A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

When he woke up, Song Zhiyu saw a panda with two panda eyes.

"What's the matter, just for a while, you still went to the zoo to be an animal?" Song Zhiyu said, "By the way, where is the Xiabai clay figurine?"

Zhou Cheng said quietly: "He is crying bitterly in a corner because he was beaten up by a panda in the zoo." Zhou Cheng's tone was rare.

Song Zhiyu was speechless. After a moment of silence, he said to Zhou Cheng, "You two...are you children?"

……

When taking a bath at night, because the water heater in his hometown is solar-powered and has been in disrepair for a long time, Xia Baini, who knows this well, hides in the house all afternoon and does not see anyone, but when it is time to take a bath, he is still the first one to take a bath. No chance for the next two people to react.

"Old Zhou, get your change of clothes and get ready here, I'll come as soon as I go." Song Zhiyu said.

"What are you doing out there?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"I went to the door to watch. If he dared to stay in there for too long without us washing, I would just throw him out."

"Please let me do this matter." Zhou Cheng's expression turned serious.

Xia Baini really planned something wrong. A boy spent nearly an hour taking a bath in summer.During this period, his singing voice resounded in the empty room. The songs sang from "Mouse Loves Rice" to "The Most Dazzling Family Style".

While Zhou Cheng was taking a bath, Song Zhiyu took the opportunity to treat the wounds on his body, but luckily they were mostly bruises.There were a few scratches, so he applied alcohol and put on a few band-aids. He didn't know if the position of the stickers was right or not.

When it was Song Zhiyu's turn to take a bath, the water flow was obviously much smaller than at the beginning.

"As long as I am fast enough, the crisis of water shortage will never come to me." Song Zhiyu quickly grabbed his hair a few times, and then soaped it up.

Unfortunately, when he turned on the shower again, the shower only miserably let out a few drops of water, and then became completely dumb.

"Life is in crisis, what should I do if the water stops halfway through the shower?"

"Especially when the whole body is full of foam." Song Zhiyu was still holding the soap he had just used up, lost in thought.

His first reaction was to call Zhou Cheng for help, but the words reached his throat and he swallowed them back.Because he recalled what happened by the river in the afternoon, although he was not fully awake at the time, he still felt something vaguely.He didn't dare to think about it carefully, as soon as the thought of reminiscing came up in his mind, his scalp would feel numb.

"What if it's my own illusion?"

"But if it's my own delusion, then another question arises: Why did I have such an illusion? Does it mean that I actually have that tendency?" This is another question that Song Zhiyu dare not think about carefully. up.

"Xia Baini doesn't need to think about it, it's not bad if he doesn't peek at his jokes in the corner." Song Zhiyu quickly came up with another solution: plan B, ignore the foam all over his body, and simply put on his clothes, Then go outside and fetch yourself a bucket of water.

Song Zhiyu was about to take back the clothes on the stool outside with lightning speed, but just as he opened the door a small crack, he was so angry that he almost lost his breath: there are no clothes outside the door, and even There was no bench, only a fat cat sleeping on its stomach.

"Xia Baini is indeed a child who will never grow up. He has grown up for more than two years, and he still likes to do such boring things." Song Zhiyu sighed.

"I really want to kill him." Song Zhiyu said this very calmly.

He kicked Da Huang next to him with his slippers: "Da Huang, can you help me bring back the clothes that are drying outside?"

"Meow."

The fat cat Rhubarb reluctantly took a few steps forward, and nestled into a ball again.

Song Zhiyu threw the soap in his hand in an attempt to attract Rhubarb's attention.A piece of white soap with foam drew a perfect parabola in the air, and it slid for a while after landing.It's a pity that no matter how burly Rhubarb is, no matter how vigorous his skills are, he is still only a cat, not a dog.Rhubarb just looked up lazily, the cat licked his dirty meat pad with his tongue, and then left without looking back.

Song Zhiyu tried hard to tell himself to be calm, and not to do stupid things like asking a beast to take his clothes for him.

"Plan C: If I'm fast enough, no one will actually see it..." Song Zhiyu had such a thought in his mind.

The premise is that you are fast enough.

He silently made more foam on his body, and then a little more, in a vain attempt to use the foam to make himself a dress, and then gently pushed the door open.

He tiptoed first, well, without anyone noticing himself.

"Okay, it's make or break."

He's going all out, go!

……

half way

"Song Zhiyu? You..."

The "bubble man" Song Zhiyu was so lucky that he was bumped into by Zhou Cheng who came out to pour water.

"Ah?" Song Zhiyu subconsciously looked back and froze in place.He happened to walk into the courtyard, and there was a certain distance from him in the bunkers all around, so he couldn't avoid it for a while.

Holding the water glass, Zhou Cheng also froze in place.

"Haha, I'm in good shape, right?" After saying this, Song Zhiyu wished he could dig into the ground, and he really didn't know which pot to open and which pot to lift.

"Haha, that's good. Hey, what is this white thing on the ground?" In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Zhou Cheng bent down to pick up the piece of white soap that Song Zhiyu had just thrown out.

The picture is moving in an even more indescribable direction.

"You, you, you, don't move!" Song Zhiyu didn't care about his current appearance at this time, and rushed over, hoping to regain some of his little dignity before Zhou Cheng picked up the piece of soap.But he forgot that he was still a "bubble man". As soon as he started running, the slippers under his feet slipped, and he couldn't help but lean back.

Zhou Cheng held the back of his head firmly, and asked intriguingly, "So can you explain what happened?"

"Uh...there's no water..." Song Zhiyu said softly.

"Then you go back and wait for me for a while, I'll get you some water, okay?"

"Ok."

"By the way, I want to ask, is it possible that you have an underdeveloped cerebellum? I think you seem to fall easily." Zhou Cheng was very serious, and really cared about this issue.

"Bold, who gave you the guts to question my brain? Even if it's a cerebellum, it won't do." Song Zhiyu said.

……

"If you encounter similar things in the future, you can call me for help." Zhou Cheng squatted at the door, he scooped up a ladle of water, and slowly poured it on Song Zhiyu's back.As soon as the water reaches the body, it can't wait to wash away the foam.

Song Zhiyu never thought that the water flowing on his body would feel such a big feeling, not because the running water drowned the pain of the wound, but more like the water molecules turned into countless little hands, scratching his skin desperately, itching.Every time Zhou Cheng poured water, he couldn't help but take a step back, and finally almost shrank to the corner of the wall.

"Did the injury on your body be caused in the afternoon?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Ha, it's a small matter. These are men's medals." Song Zhiyu pretended to be indifferent and scratched his back, but his expression with his back to Zhou Cheng immediately became richer.Not to mention scratching, even a light touch with his fingertips would make him feel pain.

"I really want to beat that black skin again." Zhou Cheng said angrily.

Song Zhiyu laughed awkwardly when he heard this, and said, "I always thought you were a very good-tempered person who never got angry. It's rare to see you like this today, and it's quite strange."

"That was in front of you."

Zhou Cheng almost blurted out.When Zhou Cheng realized what he had just said, there was nothing left to make up for the words and the water that was thrown out.He could only silently scoop up another ladle of water, pretending that nothing happened.

"Are you an old lady celebrating Songkran? It's so slow to sprinkle water." Song Zhiyu quickly turned around and grabbed the ladle from Zhou Cheng's hand, then kicked him out of the door.

"I'll do it myself." The voice was indistinct amidst the sound of the ladle hitting the barrel and the running water washing the ground.

"Well, remember to call me if you have something to do." Zhou Cheng said.

"wait…"

"I'm here." Zhou Cheng immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Could you... pass me the laundry that's hanging out."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Song Zhiyu in the bathroom seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and slowly squatted down while leaning on the wall.He tugged at his two ears in annoyance, feeling that they were extremely hot.He sneaked up on his heart and felt that it seemed to be beating faster than usual.

How could two big men be so coy?It was fine before, so why is it different now?

The rainy southern summer heats up like a huge steamer. Even if Zhou Cheng fled and rushed out of the house, he still felt that the heat on his body could not be dissipated.It seems that only the white shirts hanging on the clothesline and fluttering in the wind are the only coolness in the whole summer.

Zhou Cheng was very tall, and he easily touched the white shirt as soon as he stretched out his hand.Looking at the clothes lying flat in his hands, he hesitated a little, but still moved his face closer.

At first, it was just a light touch, maybe because it felt really comfortable, and buried the whole face in the white shirt.

The clothes didn't have any particularly obvious smell, only the smell of being exposed to the sun and washed with soap, but he couldn't help smelling it several times.

The neighbor dog barks.

Zhou Cheng woke up suddenly, he realized that he looked like a pervert just now.