Xueba, wake up

There are some things that cannot be done without a sense of crisis. He Zhonghe was swayed by himself, went home very obediently, put down his schoolbag, took a shower, said hello to his mother, and then went out, at the request of Yansheng go to his house.

Today, there are no dead rats or other disgusting things at the door, and he has been paying attention to it since the last time the unlucky boy let him go.

But it turned out that not only did he not find any suspicious children living in this building, he didn't even see the children, and he himself might be the youngest in this building.

This discovery made him a little depressed, and at the same time made him suspect that this might not be a child's prank.

Of course, it's also possible that he just didn't see the child. After all, according to his current time, he can only appear in the corridor at the door of his house after six o'clock in the morning and ten o'clock in the evening.

Primary school students usually go to school at seven or eight in the morning and go home after five in the afternoon.

There was no movement in the room for a long time when he knocked on the door, and Yan Sheng opened the door after a long while, his hair wet with shampoo.

He was wearing short-sleeved shorts and summer pajamas.

"Are you not cold?" He Zhonghe entered the door and touched his arm.

After touching it, both of them froze for a second.

... He Zhonghe swears that he has no distracting thoughts, and just tried it casually, just like asking the owner of a roasted goods shop if the melon seeds are good, and pinching one to taste, or flipping through when someone complains that the textbook is thick.

Yan Sheng turned back to the bathroom and closed the door, a voice came through a door: "I was in a hurry to open the door for you, but I didn't find a bathrobe, so I just grabbed one and put it on."

"Just put me outside to dry for a while, and I won't open your door if you don't open it." He Zhonghe smiled, walked to the lazy sofa and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, I was taken aback by the cat that suddenly jumped out from behind my buttocks, and I almost sat on my back.

Now he can perfectly control Yansheng's beanbag sofa, sitting up freely.

"What are you doing under the mat?" He Zhonghe picked it up, put it on his lap, and stroked its fur.

Hu Hu snored comfortably.

He looked at the squinting cat, a little dazed.

Standing at the gate of the family courtyard just now, I told Yan Sheng something that he can't remember clearly now.

want to continue.

I didn't understand it myself.

He Zhonghe let out a long breath. It was a very extreme challenge for him to say these words tonight.

She usually looks arrogant and doesn't care about anything, but when this kind of thing happens, she gets entangled like a little girl in a crush.

No prospects.

The bathroom door opened, and Yan Sheng came out wearing home clothes, misty.

"What did you ask me to do?" He Zhonghe ran down the cat's fur, and after asking, he realized that this sentence was quite stupid. Didn't he often come to Yansheng's place to play when he was free.

Yan Sheng pushed back his wet hair and glanced at him: "I can't call you if I have nothing to do?"

The wet hair was lying on his head submissively, revealing his forehead and deeply contoured facial features, which was very different from his usual feeling of sitting in front of a desk in a school uniform.

But with this sentence, the taste changed a bit, and He Zhonghe burst out laughing: "What kind of quotations from the overlord are these?"

Yan Sheng took the hair dryer from the partition, went to him and turned it on, sat down and said, "Man, blow dry my hair."

"Alright Mr. Yan." He Zhonghe was taken aback for a moment, then took over and adjusted the wind power and temperature.

Blowing hair is quite interesting. People with good hands let another person blow it, and there is a little bit of dependence and intimacy.

Yan Sheng sank on the beanbag sofa, He Zhonghe blew to him while pawing and pulling on his head.

Amidst the rumbling sound, he began to lose his mind.

The hair touched by the fingers is not soft and smooth. If it is cut short, it will be very hot. According to the aesthetics of middle-aged and elderly men, such as their teacher Zheng, a crew cut will look very stylish.

Yan Sheng leaned forward, but He Zhonghe pulled him back and continued to play.

Think about the flat head shape, this is the image that a schoolmaster should have.

I want to laugh a little.

Yan Sheng tilted to the side again, and He Zhonghe pulled him back again.

It's better to wear glasses, the kind with thick black square frames...

Fuck too dirty hahahahahaha.

Finally, Yan Sheng couldn't help turning his head back, and as soon as he turned his head, he frowned and closed his eyes, and said in pain amidst the loud bang, "It's hot."

He Zhonghe came back to his senses, and hurriedly turned down the heat by a notch.

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Sheng turned around and asked.

"It's nothing." He Zhonghe said.

The hair dryer was too loud, Yan Sheng couldn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

"I didn't think about anything!" He Zhonghe leaned over and shouted into his ear.

"Really." Yan Sheng smiled.

"I was wondering what it would look like if you had a crew cut." He Zhonghe said.

"Cut hair is good." Yan Sheng said slowly, "What a sunny hairstyle, and it's easy to take care of. Just rub it when you wash your face. It's a standard accessory for Xueba..."

"Don't." He Zhonghe adjusted the wind speed and blew violently on his head, "Don't, Mr. Yan, please think twice."

He Zhonghe is indeed an old hand who blows his hair every morning, even with the maximum wind speed, the style he blows out is not bad.Mr. Yan took a look in the bathroom mirror and was quite satisfied.

"Go to that room over there and wait." Yan Sheng put away the hair dryer, pointed to a bedroom inside, "I'm looking for something."

He Zhonghe felt that there might be too much yellow waste in his mind, and if it was so normal, he could hear something wrong.

He Zhonghe had never been in the bedroom he was referring to, or he had never been in the bedroom of Yansheng's house, and his range of movement was limited to the living room, dining room, balcony, kitchen, and bathroom.

When Yansheng stood in front of the partition cabinet to rummage through things, he entered the bedroom and turned on the light.

A bedroom with very simple decoration and furnishings.

A set of tables and chairs, a large bed with a well-made quilt, a pile of books and pens, an unknown computer device, and the bird-a-pu joint wooden house that He Zhonghe gave Yansheng on his birthday.

The room smells of fresh wood with a hint of sandalwood.

He Zhonghe quickly withdrew, then stood at the door of the other two bedrooms and looked inside.

The other two were completely empty, with nothing but floors and closets.

It seemed that Yansheng's bedroom hadn't escaped.

It's not like a bedroom, it's lifeless.

Yan Sheng came in with something in his hand: "Don't visit, lie on the bed | go up."

He Zhonghe turned his head suddenly and looked at him with strange eyes.

vigilance!

Terrified eyes!

Be normal, I'm afraid!

These three emoticons flashed through He Zhonghe's mind.

Yan Sheng slapped him on the back: "What are you thinking, lie on your stomach over there, and I'll loosen your legs."

"Oh." He Zhonghe realized that he was holding a fascia gun in his hand, and suddenly realized, "Oh oh oh..."

Lying awkwardly on...Yansheng's bed, He Zhonghe felt a little uncomfortable.

This is Yansheng's bed.

This fucking is Yansheng's bed!

He Zhonghe lay on the edge of the bed as if doing a plank, trying his best to prevent the whole front from sinking into his bed.

"Relax." Yan Sheng ruthlessly pressed down on his back, and fell flat.

He simply buried his face in the quilt, still stiff and motionless.

Yansheng's bed smelled almost the same as his school uniform jacket, but the quilt was more fragrant, and the smell of wood chips was lighter.

But in short, it smells like his bed.

Very uncomfortable.

The mattress was sunken, and Yan Sheng sat next to him.

Then there's the hum of the fascia gun.

"Fuck!" He Zhonghe yelled with a sharp pain in his calf, and quickly bent his leg.

Yan Sheng was completely unmoved, straightened him and continued to press the fascia gun upward.

"Help me, let me go, my brother's hissing pain, my leg is gone..." He Zhonghe babbled like eight sentences of English in six seconds of the challenge, laughing in agony, like crying.

Yan Sheng held him down, listening to him wanting to cry but not crying.

The leg loosening lasted for more than ten minutes, and when the fascia gun automatically went to sleep, He Zhonghe felt that his right leg was numb.

"Is it over?" he asked weakly.

"If it doesn't end, it's time for Auntie to come knock on the door." Yan Sheng poked his right leg.The effect is good, it's not so tense. If I don't loosen it tonight, I will probably have cramps for the next week.

"That's great." He Zhonghe grinned and got up, and hurriedly said, "Then I'll go back first..."

"You ran a thousand and five with one leg?" Yan Sheng pushed him down.

Another wailing came from a certain household in a certain unit of Huitan No. [-] Middle School's family courtyard in the middle of the night.

After hearing this, the cat was so frightened that it went back to hide under the mat.

He Zhonghe lay on his stomach in despair.

In fact, after a few minutes to get used to it, it won't be so tormenting. He faced the small wooden house that Yan Sheng placed on the table, and half-closed his eyes.

It's not the same as when I gave it to him. The color has become darker and brighter, as if it has been coated with varnish, and it has been applied very evenly, with no traces of brushing or dripping paint.

Very skillful.

"I'll give you Amway a blogger," He Zhonghe gritted his teeth, diverting his attention to relieve the pain, "What kind of bird is it called? It's suitable for you to watch crazy students like you. It's quite stress-relieving and interesting."

"Really." Yan Sheng didn't seem interested.

"Just... the Internet celebrity I told you about earlier," He Zhonghe said, "It really looks like you."

Mainly the scar on the neck, exactly the same.

But He Zhonghe didn't say anything, and he didn't mention the scar on Yansheng's neck, but anyone with a little intelligence can guess what's going on.He Zhonghe didn't want to tell him about his parents, it's too bad.

"Am I such an internet celebrity?" Amidst the buzzing of the fascia gun and He Zhonghe's humming, Yan Sheng asked casually.

"No, that person doesn't show his face." He Zhonghe felt that his point was completely wrong, so he simply gave up selling this Amway, talking like chicken and duck.

This leg also lasted for more than ten minutes, and the back was adjusted to the highest gear. He Zhonghe howled for a long time, and got up as if he was paralyzed, with fine sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, let's go back." Yan Sheng patted him on the back in disgust, "I'm going to be deaf if I don't let you go."

He Zhonghe stood on the ground, tiptoed, jumped and took two steps, very surprised: "It's much more comfortable."

After leaving Yansheng's house, he stood in the corridor, always feeling that he had to say something after what happened today.

The windows in the corridor were not closed, and the wind was very strong. The voice-activated lights on this floor were not very sensitive, and it still didn't turn on after stomping my feet twice.

He Zhonghe was wearing autumn home clothes, and he was completely frozen by the wind, so he remembered that tomorrow will be the beginning of winter.

Looking at Yan Sheng and Hu Hu at his feet in the stunned corridor, He Zhonghe looked hesitant to speak.

Yan Sheng also looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

He Zhonghe finally thought of a topic: "How was the basketball game today?"

"First prize in our class." Yan Sheng said, "You were not at the grand occasion when Shi Yujie confessed to me."

"He...I..." He Zhonghe closed his eyes speechlessly.

Yan Sheng smiled: "Go back, go to bed early."

"En." He Zhonghe responded.

"No project tomorrow?" Yan Sheng seemed to remember something, and asked before he turned around.

"It's gone." He Zhonghe said.

"Then don't play games with them tomorrow," Yan Sheng said, "I'll take you to play."

"Fuck!" He Zhonghe's eyes lit up in an instant, "Is it suitable? You are a good student and take me on a ride."

"I'm almost graduating, so I'll just make a mess once, and it won't be too much."

"Okay!" He Zhonghe waved his hand excitedly, turned around and opened the door of his house, went in and poked his head out again, "Good night."

"Good night." Yan Sheng smiled and said softly.

Watching him close the door, Yan Sheng picked up the cat and returned to the bedroom. The engraving machine was next to the table. He opened the drawer and took out a small piece of wood that had just been shaped into a bead.

It was the first time to make such a delicate thing, which was very different from building a house or pool, and the machine was not proficient in operation. He had been grinding it for three nights, but he still felt dissatisfied.

The sandalwood was inlaid on the engraving machine, and it smelled very fragrant, but He Zhonghe probably didn't notice this machine just now.