Take an inch

Chapter 4

On the next Saturday, He Yinghua got up late, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was already 10:30.

He got up from the sofa and woke up, only to find that there was no movement at home.

Taking advantage of going to the kitchen to pour water, he glanced at the bedroom, but there was no one on the bed.

He glanced at the bathroom, but didn't take it seriously.

He went to the kitchen to drink a glass of cold water and heated up a pot of boiling water. When the boiling water gurgled, he felt his bladder tightened a bit.

He hasn't peed since he came back in the middle of the night, and he habitually waits for a big bubble in the morning, but now he finds that he has to queue up to go to the toilet at his home.

He felt he could hold back.

He didn't eat anything all night, so he opened the cupboard and reached for a bucket of instant noodles, without even looking at it, his movements were so skillful.

After tearing off the lid to pour water in, he took a special look at the trash can at his feet.

There was already an empty bucket of instant noodles inside, which he cleaned up before he left yesterday. It seemed that the little brat had already found a place to eat yesterday.

After the noodles were soaked, He Yinghua glanced at the bathroom door, it was still closed.He estimated the time and calculated the capacity of his bladder. He should be able to go in and have a good time after eating the instant noodles.

So He Yinghua snorted and ate instant noodles in the kitchen.He couldn't sit on the sofa to eat, and felt that his bladder was uncomfortable while sitting there.

He finished the noodles and drank the soup, and the box was thrown into the trash can, and he felt a little bit overwhelmed.

He Yinghua didn't have time to wait and couldn't hesitate any longer, so he stepped forward and knocked on the toilet door: "Aren't you coming out yet?"

"...Hmm." It took a long time before there was any movement inside.

"Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore!"

"……constipate."

"..." He Yinghua groaned in his heart, what should we do? "You open the door, you pull your pee on the floor next to me!"

"...Butt hurts and I can't move." Fan Le may be really constipated, and He Yinghua could hear that his tone of voice was soft and uncomfortable.

Seeing that he refused to open the door, He Yinghua became impatient. After walking around the living room, he saw the kitchen.

He cautiously glanced at the bathroom, but did not hear the sound of tearing paper and wiping his butt, so he concluded that he would not come out for a while.

Then he ran to the kitchen to pick up the instant noodle bucket in the trash can. It might not be enough by visual inspection, so he simply threw the instant noodle bucket, stood on tiptoe, took out something and aimed it at the sink, relaxed, and peed out loudly.

This exhilaration was better than lying down and falling asleep after working all day, it was so good that he ignored any sound, and it was so good that he couldn't stop the flow until he had to finish urinating.

Fan Lela's butt was hurting, and he had been sitting for half an hour before He Yinghua knocked on the door. When the door knocked, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he simply got up and flushed, and went out with a cane to give way.

Unexpectedly, just after turning two steps, he saw He Yinghua standing in the kitchen in a strange posture, and turning two steps forward, he completely saw He Yinghua's movements.He was so startled that he stood two steps away from the kitchen door, staring blankly, forgetting what he was going to do, and suddenly remembered the can of Wanglaoji used to crack soot yesterday...

He Yinghua was in a good mood, dripped the last few drops and stuffed the thing into his pants, turned on the faucet and turned it left and right, trying to flush all the remnants into the sewer.

After that, I squeezed out another dose of dish soap, and then rinsed it with water to create a pile of foam, which successfully covered up the smell of urine.

After cleaning up, he turned around and walked out with ease.Just as I was about to rejoice that I was calm and resourceful, I suddenly found someone in front of me!

"Oh fuck!" He was startled, and leaned back at the same time.

Fan Le was still looking at him stupidly, his eyes were completely disgusted as if he was looking at an idiot.

Then he turned around on crutches and slowly moved to the sofa without expressing any meaning.

He Yinghua knew from that look in his eyes that he saw everything in that scene just now...

It just so happened that He Yinghua was going to a client with his boss today, so he took a shower, used pomade and sprayed on perfume, put on a neat suit and tie, took a change of clothes and went out.

He didn't intend to go home that day.

He Yinghua didn't know why he was so tense. When he left home, he brought the clothes he changed for the next day.

I see clients wearing suits, but T-shirts and jeans are more comfortable for work. I sit on a chair for a long time without moving. If the trousers are all pleated, I will definitely not be able to wear the suit the first day and the next day. Son.

He Yinghua got off work at twelve o'clock in the evening, and he was a little dazed when he got into the car with his clothes bag and computer bag.

Only now did he turn around, why did he bring a change of clothes when he went out?I don't want to go back to sleep when I think about something in the morning. I just peed in the kitchen, and I didn't pee on him!

I watched it after I saw it, and I went out with Da Chuaner and the others and peed in the bushes by the side of the road, but that was something that no one would watch after drinking too much in the middle of the night.

But it was his own home, so why should he hide out instead of that little bastard!

He looked at the bag of clothes thrown under the feet of the co-pilot and felt a little dazzling, as if he subconsciously made a move to avoid Fan Le, just like before.

When I was in high school, I couldn't help being a little bastard, so I packed my clothes and hid in the school dormitory, also for the sake of studying and looking clean.

Then hide now, that's his house!

The clothes underneath were really eye-catching, as if they were there just to show how troublesome he was.

When I was young, I avoided it because he was too lazy to argue with him and didn't have time to argue with him. Now I don't want to hide, so I care about it!

Without any hesitation, He Yinghua got into the car and headed straight home.

Wherever you want to go, it doesn't matter to you if you lie down and pee!

He arrived home before 12:30, opened the door to the living room, and turned on the light with a "snap", but there was no one on the sofa.

After entering the bedroom and turning on the light, Fan Le was indeed asleep on the bed.

He Yinghua frowned, and didn't worry about disturbing him anymore. He turned on the air conditioner with the remote control, and then went to take a shower.

He saw two or three buckets of instant noodles and several sausage skins in the trash can next to the coffee table in the living room. The bastard was good at eating them. The only two types of food in the house were all found.

He was naked when he returned to the bedroom after taking a shower. He was used to living alone in the past few years, and he didn't remember taking a change of clothes to take a shower.

He opened the closet door and found a vest and shorts, then sat down at the table and turned on the computer.

His computer desk is next to the bed, with a row of bookshelves on the other end.His desk is surprisingly wide, with a large monitor on top of it and a computer case underneath in addition to a laptop open.

He opened two in one breath, and by the way opened the computer he brought back and put it on the table.

The bedroom suddenly returned to the way he usually used it, as if no one was asleep on the bed next to him.

Fan Le next to him was sleepy and staring, the bright light made him a little uneasy, and he rubbed his head against the wall.

He Yinghua tapped on the keyboard. His laptop was also connected to an external keyboard. The sound of the keyboard was particularly loud, powerful and crisp.

Fan Le was not disturbed by the sound of typing on the keyboard, but after a while he started to sniff his nose, then reached out to fumble around, touched the towel kicked by the bed and covered his body, frowned dissatisfied, moved and went on Sleeping without opening eyes.

Within 2 minutes he sneezed against the wall and had to open his eyes.

The room was brightly lit, and Fan Le thought it was morning, but when he took out his phone, he saw that it was only after two o'clock in the middle of the night.

He Yinghua was typing on the keyboard next to him, not worried about disturbing him at all, and didn't give him a second look.

Fan Le sniffed: "...cold." He didn't pull at all, and it was a bit pitiful, maybe he just woke up and didn't have the strength to pull.

"Cold to the living room." He Yinghua frowned, wearing thin black-rimmed glasses, wishing he could not see it, his tone was as cold as the air conditioner in this room, and there was no room for negotiation.

Fan Le looked at He Yinghua's stinky face, staring at the computer wishing he could stare at the screen.He sat up and looked around. He didn't know what was written on the screen, and he couldn't see clearly from the sideways angle. His intuition seemed to be a program or something.

He touched the remote control on the table, and pressed the air conditioner unceremoniously, and the air conditioner turned off with a beep.

He lay down triumphantly and wrapped himself tightly in a towel.

Even the lights couldn't keep him from sleeping.

Probably He Yinghua also felt a little cold, so he turned on the air conditioner immediately as if there was no objection.After writing for about half an hour, the room felt hot again, and Fan Le, who was sleeping next to him, lifted the towel again because of the heat.

He Yinghua turned on the air conditioner with a beep, turned off the computer and went to sleep on the sofa.

Waking up in the morning, He Yinghua seemed to hear Fan Le blowing his nose twice, and later found that Fan Le looked at him with eyes full of displeasure.

The two stayed in the same room for less than a week, and the words they had said could be counted with both hands.It took less than half an hour to see each other. He Yinghua didn't feel uncomfortable, but he felt very refreshed by working next to Fan Le's ear every night, knocking on the program and turning on the light.

But the instant noodles and ham sausages went down a little too quickly, and the two bundles of fish sausages he bought last week in the refrigerator disappeared before he had time to eat them.

On Thursday morning, He Yinghua was not in a hurry to go to work.

"Go for a review today." While eating instant noodles in the kitchen, he saw Fan Le sitting on the sofa struggling to put on his shorts, but he didn't step forward to help.

He didn't worry about how Fan Le took care of himself these days, he was still alive and well, and he didn't hear his legs hurting at night.

"En!" Fan Le responded coldly in the living room.

"Have you got an appointment? If you don't have an appointment, you won't be able to make an appointment." It was the first time that He Yinghua spoke so many words to Fan Le, and it was more than one sentence.

"An appointment." The sofa was still cold.

He Yinghua wanted to say something else, but suddenly he was too lazy to move his mouth. He turned around and continued to eat instant noodles. There were three intestines soaked in it, only chicken and pork, and the fish was gone.

He Yinghua was sweating after eating this all morning, and the room was hot but the air conditioner was not turned on.

He didn't know whether Fan Le ate or not, anyway, Fan Le made himself a wheelchair when he just finished eating.

Fan Le simply didn't even have a cane, so He Yinghua pushed him out the door.

When it was time to get in the car, he supported the car and jumped into the back seat, and moved in with his straight legs.

After He Yinghua put the wheelchair in the trunk, Fan Le also sat down. He closed the door and went forward to drive.

On the way, he was too lazy to talk to Fan Le, and told the patient to pay attention to whether he had a cassette tape or money for his legs and feet, and he didn't say anything. He was not his mother, and he took care of his own affairs.

If Fan Le didn't give him a bad face, he would definitely make the atmosphere very harmonious. Unfortunately, Fan Le would never have a good face when he saw him, so He Yinghua didn't bother to bother.

There was a bit of a traffic jam on the way, He Yinghua heard movement behind him, the sound of something being torn apart, and after a while he asked about Xianger.

what to eat?

He raised his eyes and sneaked a peek at the back seat through the rearview mirror, as if Fan Le was holding a Snickers bar in his hand... there was more than one.

Where did it come from? His family didn’t have it. He bought it himself?

When did you buy it?

Where does a cripple buy a Snickers bar!

He Yinghua guessed for a long time, thinking that it must have been left to him by his father Fan Weiguo before he left, and the bastard actually has it in stock!

He Yinghua, who hadn't eaten snacks for a long time, couldn't help swallowing secretly.

Then I heard the movement of Fan Le eating Snickers bars in the back row gradually increased, and finally wished to "click" on purpose.

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