"Brother Xuan, I don't think he is on guard against you now, so just use an excuse to teach him to smoke, and he will soon." Feng Bo pouted his chin at the box in Yang Xuan's hand, and lowered his voice, "Just this one, several Bai, look at this color, it looks like the kind of cigarette you usually smoke, right?"

Yang Xuan frowned: "It's too much."

"It's called treating another person in the same way. Brother Xuan, why are you so soft-hearted towards him? Think about your mother." Feng Bo lowered his face, "When I saw her like that, I really I can't believe she is Teacher Zhou who taught me, I can still remember her like that."

A few words from Feng Bo recalled Yang Xuan's unpleasant memories. The cigarette was twirled around his fingertips a few times. He looked at Feng Bo and asked, "What will happen after smoking it?"

"I guess it's like a cat's spring?" Feng Bo smiled unseriously, and said in an uncertain tone, "When the time comes, just throw him anywhere and see if anyone picks it up. I think someone will pick it up. He looks like that, he should be quite attractive to perverts."

Yang Xuan took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and bit it into his mouth, pressed the lighter to light it, took a sip, and his face didn't look too good. "Has it ever occurred to you," he said, "that he is as much a victim as I am in this matter."

Feng Bo was taken aback, then straightened up from the wall and said anxiously: "He is an accomplice! Brother Xuan, what are you thinking? How can he look like a victim? If he and his mother haven't married, he can transfer from the third Go to No. 1 Middle School? He not only robbed your father, robbed your house, but also robbed you and your mother, this is not enough, now he is always tired of you, and wants to rob you, brother!" Feng Bo choked out a series of words, paused, turned his face and said, "Anyway, I got something for you, whether you like it or not."

Yang Xuan took a few puffs of cigarettes, and said annoyedly, "I thought the same as you before."

"Before?" Feng Bo looked up at him in surprise, "What about now?" Seeing that Yang Xuan was just smoking a cigarette and didn't answer him, Feng Bo continued, "Brother Xuan, don't you still worry about the little affection you had when you were young? Seriously, don't you think it was a premeditated plan for him to be sent here when he was a child, or else..."

"Okay," Yang Xuan interrupted him, "You should know that I am most annoyed by other people's instigation, and I know what to do."

"Oh..." Seeing the irritated look between Yang Xuan's brows, Feng Bo shut his mouth knowingly.

Yang Xuan looked at the cigarette again—the blue rolling paper, the golden shredded tobacco. At first glance, there was indeed nothing tricky about it.

Looking at this cigarette, the smirk that Tang Xiaonian forcefully pulled out before the elevator, and the series of instructions she gave to Tang Junhe flashed through Yang Xuan's mind. There is no doubt that Tang Junhe is Tang Xiaonian's only weakness. Probably only such a dirty and disgusting method can make Tang Xiaonian, like his mother, delirious and in pain... After all, Tang Xiaonian Isn't it equally dirty and disgusting to have fun with Yang Chengchuan behind his mother's back? Returning the body in the same way, perhaps what Feng Bo said is not completely unreasonable.

Yang Xuan opened the cigarette case in his hand and put the cigarette in it. The length is the same and the color is similar. If you don’t look carefully, it’s hard to detect the tricks—probably such a cigarette that is enough to change the fate of a person can be handed over to fate. Make your own choice.

"Let's go." Yang Xuan put the cigarette case back in his pocket, turned and walked back.

Feng Bo followed and asked tentatively, "Brother Xuan, have you made a decision?"

Yang Xuan said, "Yes."

***

The private room was very noisy, the person holding the microphone had changed three times, and Yang Xuan still hadn't returned. Tang Junhe looked at the changing light and shadow on the screen, and frequently looked in the direction of the door. Feng Bo's playful attitude just now made him feel that there was something wrong. He thought of Tang Xiaonian's anxious expression before leaving the house. Perhaps her worry was not unreasonable.

Tang Junhe got up from the sofa, walked around a row of feet protruding far away, walked to the door and pushed it out. The singing of ghosts and wolves from other rooms came from the corridor. He looked around, but he didn't see Feng Bo and Yang Xuan. Just as he was about to lift his foot and walk to the right, the door behind him suddenly opened. He looked back and saw Ying Hui poking his head out of the private room.

"Are you going to the bathroom?" Ying Hui looked at him and asked.

Tang Junhe didn't intend to go to the bathroom, but he nodded anyway.

"Over there." Ying Hui came out, closed the door with one hand, and pointed to the left with the other.

"Oh...thank you." Tang Junhe had no choice but to change the direction of his steps, and was about to leave when Ying Hui suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Tang Junhe turned his head with a puzzled expression.

"That..." Ying Hui asked hesitantly, "Do you smoke?"

Tang Junhe shook his head.

Ying Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and showed him a smiling face: "That's good...you go."

"Why do you ask that?" Tang Junhe looked at her and asked without stepping.

"It's nothing." Ying Hui didn't say much, just shook her head, "Anyway, just don't smoke tonight no matter what."

The scene of Ying Hui holding the microphone and singing on the stage at the bar that day suddenly flashed through Tang Junhe's mind. He asked a rare question: "Is "Paper Airplane" good?"

Ying Hui had already turned around, and was about to open the door to enter the room, when she heard this, she stopped and turned to look at him: "The song by Lin Yilian? It's so good, haven't you heard it?"

Tang Junhe shook his head: "I listen to very few songs."

"You can ask your brother to sing it to you, he sings very well." Ying Hui suggested with a smile, and after thinking about it, he said, "Why don't I sing it to you later?"

"Okay," Tang Junhe nodded seriously, "Thank you."

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Tang Junhe walked to the left thoughtfully. Ying Hui pushed the door out just to remind him not to smoke tonight? Why do you think of such a reminder? Obviously he has never smoked before, the one who can smoke is Yang Xuan...

Two steps away from the bathroom, Tang Junhe suddenly saw Yang Xuan appear from the corner, followed by Feng Bo. Their eyes met for a moment, and at that moment he suddenly had an intuition—Yang Xuan would not want to come out to find him. He subconsciously took two steps forward and turned into the bathroom.

He recalled the hostile expression that just appeared on Yang Xuan's face, in his memory it seemed that it only appeared in the evening when he planned to kill Zhou Lin. What did Feng Bo tell him just now? Tang Junhe couldn't help guessing, could it be related to Ying Hui's smoking incident?

He came out of the bathroom, washed his hands slowly, and the clean mirror on the wall reflected his indifferent expression. But this indifference disappeared the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, because he saw Yang Xuan—Yang Xuan was standing in the corridor waiting for him, and Feng Bo was not following him.

"Brother, why are you here?" Tang Junhe approached Yang Xuan and asked him.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to rub his hair: "Wait for you."

Tang Junhe looked up at his brother, trying to find the look on his face two minutes ago, but the hostility had disappeared without a trace, making him wonder if he had read it wrong just now.

"What's wrong?" Yang Xuan looked down at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing." Tang Junhe shook his head, he smelled the faint smell of tobacco on Yang Xuan's body, "Brother, did you smoke just now?"

Yang Xuan copied his pocket and walked forward: "Well, can you smell it?"

"I can smell it a little bit," Tang Junhe said.

"You don't like me smoking?" Yang Xuan asked again, he seemed to talk more than usual tonight.

"I don't like other people smoking," Tang Junhe said, "but you are my brother, I like whatever you do."

Hearing what he said, Yang Xuan smiled, then reached out and pushed open the door of the private room.

They sat where they were just now, and Wang Xingchun sat in front of the singing platform, and turned around to ask Yang Xuan if he wanted to order a song, but Yang Xuan waved his hand and refused. Yin Cong was standing in front of the screen, holding the microphone and singing "Love To Die" at the top of his voice, as if he was about to roar out his lungs.

"Brother Cong, come on!" A boy shouted in confusion, "120 is coming this way, you still have two minutes to kill and silence!"

"Stop singing this!" Yin Cong sang out of breath, turned his head and shouted: "Wang Xingchun, cut the song for me!"

There was a knock on the door, and the waiter pushed in and asked, "Is this the beer you ordered?"

"Hey, that's right!" Feng Bo, who was sitting on the high stool, turned his head, pointed to the table in the corner and said, "Put it on the table over there. Whoever wants to drink can take it himself." He said, and took it from the table. A few bottles, uncapped them, distributed them to Wang Xingchun and Chen Hao beside them, then stretched out their arms and handed them to Ying Hui, "Sister Hui, blow a bottle?"

"Stop pretending to be an adult!" Ying Hui refused with a smile.

"Why are you pretending to be an adult? You will be an adult soon, okay?" Feng Bo got off the high stool and handed the bottle of beer to Yang Xuan: "Brother Xuan, here you are."

Yang Xuan reached out to take it, put the bottle of beer on the table in front of him, and didn't drink it right away.

"How about we play the big king and the little king?" Feng Bo clapped the microphone in his hand and shouted, holding a stack of poker cards, "the rules are like this, the cards are randomly dealt, and the big king and the little king are drawn in the first round." People with two cards, let me designate you to do one thing, how about in the second round, the king of the previous round will designate two people in this round to do one thing?"

Some people raised their hands to object: "Why did you designate it?"

"I'm the creator of the game," Feng Bo said boldly, "what's the matter, if any of you want to be appointed in the first round, everyone can think about it together."

"Hey, whatever you want." Most people waved their hands indifferently.

"Then I'll deal the cards." Feng Bo counted the cards, messed up the order, and dealt them one by one. When he passed by Tang Junhe, he reached out and handed him a card, but Tang Junhe shook his head and refused.

"Let's play together, it won't be so boring." Feng Bo held up the cards without holding back.

"Don't be afraid at the same table, I'll cover you!" Yin Cong, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, leaned over and shouted at him.

Tang Junhe thought for a while, and reached out to take the buckled down card, Feng Bo then handed the next card to Yang Xuan. Tang Junhe took the card and turned it over and took a look. It was the 7 of Hearts, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Participating in such a game for the first time, he was a little apprehensive that he would be drawn.

After a round of cards was dealt, Feng Bo looked around: "Who is the one who drew the big king and the little king this round?"

Ying Hui stood up, "I have one here."

"Oh... what about the other one?" Feng Bo stretched his neck.

Yang Xuan turned the card face forward and looked at Feng Bo expressionlessly.

"Ahahaha... such a coincidence?" Feng Bo patted the table and smiled maliciously.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Ying Hui gave him a sideways glance, but there was no annoyance on his face.

"Sister Hui, don't be angry, why don't you give me a demonstration first... In this way, I'll give you a chance to kiss Brother Xuan?"

Ying Hui blushed, first glanced at Yang Xuan, then at Feng Bo: "I'll **** you!"

"Hey, okay, then...how about hugging?" Feng Bo let go, "It's okay to hug, right?"

"Hold one! Hold one!" Someone watching the excitement clapped their hands and shouted.

Tang Junhe squeezed the cards in his hand tightly, looked at Yang Xuan, his lips were pursed into a line.

Ying Hui looked at Yang Xuan, and was hesitating whether to walk towards him, but Yang Xuan got up and put the cards on the table: "Let's deal it again according to the rules."

The noisy voice was silent for a second, and the song on the screen was still buzzing non-stop. Yang Xuan looked up at the people around him: "Shall I send it?"

"I'll come, I'll come, I'm wrong, Brother Xuan." Seeing Yang Xuan's expression changed, Feng Bo hurriedly came over to collect the cards, "This time we will guarantee fairness, Sister Hui, what are you going to do next round, okay? "

"Don't make any more petty moves." Ying Hui sat back and warned him with her eyes.

A group of high school students with excess energy, who are usually very talkative, but at this time they are too timid to play. It would be better to draw boys and boys. They will either confess to each other disgustingly, or put on a Zhu Bajie Carrying a daughter-in-law, if a man and a woman are drawn, apart from the love song duet, the other dozen or so people will look at each other, and they can't think of any good drama. After several rounds of playing, everyone present lost interest.

"Are you still playing? Is it the last round?" Feng Bo said as he dealt the cards, "I said, let's play some exciting games this time, shall we? Who will play against whom in this round?"

Yang Xuan pushed the cards in his hand onto the table: "I have one."

The other person refused to show up for a long time, and everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay. After a few seconds, Tang Junhe put the cards on the table. After worrying all night, he finally got together with Yang Xuan, and the heart he had suspended sank back. As long as he is with Yang Xuan, he has nothing to be afraid of.

The one who got the King in the last round was Wang Xingchun, he tilted his head and winked at Feng Bo: What kind of trick do you think? You can't let Brother Xuan beat him up on the spot, can you?

"Can you do it, Chun'er," Feng Bo kicked his stool leg, "If you can't figure it out, give me the chance."

"You come, you come." Wang Xingchun didn't care and gave up the opportunity.

"Feng Bo, take it easy." Yin Cong said aloud.

"I think," Feng Bo ignored her, and said after thinking for a moment, "Can Brother Xuan teach our class to smoke a cigarette? Experience life, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Junhe's eyelids twitched for no reason, and Ying Hui's words an hour ago flashed in his mind, "In short, just don't smoke tonight anyway."

Across a long table, he felt that Ying Hui's gaze fell directly on his face, he glanced back at Ying Hui, but Ying Hui immediately withdrew her gaze.

The spectators were miraculously quiet, and turned their heads to wait for Tang Junhe's reaction. They still remember that at the beginning of school, Tang Junhe threw Yang Xuan's basketball directly on the back hill. Although his physique was far different, this good and misfit student didn't seem to be as easy to mess with as he imagined. They waited for Tang Junhe to annoy Yang Xuan, and then he would teach him a lesson in public—Yang Xuan was famous for fighting, but most of them hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes.

However, to their disappointment, this so-called "punishment" went quite smoothly. Yang Xuan opened the cigarette case, pushed it in front of Tang Junhe, and motioned him to take out one by himself. Tang Junhe didn't have the kind of annoyed reaction as he imagined, he just smoked a cigarette calmly.

The lights in the KTV are flickering, and the dazzling colored light hits from one corner to the other with a dynamic rhythm, making people dizzy. The room is full of strange lights, and everything loses its original color. Tang Junhe didn't even take a closer look at the cigarette case, he just looked straight at Yang Xuan, and took out one from it.

— "Don't smoke tonight under any circumstances."

— But Yang Xuan wanted to teach him, how could he refuse?

Seeing the blue smoke being squeezed out by Tang Junhe with his fingertips, Yang Xuan's pupils shrank almost invisibly. The decision about fate that he just made had an immediate effect. Could it be that fate is instructing him to use his brother to take revenge on Tang Xiaonian?

"Brother," he watched Tang Junhe's lips open and close under the dim light, "lighter." Those cat-like eyes looked at him, like black agate without any impurities, and the crazily rhythmic hair on the top of his head The lighting was out of place.

—"It can also be used to arouse/love." In the case of not being aroused/loved, there was an innocent and seductive look on this face in front of me, what would happen if it was really aroused/loved ?

Yang Xuan took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, bit it into his mouth, took out the lighter, drew out the flame and lit the cigarette, he took a puff, then raised his chin towards Tang Junhe, and turned the lighter towards Tang Junhe He pushed over, indicating that the demonstration was over and it was his turn.

Tang Junhe has always learned things very quickly, this time he even learned the order exactly the same, he imitated Yang Xuan, put the blue cigarette between his lips, then picked up the metal lighter on the table, thumb Open the lid, there was a soft "呲", and the flames burst into flames.

He lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes covered them, casting a row of jagged shadows on the lower eyelids, trembling slightly. He moved the lighter towards the end of the cigarette, and the golden shredded tobacco was lit, emitting a wisp of light blue smoke.

Tang Junhe raised his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan. His smoking looked completely different from usual, less innocent and more seductive, and the blue-blue color of his lips was particularly bright red with the smoke in his mouth.

Yang Xuan's Adam's apple rolled, and before Tang Junhe took a puff, he stretched out his hand and pulled the cigarette out from between his brother's lips, then turned his head and looked up at Feng Bo: "Is it all right?"

Feng Bo was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses: "Ah? Is this the end?"

"What else?" Yang Xuan frowned, with a look of impatience.

"At least take a sip..." Feng Bo looked at the person next to him, trying to find approval, "Right? The rules were agreed in advance."

"That's all right." Yang Xuan said in a deep voice without doubt, as if he was speaking to Feng Bo, or to Tang Junhe. When he said this, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Tang Junhe The hair, the movements are not gentle.

And the blue smoke that was still burning with golden sparks was pressed to the palm of the other hand by him, and it was extinguished forcefully.