come on, fight

When Zhou's mother and Zhan's mother came back from shopping, Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche were having a good fight beside the sofa.

The battle in the living room was quite fierce, and Zhan Xunche still had the upper hand. Although Zhou Yejin was pressed under him, his movements were not chaotic, and he flexibly avoided every punch he threw.

Seeing the situation, Zhou's mother angrily told them to stop, but the two of them acted as if they hadn't heard them, they were still chatting non-stop, showing no sign of stopping.

Zhan's mother was still on the sidelines, unable to react, Zhou's mother had already stepped forward with her fists clenched, and pulled them away forcefully.

Zhou Yejin heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't want to fight any longer, but Zhan Xunche refused to give up and pestered him until now.

During the fight, Zhan Xunche never stopped punching, until he was pulled away by an external force, and he lowered his hand with unsatisfied desire.

It took a lot of effort for Zhou's mother to pull them, and she was slightly out of breath at this time. While panting, she stared at Zhou Yejin, "Zhou Yejin, you are capable, you will bully Ah Che when I'm not here."

"Who's bullying whom?" Zhou Yejin didn't expect Zhou's mother to open her eyes and tell such nonsense.

At this time, Zhanmu finally realized what happened. She quickly helped the two people on the ground up, and patted their clothes in turn.

The floor was mopped by Zhou's mother at noon, and it was not too dirty, so Zhan's mother stopped after patting it twice.

Zhou's mother probably got tired from dragging them just now, so she turned around and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, and drank it up after a few sips.

She first wiped the corners of her mouth lightly, then grabbed Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche's collars, and pressed them on the sofa with each hand like carrying a basket.

"Stay safe for a while. Aunt Zhan is eating here today. I'm going to the kitchen to cook." Mother Zhou let go of their collars, turned her head and pointed at Zhou Yejin and said.

Zhou Yejin pursed his lips and said nothing. He wanted to be safe, so Zhan Xunche had to agree.

Zhan's mother also stood beside Zhan Xunche and rubbed the top of his head, "Be good too, don't make Xiaojin angry."

Zhan Xunche made exactly the same movement as Zhou Yejin, curled his lips and lowered his head.

Mother Zhan and Mother Zhou looked at each other as if they agreed.

Zhou's mother turned and walked to the kitchen, Zhan's mother followed her footsteps and said, "I'll help you."

"Success, I will try your handicraft too."

The voices of the two gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared into the sound of choosing vegetables in the kitchen.

In the living room, Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche stared at each other across the coffee table again, seeing disdain in each other's eyes.

Zhou Yejin gritted her teeth, suddenly stretched out her hands, clenched them into fists and raised them in front of Zhan Xunche.

Zhan Xunche thought he wanted to make a move, so he instinctively dodged back. After realizing that Zhou Yejin hadn't followed up, his eyes became a little more inquisitive.

Zhou Yejin smiled slightly, his middle fingers slowly emerged from his fists, and poked straight in front of Zhan Xunche's eyes.

"..." Zhan Xunche smiled along with him, then grabbed the watermelon rind on the tea table and threw it directly at Zhou Yejin's face.

Zhou Yejin felt his eyes go dark, and when the light came back again, there was already a piece of watermelon skin on the ground—it had slipped off his face.

Not caring about going to the bathroom to wash her face, Zhou Yejin touched her face and threw herself on Zhan Xunche.

The sound of pots and pans in the kitchen was loud, and Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche were not worried about being discovered, and fought brazenly.

Because I have already moved my hands twice today, Zhou Yejin began to feel exhausted after playing for a long time, "Stop, stop, I'm tired, I have to fight early tomorrow."

Zhan Xunche turned a deaf ear and directed his fists upwards at Zhou Yejin's face.

Time passed little by little, and gradually the smell of rice wafted from the kitchen.

Zhan Xunche was also tired from beating, he let go of Zhou Yejin, and lay head to head next to Zhou Yejin, panting with Zhou Yejin.

Both of them have exhausted their energy, and finally they can coexist peacefully for a while.

"How can you toss so hard?" Zhou Yejin asked with a trembling voice as her chest heaved up and down with the frequency of her breathing.

"You put up your middle finger first." Compared with Zhou Yejin, Zhan Xunche's breathing was much more steady.

"But I told you to stop halfway, why don't you stop?"

Zhan Xunche curled his lips, and gave him a very reasonable sentence again, "The teacher said, you have to have a beginning and an end in doing things."

Zhou Yejin's breathing was stagnant, trembling, she wanted to get up and fight another [-] rounds, but she really had no strength, so she could only lie back on the ground humming.

Hearing him humming, Zhan Xunche turned his head and smiled at him, "Calm down, even if you don't know this sentence, no one will blame you."

Zhou Yejin put his wrist on his forehead and said nothing, because he couldn't say anything.

He could only hold his breath, adjusted his breathing slowly, and greeted Zhan Xunche's teacher in his heart, why did he teach so many useless things?

Zhan Xunche got up after lying down for a while, he threw the watermelon rind on the ground into the trash can, and handed Zhou Yejin a tissue.

Zhou Yejin glanced at him, took the tissue he handed over, and wiped it on her face indiscriminately.

The dishes were almost done, Mother Zhou carried the dishes to the living room, and when she saw Zhou Yejin lying on the ground in a long strip, her expression showed a hint of surprise.

"What's wrong with you?" With a dish in her hand, she raised her foot and lightly kicked Zhou Yejin.

"It's cool on the ground, cough." Zhou Yejin's voice was a little fluttering, and he coughed lightly.

"Who cares if you are cool or not, you get up first and block my way."

Zhou Yejin stretched out an arm and said to Zhou's mother, "Give me a hand."

"If you have hands and feet, do it yourself." Zhou's mother looked indifferent.

"I'm old, I can't get up anymore." Zhou Yejin sighed pretentiously.

"Since you know you are getting old, why don't you hurry up and make way for the young people?" Zhan Xunche jumped out and said.

Zhou Yejin glared at him, but said nothing.

"Get up quickly, my food will be cold in a while." Mother Zhou kicked him again.

"Lie down a little longer..." Zhou Yejin said, covering her face.

"If you have the ability, you can lie down for a day." Zhou's mother threw down such a sentence as if threatening, stepped over Zhou Yejin, and put the dishes on the dining table.

One by one dishes were brought out from the kitchen, and they had to pass by Zhou Yejin every time, so that he could smell the dishes instead of taste them.

"Let's work together." After setting out the last dish, Zhou's mother clapped her hands and called Zhan's mother and Zhan Xunche to sit down and prepare for dinner.

"Do you still eat the one lying down?" Seeing that Zhou Yejin had no plans to come over, Zhou's mother asked him.

"Eat." After Zhou Yejin finished speaking, she jumped up from the ground and ran to the dining table in a few steps.

The meal started relatively early, and by the end of it, it wasn't completely dark, but the sun was barely visible.

The sun hid behind the tall buildings, only revealing a small section of rounded fiery red arc, blurring the clouds all over the sky.

The entire sky showed a blush color, like the cheeks of a young girl when she is shy.

After seeing Zhan's mother and Zhan Xunche off, Zhou Yejin hid in her room again. It was still the familiar game and the familiar field.

Zhou Yejin fought three times today, and he was really tired. After playing for half an hour, sleepiness began to sweep over his consciousness.

He yawned in a daze, and couldn't help moving towards the bed.

Zhou Yejin forgot to turn off the game before going to bed, and the next morning, he was in a tragedy.

"My equipment!" Zhou Yejin hugged the computer and wanted to cry.

His voice was the only one in the whole room, and no one answered him.

Zhou Yejin felt something was wrong, so he poked his head out and looked around the room.

Sure enough, he was the only one.

Zhou's father is not normal, he gets up early to go to work every day, but where is Zhou's mother?

Is it...

Just as he was thinking, there was the sound of the door lock being pulled.

Zhou Yejin's heart fluttered, and he ran to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, facing the direction of the door, and waited intently for the person who opened the door.

When Mother Zhou opened the door, she saw her son standing at the door with a kitchen knife and staring at her.

"What are you trying to do?" Mother Zhou looked horrified.

Seeing that it was Zhou's mother, Zhou Yejin put down the kitchen knife and said with a sigh of relief, "I thought you were taken away, and the next one is to catch me."

"Good imagination." Mother Zhou commented.

Zhou Yejin put the kitchen knife back into the kitchen, walked out and asked, "Then what did you do this morning?"

"Staying at home every day is too busy, so I went out to find a job, and by the way, help Aunt Zhan find out about the house."

"Is there any result?" Zhou Yejin thought for a while and asked with her head poked.

"Which one did you ask?" Mother Zhou asked.

"Ask them all." Zhou Yejin said.

Zhou's mother took off her coat and hung it on the hanger, "I have to wait for the notice for the job, and the house has been found."

"where?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Mother Zhou smiled mysteriously, apparently not planning to tell him.

Zhou Yejin pouted, and walked back to the bedroom in disappointment.He stood in the room, looked at the computer for a while, looked at the schoolbag for a while, and fell into a difficult decision.

Should I do homework or play games?It was a question that bothered him more than "to be or not to be."

Zhou Yejin stood for a long time, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he walked towards the schoolbag.

He stared at the schoolbag. After a while, he still didn't have the courage to reach out and open the zipper.

"Forget it." Zhou Yejin left the schoolbag as if giving up on herself, and plunged into the computer.

Zhou's mother's job was finally settled, and she soon entered the life of office workers.

But Zhou Yejin lived like a salted fish every day, caught in an endless loop of eating and sleeping, getting up and playing games, playing games, eating, and going to sleep after eating.

On this day, Zhou Yejin got dressed and got out of bed, planning to play games as usual.

He was just about to turn on the computer, but he heard noisy voices and furniture moving, all coming from the opposite door of their house.

Someone on the other side is moving?

Zhou Yejin opened the door suspiciously and walked out, only to find that the door of the house opposite their house was wide open. Looking from his direction, he could see a bunch of people standing bustling in the house, most of them were movers.

There was also a boy standing among them, whose figure was very familiar.

Zhou Yejin took a closer look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Zhou Yejin feels a little toothache when he looks at it.