The landlord fools me every day

During those few steps, Yang Zekui turned his gaze slightly to the side, looking at Zhang Zhushi's smiling face in a daze, and his heart skipped a beat.

Maybe he is still not on the same line with him after all.

Under the educational concept of putting oneself first for many years, the idea of ​​putting oneself first has been deeply rooted in his mind, so that at this critical moment, the first thing Yang Zekui thinks of is himself.

Sorry.

He whispered in his heart.

The merry-go-round went round and round, Yang Zekui kept silent, and sat quietly watching Zhang Zhu, who was addicted to playing, cheering and sitting over and over again, just like a child.

Thinking of this, Yang Zekui's eyes dimmed.

indeed.

This guy is as simple as a child, and he can tell all his plans and goals to the opponent's son, and sincerely ask the opponent to reach a friendly "cooperation" with him.

"Tch," Yang Zekui sneered, curling the corners of his lips sarcastically, "Really." Sure enough, this guy still has too little experience in the world.

All in all, in the near future, he could use himself to teach Zhang Zhushi a lesson.

Yang Zekui closed his eyes, silenced the noisy voices around him, and immersed himself in his own tranquility for a while.

A moment later, a warm and playful voice broke in, "I want to sit again!"

Yang Zekui opened his eyes to look at him, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Then, he looked at Zhang Zhu and ran to the queue excitedly.

At that time, the sky was getting dark, and there were not many people here, only Zhang Zhushi, a Trojan horse enthusiast, was queuing, leaving, queuing, and leaving.

On the side that Yang Zekui couldn't see, Zhang Zhushi suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at the scene around him calmly, as if the double-speed button was pressed.

After returning from the amusement park, it was Zhang Zhushi who drove Yang Zekui back on his bicycle.

On the quiet path, Yang Zekui heard him ask a random question.

Zhang Zhushi said: "You said, can time turn around like a merry-go-round?"

Yang Zekui, who was sitting in the backseat and was grabbing the hem of his clothes, poked him bluntly: "Don't be stupid, time is something that is gone forever and cannot be turned back. Don't just sit on the merry-go-round a few more times today. To have such silly fantasies."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhushi did not give an answer, but only accelerated the speed of his feet.

When going downhill in a hurry, Yang Zekui subconsciously hugged his waist: "Are you sick?! Are you riding so fast downhill?!"

Zhang Zhushi's laughter scattered in the wind: "It's okay, you're happy!"

Like a parent, Yang Zekui sternly taught him: "Why are you happy?! Don't you know that you are so dangerous?! In case you get your driver's license and go on the main road in the future, you still drive like this. What accident happened? Who will collect your body?!"

Zhang Zhushi turned his head and said in a frivolous tone, "You~"

Yang Zekui was speechless, and didn't want to talk to him, but just reminded him: "Look ahead!"

That evening, their shadows had been elongated by the setting sun and fell in the endless fields.

The youthful vigor and joy exclusive to the two of them, mixed with the fragrance of the rice, grew wantonly for a long time.

Even if they forget something in the future, there will always be this beauty that will help them remember today's memories.

That night, after parking his bicycle, Zhang Zhushi stood at the door of Yang Zekui's room and refused to leave.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, Deskmate, Boss, Landlord!" Zhang Zhushi yelled these titles endlessly, trying to impress Yang Zekui, who was stubbornly blocking the door, "Please! Just one night! I'll leave after tonight!"

In the end, Yang Zekui, who resisted to no avail, simply gave up struggling.

When he looked at Zhang Zhu who came into the house, he raised his eyebrows: "That's one night."

The next night, the familiar scene played out again.

Yang Zekui pressed against the door with all his might, "Damn it! Didn't you say it was just one night yesterday?!"

Zhang Zhushi defended himself with reason and evidence: "That's true! It's just that what I said today happened to collide with what I said yesterday!"

finally--

Yang Zekui, who was unable to compete with Zhang Zhushi's strength again, was ashamed: Damn, this guy has not only grown in size and body, but also in strength.

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

Then, facing Zhang Zhu's charming face, Yang Zekui helplessly raised his forehead: "Okay, okay, just one more night."

On the third night since that day in the amusement park, when Yang Zekui watched the familiar scene play out around that poor door again, he only struggled a few times symbolically, then sighed and let go of his hand quietly.

"Don't talk about the lines," he avoided looking at Zhang Zhushi, who was cheeky, "you can come in."

Zhang Zhushi excitedly said, "Okay!"

In the next few days, looking at someone's extra luggage at home, Yang Zekui felt more and more tired.

Meow, why did he work so hard to change the accommodation booked by that guy Zhang Zhushi?

Isn't it just to torture him for a while before putting him in the bag? !

As a result, why do I feel that this thick-skinned guy just skipped the previous link by relying on his shamelessness? !

Hehe, I really answered that sentence: people are shameless, and the world is invincible.

In the middle of the night, Yang Zekui was leaning on the balcony to send a message, the cigarette in his mouth puffing out as he sighed one after another.

"Aren't you sleeping so late?" Zhang Zhushi in the room woke up at some point, and walked over slowly, rubbing his messy hair sleepily.

"Ang," Yang Zekui turned off the phone screen, looked back at him, "I can't sleep, come out to get some air."

After being blown by the wind, Zhang Zhushi, who was mostly sleepy, realized the spark idea caught between Yang Zekui's fingers: "Are you smoking?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth, walked up, and leaned against the railing side by side with Yang Zekui: "In the middle of the night, it's fine if you don't sleep, but you still come to the balcony to blow hair and smoke, tsk, you don't feel any pain." Do you want to imitate more in Secondary School?"

Yang Zekui ignored him and raised his hand to take another breath.

But just reaching halfway, Zhang Zhushi snatched it away.

He directly grabbed Yang Zekui's wrist, curiously: "What does smoke smell like?"

Immediately, he took a deep breath.

"Cough, cough!" Suddenly, Zhang Zhushi, who was choked again and again, with tears rolling in his eyes, had scarlet eyes, "Cough! Damn! Cough!"

Yang Zekui froze for a moment, then was amused.

He stubbed out the cigarette, and laughed at him like an idiot: "The little kid who hasn't even grown his hair, don't smoke like my big brother."

After finally recovering, Zhang Zhushi curled his lips in disdain: "Cut!" It's obvious that he is older than him!

Speechless.

The two of them kept silent while blowing the warm summer night air, and no one spoke to break the silence.

Maybe it was knowing that there would be no chance in the future.

Zhang Zhushi slightly curled his lips, and asked Yang Zekui beside him with a smile, "Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Yang Zekui glanced at him, and lightly denied: "No, don't make such jokes, I'm a straight man."

"Oh... straight man," Zhang Zhushi read the key words in his words, "then there is no other way."

Turning around, he waved his hand casually: "Let's go, I will continue to sleep, so you can continue to blow your strong wind."

In the elegantly decorated high-rise office, Zhang Hezhi and Zhang Yonghui looked at the photos projected on the big screen, and the photos of Yang Zekui and Zhang Zhushi's play today looked at each other speechlessly.

Instead, Zhang Hezhi, who reacted first, turned off the screen and removed the kiss photo of the two from Zhang Yonghui.

He glanced at him indifferently: "Although, the relationship between these two people is a bit... er, not too..."

Even if I didn't say the following words, I believe that as long as Zhang Yonghui is not an idiot, he can understand it quickly.

He frowned, clasped his fingers on the desk, pondered for a moment and then said: "It's okay, don't worry about it, just keep looking for someone to watch him over there, he probably just—forget it."

Zhang Hezhi pretended to be puzzled: "What do you think?"

Zhang Yonghui covered his forehead with his palm: "It's okay, you can go out."

If you listen carefully to Zhang Hezhi's answering voice, you can find a slight tremor hidden in it: "Okay." That's because he was holding back so tightly that he didn't laugh outright.

As soon as he went out, before he had time to close the door, Zhang Yonghui, who was already dark-faced, heard laughter from the door.

Zhang Hezhi laughed, and then said without any sincerity: "Ahahaha! I'm sorry dad, I'll take it right away hahaha!"

Zhang Yonghui gritted his teeth, his fist was hardened: "You brat!"

Zhang Hezhi turned a deaf ear, and closed the door extremely slowly: "Ahahaha!"

Three days later, Zhang Zhushi, who was asked to meet at a small restaurant nearby, strode towards Yang Zekui, who was sitting in the corner.

As soon as he sat down, he spread the salted fish on the chair, shook his collar and said, "It's so boring here."

Yang Zekui on the opposite side poured him wine on his own, without saying a word.

Immediately, under the attack of Zhang Zhushi's chattering, he frowned almost imperceptibly, and interrupted him: "Today is my birthday."

As he spoke, he slowly pushed the small glass in his hand over: "Happy birthday to me."

Zhang Zhushi glanced at the glass of white wine lightly, didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and took a sip directly: "Cough, cough cough!"

Faced with Yang Zekui's surprised gaze, he casually wiped the moisture from the corners of his lips with his fingertips.

"Okay, of course I have to help you celebrate your birthday." He grabbed the white wine on the table and poured himself another glass, "Today we won't go home until we're drunk."

Yang Zekui looked at him quietly, as if trying to read his heart through his appearance.

After a while, when Zhang Zhushi raised his hand to drink the third cup, he persuaded with a slightly anxious tone: "Okay, drink less, minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Zhang Zhushi had a smile on his lips and ignored him.

After drinking the white wine in the glass, he shook his head in a daze to stay awake, and then smiled at Yang Zekui foolishly.

"Yang Zekui, I wish you a happy birthday." He smiled, his teeth were bright and beautiful, "Although I didn't celebrate my 17th birthday before, I must—"

"Bang" sound.

Zhang Zhushi fell asleep with his head on the table.

As expected, Yang Zekui narrowed his eyes silently: "..."

If you can't drink it, don't drink it, what kind of adult are you pretending to be.

He quietly rolled his eyes, took the cup in hand and took a sip.

Um?and many more……

How does this Sprite taste...

"Weird, weird..." Yang Zekui, who gradually became dizzy, stared at the double image of the wine glass that appeared in his hand for a moment.

Then, there was a "boom".

The wine glass in Yang Zekui's hand rolled to the ground, and he also hit his head on the table, maintaining a funny head-to-head relationship with Zhang Zhushi who was opposite him.

Well, since they are both drunk, now the two of them can probably rest assured that they don't have to worry about taking care of each other who may be drunk.