The scumbags of the professor's house

Luston tapped the paper on the table.

Su Cheng lowered his head. The good physics test paper was treated as waste paper. On it was a boy with no facial features and a small curly hair standing on his head. The boy held a stick in his hand, surrounded by gangsters.

Hold!That guy was drawing on the paper.

With just a few strokes, the painting is quite similar.

And judging from the scene of the picture alone, Luston painted him.

Su Cheng's undead heart started beating fucking again.

"Ahem, how's it going?" The patient blushed like a tomato, and pointed to his masterpiece, waiting for praise here.

Su Cheng looked at his blank face and thought to himself: This invincible and handsome man who would be amazed by heaven and man if he was lucky enough to look up to him didn't have his facial features painted, so he can only comment as a guest: "It's not good."

Painter Lu pursed his mouth and began to cough again.

Su Cheng scanned the other side of the test paper. On it was the bag of medicine he bought in the morning. He opened it and counted it. He found that the quantity of the medicine was wrong, especially the antipyretic medicine. He only took one, and immediately threw the broken picture out of his mind. , "Why don't you take medicine? Do you think you didn't die fast enough?"

Luston pointed to the empty cup and the pot in the distance, and shook his hand.

Su Cheng didn't understand, he walked over to pick up the kettle, shook it in his hand, and immediately it was empty, Su Cheng was instantly blessed, and understood the young master: there was no water in the room, and Luston didn't bother to pour it, or felt that he I can't pour it, so I just didn't take the medicine.

Gan!

"Why didn't you call me when there was no water?" Su Cheng angrily picked up the kettle, "Send a WeChat message, make a phone call, and ask someone to teach you?"

Luston didn't speak, he lowered his head and coughed, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his head was lowered, like a fluffy kiwi fruit, looking cute and cute.

Su Chengbai failed, he put the kettle on the table for the time being, stretched out his hand to catch the person, "Lie down first."

Luston was so burned that he had almost no strength, but he still managed to climb onto the bed by himself, and only gently helped Su Cheng's hand.

Something wrong.

Su Cheng became angry for no reason, turned around and left.

Luston's gaze followed the neighbor's back all the way out without making a sound.

In fact, he had already realized that he had a fever, why didn't he call Su Cheng?

The reason is actually very simple: it is difficult to determine whether they are familiar with each other. After all, they have only known each other for a few days, so why should he ask others to pour water for him?Just because of illness?Luston doesn't have such a big face.

But judging from Su Cheng's reaction just now, Luston didn't ask him to help, and he seemed very angry. Does this mean that in Su Cheng's heart, the two of them are a little familiar?

Su Xiaoba forgot that he had yelled at Su Mingyuan two days ago, "With him but without me".

Luston was lying on the bed, he was hurting all over, but he couldn't sleep at all.A pair of big eyes glanced around, whose house was this before?Why did Su Cheng resist so much when he wanted to move in?And why did Su Mingyuan insist on letting him live in?

In fact, he had an answer in his heart.

When Luston turned his head back into this room, it was the night Su Cheng ran out. Su Mingyuan ignored Su Cheng's feelings and directly arranged for him to live here.The boy actually saw the group photo next to the bed at first glance. The photo was taken in an amusement park, and it was slightly faded. There were four people in it: the parents behind and the two children in front.

Luston closed his eyes and recalled out of thin air: In the photo, although the parents looked very serious, they were holding hands tightly. The boy in front of his mother was older, holding a huge dog marshmallow in his hand, and the boy in front of his father. The little boy was on tiptoe opening his mouth to bite the candy in his brother's hand, so only half of his face was exposed, but the look of that stinky fart was clearly Su Cheng.

It is a group photo of a family, a group photo full of happiness.

The next day, when Su Cheng brought him in again, the photos disappeared.

Now, there are only two people left in Su's house - Su Cheng and his father.

Where are Su Cheng's mother and brother?Died unexpectedly?Still separated?

no one knows.

So no matter who lived in this room before, it is a unique memory for Su Cheng. It is very reasonable for him not to want others to set foot in it.

This was why Luston had to move out, it was not suitable for him to live in such a room.

"The water is coming."

Luston opened his eyes, and Su Cheng's profile overlapped with the boy in the photo.

"Take medicine!"

The long shot flickers, Su Cheng's figure gradually dissipates, and overlaps with someone else in the distance. The temperature rises, and Luston consciously begins to feel confused. In a whirl, he seems to have returned to his home, sick, having a fever, and shouting. He takes medicine boy, everything is so deja vu.

"Master, take medicine! Do you want me to feed you?"

Luston opened his mouth honestly "ah" when he heard the words.

Shocked by his shameless behavior, the other party was stunned for a few seconds. After a sigh, Luston was stuffed with something bitter and spicy. The young master was very dissatisfied. He frowned and pouted, sitting and waiting, too lazy Not even willing to reach for water myself.

"I got you."

The person opposite had no choice but to bring water to his mouth. The young master opened his mouth and gulped it down. After drinking the water, he was pressed down again and covered with the quilt.

"Master, hurry up and go to bed. If it burns like this, you won't have to go to school tomorrow."

Luston was suffering from a headache. In the darkness, he heard a faint bang and bang. The people around him stood up and walked away. Luston suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's arm, and ordered: "Lang Fa! , How many times have I said it! You are not allowed to call me young master."

"Who?" The other party pretended to be stupid.

"Lang Fa, don't make trouble."

Putting the cold hand on the forehead, someone whispered in the ear, "You must be stupid."

You are stupid, Luston resented in his heart, pushed the icy thing off his head with one hand, and insisted on holding the person next to him with the other hand. In the darkness, I can't hear anything.