The landlord is a subject

When Zheng Jiaming returned home, several of Fang Ze's classmates were still there. Before he opened the door, he heard ghosts crying and wolves howling in the living room. It was a lively scene.

The moment the door opened, the room suddenly became quiet, which was a bit eerie.

"Go ahead and play." Zheng Jiaming smiled good-naturedly, "It just so happens that it's getting late, so stay for dinner."

Fang Ze yelled "Brother, you are back", and several classmates followed suit, which made Zheng Jiaming a little embarrassed.

"What did you have for lunch?" Zheng Jiaming walked over to touch Xiao Hei, then hugged Ah Jin.

"I took them out to eat, don't worry!" Fang Ze replied confidently, probably the food that the children ate at noon thought it was good.

Fang Ze played games and chatted with a few classmates in the living room, and Zheng Jiaming went to the kitchen to wash his hands and cook.

Time passed quickly, Zheng Jiaming's hands and feet were nimble, and he cooked six dishes and one soup in a short time. Fang Ze and his classmates were noisily helping to arrange the dishes. Zheng Jiaming looked at the window, but the yard was still empty.

"Fang Ze, has your brother called back?"

"No……"

Fang Ze was a little embarrassed. If Zheng Jiaming hadn't asked, he would have forgotten Fang Zheng's existence, and rolled up his sleeves and planned to start eating.However, a classmate turned his head suspiciously, first looked at Fang Ze, then at Zheng Jiaming, and finally pursed his lips hesitantly.

Zheng Jiaming took out his cell phone from his coat pocket and checked, there were no text messages or missed calls.

I had no choice but to take the initiative to call.

The phone got through, but no one answered.Zheng Jiaming waited until he automatically hung up, and finally couldn't help frowning.Fangzheng usually gets off work earlier than him, so something happened today, right?

"What's wrong? My brother doesn't answer the phone?" Fang Ze also came over, and several of his classmates stood aside without saying a word.

"It's okay, I'm probably busy with work." Zheng Jiaming quickly put on his smile again, "Don't wait for him, let's eat first, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Several half-grown children started to make noise again, and one by one they pulled out their chairs and sat down. For a while, the chopsticks and spoons were stretched out to serve food and vegetables, and the meal was full of excitement.

After dinner, everyone helped put away the dishes and wipe the table. Zheng Jiaming couldn't stop them, so he could only stand aside and praise them for being polite.Fang Ze saw that his sister-in-law had been robbed of his attention, so he said sarcastic remarks: "This is 'cannibalism', you don't even know how lazy they are at home."

Zheng Jiaming prepared another plate of fruit, which the children shared, and then got up to say goodbye.Fang Ze naturally wanted to send them to the platform, and Zheng Jiaming followed.

When I got home again, the clock on the wall had reached nine o'clock, but Fangzheng still didn't call back. Zheng Jiaming called again and turned off the phone.

"Could it be lost again..."

Zheng Jiaming asked Fang Ze to go to bed first, but Fang Ze didn't go upstairs after taking a shower, insisting on accompanying Zheng Jiaming to wait for his brother to come back, so the two simply watched a movie in the living room.

Just waiting and waiting, the hour hand passed twelve o'clock, Fang Ze was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the sofa, Zheng Jiaming's eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly hold on, and the car lights turned on in the yard.

Zheng Jiaming stood up in a jerk, opened the door and went out. Fang Ze was also woken up and yawned in a daze.

"Fang Ze, come and help!"

"Oh, here we come."

Fangzheng was drunk, so the driver drove the car back.

Zheng Jiaming and Fang Ze carried the heavy drunk Fang into the living room together, both of them were exhausted.

"It smells too bad..." Fang Ze frowned, and the expression of disgust almost dripped from his face.

"Okay, go to sleep, and leave it to me."

"My brother is so heavy, can you do it alone?"

"I'm used to it. Before your brother injured his leg, I came here alone." Zheng Jiaming still smiled as usual.

"Then I'll go up."

"Go, good night."

"Good night."

Fang Ze walked up the stairs step by step.

Zheng Jiaming sat alone on the sofa for a while, his mood became depressed little by little, and he became dazed in a trance, until he was suddenly awakened by the excessive silence in the living room, and then carried Fangzheng to the bathroom.

Fangzheng opened his eyes while taking a shower, Zheng Jiaming asked him if he was dizzy, but he didn't answer, just frowned.

Zheng Jiaming knew that Fangzheng was in a bad mood tonight.

Even so, Zheng Jiaming helped Fangzheng clean up and took him into the room.

The next morning, Fangzheng woke up earlier than Zheng Jiaming, perhaps because he knew that it was bad for him to come home late drunk, so he prepared breakfast with a guilty conscience.

"Why do you wake up so early, don't you have a headache?"

"It's okay." Fangzheng was wearing Zheng Jiaming's apron around his waist, frying eggs in an orderly manner, "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

"It's okay, I slept for several hours, that's enough."

Zheng Jiaming sat on the sofa and waited for breakfast, when he suddenly remembered something, he ran to the kitchen door again.

"Why did you turn off your mobile phone later? No one answered your call before, so you won't lose it again?"

Fangzheng's expression paused, and he habitually touched his pocket, only then did he remember that he had changed out of his clothes last night.

"Probably didn't hear it."

"Then... did you work overtime last night?" Zheng Jiaming hesitated a bit when he asked, he felt very embarrassed, as if he was asking something.

"No." Fangzheng put the fried eggs on the plate, took out the milk and started to heat up, "I met a friend after get off work, and we went out for a few drinks together."

"Oh." Zheng Jiaming was actually curious about what kind of friend he was, but he really couldn't ask.

The atmosphere is slightly awkward.

"Why hasn't Fang Ze woke up yet?"

Fangzheng changed the subject in a timely manner, and Zheng Jiaming immediately went downhill: "I'll call him."

Zheng Jiaming went to work on his electric bike, and what he wanted to tell Fang Zheng after get off work yesterday was delayed. After that time, he didn't have the desire to bring it up now, so he simply let it pass.

The morning sun has already made people feel hot and dry, and summer is here.

Zheng Jiaming shuttled between high and low floors, passed one traffic light after another, sometimes it was clear, sometimes it stopped, and he approached the car dealership bit by bit.

Probably because he really didn't sleep well last night, Zheng Jiaming felt that his energy was low and his mood was not very good. Thinking about what happened yesterday, he shook his head irritably.

Suddenly, I heard a noise in front of me. When I got closer, the two cars collided, and the owner of the car was arguing for the repair fee.Next to him was a bus driver with his head stretched out to watch the excitement, muttering "a mountain cannon" in his mouth, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Morning peak, such a thing is too normal, Zheng Jiaming has long been used to it.What he thought was that the weather has been hot recently, and everyone's temper has risen. It's time to cook some mung bean soup to relieve the heat.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is very difficult, and when I think about the torture soon, my heart feels full...

I'm not good at writing abuse text TT