rounds with the disciplinary committee, and returned victorious after an hour. When he returned, he saw his brother half leaning against the wall to listen to the questions, with a lollipop in his mouth like a cigarette.
Wang Lu'an remembered that he also didn't understand a few questions, wouldn't it be a good time for Xueba to be here? So he immediately bent down, rummaged in his messy drawer, and took a long time to pull out the paper and turned his head: "Xueba..."
Chen Jingshen pulled back his chair and stood up: "What."
Wang Lu'an froze: "Are you leaving??"
"Yeah." Chen Jingshen said, "Ten minutes to class."
"..."
Wang Lu'an pitifully grabbed a pile of papers he had written wrongly, and watched as Chen Jingshen picked up the papers and pen, and left their classroom with a lollipop in his mouth.
He sighed, and sat back to his original position, thinking that he would visit Qin Qin after school... huh
Wang Lu'an suddenly remembered something, sat up straight suddenly, and looked straight at the table next to him!
Yu Fan was disturbed by his movement, and frowned again: "Why you?"
"The lollipop in Xueba's mouth is a pink stick with a strawberry flavor."
"?"
"Aren't you the only strawberry flavor in the class?" Wang Lu'an asked, "But wasn't that candy in your mouth just now?"
"..."
"..."
The two looked at each other in silence. Soon, Wang Lu'an discovered that Yu Fan's shirt sleeves, which looked like dog shit all morning, were folded neatly and neatly, exactly the same as Chen Jingshen's usual technique.
Yu Fan followed Wang Lu'an's gaze and looked at his own arm, and got up after a while: "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Hey, together, what's going on..."
"Don't follow, annoying."
"..."
Yu Fan hid in front of the window next to the toilet, planning to go back after class.
He folded his pockets with both hands, looking around boredly, his eyes drifted to the sixth floor.
It's all Chen Jingshen's fault, he didn't want to eat sweets, and he owed him his sleeve...
With two minutes left for class, Yu Fan took out his phone and opened Chen Jingshen's dialogue box. Just after typing two words, the phone vibrated suddenly, and a text message popped up from the top.
[Unknown number: Hello, Yu Fan. Please come to the coffee shop at No. 11 Nanyang Street now.]
Yu Fan paused and frowned blankly.
Nanyang Street? Behind their school
Yu Fan seldom texts with anyone, and the latest one was a few months ago when someone from the school next door asked him to have a date. But this person's tone didn't look like he was about to have a fight.
The class bell rang, and Yu Fan slid his finger, ignoring the text message and preparing to go to class. The next second, the phone rang again.
[Unknown number: I am Chen Jingshen's mother, and I want to talk to you about Chen Jingshen.]
…
When Yu Fan went downstairs, he met Hu Pang. Hu Pang asked him, why are you going
Yu Fan said to help the teacher move things. In the past, Hu Pang had already grabbed him by the collar and carried him back, but Yu Fan's performance was so good recently, Hu Pang believed him, and waved him to hurry up.
After Hu Pang's figure disappeared into the teaching building, Yu Fan skillfully climbed out from the back wall of the school.
Yu Fan was absent-minded on the way to the coffee shop.
What did Chen Jingshen's mother want him for? Chen Jingshen was not in the same class as him, and they were not at the same table, so what could she do with herself
Yu Fan habitually thought that the other party might already know about his relationship with Chen Jingshen. As for how she knew, surveillance, mobile phone, or Chen Jingshen's birthday, she saw in the living room——
So was he out of his mind at the time, why did he have to sit there and feed the mosquitoes and others? Why don't you just leave after hiding your things
Yu Fan was caught off guard by this text message, thinking that if this was the case, what would Chen Jingshen's mother say to him? He is not good at reasoning or quarreling with people, he prefers to do it directly. So he looked down at the stone bricks all the way, rehearsing in his mind silently.
-I've seen it all. Are you and my son in a relationship
-yes.
- you break up with my son immediately!
- Ask your son to come and mention it to me.
- Tell me, how much do you want to leave my son
- I'll have to think about it.
Thinking of this, Yu Fan couldn't help laughing, a little funny and bitter.
Does Chen Jingshen know that Ji Lianyi has come to ask him out? Judging from today's noon, it should not be known. Just don't know.
Yu Fan had never been afraid of anything. As long as he could remember, he had dared to fight against Yu Kaiming, whose body type was several times his size. When he walked to the door of the coffee shop, his footsteps stopped.
A few seconds later, he raised his hand to push back the broken hair on his forehead, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the coffee shop.
After Ji Lianyi sent her son to school in the morning, she has been sitting in the coffee shop.
The coffee shop was reserved by her, and there was no noise around, so she could quietly think about how to negotiate with Yu Fan.
Ji Lianyi has been strategizing at the negotiating table in shopping malls for more than ten years. Today, facing a 17-year-old high school student, she feels uneasy.
The door was pushed open, and the clerk who she had instructed was about to step forward when she stretched out her hand to stop her. The other party immediately understood, refilled her a cup of coffee, turned around and went back to the back kitchen.
As soon as Ji Lianyi looked up, she saw that weed-like hair, and certain images came to mind, and a subconscious feeling of nausea surged up. Her fingers trembled slightly, she leaned back without showing any signs, trying to control her tone: "Sit."
The chair was roughly pulled away, and the boy sat down opposite her.
The two sat opposite each other silently, neither of them spoke, the silence was like a temptation to each other.
For a long time, Ji Lianyi resisted and couldn't help but look at him, with a wrinkled collar, a thin face, a sloppy sitting posture, hands resting on the table feebly, full of street gangster aura.
Enduring the discomfort in her heart, Ji Lianyi spoke first: "You should know why I'm looking for you."
"I don't know." Yu Fan said.
"You and the depth of field." Ji Lianyi said, "I've seen it all."
Ji Lianyi saw the other party's fingers twitch, and then said indifferently: "Oh."
Ji Lianyi said: "You break up with him immediately."
"You let him mention it to me by himself."
Ji Lianyi looked at the other party's indifferent expression, and the familiar anxiety and panic struck again. She tried her best to restrain herself, clenched and loosened her slender and beautiful fingers. After repeated several times, she calmly said: "Just tell me how much you want to leave my son."
As soon as the words fell, Ji Lianyi seemed to hear the person opposite laughed softly, and the boy lowered his eyes and said lazily: "I have to think about it."
The laughter inexplicably reminded her of the previous meetings with another person, her nerves became more tense, she took a deep breath, and added, "Okay. But I must make it clear to you that after taking this money, You and your dad should never appear in front of me and Jingshen again."
The moment a certain word appeared, Yu Fan suddenly raised his head.
All expressions on his face disappeared, and he looked at her silently, even the ups and downs of breathing seemed to be gone.
Ji Lianyi was also expressionless: "I know you have plans. But let me tell you, I have kept every transfer, every chat record and call record I gave you, and I have also contacted the lawyer. I can To be clear, the current amount is enough for the two of you to go in and squat for many years."
Yu Fan just looked at her and didn't speak.
"Of course, if I really want to sue you, I won't call you out today. Let me just say my request. I'm willing to spend money to eliminate the disaster. Finally, I will give you a sum of money. You ask your dad to delete all the photos. Then sign me a pledge—”
"What photo?" The person on the opposite side said dully.
Ji Lianyi choked, and inevitably thought of those images, she closed her eyes and asked, "What do you think?"
"What picture?"
"... the library, those in the park." Ji Lianyi paused, "Do you have any other photos??"
library.
Yu Fan's brain felt like a wooden stick had been pierced so hard that it hurt even to recall it. It took him a long time to remember that in the few days after Yu Kaiming came back, he and Chen Jingshen only went to the library once. They did questions and read books as usual. a kiss.
Not long after he went home that day, Yu Kaiming also came back. Then suddenly one day, Yu Kaiming asked him why he didn't go out.
"No more," he heard himself say.
Ji Lianyi didn't believe him, but she was already too lazy to entangle in this matter: "In short, after the matter is settled today, you must delete all those things in front of me, and then break up with my son. In the future, you and your If Dad comes to blackmail me again, I will definitely take legal measures. Tell me, how much money do you want?"
"How did he find you?" Yu Fan asked.
One sentence brings up Ji Lianyi's nightmare all this time.
She will always remember that day, when she was sitting in the car, a man knocked on the window. When she pulled down the car window, the man grinned his yellow teeth and called her "in-law".
The torture started from that moment. She received a photo of her son kissing a boy, and received extortionate text messages and phone calls from the other party. She could hardly sleep. When she closed her eyes at night, her mind was full of—
"Call the police. Before I go to jail, I will post pictures of your son being gay all over Nancheng!"
"Don't let the children know about this, I think they are a good match."
"Do you think my son fucked your son, or your son fucked my son?"
Ji Lianyi didn't understand why Yu Fan asked the question knowingly. She forced herself to withdraw her thoughts and calmly repeated: "How much do you want?"
As she spoke, her gaze suddenly fell on Yu Fan's arm.
Yu Fan withdrew his hand and put it casually under the table, blocking the sleeves that Chen Jingshen helped him fold up little by little at noon. He asked without any ups and downs: "How much did he ask you for before?"
"Eight hundred thousand."
Yu Fan: "Oh. I'll go back and discuss it."
That's what it means to agree.
Ji Lianyi pushed the document in front of her to Yu Fan: "These are the legal clauses I have sorted out, and it has already stated the prison terms you will get if you are prosecuted for this kind of fraudulent behavior."
In fact, Ji Lianyi had no intention of suing. She couldn't bear the fact that other people in this world knew about it.
So when she saw Yu Fan took this document, she was relieved for a long time.
"You negotiate the price and ask your dad to send me a text message directly. Also, during the time I'm transferring to Jingshen, I hope you don't go to school for the time being, and don't contact him. I'm afraid he will be affected. "Ji Lianyi asked, "This shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"
"Um."
After everything was done, Ji Lianyi nodded, unwilling to stay any longer.
She picked up her handbag and got up to leave with dignity. But just as she took two steps, she stopped suddenly, turned around and returned to the table.
She swallowed several times before asking in a low voice: "The last thing. You and Jing Shen... Did you threaten him?"
Her voice was low and weak, like the tiny struggle of a drowning person.
Yu Fan lowered his head, glanced at his sleeve, and said yes.
Ji Lianyi was completely out of breath. She picked up the undrinked coffee on the table and splashed it on the boy's face. The brown liquid flowed from his hair to his chin, and then soaked the white school uniform shirt little by little.
Yu Fan closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he heard Ji Lianyi say in a trembling voice.
"My son is ruined by you. You are as disgusting as your father."