Two pots of water

"Then why do you see people scratching their backs and not scratching their marks?" Fang Zhou probably didn't know what to say, so he could only answer with a half-smile.

"What are you talking about?" Mom glared at him, "Then he just turned around and saw it, and it's not like I have to turn around to look."

"You have really good eyesight." Jiang Chu could only think of Qin Zui's "puppet love" as his mother, smiled and continued to drink soup.

"Isn't it?" Mom looked over again.

"I really don't know." Jiang Chu made a helpless expression.

"He didn't talk about it, and he didn't tell me. Did I tell you about my relationship when I was in college?" He asked his mother deliberately.

"Don't tell me." Fang Zhou smiled, "I'll scold you for puppy love after I tell you."

"It's annoying you two!" Mom frowned and didn't say this again.

It wasn't until the meal was almost finished that Jiang Chu put down his chopsticks and was about to leave, when his mother said lightly: "I can let that child move away from you later."

Jiang Chu was stunned.

"Why did you mention this suddenly?" He looked at his mother, "He lives well."

"I go to school all year round, and I come back to live for two or three months during the holidays. Where can I not live?" My mother has no expression.

"Do you still have to reserve a room for him every day for the next eight years?" She asked Jiang Chu.

"That's also..." Jiang Chu wanted to say that it was not a big deal.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his mother turned to stare at him.

It does seem a bit weird to be too insistent on disagreeing at the moment.

"That's not in a hurry." Jiang Chu changed his tone a little more relaxed, "You said it all, anyway, he only lives for two or three months a year, and he can't go home, so he rents a room."

"You also know that his 'home' is here?" Mom sneered.

"His own mother and stepfather are all there, so what's the point of living with you year after year? What the hell does he eat?" She asked Jiang Chu like a cannonball.

Although my mother has always looked down on Jiang Liantian and Tan Shuman, she has never said such bad words in front of Jiang Chu.

Fang Zhou winked at Jiang Chu from the side, telling Jiang Chu not to confront her right now.

Of course Jiang Chu is aware of his mother's temper, just like him, he takes soft things rather than tough ones.

"You're still angry." He smiled and rubbed his mother's shoulder, "Okay, I'll see how to arrange it later."

"Let your father arrange it." Mom turned her head and continued to deal with the cold bamboo shoots on the plate slowly, "Whoever's son should worry about it."

If he only stayed here at noon, even though he was going up and down, Jiang Chu would still be in the bottom line.

What really made the thread in his heart completely tense was when his mother flipped his neckline behind him when he changed his shoes and was about to go out.

"It's time to buy clothes." She straightened Jiang Chu's collar, "Why do I feel that I see you in these two outfits these few times?"

Mom's actions seemed to be very casual, and her words were very natural.

Jiang Chu stared at the doorknob in front of him, but his back was instantly covered with sweat, and his heart was pounding like a live chicken that had been plucked.

"That's not because you've been seeing me for the past two days, and you're tired." He turned around with a smile on his lips.

"Uncle, I'm leaving first." Jiang Chu greeted Fang Zhou again.

Mom looked at him and said nothing, Fang Zhou raised his chin with a teacup and said, "Go get busy!"

Jiang Chu went all the way to the underground garage, and when he got out of the elevator, he was still in a state of nervousness.

His mother's behavior at noon, every word, every look, and the last movement of turning up her collar, flashed back and forth in front of his eyes.

Jiang Chu could no longer convince himself that this meal was just to invite him to drink a bowl of old duck soup.

Mom's tentative attitude probably means that she hasn't thought of that level yet, or she doesn't want to believe it, and she can't accept the possibility that her intuition points to.

But no matter whether she accepted it or not, she was more or less suspicious and vigilant, and even started to hint at herself.

"...fuck." Jiang Chu was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette in a daze.

The old man dropped a piece of soot on his leg, punched a hole in his trousers and burned his flesh. Only then did he recover and cursed in a low voice.

Try to think about what mom is thinking at the moment, and her mood...

Jiang Chu felt like a clockwork in his throat, twisting round and round in his heart.

Qin Zui came back with a paper bag of fried chestnuts in sugar. When he opened the door, he saw Jiang Chu's shoes lying in a mess in the hallway.

"Brother?" he called out.

"Back?" Jiang Chu's voice came from the bathroom.

"You've been grabbing my words these two days." Tan Zui put the paper bag on the porch cabinet, "It's not five o'clock yet, why are you back?"

"Come here." Jiang Chu came out of the bathroom shirtless, and turned Tan Zui to grab his clothes without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Tan Zui smiled and turned his head to look back at him.

Jiang Chu didn't say a word, and when he saw the two red marks under Tan Zui's shoulder blades, he was stunned.

"When did you scratch it?" He tapped on Tan Zui's back, and almost couldn't help but rub it off for him.

"What?" Tan Zui drooped his eyelashes and looked down, but couldn't see anything.

He turned his neck to turn back, but Jiang Chu pushed the back of his neck and pushed him back, pulling his neckline open.

"Fuck." Jiang Chu frowned.

The red mark he made on the side of Qin Zu's neck is still fucking bright right now.

"What's the matter?" Tan Zui was stunned by his two actions, "Can you see it from behind?"

"How can you leave marks on your big man?" Jiang Chu slapped him on the back.

"Who are you asking?" Tan Zui looked at Jiang Chu, turned to him and pulled off his belt, "Your tooth marks are still blue, take a look?"

"Sick." Jiang Chu smiled and pushed him.

Tan Zui grabbed Jiang Chu's elbow and didn't let him go, took out his mobile phone and pressed it twice and handed it over.

Jiang Chu pushed Tan Zui's clothes up to take a picture, threw the phone back into Tan Zui's arms, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer.

"When did you do this?" Tan Zui looked at his back in the photo and frowned.

He lifted his arms and pulled off his clothes, and went to look at the mirror again.

There are two obvious red marks, which are obviously not felt at all. They look like Liang Xiaojia's arm stabbed by caterpillars when she was a child.

"Did you catch it yourself?" Jiang Chu was also puzzled, and came over with a beer, and touched the two roads.

"Why am I so capable." Tan Zui stared at Jiang Chu from the mirror, "Did she see it?"

"Ah. I see." Jiang Chu looked at him and took another sip of beer.

Tan Zui frowned, pursed his lips, and turned to look at him face to face.

"Promising." Jiang Chu saw Tan Zui's expression, and couldn't bear to upset him as much as himself.

"She asked me if you were talking about your girlfriend's puppy love. The battle was very strong." He smiled and pinched Tan Zui's ass.

"What puppy love?" Qin Zui couldn't help laughing when he heard the word, "What did you say?"

"I said, how do I know who to tell my family members about any emotional movements during adolescence." Jiang Chu said, turning to the mirror to look at himself.

"You didn't." Tan Zui glanced at his neck and rolled his head, "Isn't everything from here on up banned by me?"

"Don't think about it here, it's fucking about to crack." Jiang Chu broke his wrist, "You are a dog."

"Auntie believed it?" Tan Zui took a sip of the beer in Jiang Chu's hand.

"It's okay if she doesn't believe it." Jiang Chu circled Tan Zui's back and scratched twice, still unable to figure it out, "But how come I don't have the slightest impression here?"

Tan Zui then glanced at the mirror behind him and smiled.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Chu asked.

"It looks like you were scratched by me." Qin Zui bit Jiang Chu's ear, and pulled Jiang Chu's arm to "restore" his look.

Jiang Chu put his arm around Tan Zui's back for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Studying medicine has ruined your mind, so you need to use fantasy." He raised his hand to pat Tan Zui's face, "I also want to be realistic."

Tan Zui didn't speak, and looked at Jiang Chu's forehead.

This is enough step by step, want to start Final Fantasy?

Jiang Chu raised his chin and kissed Tan Zui's nose.

If you put it on yesterday, maybe you will cooperate.

Although he thought about the destination he wanted to expand, he still couldn't... understand.

But Tan Zui is different, Tan Zui has a wonderful attraction to him, just the untouchable back makes his heart itch, and it becomes tight when he touches it, which makes Jiang Chu always want to scratch it to react.

As a result, such heavy marks were scratched unconsciously.

Imagine the scene where Tan Zui could only be passive with his neck stuck, Jiang Chu could quite accept it.

Even a little interested.

But that was yesterday's mood.

At this moment, Jiang Chu had a lawsuit on his forehead, and he was in no mood at all.

"Clean up, I have to go have dinner with your mother later." He patted Tan Zui's waist and retracted his arms.

Qin Zui said "hmm", and took the paper bag on the cabinet across Jiang Chu, "Liang Xiaojia bought you chestnuts fried in sugar."

"Could it be bought for me?" Jiang Chu smiled and took one and peeled it off, "I bought it for you, a good friend."

"He discovered a new delicacy at the gate of the school." Tan Chi lowered his head and bit away the chestnuts that Jiang Chu had just peeled, "Let me bring them back to eat with you."

"Just 'eat together'?" Jiang Chu just raised his hand.

Tan Zui smiled and said "Hey", and peeled off three more to compensate him.

When I went to Jiang Liantian's house today, it was Tan Shuman who opened the door for them.

Jiang Chu glanced over and saw no one, so he asked, "Where's my dad?"

"I just answered a call." Tan Shuman pointed to the study.

After taking the fruit from Tan Zui, she looked at Tan Zui up and down as if looking at someone else's son, and said, "Taller than Xiao Chu?"

"They're all half a year older than me." Jiang Chu smiled.

The old duck soup at noon was too much to eat. Jiang Chu smelled the smell of the kitchen. Just about to go in and see what he was cooking, Jiang Liantian opened the door of the study and leaned out halfway.

"Come here and have a word with you." He waved at Jiang Chu.

"What?" Jiang Chu only managed to touch a small piece of watermelon, ate it in two mouthfuls, threw the skin into the trash can, wiped his hands and went into the study.

"Get that one for Tan Zui, what country did Lao Chen bring you last time, and give it to him." Jiang Liantian shouted into the living room.

Jiang Chu stepped into the study with his front foot, and he closed the door with his back foot.

"You pinch my heels again." Jiang Chu looked at him strangely, "What's the matter, you're so mysterious, you got me another brother?"

"You deserve a beating." Jiang Liantian pointed at him with his mobile phone, then threw it on the sofa, "Your mother called me."

For a second, Jiang Chu forgot whether he was still panting.

"Ah." He observed Jiang Liantian's face, took out a cigarette and bit it, "What did you say?"

"Let me take—" Jiang Liantian pointed to the study door, "get it away from you."

Ask Qin Zui to move out of his house.

Mom knew that Jiang Chu's promise was useless, so she notified Jiang Liantian directly.

Knowing that he and Tan would most likely come over for dinner at night, they called here specifically for the meal time.

"This is vigorous and resolute," Jiang Chu twitched the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head to pick the jade carvings on Jiang Liantian's desk, "It's really my mother's style."

"I told you?" Jiang Liantian was also watching Jiang Chu's reaction.

"Hmm." Jiang Chu let out a muffled sound from his throat.

"I said why she came to me so suddenly, and said that I don't know how to think for you." Jiang Liantian was scolded suddenly, and he was a little embarrassed in the middle, "I didn't do that before. Did I mention it to you?"

Jiang Chu frowned and said nothing.

"What do you think?" Jiang Liantian asked again.

"What am I thinking?" Jiang Chu raised his head "swish".

All the chaos that could not be found turned into irritability that could not be vented, and his emotions that had been suppressed all day suddenly broke out.

"Did you ask me what I thought when you pushed him at me? Did you ask Tan Zui what I thought?" Jiang Chu stared at Jiang Liantian, "Ask me what I think now, I said I didn't say these things last time You don't care anymore?"

The corners of Jiang Liantian's mouth loosened and tightened for a while, and he stared at Jiang Chu for a while.

He was not such a good-tempered father when he was young.

If Tan Zui hadn't arranged this matter, he would have been wronged by Jiang Chu from the beginning to the end, Jiang Liantian might have kicked him up if Jiang Chu threw face at him so casually.

"Speak up." He rolled his chin towards the door, "Go and shout at Tan Zui and your Aunt Tan."

Jiang Chu exhaled sullenly from his chest, and rubbed his brows in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Jiang Chu squeezed the cigarette from his mouth, and without seeing the ashtray, he flicked it at a bottle on the table casually, "I'm a little bored today."

"This bottle is 20 yuan." Jiang Liantian said.

Jiang Chu looked at him for another two seconds, angry and wanting to laugh, he let go and threw the whole cigarette in.

"Virtue." Jiang Liantian reached over the teacup and poured some water into it.

"Your mother is right." He also smoked a cigarette, "The original point is to let him live with you until he goes to college. Aunt Tan will give Tan the best house even if she doesn't urge you."

Jiang Chu didn't speak.

He didn't want to say anything, and he didn't know what to say.

This ex-husband and wife who have been arguing for half their lives have a magical mutual understanding and tacit understanding in some aspects.

"Don't put on a face, make it seem like a big deal," Jiang Liantian glared at him, "We're not driving him back."

"I bought the house for him to put there. When he comes back from vacation, he wants to live by himself. If he wants to go to your place for two days, he can stay there for two days." He said, still couldn't help kicking Jiang Chu's calf, " What can't be done? I can't take care of him and I can't take care of you? "

This is indeed the most normal and reasonable arrangement.

Jiang Chu couldn't explain to Jiang Liantian why he "made a fuss out of a molehill", let alone tell him that what bothered him wasn't the superficial issue of whether Tan Zui could still live with him.

From the perspective of parents on both sides, no one can understand.

He even just remembered that he forgot to be "lucky" that his mother didn't say anything else to Jiang Liantian, although his mother would never fight Jiang Liantian before the matter was clarified.

"Whatever, you can figure it out." Jiang Chu waved his hands in annoyance.

Sandwiched between a father and a mother, even Tan Shuman's own mother bought a good house for Tan Zui, and he has no position to make any decisions.

"Don't tell me, and don't mention it to Tan Zui yet." Jiang Chu turned and went out from the study.