Thunder can't catch fire

Zhou Yan said that this stinky boy "is not drunk, but when he is drunk, he is amazing." When Han Zheng drove him back in the Land Rover, he was frightened all the way, fearing that he would vomit all his bad deeds in his car.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan was quite sensible in this regard, half drunk and half sober, he seemed to know that now was not a good time to open his stomach, so he blushed and tried his best to restrain himself, even though his stomach was churning, he didn't spit it out.

Han Zheng finally relaxed when he arrived at Zhou Yan's house. He turned to look at Zhou Yan, and was about to say "get out of the car", but suddenly found that this guy had fallen asleep at some point.

The path at the entrance of the alley was very dark, only a few meters ahead there was a street lamp emitting a faint light, and Zhou Yan's face looked a little hazy under the faint moonlight.A small flying insect flew in from the car window and landed on Zhou Yan's forehead. He unconsciously raised his hand and patted his forehead, not lightly.

When he put down his hand again, the remains of the little flying insect were unsurprisingly imprinted on his forehead, and most of his forehead was red.

Han Zheng called him, the voice was not loud, Zhou Yan naturally did not wake up.He thought for a while, then reached out viciously and pinched Zhou Yan's nose with his thumb and fingers.

Zhou Yan's mouth was tightly closed, so when his nose was pinched, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he woke up with a "meow".

This "drunk cat" opened its eyes, looked at Han Zheng in a daze, then looked around, muttered something, and closed its eyes again!

Han Zheng was speechless.Seeing that it's getting late, you can't let the drunk sleep in the car all night, right? !Han Zheng frowned and thought about it, before deciding to carry Zhou Yan home.

It wasn't too difficult for him to do this. When Zhou Yan was flattened into a "disabled" and discharged from the hospital, he carried him upstairs on his back, but there was one difference - Zhou Yan was sober at the time, but now, he is He was so drunk that he couldn't find the north at all.

Han Zheng lowered his hand heavily, pinched Zhou Yan's face, and patted it hard again. He raised his eyelids with difficulty, and said in a raving voice, "You fucking...don't harass me..."

Professor Han's anger rushed up, but he had good self-control, told himself not to be like a drunk, and after considering the feasible plan in his mind, he decided to hug Zhou Yan up.

That's right - a hug, not a back.

This kind of hug is commonly known as "princess hug", although he is not a tender little girl in his arms, and not only does this guy not have arms around his neck, but also maintains a kind of head tilted back, arms hanging down, mentally handicapped same pose.

Han Zheng always had the illusion that Zhou Yan's neck would break at any moment, and his head would fall off in the next second.Perhaps it was the stimulating effect of alcohol. As soon as Han Zheng had that thought, he couldn't help imagining the scene, which was very weird.

Carrying is much more tiring than carrying it. Although Zhou Yan looks quite thin, he is a 1.8-meter man after all. The physical exertion of carrying him from the first floor to the sixth floor is comparable to carrying a cart of bricks.

When he finally reached the gate, Han Zheng unceremoniously threw Zhou Yan on the ground immediately, panted for a while, and then bent down to dig out Zhou Yan's pants to find the key.

This action was a little weird, especially when it was dark, Han Zheng touched Zhou Yan's thigh through his trousers, flesh and blood touched, Zhou Yan's skin was very hot, and Han Zheng's palm was also hot.

Zhou Yan's warm and even breathing was right next to his ears, and Han Zheng felt as if fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. In the dead silence around him, he felt that he could hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest cavity. So powerful that he even suspected he had a heart attack.

This feeling made him a little panicked.He hoped to quickly touch the first bunch of keys, but the more anxious he became, the more clumsy he became. After groping for a long time, he finally found the outline of the keys. When he pulled the keys out forcefully, he raised his head and met them. Zhou Yan's eyes.

Han Zheng: "..."

The soft moonlight shone in through the broken window in the corridor, and it just fell on Zhou Yan. There were tiny, hard-to-distinguish light sources in his pupils, and his usually inconspicuous double eyelids were now as deep as Just had double eyelid surgery, with a half circle of red marks.

Zhou Yan's sudden opening of his eyes made Han Zheng almost jump up in fright, especially because he was feeling a little unclear and thinking wildly in his mind at the moment.

After the two stared and stared at each other for nearly half a minute, Zhou Yan first failed, frowned and groaned, then opened his mouth and spat out with a coherent, coherent movement. Han Zheng was stunned. I didn't respond for a long time.

And when he recovered from the extreme shock, his first reaction was to kill the bastard.

Barbecue and vomit mixed with beer, the taste is too touching.What's even more touching is that Zhou Yan not only vomited himself, but also Han Zheng. There was a sticky and wet filth on his chest, so disgusting that Han Zheng almost vomited with him.

What's even more irritating is that the man fell asleep heartlessly after vomiting!

Han Zheng was holding back his fire, and he couldn't argue with the drunk, so he couldn't tell what he was suffering, so he had to endure the stench and toss Zhou Yan into the room first, then quickly took off his dirty shirt, and then went to the bathroom with his upper body naked Scrubbed it indiscriminately.

When he returned to the living room, Zhou Yan was still lying on his back on the sofa in an indecent posture, sprawling all over, like an octopus, snoring lightly.Han Zheng felt that the smell in the room was getting worse and worse. After thinking about it, he decided to take off Zhou Yan's dirty long T-shirt.

Halfway through, Zhou Yan moved, trying to turn over, Han Zheng was startled suddenly, even his temples twitched nervously, for some reason he felt a guilty conscience, feeling like he was sneaking around. The flower-picking thief of the women of Li Liang's family...

Fortunately, Zhou Yan just wanted to change his sleeping position and didn't wake up.Han Zheng took off his clothes smoothly, took them to soak in the sink in the bathroom, then went into his bedroom and took two clothes from the closet, one for himself and one for Zhou Yan.

After 10 minutes, I went back to the bathroom, scrubbed the T-shirt carefully, rinsed it several times, wrung it dry, and hung it on the balcony.

Zhou Yan's T-shirt and his own shirt were hung side by side on the clothes rail on the small balcony. They were about the same size and fluttered unsteadily in the wind. In the living room, he sat down on the small bench next to the sofa with his legs tucked up.

He left a slit on the balcony door before, allowing air to flow in, and the peculiar smell in the room gradually dissipated, leaving only the refreshing smell of laundry detergent.Han Zheng would feel numb and uncomfortable in his legs after sitting, so he stood up again and turned on the TV, his voice was low, and he lay cross-legged in front of the sofa, and began to watch the boring midnight reruns of variety shows.

The loud voices and exaggerated laughter on the TV, mixed with the ups and downs of the snoring of the person lying behind him, created a unique calming atmosphere at one o'clock in the morning, just so magical Sweep away Han Zheng's previous irritability and anger.

He looked around this cramped hut. It was old and crude, with a small part of the wall skin peeling off, the floors covered with tiles, quaint furniture, and... the one lying on the sofa seemed to be A man with a long, long story.

Ordinary like the plants and trees that can be seen every day in this city, but miraculously, they are so deeply bonded with him.

Han Zheng became more fascinated, thinking of a certain moment when the urge to urinate suddenly came up, and when he tried to stand up, his legs went numb because he hadn't moved for a long time, and he was about to fall, so he grabbed it subconsciously, and then Successfully dragged Zhou Yan who was peacefully dreaming at the side abruptly!

Zhou Yan rolled down from the sofa and licked his face on the ground. The sound made Han Zheng's heart skip a beat. His first reaction was - it's over, this kid will have a concussion and become demented!

He hastily pulled Zhou Yan up, but this time Zhou Yan woke up by himself—nonsense, if you don’t wake up after making such a big commotion, you’re really going crazy...

He was also stunned by the pain, and his subordinates pushed Han Zheng away lightly, and he got up and touched his forehead tremblingly.

It didn't take long for a big bump to protrude from the top.

Zhou Yan grimaced in pain, but fortunately, he didn't bleed and disfigured, but he didn't know if he had a concussion.

"It's not the back of the head, it shouldn't... die?" It was the first time Han Zheng talked to him so carefully, and looked at his face.

Zhou Yan was so angry that Han Zheng, the [-], couldn't spit ivory out of his mouth.

——"At most, it's stupid."

Seeing that Zhou Yan hadn't regained his composure for a long time, he was sitting on the ground rubbing his forehead as a mentally handicapped child with an injured face, and sighed: "Otherwise we'll go to the hospital..."

"No need. It's nothing serious." Zhou Yan is a person who has experienced a lot of troubles. He has even squatted in a bureau, and it is easy to restrain his emotions.

Han Zheng stared at the bag on his head for a while, then suddenly thought of something, and said, "Wait a minute." Then he walked into the kitchen.

When he came out again, he had a bag in his hand.

He put the bag on the table, went into the bathroom again, and fetched a basin of hot water.

Han Zheng told Zhou Yan to sit upright on the sofa, raised his head so that his forehead was facing the ceiling, showing a standard action for nosebleeds.

"Give it a hot compress, and I'll give you some medicine later."

When Zhou Yan heard this, he frowned, and just about to raise his head, Han Zheng slapped him down again, one finger pressed right on his big bag, and the pain made him blurt out a dirty word.

Han Zheng glanced at him with cold eyes: "You better be honest with me, don't toss about, or this bag won't disappear in three days."

You have the nerve to say...

Zhou Yan was complaining in his heart, but he was powerless on the surface.At this moment, my head is still dizzy, I don't know if it's because of drunkenness or the concussion from the previous collision, the whole person is as weak as Sister Lin.

Han Zheng soaked the towel in hot water, wrung out the water, folded it into a small cube, and pressed it lightly on Zhou Yan's forehead.It might be that the temperature of the towel was too high, when it touched Zhou Yan's skin, he felt his heart tremble.

"Don't move."

Han Zheng warned him again and gave him a fierce look.The distance between the two was a bit too close, Han Zheng's breath was just above Zhou Yan's, it was hot, and maintaining that posture for a long time, Zhou Yan himself felt hot and unbearable.

He coughed and said, "I'll take it myself."

Han Zheng didn't argue with him, but gave him a vague look, and let him hold the towel for himself.

After a few more minutes, the hot towel completely turned into a cold towel. Han Zheng took out a bunch of messy medicines from the bag, and said that he would give Zhou Yan some medicine.

Zhou Yan casually picked up a tube of ointment and looked at it. It had a difficult-to-pronounce medicine name on it: "What are these? Why didn't I know I had these things at home?"

"I bought it last time. Remember the time you were beaten by Luo Jinfeng?"

"I don't remember." Zhou Yan replied honestly, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember it.

Han Zheng sneered—of course he didn't remember, he didn't drink much that time, Han Zheng went to buy medicine, and when he came back, he found that he was sleeping like a dead pig, unshakable.

Han Zheng smeared medicine on his callused rough fingertips, and rubbed Zhou Yan's forehead back and forth. A sore pain spread, but the soreness seemed to be a little pleasant and comfortable...

Zhou Yan was shocked by his own thoughts, and called himself a super pervert.

After going back and forth like this, Zhou Yan couldn't fall asleep, and suddenly felt a little hungry, so he asked Han Zheng, "Would you like some instant noodles?"

Han Zheng glanced at him and nodded: "All right, do you have any at your house?"

Zhou Yan didn't intend to ask Han Zheng to do it, he just planned to use the most primitive method, open the lid, pour hot water, and it's done, which can be regarded as respecting the traditional food of instant noodles.Unexpectedly, Han Zheng was so twisted that he wanted to cook in a small pot.

Zhou Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, since Han Zheng wanted to do it himself, he was happy to be quiet.

Zhou Yan was sitting on the sofa watching TV waiting for supper when he suddenly felt a little cold and ran to the balcony to close the door.

Then I was stunned.

On the clothes rail on the balcony, there are two clothes hanging.

One is his T-shirt, which he wears today; the other is a white shirt he never wears, crumpled and empty, swinging in the wind.

Then he subconsciously glanced at himself, then turned to look at Han Zheng who was busy in the kitchen.

Then there was a "boom" in my brain, as if it was blown apart!

——Who the hell will tell him why both of them changed their clothes after sleeping? !

The author has something to say:

The purpose of writing the article has always been "even if only one person is watching it, it will fill in the hole"!Think about the spiritual victory method for so long!