strong romance

Because of a sudden disaster, Zhang Jin limped and stayed at home obediently for a few days.He concealed it very well, Xiang Shulan was kept in the dark, and he didn't even know that Zhang Hao had come to him.The only person who knew was Fang Peng. During the days when Brother Pao became lame, Dapeng undertook his daily dinner.

The little chubby dun'er who had never seen the world saw Zhang Jin's feet for the first time, as if seeing a mummy, raised his voice in a fuss, and repeated the phrase "I'm a mother" four or five times.

Zhang Jin was annoyed by his howling, his ears hurt more than his feet, and he interrupted his brother Dapeng's script unbearably: "Fatty, are you howling? I still have my fucking feet, I haven't amputated them!"

Fang Peng asked cautiously, "Can you still move your toes?"

Zhang Jin: "...Yes."

Under Fang Peng's earnest gaze, Zhang Jin moved his toes.

Fang Peng covered his face with his hands, stared at Zhang Jin's feet one after another, and said sadly: "Oh, it's all swollen like a pig's hoof. If I suffer like this, I'll faint from the pain on the spot. ..."

He couldn't understand how much Zhang Jin was afraid of pain. Fang Peng put himself in his shoes and felt even more distressed: "Paoer, you are too difficult! You are too difficult!"

Grandfather Tianshan not only looks small, but also sounds like a child.Seeing him covering his face and about to cry, Zhang Jin felt a little blocked, thinking that he had an unlucky younger brother, and almost wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, but managed to hold it back.

In fact, the large bruise looked scary, but it was not so painful that it was so painful.He pushed Fang Peng's forehead, and turned his fat little face aside: "Where it's cool, don't cry."

Fang Peng was about to move his nest when Zhang Jin suddenly remembered something and called him back: "Come back."

"What's the date today?"

Fang Peng wiped his face in a daze, and announced the date after a while: "Nineteen, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jin was thoughtful, and he calculated. If there were no accidents, it would be nearly half a month before Cheng Kuang came back, and the foot injury should be almost healed by then.

He didn't want Cheng Kuang to see himself like this.

It's just that people are not as good as heaven, and Zhang Jin never expected that Cheng Kuang would come back early.

Cheng Kuang came back in the evening.At that time, Zhang Jin was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, when someone knocked on the courtyard door, he checked the time - it should be Fang Peng who came at this time.

Zhang Jin walked to the door lightly and heavily, and the moment he pulled the latch, his heart suddenly "thumped", and he had a miraculous intuition.

Without any room for reaction, he raised his eyes and met Cheng Kuang's gaze.

"Fuck? Why are you back?"

"Zhang Junjun, are you disappointed?" Cheng Kuang was carrying a bag of things in his left hand. When he entered the door, one of the earphones slipped from his ear. Zhang Jin caught it and stuffed it back into his ear.

"I thought it would be a week before you... Kuang'er, do you miss me?" Zhang Jin forgot his appearance for a moment, and suddenly stepped on his injured foot that was on the ground, and said "Kuang'er" All changed.

The word "fuck" slowly popped up in Zhang Jin's mind.

At this time, the Xiaotian dog took advantage of the danger and snatched away Zai Xin's job. It quickly got out of the kennel and circled around Cheng Kuang shaking its head.

"Think about it." Cheng Kuang threw the bag to him, "The hawthorn balls are from grandma."

Zhang Jinxin said: I'll fucking think about you to death!

He lowered his eyes to look into the bag, and besides a paper bag of snowflake hawthorn balls, he saw a few dragon fruits without any effort—not red hearts this time.

Zhang Jin asked, "Kuang'er, is grandma okay?"

"It's fine, but I can't walk very well." Cheng Kuang knelt down and stroked the dog's head.

Grandma Cheng suffered from gout before. After she fell, not only did she lose her ability to speak, but her legs and feet also became weaker, and her legs hurt even after taking two steps.

When Cheng Kuang was speaking, Zhang Jin felt his calf itch. When he looked down, he saw a big fluffy tail sweeping around his leg.A sensible miscellaneous child is exposed to rain and dew, but unfortunately his master doesn't appreciate it.Zhang Jin was frightened for a while, and he just wanted to drive away the stupid dog who was doing bad things - he was stepping on slippers, his feet were exposed to the outside, and Cheng Kuang could see it when he lowered his head.

"What are you touching it for?" Zhang Jinfu came up with an idea to kill two birds with one stone. He looked at Cheng Kuang and said, "Did you touch me?"

Miscellaneous hair opened its watery eyes, innocently looking at its wicked master.

"You want to compare with it?" Sha Pao'er turned his attention to the dog.The corner of Cheng Kuang's mouth curled up, and he teased, "Why don't you call twice, I'll think about it."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Cheng Kuang suddenly remembered that the day he and Zhang Jin had their first date to fight, Zhang Jin told him, "If you lose, you will bark like a dog".At that time, no one expected that there would be a day when the two of them would settle down, let alone today.

Zhang Jin was about to scold him, but he saw Cheng Kuang teasing the dog for a while, then stood up.

Zhang Jin: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Kuang's hand fell on his stubble, and Zhang Jin's hair was shaved very short, like a hedgehog, a little prickly.Cheng Kuang touched it twice, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Shunmao."

... This bastard touched the dog without washing his hands after touching him!

Zhang Jin held Cheng Kuang's hand angrily, put his chin on his shoulder, and rubbed it hard twice.

It can be delayed for a while, anyway, he can't let him find out now.Zhang Jin closed his eyes, and with a little luck, he thought with a pounding heart, what if it will be all right in two days?

He slowed down for a while, thinking over his plan of "Crossing the Sea" later.It’s okay to say during the day, change a pair of shoes, and endure it without saying a word if necessary, and it’s easiest to be exposed at night, especially when sleeping, the two of them are too close.

How to do it?It is impossible for Zhang Jin not to go upstairs, he couldn't bear it when Cheng Kuang was away, let alone now that he has returned.

Zhang Jin mobilized his scumbag brain and racked his brains to come up with a compromise idea—sleep is a must, and he will go up after Cheng Kuang turns off the light. Is it the feet?

The scumbag surnamed Zhang thought that there was no plan left, and everything was planned, but he didn't expect to miss one person.

And that person was getting closer.

Cheng Kuang glanced around and saw Zhang Jin still holding the bag, standing there dryly, obviously absent-minded.Cheng Kuang took the things in his hand, put them on the stone pier, and asked, "Why are you standing there? Zhang Junjun, are you going to eat?"

"Then what... Dapeng for a while—" Before Zhang Jin could finish his sentence, the unclosed iron door was knocked open with his shoulder.

"Hey, Paoer, are you hungry? The door has been opened for your brother in advance!"

Fang Peng kept talking while walking, and muttered: "Hey, I boiled a pot of pork ribs for you today—oh, Kuang'er is back? Coincidentally, I brought extra food, and I can't spare it now. Let's go, Kuang'er, bring Paoer over here, I'll wash the dishes, let's eat together..."

Zhang Jin felt someone knocking the clock heavily in his ear, and only heard a "dang", and he was at a loss for what to do, and had no countermeasures.

"...Help?" Cheng Kuang was startled, and turned to look at Zhang Jin.

Seeing him with such a glance, Zhang Jin really felt his hamstrings go limp, and the resounding word "把" hit him in the head and shattered all the efforts he had made just now into a handful of ashes.In the pile of dead ashes, Zhang Jin struggled for the last time. He quietly retracted the injured foot and stuck it on the spot in the independent posture of a golden rooster, like a tenacious nail.

"Put it out," Cheng Kuang said.

"I don't." Zhang Jin insisted not to show it.

Cheng Kuang: "..."

It's useless to talk, this idiot refuses to cooperate and insists on him doing it.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Jin took a step back.

Cheng Kuang approached suddenly, knocked down the lame toad in two or three, pressed it against the stone pier, and forcibly broke his leg out.

"Cheng Kuang, why are you so fucking irritable!" Zhang Jin endured it for a long time, and finally leaned against the tree trunk paralyzed, and said in a cold tone, "Does the sauced pig's trotter look good?"

Cheng Kuang's gaze went all the way down, and finally landed on Zhang Jin's instep.He stared at it for a long time without saying a word, his eyes seemed to have substance: "How did you do it?"

The situation was completely exposed, Zhang Jinwo was on fire, and said depressedly: "I was accidentally smashed by the battery car."

Cheng Kuang tilted him: "Are you stupid?"

Zhang Jin bent one leg, sat up "teng", wanted to bite the bastard, but before he could finish his mouth, Fang Peng's voice sounded again: "Why haven't you come here yet?"

Zhang Jin failed to blow up, turned off the flame and turned into a squib.He put his arm on Cheng Kuang's shoulder, leaned half of his body over, and said like an old Buddha: "Help me."

"..." Cheng Kuang slapped him, "Isn't it pretty good just now?"

Dapeng didn't know that his voice had ruined Brother Pao'er's good deed, and when he saw the two of them approaching, he was surprised and said, "Hey, I was able to walk two steps yesterday.

Cheng Kuang moved the soup to Zhang Jin and said, "I'm used to it."

Zhang Jin: "..."

Only Dapeng was worried: "I'll make a pot of hoof flowers tomorrow to make up for you."

After dinner, Fang Peng hurried back to the night market to set up a stall.When Cheng Kuang returned to the second floor, he found that the quilt was not folded on the bed, and there were still a few tutorial books spread out on the table.Zhang Jin's handwriting was the same as the quilt on the bed, very scribbled. He opened it and read it carefully, and found that there were a few pages with graffiti and a few rows of words that obviously had nothing to do with the topic.

Zhang Jin is more serious about drawing than writing. It can be seen that what he draws is a silhouette of a person, with sharp edges and corners from the forehead to the jaw.Cheng Kuang moved his eyes to the right, landed on those rows of words, and was suddenly taken aback.

The first row was covered with two characters—it was the first time Cheng Kuang had seen so many of his own names in other people's books.

In the second row, Zhang Jin changed his name and wrote "Kuanger" in Yishuier.

The person in the next few rows was abnormal, as if venting, the word "fuck" was written all over, and the last few words were so emotional that the pen scratched the paper, and the ink directly penetrated into the last two pages.

When Cheng Kuang was about to turn the page, he inadvertently saw another line of extremely inconspicuous text in the corner. One of the words had been altered several times, which showed the conflicted mood of the person concerned.

What it says is: "Sooner or later, you will be killed."

The word after "sooner or later" was painted black like a storm.

Cheng Kuang squinted his eyes, and could vaguely make out a crossed-out word under the scribbled black circle.

sleep.

Stupid guy is crazy.he thinks.

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Paoer: I have no plans!

"Legacy policy" myself → Dapeng:? ? ?