The all-round master who charms the city with a smile

Ling Feng and Zhang Yang stood in place, watching the two girls walk away until they disappeared at the end of the road.

"I'm going back too!" As

soon as Ling Feng raised his foot, Zhang Yang quickly reached out and grabbed him.

A cold light flashed under the lens, and Ling Feng saw through the glass lens that Zhang Yang's pupils were split into several bloodshots, and at the same time, he felt a little pain in the place where Zhang Yang was holding.

Ling Feng shook off Zhang Yang's hand, his face turned pale: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"I have something to ask you." The momentum on Zhang Yang's body is terrifying, and the cold eyes under the lenses seem to be full of sword light and sword shadows.

Ling Feng put his hands in his trouser pockets, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his cold face: "Say."

"Do you like Bei Weiwei!" Ling

Feng's lowered eyes lifted to meet Zhang Yang's unfriendly gaze, he snorted lightly and turned his head in the direction of the apartment: "It's boring."

Zhang Yang stepped out in one step, blocking Ling Feng's way, and his fierce eyes cut back and forth on him.

"You like Bei Weiwei, don't you?"

Ling Feng glanced at the direction Bei Weiwei left, her cold white complexion made her eyes dark and deep.

He never gave a clear answer, and he pulled and pulled repeatedly.

"You say yes!" Zhang

Yang took out a group photo of his high school graduation and laughed at himself, the wind and waves in his eyes gradually subsided, and his eyes were full of sadness: "I'm a fucking idiot."

When he was holding the photo, he just covered himself, so that Ling Feng and Bei Weiwei looked like a couple with a good relationship.

Traveling abroad during the holidays, Zhang Yang has always taken this photo with him, whenever he feels uncomfortable and encounters difficulties and setbacks, he will take out the photo to take a look, and after watching it for a long time, a heart will be healed.

At the beginning, he also thought that this graduation photo was weird, and he couldn't tell what was strange.

By chance, when he found that if he blocked this part of himself, the photo would only be the two of them, he instantly understood!

Ling Feng's eyes drooped, looking at the photo that Zhang Yang was holding in his hand.

Zhang Yang's fingers just pressed the self in the photo, and it looked the same as the photo that Ling Feng sandwiched in the guest book, although the photos were the same, but it felt different to look at it at this time.

"Ling Feng, when are you going to pretend?" Ling

Feng's voice was faint, and he bypassed Zhang Yang: "You can think whatever you like, it has nothing to do with me, go back and rest!" Zhang Yang

took a deep breath, didn't continue to stop it, looked at his back and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not, I know you like Bei Weiwei, more than anyone else, you fought in high school, and read the review in front of the whole school, all because of her."

Ling Feng's pace of progress was abrupt, and his heart was a little stuffy, because Zhang Yang's words evoked the secret hidden in his heart.

His biggest secret

! It's about Bei Weiwei!

Zhang Yang stood there for a long time, his face changing as if he was making a decision.

Finally, he decided.

happily tore the photo in his hand into countless pieces and sprinkled them into the wind, and the debris and his feelings for Bei Weiwei were carried away by the wind.

"Ling Feng!" Zhang

Yang shouted loudly.

Ling Feng didn't pay attention to it, and walked away without looking back.

Zhang Yang rushed forward, pressed Ling Feng on the shoulder, and punched him in the face.

Ling Feng didn't expect Zhang Yang to come with such a hand, his head was slightly off, but he was still a step slower, he was punched in the corner of his mouth, and a hole was cracked in his lips.

"Are you crazy?"

Ling Feng grabbed Zhang Yang's arm and kicked him in the stomach, and the whole person flew out several meters upside down.

Zhang Yang felt that his stomach was tumbling for a while, but fortunately he didn't eat much just now, otherwise, he would really vomit out.

"Ling Feng, to be honest with you, in fact, I have always seen you unpleasantly, and I want to beat you up to relieve your hatred. However, I know that someone like you who writes reviews for fights in three days is no match for you, so I deliberately found a boxing and sanda coach to learn for a while while abroad.

Zhang Yang said as he got up from the ground and rubbed his stomach, looking like he didn't admit defeat.

Ling Feng touched the corners of his mouth, there were blood stains on his hands, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Are you really?"

"Hahaha!" Zhang Yang felt indescribable joy in his heart.

Ling Feng rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the two buttons on his clothes, revealing his strong chest.

Three years of high school is not for nothing, a guy like Zhang Yang didn't pay attention to it at all, but this person made him very unhappy: "Since you want to play, then I'll have fun with you."

Seeing Ling Feng's eyes gradually becoming serious, Zhang Yang's breathing tightened, he had seen the scene of Ling Feng's fight, and the nickname of Desperate San Lang was not in vain.

After a few rounds, Zhang Yang was beaten to the ground, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, not to mention, his chest and back were full of footprints, and he had to admit defeat and beg for mercy: "Ling Feng, I admit defeat, don't fight!" Ling Feng

let go of Zhang Yang's collar and slowly lowered his raised fist.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Zhang Yang lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, feeling that he was a cheap person.

Ling

Feng sat down on the ground and took out a cigarette and lit it.

Zhang Yang turned over and sat next to Ling Feng: "Give me one." "

It's really strange to say, a lot of times, that's how men's friendships are built.

After a fight, a few words, and a cigarette, there is a brotherly relationship invisibly.

This was the first time Ling Feng had smoked in front of outsiders, however, he felt that it was quite novel, and a good student like Zhang Yang also had an unknown side, and he was not a novice when he smoked a cigarette.

Zhang Yang took a puff of cigarette and skillfully spit out a few smoke rings: "I learned from others in junior high school, and my family was strict, so I didn't dare to smoke. "

Hmm!" Ling Feng flicked his index finger slightly, and the ashes disappeared with the wind, just like the estrangement and unhappiness between them, a fight, a heart-to-heart, and no unpleasantness was gone.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and hugged Ling Feng's shoulder, the pain in his body made him grin his teeth: "You are really ruthless, are you at the same table as me?"

......" Ling Feng was speechless, I don't know which guy did it first, this is the experience gained from three years of high school across various battlefields.

In the face of any enemy, we must not be merciful.

Truly, to be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

The temperature in the imperial capital is a little low at night, twenty-seven or eight degrees during the day, and it may be fifteen or sixteen degrees at night, and it is a little cold to stand in the wind without a coat.

Zhang Yang shrunk his neck: "I don't understand, since you like Bei Weiwei so much, why don't you tell her? I'm not sure about others, but as long as you say it, I think she will definitely not refuse." "

Let's talk about it!"

Ling Feng stood in the wind, his eyebrows indifferent, his body tall but a little thin.

And a little bit of loneliness!

People with secrets have always been like this.

"Anyway, I still wish you lovers to be married. Don't say it, I'll go back, hiss, it hurts, I'll ask you for reimbursement tomorrow for medical expenses. "

“......"