Boyfriend is mentally ill

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't think he was good, and he didn't think it was lucky that Meng Fusheng liked him. He followed Meng Fusheng home with a heavy heart, and then found that he was still too naive.

In Meng Fusheng's apartment, there is only one bedroom that can sleep.

"I sleep on the sofa, and it unfolds like a bed." Meng Fusheng saw his hesitation and entanglement, explained and comforted him in time, settled him down and asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

Jiang Xiaofeng tried to stay calm. He could actually eat anything, but he knew how embarrassing the answer of "casual" was, so he thought for a while and replied, "Pork ribs." After speaking, he added, "Let me treat the senior to dinner, What do seniors want to eat?"

Meng Fusheng pretended to think for a few seconds: "I also want to eat pork ribs, but if you treat...Xiaofeng, can you cook? I am going to eat at home. Cooking by myself is more clean and nutritious."

Jiang Xiaofeng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

……

Meng Fusheng pushed the shopping cart behind Jiang Xiaofeng, watched him pick vegetables skillfully, still felt a little unreal, and asked: "Xiaofeng, do you really know how to cook?"

Jiang Xiaofeng was picking up a handful of cabbage and looking at it, and casually replied: "Well, I know all the basic home-cooked dishes, senior, do you eat cabbage?"

"Eat." Meng Fusheng responded, watching him sideways put the cabbage into the shopping cart, his fluffy curly hair swayed with the movement of lowering his head, his heart was itchy, and he asked, "When did you learn to cook?"

"When I was in elementary school." Jiang Xiaofeng went to watch meat dishes again. "I grew up with my grandmother. She is a teacher. When I was busy, I often didn't have time to go home and cook for me at noon. I didn't want to eat in the school cafeteria and off-campus shops every day." , I started to learn to do it myself, and my grandma would teach me after get off work at night.”

Speaking of what he thought of, he bent his eyes and showed a slightly proud expression: "I'm a quick learner. When I was in junior high school, the food I cooked was already better than grandma's."

Bai Nen|The handsome boy with milk showed a proud smile, as beautiful as a little lion with its head upright, Meng Fusheng laughed, and then boasted: "Well, Xiaofeng is awesome."

【Student, you are... awesome on your own. 】

A vague sentence suddenly flashed in his mind, the voice and tone were very similar to what Meng Fusheng said at this time.

Jiang Xiaofeng paused, then suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Fusheng.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at Meng Fusheng's gentle and handsome face, slowly looked away, and picked out the ribs: "...it's nothing."

The two went to pay the bill after buying vegetables. Jiang Xiaofeng rushed to the cashier first, and secretly blocked Meng Fusheng's way. Meng Fusheng secretly smiled when he saw what he thought was a very concealed defensive action.

After shopping, Meng Fusheng held the shopping bag in his hand, and Jiang Xiaofeng walked beside him, holding the shopping receipt and muttering: "The food in the supermarket is still not fresh enough, and it's too expensive. Let's go to the vegetable market next time. I remember there is a vegetable market behind the community.”

next time.

Meng Fusheng chewed the word for a while, smiled softly, and responded with a warm voice.

The two of them had to pass through the South Street outside the South School Gate to return to the community. It was noon at this time, and there were a lot of students out for dinner. After walking two steps, a girl suddenly ran out from a milk tea shop on the street and stood in front of Meng Fusheng.

"Senior!"

Meng Fusheng stopped, and instinctively protected Jiang Xiaofeng behind him.

Jiang Xiaofeng was puzzled.

Fang Zixi was very anxious, her eye circles turned red as soon as she spoke, and begged: "Senior, I really know I was wrong, don't hide from me, and don't tell the school if I'm okay, I don't want to be punished, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was also punished. Zhang Juntian lied, those photos were all given to me by Zhang Juntian, and it was all Zhang Juntian's fault."

Meng Fusheng's expression was indifferent: "Smearing alumni of the same school on the school forum, it's not that if I don't report this kind of thing to the school, the school will pretend not to know about it. A University has a clean and upright school spirit, junior girl, you have worked so hard to get in, you still have more thoughts It’s better to focus on studies.”

He spoke ruthlessly, implying that she was not in the right mind. Fang Zixi was embarrassed and ashamed, and her tears were falling down. There was nothing she could do. She suddenly looked at Jiang Xiaofeng again, stepped forward and said, "Student Jiang, help me to pay the school bills." Can you pass me a letter of understanding? I know I did something wrong, I'm sorry, Zhang Juntian tricked me, I'm really sorry."

Jiang Xiaofeng was thoughtful, and looked around at the students who were there, and had a guess in his heart. He raised his hand and patted Meng Fusheng lightly, stepped sideways behind him, looked at Fang Zixi, and asked, "What are you doing?" Sorry about my business?"

Fang Zixi thought he was deliberately humiliating her, but she really didn't want to be punished, so she endured the shame and humiliation and replied: "I posted the posts on the forum...it was all Zhang Juntian, really, I thought the senior was deceived by you Yeah, just, just... I'm really sorry."

The delicate and delicate girl cried miserably, and the passers-by who hadn't heard their conversation clearly all showed expressions of sympathy.

Jiang Xiaofeng was unmoved.

This girl actually "loves eating strawberries".

He remembered the yin and yang and hostility of "Love to eat strawberries" tearing people up in the screenshot of the post, and replied: "I don't understand."

Fang Zixi stopped crying, and looked up at him in disbelief: "You, you..."

"What about me?" Jiang Xiaofeng looked down at her, narrowed his eyes slightly, and made no effort to hide his aggression, "I don't want to pretend to be pitiful, tell me, when you graduate and start working..."

Fang Zixi took a step back in shock from his sudden sharp appearance, and stammered, "What, what?"

"At that time, you have long forgotten what you have done now, and you are very satisfied with your new job, but one day, a post appeared in your company's internal forum, and that post exposed your smearing of cyberbullying classmates Clean, exaggerated and distorted some of the facts, ruined your reputation, and been pointed at by people in the company... If it were you, would you forgive the person who posted it?"

Fang Zixi was so shocked that her face turned pale: "You can't... I was just deceived, it was Zhang Juntian..."

"Oh." Jiang Xiaofeng straightened up, "Thank you for the reminder, Zhang Juntian, right? I'll beat him up, bye." After talking about Meng Fusheng, he walked away.

The girls' cries and passers-by's whispers were slowly left behind. After turning to the small road to the community, Jiang Xiaofeng let go of Meng Fusheng, and rushed forward sullenly, obviously holding his breath.

Meng Fusheng reached out and pinched the back of his neck, forcing him to slow down, and said softly, "Don't swear."

Jiang Xiaofeng, who was just about to curse in a low voice, choked, and the anger of punching down came down, and he turned to look at Meng Fusheng.

Meng Fusheng smiled at him: "You did a good job just now."

Jiang Xiaofeng was uncomfortable, shrunk his neck to avoid his hand, frowned and said, "What's the matter, I just frightened a girl."

"She bullied you first, it's okay if you fight back." Meng Fusheng squeezed his neck again before letting go, boasting, "You didn't swear just now, it's good."

Jiang Xiaofeng had the illusion that he had become a child again, being protected by Meng Fusheng, a protective parent. He felt awkward, but his anger completely dissipated. He turned around and muttered: "What's wrong with the swearing, old man."

Meng Fusheng approached deliberately: "I heard you scolding me."

Warm breath sprayed on the side of his face, Jiang Xiaofeng's hair stood on end, he jumped three feet away, and raised his voice to deny: "Who scolded? Who scolded? Nonsense."

Meng Fusheng straightened up, looked at him and smiled.

……

While cooking, Meng Fusheng explained Fang Zixi's matter to Jiang Xiaofeng while helping to lay down his hands.

It turned out that on the second day after Jiang Xiaofeng was hospitalized, Meng Fusheng finally found out the identity of the person who posted the post, and then Meng Fusheng complained about it to the school.The school attached great importance to it, and after checking the evidence, they talked to Fang Zixi and Zhang Juntian.

In order to cooperate with Jiang Xiaofeng's memory loss, Meng Fusheng also explained the identities of Fang Zixi and Zhang Juntian to Jiang Xiaofeng after speaking.

Jiang Xiaofeng listened silently, chopping and frying vegetables in his hands without stopping. He didn't ask until the last piece of fresh mushroom soup came out of the pot, "So the two of them posted the post together?"

"The result of the investigation is like this, but when the teacher asked, Fang Zixi said that she was used by Zhang Juntian, and Zhang Juntian said that he just chatted with Fang Zixi casually, and did not expect her to post."

What a wonderful dog eat dog.

"The screenshot of the old post?"

"It was provided to Zhang Juntian by your two high school classmates. When they were led by the teacher to apologize to you, Zhang Juntian found an opportunity to talk to them."

Jiang Xiaofeng thought for a while, then remembered who the high school classmates were referring to based on the story Tian Daqi told him, and let out a cold snort.

It's the two grandsons of Wu Biao and Liu Pengyu, and that Zhang Juntian again, they are really deliberate.

He took off his apron, went to the sink to wash his hands, and asked, "They all like you?"

Meng Fusheng was silent for a while, and replied: "Fang Zixi is."

Jiang Xiaofeng straightened up and wiped his hands, lowered his head, his curly hair fell limply, covering his eyebrows and eyes: "Why are there always such boring people who like to judge other people's lives based on their likes and dislikes...they Is love and hate so cheap?"

Meng Fusheng felt sour in his heart: "I'm sorry, it's because I didn't handle those messy relationships well, which made you suffer."

"What does it have to do with you?" Jiang Xiaofeng looked up at him with clear eyes and disapproval, "Excellence is not a crime, you don't need to apologize for your excellence, those people's hearts are too dark."

Seeing him like this, Meng Fusheng was in a daze for a moment, and smiled: "Well, you're right."

Today's Jiang Xiaofeng always gives him a feeling of strangeness and novelty, but it is undeniable that this Jiang Xiaofeng is more attractive and dazzling than before.

……

After the food was served, Meng Fusheng took out his mobile phone to take a few photos of the dishes on the table, and said with a smile: "This is the first time you cook for me, and it is also the first time we eat at home together, as lovers... ...Well, lovers in disguise, this day must be commemorated by Moments."

Jiang Xiaofeng struggled for a moment, and asked, "Then should I send it?"

Meng Fusheng was very pleasantly surprised: "Do you want to send it? Thank you, I am very happy."

"..."

He took out his mobile phone silently: "Then I will send it too."

The two of them were operating on their phones.

Meng Fusheng's circle of friends is full of love, three pictures with filters and words added, with the text: Xiaofeng cooked for me today, he is super good.

Jiang Xiaofeng posted it dryly, with a picture and a sentence: Eat with seniors.

After posting, the two went to look at each other's posts. Meng Fusheng smiled and liked Jiang Xiaofeng. Jiang Xiaofeng endured the feeling of being uncomfortable and smoking, and also liked Meng Fusheng.

The pre-dinner ceremony was finally over, Jiang Xiaofeng quickly put aside his phone and picked up his rice bowl, buried himself in the ocean of food, not daring to look at Meng Fusheng at all.

……

After the meal, Jiang Xiaofeng was dragged downstairs by Meng Fusheng to have a snack. During the meal, he heard Meng Fusheng talk about some details of their previous relationship, and Meng Fusheng confessed and praised him countless times.

Jiang Xiaofeng had never been praised so bluntly and gently by anyone other than his grandmother. He felt extremely uncomfortable and a little shy, so he managed to stabilize his expression and said, "I'm not as good as you said..."

"Yes." Meng Fusheng seriously denied, and continued to boast, "You are excellent. Those people on the forum said that about you before because they didn't understand you. Yesterday, the college news agency updated several English corner debates on the campus homepage In the game video, everyone saw your performance and praised you."

Jiang Xiaofeng knew about the English Corner, so he was a little curious and asked, "Video of the competition?"

"Well, there is your solo cut. It seems that the people in the news agency like you very much." Meng Fusheng looked at the time and suggested, "It's enough time for a walk, let's go up and watch the video? After watching the video, maybe you What can you remember?"

This suggestion is very good, Jiang Xiaofeng nodded.

The two went back upstairs, and Meng Fusheng brought his computer and played the videos on the campus network for him to watch.

There are a total of three videos, with a total duration of more than two hours, two of which are group performances, and the last one is a solo cut by Jiang Xiaofeng. live".

Meng Fusheng directly clicked on the third video.

The campus network has a barrage function. As soon as the video is opened, a bunch of barrages of "High energy ahead", "Please note, this video is full of energy", "Please translate it with a big hand", "Student, I can" fly past densely.

Jiang Xiaofeng was shocked by the thickness of the barrage.

Meng Fusheng paid attention to his expression, turned the full screen of the video, and sat beside him to watch it with him.

At the beginning of the video, a close-up of Jiang Xiaofeng's face was given, with a small face and big eyes, thick eyelashes, a straight nose, fair skin, and soft natural curls, making him look like a dummy.On the other hand, his expression is very serious and serious, which neutralizes the delicacy brought by the facial features, showing a special handsomeness.

"Ah, I'm dead" and "I can" flew across the screen, and Jiang Xiaofeng scratched his face uncomfortably.

Everyone is too exaggerated, his face is so...

Meng Fusheng said suddenly: "I'm jealous."

Jiang Xiaofeng's thoughts were broken, and he was so embarrassed: "You are not allowed to talk."

Meng Fusheng chuckled and shut up obediently.

Jiang Xiaofeng in the video has already opened his mouth, speaking a pure and fluent English accent, with a nice low voice of a teenager, sweet and sexy.

The barrage exploded again, and all kinds of swearing came out one after another. Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't take it anymore, and asked, "Can you turn off the barrage?"

"No." Meng Fusheng firmly refused, "I have to let you know how good you are, and how many people are praising you and liking you now."

Several colorful bullet screens of "Student Marry Me" flew by, and Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't stand it any longer, leaning over to reach for the mouse in Meng Fusheng's hand: "Close it, you clearly said that watching this is to help me regain my memory .”

Meng Fusheng dodged: "Then do you think you are okay?"

"I……"

Meng Fusheng suddenly started to read the barrage, with a gentle voice, softly biting the words, turning the coquettish barrage into a very flirtatious recitation.

Jiang Xiaofeng's brain was about to explode, and he touched the touch mouse on the computer again: "Stop reading."

The barrage was closed, but Meng Fusheng was still reading the barrage—the barrage in his heart.

"Student is so powerful, he knows such cold knowledge."

"My junior has a very rich vocabulary."

"Schoolmate... um."

Jiang Xiaofeng covered his mouth, and became angry with embarrassment: "I'm fine, I'm super fine! Is it okay?"

Meng Fusheng rolled his eyes with a smile, and raised his hand in surrender.

The video was finally able to be watched normally. Jiang Xiaofeng sat back, but he murmured in his heart that Meng Fusheng was actually not as good as he appeared, and he was listless inside.

Finally, the video is over.

Meng Fusheng asked, "Did you remember anything?"

Jiang Xiaofeng frowned and shook his head.

Every scene in the video felt strange to him, and he didn't remember anything.

Meng Fusheng sighed in his heart, but he comforted him on the face: "It's okay, let's think of other ways."

However, Jiang Xiaofeng was a little reconciled, and fast forwarded to watch the other two videos, but he still couldn't think of anything. Suddenly, he thought of something, and said to Meng Fusheng: "Senior, the love letter I gave you...do you still keep it?"

Meng Fusheng moved his fingers and nodded: "En."

"Can I take a look?"

After a brief silence, Meng Fusheng stood up: "Yes."

Soon, Meng Fusheng took out all the love letters and liqueur chocolates.

"I haven't finished my dissertation yet, go to the study first, come to me if you have anything to do." Meng Fusheng put the things in front of Jiang Xiaofeng, paused, then turned and left thoughtfully.

The study door was closed, Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the things on the table, took a deep breath, and picked up the love letter first.

It's still heart-shaped.

He was restless.

With the mood of checking the dark history, he first observed the surface of the love letter, um, it was ordinary printed letter paper, which seemed to be the one that Jingjing gave him when he was in high school... It turned out to be a love letter made by him.

He silently doubted his life, then moved his fingers and opened the love letter.

"...???"

Blank?

He let out a sigh of relief, picked up the white letter paper suspiciously and looked at it, it was empty, and then pulled the chocolate from the black letter paper to look at it, it was also empty.

This is a love letter?Blank love letter?

He felt that the situation was a bit wrong, so he put down the love letter for the time being, and studied the bonbon chocolate, but found nothing useful, so he read the love letter again.

Then looking at it, he slowly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on one of the chocolate chips.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the piece of chocolate and took a closer look, and sure enough, he found a small deformation on it, which is usually on the dart weapon used by the Shumen in "Jianghu You", that is, the profession he played. Bamboo pattern.

"..."

He put the chocolate back slowly and put it back together.

Triangular, sharp blade, slightly longer at both ends, shaped like a swallowtail...

That's right, this is a Shumen hidden weapon made of chocolate - swallowtail dart.

His hands trembled a little, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Is this really... a love letter he gave to Meng Fusheng?