Fuchen watched the car speed by and waited with nothing to do.
"Ah! There's a snake!" A girl screamed and backed away.
There is a green belt under the overpass, and occasionally there are some grass snakes hidden there, but it is almost autumn, so there are relatively few.
Some boys stepped forward to show their masculinity and took the initiative to catch the snake and beat it to death.
"Wait a minute!" Fuchen rushed over.
The snake in the boy's hand had already been swung to the ground. Fuchen pounced on it and used it as a meat pad to catch the snake.
"What are you doing!" The boy was frightened and frightened, "This is a snake!"
Fuchen grabbed the snake and opened the boy's hand that grabbed the snake's tail, "I know. Snakes are my lucky animals. Snakes make me prosperous."
The boy squinted at Fuchen and said, "I'm sick."
Fuchen stroked the little snake and put it on his arm.
The little snake is very thin, black, and looks a little dangerous.
Snakes will not take the initiative to attack people. This is Fu Chen's understanding.
"Aren't you afraid?" The girl looked at Fu Chen, worried.
"Generally, snakes are afraid of people. If you don't move them, they will avoid them unless they sense danger," Fuchen explained.
The little snake crawled along Fuchen's arm. Fuchen was not embarrassed, squatted down and let it go.
The new boyfriend walked over and asked Fuchen, "Have you always been like this?"
Fuchen stood up, asked the people around him about the dried meat, broke it into pieces and threw it into the grass.
"What did you ask just now?" Fuchen asked.
The new boyfriend slowly shook his head.
After the round, "No. 2" happily hugged the floating rim and said, "I won."
Fuchen followed and smiled.
In the third round, "No. 2" will continue to compete.
Fuchen waved his hand, "I'm going home first. My dad is back."
"I send you."
"No need." Fuchen pointed to his new boyfriend, "He gave it to me."
"No. 2" nodded and turned back to the crowd.
The new boyfriend wanted to watch it longer, but Fuchen patted his arm and reminded him, "Don't watch it. It's not our world. Just watch the excitement. Don't get addicted."
The new boyfriend said "Ah". Although he was infatuated, he also knew that he followed Fuchen. Without Fuchen, he would not be able to integrate into this circle. Unless he also plays motorcycles.
Driving at high speed on the highway, the wind was blowing, and the blood that had been overheated just now finally turned cold. The new boyfriend seemed to understand why some of Fuchen's boyfriends still couldn't fight.
Fuchen returned to the community and unlocked the door. There was a strong smell of cigarette smoke when he entered the house. Looking over, Yang Yong was sitting on the sofa smoking, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.
Half a minute after Fuchen entered the room, Yang Yong reacted as if he was still alive, "You're back?" He quickly put out his cigarette and took a look at the time. It was 9:30, which is not too late.
Yang Yong approached Fuchen and saw that she was fully clothed and there was nothing wrong with her, "Well..."
Fuchen leaned against the shoe rack and looked at him with a smile, waiting for what he would say.
"You are still too young, don't mess around with men and women." Yang Yong spat out.
"Can you mess around when you're older?" Fuchen Youyou said.
"No, no, no." Yang Yong hurriedly denied, "You can't do it at any time." He seemed to have found the starting point, "You are a student or a girl, don't..." He held back the next words.
Fuchen kicked off his outer shoes and changed into slippers, "What don't you want?"
"Don't mess around."
"Why did I mess up?" Fuchen asked.
Yang Yong hesitated, "I have a boyfriend."
"You just mess around when you have a boyfriend?" Fuchen continued to ask and went to get beer from the refrigerator.
"I have...several boyfriends." Yang Yong followed behind and said.
Fuchen walked to the sofa, put his feet on the coffee table, and then asked, "What happened to your boyfriends? What did I do?"
"..." Yang Yong hesitated, thinking for a long time, "Good girls are not like this."
"Are you a good man?" Fuchen asked.
What is the problem?
Yang Yong thought for a long time, unsure, "Yes..."
"How did my mother die?" Fuchen pressed the remote control to find a station to watch TV.
"..."
"I heard that I almost died. I heard from your sister that the old woman thought I was a boy at first and tried her best to feed my mother delicious food. Her belly became very big when she was less than a month old." Fuchen talked about the bloody things in an understatement.
Yang Yong lowered his head and said nothing.
"The old woman was so disappointed when she saw that I was born as a girl. She gave me away several times." Fuchen raised his head, "Isn't that right?"
Yang Yong felt cold sweat running down his back.
"The old woman has always hoped that you would quickly find another woman to marry and give birth to a boy. I just pretend that I don't exist. Have you found her?" Fuchen's voice was calm.
But when Yang Yong heard it, he was so stunned that he couldn't raise his head and didn't dare to say, "No."
"Your sister came to school several times to ask me to advise you to find a woman." Fuchen said about elementary school, "They often whispered to you about me being a girl, right? They also said that I was a bad girl.
Bar?"
Yang Yong just wants to disappear as soon as possible.
"Let's find one." Fuchen found a horror movie and started watching it, "We went on a blind date anyway."
Yang Yong knelt down with a plop, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He secretly hid the blind date from Fu Chen, how did Fu Chen know about it?
Fuchen glanced at it, and then continued, "Having another boy, wouldn't it just put your mind at ease? You'll have money anyway, right?"
Yang Yong did not dare to say another word.
How did things develop like this?
Fuchen drank and stared at the bloody scene. Yang Yongren was honest, but he came from a rural area with strong clan values, and the idea that not having a boy was unfilial was deeply rooted in his heart.
If he were not afraid of Fuchen and felt guilty about Fuchen, the day he would get rich would be the day he would get married and have a baby.
Fuchen slowly continued the interrogation, "Did you hide your illegitimate child?"
"Absolutely not." Yang Yong didn't dare, "I won't do such a thing."
"Ding bell." The doorbell rang.
At this point in time, it was probably the time when the clever guy next door came to save Yang Yong.
"I won't stop you from looking for it, but I can't adapt to it. You are going to get married. I will live in this house alone until I am 18 years old. After that, I will leave." Fuchen told him.
"No, no, I won't get married." Yang Yong didn't dare. He didn't dare to make Fu Chen angry.
Fuchen tilted his head, "I'm hungry."
Yang Yong immediately got up to make supper.
Fuchen opened the door, and it turned out to be Zhen Shen. Zhen Shen pretended not to have brought any textbooks, so there was a problem. What kind of homework did these two bad students write?
Fuchen smiled and took Zhen Shen to watch a movie. Zhen Shen sat down and waited until the scary scene appeared on the screen, then left immediately.
"Come here!" Fuchen clamped down on the person and forced him to look.
Zhen closed her eyes deeply.
The floating dust amplifies the volume. It’s even more terrifying with your eyes closed.
Zhen Shen desperately wanted to leave, but Fuchen pinned her down on the sofa and refused to let him go.
Get out of the siege? Get to the end!
Halfway through a movie, I was interrupted by Yang Yong for a midnight snack.
Fuchen let go and Zhen Shen ran away immediately.
"Coward." Fuchen scolded with a smile.
After a while, Zhen Shen hugged his quilt and begged to be taken in. Zhen's father hadn't come back yet, so he didn't dare to stay alone.
Fuchen smiled and pointed at Yang Yong, "I want to sleep with Yang Yong."
Yang Yong didn't sleep.
He was still thinking about how to talk to Fuchen about the issue of male and female education.
He has never dealt with this kind of thing. He is already on a blind date and gets married, and he never knows how to deal with the relationship between men and women. He knows how to do his duty, but he doesn't quite know how to...be more advanced? (Yang Yong doesn't know how to describe it)
Yang Yong remembered what his sister had said that if there was a woman in charge of the house, there would be no need to be distracted by big or small things. Fuchen's education problem would also be easier to solve.
He has also thought about this plan. But now, if he dares to bring another woman back, Fuchen can beat him to death or break up with him directly.
Yang Yong does not want to trade his daughter for a strange woman.
Unable to sleep, Yang Yong simply sat up.
Zhen Shen, who was next to her, was frightened to death. She hugged her own quilt and followed suit.
Yang Yong was stunned, "Go to sleep. I won't sleep."
It was scary to have someone sitting next to her. Zhen Shen didn't dare to sleep.
Fortunately, there was a sound of the door opening next door. Zhen Yan was back. Yang Yong and Zhen Shen were both overjoyed.
Zhen Shen hugged the quilt and followed her to sleep with her father.
Yang Yong walked over and looked at Zhen Yan, "Are you sleepy? Have a drink?"
Zhen Yan was stunned for a moment, "Have a drink." He put down his bag and looked for wine.
Zhen Shen: "..."
Zhen Yan was confused, "Why are you holding the quilt?"
Yang Yong reacted, "You go to Fuchen's room to lay the floor." He explained to Zhen Yan, "I was forced by Fuchen to watch ghost movies, so I didn't dare to sleep by myself."
"Tsk." Zhen Yanxin said: There are three men from the two families, and two of them are pressed down by the dust.
While drinking some wine, Zhen Yan complained to Yang Yong about Party A's terrible request, and Yang Yong asked how to solve Fuchen's matter.
Zhen Yan smiled, "It's easy to handle, but it's difficult for you to deal with. Just ask the teacher! As long as you kill your relatives for justice."
This is difficult for Yang Yong.
Fuchen happened to be awake and still playing games. When he saw Zhen Shen coming in, he thought it was troublesome, so he wrapped himself in his quilt and made half of the room, "Sleep over there."
Zhen Shen rolled up the quilt next to someone and fell asleep when she heard Fu Chen's curses from time to time.
In the morning, Fuchen yawned and went to sleep, kicking Zhen Shen next to him to wake him up. He brushed his teeth and washed his face without looking at anyone. He ran to Zhen's house, which smelled of alcohol. The two slept on the sofa.
Zhen Shen brought a quilt to cover the two of them, yawned and went to school with Fuchen. He woke up from a dream in the middle of the night. He had been suffering from insomnia for a long time before falling asleep, and was kicked awake by Fuchen to go to school.
On the way, Zhen Shen was distracted and could fall down the stairs.
Fuchen was disgusted and knew he must be having a nightmare, so he took his hand and led him away. Zhen Shen closed her eyes and felt dazed.
On the way to school, Wu Zhanfei saw the two of them, stopped and took a closer look.
Back in class, Wu Zhanfei took Fuchen to the corner and asked in a low voice, "Honestly, is your mute bamboo horse your real harem?"
Fuchen: "No."
"Really? I think you treat him much better than you treat your boyfriends."
Fuchen smiled, "He is half a family member and cannot be compared." The boyfriend is just a passerby.
After school, Lanlan asked while walking, "Fuchen, if you have a boyfriend, do you really like him?"
Fuchen's face was expressionless.
"Why do I feel like I have a little brother?"
Fuchen looked at her, "I don't know."
"I don't know?!" Lanlan asked, "What about the feeling of heartbeat? Your mouth is dry and you can't wait? Not even once?"
Zhen Shen followed behind.
Lanlan glanced at the person behind her and pulled Fuchen over, "Look at Zhen Shen, he's pretty good-looking too. How about you give him a try?"
Fuchen raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, and then turned his eyes.
She has never considered Zhen Shen.
"Fuchen, you have had so many boyfriends." Kiss didn't know how many times you had played with her, your tongue... was so intense that you didn't even blush, and everyone was watching and didn't notice anything. Lanlan thought about it for a long time, "You...
Is this following the herd? Or is it comparison?”
Fuchen followed the topic and thought about it, and indeed felt that she didn't feel anything. Her boyfriend was worse than martial arts. During normal holidays, she directly declined many invitations from her boyfriend, preferring to play games at home.
Unless you are bored, you will find someone to play with.
Lanlan continued to analyze, "Your boyfriend didn't start a fight, so he probably knew that you were just having fun and didn't care about anyone. It's like the emperor's harem, where rain and dew are all wet."
"It's probably the same if you have so many boyfriends."
Fuchen is not interested in such topics. Whatever the reason or the result, it will not hinder his current life.
Lanlan's nagging just passed by.
At the end of October, Fuchen was called to participate in the school's Olympiad training class to prepare for the competition in mid-December. Every afternoon, during the third self-study class plus an hour after school, the teacher gave a lecture and had homework.
Fuchen’s after-school time is gone, and he spends time in the classroom on the top floor from Monday to Friday. Only one class on the top floor is in use, so it is very quiet and undisturbed.
At the same time, Wu Zhanfei, the god of study in the second grade of junior high school, and Fuchen got closer and closer.
Lan Lan and Zhen Shen also went to that classroom.
Zhen Shen has been following Fuchen. He was absent from school for two out of five days, he was mute, and had poor interpersonal relationships. It was understandable that he followed Fuchen.
The teacher and others knew that Zhen Shen was special, knew that Lan Lan was in Class 1, and even knew that her mother was from the Education Bureau, so they didn't say anything.
In class, Zhang Xingjian discussed issues with Fuchen from time to time. He also competed with Fuchen for money.
Lanlan stared at it from time to time.
Zhen Shen usually does his own work and paints when he should; he will also read books such as "Chinese and Foreign Art History" and "Renaissance Art Appreciation".
After class, Lanlan held Fuchen's arm and walked away, standing between the two of them, blatantly acting as a light bulb.
Zhang Xingjian could not get rid of this little tail either openly or covertly. Everyone knew that the two of them were somewhat ambiguous, but with the slogan of "learning", no one knew whether it was true or false.
Lan Lan acted as if she were trying to prevent her best friend from cheating on her.
Zhang Xingjian couldn't laugh or cry.
In December, the two of them met frequently. Even if they didn't have paper or pen in their hands, they would immediately compete on real questions when they accidentally met. Even if Lan Lan had the intention, there was nothing she could do about this situation.
On the day of the Fuchen competition, no one was with me. Everyone felt that they were a sure winner. The results soon came out and they entered the provincial competition in June.
During the winter vacation, the school will continue to provide make-up classes for those who have entered the provincial competition.
The cram school that originally had 30 people suddenly only had 10 people. Zhang Xingjian even sat down next to Fuchen blatantly.
Lanlan was so angry that she crammed in Olympiad knowledge and prepared to participate in next year's Mathematical Olympiad. Her boyfriends were all temporarily gone because they were on vacation.
Zhen Shen even flew directly to learn painting from her teacher. She had only three days before and three days after the new year to spare.
During that time, the two formally established their relationship.
Lanlan stared at the ambiguous relationship between the two people, feeling that she was too frustrated by being a light bulb, and even felt uncomfortable with it.
Especially when Zhang Xingjian cast a teasing look, Lanlan felt like she was holding her breath. She couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow, and felt uncomfortable, all of which turned into anger. She sent a message to Zhen Shen with a thunderbolt.
The other person only replied lightly, "I know." No matter how many exclamation points and ellipses she used, the other person would always say "Yeah" or "I know."
