my voice is poisonous

Fu Yunzhou couldn't urinate at all this time. In his eyes, the scenery at this moment was at the national 5A level. Fu Yunzhou lowered his head and looked down, staring at the constantly jumping water in the toilet, wanting to cry but not crying.

Pei Yan felt refreshed after urinating, she shook her pants and pulled up her pants. Fu Yunzhou didn't let go of his breath, and the urge to urinate hadn't been cultivated again. Pei Yan was slightly surprised and teased: "Hey, I said I haven't seen you for a long time. You've grown up pretty well."

Fu Yunzhou's face turned red all of a sudden, and the fire was so hot that the top of his head was about to burst into steam.

Ever since he was in junior high school, Fu Yunzhou consciously or unintentionally began to avoid "meeting honestly" with Pei Yan. These six or seven years have passed, and it is really "long time no see".

Pei Yan didn't leave after urinating, and continued to joke with him with a smirk on the corner of her mouth: "Look at you--well, the weight is not light, right? I said, you have been holding it like this for a long time, are your hands sore?" ?”

Fu Yunzhou gritted his teeth and yelled at him: "Do you bother you?! Get out!"

"No, wait for you to come together, hurry up, are you still peeing?" Pei Yan folded her arms and looked at him happily, smiling more and more

Too bad, he was laughing at himself for a while, a strange emotion suddenly flashed in his eyes, he leaned forward and rubbed against Fu Yunzhou, probing softly, "Yunzhou, don't you want to find a girlfriend? Don't waste it. This is a blessing." size."

He spoke jokingly, but Fu Yunzhou's face changed, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and his head lowered lower and lower.

"You, what do you mean by this expression?" Pei Yan's smile on his face became more and more rigid. He stretched out his hand and pushed Fu Yunzhou, only to see Fu Yunzhou drooping his eyebrows, slowly pulling up his pants with one hand, and I stopped peeing, turned around and turned on the tap to wash my hands.

"What's wrong?" Pei Yan's heart clicked, and he quickly called out, "Yun Zhou?"

Fu Yunzhou rushed his hands under the water in silence, and rubbed his hands together again and again. He whispered in the sound of the water: "I have someone I like, but I didn't tell him, and he didn't know. Anyway, I'm about to graduate. That's it, that's it."

"Who?" Pei Yan heard her voice gritted her teeth, it was cold and heavy, with a sense of depression and ferocity for no reason, "Someone I know?"

Fu Yunzhou raised his head, looked into his eyes from the mirror, and said calmly, "Yes."

The toilet suddenly became quiet, Fu Yunzhou thought bitterly, anyway, Pei Yan's job is well signed, and he will be dispatched sooner or later according to his ability.

In the country, sooner or later he has to have his own life, and he can't follow him all his life, live next door to him and treat him as a child.

That's it, knowing or not knowing, they always go their separate ways, either at the next intersection or the next one, one turns left and the other turns right, and then, a lifetime passes by...

"Oh shit!"

Fu Yunzhou was taken aback when he heard the sound, as if he had been greatly frightened, Pei Yan in the mirror frowned and cursed a rare word, turned around and left the door, Fu Yunzhou inexplicably caught a low and deep sentence from him being caught in the crack of the door Quick "Old...Cabbage...Arch..."

What happened to the old cabbage?

What do you mean?Taunting him as an old cabbage and tender leaves, the love blossomed too late?Why are these words so strange?Moreover, he, Pei Yan, has such a high vision for so many years that no one has taken a fancy to him?

Fu Yunzhou was completely confused. He dried his hands and went back to the room. Looking up, he found that Pei Yan was lying on his side with his back facing him. Even his back showed a strong gloom and irritability. He almost took a highlighter to mark "the baby is very Angry.

Fu Yunzhou is so old, and the number of real quarrels with Pei Yan can be counted on the fingers.

Pei Yan always pampers him with an attitude of "I really can't do anything about you, so let's do it", even when the two of them have serious differences of opinion, he will first use "Pei's" to mock him , Just follow him as you want after you are done with him, there is no bottom line and no principle.

Sometimes Fu Yunzhou couldn't help but speculate amorously, would Pei Yan also like him?

But before he could look for any clues to prove his thoughts, Pei Yan's straight male attributes would give him a blow in the face, shaking his wishful thinking.

For example, when the other two buddies in the room closed the door to watch a movie, Pei Yan would poke his head out from the lower berth and read an ancient poem that was put together on the screen, commenting politely: "The ice muscle is naturally thin, and the texture is delicate. Bone and meat evenly." (Note 1)

For another example, when a group of people get together, drink beer and talk about girls, Pei Yan will smile and squint her eyes and say: "A beauty should be—as bright as an autumn moon, with hands as soft as pancreas, skin as curdled fat, and a slender waist. "(Note 2)

He can comment on the beauties of 5000 years ago mixed with ancient poems, and he can speak clearly and logically, but he can't say "handsome" to any man.

Fu Yunzhou sighed sullenly and silently, lay down on the lower berth dully, tucked himself into Pei Yan's thin quilt, buried the tip of his nose in the pillow, and was in a daze without sleepiness.

It wasn't until early in the morning that Fu Yunzhou was vaguely sleepy. Before he fell asleep, he was woken up by the alarm. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to look over at Pei Yan's bed, but there was no one on the upper bunk.

With short messy hair on his head, Fu Yunzhou changed his pajamas with difficulty in absent-mindedness. His foot was stuck in his trousers, and the door of the dormitory was pulled open from the outside.

Pei Yan was neatly dressed, carrying several edible plastic bags in one hand, and walked in with a normal expression. Passing by him, she raised her hand and rubbed his head, and told him like a father: "Go wash up, I bought you for breakfast. My favorites are shrimp meat buns and tofu brains.”

Fu Yunzhou's long-legs were lying on the bed naked, and he didn't react for a while after being rubbed by him.

Pei Yan didn't bother him any more, she dug out their bowls on the table by the window, spread out the plastic bag and put them on the bowls, and instantly the fragrance filled the room.

"Damn it! Old Pei, you woke up early in the morning to spread hatred!" Zhang Kun threw the quilt and sat up, and said angrily, "You have been tossing around like this for four years, and you still don't stop before graduation, why don't you go back to your company! roll roll roll!"

"It smells...it smells so good...you can tell it's not from our school cafeteria..." Pan Shao sniffed and turned over.

"Get up if you want to eat. I bought four drawers of steamed stuffed buns, and I won't wait until I finish eating them!" Pei Yan turned to Fu Yunzhou and said, "And you, why are you so dazed! Go wash up, it's too late for work It's useless to ask me to cry!"

Fu Yunzhou: "..."

It's been a long time, Dad Pei□□ mode... It feels... so good...

*****

When Fu Yunzhou entered the recording studio, his mouth still smelled of coriander in tofu. Pei Yan stuffed a lozenge into his mouth, and put the fat sea that he soaked for him in the morning into a thermos, and put it outside the room. on the table, and told him to remember to drink during the break.

Fu Yunzhou waited for him to finish his explanation, then he crushed the lozenges and swallowed them, turned around and opened the door in the inner room, sat behind the equipment table, raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Yan outside the window with a little nostalgia, Pei Yan made it for him A gesture to smoke.

Fu Yunzhou nodded, seeing that he was gone, he opened the script he had put on the table, turned to the place where the page was folded yesterday, and waited for Director Liang to turn on the light.

He stopped yesterday: Wen Yu returned to the court, replaced Yan Qingjiang with a mortal monk by mistake, deceived the Holy One, and took the position of Si Tianjian.

The emperor's obsession with becoming an immortal was not widely publicized, so the monk brought back by Wen Yu was named a fifth-rank imperial doctor to hide the truth.

And Wen Yu, who was born in the grass and grew up in the grass, seems to be separated from the officialdom in this prosperous capital by thousands of mountains and seas.

When Wen Yu woke up, he stared at the gauze curtain above the bed in a daze. He didn't wait for Wen Qinru to knock on the door to wake him up, and then he remembered that he had a rest today and didn't have to go to court.

Wen Yu leaned sideways and pillowed his arm, and no longer felt sleepy.He tossed and turned, always feeling that there seemed to be something missing in his heart, which always made him unhappy.

He put on his clothes and got out of bed, leaned against the window and opened it.

It was quiet outside the house, it was not yet bright, and looking farther away, the servant was cleaning the corridor.

Wen Yu rested his left hand on the edge of the window and sat until the sun rose in the east. The maid knocked on the door and called him: "My lord, are you up?"

Wen Yu responded, but it was Wen Qinru who opened the door and came in. She brought a copper basin and blue salt to wash Wen Yu, then pressed him to sit upright in front of the window, and tied his hair.

From Xishan to the capital, only the relationship between the brother and sister has not changed.

"Sister, I want to raise chickens." Wen Yu looked up at Wen Qinru and said seriously, "It's too quiet."

"I also thought of this a few days ago, but the maid refused to let me, saying that I would be laughed at. Why don't I go to the market with my brother after breakfast?" Wen Qinru always spoke softly, "I've been waiting for my brother for half a year , I’m so bored, the noble ladies in Beijing just chat with Taoist parents all day long, I can’t do this.”

"It was made by a woman. A girl of your age should embroider a wedding dress for herself at home, but your wedding dress was embroidered years ago." Wen Yu looked up at her, and folded her hands on her knees. The fingers of the head rubbed unconsciously.

"Can I go to the outskirts of Beijing to pick some herbs? Just like we did in Xishan, drying herbs and raising chickens, life is very interesting, isn't it?" Wen Qinru fixed his hair and found clothes for him In exchange, bend down and put a jade button and a sachet on his waist.

Wen Yu lowered his head with great interest, and kept playing with the sachet embroidered with colorful threads with his fingertips. The sachet was extremely delicately made, with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in water embroidered on the front and back.

He poked the swollen belly of the sachet with his long-sleeved index finger, and asked without raising his head, "What's in it?"

"It's nothing important, just some cotton wool." Wen Qinru said, "I thought that when the heat comes, my brother can put some wormwood inside to repel mosquitoes, so I made the sachet into a bag. When my brother wants to use it, put the bag Just untie the knot at the mouth."

Wen Yu thanked her, and then used her slender index finger to wrap around the tassel hanging under the pouch.

"Don't mess with it, this is for my future sister-in-law." Wen Qinru slapped his finger off angrily, and explained in a few words,

"It's the rule in Beijing, pick it from any girl you like, and send it away. Let's go to the country and do as the Romans do."

Wen Yu nodded when he heard the words, hooked the lanyard of the sachet with the little finger of his left hand, wrapped it around his fingertips a few times, and replied with a smile in his eyes: "Okay."

The author has something to say:

Note 1: Bing Muscle is naturally thin —— "Poppy" Song Su Shi

The texture is delicate and the bone is even and the flesh is uniform——Tang Dufu in "The Journey of Beauty"

Note 2: The beauty should be, as bright as the autumn moon, hands as soft as pancreas, skin as curdled fat, and slender waist—a mixture of ancient poems

But all the poems appearing in the article are from the ancients, and I don't have the literary talent to create original ones.