A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

After removing the cheap plastic wrapping from the wooden chopsticks, Zhou Cheng skillfully crossed the two chopsticks into a cross shape, and began to polish them carefully in order to remove the barbs on them.After making sure that the top of the stick became smooth, Zhou Cheng handed the chopsticks to Song Zhiyu.

The casserole, which was still boiling and bubbling, was about to calm down gradually.

"Hurry up, all the flowers I've been waiting for are gone. Why are you such a good old man?" Song Zhiyu imitated the accents of a well-known national four-player online competitive game and a classic popular drama in a certain region.

Zhou Cheng knew that Song Zhiyu was making fun of him, so he said a little embarrassedly: "Don't talk like that, it sounds weird, it feels a little bit out of harmony."

Song Zhiyu tapped Zhou Cheng's hand with his chopsticks, and said, "It's a pity that you are a fastidious monster who knows how to break peace! Why didn't you say it when you used disposable chopsticks as western restaurant knives and forks?"

With a sweep of chopsticks, you can pick up a neat row of vermicelli wrapped in soup, like a galaxy full of fireworks, and the sporadic and redundant chili seeds are small stars.

"Quick! Quick! Quickly, the soup is about to be spilled on the table."

"Don't panic, I'm here...ah! It's hot!"

"Fool, who told you to pick it up with your mouth?"

The middle-aged bald man in white sitting in the front seat silently took out a square scarf from his black suit pants and wiped the sweat from his forehead.He couldn't help feeling: "Young people nowadays are really energetic..."

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Young people are very energetic, and a bowl of casserole quickly bottoms out.Zhoucheng general attack, Song Zhiyu assisted.

"I'll take you home later." Zhou Cheng said naturally.

"Yes." Song Zhiyu agreed for the first time.

Most of the shops face the street with Prussian blue rolling doors, and every three to five shops are mixed with ambiguous rose-red light from the inside out.Zhou Cheng and Song Zhiyu didn't hold hands, let alone hook their shoulders, they just strolled slowly, one behind the other, separated by a shoulder distance.Is there any song or poem that says that the most beautiful thing is rolling the road~

American anthropologist Edward Hall divided the distance between people into four types: public distance, social distance, personal distance, and intimate distance.Among them, the close range is within about 15 centimeters, and the far range is between 15 centimeters and 44 centimeters.

Passing by street lights, the shadows of the two people moved from front to back and from back to front.At the end of the straight road, there was a fork in the end. The road signs with white poles and blue signs clearly read the words "Fork in the Road", one to the left and the other to the right.It was almost the end, Song Zhiyu slowed down, Zhou Cheng who was behind him didn't notice his subtle changes, and naturally turned to the left road.

Song Zhiyu said casually: "It seems that you don't need me to lead the way..."

Zhou Cheng froze, not knowing how to answer.The good relationship established with great difficulty must not be ruined because of his perverted and idiotic behavior.

After knowing each other for half a year, Song Zhiyu never told Zhou Cheng where his home was, nor did he intend to let him visit her home, even though the two of them are really close, maybe because of the strong wealth gap between high-end residential areas and factory buildings The inferiority complex produced by contrast may be because there is not even a window in my room.

Without security guards, and the useless, rusted safety gate, Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng came to the pitch-dark house without any lighting facilities without hindrance.There are not many houses, and the front one adopts the design of the Dalian Corridor, stretching from east to west with dozens of houses, some with lights on, some with lights off, and some with no one living there for a long time.The sound of broken pots and pans in the house that was still on could be heard clearly because of poor sound insulation.Women cry, men scold, little ones howl...

Song Zhiyu was very familiar with these voices. The howling sound like a slaughtered pig came from Aunt Li's son Xiong next door. He had tutored him a few times with his homework. Children are very stupid.

Naturally, it is impossible for a large corridor to have only one staircase. There are three, each of which is so dark that it is impossible to see the specific situation inside. Song Zhiyu's home is at the third staircase, commonly known as the third unit.

Standing at the door of Unit [-], Song Zhiyu said to Zhou Cheng, "Don't chase after me, I'm home."

This is a sentence from Xiaoshenyang. It may be that Song Zhiyu did not learn it well, or it may be that Zhou Cheng has never seen the sketch at all. He did not smile, but looked at Song Zhiyu gently and said, "I am here to watch you go upstairs. " Song Zhiyu had nothing to do with him, so he had to let him stand outside alone, and turned around to go up the stairs.

When the shoes stepped on a step and made a crisp stepping sound, the originally dark stairway suddenly became brightly lit.

The lights in the stairs had been broken for many years. Song Zhiyu, who was used to the darkness, was a little at a loss in the face of the sudden light. In a hurry, he looked back at Zhou Cheng in surprise, and his face became clear. His posture and face were covered by the halo.

Zhou Chengtou gave a bright smile: "That's great, I thought I hadn't fixed it. So it's just a little slow in responding."

Song Zhiyu's heart suddenly stopped for a beat, and suddenly he felt that the howling and screaming of the stupid child upstairs became more pleasant.But he still tried his best to make his voice sound calm: "When did you repair it?"

Zhou Cheng said, "It was the morning when we set off to grandma's house."

"Oh. You're really not afraid of being electrocuted!"

Song Zhiyu uttered a cruel word, and then ran upstairs. The key was inserted in the door lock several times, but the lock core was not right. Finally, he opened the door. go in.

"Bang!" The door closed.

"No, that's not what I want to say!" For the first time in his life, Song Zhiyu hated himself for not being frank.

Back in his room, looking at the furnishings of the room, Song Zhiyu walked to the bookcase like a ghost.But he didn't want to read at this time. Instead, he grabbed one end of the bookcase tightly with both hands and moved it sideways little by little.Move the bookcase an inch, and the things behind the wall will appear an inch. When the bookcase is completely removed, it is a window.

This is a window that has not been opened for a long time. When Song Zhiyu pushed it, he heard the difficult and obscure sound of iron scraping.Pushing open the window, it was a tightly decorated protective fence. Song Zhiyu was holding on to the protective fence, similar to a criminal in a prison. He was struggling to look down at the scene downstairs through the gap in the railing.

Zhou Cheng was still standing there, but he seemed to be leaving soon.

In desperation, his arm went through the rusted fence.Song Zhiyu waved his hand awkwardly downstairs, Zhou Cheng saw him at a glance, and waved to him too.The whole picture looks very funny and ridiculous.

"See you tomorrow!" Song Zhiyu summoned up his courage and shouted.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you!" Zhou Cheng responded loudly.

The only response to Zhou Cheng was the re-closed windows.