Poisonous milk became the film king and found out that I was actually Bai Yueguang [Entertainment]

Xiao Ping didn't manage to get things done before the Chinese New Year.

From the second he packed up his things and decided to leave temporarily, he knew that things would be risky, but if the problem was not properly resolved, there would always be a gap between him and Lei Fuchao.

Obviously, because of this, sometimes his strategy had the opposite effect.

He would rather accept that Lei Fuchao had never had feelings for him than to accept this kind of adverse effect, not to mention that this kind of adverse effect would more or less have a bad influence on Lei Fuchao's body.

All in all, Xiao Ping was convinced that it was the right choice for him to leave temporarily, but when the day suddenly jumped to New Year's Eve, he still felt extremely disappointed.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, he got fully armed and changed all the clothes on his body. He didn't even leave his watch. He put on a mask, a scarf, a wig, and a pair of plain glasses. He ran to Lei Fuchao's apartment building and lingered for a while.

The reason why he is so cautious is because in the past, no matter what clothes he made, Lei Fuchao could always recognize him immediately.You can recognize the eyes when you wear a mask, recognize the shape of your hands when you wear sunglasses, and recognize the style of clothes when you hide your hands.

But this time, Xiao Ping was nervous for a long time, wandering around, and found that the window corresponding to the living room of Lei Fuchao's house had not been lit.

He glanced around in the direction of the bedroom window and realized that the bedroom wasn't lit either.

This is not right.

Lei Fuchao doesn't seem to be at home.

Xiao Ping stopped in a daze and stood there for a while, not sure if Lei Fuchao was feeling unwell and was admitted to the hospital on New Year's Eve, or if he thought it was too lonely to be alone during the Chinese New Year, so he asked friends and relatives to join him up.

Until he had an idea, took out his mobile phone, and checked Weibo.

Lei Fuchao's big account didn't move, and neither did Lumao's trumpet, but Pingfengpolang was active, reposting a lot of fanfare in a mess, even though he posted three original Weibo with rolling eyes, but it seems Still relatively energetic.

Although he still didn't know where the others were, Xiao Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Internet-addicted youths are easier to catch than ordinary people.

Then he patiently lingered until eleven or twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Xiao Ping gradually realized that Lei Fuchao might not be going home tonight, and there was a high probability that he would be very angry with him.

Someone in the distance is setting off fireworks intermittently, and the light spots are like raindrops flying upside down, red, green, yellow and purple, with different shades, like thank you.Xiao Ping didn't have any fireworks, he and Lei Fuchao went to buy several boxes of fireworks on a snowy night, but now he has no fireworks to set off.

He was simply aggrieved.

After standing still at the same spot and silently watching the fireworks from all directions at twelve o'clock, Xiao Ping hesitated for a while, and finally took a step upstairs.

The key was lying in his pocket, and after staying outside the building for several hours, he already felt very cold, but he didn't open the door to go home immediately.

He couldn't hear any movement inside the door panel, so he brought his frozen fingers to his mouth and rubbed them on the wooden surface of the security door for a while, thinking about it, he took out a set of red couplets and A piece of lucky paper.

Years ago, he accompanied Lei Fuchao to buy a pair of couplets that he liked, but as he expected, Lei Fuchao was so angry that he didn't post the couplets.

Xiao Ping brought a complete set of tools tonight.

After applying glue and neatly affixing the upper and lower couplets and horizontal batches by himself, he carefully took out the piece of paper with lucky characters, and pulled out a pen.

Regarding posting blessings during the New Year, he and Lei Fuchao once had a ridiculous past.

When the two celebrated the New Year together for the first time, they worked together to paste the couplets and blessing characters. The couplets and horizontal batches were mainly pasted by Lei Fuchao. Xiao Ping handed him the glue a few times, and finally he was responsible for pasting a blessing character.

Lei Fuchao was somewhat superstitious, and said with certainty: "In this way, you will be lucky for a whole year."

At that time, Xiao Ping was still a bit dizzy after he had a serious illness. He laughed a few times, completely ignoring a key issue: he himself was a poisonous milk.

So he didn't start to get lucky as Lei Fuchao imagined, instead of not, the two of them had bad luck together for several days.

It wasn't until Xiao Ping remembered what was wrong and quickly told Lei Fuchao that Lei Fuchao dubiously asked him to pick up a pen and write a counter-curse on the word "Fu", and the fortunes of the two began to flow again.

But because Lei Fuchao didn't really believe in his tainted milk physique at that time, what he asked him to write was neither "ineffective" nor "unlucky".

After serious consideration for the whole afternoon, Lei Fuchao came up with a brilliant idea, thinking that only in this way can he ensure that if Xiao Ping's poisonous milk fails, they won't be killed just because they wrote "ineffective" and "unlucky" on the lucky paper. "And lose the blessing—

Xiao Ping clapped his hands again, and pasted the blessing paper on the anti-theft door without any folds or wrinkles. Then he held the pen tightly and wrote two words solemnly.

- "Bounce back."

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At this moment, Lei Fuchao is sitting in the last room where he and Xiao Ping lived together five years ago.

Eating instant noodles in the rental house.

He never quit the rent of this house, not even when he was so poor that he couldn't afford the medical bills. Later, when he had more money, he simply bought it.

Regardless of whether he gritted his teeth and refused to return the lease, or bought it in the end, Lei Fuchao knew very well that the reason behind it could only be because he was not reconciled.

He has nothing to hate Xiao Ping, but he is not reconciled. He is not reconciled to a sudden change in his future, nor is he reconciled to Xiao Ping's indifference. The most reconciled thing is that when he came back from the hospital, he found that Xiao Ping had chosen to leave. In the end, all the previous events and intersections that the two of them had experienced together turned into a little unwillingness.

After eating, Lei Fuchao quietly smoked half a cigarette, stood up and looked around.

Although most of the things like clothes have been moved away long ago, after all, they have lived here for two full years, and now it seems that there are still not many traces.

The entire living room was empty, but there was a hole on the edge of the striped tablecloth on the coffee table that Xiao Ping accidentally burned with a cigarette butt.

Back then, Xiao Ping didn't know how to smoke at all. This was the result of an accident when he had a stomach attack one day and secretly smoked while Xiao Ping was out shopping, but was caught and Xiao Ping tried to choke his cigarette.

There were also two small blue-purple folding horses left beside the coffee table. They were originally stored in a corner, but he forgot to take them out when he moved. One of them had a cat's head drawn in ink, which was Xiao Ping's prank. He took a pair of white trousers.

That incident made him a little angry, but Xiao Ping laughed wildly and happily at that time, and ink is not something that cannot be washed off at all, so he thought about it and let it go, and laughed with Xiao Ping for a while, unexpectedly In the future, it has become a warm thing that can be remembered.

But more memories, are not so pleasant.

The two of them moved into this house almost six years ago. Not long after moving in, something happened to Xiao Ping.

There are traces of alcohol stains on the walls, and there are still a few sheets of alcohol-abstaining plans that Xiao Ping forced himself to write down when he was sober. Once Xiao Ping got drunk and broke a piece of enamel that they both liked very much. vase.

Of course, these are not really unpleasant memories for Lei Fuchao.

What really bothered him was that occasionally he could see the sober Xiao Ping trying to figure out how to get rid of the wine stains on the wall, hoping not to make the landlord feel bad when he saw him. Sometimes even he has no heart or energy to take care of it;

Or many mornings and noons, he also saw Xiao Ping sincerely following the plan and repeatedly urging himself, but was finally pulled back to the bottom by a piece of news;

Or, after breaking the vase, Xiao Ping has been depressed for a long time, and every time he wakes up a little, he will hold him back and apologize seriously, and he will never grow flowers again. Sometimes Lei Fuchao will bring him a sprig or two of wild flowers when he returns home , I can't get any reaction from him.

Xiao Ping still insisted on refusing to clean up the fragments of the vase, and it was always gathered on a floor tile in the living room.

But compared to a mere vase, every time he passed it, Lei Fuchao felt that it was another treasure that was broken from his side.

After staring at the pile of debris coldly for a while, Lei Fuchao gradually calmed down.

He snuffed out the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand, rinsed his mouth, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he pasted a pair of couplets on the outer door of this house.

Xiao Ping bought the couplet with him not long ago. When he bought it, he really thought that the two of them could use it together this year, but it still didn't work. He didn't want to stick it on the door of his house, so he decided to stick it here quietly.

After pasting it up, he wrote a small sentence "rebound" on the red paper sprinkled with golden shavings. Thinking of the origin of this operation, he couldn't help smiling.

Then he drove home through a few streets, fireworks blaring, the sky colorful, streetlights criss-crossed, and nearly every window lit.

When he walked outside the door of the unit and caught a glimpse of the little boy running downstairs and jumping up and down, Lei Fuchao's mood slowly sank again.

Until he returned to the door of the house, his eyes were red, and he saw that there was a whole set of happy couplets on the door, which was exactly the same pair as the one he bought earlier.

There was no one in the corridor.

Lei Fuchao's heart moved, he fixed his eyes to identify it, and immediately found the word "rebound" on the blessing paper.

It is Xiao Ping's handwriting.

He tentatively unscrewed the door lock, and glanced at the house, but no one was there, and it was still dark.

For a moment, Lei Fuchao froze at the door, and his heart, which had been active for half a second, "thumped" into the ice hole, splashing a large clump of crushed ice.

But after this moment, he suddenly found that the air conditioner in the living room was on, and the surrounding area was already filled with infinite heat.

He obviously turned off the air conditioner before going out.

After closing the door and walking around the house carefully, he found that the air conditioner in the bedroom was also on, and there were a lot more things on the dining table than before he left.

There are four or five plates of New Year’s dishes that are still warm, including a vinegar fish that he wants to eat by name; the small pot for boiling milk is also full; the fruit plate that he didn’t prepare anything at all is now full. candies and melon seeds.

Lei Fuchao couldn't help but laugh.

This is really a snail boyfriend.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Lei~ from "A Ting", and thanks to "Like? Candy??", "San San Marriage Tree", and "Yan Fan" for the nutrient solution~.