Fake is true

Mu Zhou opened the umbrella and threw it outside the door, changed the cotton and dragged it into the room. After 5 minutes of entering the room, his joyful mind slowly calmed down.

Yan Fangsheng still opened the can, and after a long meal, he got a can of meat for nothing, and ate it very happily.

Close the rest of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the room is airtight, the sound insulation is good, there is no way for the surrounding noises to enter, and the living room returns to silence.

Yan Fangsheng threw the aluminum lid of the can into the trash can, and tore a piece of paper from the table to wipe his hands.

Sitting on the sofa, Mu Zhou inadvertently saw Yan Fangsheng's paused computer interface.

I haven't really changed it.

Rounding off is tantamount to an illusion come true.

"Are you on leave?"

"Please." Mu Zhou took out the slip from his pocket.

When he spread it out and handed it to Yan Fangsheng, Mu Zhou saw a string of numbers written under the slip.

The outstretched hand retracted again, and Yan Fangsheng took it empty.

"I'll call the teacher first."

"En." Yan Fangsheng withdrew his hand.

Mu Zhou got up to dial the number. He stood by the window with his back facing Yan Fangsheng. After dialing, he chatted for a few words. After confirming the situation, Mu Zhou hung up the phone. Then, another call seamlessly connected to him. mobile phone.

After connecting this time, Mu Zhou had to relax a bit. He sounded like he was calling with a friend. He said that he had something to do at the moment, and explained in a serious manner that he was not missing, nor was he kidnapped and unable to go to class.

Yan Fang's voice sounded amused, lightly raised the corners of his lips, and poured the awakened wine into the cup.

At least after explaining clearly, Mu Zhou hung up the phone, Yan Fangsheng took two sips and put down his wine glass, and Mu Zhou sat down beside him cautiously.

"Are you on leave until tomorrow?"

"Yes." Mu Zhou said, "If you have too many, you can't invite them. Parents must agree."

Yan Fangsheng shook the wine glass, and the liquid flowed along the side of the glass. Mu Zhou cleared his throat and asked, "Brother, can I drink?"

"Want to drink?" Yan Fang asked.

"Ah."

"Go get a cup."

Mu Zhou got up immediately, took the cup very quickly, and ran back after a while, squatting by the coffee table waiting for the drink.

"How much to drink?"

"As much as in your cup."

Yan Fangsheng glanced at it, half a glass.

He picked up the container and poured the wine, and Mu Zhou stared at the flat line where the liquid fell into the two glasses.

"Why are you staring so closely, afraid that I'll make you short?" Yan Fang asked with a smile.

In the past, Mu Zhou must have shook his head and denied it, but when he looked up and saw Yan Fangsheng's smile, he changed his tone.

"Yeah." He stretched out his fingers to compare, and the two got closer, and Mu Zhou's tone couldn't help becoming more intimate, "It's a little bit closer."

Yan Fangsheng poured some more into his cup.

"What about now?" The wine vessel was hanging in the air, Yan Fangsheng waited for Mu Zhou to measure.

"just."

"Drunkard." Yan Fangsheng put down the wine vessel, Mu Zhou picked up the cup, and Yan Fangsheng patted his wrist away with a snap of his fingers.

"The posture is wrong."

Yan Fangsheng made a demonstration, and Mu Zhou followed suit, holding a cup with him.

After pretending to shake it a few times, Mu Zhou lightly raised his glass and touched Yan Fangsheng, with a crisp sound, Mu Zhou said: "Cheers—"

The shaking was a little bigger, and the wine almost splashed out.

"cheers."

Yan Fangsheng took a small sip to recollect, then looked at Mu Zhou, and found that he wolfed down more than half of it.

After one sip, there is not much left in the cup.

"tasty?"

Mu Zhou looked at the rich liquor in the glass, frowned and shook his head.

Bitter in the mouth after drinking.

"Don't drink too much."

Mu Zhou tried again, but still felt that it was not easy to drink, so he put down his glass and did not want to touch it again.

Putting down the wine, he finally remembered that he hadn't done his business when he came back.

"Do you want a warm compress, brother?"

Mu Zhou squatted and did not get up, leaning his elbows on the small table, scanning Yan Fangsheng with special concentration.

The appearance shown in the video is not too distorted, Yan Fangsheng's lips are still pale, and the inside of his lips is a little rosy, Mu Zhou suspects that they have been moistened by wine.

It is indeed thinner, not an illusion.

"Run here on purpose just to wrap my legs?"

Yan Fangsheng asked too bluntly, Mu Zhou choked and remained silent.

He felt that he was going crazy, he was holding back his madness, and Yan Fangsheng's attitude was vague, so Mu Zhou didn't know how to deal with it.

At one point, Mu Zhou wanted to drink up the rest of the wine vessel in one go, he wanted to find an excuse to vent it, and vent it openly.

After holding back for a while, Mu Zhou replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."

He suddenly asked: "Is it not possible?"

Now it was Yan Fang's turn to be speechless.

Being sent to the army, Yan Fangsheng was not flustered, not even showing any discomfort, and replied casually, "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "Can you play chess?"

"Only backgammon."

Yan Fangsheng didn't expect Mu Zhoujian to be so deviant.

"Gobang is also fine, you can look under the TV cabinet, there may be some."

Mu Zhou didn't move, but glanced at his legs and asked, "Is it not enough?"

"It doesn't hurt." As soon as he patted him on the shoulder, Yan Fang ordered Mu Zhou to say, "Go and find it."

Mu Zhou went to search according to his words, squatted on the ground and opened the whole big cabinet.

Yan Fangsheng dragged the ashtray to the front, took out an ashtray from the cigarette box and lit it, the scarlet flames ignited, and with a flick of his hand, he closed the aluminum cover.

Mu Zhou searched for a long time, took out chess, go, flying chess from the cabinet one after another, and put them back one by one.Yan Fang stared intently, Mu Zhou pulled his tight collar to a high point, and his back supported the skin-fitting fabric very snugly. His stature was no longer low, but he only grew tall without flesh.

Yan Fangsheng took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke billowingly.

Seeing that his search was fruitless, Yan Fang asked, "Is there not?"

As he said that, he was going to help find it together, but Mu Zhou turned around and danced at him with the red-brown wooden box, "I found it!"

Backgammon wasn't much of a game, and it had long been the bottom of the box. Yan Fangsheng let go of the cups on the table to make room, and Mu Zhou dragged a cushion to sit opposite Yan Fangsheng.

"It's interesting to play, how about winning or losing?" Yan Fangsheng opened the wooden box, and placed the chess pieces on both sides.

Noticing the smoke drifting toward Mu Zhou's door, he leaned back, pressing his back against the sofa.

Mu Zhou thought carefully, seeing Yan Fangsheng smoking a cigarette, he said slowly: "If you lose, you have to promise the other party one thing."

"what's up?"

"It doesn't have to be done now." Mu Zhou muttered.

"Okay." Yan Fang said, "Come on."

"Who goes first?"

"You go first," Yan Fang said nonchalantly, "I'll let you."

"Will that allow me to win?" Mu Zhou took an inch forward and took a big step.

"It's not impossible."