suddenly tired

How wonderful Ji Sumian was in the past, how terrified Zhong Lei is now.He couldn't figure it out. After more than a year, was his obedience all a show?Why do you want to perform for yourself?He knows who he is, but still pretends not to know him. What exactly does he want?He smashed the castle that he had carefully built beyond recognition, and at this moment, a grudge grew in his heart in the cracks of these ruined walls.

When he was lying on the bed, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature left by Ji Sumian. He liked to put his feet between his thighs, saying that it was so warm, and then put his hands into his pajamas, and pasted him on his back, saying that he would hug him like this. Be at ease.He thought, is it possible that Ji Sumian is some kind of demon or evil ghost, occupying a lovely, pure body, then clinging to him, eroding him, spreading the ghostly breath to the whole house, and then penetrating into him from every pore His body—he was so sick of thinking about the situation that he retched a bit before realizing that he had missed several meals and that his stomach was digesting itself.

Zhong Lei got up to cook two eggs, picked up the egg with one hand and picked up the bowl with the other hand, knocked it into the bowl twice, then froze, or change to fried eggs, thinking about fried eggs, but He picked up the frying pan and connected the water.

He was almost amused by himself, he just wanted to eat two eggs, but he could make every step wrong, his hands seemed to have their own thoughts, and they were not on the same line as his brain.He shook his head and poured out the water in the pot again, but he couldn't hold it firmly. The pot fell to the ground, and the water on the ground was broken, and the handle of the pot was broken.

A cook who even smashed his eating utensils.

When Zhong Lei appeared at the door of Lao Fang's house with a broken pot, he was stunned to create a menacing aura, and Lao Fang asked, "Are you... fighting with a pot?"

"The handle is broken." He handed it over, thinking about the origin of the pot, and then said, "Cut, it's the same style, it's not strong at all."

The owner of this pot brought him a love that rushed like a waterfall. It came slowly from a distance, but rushed away. The potential energy generated by the huge drop smashed him into the bottom of the water, and there was no way to escape.

He asked, "Can it still be repaired?"

Lao Fang took it over and looked at the pot, then looked up at him again: "I can't fix your heart, but there is nothing wrong with this pot."

"roll!"

"The rivet is broken, just take it off and reinstall it."

Zhong Lei was silent for a long time, but he still asked, "Have you seen him?"

"I've seen it. The kid gave me an elbow. It's delicious, even better than yours."

"Then you can find him later, instead of me."

"That won't work. You can't eat big elbows every day. Money can stand it, but the stomach can't stand it."

"……What did he say?"

"Drop your soul and say you did something wrong."

"Oh."

"Take it easy, it's almost over, after all, you are still young, and usually sensible children will always mess up sometimes."

"Oh, you don't understand."

Lao Fang looked up at him, smiled and shook his head, and continued to knock on the rivets without speaking.

Zhong Lei said in his heart that there is no way to explain or figure out this matter. He can't say that he has low self-esteem because of the past, and he doesn't want to show that part in front of his lover, so he simply doesn't talk about it.

On the way back, he went to the old Zhang's pan fried shop, entered the door and called Uncle, asking for a fresh pan fried pan fried.In the past, it was hung on the door in the morning, and sometimes it was taken late, and it affected the taste when it was cold. This time it was rare for him to sit in the store and really be a customer for a while.Lao Zhang greeted him cheerfully, saying that he was too busy to talk to you later. Aunt Zhang was a real person, so she took out the stuffing and wrapped it with crab roe and crab meat for him.

When the fried rice was served, Lao Zhang sat down and asked him how he was doing, but he was called away before chatting for a few words. It seemed that the business was really good, and Zhong Lei was also happy.It is said that this steamed stuffed bun is really fragrant, and the ingredients are also really good. The ratio of crab roe and crab meat is very high. After one bite, you can see the golden soup rushing out. He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the steamed stuffed bun after taking a bite. Photo, habitually wanted to share with that person, and stopped again.

Ji Sumian loves to eat crabs. He has made fried blue crabs with green onions and ginger, curry breaded crabs, spicy crabs, and fried crabs in typhoon shelters, not to mention the steamed hairy crabs after the Mid-Autumn Festival. He especially likes them all.Only once, when he heard that he bought swimming crabs, he was not very interested. He pouted and said that the swimming crabs were yellow and tasteless. Zhong Lei didn’t say anything. Brother Lei’s crab is sweet, and Lei’s meat is so tender and tender!”

The crabs made by Zhong Lei were too troublesome for him to eat, so he sat alone at the small dining table and ate them for a long time. When he was satisfied, he looked up at him, like the little angels on the murals of European churches, with round eyes, full forehead and cheeks. He was a little fleshy, and his lips gleamed deliciously. At that time, he seemed to be able to hear the melodious sound of the organ behind him, but the next second, the music stopped, the situation changed suddenly, and the angel turned into a little devil.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhong Lei drove the car downstairs to Junwei for no reason, and parked in the parking space where he often parked. The security guards at the door knew each other, so he nodded and went in.He didn't leave in a hurry, turned off the fire, leaned back halfway in his chair, and stared at the door of the hall.

Just after four o'clock, the man ran out of the door, turned around and waved at the person in the door, probably didn't see himself, he continued to run, Zhong Lei was sitting there, looking through the windshield, Watch him run to the bus stop.Today is the day when he goes to teach Qiao Qiao. Usually, he puts the textbooks in the car in the morning, and Zhong Lei picks him up and goes to class. Now he can't do it anymore, he needs to hold him by himself.That pile of books is still very important, and the handbag that Zhong Lei has helped him carry countless times is now hung on his shoulder with his backhand, "Can't you find a backpack", Zhong Lei said in his heart.

Ji Sumian was sitting at the bus stop with her bag at her feet and her arms hanging down. She was listless, probably tired.Usually, as soon as he got in the car, he would tell Zhong Lei anecdotes about the company on twitter, saying who bought him coffee, who helped him, complained about the leader, gossiped about colleagues, and reported everything in detail. Zhong Lei's ears were already clean For many days, the child who talked a lot waited decadently at the bus stop.

Watching him get into the car, Zhong Lei clicked on his mobile phone to take the order and drove away from Junwei Building.

After Ji Sumian left, Zhong Lei didn't really want to stay at home. He used to have one day off on weekends, but now he doesn't.At first, he didn't feel much. It wasn't until the company meeting at the end of the month that his mileage was much higher than others and he got an extra bonus. Then he realized that he hadn't been at home for a long time.

On this Sunday morning, he saw Ji Sumian again, this time at the stadium. He sent a guest to play football, parked the car next to the stadium, went to the bathroom, and was about to get in the car and drive away , saw him on the basketball court.

He didn't get in the car, he leaned against the car to smoke, watching the basketball court under the sun is extremely lively, Zhong Lei closed his eyes, the red, green and blue court in front of him, and the colorful people running on the court are all in the same place. The sun shines with glaze-like light, making this world so vivid.

Ji Sumian has obviously been playing for a long time. He is wearing a black Mamba jersey. This jersey looks dynamic and powerful when worn by NBA players, but it looks a little loose when worn on him, like a child sneaking through his brother to show off. clothes.His exposed skin was a little red from the sun, and his muscles were slender, not strong, but by no means thin.He played the whole game under the sun, running with wet hair, like a hedgehog with fried hair. This is the appearance of a pure and passionate teenager. Zhong Lei saw the same youth from him as before, full and transparent.

Zhong Lei once advised him to socialize more, to have his own life, and to have friends who matched his age, but he always said no, it was enough for him to have Brother Lei to accompany him, but Zhong Lei pushed him out of the door in the end.

Just as he was thinking about it, the child squeezed into the basket and made a preparatory action of staring at the ball and bending over to jump up to grab a rebound. Zhong Lei chuckled in his heart, "I can still grab rebounds with this height and physique." Sure enough, Ji Sumian Jumping into the air, he was immediately hit. When he fell, the water droplets on his hair seemed to be able to throw an arc, and he fell heartily.Zhong Lei thought, this person is indeed not strong enough, but he has his own set of rhythms in playing, with cadence and ups and downs, like a dance.

Someone reached out and pulled him up from the ground. He jumped on the spot, smiled at the man, and ran to defend again.After a while, someone called a timeout. He went to the sidelines to drink water, picked up a towel and wiped his hair, and then found Zhong Lei.

This level of looking at each other from a distance is quite meaningful. Ji Sumian stood still in a daze, holding the water bottle in his hand but didn't put it in the mouth. He just held it like this. Although the distance between the two of them was not very far apart by the fence Zhong Lei can still clearly see him picking the plastic label on the bottle with his fingernails, that is his expression when he is nervous, subconscious, and cannot be acted out.At this moment, he even suspected that Ji Sumian's confession to him that day was all deliberately ironic, and the real him was what Zhong Lei thought.

I haven't seen him for many days, Zhong Lei's name has been hovering in his mind, and he can't erase it, and he doesn't want to erase it.He was too familiar with the action of Zhong Lei leaning on the car door to smoke, even if the sweat flowed into his eyes and made him unable to open them with stinging pain, he could tell it was him just by taking a look at this figure.Not daring to move, not going forward and not being willing to retreat, Ji Sumian didn't do anything except stand there.

Someone called him on the court, and Ji Sumian turned around to answer, and wiped his face, not knowing whether he was wiping sweat or tears.

Feeling worried for a while, Zhong Lei was extremely puzzled by the sudden guilt.

"He is really powerful," Zhong Lei thought in his heart, "One day, I will succumb to this power."