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Zhang Jin smoked a cigarette sadly on the balcony.

The knife-like cold wind quickly dried up his greasy sweat. In the white smoke, Zhang Jin smoked cigarettes one after another, frowned and recalled the details just now over and over again.

He remembered Cheng Kuang's tense body instantly when the quilt covered Cheng Kuang's eyes, and the hand that clasped his wrist with brute force. At that time, Cheng Kuang obviously wanted to put him down.But Cheng Kuang let go after a few seconds of pause, but his voice hadn't completely relaxed, and he called out "Brother Pao" in a slightly tense voice.

Just after this sound, Zhang Jin's brain stopped thinking, and Xiao Paoer replaced it fiercely like a tiger. He was impatient and disorganized, and hit his waist and hips so hard that his bones hurt.

Cheng Kuang was used to being able to bear it, but he couldn't stand Zhang Jin's tossing. When the small cannon was pushed in at the beginning, his arched waist suddenly softened, his clenched teeth were knocked open, and there was rubbing in his throat. There was a short sound.

Zhang Jin was stunned by this cry, his eardrums vibrated and buzzed in his ears for a while.He bit Cheng Kuang's shoulder, and greedily inhaled the smell of Cheng Kuang's hair and body like a drug addict, while listening to his amplified panting.Later, Cheng Kuang suppressed his voice, and the rambunctious words were all from Zhang Jin.

——So is Kuang'er really happy?

Zhang Jin hesitantly took out his mobile phone, entered this vigorous question into the search box, and studied it meticulously.

He saw a mysterious method. According to this self-proclaimed experienced person, to judge whether the other party is happy or not, you need to use the voice-this thing is quite subtle, it may not be cool if you scream hard, it may be painful .But if it is humming, it means that the firepower of the end gun is not strong enough.

...but what if there was no shouting at all?

It was the first time for Zhang Jin to do this with real swords and guns. The psychological stimulation was far greater than the physical stimulation. It was like a string of firecrackers crackling and exploding in his chest, and a similar sound echoed in his ears. upside down.After finishing the work, I couldn't calm down for a long time, staring at the hot and humid "balloon" and gasping for breath.

That feeling was like a thin electric current crawling along the nerves and criss-crossing all over the body, and the blood was throbbing.

——Friction can really generate electricity.

The power of knowledge made Zhang Zhazamao suddenly enlightened, feeling a little emotional.Then another sentence suddenly popped up in his ignorant mind: the action of force is mutual.

In this way, it is the same friction force, and the same friction generates electricity... Zhang Jin thought of Cheng Kuang's red eyes when he tensed his back and gasped for breath, and thought to himself: Anyway, Xiao Pao'er is happy, and Kuang'er should be similar ?

He exhaled a puff of cigarette, at this moment, the door behind him was pushed open with a "squeak", Zhang Jin shivered, and a short cigarette butt accidentally burned his hand.

"Oh fuck..." Zhang Jin flicked the cigarette butt away, and turned his head to meet Cheng Kuang's gaze.

Cheng Kuang had just finished taking a shower, his face was flushed by the steam, and he looked less indifferent than usual. He glanced at Zhang Jin, who was burned by the smoke afterwards, and asked, "What are you doing outside?"

"Scared me," Zhang Jin threw away the cigarette, wiped his nose, and said quietly, "I'm thinking about it."

It was cold outside, Zhang Jin shrunk his neck subconsciously when he spoke, Cheng Kuang looked at him and said, "Come in and reflect."

"Kuang'er," Zhang Jin figured it out, deceiving himself, and raised his drooping tail again.His after-sales service is very thoughtful. As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't help but want to "check the answer" with Xueba. He bent his eyes, cleared his throat, and asked thoughtfully, "How is your skill?"

"..." Facing Sha Paoer's straightforward satisfaction survey, Cheng Kuang was startled, and questioned sincerely: Does he have such a thing as technology?

Seeing that Cheng Kuang didn't speak, Zhang Jin asked a more brazen question: "Does it hurt or does it feel good?"

Cheng Kuang didn't want to answer, so he said restrainedly: "...Get lost."

Zhang Jin chased after unwillingly: "You are still a top student, have you read the question clearly? This is a multiple-choice question, A is pain, B is pleasure, I advise you to answer it again."

... This stupidity is not over yet.Cheng Kuang's patience ran out, and he squinted at him: "Is there a C?"

Zhang Jin asked: "What is C?"

Cheng Kuang wanted to say "you have to pick your feet", but he hesitated for a while before speaking.

These extremely vicious words are like ice picks, cold and sharp. Considering that Zhang Junjun is a delicate flower with tender branches and leaves, Cheng Kuang looked away and said against his conscience: "No C, I choose B."

In fact, I did feel a little bit later, although nine times out of ten it was due to pain and numbness, which created an illusion.

It is a multiple-choice question, but there can only be one answer.Zhang Jin got the correct answer, and asked uncertainly: "Really? Why didn't you say anything when you did it?"

Cheng Kuang said, "What do you want? Do you want me to sing a fuck song?"

"..." Zhang Jin imagined it for a while, and his heartbeat couldn't help but rush. He felt that he was going to die in Cheng Kuang's hands, so he couldn't help but leaned forward and bit his ear.

At that time, after the first snowfall, a little light from the sky leaked down, shining brightly, just like the sky when the sun was about to rise in the morning, but in fact, as the evening approached, the shadow of the sun did not rise, but slowly moved up and down by jumps and jumps. sank.

Just like their few remaining high school days.

By the time the sun rises next time, it will be almost New Year's Eve.

Xiang Shulan still spent her young year at her grandma's house, and Zhang Jin thought it would be the same on New Year's Eve, so he planned to go back to Yanshi Street with Cheng Kuang to celebrate the New Year.Unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the changes, so on the night before New Year's Eve, Xiang Shulan went home uncharacteristically.

She brought back a sack of flour and started clinking in the kitchen. Zhang Jin was stunned when he saw that she had made Xiaolongbao and dumplings.

Zhang Jin hadn't eaten Xiang Shulan's New Year's Eve dinner for many years, stood by the door and pinched himself, and couldn't help but ask nonsense: "Mom, aren't you going back to grandma's house tomorrow?"

Xiang Shulan was pinching buns, and the pleats were beautifully folded. Without raising her head, she said, "Didn't you go last year? Let's spend time at home this year, so we won't bother your grandma."

As she spoke, she thought of something again, and asked, "Has the little handsome guy come home?"

Zhang Jin replied while washing his hands: "I came back yesterday... Do you want to keep him for the New Year's Eve dinner? How about I go and bring him back?"

Xiang Shulan smiled and said angrily, "Fuck you."

"Mom, do you like him a lot?" Zhang Jin's heart moved, and he asked tentatively.

Xiang Shulan didn't know that her son had ulterior motives, so she replied without thinking, "I like it, what a kid, he reads well and looks good. I think your academic performance has improved when you are with him."

The joy in Zhang Jin's heart floated on his face undisguised, and Xiang Shulan was a little surprised when he saw him smile: "What are you laughing at? I'm praising his handsome guy, you have to learn from him."

"It's nothing," Zhang Jin said to his mother again, "If the handsome guy belongs to our family, would you be happy?"

"Where am I going to pick up such a son?" Xiang Shulan didn't realize the meaning behind her words, took the rolling pin from Zhang Jin's hand, and slammed him out, "Go do your homework, don't leave me here to make trouble, roll the dough It's like a dog chewing on it."

Miscellaneous Maoer heard the word "dog" too much, he wagged his tail and arched Zhang Jin's feet.

Zhang Jin whistled the dog to the yard, and called Cheng Kuang about the New Year's Eve dinner.

Cheng Kuang was at Grandma Cheng's house, and when Zhang Jin called, the ugly puppy was rubbing against his feet.

"Kuang'er," Zhang Jin asked him when he heard the bell, "Is the child bride beside you?"

Zhang Jin said the three words "child bride" in a serious manner, Cheng Kuang couldn't hold back, and said with a smile: "Yes."

At this time he heard the receiver, Zhang Jin said to Miscellaneous Maoer: "Did you hear the sound? That's your child bride-in-law, hurry up and say hello."

I don't know how Zhang Jin did it, but Za Maoer quickly let out a cooperative "Wow".

Here, the child bride-in-law heard the same kind of voice, and also barked "Aww".

Miscellaneous Maoer and its unmarried child bride never get tired of it. You come and go to communicate with each other in dog language. This scene is weird and funny. The two-legged anthropologist is ignorant of love. After holding back for a while, he finally stopped and smiled out loud.

At that time, Cheng Kuang didn't know that this was the last time he heard the call of Miscellaneous Hair.

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It seems that many friends did not understand the knowledge points in the last chapter, so I will let Brother Pao take you to review it.