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Jiang Xing was still under the supervision of Teacher Bai Yu, and began to restrain himself. The process was extremely painful. He reached out to the phone countless times, and then Bai Yu knocked it off instantly. When Fu Chengfeng returned triumphantly, the swelling on his arm had subsided. But the back of his hand was marked red by Bai Yu's self-made "ruler".

He stretched out his hands meanly to ask for comfort and kisses, but Fu Chengfeng noticed something strange, he pushed his sleeves away and saw the strangle marks on his arms, "What's going on?"

Jiang Xing already knew that this matter could not be concealed, so he simply exaggerated his tall image, and then exchanged it for a kiss that Fu Chengfeng left on his forehead.

Before going to bed, Fu Chengfeng sat by the bed and applied ointment to him. Jiang Xing said, "Actually, I had a fever and passed out that day."

Fu Chengfeng's hands trembled, and he frowned and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you why, tell you to give up the race and run back, then I will be burned out when you come back."

"..."

"Hey, why are you frowning so tightly? I'm fine. I'm not a three-year-old kid. Don't worry. I want to tell you that your dad found out that I passed out that day, and gave Xiao Ying called."

Fu Chengfeng was startled, obviously not expecting it.

"I was very touched. His leg didn't belong to him at all. It was not easy for him to find my mobile phone alone. In fact, there was something wrong with me. I may have misunderstood my uncle before... Actually, my uncle is also very good. ,Is it right?"

"Although many people don't understand why you still take care of him so hard, in fact, you still love him in your heart, he also misses you, and knows that you are his son and he is your father, so you never Give him up."

Jiang Xing whispered in Fu Chengfeng's ear, whispering like a gentle breeze, wrapping his heart, he couldn't help but hug the person in front of him, in front of this young man who gave him the most warmth and hope in his life, He will be able to let go of all heaviness and defense——

"When I was four years old, my feet were scalded by boiling water. There was no car at home. He carried me to the hospital on his back. I was hit by a motorcycle on the road. He hugged me when he was young, and called me 'Cheng Cheng' over and over again, telling me not to be afraid. The day I went to kindergarten for the first time, it was a rainstorm and the whole city was flooded. I still remember that he was wearing plastic shoes, Stepping in the deep water, I lay on the ground and saw the splashed water wet his trousers."

"I can still clearly recall those two images. In fact, I hate him very much. I hate why he was not my father before I was six years old. I hate why he wants to gamble. I hate him for clearly watching my mother work more than ten hours a day for me. He paid off the debt but he was still indifferent, and hated that he never sent me to school again."

"It's just that every time I gritted my teeth with hatred, I always recalled those two images, and even his bad things became blurred. At that time, I felt that he actually loved me, and he had actually been with other people. Just like my father, I just accidentally went astray."

Jiang Xing patted him on the back and kissed his temples, "He must love you now. He knows that same-sex love is not easy, so he will object, and he will help me when he knows you care about me. If he doesn't love you You, he must not do this."

He gently held Fu Chengfeng's face, looked at him, then leaned over slightly, and kissed his lips, "Look, how about we install the wheelchair again, he is alone in that small house It's actually not good."

Noticing the sudden stiffness of Fu Chengfeng's body, Jiang Xing said: "I believe it's okay, I think you and uncle need to have a good communication, I've been here for so long, I feel like I talk to him more than you. It's nothing Uncle, he certainly doesn’t want to be like this. Gambling is an addictive thing. If he quits this addiction with our help, he will be fine. And last time he was injured by that side. Seriously, he must have suffered a lot. If it doesn't work, let's install a surveillance camera on the wheelchair!"

Jiang Xing saw Fu Chengfeng pursed his lips and said nothing, and leaned forward to kiss him again, "You think it's for me? He asked me many times to persuade you to pack the wheelchair. This time my uncle saved me, and I didn't I'm ashamed not to promise him again. Okay?"

Fu Chengfeng lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to embrace Jiang Xing, and his lips ran over his bright red lips heavily. After a deep kiss, Fu Chengfeng pressed his head on his shoulder and said softly: "Okay, Listen to you."

Jiang Xing licked his lips, blushing, and after a while, he asked again: "I wanted to ask you before you went to the competition, what do you think about writing songs, I, I think you are working hard, I have to work, I have to study, and I have to write songs when I have some spare time."

"I don't want you to work so hard for me. For me, writing songs is not that important. If you don't like it so much, you can really let it go and let yourself relax." He He said with some embarrassment, "Of course, maybe I'm narcissistic."

"It's not narcissism." Fu Chengfeng tightened his arms and pressed him closer to himself, "It's for you."

Jiang Xing immediately pushed him away hastily, "You..."

Fu Chengfeng reached out and pinched his face, "Listen to me. At first it was for you, but now it's also for myself."

"I remember the first time you listened to Yu in the mirror's concert in our school's gymnasium. Later, you told me that he seemed to light up a light in your life, making you suddenly realize that you have been in a daze for more than ten years, yes That light gives you something you like and want to do.”

"And for me, you are that light. Not everyone is so lucky to discover what they love and what they are good at from the beginning, and I am the same, but when I really wrote the first song for you, I know, I found that I still like these beating notes as I was when I was young. I found that this is different from task-based learning and mechanical work. For the first time, I will toss and turn for something. Such anguish and joy at something."

"I first picked up the pen for you, but in the end I didn't want to put it down because of myself. So, thank you."

Fu Chengfeng seldom spoke long and long words, Jiang Xing only felt his eyes warm at the moment, and he murmured: "Me too, yes, thank you."

Fu Chengfeng smiled slightly, opened his schoolbag, took out a few A4 papers and handed them to him, "I wanted to wait until the finished manuscript came out before giving it to you, but now I think you can see it right away."

For this new piece made during the competition, Jiang Xing's heart was even more confused, and when he played the melody, he felt that his little heart was not confused, but confused.

So far, all doubts and anxieties have faded away. If this is not considered love, then Fu Chengfeng may never be passionate about something in his life.

The second semester of the second year of senior high school is the last period of high school with a little leisure. After these few months, it will be the graduating class, the new class has ended, art and music will be cancelled, and after that, there will be overwhelming exams.

Compared with those students who worked harder, Jiang Xing was simply the source of heresy and temptation of cholera.His carefree happiness is envied by those who don't like to study but have to learn, and is hindered by those who love to learn.But on the surface, the scenery is comfortable, in fact, Jiang Xing is also struggling for the music career with all his strength.

Fu Chengfeng, a talent against the sky who studies music well, even writes a piece of music every month under the condition of ensuring that he will be the first in the next monthly exam.But Fu Chengfeng is always tolerant and pampering to him, and only let him write slowly, when he wants to write - these songs will always be reserved for you, even if you don't want them anymore.

For a taciturn person like Fu Chengfeng, this was already the most touching love story. Jiang Xing hugged him with tears streaming down his face, and he sighed that he wanted to agree with him with his body.

With the release of one song a month, the number of fans of "Riding the Wind" has continued to increase, and the growth rate has also continued to increase. By the end of the semester, the number of listeners has exceeded [-]. The song, like a mushroom cloud, exploded in the sky of the original music station and squeezed into the new song list.

At this moment, the words "ride the wind" finally came to most people's eyes.

During the summer vacation, Jiang Xing was all over the place, his tail was up to the sky, and he would chatter when he met everyone—"Hey, have you heard of "Old Photos"? I sang it!" Until a scene in the mirror during the summer vacation It was the concert that calmed him down.

This time, the "family of four" went to the concert together. Jiang Xing offered to ask Fu Xiaoying to bring Zhao Qiancheng along, also to ease the relationship with Fu Xiaoying.The two of them never broke the ice and returned to their previous state, but Fu Xiaoying no longer sneered at Jiang Xing from time to time like a thorn, he knew that the little girl was actually melting the ice and snow slowly, and felt happy.

The scene in the mirror will always make people's eyes full of tears, but Jiang Xing's full of feelings, in the middle of the concert, was destroyed by the uncontrollable desire to urinate.He jumped out of the crowd quickly with a cat body, and ran to the bathroom.There were not many people coming and going at this time, Jiang Xing opened the zipper before he got there, and when he peed, he felt as happy as a fairy, a beautiful thing in the world.

While washing his hands, he couldn't help humming a song, and straightened his hair in front of the mirror.At this time, there was a sound of chaos outside, and a young man screamed and cursed: "MLGB, Li Xiaoyang, let the fuck go—"

Jiang Xing fell silent for a moment, and just as he was about to go out, two intertwined figures rushed in from the door, bumping into the door, making a loud noise.

I saw a tall, gloomy-faced young man pulling another young man's arm, dragged him from the door to the bathroom, threw him against the wall, and then raised his palm to slap him.The young man leaning against the wall described himself as embarrassed, but he did not hide his bright appearance at all. After he was thrown against the wall, he sneered twice with his mouth twisted.

Just when Jiang Xing thought he was going to dodge or fight back, he suddenly squatted down and pulled the gloomy young man's pants with his hands.

The young man's face froze, he cursed something in a low voice, pressed the other person's forehead, then glanced at Jiang Xing coldly, and shouted, "Don't get out!"

Jiang Xing shrank his head, not going to gossip, and raised his legs to leave.At this time, a haggard middle-aged man pushed open the door of the compartment and came out. After he glanced at the two young men who were standing and squatting, his eyes showed disgust, as if he saw something unclean After that, he left in a hurry.

Jiang Xing walked out with him, glanced inadvertently, and saw many blue needles on the other's arm, he was startled, couldn't help but look at the other one more time, and finally met the other's unkind eyes, Jiang Xing nodded embarrassingly , Hastily detoured another way and left.