Boyfriend is mentally ill

"Who am I?" Zhang Juntian felt that he was provocative, and after asking a question, he wanted to pull his collar, "What are you pretending to be, Jiang Xiaofeng, you are a homosexual with a bad character, online dating and fighting, honestly In fact, just go to your game to deceive people, what to do to provoke... oh!"

Jiang Xiaofeng grabbed his hand with a twist, looked him up and down, and guessed his identity: "There is only one trash from this school who has had conflicts with me this month, Zhang Juntian from the tennis club?"

Zhang Juntian's face was extremely ugly, and he pulled his hand back forcefully: "Let go!"

Jiang Xiaofeng put in more effort, and laughed angrily: "I didn't look for you, but you came to my door and posted a message to blackmail me? And you went to my high school classmates to dig for material?"

"A person like you should let everyone know your true face..."

Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly pressed his shoulder, stepped forward and punched him in the stomach, with a well-controlled force, which would only cause him pain and nausea, and would not hurt him.

Zhang Juntian's body is considered solid, but he was still unbearably beaten by this punch.He relieved himself instantly and looked at Jiang Xiaofeng in disbelief.How could such a thin body...

"I found that you boys who think you have good physiques always like to use their body shape to judge whether others are good or not." Jiang Xiaofeng let go of him, put the phone in his pocket, and stretched his wrists, "Do you want to fight? Come on, I'm here today!" If I don’t beat you until you kneel down and call Dad, my surname will be reversed—"

"Xiaofeng!"

Meng Fusheng's anxious call came from afar.

As soon as Jiang Xiaofeng stopped talking, his feverish mind instantly woke up, and he raised his eyes to look where the sound came from.

Meng Fusheng was striding towards this side, his usual gentleness and composure were all gone, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his eyes were anxious.

Jiang Xiaofeng was a little taken aback, it was the first time he had seen Meng Fusheng like this.

Zhang Juntian turned around when he heard the voice, his expression also changed.

He didn't expect Meng Fusheng to be nearby.

At this time, Meng Fusheng had already run up to the two of them. When he arrived, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Juntian's collar unexpectedly, and threw him aside forcefully. Then he stood in front of Jiang Xiaofeng, looked at Zhang Juntian and asked, "What do you want to do?" ?”

After Zhang Juntian stabilized his body, he was stunned. He couldn't believe that Meng Fusheng had done something to him, and when he saw him protecting Jiang Xiaofeng, he suddenly exploded. He said angrily, "Senior, wake up, that liar is lying to you! you!"

Jiang Xiaofeng clenched his fists again when he heard the words, but he slowly relaxed when he remembered what he had done to Meng Fusheng—from a certain point of view, what Zhang Juntian said was indeed the truth, he had indeed deceived and played with Meng Fusheng.

Meng Fusheng seemed to have eyes on his back, and held his fist tightly with one hand, as if he was afraid that he would rush out just like that, looked at Zhang Juntian with a frown and asked back: "But am I being deceived?" , Being played with, what does it have to do with you? What right do you have to dictate the lives of others?"

Zhang Juntian choked, and raised his voice: "Senior, I'm helping you!"

"No, you are just venting your anger. If you really want to help me, why didn't you come to remind me the first time after you found out Xiaofeng's past, but go to the Internet to discredit him? What right do you have to leak Xiaofeng's **? Your way of 'helping' me by hurting others, please forgive me!"

For Zhang Juntian to be criticized face to face like this, it was as if he had slapped him in the face.What made him even more uncomfortable was that the slap was still in front of Jiang Xiaofeng!

He couldn't help being furious: "That's not slander, it's the truth! It's all proven by evidence, Jiang Xiaofeng is a liar!"

Meng Fusheng's tone was severe: "I like him. Even if he is a liar, I am willing to be deceived by him. Zhang Juntian, you have no qualifications and rights to interfere with my emotional life, and you have no position to 'do' for me to Jiang Xiaofeng. This is The matter between me and Jiang Xiaofeng has nothing to do with you, you can't hurt my lover under the banner of being good for me."

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at Meng Fusheng who was protecting him, and the anger provoked by Zhang Juntian suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Juntian looked at Meng Fusheng angrily and in disbelief with the expression of hearing some magical story, then gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, you will regret it!"

"That's my own business too, Zhang Juntian, we're not even friends, we just stayed in the tennis club together, you've crossed the line."

Zhang Juntian was angry and ashamed, and felt betrayed, suddenly looked at Jiang Xiaofeng again, and said viciously: "You are really good, liar, let me see how long you can be proud!" After speaking, he kicked the advertisement on the side of the road Stand up, turn around and walk away.

Only then did Meng Fusheng's tense body relax, and he turned to look at Jiang Xiaofeng with a serious expression.

Jiang Xiaofeng immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry."

"...Why do you apologize?"

Jiang Xiaofeng was very guilty: "I caused you to have conflicts with others, but he was right, I really lied to you."

There was a brief silence, and then a hand was pressed on the forehead, and the lowered head was lifted up.

Meng Fusheng patted him on the forehead, and said in a gentle and helpless tone, "Say nonsense, it's his fault for provoking you, you don't need to apologize. But even if you get angry next time, remember not to fight with your classmates at school. In this case, if you don't handle it well, you will be punished easily, and violence is not the only way to solve the problem, understand?"

Jiang Xiaofeng retorted instinctively: "But you clearly said that there are some things that can only be vented with violence."

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned.Meng Fusheng came back to his senses first, pressed Jiang Xiaofeng's shoulder hard, and asked, "What did you say?"

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at him, opened his mouth, and said in a hesitant tone: "I...you said such a thing?" Meng Fusheng was the kind of person who didn't advocate violence at first glance, so he probably wouldn't...

"I said it." Meng Fusheng slowly let go of his hand, his voice was slightly low, "Xiaofeng, did you remember anything?"

Jiang Xiaofeng tried his best to recall, and shook his head: "No... I don't know why I said such a sentence, you really have..."

"Does your head hurt?" Meng Fusheng interrupted him suddenly, reaching out to touch the back of his head, "Did you get hurt when you clashed with Zhang Juntian just now?"

Jiang Xiaofeng's train of thought was interrupted, he shook his head, and wanted to continue the previous topic, but Meng Fusheng had already mentioned something else, so his attention was diverted again, and he quickly forgot what he wanted to say just now.

……

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't expect that Zhang Juntian's matter would have a follow-up. A few days later, Zhang Juntian was pressured by his teacher to apologize to him.

Along with Zhang Juntian, there was also Fang Zixi who had been punished.

The two culprits who posted the posts gathered in the office and apologized to Jiang Xiaofeng face to face. Then the teacher asked the three of them to sit down and explained to Jiang Xiaofeng what was mentioned in those posts.

All in all, Jiang Xiaofeng is not a liar. The school has contacted Jiang Xiaofeng's high school to inquire about what happened back then, and learned that Jiang Xiaofeng was deceived and smeared by people on the Internet. Being expelled was a misunderstanding, and he hadn't done anything excessive.

Afterwards, the teacher took out a letter of thanks, which was written by Hua Jingjing, in which she solemnly thanked Jiang Xiaofeng for helping her and her family, and then asked the school not to have any bad misunderstandings about Jiang Xiaofeng because of the rumors.

"...That's the way it is. Jiang Xiaofeng is not a liar as you said. On the contrary, he is the biggest victim. Do you know that you are wrong now?" The teacher put down the letter and asked.

Fang Zixi started to cry again, Zhang Juntian had an ugly expression, and kept silent.

The teacher sighed when he saw this, and said something harsher: "University A wants to cultivate talents with both good character and learning! You have worked hard for three years to enter University A in order to learn how to listen to one side, smear students wantonly, and be violent on the Internet. Do you know your mistakes and not correct them?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again." Fang Zixi's mood collapsed in an instant, and she cried even harder. She quickly apologized and bowed to Jiang Xiaofeng.

The teacher looked at Zhang Juntian again.

Zhang Juntian shuddered, and finally looked at Jiang Xiaofeng unwillingly, and said, "I'm sorry."

"I don't accept it." Jiang Xiaofeng looked away from the thank you letter and looked at the teacher, "Teacher, can I go?"

No one can ask the victim to forgive the person who made the mistake. The teacher sighed in his heart, nodded, got up and personally sent him away, and then came back to continue to give Fang Zixi and Zhang Juntian the ideological and moral education class.

……

Walking out of the teacher's building, Jiang Xiaofeng saw Meng Fusheng waiting under the tree at the door, stopped and hid behind the door, looked at him quietly for a while, then let out a long breath of foul breath in his chest, and walked towards him.

"Senior."

Meng Fusheng was lowering his head to chat with someone on WeChat. He raised his head when he heard the voice, put down his phone and came over to ask, "Solved?"

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded, and said seriously: "Senior, thank you."

The sudden face-to-face apology, the thank-you letter from Hua Jingjing, the teacher's explanation on her behalf...these all happened so coincidentally that it could never be the school's sudden whim, it could only be someone negotiating with the school about Zhang Juntian's matter.And there is only one person who will do this thing for him, and who has the ability to do it for him.

Although this kind of face-to-face apology and explanation could not erase the impact of the post, but after such an outburst, the bad breath in his heart finally disappeared.

In the past, when he was bullied, he just carried it by himself, but this time, someone was willing to do so many things for him.

If someone like Meng Fusheng was willing to stand up and express his trust in him when he was smeared by human flesh in high school, and help him clarify the explanation, even if the explanation didn't work, he wouldn't...

His mood fluctuated a bit, he quickly lowered his head and took a breath, then looked at Meng Fusheng again, and said, "Thank you, senior, thank you very much."

Meng Fusheng looked at him earnestly thanking him with red eyes, and his heart softened. After a long time, he raised his hand to put on the top of his head, and patted him lightly.

……

Jiang Xiaofeng hummed a song and bought a lot of vegetables, preparing to make a "Manchu Banquet" for Meng Fusheng.Meng Fusheng wanted to help, but was driven out of the kitchen with a big wave of his hand.

"Just wait and eat."

The kitchen door was closed, Meng Fusheng touched his nose that was almost hit, lowered his head and smiled, took off his apron, and went back to the study.

After a while, he came out with the computer in his arms, sat at the dining table near the kitchen, and wrote the report while smelling the scent wafting from the kitchen.

The Manchu Banquet that Jiang Xiaofeng mentioned is of course not a real Manchu Banquet, but a meat banquet complete with chicken, duck, beef, mutton and fish.He was afraid that there would be too much for the two of them to finish, so he only made a small portion of each kind of meat, and it felt like a high-end feast when they were put together.

The meal was finally finished after seven o'clock. Meng Fusheng helped to set up the chopsticks and asked Jiang Xiaofeng, "Chef Jiang, can we start the meal?"

"Open!" Jiang Xiaofeng was extremely proud, with pride written on every strand of his hair, "Today I will let you taste my real craftsmanship!"

Meng Fusheng deliberately asked: "So what you cooked for me before was all perfunctory?"

Jiang Xiaofeng choked, turned his head and went into the kitchen: "How is that possible...I'll go serve the rice!"

Meng Fusheng watched him leave with a smile, took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of the big meal on the table, then secretly turned the camera to Jiang Xiaofeng who was serving the meal in the kitchen, and pressed the camera button.

Jiang Xiaofeng turned his head suddenly: "Do you want a big bowl of rice, or a bowl of rice?"

Meng Fusheng turned sideways indiscriminately, put his phone into his pants pocket, and asked, "What's the difference?"

"I see, you want to eat a big bowl of rice!" Jiang Xiaofeng took the initiative, pressed down the rice in the bowl, added another spoonful, made the rice pile up to the point, and carefully adjusted the shape of the rice , until the tip is made into a beautiful ellipse, and then the hand is satisfied.

Meng Fusheng couldn't help laughing, leaning on the dining table, suddenly feeling extremely satisfied.

Meng Fusheng ate a table of dishes and a large bowl of rice. Jiang Xiaofeng was dumbfounded, afraid that he would spoil his stomach.

Seeing that Jiang Xiaofeng was always worried, Meng Fusheng simply took him out of the community on the grounds of digestion, and took a walk along the bustling South Street.

There are many students who come out to eat and play on the street, and many of them are couples holding hands.

Jiang Xiaofeng was so full that he couldn't move his mind, he was staring at the billboard of a book bar by the roadside, when his hand suddenly became hot, and then his hand was put into a warm and wide palm.

He froze for a moment, looked sideways, and began to pull his hands out.

"Don't move." Meng Fusheng pulled him closer, leaned closer to him, and lowered his voice, "There is a classmate from the class next to me on the opposite road who is watching us. He was surprised when he knew I was with you and said that I No vision, I want to show him."

Jiang Xiaofeng stopped struggling immediately after hearing this, and looked across the road, and while looking for the classmate next door, he grabbed Meng Fusheng's hand with his backhand, and he shared the same hatred with him: "You actually said that you have no vision, and your mouth is so bad! Why don't you look at me? Look, am I bad?"

Meng Fusheng squeezed his hand contentedly, and coaxed with a smile: "No, Xiaofeng is very good. He is good-looking, smart, caring, and also has good cooking skills, which is very good."

Jiang Xiaofeng blushed from being praised, and turned his head uncomfortably: "It's not that good... Is your classmate still looking at us?"

"Yeah, I'm still watching." Meng Fusheng looked at the ears exposed when he turned his head, saw that there was a little blush on them, and the smile on his face deepened.

Jiang Xiaofeng was still frowning and muttering: "What's so interesting, do you want to eat dog food so much, woof woof!"

Meng Fusheng was amused by him, and his deep voice was scattered in the air with the fragrance of milk tea, which had a warm and seductive smell.

Jiang Xiaofeng's ears went numb, and he looked back at him, seeing that his smile had completely lost his usual restrained and gentle manner, his long and narrow eyes were bent into a beautiful arc, almost overflowing with joy and satisfaction, he was stunned.

The person who smiled like a peach blossom was still releasing his charm: "Xiaofeng, you are so cute."

Jiang Xiaofeng quickly looked away as if he had been burned, and protested: "I'm not a pet, so I'm not cute." But he felt a little numb in his heart, feeling very novel.

It turned out that Meng Fusheng's smile was so good-looking, and it gave people a completely different feeling from usual, as if the whole person suddenly became real and alive, and was a little childish.

Looks better than usual.

He suddenly wanted to reciprocate, and said, "Senior, you look so pretty when you smile."

Meng Fusheng stopped smiling, stared at him blankly for a few seconds, suddenly coughed and looked ahead, and led him to the milk tea shop in front: "Want to drink milk tea, I invite you."

What is this reaction?

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at him suspiciously, and found that his protruding ears and neck seemed to be stained with a thin layer of red, he was stunned, and then strode forward to look at his face.

Meng Fusheng was trying to cool himself down, when he saw him suddenly approaching, he hurriedly raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Jiang Xiaofeng had already seen it, he was a little silly, and was covered upright.

So... the senior was just being praised to the point of embarrassment?Just a simple compliment?Shouldn't the appearance of the senior be often praised?

He was a little dazed, but this was the first time that Meng Fusheng was shy and hot but was seen by someone he liked. He touched Jiang Xiaofeng's eyes in a concealed manner, then rubbed his hair, and changed the subject: "You can only buy small cups of milk tea." , it will be uncomfortable to sleep at night if you drink too much."

Jiang Xiaofeng was still dumbfounded: "Huh? Oh, good."

……

That night Jiang Xiaofeng suffered from insomnia, he lay flat on the bed and pretended to be asleep, his mind was full of everything that happened today, like a rabbit in his heart, unable to fall asleep for no reason.

"Can't sleep?" Meng Fusheng, who thought he was already asleep, suddenly called out.

Jiang Xiaofeng froze with fright, instinctively breathed lightly, and pretended to be asleep.

The room fell silent, and Meng Fusheng didn't speak any more.

However, Jiang Xiaofeng's attention was uncontrollably shifted to him. Even though his body was separated by a little distance from the other party, he suddenly felt surrounded by the other party's breath and body temperature.

...It must be that the breath belonging to Meng Fusheng on the bed is too strong.

As he was thinking wildly, the scent of fruit trees in his nose became clearer.

After living with Meng Fusheng for a few days, he already knew where the smell came from.Meng Fusheng didn't have the habit of using perfume, but he liked to use a kind of fruity wood-scented fabric softener, which smelled very good, and recently his clothes also had this smell.

The smell is really good, and when I move back to the dormitory, maybe I can buy the same model and use it... Consciousness gradually sinks into darkness, and my breath becomes long.

He turned over, embraced the warm pillow that was leaning against him, and had a dream about games and revenge.