[BL] After chasing his wife in the crematorium [REBIRTH]

Chapter 2

With a hump nose and a small mole between his eyebrows, this boy with a crew cut is a young version of Tan Feizhou.

Fang Ling stared blankly at the person.

Could it be that you see something in the day and dream in the night?

Otherwise, why would he dream of him at night just after drinking tea with Lao Tan during the day, and he is still a younger version of Lao Tan.

"Fang Xiaoling~Brother!! Get up quickly when you wake up, or the glutinous rice chicken will be gone. You don't know how popular the glutinous rice chicken is in the canteen. We were three minutes late last time, and we didn't even see the lotus leaf. Let's go." Seeing Fang Ling open his eyes, Tan Feizhou dragged him up from the bed.

The opponent's hand was warm, and the body temperature was normal, but Fang Ling's eyes widened slightly.

It's not that he hasn't dreamed before, but it's the first time that he feels such a clear dream that seems to be very real even to the last detail...

Tan Feizhou slapped Fang Ling on the back, "Stop dawdling, get up quickly! Reading Chinese early today, the bald chapter will definitely come to the classroom early to supervise, let alone being late, even if you step in, you will be yelled at by him."

Fang Ling froze.

The pain on his back was real, and the other party's rambling words entered his ears.

Every sentence is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it came to him after crossing a long river of time.

Fang Ling turned his head stiffly, "Old Tan, what grade are we in this year?"

Tan Feizhou's face collapsed, "Oh my god, you haven't woken up yet? Senior year! We are senior year! Let's talk about what's going on with you today, what's the matter? Are you so dull?"

Then, Tan Feizhou dragged Fang Ling out of the bed, and then pushed him to the balcony, "Wash your face quickly, sober up." Cool

water brushed his cheeks, and Fang Ling stood washing In front of the stage, looking at the distant sky that has not yet fully dawned, I couldn't help feeling in a trance.

Senior year?

Tan Feizhou said that this year's senior year?

Pinching himself hard, the pain was clear, Fang Ling took a breath.

If all this too real is not a dream, then he really returned to the third year of high school.

What was he like in the third year of high school?

There was a mirror hanging on the wall next to the sink. Fang Ling looked over and saw a slightly unfamiliar face.

The young man in the mirror still had a few chickenpox that hadn't completely disappeared. His skin was fair, his face was fleshy, chubby, and his jaw was very round.

That's right, more people think he is cute than the handsome boys yearn for at this stage, because this year he is a little fat, as fat as a panda.

And he remembered that he had chickenpox in November, so it should be the last semester of senior year.

November in senior year? ! !

It's still too late, my mother hasn't passed away yet!

"Fang Xiaoling! Hurry up~"

Fang Ling was stunned, and quickly picked up the mouthwash cup to brush his teeth.

Thanks to his previous love for Pikachu, he found his mouthwash cup exactly.

After washing up, Fang Ling, who was wearing a blue and white school uniform, was ready to go out.

Seeing Fang Ling going out the door empty-handed, Tan Feizhou hurriedly called out, "Fang Xiaoling, you forgot something." Fang

Ling touched his pocket, "The meal card is in my pocket."

"It's not the meal card, it's this one." ~" Tan Feizhou picked up a gift box on the table, "You read the gift of love eight hundred times before going to bed last night!"

The gift box was about the size of a palm, and it looked small and exquisite. The wrapping paper on the surface was gaudy, and every direction Each has a big red heart.

Fang Ling: "..."

Tan Feizhou raised his eyebrows, "What's your expression? You were very fond of it last night, and you said that you would give it to Zhao Shun today, so you can get a good impression first."

Curling his lips, Tan Feizhou continued: "Although I don't think you need to prepare a gift for him, but seeing how nervous you were last night, I still have to remind you, lest you come back later." Fang Ling

: "..."

Tan Feizhou stuffed the small gift box in Fang Ling's arms into Fang Ling's arms, then pushed him out of the dormitory, followed by himself.

The dormitory door slammed shut.

Tan Feizhou: "Let's go, let's go to the dining hall~"

The scene of the morning of the third year of high school is often recalled after Fang Ling went to university or entered work.

When the sky was not completely bright, the dormitory building that had been hidden overnight in the dark was lit with lights. The cafeteria crawling on the edge of the dormitory like a giant beast should also respond to the noise of the nearby buildings. Rows of incandescent tubes illuminate the first and second floors of the cafeteria.

The students in blue and white school uniforms had just woken up from a dream, but they looked like they had just been released from prison.

The campus is full of vigor and vitality, filled with the unyielding energy of young people.

"Auntie, I want rice noodles with meatballs, egg dumplings, and tea eggs!"

"Auntie, I want fried rice, glutinous rice chicken, rice noodles with meatballs, and wontons with tea eggs , all by swiping the card separately."

"Auntie..."

When Tan Feizhou and Fang Ling arrived at the canteen, there were already many people queuing up.

There are many windows in the cafeteria, but each line is 8'9 meters long.

Tan Feizhou hurriedly pulled Fang Ling to join the team first, and then poked his head out to look, "Hey~ there are a lot of people ahead, we are a little late, Fang Xiaoling blames you for dawdling!" There was no answer to what Tan Feizhou said, and Tan Feizhou turned to

look , I saw Fang Ling's eyes were a little dazed, and his eyes were out of focus.

He was in a daze!

Tan Feizhou touched Fang Ling's abdomen with his elbow, "Fang Xiaoling, something is wrong with you today, what's wrong? Do you have something on your mind?"

He and Fang Ling have been roommates for more than two years, and this is the first time he has seen each other This look.

Fang Ling sighed melancholy, "It's a little bit."

Anyone who wakes up and finds that he is back in the third year of high school cannot be calm.

Now I feel complicated, excited, and excited, but there seems to be a little unspeakable... regret.

Tan Feizhou laughed, "I see, you must be thinking how to give Zhao Shun a gift in a polite and humorous way later." Fang Ling was short on time, and

Fang Ling couldn't put the gift back in the dormitory.

He took it all the way and still holds it now.

In the dining hall, where people come and go, the bright red gift box in Fang Ling's hand is very conspicuous, and many people looked here curiously.

If it was someone else, maybe he would be embarrassed to hide the gift box, but Fang Ling's mental age is already a fifty-five-year-old man.

Expect an older man to shy away from a tiny gift box?

forget it.

Auntie's hand speed is worthy of recognition, the team quickly pushed forward, and soon it was Tan Feizhou's turn.

Tan Feizhou hurriedly said: "Auntie, I want a glutinous rice chicken, and two more tea eggs!"

The aunt stretched out her hand, took the last glutinous rice chicken on the big iron plate, and took two tea eggs from the side, Finally use a small plastic bag to pack the two together.

After installation, put it on the window and press the machine neatly.

Tan Feizhou was stunned, "Fang Xiaoling, you seem to have no glutinous rice chicken."

The aunt urged, "Swipe the card, the next one!"

Tan Feizhou quickly swiped the meal card and stood aside to make room for Fang Ling.

Fang Ling glanced at the pasta in the window that was placed on iron plates or in iron buckets.

The food in Jinghai No. 1 Middle School is very good. There are almost twenty items for breakfast alone, which greatly satisfies the appetite of a group of young people who are growing up in the school.

Fang Ling: "A bowl of lean meat porridge, two meat buns, and a tea egg."

Tan Feizhou clicked his tongue twice, "You really have something wrong today, and you actually ordered lean meat porridge? It's too vegetarian, it's so healthy. Those who don't know think you're in your fifties or sixties this year."

Fang Ling paused for breakfast, "I'm entering old age ahead of schedule."

Tan Feizhou: "Hahaha, good guy, when will you tell black jokes? That's it."

There are still 20 minutes before the morning reading starts, enough time for Fang Ling and Tan Feizhou to have a breakfast in the dining hall.

The two randomly picked a table and sat down.

In the late autumn, which is gradually getting colder, it is really a pleasant thing to eat hot porridge.

Fang Ling's mind gradually stabilized.

This year is the third year of high school, and it is the third year of high school that he can't help but feel regretful whenever he thinks about it in the future.

But now, he actually returned to this year.

His mother who died in a car accident in the year of his college entrance examination, his father who showed a completely different face after his mother passed away, the ideal school A University, and... Zhao Shun.

Countless grotesque pictures appeared in Fang Ling's mind clearly, like playing cards scattered all over the sky and finally neatly packed one by one.

Tan Feizhou was sitting opposite Fang Ling, watching the person opposite him drinking hot porridge unhurriedly.

His movements are indescribably beautiful and elegant, like a famous ink painting, and also like an elegant poem spitting out from the lips of a poet.

The face was still the one Tan Feizhou was familiar with, but he felt that Fang Ling was different.

Tan Feizhou scratched his head, but couldn't tell the difference.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure. Tan Feizhou opened his eyes wide and kicked Fang Ling with his toes.

"He has appeared! Fang Xiaoling, are you going to give him the gift now, or wait until you get back to the classroom?"

Fang Ling was slightly stunned, turned his head to look over, and then saw Zhao Shun not far away.

Young Zhao Shun, eighteen-year-old Zhao Shun.

Now that winter is approaching, the weather is much colder than before, and many students have changed into long-sleeved school uniforms. Some girls who are afraid of the cold even temporarily took off their school uniform coats and put on their own thicker coats.

But Zhao Shun was different. The tall boy seemed to be completely isolated from the cold. He was still wearing a short-sleeved school uniform with the two buttons on the collar unbuttoned, revealing a small piece of firm wheat-colored chest.

His facial features are deep and sharp, his eyeballs are light-colored, he probably just woke up from sleep, the broken hair on his forehead casually hangs on the brow bone, he is a little lazy and a little fierce.

Eighteen-year-old Zhao Shun, like a wild wolf on the grassland who will never learn to bow his head, is very rebellious.

Looking at the familiar but too young face, Fang Ling was in a trance for a moment.

The old Zhao who watched a movie next to him last night and complained about the food in the restaurant was not as good as his own, now he has become the little Zhao who is "I'm the worst, I'm the best in the world".

To be honest, Fang Ling's mood is quite complicated now.

It seems a little fresh, but also a little melancholy.

As if noticing that someone was looking at him, Zhao Shun turned his head, and his eyes fell on Fang Ling like a falcon.

He glanced at Fang Ling first, then lowered his gaze to the gaudy and conspicuous gift box on the table.

Zhao Shun frowned, and said in a disgusted tone, "Fang Ling, don't tell me this sissy thing is the gift you said you were going to give me yesterday. If it is, then don't give it to me, I will give it to you." No."

Fang Ling: "..."

Tan Feizhou thought of Fang Ling's bright eyes last night, and he loved the gift box very much, so he couldn't help but say, "What a sissy, Zhao Shun, don't take it too far..." Fang Ling stopped Tan Feizhou

, Under the gaze of both of them, they opened the gift box with a few strokes of white and round fingers.

To be honest, after many years, Fang Ling no longer remembers what was in this box.

The box was opened, revealing a meal card holder inside.

It is a customized meal card holder.

A super NBA star is printed on the face. One side of the card holder is the star in a shooting posture, and the other side is when the star's team is defending the championship in the NBA league. The star holds a trophy and smiles with a row of big white teeth. picture of.

The bespoke photos are obviously carefully selected, both distant and close up are impeccable.

When Fang Ling saw the card set, he remembered that the young Zhao Shun liked the NBA superstar very much.

For example, the sneakers should be of the same limited edition as him; spend a lot of money to buy basketballs signed by the other party; use the star's jersey number as your lucky number, etc.

If you rank according to the level of fans in the entertainment industry, Zhao Shun at this time is definitely a diehard fan, and he still knows how to krypton gold!

The moment the meal card holder was taken out, Zhao Shun froze.

Fang Ling took out his meal card, slipped his meal card into it, and said slowly, "Yes, it's normal for you not to like such sissy things." He stared at the card holder without blinking

. , Zhao Shun hesitated to speak: "..."