The scumbags of the professor's house

"Chengcheng doesn't eat?" The woman's voice hurriedly chased after her.

Su Cheng heard Su Mingyuan's answer clearly at the top of the stairs, "Don't pay attention to him, I've told you before, it's hopeless."

"Hey...you've got a long body, no matter what you have to eat!"

With a loud bang, Su Cheng kicked the door and fell on the bed. The sound insulation of the old house was not good. He reached out and turned on the stereo, and the electronic rock music started to play, finally separating two worlds from the downstairs.There was nothing on the ceiling, and Su Cheng suddenly felt ridiculous. After ten years, he still thought that woman would come back.

fool.

Su Cheng scolded himself.

The phone vibrated in time.

Gouzi: Woof!master! (Wag your tail and beg for mercy.jpg)

This is how Gouzi can figure out what he wants.

Gouzi: I heard that idiot Fatty Zhao has troubled his master again? (angry)

Gouzi: Master, you didn't beat people up, did you?

Su Cheng took a deep breath, Gouzi didn't expect that his master was almost disabled today, so he stretched out his hand and replied.

Jin Kela: None.

Gouzi: Grass!Master, you are here! (missing you.jpg)

Gouzi then sent him a screenshot of No. 10 Middle School's post bar. The post had just been posted 300 minutes ago, with more than [-] floors.

The post was eloquent and expressive, it analyzed Su Cheng's kidney deficiency problem with reason and evidence, and praised Luston, the school's grassroots.

Row.

The whole building applauded.

Oh, this is pulling.

Is this person poisonous? If he appears once, his ghost will linger forever?

Gouzi: Who is this guy? There are a lot of brain-dead fans.

Jin Kela: Stupid.

Gouzi: Oh!Stupid!

2 minute later.

Gouzi: Damn, this idiot is studying well.

Gouzi: (tsk tsk.jpg) Grass.real.Xueba.

Gouzi's original name is Zhou Shiqi, and he hangs out in Internet cafes and post bars all year round. As long as he is a student in Pingcheng, give him 5 minutes, and he will not be unclean.

Gouzi: Master, the bully is contagious, you can stay away from him.

The source of infection is downstairs.

Su Cheng really wanted to take a picture of someone smiling like a pug, and let the dog put it in the reply.

Jinkela: heaven and earth.

After two seconds, Gouzi came over with a straight voice, and persuaded him earnestly: Master, we just don't study well, how can we belittle ourselves like this?

What is the silly dog ​​thinking?He is on the second floor, that guy is under his feet, who is in the sky, Pinpin? !

Gouzi continued to comfort him: Master, you are the second generation!No, learn four generations!There is a way to let his father learn from your father, and his grandfather!And his great-grandfather!And his wife, wife, wife, grandfather...

Jin Kela: Your master, I am a cloud in the sky.

Gouzi: ...Wow.

While chatting, through electronic music, he vaguely heard someone knocking on his door.Since Su Mingyuan believed that his son was hopeless, he seldom went up to the second floor, and he was not looking for him when he came up.Su Cheng sat up from the bed and threw away the phone, "Who?"

"It's me, Cheng Cheng, your Aunt Zhou."

Su Cheng looked confused, Su Mingyuan's guest went upstairs to look for him?

"Auntie came in." Zhou Qi was very cheerful, with a kind of familiarity that was not an elder.The door was pushed open, and an extremely pretty face squeezed in, "I'll bring you something to eat." She held a plate in her right hand, inside which were three small dishes and a bowl of rice neatly placed, and held a palm-sized dish in her left hand. After putting down the food, Zhou Qi blinked mischievously and lifted the box, "Don't worry, I took this secretly, your father didn't see it."

Su Cheng didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhou Qi opened the box on his own, took a cotton swab and dipped it in some alcohol, "Arm!"

Su Cheng frowned and didn't move.

Zhou Qi took the boy's arm directly, and carefully rolled up the clothes slowly, revealing the wound on the forearm. The two knife wounds were obvious, not deep, but each was two or three inches long. "It will hurt a little." Oh." Alcohol went up, the boy didn't move, and there was no expression on his face, as if such a large wound was not his, the woman carefully wrapped him up, and checked the other arm.

He didn't ask a word of extra words, but his eyes were red.

Su Cheng was a little at a loss. All the women he knew in his limited life were as rigid as iron plates. A soft and beautiful aunt like Zhou Qi crying in front of him was too beautiful for him to imagine.

"Auntie, it's okay, I'll do it myself." Su Cheng quickly grabbed the cotton swab and alcohol, ready to do it himself, but Zhou Qi didn't give it to him.

"It's really fine." Su Cheng had no choice but to pick up the alcohol bottle and vowed, "If you don't believe me, just pour it on it."

"Pfft..." Zhou Qi was amused, but his hands were still gentle and gentle, "Don't move around." The woman is very skilled in bandaging, and the knots made of gauze are strong and beautiful. After finishing everything, she ordered, "Let's eat." He conveniently put the medical kit on the corner of Su Cheng's table, "I'll leave this for you." Before turning around to go out, the woman smiled again, her eyebrows and eyes curled together, "It's best not to use it." Ding Ding dong dong went downstairs.

The dishes on the table were a bit cold, Su Cheng thought about it, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating, and temporarily invited Luston out of the death list for fucking sake.

An hour later, the downstairs gradually quieted down. Su Cheng pushed open the window, and there was a car parked below. It should belong to the Lu family. I lit a cigarette, and in the night, the orange light flickered on and off, and someone just looked up at this moment.

Luston was staring at him with a strange look on his face. He was completely different from the boy who was laughing with the two dogs just now.

Su Cheng flicked the cigarette ash downstairs, closed the window, and stopped looking at each other.

Finally get out.

Su Cheng smoked his cigarette quietly in the house. He didn't get up until the sound of the roaring cars downstairs went away. He stretched hard. Today has been a stinky and long day, it's time to wash up and go to sleep. Su Cheng took off his shirt, put a towel on his shoulders, pulled on a short sleeve casually, and kept his mobile phone in his pocket. The bathroom on the second floor was at the opposite door to his bedroom, so Su Cheng opened the door and went out.

The stairs creaked again.

Su Cheng stretched out his head, it was in the middle of the night, haunted?

The "ghost" was obviously not ready to see the half-naked Su Cheng.

Four eyes facing each other.

Fuck.

Luston was going upstairs, pulling the suitcase, followed by Su Mingyuan.

The two groups of people froze in place at the same time.

"What are you doing?!" Su Cheng opened his mouth and rushed to scold.

"Move the box! Don't you hurry to help me when you see it?" Su Mingyuan passed Luston, smelling of alcohol, and squeezed over, "Papai's parents have to go out for something, and he will live here for a year."

Pie?

After a meal, the nickname is called?

"Live for a year? Where do you live?" Su Cheng sneered, his back arched like a cat ready to attack.

"Live next door to you." Su Mingyuan is only a little lower than his own son, and his voice is loud when he speaks, which is a teacher's occupational disease.

Su Cheng spread out his hands, leaning half against the wall, with one foot blocking the way they had to pass, "How dare you." The boy beats people all the year round, and his body is stronger than his peers. His muscles are clear but not obtrusive. Small, you can't tell it at all at ordinary times, but this time you will be naked and full of anger.

One is yelling at someone, and the other is about to hit someone.

Luston hugged the box, admired the naked body, and let the father and son confront each other.

"No one wants to live next door to me." Su Cheng stared at Su Mingyuan closely, the fire in his eyes could start a prairie fire.

"No one will come back." Su Mingyuan receded slightly from his alcohol, and his eyes moved to the room blocked by his son, "Su Cheng, you know it in your heart." The old man said indifferently, "Leave it to those who need it."

Su Cheng stared at him: "I told you, don't fucking want to live."

With a "snap", it was Su Mingyuan who struck. Luston didn't even see where the old man was aiming to hit. Su Cheng had already tightly squeezed the opponent's wrist.

Su Cheng: "With him but without me."

"Nonsense." Su Mingyuan stared at his son without retreating in the slightest.

Luston looked at the two men, as determined as if they were about to blow up a bunker, silently backed away and prepared to go downstairs first. After all, he was an outsider, so he was not suitable here.

"Pai Pai, don't move." Su Mingyuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, "Su Cheng." His father's voice was a little higher, appearing more forceful.

"Don't call me." Su Cheng shook off his father's hand, completely blocking the room behind him.

Su Mingyuan stared at him, and called again, "Su Cheng!"

The boy still didn't move.

"Let Pai Pai stay here." Su Mingyuan's tone was without any discussion, "What you're doing does nothing but embarrass everyone."

Su Cheng almost blurted out the word "scroll". The dim light of the old house happened to dazzle the boy behind Su Mingyuan. Luston didn't look too embarrassed. It's very similar to the way his mother rubbed alcohol on herself just now.

Gentle and delicate.

Zhou Qi can detect Su Cheng's injuries with just a quick glance. She can take care of others and at the same time leave enough space for the children. She can do this with Su Cheng, who is almost a stranger, let alone her own son. I love Luston very much and take good care of him.

Su Cheng has never had such a mother.

What special reason made her have to put her son in someone else's house for a year?

The moment Su Cheng hesitated, his words changed: "That's right, I forgot, you said earlier that you don't have a son like me." The boy flew up, brushed past the two of them, went downstairs, and slammed the door in one go.When he left, Su Cheng didn't know if it was an illusion. Su Cheng felt that he was being pulled.He put on his clothes, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. At 11:30, the boy sneaked into an Internet cafe in the dark.