A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

"Huh...huh...what...floor is it now?" Song Zhiyu regretted it very much, he should have gone back to his home immediately at that time, and he shouldn't have pretended to be so forceful.

"The third floor." Zhou Cheng looked back at Song Zhiyu with a worried face.

The only response to Zhou Cheng was a series of rapid breathing sounds.

"Now... now...?"

"Fourth floor..."

Compared with climbing eighteen floors, Song Zhiyu still thinks it is easier to go down eighteen floors of hell.

"No, no, Lao Zhou, I have to take my time." For the first time in his life, Song Zhiyu felt the state of mind of the expedition team climbing Mount Everest. Every time he climbed a step, he couldn't help but sigh how hard it was to realize the class leap from the red peasant to the landlord. Not easy.Rich people's steps are a little higher than ordinary people's.

"I might not be able to slow down..." After saying this, Zhou Cheng hurriedly turned his head to check on Song Zhiyu's situation. After what happened in the movie theater just now, he realized that his tablemate's health was worse than what he usually described.

"You go to the doctor with me..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw Song Zhiyu sitting on the edge of the stairs, and said leisurely: "So I'll sit for a while..." It's okay not to sit, but it's even worse if you sit, as soon as your butt hits the ground, Then I felt that the sky was dark for a while, and it was scary how the stupid big man in front of me climbed the stairs with his head down.

Zhou Cheng saw that Song Zhiyu's expression was not good, so he hugged Song Zhiyu without saying a word.I just felt another wave of dizziness swept over me.

"Don't... don't go to the hospital. I just... didn't eat breakfast." Song Zhiyu curled up in Zhou Cheng's arms, still trying to resist.

"It's okay, I didn't eat breakfast. I'll make you breakfast later." Zhou Cheng felt like he was coaxing a child.

"It's already noon..." Song Zhiyu murmured.

"Then make lunch." Zhou Cheng smiled slightly.

"Well……"

……

In the dimness of consciousness, the past reappeared.

"Light rain."

"Light rain?"

"Light rain!"

Song Zhiyu rested his chin on the shoulder of a not-so-broad man, swaying with his footsteps, observing the world in the rain...

Song Zhiyu didn't want to admit the fact that he fell asleep in someone else's arms, nor did he want to admit the fact that he just dreamed that his father carried him to the hospital when he was a child.At this moment, he was lying on someone else's bed, and his coat was kindly taken off and covered with a quilt.

This kind person is naturally Zhou Cheng, but it could also be his mother.

"I'm sick, so I'm looking for fatherly love on my deskmate?" Song Zhiyu slammed his head hard, "I almost forgot, I'm really sick!"

"Is it better?" Zhou Cheng gently pushed open a crack in the door, and poked his head out to ask.

"Yeah." Song Zhiyu sat on the bed with dim eyes, with his hair that was as thick as a chicken coop in his sleep.Zhou Cheng skillfully stroked Song Zhiyu's bangs, tested the temperature of his forehead, and touched the back of his neck to see if he was still sweating.With Zhou Cheng's condescending posture, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the looming collarbone in his shirt.

"Are you envious of my lush hair volume and perfect hairline?" Song Zhiyu obviously knew nothing about Zhou Cheng's inner activities.

Zhou Cheng was speechless, he strangled Song Zhiyu's neck with his hands, and joked: "Okay, I want you to return my hair today!"

Song Zhiyu shook his head: "It seems that I invited you to watch a movie today for nothing."

Zhou Cheng was puzzled.

Song Zhiyu: "Look, the people in this movie are a little bit like you, have you noticed? They all have an excellent quality."

"Which point?"

"Think again? Think up." Song Zhiyu enlightened, "It's meaningless if I say it."

"I can't guess it." Zhou Cheng said honestly.

"You all have the same hairstyle. A bald head is a man's romance." Song Zhiyu pointed to the top of his head.

Zhou Cheng: "You are mocking me, so I can't laugh at it."

Song Zhiyu curled his lips: "Then I don't want to laugh..." I wanted to say something encouraging, but I still couldn't get it out of my mouth, so I just lowered my head and said "I'm sorry."

"I heard that." Zhou Cheng patted Song Zhiyu on the back, motioning him to get up, "Let's go, let's eat!"

……

Don't look at the people in Zhoucheng who are tall and burly, but they are quite ingenious in doing housework. "Don't tell me, this meal is well done..."

"How?" Zhou Cheng looked expectant.

"It's really for people to eat!" Song Zhiyu Shi Shiran replied.

"I shouldn't expect you to say anything good." Zhou Cheng even wanted to take the chopsticks from Song Zhiyu's hand, and the speed of waving them could catch up with cutting leeks.

Song Zhiyu: "I'm full."

Zhou Cheng: "Huh? So fast?"

Song Zhiyu wiped his mouth: "Otherwise, how long do you expect me to last with a bowl of porridge and a few pickles? At least you are half a foreigner. Are you guilty of inviting me to such a Chinese-style brunch?"

Zhou Cheng was depressed again.

Seeing the change in Zhou Cheng's expression, Song Zhiyu hurriedly coaxed: "Cooking porridge is already a superb cooking skill, but you are the best cooker among us men. If you don't get a wife in the future, you won't starve to death!"

"Then what if you cook for your wife?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"This..." Song Zhiyu fell into deep thought.

"For example...you are a woman, what do you think?"

"If I were your wife..." Song Zhiyu followed suit, "I might..."

"What will happen?"

"I look forward to the development of science and technology in the next ten years to liberate the kitchen."

"Then you plan to get married at the age of 27?" Zhou Cheng's focus seemed to be other than the problem.

"Just to make an analogy, for example, do you understand?" Song Zhiyu tapped Zhou Cheng's head, feeling the sound of water.

"Then when are you going to get married?" Zhou Cheng was indomitable.

"I've never even been in a relationship. Why do I get married? I'll live for a year." Song Zhiyu said nonchalantly, "I'm going back. My mom called me to urge me just now. Oh yes, I just It seems that something has been left in your room, I'll go get it."

"Me neither." Zhou Cheng responded.

"Who cares about you!"

"Huh? Where is it?" Song Zhiyu's doubtful voice came from the room.

"What? Shall I help you?"

"Uh... No, no, I'll look for it myself first."

"Huh?" Song Zhiyu suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Cheng hurriedly asked.

"Hey!" Song Zhiyu sighed again.

"What the hell?" Zhou Cheng hurried into the room, only to see Song Zhiyu standing in front of the desk holding a photo, like a stone statue, standing blankly.Zhou Cheng approached Song Zhiyu, and the photos became more and more enlarged and clear in his sight.

"I didn't mean to see it, but I was frightened to be honest."

"This..." Zhou Cheng couldn't explain it for a while. In the photo, he looked like a non-mainstream boy with a colorful mohawk, a loose T-shirt and baggy pants, obediently comparing scissorhands under the Tokyo Tower.

"Compared to Zhang Zhipeng, you are a fashionista!" Song Zhiyu rubbed his heart with emotion, "Don't worry, you were once a non-mainstream thing, I won't tell others."

"It's not what you think... Well, it's what you think..." Zhou Cheng wanted to stuff his head into the bedside table. When he moved, he clearly remembered that he had thrown away this photo, so why did it still appear here?Zhou Cheng couldn't figure it out.

"By the way, did you find your things?" Zhou Cheng changed the subject.

"I didn't lose it, it was in my pocket all the time, I forgot." Song Zhiyu had already put on his shoes.

"Then I will send you?"

"No, the elevator has been repaired." Song Zhiyu's voice was far away.

……

Elevator repaired ass!

The elevator was not repaired, and Song Zhiyu went down the eighteenth floor in one breath, almost dying.At the moment when he opened the door of the unit exhausted physically and mentally, the construction team arrived late carrying all kinds of equipment.

Song Zhiyu, who came out of Zhou Cheng's house, didn't seem to be in a hurry to go home at all. He put his hands in his coat pockets and wandered outside in a leisurely manner. Any store, just hang out on the main road, stop at the red light and go at the green light.Song Zhiyu glanced at his watch. It was already past the meal time, so he went back the same way: from Beiertiao Middle Road, through the central intersection, to Nanbadao Street and back to Beware Bridge.

Beware that there is no bridge in the bridge, only a few dangerous buildings.

The moment the keychain entered the door lock, Song Zhiyu frowned uncontrollably when he heard the voice inside the door.

"Tsk. Hello, Uncle Wang." Uncle Wang is not yet forty, and he is not fat. Wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, he looks gentle.

"Xiao Yu is back. After staying outside for so long, is it freezing?" Uncle Wang grabbed Song Zhiyu's hand, which was frighteningly cold.

"It's okay, thank you, Uncle Wang." Song Zhiyu withdrew his hand without a trace, "Mom, I'm going to sleep."

"Why are you sleeping at this hour? Have you eaten yet?" Mama Song was tidying up the dishes in the kitchen.

"A little uncomfortable."

Song's mother's voice softened immediately: "Then go to sleep, and talk to mom about something."

"Yes." Song Zhiyu vaguely agreed.

"Which classmate's house did you go to?" Uncle Wang asked.

"I'm at the same table." Song Zhiyu replied.

"When did you have a tablemate, what's his name, and what does he look like? Someday invite him to our house for dinner!" Song Ma poked her head out of the kitchen.

"No, I'm going to sleep first." Song Zhiyu opened the door of his room while talking, and plunged in without looking back.

"Don't say goodbye to uncle, children are not sensible at all." Song Ma scolded.

"It's all right, let him have a good rest." Uncle Wang smiled and put his hands on Song Ma's shoulders.

Song Zhiyu didn't want to talk at all, and didn't want to sleep, so he fell headlong on the bed, stunned, and took out a vocabulary book from his pocket.He himself even laughed at Li Shu'ai for studying, why didn't he still carry a vocabulary book with him?

After just a few glances, I couldn't stand it anymore. I just felt that my chest was so tight that I couldn't stand up flags and say whatever I wanted.In winter, Song Zhiyu rummaged through the box and held the thickest quilt in his arms, and could still feel the violent beating of his heart.

You said, how did it jump so fast?

Song Zhiyu finally fell asleep, and the moonlight was bright when he was awakened by the nightmare. It was already late at night, but he still felt very uncomfortable.He sometimes felt that it would be a good thing to leave quietly in the dead of night, but there was always a final inexplicable desire to survive to support him.

He got up, walked to Mama Song's door with trembling legs and knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" Song Ma put on her pajamas, and only opened the door a crack, and the moonlight shining through the gap shone on Song Zhiyu's face, which turned pale.

"..." Song Zhiyu was speechless.

"You look so bad, go to the hospital!" Mama Song made a decisive decision.At the same time, she turned on the chandelier switch, and the room became bright in an instant.

Song Zhiyu lost consciousness in the sudden light.

Zhou Cheng, who had been sleeping like a dead pig in the middle of the night, woke up once when he was woken up by the roaring ambulance.

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