Wildfire Mambo

Zhou Shuchen kept giving Jian Zhuo popular science about the horror of wound infection in the car, pouring out various technical terms, and finally cited the situation, "Jian Zhuo is not familiar with his roommate, and his important right hand was injured again", summed up into a "very The meaning of "inconvenient" made Jian Zhuo stunned for a while, and finally followed Zhou Shuchen to stand at the door of his house.

"Well, I'm not going to bother you more." Jian Zhuo remembered to say this when he came here, and looked down at his heavy palm wrapped in gauze.

"If you don't take good care of you, your sister will scold me." Zhou Shuchen opened the lock with a key, turned his head and said to Jian Zhuo.

"? Huh? Brother? What nonsense are you talking about?" Jian Zhuo didn't believe it at all, he could see that the doctor was not lying except for the sentence "a lot of lies".He leaned over Zhou Shuchen's arms, squeezed out from in front of him again, raised his head and was about to continue to question, but Zhou Shuchen pinched the flesh on both sides of his cheeks.

"Do you want to call it that all the time? It sounds better than 'Hello'." Zhou Shuchen said.

"Understood Xiao Zhou." Jian Zhuo was squeezed into a goldfish's mouth, and continued to talk vaguely, only to realize why he had never given Zhou Shuchen a random nickname, obviously everyone around him was doing his job here.He is called Qi Yike "bent foot pole", OSOM brother Liu Zhi "melon glasses", and his colleague Yu Jian "Sima face", and tattoo artist Zhong Ci "dry cowpea".

As a result, Zhou Shuchen put him here as a "bad doctor", which was too incompatible with his style of being a cannon king. He reflected on it and felt that he might still not want to hurt cultural people.

The moment the lock was unlocked and the door opened slightly, Jian Zhuo hurriedly squeezed in like a fish.

This apartment is really not very big, it is estimated to be ninety square meters.I don't know why Zhou Shuchen can drive such an expensive car but still live in such a small room.The decoration is also very cold, with a large area of ​​black, white and gray, it always makes Jian Zhuo feel like he is in a mourning hall.

He just said it!Zhou Shuchen's Mercedes-Benz sls is indeed a daily rental!

"There are no other slippers, so Xiaozhuo might as well wear mine."

"Have you never brought any guests?" Jian Zhuo felt a little funny, and stepped in directly wearing socks.

Zhou Shuchen paused: "I brought one today."

The living room is tidied up like a dog, probably because there is no furniture at all. When Jian Zhuo passed by the bedroom and glanced inside, he realized that the doctor was so discreet both in himself and in the family. one.

"It's too messy." After sighing with emotion, Jian Zhuo realized that he was qualified to say such words, and his kennel was even more messy.

Jian Zhuo originally sat on the sofa normally, but his bad habit made him unconsciously put his legs on the sofa again.He looked left and right, only drank the wine and his stomach was empty: "I'm so hungry."

Zhou Shuchen stared at him and blinked: "I'll order takeaway for you."

"That's not right..." Jian Zhuo stood up from the sofa and leaned over to stare at Zhou Shuchen, "It stands to reason that according to your personality, shouldn't you say 'I'll make you whatever you want to eat'?" Why did you turn around and ask me to order takeaway?"

"No, definitely not." Jian Zhuo waved his hand again, as if to reprimand Fang Qiu, "The delivery fee at night is too damn expensive, whoever orders is an idiot."

Jian Zhuo asked if he could look around, and after getting permission, he started jumping up and down like a monkey to find out.

After all, he was really curious about a good student like Zhou Shuchen.

He sharply saw the white long coat hanging on the bedroom closet, and the white uniform shirt with black tie beside it, and the yellow and black medal on the shoulder.Jian Zhuo really has no idea about uniforms, he thinks that there are no doctors who wear this style.

"What are the clothes hanging next to your coat?" Jian Zhuo poked his head out from the door and asked.

"It was issued by the aviation school when I was learning to fly in the United States." Zhou Shuchen also walked in and picked up a few pieces of clothing that were thrown on the ground and blocked the way.

"Aviation school? Air captain?" Jian Zhuo was shocked.

"Pilot." Zhou Shuchen replied lightly, "After finishing undergraduate studies and taking a gap for more than half a year, I went to Transpac in Phoenix to learn how to fly."

Jian Zhuo jumped in front of him and asked a little excitedly: "Aren't you a medical student? Why do you still want to learn to fly? Do you want to change careers?"

Zhou Shuchen approached Jian Zhuo: "I really wanted to fly a plane when I was young, so I went."

"Damn! It's so cool." Jian Zhuo was about to faint, "I also want to fly a plane, just that kind of fighter jet! What is the latest one now? I can do any of them."

"I drive the one that needs to be admitted to the military academy." Zhou Shuchen laughed, "I can only drive single-engine aircraft. The learning cycle of multi-engine aircraft is longer. At that time, I wanted to get my private photo quickly because I was going back to Hong Kong to go to school soon."

Jian Zhuo was stunned, looked at Zhou Shuchen up and down and didn't think he could be like this, "Then where is there a plane for you?"

"It can be rented outside the country. I only fly in the southern United States and New Zealand."

"You didn't brag to me, did you?" Jian Zhuo wrinkled his nose, but still had reservations, "I want to see your license!"

Zhou Shuchen thought for a while, and began to rummage through the boxes.First, after searching the living room, he moved the battlefield to the bedroom. There was a sound of ping-pong-pong. Jian Zhuo sucked up a box of lemon tea until Zhou Shuchen came back from the study.

He was really shocked by Zhou Shuchen's actions, he sat on the bed and grinned with a straw in his mouth.

Zhou Shuchen leaned over and asked him why he was smiling, but he laughed more happily alone, "I just think... I think you are so different, you look very reliable, but in the end, your self-care ability is as good as mine. "

Zhou Shuchen made the final excuse helplessly, "Auntie Cleaning will randomly collect things."

Jian Zhuo leaned over to look at the license in his hand, and was attracted by the photo of the ID at first glance.

Zhou Shuchen, who was swaying around the age of 20, has not grown as long as it does now, and his brows and eyes are much sharper. He doesn't smile, doesn't look down at people, and is gentle, like a battle before surrender.

"You still put on a bad face." Jian Zhuo raised his head frequently for comparison, and truly felt the powerful force of time infiltrating people, "Someone owes you money?"

"I can't remember." Zhou Shuchen said, "Maybe I got into a fight with someone on the way to take pictures."

"With whom?" Jian Zhuo pinched the small book and looked at Zhou Shuchen in confusion.

"It should be a roommate, an American." Zhou Shuchen laughed and blinked: "Not necessarily. At that time, I felt that the whole world was sorry for me."

"You are still awesome. I just feel that those Xinjiang gangsters are sorry for me, especially Nigmaiti, they will die."

When Zhou Shuchen was thinking about why the child would suddenly cue that kind and humorous CCTV host, he was interrupted by his exclamation.

A Polaroid was stripped out of the leather case by Jian Zhuo, and Zhou Shuchen was still on it.

The photo was fixed in midsummer in Phoenix City, the ground was being scorched by the scorching sun, and the steaming heat wave even distorted the green plants behind.The sky was pure blue. Zhou Shuchen stood in front of the airfield, embraced by a blond American teacher, and looked up at the camera.The white shirt and black tie fluttered in the gravel wind, even though time and space were separated, Jian Zhuo seemed to be able to hear the rattling of the cloth and the majestic engine sound of the model machine behind.

On the chest of Zhou Shuchen's short-sleeved white uniform, there were scrawled royal blue markers on the chest: "Enjoy your journey!", and red "Safety! Safety! Safety!"

"It was the day I took my first solo exam." Zhou Shuchen didn't want to talk about it at first, but he lost his mind when he saw Jian Zhuo's curious eyes, "I must have been a little nervous at the time, because I remember that time I checked the list repeatedly. Confirmed seven times. Because unlike training, this time when I take off and land on the field, there is no instructor on the right seat.”

"What about this?" Jian Zhuo pointed to the graffiti on the clothes, "You wrote it?"

"If you succeed, the teacher will draw a picture on your uniform. Should it be called customs clearance?" Zhou Shuchen replied, "But my teacher said that he didn't know anything about drawing, so he just wrote me words."

Jian Zhuo opened his lips slightly, and kept his gaze on Zhou Shuchen's face for a long time, which should have a hint of admiration and envy, making Zhou Shuchen subconsciously feel that stars are really going to pop out of those eyes.

For some reason, he was embarrassed by such a hot and direct gaze, and wanted to look away without a trace, but was completely smashed by Jian Zhuo.

"Brother...you are so cool." Jian Zhuo sighed again.

When he was about to return the license to Zhou Shuchen, he suddenly found the black pattern on Zhou Shuchen's left neck in the photo. He took a closer look, and then climbed Zhou Shuchen's shoulder to look at his left neck in a daze.

"What about tattoos?" he asked.

"Washed off." Zhou Shuchen said, without any superfluous expression on his face.

Jian Zhuo patted Zhou Shuchen's shoulder, and teased him ghostly: "What do you want to wash off the tattoo? It can't be the name of your ex-girlfriend."

Zhou Shuchen was startled for a moment, and suddenly smiled, very nicely, and then met Jian Zhuo's gaze, and asked him: "If I tattoo your name on my body now, will you be my incumbent?"

Jian Zhuo was stunned, looked at him blankly, and heard Zhou Shuchen say: "Where do you want to live?"

Zhou Shuchen took his good left hand and tapped it on his eyelid, "In the eye."

The temperature in his palm was very hot, and he pressed Jian Zhuo's fingertips to his left chest, "Or is it the heart?"