soft hedgehog

Ji Tong's sympathy only lasted for more than ten minutes before going to bed, and he forgot after that, whether he should be disgusted or disgusted when he wakes up.

However, although he was not completely used to the fact that he had to share a room with Liang Yuchen, he slowly began to compromise.He vaguely knew that Liang Yuchen was deliberately accommodating him, because there were many signs, like the morning light that cannot be covered by curtains.

For example, although Liang Yuchen woke up very early, his movements were extremely light, and he never woke him up;

For example, once he wanted to play games, Liang Yuchen would go out and leave him alone to play freely;

For another example, he flipped through all Liang Yuchen's books whenever he wanted, regardless of the price.Once when he was reading a book while eating dried tofu, red spicy oil dripped onto the pages of the book. Even though Liang Yuchen was angry, he didn't turn his back on him.

This is a bit like being dependent on others, Ji Tong is quite satisfied.But there is only one thing that makes him unhappy, that is, in the past few days, he has always smelled an unpleasant smell from Liang Yuchen's body, whether it is strong or not, it makes him very upset.

Today Zheng Beibei called and said that her mother was in a rare mood and she bought a lot of dishes to show off.He was tired of eating his mother's meal, and hurriedly expressed that he would go with his mouth, and Yang Xiao naturally followed.Zheng Nvxia made a request on the phone: You and Yang Xiao will buy six taels of wool for my mother. If you want cashmere, the color must be plain.

Ji Tong snorted: "Your mother still wears sweaters in summer."

"What do you know?" Zheng Beibei said, "The woolen covers for the thermos and the flashlight have to be prepared in advance, or they will freeze easily when the cold snaps."

Proficiency in self-deprecating skills.

"Then they are well dressed," Ji Tong teased, "I don't have many cashmere clothes."

"It's useless, just say whether you want to buy it or not."

"Buy, buy, buy, I not only buy, but also bring a few catties of apricots for free."

The fruit baskets next to the refrigerator were all on top, and the four of them couldn't finish eating so much, and the day when the two father and son went home to get the goods didn't know when it would end.

—

In the afternoon, he said he would not eat at home, and his mother happily sent him out.

Zheng Beibei's mother, Ye Xiulan, was in poor health and didn't go out to work. She retired early and stayed at home to recuperate. Her usual life was boring, and she often invited them and their juniors to play at home.When I was a child, I roasted my feet around the electric stove and ate oranges in winter, and when I grew up, I ate melon seeds and drank soda around a small round table in summer.

Their few children were originally an exception.Ye Xiulan doesn't talk much, and she has a kind of etiquette after getting older, and her cooking skills are even more extraordinary.Unlike the big oil and sauce in the north, she cooks with the delicate and light taste of her hometown in the south, and a few delicate stir-fries that she is good at are delicious and beautiful.

Ji Tong knocked on the door in time for dinner, Zheng Beibei greeted him with headphones on, and Yang Xiao was already there.

"You're positive." He put on his exclusive slippers, walked over and patted the head of Yang Xiao who was playing with the handheld on the sofa.

"There's something wrong with not being active while eating." Yang Xiao patted the back of his head with a hiss, then handed him the idle handle on the table, "Come or not?"

"Take it first, kids," Ye Xiulan came out of the kitchen, wearing a dark plain skirt and a plaid apron. At the age of 45, her figure has begun to lose shape, with a circle of fat overflowing from her waist, and her eyes are full of tears when she smiles. pleats.She beckoned to them: "Come over for dinner, it's all your favorite food."

Beibei felt sorry for her mother, so she took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help serve dishes.Ji Tong and Yang Xiao jumped up from the sofa, and plunged in to help hold the bowl for the rice.

The four people laughed and laughed, diluting the original desertedness of this home.

Ji Tong asked: "Aunt Xiulan, where's Uncle Zheng, has he gone on a long-distance trip again?"

Beibei's father is a truck driver, a typical northern man, with rough speech and unrestrained manner.The last time they met seemed to be more than a month ago, they fought together for the landlord, and he lost to Ji Tong by more than 30 yuan.

Zheng Beibei got up suddenly: "Mom, I'm going to get a plate for bones."

Her mother nodded, then slowly turned back to look at Ji Tong, with a stiff smile on her face: "The sports car is gone, I'll be back in a while."

"Hmm," Yang Xiao shouted with his oily mouth open, "Beibei will bring me another glass of water, it's so spicy."

Ye Xiulan hurriedly asked: "What, it's too spicy? Eat less spicy food, or your stomach won't be able to take it."

Yang Xiao wiped his mouth and smiled: "I can't eat less, Aunt Xiulan, the food you cook is so delicious, much better than my grandma!"

Hearing the praise, Ye Xiulan showed a sincere smile on her face.

Not long after, Zheng Beibei came back with water and plates, and the three threw away their chopsticks and gnawed bones with their hands. After eating happily, they hiccupped and chatted on the balcony, while Beibei's mother was in charge of cutting fruit for them.

It was just getting dark, and there was a round of sun hanging in the sky that I don't know whether it was the sun that was about to rest or the moon that had just started working, and a halo of light was scattered indistinctly.The wind was still hot, but not so dry, blowing the sweatshirt with ribbed collar and the shorts on top of the flip flops.

Beibei put on the headphones again and shook her head, immersed in her own world, not knowing what she was thinking.Yang Xiao couldn't hide things, he elbowed Ji Tong and faltered and said: "Tong Tong, I told my mother that your brother's English is very good, this is true."

Ji Tong seemed to have a conditioned reflex: "Who is my brother, I don't have a brother."

Why did everyone allocate such a brother to him regardless of his wishes? When did he agree?

"No... don't worry about it yet," Yang Xiao pushed his hand, "Your brother is good at English, is it true?"

Is it great?

Ji Tong thought, I don't know, I don't think his English is much better when he looks like a slag.

"Why are you telling your mother this?" He squinted at his friend, and said sourly, "He's not your brother, why should you be honored?"

His tone was like the sour orange soda he had just drank, and the carbonic gas irritated his throat.

"Who is so honored...I want to ask him to make up lessons...to make up English."

Finally tell the truth.

Ji Tong was originally resting his elbows on the balcony, but at this moment he turned over and looked at Yang Xiao from the corner of his eyes, and after a while he gave a long and clear "Oh" in a cadenced tone.

"You are going after Ji Qingyang, and you want to make up lessons with her, Sima Zhaozhi."

Yang Xiao blushed immediately, a proper innocent boy.

"Since you have guessed it all, tell your brother for me, let him arrange me and Ji Qingyang to attend classes together, and I will pay for one-on-one, two-on-one classes, will it work? "

Liang Yuchen seemed to be short of money, Ji Tong knew that.One is to teach, and two are to bring, I guess that person will happily agree.But why did he want to make Liang Yuchen happy?

It's not worth it, and it's not really my brother.

"I don't get involved in these things," he said. "If you say it yourself, I don't like talking to him."

"You just treat it as a brother, isn't that okay?"

Yang Xiao begged left and right, but Ji Tong couldn't evade, so he hid beside Zheng Beibei to see what song she was listening to, but Zheng Beibei disliked the smell on his sleeves, which made him suspicious suddenly. Contaminated by the unpleasant smell of Liang Yuchen's body, he muttered that his room was not well ventilated.

Ye Xiulan, who was bringing fruit, heard about it, and insisted on giving him a pot of tiger-head jasmine that she raised herself. She said that it likes heat and repels mosquitoes, so it is suitable for incense in the room.

Ji Tong was naturally happy and moved down happily.

—

The potted plants that are higher than the calf are placed in a corner of the room. The buds and flowers are elegant and fragrant, and they match the curtains quite well.

Liang Yuchen, who finished making up lessons for the students, rode his bicycle home, his back drenched in sweat from the heat.Hu Aihua left a meal for him, and pushed him to take a shower as soon as he entered the door.After hearing this, Ji Tong murmured in his heart: That's right, wash it well, wash off the smell on your body, so as not to smoke me at night.

Unexpectedly, after Liang Yuchen took a shower, changed into clean clothes and sat down, he suddenly sneezed violently.

"Ah!"

Ji Tong, who was sitting next to him playing computer, looked sideways: "Ah! You are not allowed to sneeze at me!"

Liang Yuchen turned his head hastily, just as he was about to say sorry, but it felt like there were countless fluffs in his nose, itching and stuffy, he sneezed one after another, and couldn't stop.

Then two rashes appeared on the arm, and the respiratory tract immediately became tight.

Ji Tong was taken aback by this appearance, he hurriedly pushed the person onto his bed and leaned against him, and he didn't dare to approach him for half a step, he thought to himself, don't have some strange disease, and then it will be infected to me.

"Mom, Mom!" He opened the door and shouted, "Come quickly!"

The two people in the master bedroom hurried over when they heard his panicked voice, Hu Aihua asked, "What's wrong?"

"He, he," Ji Tong hid two meters away, pointing to Liang Yuchen who was leaning on the head of the bed, "He's not quite right."

Liang Changlei rushed over in one step: "Son, what's the matter?"

But just for a while, Liang Yuchen's eyelids were already swollen, and he sneezed twice before answering——

A sneeze!

The wooden bed seemed to be shaken violently by his body.

After all, Father Liang felt sorry for his son, so he hurriedly got up to check, and immediately found out the culprit: the pot of tiger-headed jasmine.

"Why are there potted flowers here?" He frowned and said, "Yuchen is allergic to pollen, so you can't put flowers in the room."

ah?hay fever?Ji Tong stood in the center blankly.It's just a potted flower, can it be so powerful?

Father Liang didn't wait for anyone to answer, he bent down and moved the potted plant outside the gate.

Hu Aihua turned around and went back to the living room to take the only anti-allergic medicine at home, and sat on the bedside and asked softly: "Yuchen, Yuchen, is it uncomfortable? Take a look, can you take this medicine?"

Before he could reach out, his father had already rushed back.

"Let me see... this medicine is not good, it doesn't work for him, I have to go out and buy another one. Huahua, take care of him for a while, I'll be back soon."

Hu Aihua sent her husband out, brought a cup of warm water into the house, and brought it to Liang Yuchen's mouth for him to drink.

Ji Tong recovered from his initial surprise.But it's allergies that make such a big fight.Seeing how his mother and stepfather cared about Liang Yuchen, he felt that he was quite redundant, there was no room for him in the room, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Come back!" Hu Aihua stopped him.

"What are you doing?" He didn't turn around, he was still angry, and turned his back to the two filial mothers and sons beside the bed.

"I ask you, where did the flowers come from?"

Ji Tong glanced at her just now, and he was not justified, but also strong: "Aunt Xiulan gave it to me."

"Why did she send you this for no reason?"

Seeing his mother's scrutinizing eyes, he was stunned for a moment, like a firecracker being ignited, his self-esteem was broken to the ground.

"Do you suspect that I did it on purpose? I have something wrong with me! Who is he? Do you think I hurt him with potted flowers? You are acting in a TV series, mother!"

"No one suspects you," Hu Aihua reassured, "I'm just asking."

"It's nothing to do with Ji Tong." Liang Yuchen put the half-drunk water glass on the table next to him, his voice was a little rusty, "He doesn't know about my hay fever allergy at all, I never mentioned it to him."

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as he said it, Ji Tong was so angry that his relatives didn't recognize him.

"You don't pretend to be a good person here." He looked over, "If you don't always smell like a beggar, why would I bother to get potted flowers? You treat me like a gardener when I'm full!"

"Ji Tong!" Hu Aihua stood up and shouted at him sharply, "Pay attention to what you say!"

But Ji Tong was out of control, and then shouted: "I didn't pay attention, what's wrong with not paying attention? What did I say wrong? He just smells on him, don't believe me, you can smell it!"

"You want to piss me off!" Hu Aihua couldn't get off the stage, so he rushed up to fix him, but was stopped by Liang Yuchen.

"It's not Ji Tong's problem, it's because I sent the garbage to the disposal station a few times in the morning."

Roads are being built in front of the store, and garbage collection trucks can’t get in. Restaurants and fruit stands on the road have to use small carts to transport the large garbage cans in front of the door to the garbage disposal station 300 meters away.Not only did he have to deliver to his own family, but he also had to help the fast food restaurant next door that was full of girls.The smell of summer is inherently complex. The smell of rot, durian, and sweat is mixed together. How can it smell good?

Right in front of the two mothers and sons, Liang Yuchen finished explaining, turned his head and sniffed at his shoulder, and narrowed his eyes: "But it was cleaned just now."