Scumbag, wait for me!

After the two separated, Wang Xiang pulled Chen Fan to leave.

Chen Fan stood still, Wang Xiang turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

He smiled at Wang Xiang and said, "I won't go outside today, I'll take you home."

Wang Xiang was stunned for a moment, and said, "Didn't you say you have a roommate?"

Chen Fan avoided Wang Xiang's eyes and said, "I'm lying to you, we didn't know each other well at that time, and I just moved there, and I haven't settled down yet." While talking, he pulled Wang Xiang forward.

Wang Xiang lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

After walking for a long time, Chen Fan saw that the man didn't speak, so he leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong, why didn't I tell you?"

Wang Xiang raised his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said: "Sometimes I think you are docile like a kitten, cute and cute, and sometimes you feel...you are like...you are like a kitten. A little wolf cub, guarding his own place, no one can easily approach."

Chen Fan smiled and said: "Is it accurate to say that dogs, animals protect their food."

Wang Xiang glared at him, looked at him as if looking at an alien and said, "How can anyone say that about himself?"

Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly stopped at the intersection.

The gate of memory was opened, and the smell of alcohol reappeared. In a daze, he seemed to be on a drunken night again, dragging Meng Xin along the dark and lonely road for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xiang asked.

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment before recovering, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing." He took Wang Xiang's hand and said, "I don't want to take the car, I want to walk with you for a while."

"Walk?" Wang Xiang looked at him suspiciously.

Chen Fan nodded, and the expression on his face fell again, looking calm and gentle.

Wang Xiang raised the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said, "I really can't do anything about you."

Dim yellow lights slanted on the ground, it was still the same night, the same road, only the people around had changed.

Wang Xiang's hands are slender and thin. Compared with that man, they are less thick, and they don't have the thin calluses after lifting iron all the year round.

"Chen Fan..."

Hearing Wang Xiang calling him, Chen Fan came back to his senses and said, "Huh?"

"I called you several times, why have you been distracted?"

"Oh..." Chen Fan felt a little sorry and lowered his head slightly.

Wang Xiang said: "I just said I'm tired, let's take the car."

Chen Fan hesitated, and finally said: "Okay."

He stopped, stood where he was, and watched from a distance. The end of the road was mixed with lights, and the lights were on and off. When they fell into his eyes, he always felt that there was some kind of inexplicable bitterness.

Chen Fan turned his head and glanced at the people around him.

Wang Xiang pursed his lips at him and said, "It's very late."

"Ah."

Chen Fan responded calmly, pulled him up, and the two walked towards the side of the road together.

When I got home, it was nearly midnight.

As soon as the door was knocked shut, Chen Fan turned his head and was knocked down by the person who bumped into him head-on.

Wang Xiang was not polite at all, he attacked the city and plundered the land, it seemed that this battle had been brewing for a long time.

Chen Fan was indeed very tired, but he still tried to respond patiently.

Between breaths, Wang Xiang asked intermittently: "Chen...Chen Fan...do you love me?"

It's this sentence again, every time the interest comes up, Wang Xiang likes to ask, I don't know why, but I can't get tired of hearing it?

"Love...I love." Different from the warmth in the past, Chen Fan answered very neatly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he sealed the man's mouth.

After Wang Xiang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, before he had time to think, he was taken to the bedroom by Chen Fan who took the initiative.

Chen Fan walked with him, and whispered in his ear slowly: "How can I not love? I only love you..."

Wang Xiang frowned, and stopped suddenly. An ominous premonition swallowed him instantly. He stood at the door and said, "Here... has anyone else been here?"

Chen Fan turned his back to Wang Xiang and did not answer.

Wang Xiang stared at his back without moving, and the hand holding his wrist tightened suddenly.

Chen Fan turned his head, rubbed against Wang Xiang, and said, "From today onwards, I only love you..." He took Wang Xiang's hand and continued walking towards the bedroom.

All the expressions on Wang Xiang's face fell instantly, but within a moment, he raised his eyes and followed Chen Fan into the room. The two of them fell on the bed, and while they were tearing apart, Wang Xiang said intermittently: "Chen Fan...you... ...you are a complete criminal...I...me too..."

Chen Fan gritted his teeth, and for the first time did not give Wang Xiang any chance to retaliate. At this moment, he just wanted to vent, to vent all the anger in his chest that had nowhere to speak.

destiny?Ah!to hell...

His hands gripped the quilt tightly, even though his whole arm started to feel stiff and numb, he didn't stop.

After letting out a sigh of relief, he finally fell down on the side of the bed, and suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his stomach, which became more and more painful as it stirred up his internal organs.

He curled up his body, panted heavily, and asked himself: Is this what it feels like not to love?Fuck...it's really fucking enjoyable!

When I woke up the next day, it was already mid-morning.

Chen Fan opened his eyes slightly, Wang Xiang was propping his chin, looking at him motionless, his two big eyes blinked, looking lively and pleasant.

"Are you awake?" Chen Fan yawned loudly and said, "Go back to sleep, I'm tired all over."

Wang Xiang squeezed Chen Fan's face and said, "Last night, it was extremely ferocious. I should be the one who has the right to call out now, right?"

Chen Fan was immediately amused by the man's provocative and resentful tone, and said, "Pull it down." He slid his hand up Wang Xiang's arm and said, "You are a little fairy who has cultivated for thousands of years. , there will be no problem fighting for another [-] rounds."

"Hmph..." Wang Xiang smiled helplessly and said, "Do you still remember the first time we met?"

When Chen Fan was mentioned in this way, he became curious, and sat up halfway on the cushion and asked, "What impression did you have of me at that time? How did you become fascinated by me?"

Wang Xiang rolled his eyes, recalled for a while, and then said: "Temperament..."

"Temperament?" Chen Fan complained silently in his heart: Do I have this thing?

Wang Xiang paused, and continued: "To be precise, it's a sense of loneliness..."

"Understood, you are fascinated by yourself, and your answer really did not disappoint me."

Wang Xiang didn't seem to hear Chen Fan's words, and said to himself: "But later, I found out that we are actually different."

"What's different?" Chen Fan asked.

Wang Xiang caressed Chen Fan's face, the light in his eyes seemed to be bright and dark, and he said softly, "I am a hard-mouthed little bastard, you are a soft-mouthed white-eyed wolf..."

Chen Fan immediately lowered his face, and said in a deep voice, "Little brat, didn't the teacher teach you? Be kind."

Wang Xiang smiled and said: "My 'soft heart' is towards others, your 'hard heart' will only torture yourself, why do you live so hard? It's too tiring."

After hearing this, Chen Fan was stunned for a moment and did not move.

Wang Xiang got up with a grunt, put on the T-shirt and jeans twice, and said, "It's getting late, I should go back."

"Wang Xiang." Chen Fan suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, hesitated, and asked, "Are you still angry?"

Wang Xiang was stunned for a moment, stroked the back of Chen Fan's hand, and said, "It's nothing, you can sleep again."

"I..." Chen Fan thought he should say something else?But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything, what should be said had been made clear last night.

Chen Fan chose to bring Wang Xiang to his house, in the final analysis, he was "declaring his position" and decided to go on with him...

But it seems... this person...

Wang Xiang let go of Chen Fan's hand, picked up the jacket on the chair and said, "The school team competition is about to start, and I may have less time in the next month."

Chen Fan sat up and said, "It's okay, I will go to school to find you when I have time."

"Hmm..." Wang Xiang responded, turned around suddenly, leaned over and lowered his head to kiss Chen Fan, and said, "Take good care of yourself."

"You too."

"Let's go." Wang Xiang got up, put on his coat, and walked towards the door.

"Wang Xiang..." Inexplicably, a strong reluctance rose in Chen Fan's heart, and he opened his mouth to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xiang turned around, still with a gentle smile on his face.

Chen Fan stood up, quickly put on his pajamas and shorts, and said, "I'll see you off."

Wang Xiang stood at the door without speaking, pursed his lips, and looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan put on his slippers, went to the door, unlocked it, and said, "Remember to have breakfast when you go back."

Wang Xiang took two steps forward, stopped suddenly, leaned against the door and said, "A person who looks like a wolf may have a cat living in his heart. Compared with me, you should take care of yourself and go."

He waved at Chen Fan, shrugged his shoulders, and went downstairs.

Chen Fan looked at his back, and it took him a long time to recover.

After closing the door, he sat on the chair by the door and sighed heavily.I sincerely sigh in my heart: Being a human... is really difficult...

People... from the first cry, life is doomed to face birth, old age, sickness, death, joys and sorrows.

When I was ignorant and ignorant when I was a teenager, I always said that I was worried. I felt that I had seen a little bit of life, I had seen the vicissitudes of life, and I had a glimpse of the true face of life.

In fact, as long as life continues, these hardships will accompany you step by step without stopping.

So, after going through countless crossroads, can you still say with courage as before: "I am not afraid."

After all these years, you who have seen life as it is, can you hold on to hope and continue to believe.

She was still physically and mentally exhausted, and she was only fit to hide in a corner and shiver.

In fact, after the first cry, you are doomed to be a warrior, for love, for justice, and for the self who has persisted for so many years without giving up.

Otherwise, what is the meaning of life?

Some things, once you give up, are really over.

like... love...

One month and fifteen days later, on Thursday night, it was nearly nine o'clock, and there were fewer and fewer people in the store.

A tall, broad-shouldered man entered the store, strode up to Chen Fan who was wiping the table, raised his hand under the chin without saying a word, and punched him.

Chen Fan was forced to take a few steps back, leaning against the table behind him, feeling dazed for a while.

The man pointed at Chen Fan and paused every word: "Bastard, stop pestering Wang Xiang..."

His voice was so loud that it shocked everyone in the store.

Everyone pointed and whispered with surprised and curious eyes.

Chen Fan only felt that, what a warrior, at this moment, he would rather be a shameless mouse...forever...