blame at every turn

"Here, dear, here is your pocket money." Yue Qin clenched his hand tightly, and a round coin leaked out, "There is no food at home, go and buy me a pack of spicy sticks ,be quick."

Yang Ya withdrew his hand, a little confused: "Why should I buy it?"

"Because you are a husband, father wants to love mother, and husband wants to love wife."

"What does téng mean?"

Yue Qin pinched Yang Ya: "Does it hurt?"

Yang Ya took a breath, rubbed his arms and nodded vigorously.

"These two are the same word, but their meanings are reversed." Yue Qin looked a little complacent because of his "knowledge". "The pain just now was to make you feel uncomfortable. The 'pain' of 'husband wants to love his wife' means you love me and don't want me to feel uncomfortable. You want to help me with everything. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

But Yang Ya still can't understand: "Then how do you know that father loves mother and husband loves wife? My parents want to make each other feel uncomfortable every day. You don't have a father. Who told you?"

Yue Qin was choked by him, and his cheeks turned red: "That's what it says in the painting books."

"You also know that it's a picture book, it's for children."

Being lectured by a child younger than himself, the red on Yue Qin's cheeks burned all the way to the ears: "But playing house is also a game played by children. Otherwise, why is it called a game?"

Yang Ya didn't understand what he was saying.

The age gap of three years is still very large for children of their age.

Yang Ya didn't remember who bought the spicy strips at the end, he only remembered that they still ate the spicy strips later on, one pack per person, and Yue Qin ate until his mouth was covered with a thick layer of spicy oil.

Although Yang Ya doesn't like Yue Qin, he still likes spicy strips.Few children of his age can withstand the temptation of spicy strips.

Because no matter who bought it, Yue Qin paid for the spicy strips. After eating the spicy strips, Yang Ya did not forget that he was still playing "play house" with Yue Qin, and called Yue Qin very generously. wife.

Yue Qin folded the bag of hot sticks into small squares, and was about to throw it into the trash can, when he heard him yelling, he suddenly turned around and said, "Yang Ya, shall we keep playing house like this from now on?"

"why?"

Yang Ya was a little unhappy.

He didn't want to face Yue Qin, an annoying person, every day, but he really wanted to be able to eat spicy noodles every day.

"Because I don't have the love of my father, and you don't have the love of my mother. We can just make a couple." Yue Qin trotted back and took Yang Ya's hand, "I will spoil you in the future, you have to love me well."

Yang Ya didn't immerse himself in the memory for too long.

A specially set ringtone forcibly dragged him back to reality. Yang Ya was stepping on the ladder to pack Liang Hairuo's things. When he heard the ringtone, he was so frightened that his feet slipped and fell directly between the two horizontal bars. The waist and the back of the head were bumped back and forth, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

He clutched his waist and walked around to the bedside to pick up his phone. Seeing that it was only six o'clock, he cursed casually, but when he realized that it was Yue Qin who called, he stuffed the dirty words back into his stomach.

Yang Ya pondered for a while, then picked up the phone and said "Hello" in a gentle voice.

"I'm leaving the station." Yue Qin's voice sounded a little tired, and was shattered by the noisy background sound behind him, "Do you have anything to eat? I'll bring you some on the way."

Yang Ya originally wanted to say no.

But he estimated the time it would take to take a taxi from the subway station to the company, glanced at the stinky socks hanging unopened at the end of Liang Hairuo's bed, and pinched himself: "Yes~ I want to eat jujube flower cakes and handmade eggs from Daoxiang Village Roll, drink white peach oolong tea from Michelle Bingcheng, and roast duck from Zhouji."

Halfway through Yang Ya's words, the sound of flipping books behind him stopped.Shao Mingyu coughed twice exaggeratedly, Yang Ya turned his head and gave him a middle finger.

Yue Qin was silent for a while, then said softly, "Okay. I'll call you later when I get downstairs in the dormitory, and I will trouble you to come out and pick me up then."

Yang Ya responded again and again, and when Yue Qin hung up the phone, he took a deep breath, wiped his sleeves, and was about to remove the guardrail at the end of Liang Hairuo's bed, when he heard Shao Mingyu's learned "Hello" behind him. .

"Yes, Xiao Yang, did you find a boyfriend or a mother to spoil you so much?" He gloated over and patted Yang Ya's shoulder, "Hey, don't panic, there's still time. Remember the empty room opposite the public toilet? You put Liang Er and Liang San's things there first, so you don't have to tidy them up. With your strength, it will be quick."

Yang Ya thinks his idea is good.

He did so, and began to move furiously into the empty room.

Although Liang Hairuo and Liang Haixi's things are not very clean, the empty room has not been cleaned for a long time, and the dust on the floor is one centimeter thick. Considering the years of friendship, Yang Ya still didn't just throw everything on the ground. They were symbolically divided into the next categories and piled up on two lower bunks.

Once people are busy, they have no concept of time.

Yang Ya moved very quickly, so he didn't realize how long time had passed. He moved two or three times like this, and when he walked the third time to get Liang Haixi's things, Shao Mingyu sent him out of the dormitory door with his hands behind his back, like He was hiding something. When he came back, Shao Mingyu was still looking at him at the door.

In the end, Yang Ya pinched his nose and pursed his lips tightly, and took off the socks of the two brothers and put them in a basin. When he was about to take them out, he heard a person's footsteps, and his first reaction was to stuff the basin under the bed, and put his hands on it. After wiping the head of the bed, he rushed out.

Sure enough, he managed to intercept Yue Qin who was looking around looking for a room at the door of the dormitory.

Yue Qin almost bumped into him, subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing Yang Ya panting, looking like he was alive after a catastrophe, Yue Qin asked with concern, "Why are you so tired?"

"I'm fine," Yang Ya wanted to rest on his shoulders for a while, but when he thought that his hands had just touched the Liang brothers' smelly socks, he withdrew them again, "Yue Qin, why did you come up by yourself? Call me to pick you up?"

"I did." Yue Qin stood on tiptoe and freed up his hand to help Yang Ya straighten some messy hair. "Your roommate picked it up, saying that you were busy packing things—do you need help?"

"……Need not."

Gritting his teeth, Yang Ya scolded his roommates one by one in his heart: "I've already cleaned up."

"Okay," Yue Qin nodded, he wanted to see what Yang Ya's room looked like, but was blocked by Yang Ya's shoulder, so he didn't insist, "Why do you want to pack your things now, are you going to try out the play?" ?”

"No." Yang Ya made up his mind that he was about to abandon his three inhuman roommates now, so he leaned into Yue Qin's ear and said aggrievedly, "We're moving the dormitory, brother, there's a newcomer in the company. Ask me to give up the room and live alone."

The author says:

Tomorrow, I will be arrested to meet the Seventh Aunt and Eighth Uncle. Here, I would like to wish everyone a Happy New Year! (*?ω<)?