Tired Bird Knows Return

"When did I say..."

Chen Yanqing gritted her molars and murmured to the old lady, and sighed in front of everyone, "Could it be that you think my place is interesting? Then it seems that this cauliflower snake is still effective."

In her words, Fu Cheng put his gaze on the back of Chen Yanqing's hand. Chen Yanqing's hand was a little darkened by the white gauze, and it hung down by his leg, which made him feel a little ruffian. Fu Cheng just stared at it until Chen Yanqing spoke again.

"Grandma, then I will trouble you to clean up a room for my classmate."

Seeing his unyielding spirit, Tang Ping smiled tacitly with Yang Xiangan, and then said, "Let me clean up, Mom, can I live in the room opposite Yanqing?"

"You don't need to clean up, the rooms upstairs are all cleaned up," the old lady stood up on her legs, "there is hot water in the bathroom, so you can go upstairs and stay there if you have nothing to do."

As soon as Chen Yanqing heard this, he turned back to the stairs, walked halfway and then came back, rushing down the city road, "Aren't you coming?"

Fu Cheng also stood up, bowed to his grandmother very politely, and followed Chen Yanqing upstairs.

After Yang Xiangan's car drove away, Chen Yanqing closed the window and returned to the bed.

Fu Cheng was sitting in the big rattan chair in front of his desk, and when Chen Yanqing stopped a series of weird actions, he asked, "You don't seem to like Teacher Yang very much."

"Is it just a look?"

"Why don't you like it?"

"He's so ugly." Chen Yanqing kicked off his slippers and sat cross-legged on the bed. "He also teaches physics. All the qualities in him hit my taboo points." After thinking for a while, he added, "With you There is no difference between hating Liang Yue."

"Is it the same?" Fu Cheng asked.

Chen Yanqing stammered, "Yeah, it's not exactly the same. Mr. Liang is not ugly, I mean I hate the same thing."

Fu Cheng nodded, it was considered to be approval, and in silence, he pointed at his hand, "Did you really get bitten by a snake?"

"Old Huang Li is right. Today is not a good time to travel. I almost thought I was going to die. Can there be a fake?"

"Let me see." When Fu Cheng spoke, he got up and sat at the end of the bed, turned sideways in front of Chen Yanqing, and stretched out his hand to pull his hand over.

The skin on Chen Yanqing's hand was cool when his fingertips touched it. He didn't take off the gauze, but took it in his hand and rubbed his palm. Chen Yanqing felt itchy, and felt a numbness in his back. He didn't know what he was thinking , suddenly retracted the back of his hand behind his back, "It's nothing serious, it's getting late, aren't you tired?"

"Tired." Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows, retracted his hand, and fell down on his bed again.

"Your room is opposite," Chen Yanqing reminded, "The bathroom is on the left."

"I accept the bed." Fu Cheng said.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that it's easier for me to sleep with you."

After a while—

Chen Yanqing closed the door with a bang, and said to the person outside the door who had just been thrown out by him, "I'll get used to it after two days of sleep."

Fucheng didn't respond, Chen Yanqing waited for a while before walking back to the bed, he thought later, he didn't know why his mind began to involve 'avoiding suspicion' about the existence of Fucheng, even though Duan Xiaoming was not a stingy person in front of him. people.

What made him really unable to continue sleeping on the same bed with him was Tang Ping's words at noon.

Fu Cheng returned to the room, the two sides were furnished almost the same, he took his clothes to take a shower, and when he came back, Chen Yanqing's door was still closed.

There is a balcony between the two rooms. It was too dark outside, and only his own figure under the light could be seen on the glass door. Fucheng stood like this for a while before going back to the room, but before closing the door, he heard heavy breathing He made a sound, so he took two steps back, and met Doudou, who had just climbed up the stairs, and was lying across the door of the stairs at the moment.

When I arrived, I had never seen this orange dog with pointed ears standing on its head. Except for the red rope tied around the neck, the white hair on the tip of the ears was the most distinctive.

Fu Cheng paused for a while, then snapped his fingers at him, "Come, come here."

Doudou came over shaking his head, circling around his legs, and finally made Fu Cheng pull his trouser legs and squat down, enjoying his experienced touch.

Chen Yanqing opened the door a little when he heard Doudou's humming sound. At the opposite door, Fu Cheng was squatting on the ground to give Doudou a full body massage.

"How did it come up?"

Fu Cheng didn't raise his head, "You know each other?"

"My grandma raised it," Chen Yanqing said, "Get him down quickly, grandma never lets him go upstairs."

"Are you afraid of dogs?" Fu Chengwen asked inappropriately.

Chen Yanqing snorted coldly, stretched out the gauze-wrapped hand from the crack of the door, and shook it, "That's why it tricked the snake to bite me, please correct me, Fucheng, I'm not afraid of it, I just hate it .”

"Maybe it just wants you to see the snake, not to harm you."

Chen Yanqing not only did not understand, but also stared at Fucheng in shock, "You actually speak for a dog?"

"I just want to make you feel better." Fu Cheng raised his head after speaking, and looked him from top to bottom through the crack of the door, "Are you still asleep?"

"I'm not sleepy."

Fu Cheng patted the dog's butt, pointed to the stairs, "Go down and play!"

Doudou understood again, and ran downstairs, at that moment Chen Yanqing heard Fucheng say, "Now play with you for a while."

Before the door was closed by Chen Yanqing, Fu Cheng grabbed the door panel against the person and entered the room.

Chen Yanqing was pressed step by step until he leaned against the edge of the bed with his knees bent and had no way to retreat, so he said, "Don't be so self-righteous and self-assertive, I really don't need to play with you."

"Then I'll sleep with you," Fu Cheng's tone was very ordinary, as if he was asking what to eat tomorrow morning, and when Chen Yanqing was about to lose his footing, he turned on his side and lay down on his bed, "Believe it or not, I'm serious It’s better to sleep on the bed with your own person.” After finishing speaking, he lifted his head and said, “I’ve said that, you shouldn’t refuse again, great philanthropist?”

"What charity, who is charity..." Unable to figure out the meaning of his words, Chen Yanqing pouted and turned back to get his pajamas from his bag, "Sleeping inside, lean against the wall, take my place and I will bite you to death."

When Chen Yanqing came back from the shower, Fu Cheng was still asleep, with one hand resting on the back of his head, looking at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

But not long after Chen Yanqing came in, he turned his head and asked, "Can you fit a two-meter bed in your room?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think your bed is too small?"

"You want to buy me a bed?"

"Buy us a bed." Fu Cheng corrected.

"..." Chen Yanqing took the towel off his shoulders and hung it on the back of the chair, "You don't need to spend your money, you can't always sleep with me, besides, Duan Xiaoming doesn't know about it yet, he What would you think if you knew?"

After Fucheng said this, he didn't say a word for a full 2 ​​minutes. Chen Yanqing flipped through the storybook that was left here on the desk with his back turned to him. For a while, there was only the sound of pages being turned in the room.

I don't know what Fucheng was thinking about during those 2 minutes, but what he said again caused Chen Yanqing to fall into a long silence.

"Then don't tell him." Fu Cheng said.

"Fucheng, are you still...human!"

As soon as Chen Yanqing turned around, he angered half of the output, and his body was pulled down by a huge force. When he recovered, he found that he was already in Fucheng's arms.

"It seems not," Chen Yanqing still glared at him angrily, "You are not worthy of Duan Xiaoming."

"Of course I don't deserve it. Duan Xiaoming is the treasure in your heart. How can you let him be wronged?" Fu Cheng's strength was too great. After several rounds, Chen Yanqing had long since lost his strength. What would happen then, His body was turned over suddenly, Fucheng made him turn his back to him, and then wrapped his arms around his waist again and hugged him in his arms, "You can't talk about it, you can't beat it, you can only read those special articles. It's a man's novel, isn't it?"

Compared with his previous actions and words, Chen Yanqing felt a sense of strangeness in his heart now, Fucheng was very strange today, he said such a thing, and his tone was still gnashing his teeth, like complaining, but also like jealousy.

Chen Yanqing silently thought for a while, and then felt that he was thinking too much. He couldn't break Fucheng's shackles with his hands, and finally said, "I don't think it's all because of men in that book... Forget it, Even if you don’t understand, go to sleep.”

The first day back to Tangjiawan was uneasy, and that night's sleep was even more uneasy, the wound on his hand was aching at night, Fucheng still hugged him tightly, as if he had been venting his anger on him all night.

After waking up the next day, Fucheng was not there again, Chen Yanqing sat up from the bed with a dregs on his head, and after the chaos in his mind, it was full of scenes of arguing with Fucheng last night.

"Wang Wang!"

When Doudou's voice came, Chen Yanqing lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the window. In the yard downstairs, Fucheng was teasing the dog with a small leather ball. When he threw the ball, Doudou chased after him. Holding it in his mouth, he ran back and put it in Fucheng's hand, and Fucheng threw it out again, boasting 'goodboy' in English.

Chen Yanqing went downstairs after watching it for a while. The old lady was busy in the kitchen. Seeing him appear, she pointed to the dining table outside, "The porridge is hot, and the buns are stuffed with celery."

"Oh," Chen Yanqing responded, sat down at the dining table, took a sip of porridge before asking, "Where's my mother?"

"I went back early in the morning," the old lady said with a raised voice, "I didn't tell you yesterday that the school organized them to go out to study, and they won't be back until next month."

"Next month? It's been too long!"

"It's useless for you to complain to me. I can't make the decision. Your mother said that you have to go back to the city in the middle of the month and report to that teacher's summer training class."

"I know……"

Chen Yanqing turned around with the buns, Fucheng was still teasing the dog, the old lady came out from the kitchen, took a small hoe and a big basket in her hand, passed by Chen Yanqing, walked to the door, "Xiaocheng, let's go."

"Hey." Fu Cheng took back the ball and played with it in his hand.

Chen Yanqing looked puzzled, so he stood up involuntarily and walked two steps, "Why are you going?"