little classmate

In the warm afternoon, Ding Liu nestled on the sofa and yawned a little.

The sun shone through the glass, and it was warm on the sofa. Ding Liu touched the phone and turned on the screen to take a look. It was already 12:30.

"Li Canfeng! Are you ready!" He turned up the volume and shouted towards the kitchen surrounded by fireworks, "I'm going to starve to death."

There was a sound of chopping chopping boards in the kitchen, and then there was a roar: "If you don't cook, don't make a sound, stop and wait!"

Ding Liu suddenly lost his temper, dropped his phone, jumped off the sofa with bare feet, and ran to the kitchen with a bang.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, a puff of smoke mixed with the smell of chili rushed towards him. Ding Liu was choked and sneezed, and tears came out of his eyes. Before he could react, he was pushed out of the kitchen by Li Canfeng up.

"You come in haha!" Li Canfeng came out profusely with sweat, his short stubble stood on end, soaked in sweat, he coughed and cursed: "Why is it so difficult for you to be honest outside for a while?"

Ding Liu originally came to show his temper, but when he saw Li Canfeng's head was hot and sweaty, his heart ached immediately, and he stretched out his hand to touch Li Canfeng's head: "Is it so hot? It's just cooking."

Before he touched his hand, he was swung away by Li Canfeng, and hit Ding Liu's arm with a "slap": "Your forehead is sweaty, don't touch it carelessly."

Ding Liu was slapped by a big rough hand covered in sweat, and the back of his hand hurt a little, but he didn't turn his face, instead he turned his head and rushed to the bathroom, pulled down a towel, rushed back to the kitchen door, and stood on tiptoe Wipe Li Canfeng's head.

Li Canfeng was strong, full of tendons, and very tall. Ding Liu stretched his arms and stood on tiptoe when he wiped his head. Ding Liu got impatient after wiping his head twice, and patted his head to make him lower his head.

Li Canfeng lowered his head cursing again.

Lowering his head, Ding Liu was impatient. Don't look at Li Canfeng's short hair, but the sweat couldn't be wiped clean. Ding Liu's arms were sore from wiping. Halfway through wiping, he wanted to throw a towel and play games. As soon as he turned his head, Li Canfeng grabbed the back of his neck and grabbed him.

"Where are you going?" Li Canfeng asked calmly, "I haven't finished wiping yet."

"It's over, it's over." Ding Liu bit the bullet and lied: "It's so clean, look at you, there's not a single drop of sweat."

"Not a single drop of sweat?" Li Canfeng narrowed his eyes, stretched out his arms and pressed on Ding Liu's body: "Then give me a hug."

"Don't hug, don't hug!" Ding Liu turned his head and started running, but how could he escape Li Canfeng's palm?

Li Canfeng stretched out his arm, pulled Ding Liu's waist to pull him back, and stuffed him into his arms with a sneer: "Isn't it all wiped clean, why don't you give me a hug?"

Ding Liu twisted left and right, the two of them tugged at each other, and finally rolled onto the sofa, Ding Liu saw that the momentum was not right, and quickly begged for mercy: "Brother, there are vegetables stewing in the pot!"

Li Canfeng didn't say a word, he pushed him onto the sofa, no matter how Ding Liu pushed, he started scratching his waist.

Ding Liu started laughing and rolling on the sofa, kicking while rolling, suddenly kicked twice, when he opened his eyes, he saw a dark and cold prison cell.

He fell on a thin single bed with a thin quilt covering his body, the smile in his dream was still on his face, but when he opened his eyes, everything in the past had become a passing cloud, and what was left for him was only Cold bed behind bars.

And, the remnant of life that bears the burden of sin.