Pretend to die

"Little Fu, let's eat."

"Put it on the table, I'll eat it later."

"It will be cold in a while. I made black-bone chicken soup, and it will taste fishy when it cools."

Fu Bingying put down the jigsaw puzzle and glanced sideways at the female nanny. Her eyes seemed to be attached to a child's face. The feeling of incongruity made people feel horrified.

The female nanny quickly turned her eyes away and said, "Then call me when you want to eat, and I'll heat it up for you." After speaking, she hurried away.

Fu Bingying withdrew his gaze. He didn't actually target anyone, but he just felt really upset when he saw his short hands, legs, and even yinjing these days.

He sat on the carpet, playing with a 1000 yuan jigsaw puzzle—more than half of it had been put together—thinking, is there any need to go through this kind of childhood again.

"Ah... I'm sorry, teacher, please come in... I said I was going to make a leave call in the morning, but I forgot when I was busy. I'm really sorry."

Su Zheng put on his shoe covers, walked into the living room with ease—he had visited this house several times—and asked, "Where's Fu Bingying?"

The female nanny smiled uneasily, and kept rubbing her dry hands on the apron: "He's resting in his room, he's a bit uncomfortable."

"Not feeling well? Are you sick?"

"It's not a big problem..." The nanny sighed, and whispered: "Teacher, I shouldn't talk too much, but President Yin is not here, so I really can't control him... Bingying doesn't like going to school. Playing at home."

Su Zheng guessed the same.In the past, Fu Bingying showed him all kinds of jigsaw puzzles in his collection, showing off while looking at them, all of which he had played before he was six or seven years old.

At that time, Su Zheng couldn't help lamenting the importance of early education for intellectual development, but now he only feels a headache.

"Please call him out."

"Hey, good." The nanny just walked two steps and then turned back, saying: "Teacher, have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, eat some together."

Su Zheng stretched his neck, saw six or seven dishes on the dinner table, and readily agreed.Fu Bingying probably didn't want to eat. Su Zheng knew he was picky and had a bad appetite since he was a child. After they lived together, every time Fu Bingying cooked, he would prepare a small dish of crystal radishes or pickled plums for appetizers.

After a while, Su Zheng heard the sound of slippers clicking, and Fu Bingying's small face was revealed at the corner.

"Are you feeling better?" Su Zheng asked.

"En." Fu Bingying responded casually. He knew that Su was making fun of him, but this person didn't know that he was not a real child.Letting an adult stay in a kindergarten and learn English words like apple and banana with a group of young primates who are dragging their noses and shaking them around all day is simply a punishment.

Not to mention, since he learned to sit-in and demonstrate at the age of four, he took the initiative to isolate himself from those little monkeys, and now tell him to return to the virgin forest?dream.

"Now that you are in good health, let's eat. Do you want the teacher to feed you?" Su Zheng patted his thigh.

Before Fu Bingying objected, the nanny felt embarrassed and said, "Teacher, how embarrassing is this, Bingying, let's eat by ourselves." This polite remark hit Fu Bingying's rebellious psychology inexplicably—he didn't want to eat it. He would admit that his EQ had also deteriorated because of the children's limbs—always, he climbed up Su Zheng's lap with indifferent eyes, and decided to make a big mess in a while.

But Su Zheng didn't expect him to be so upright when he was a child, and he couldn't help but be complacent. As expected, his charm really attracted all ages to Fu Bingying.

He hugged Fu Bingying's soft belly with his left hand, held the bowl, held the spoon in his right hand, and blew gently before sending it into Fu Bingying's mouth.

"Is it hot?"

Although Fu Bingying was a child, he was an adult at heart, and felt embarrassed when he realized it.As he thought about it, his two short legs writhed back and forth like eels.

"Don't move around," Su Zheng pressed his chin against his hair, puffed out his mouth, and said in the voice of an adult imitating a lion cub: "If you move around again, the farmer grandpa will jump out and eat you. "

His method of coaxing people is novel and vicious, and the female nanny couldn't help but give him an extra look.

Fu Bingying struggled and gave up. One was exhausted, and the other was self-defeating.

He refused to think about how shameful this matter was, but regarded Su Zheng as his servant, which was much easier to accept.

After eating the meal for more than an hour, after the last bite, Su Zheng boldly wiped his bulging belly. Fu Bingying dared not speak out, and stared at the floor.

The deputy head of the school called to ask where Su Zheng was. Su Zheng was scolded severely by her, but he still bit the bullet and asked for leave.

The female nanny said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, teacher, I will definitely respond to President Yin when she comes back."

"It's okay. I wanted to do a home visit today. Although his parents are not here, it's good to borrow his daily life."

The nanny is obviously a down-to-earth person, not forgetting about pedophilia at all.I just feel that this teacher is really serious and responsible at such a young age, and he is also very handsome. He must be very suitable for the eldest niece I introduced to him.

One afternoon, Su Zheng stayed in Fu Bingying's room to play with him.

To be honest, Fu Bingying thought the jigsaw puzzles were fun at first, but as soon as Su Zheng entered the room, he laughed when he saw his puzzle pieces scattered on the floor—although Su Zheng felt nostalgic—but to Fu Bingying, it sounded like he was laughing at him. Childish, in an instant, the mood of playing puzzles is gone.

Su Zheng, on the other hand, sat on the ground stupidly, picked up a piece and filled in the blank space, trying one by one, he was so stupid like that.

"Little Fu, why can't you keep fighting? Are you missing something?" Su Zheng complained.

Fu Bingying watched with cold eyes.

"It would be great if there was one less corner here, look..." He was about to fold that corner, but Fu Bingying jumped up instantly, as if he wanted to break his own foot.

"Stupid!" He snatched the jigsaw puzzle, and found a piece of the correct target from the pile of jigsaw puzzles with ease, and stuck it on it with perfect fit.

Su Zheng didn't hear him scolding him at all, and clapped his hands and cheered: "Little Fu baby is really amazing!"

He usually only said this sentence when he was being raped on the bed, but now it was an innocent scene, Fu Bingying blushed instead.

"To shut up!"

"It's so fierce," Su Zheng pouted, and rubbed Fu Bingying's head: "The teacher was frightened."

Fu Bingying really wanted to beat him up.

But at the same time, I felt a little—just a little—wonderful in my heart.

He spent his childhood in this room, elementary school and middle school. It can be said that this room has never been as lively as it is today.Most of the time, he stayed quietly in the room alone, not moving for a long time, like a piece of furniture, waiting to be dusted together with other furniture in this room.

Although this is just a child's room with a vulgar pink-blue wallpaper that Fu Bingying has always hated, the noisy atmosphere is surprisingly appropriate.

They played puzzles all afternoon.In the end, Su Zheng actually fell asleep because of the difficulty. Fu Bingying couldn't believe such a stupid person in this world.

For dinner, Su Zheng had the cheek to eat, and it was thanks to him that he had the meal, because the female nanny suddenly received a call in the middle of the meal, saying that her husband had a sudden stroke and was sent to the hospital.

At this moment, the female nanny panicked, and she was eager to return to her heart. She refused to stay for a second, and she lost all reason.

"Teacher, teacher, please help me. President Yin is on a business trip and now he can't get through the phone, and Mr. Fu can't be contacted when he is abroad," she cried as she spoke, "...Teacher, help me see him Can it be done overnight, I'm afraid my old man..."

It didn't matter to Su Zheng, but he was afraid that Fu Bingying would be unhappy.

But in fact, Fu Bingying clearly distinguished the priorities. Although he didn't speak, he stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

In the eyes of both parties, this action is considered to be an agreement.

The female nanny picked up the bag and ran away like a whirlwind. Su Zheng couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, but when he turned his eyes to the greasy plates on the table, he felt more sympathetic to himself.

Fu Bingying knows best that he doesn't like to do housework. The delicate gay man who can spray perfume is actually a mess in the kitchen at home, and even the takeaway box is thrown away once every two days.

However, all of this is Su Zheng's retribution, and Fu Bingying took advantage of his height disadvantage to blatantly gloat.

But he also had a good time.

Soon, when it was time to take a bath, Fu Bingying's nightmare came.

"You'll slip and fall all by yourself."

"will not!"

"What if? If you don't let me watch, how can there be rescue if you fall? Tell me, do you want to become a mentally handicapped child, or do you want to go to the hospital and sleep next to Sister Wang's husband?" Sister Wang is the nanny .

Fu Bingying didn't care about these dangers. His primary crisis now is to prevent Su Zheng from seeing his naked body.

"No, get out!" Saying that, he was about to push Su Zheng out.

But what kind of physique Su Zheng is, what kind of physique he is, it's like a mayfly shaking a big tree, it's futile.

Su Zheng was playing rogue with him: "Anyway, I'm standing here, if you don't wash, we'll just chat all night."

For a moment, Fu Bingying really thought that the confrontation would be over for one night.

But he soon discovered that Su Zheng, a rotten person without integrity, rolled up his sleeves and was about to release the water.

"Take off your clothes quickly."

"dream."

"Hey! You kid, you're too skinny." Su Zheng was about to pounce on him to take off his clothes, but Fu Bingying tried his best to avoid shouting "No" like a victim of QJ.

At a critical juncture, he was quick to gain wisdom, and remembered a famous principle in the history of my country's diplomacy, seeking common ground while reserving differences.

"This way," Fu Bingying screamed, "I can let you wash with me," Su Zheng heard, and gave a lot of strength in his hand, Fu Bingying continued: "But you can't look at me."

"Bullshit!" Su Zheng came to a conclusion in a second, and immediately opened his hands.

"Wait a moment!"

Fu Bingying blushed from holding back, and shouted, "Listen to me."

Su Zheng felt that children should be given the right to argue, so he nodded and listened indifferently: "Okay. Let's talk."

"It's like this, you want to wash with me so that I don't fall down, but I don't want you to see my naked body, this is our contradiction. Now there is a way, that is, you cover your eyes—" Su Zheng raised his eyebrows , Fu Bingying quickly said: "—Listen to me, you are blindfolded, but you can hold me with your hands. If I slip or fall or stand unsteadily, you can feel it right away."

"It's so troublesome, what are you doing?"

"As for, this is my privacy."

"Ouch," Su Zheng groaned twice: "The hair doesn't even grow, who cares?"

His complaint was originally dissatisfied with Fu Bingying's troubles, but to Fu Bingying's ears, it seemed to be ridiculing him for being a weakling.

Fu Bingying stared at Su Zheng, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from his face.

"Okay, okay, I promise you, my little prince, don't stare at me..." After finishing speaking, he patted Fu Bingying's ass and said, "Go, find me your mother's silk scarf."

Return the silk scarf and go live your capitalist dream.

Fu Bingying found him a big bath towel, which covered his head tightly, like a kb member facing execution.

Originally, Su Zheng thought that no matter how bad it was, it was just a tie, so that he could use a special method to sneak a peep at Fu Bingying's childhood naked body from the bottom edge of the fabric - purely out of curiosity - although he wanted to see The juvenile body of my ex-boyfriend does sound a bit perverted.

But at present, it seems impossible.

Fu Bingying took off his clothes and got into the shower room. Su Zheng covered his head and held his little hand. Warm drops of water fell on his body like drizzle. Soon, his clothes were densely wet.

Su Zheng's palm was very soft, like a cat's scratching mat, and Fu Bingying's hand was also very soft, like a piece of white rice cake. The two of them were holding hands, like a big cat pinching a kitten. Su Zheng couldn't help but sigh. In a few years, the kitten will grow into a sleek black leopard.

It took more than an hour for the two of them to take a bath with their left hand for their right hand and their right hand for their left hand.

After finishing the work, Su Zheng took off his clothes in front of Fu Bingying indifferently and wanted to wash. The child Fu was afraid that he would be blind, so he quickly slipped away.

He watched Sister Juping's animation for half an hour in front of the TV, and then Su Zheng came out steaming hot wrapped in a bath towel.

"It's all your fault, my clothes are all wet."

Fu Bingying snorted, and went to his mother's room to find a pack of Sophie's comfort pants, wanting to disgust Su Zheng. Unexpectedly, this dead gay guy happily said that there is such a genius invention in this world, and then set it up without hesitation. up.

Thanks to his thin waist, he even slipped it in, like a perverted womanizer.

Fu Bingying's eyeballs were about to turn upside down, and finally went to the bed to prepare to see nothing.

Su Zheng went to bed with him, and Fu Bingying separated the two of them with a pillow, dividing the border between Chuhe and Han, but Su Zheng insisted on holding his hand, like a coquettish child, unable to break free.After a while, Fu Bingying heard the sound of breathing on the other side calm down, and he didn't have the energy to get angry anymore—this pig can fall asleep anywhere.

The clock on the wall was ticking one frame at a time, and Fu Bingying counted silently in his heart. His curtains were too thick, not even a ray of moonlight could penetrate, and the whole room seemed like the chaotic world before Pangu created the world.

Whether it's hate or love, anger or resentment, it's all entangled and chaotic.

As Fu Bingying was listening, he suddenly heard Su Zhengdu beside him uttering some indistinct sleep talk.

He moved slightly and listened intently, but he didn't expect to hear a word——

Jun.

This word was like a spark, which instantly ignited Fu Bingying's dark oil field with the force of a prairie fire. Xiaojun, Xiaojun... Su Zheng's old lover was also the one who dared to protest against him.

Su Zheng, I really should kill you.

Fu Bingying was so dumbfounded, what a slut, who slept on my bed, and even in his dreams he never forgot to betray me!

He really misunderstood Su Zheng. Su Zheng just had a nightmare. In the dream, his ex-lover Xiaojun strangled him like a boa constrictor and scolded the heartbroken.

Su Zheng was almost strangled in two by his strong muscles, and repeatedly begged for mercy in fear.

Unexpectedly, the murmuring in the dream under anxiety would actually lead to a fatal disaster.

Fu Bingying rushed into the kitchen with this scorching anger, chose a kitchen knife with a cold light and rushed back. Su Zheng, who was sleeping, frowned and his chest heaved. Fu Bingying couldn't see anything, and he swung the knife. Knife, puff——

Hot blood sprayed on his face.

Su Zheng snorted, the whites of his eyes were like two bright stars in the darkness.

Still in the dream, just so unexplainably dead.

pure white space

"I don't understand," Su Zheng muttered to himself, "I didn't do anything wrong... Or, I didn't do anything at all, right?"

"Yes..." The world responded.

"And," Su Zheng raised his voice, "he's only five years old! He's about to kill someone at five years old, what's going on with him!"

"Yes..." The world responded.

"I've made up my mind," Su Zheng said, "World, I won't leave, so I'll stay here as your companion. We chat every day, and we'll just be friends like this."

"...?" The world: "Get out." After saying that, he threw Su Zheng to the next world.