Dangerous game

After the studio was gone, Dayong returned to his hometown in the south, and all the big and small belongings he had saved in Beishi for many years were also transported on the train going south.

He said that his daughter-in-law is about to give birth, and the date will be in early May.

It was the station where Jiangbei and Xiaoyan sent him that day. At the ticket gate, the three of them waved goodbye. Dayong told them to go and play when they had time. Jiangbei and Xiaoyan didn't make a sound, just smiled and greeted him even more. He waved vigorously.

It is rare to have the opportunity to go, because no one is a big idler, and in the future they have to find a job, and if they find a job, they have to earn that meager salary steadily.

This world is like this, without anyone else, life will be the same. After spring, summer flowers will bloom immediately, and the rotation of day and night will never stop.

The pagoda trees are fragrant, Beishi quietly entered Lixia, the weather is obviously much hotter, Jiangbei temporarily found a woodcarving studio, Zhou Ming and Xiao Yan were also there.

Life is no more leisurely than before. On other people's land, every penny you get depends on their face. Doudizhu can't be played anymore. It's best to save the gag and do your own thing in a proper manner.

The unit is fairly close to where I live, and it only takes about 10 minutes by bus. The only downside is that it is easy to encounter the morning and evening peak hours, and the [-]-minute drive may take an hour.

Later, Zhou Ming got a second-hand electric car from somewhere, and it was much more convenient for the two of them to commute to get off work. Jiang Bei had no objection, but looked in the mirror and felt that he had become more and more rustic recently.

In this kind of day, the soul has to be split into two parts, which belong to the boss during the day and their own at night.

Three men in one play, sometimes boring, they would invite Ouyang Xiaocong to fight the landlord together, online and offline fighting, the technical level has improved rapidly, sometimes playing on the mobile app can win a few bags of rice back .

Xiao Cong has been very naughty recently. After taking a shower, he puts on his underpants and wanders around the room. In his own words, they are all men, what's the matter.

Jiangbei was nothing, and Zhou Ming couldn't help thinking about it. He had mentioned it to Comrade Xiao Cong many times, both openly and secretly, and asked him to pay attention to the influence in public places.

Xiao Cong flicked his face, he didn't care, "They're all men, what's the matter?"

It was after ten o'clock when they came back from get off work late today, and there was a bowl of instant noodles on the table in the dining room. The weather was hot, and the soup was rotten.

The person concerned slumped lazily on the bed in the living room, picking his feet and playing games. Of course, he was still naked, with only a pair of underpants to conceal his shame.

"Ouyang Xiaocong, get rid of your instant noodle soup!" Jiang Bei couldn't stand the smell.

Zhou Ming's eyes were quick, and he opened his hand to cover Jiang Bei's eyes, "Put on your pants quickly."

Xiao Cong stood up aggressively, puzzled by Zhou Ming's strange behavior, "Why are you covering his eyes?"

Jiang Bei's eyes were darkened, and he pulled away the big palm. After regaining the light, he found that the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

He, Zhou Ming, and Ouyang Xiaocong, each occupying one side, are about to discuss a deep-seated issue.

"Jiangbei, you must have a handle below you."

"You're an idiot."

Xiao Cong blinked sullenly, "Then why is he covering your eyes?"

"Ask him, how do I know." Jiang Bei dumped the blame on Zhou Ming.

The stupid big man suddenly became the target of public criticism, and trembled nervously, "No, it's not very elegant."

Xiao Cong looked at Jiangbei's Wenxiu appearance, and nodded secretly, "I understand."

No wonder the bed in their room always creaked when I dreamed back at midnight.

"Once you understand what, you will understand." Jiang Bei muttered, looking at this man again, he felt suffocated.

Xiao Cong had to maintain his aloofness at all times, if he explained it clearly, then he understood, no one else had to ask.

"Hey, let's play poker later, I'll wash the dishes first."

Jiang Bei squinted at him, "Okay, Zajinhua or Doudizhu?"

While putting on his pants, Ouyang Xiaocong said, "Fight the landlord, you two fight me."

After the bowls on the table were cleaned up, Ouyang Xiaocong tidied up his kennel sloppily, freeing up a small space for three people to play cards.

The three of them sat cross-legged, with a small folding table in the middle. Six paws touched and washed the table. A new deck of cards bought last week was ravaged to the point of being rough.

The 32-inch small color TV next to it broadcasts the local news on Guaji Guaji, because it does not have an Internet box, so it can only receive local stations.

Xiao Cong stared at the TV screen in a daze.

"It's your turn to play." Jiang Bei elbowed him.

"It's really..." Xiao Cong sighed, and continued to sigh, "I saved the whole country in my last life, why is my life so good?"

"Don't ink, hurry up and play the cards." Jiang Bei urged him, and looked at the TV.

Shen Munan on TV calmly faced the reporters and responded fluently. Complementing his whole demeanor was that natural elegance that was neither too much nor too little.

Even if it is a gentle scum, it is really gentle.

But now, with a vest, big pants, flip-flops, the so-called artistic temperament has long been worn away by life, leaving only this decadent look of not doing business.

"At our age, people have everything. My wife has a house and a business. Every now and then, I pretend to show my face on the news. I am so angry." Xiao Cong said angrily.

Zhou Ming glanced at Jiangbei worriedly, and urged Ouyang Xiaocong, "Hurry up, do you want it?"

"I want a pair of 9s." Ouyang Xiaocong threw out the pair in his hand, "Not to mention, this guy is quite photogenic. I don't know if he looks like this in reality."

"What's so interesting." Jiang Bei said with downcast eyes.

Now that Ouyang Xiaocong knew about the relationship between the two, he deliberately teased Jiangbei, "It's better than Zhou Ming anyway."

Jiang Bei raised his head abruptly, looked at Zhou Ming blankly, and said angrily, "Zhou Ming's nose is too big. It must be better looking than him if it is slightly straightened."

Ouyang Xiaocong snorted disdainfully.

"And you, you..." Jiangbei tried his best to find any aesthetic advantages in Comrade Xiao Cong's face, but he couldn't find it. "Forget it, you don't want to compare with him."

"I can hear it. You just deliberately carried him to hurt me. You went to take a bath and didn't play with you two anymore."

Ouyang Xiaocong went to the bathroom writhing his buttocks.

"You also have to take a shower later, go to bed early." Zhou Ming put the scattered poker cards back into the box.

Jiang Bei buttoned the corner of his clothes, lowered his head and said, "Yes."

"Don't think about it, it's easy to lose your hair if you think too much."

Jiang Bei refused to admit it, "Who am I thinking of? It's funny."

Zhou Ming said seriously: "I miss your ex-boyfriend."

"Cough, it's really boring. I wonder what he's doing." Jiang Bei shrugged and stared at Zhou Ming angrily, "You go to the whole face."

"Just do it like your ex-boyfriend."

"Why do you follow him, I'll let you shrink your nose."

The clear eyes were fatally attractive under the light, Zhou Ming's brain twitched, and he smacked Jiang Bei's left cheek.

Jiang Bei was frightened, "Playing a hooligan."

Zhou Ming was also shocked, "I didn't do it on purpose, why did you always say that I have a big nose."

"What are you two doing! Pass me the underpants on the balcony." Ouyang Xiaocong leaned against the door of the bathroom enchantingly with his round belly.

The author has something to say: the second and third chapters have been overhauled.

Gouxuewen does not change offense.