Xueba, wake up

The cabin was indeed quite heavy, and when Yansheng returned home with the box in his arms, his arms were so sore that he couldn't even lift it up.

Yan Deqiang was not at home, the lights in the living room were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn tightly. In the darkness, only "18" could be seen on the digital screen of the air conditioner.

There was a slight snoring sound from the sofa.

Yan Sheng turned on the wall lamp in the corridor.

The living room was exposed to the light, and it was obviously a large and spacious apartment. The floor was full of broken porcelain and glass, and several balls of dirty clothes made the whole living room look like a mess.

Something moved on the sofa.

Like doing ordinary housework, Yan Sheng quickly cleaned up the broken glass and porcelain, threw the rotten clothes into the trash can, and put the broken flower pots, plants and lumpy soil into the trash bag.

After going downstairs to throw out the trash and came back, Zhu Ling was still sleeping on the sofa.

"Mom, go into the room and sleep." Yan Sheng stood beside her.

No movement.

Yan Sheng didn't speak any more, and stood beside her for a while.

The woman in front of her was naked, her hair was disheveled, and she was almost emaciated.The cheekbones are prominent, and the wrinkles are also deep. From the sides of the nose to the corners of the mouth, the nasolabial folds and puppet lines are integrated.

But it is not difficult to see from the facial features alone that this is a beautiful woman.

The cuffs of her clothes were torn to pieces at some point, exposing threads.

Yansheng entered her bedroom and came out with a thin blanket.As soon as she touched her body lightly, the woman frowned loudly and clicked her tongue, raising her hand impatiently and throwing the blanket to the ground.

Seeing her awake, Yan Sheng walked into the bathroom and closed the door without even picking up the blanket.

The earmuffs bought at the barber shop are not very waterproof, and my ears are a little itchy after taking a shower.

He dug out a bottle of alcohol from the medicine cabinet and went back to the bedroom.

There are very few things in the bedroom, except for standard furniture such as desks, chairs and beds, there is almost nothing else in the room.

Because Yan Sheng seldom goes home, no accidents, he only sleeps in this bedroom during winter and summer vacations and twice a month on Saturdays.

The phone rang, and it was a very unfamiliar WeChat name.

He: - There is a bottle of maintenance oil, I forgot to give it to you in my pocket

- bring it to you tomorrow

Yansheng returned an OK gesture.

Today's appearance really surprised him, and out of nowhere, He Zhonghe popped up.

Although I had a fight before, I can't really say that I hate him, but sometimes it doesn't look pleasing to the eye.

In class, Erlang's legs are up to the sky, his blue hair is dangling, his earrings are full of reflections, he can't relax for a while, and he is very damaged.

Although I don't understand where his madness comes from, but I spent my birthday with such a bastard.

Magic.

Yan Sheng turned off the light and lay down on the bed, looking sideways at the cabin in the dark.

"Oh, fuck, fuck! No, no, no, no, no..." Shi Yujie supported the wall with one hand and He Zhonghe's arm with the other, and shouted to stop within a few steps.

"It's been almost a month, isn't it better?"

"One hundred days of injury." Shi Yujie gasped in pain.

"I did a search before, and it was said on the Internet that a broken rib can be used for a month." He Zhonghe helped him back to the bed.

"Why do you watch these things from the Internet every day like my grandma." Shi Yujie said, "I don't ask for activities now, I just want to take a good bath."

"It's time to wash it well." He Zhonghe sniffed, "You smell now... It's like my dog ​​just finished rolling in the garbage outside."

Shi Yujie will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, so He Zhonghe doesn't have to worry about going to the hospital every day.

This time, Zhao Chen kept in mind that although there was no suitable time for the time being, he would definitely not let this matter be settled like this.

After the college entrance examination, Shi Yujie must recover from this injury.

And he can't take advantage of the loopholes to play shameless like Zhao Chen, if he wants to fight, he has to face it head-on, and he has to deal with it until Zhao Chen is convinced.

"White hair." Shi Yujie said.

"What?" He Zhonghe was still immersed in his anger and didn't react.

"Your gray hair is showing again." Shi Yujie twisted a lock of his hair.

"That's it, I'm too lazy to do it anymore." He Zhonghe copied a handful of hair, "When I dyed it, I didn't intend to cover gray hair. My hair grows too fast. At this rate, I have to dye it once every half a month, less than a year. Go bald right away."

In fact, bald and bald are also very interesting. The fader hums and pushes, regardless of whether it is white hair, black hair or blue hair.

"Hey!" He Zhonghe clapped his hands, his eyes lit up.

Shi Yujie thought he could see a small light bulb popping up on his head, like a cartoon.

"How about I just shave my head bald!"

Shi Yujie felt that there was a thunder that cut through the sky and chopped down, turning himself into a stone statue, just like a cartoon.

"Brother, I beg you to be more honest." Shi Yujie followed his back, "We shouldn't be bald."

He Zhonghe smiled for a long time: "No shaving, my hair is so smooth, it would be a pity to shave it."

After the fall, summer is officially here. The summer in the northern seaside cities is hot and humid. After washing clothes and drying them in air-conditioned rooms, water can be wrung out within two days.

When the weather is boring, the mosquitoes come out in full force. Every evening, no matter it is windy or rainy, you can see a few old men and women sitting around each building of Huitan No. [-] Middle School, surrounded by mosquitoes like a black whirlwind. Playing cards and chess depends on mahjong.

Once, Lao Zheng was arguing with his wife, and he rode an old bicycle around the building in disgrace.The bicycle rings everywhere except the bell.

He Zhonghe tried his best to hold back his laughter and bit his cheek sorely, and hid in a corner to take a picture of the lonely old Zheng riding a bike.

Two days ago, Han Ziru sent a message asking when he would move back.

He has never thought about this, but when he graduates in June next year, it is impossible for his mother to bring him to live here.

The environment here is far inferior to the previous small two-story villa area, but the neighbors live close together, and almost the entire community is full of familiar faces.Schools, commercial streets, and vegetable markets are nearby. In the evening after the summer rain, those who come home from work, pick up children, set up stalls, buy vegetables, and go shopping, the small roads that are not wide are blocked, and there is a kind of The unique taste of life in the old city.

Sometimes He Zhonghe would lie in a hanging basket on the balcony, holding popsicles and watching the sun set from the afternoon.

The cram school is the same as the school, every two weeks there is a Saturday, and as long as his mother is not at home on Saturday, He Zhonghe will take a skateboard to the skatepark for a walk.

However, most of the time is very full, especially after he made more than half of the multiple-choice questions in the real history test last year.

Life during the summer vacation was quite fulfilling, and He Zhonghe's plan to become a good student went smoothly.

Leaning against the back wall and holding up the answer to analyze it, the phone vibrated.

He Zhonghe ignored it, the set of questions at hand was too wonderful, and he was devoting himself to studying it carefully.

There are some multiple-choice questions in history. The content of the questions has nothing to do with the content of the textbook, and any option seems to be correct, and there is no fault.

Not only can the person who made the question not be able to find out the fault of the wrong option, but also the person who made the question cannot be found out.

"A: Here 'industrialization promotes the improvement of the welfare system' is unreasonable, so option A is unreasonable and wrong."

So what is unreasonable!

He Zhonghe frowned more and more.

The phone buzzed again.

industrialization……

"Buzzing..."

"Fuck, you've tied your fingers to the piling machine." He Zhonghe picked up the phone, but before it was unlocked, someone pulled it away.

"Hurry up, hurry up, why didn't you reply when I sent you a message!" Guo Yao couldn't help but dragged him away.

"What?" He Zhonghe stood up, only to realize that almost everyone in the classroom had left.

Walking out of the front lobby of the cram school, he saw a bunch of people in the class forming a small circle, all chattering and looking very excited.

In the middle of the circle is a cat.

Orange cat, but very thin and small, only two months old at first glance.

"...I thought you found some little monsters, little dinosaurs, and little elves." He Zhonghe looked at these classmates with love in their eyes, a little speechless.

"You are so boring." Guo Yao clicked her tongue.

Someone came out of the door, He Zhonghe glanced over there, and met Yan Sheng who was moving his arms.

"Elves." He Zhonghe pointed to the crowd next to him.

Yan Sheng's eyes were quickly clouded with doubt.

"You're never finished." Guo Yao slapped his arm and said to Yansheng, "It's a kitten."

He Zhonghe curled his lips, thinking that even if I said it was an elf, no one would go to see it. What kind of cat is it?

However, Yan Sheng quickly walked into the crowd of cat watchers.

He Zhonghe was stunned.

?

Is this reasonable?

Is the human setup a bit broken?

"Look, you are the most cold-blooded." Guo Yao said contemptuously.

The class bell rang, and a teacher came out and told them to go back.

The people around the cat reluctantly parted.

"Yansheng, it's time for class." The teacher greeted Yansheng who was still squatting next to the cat.

"Here we go." He said without moving.

Many of the part-time teachers in the cram school are undergraduates and postgraduates who have not yet graduated. They come to the institution during the summer vacation to help with recruitment, management and discipline, and they don't pay much attention.Seeing that Yansheng didn't intend to go back to class, he didn't bother to bother him.

"What about you?" The teacher was about to go back when he saw He Zhonghe a few steps away from Yansheng.

"I... I'm coming too." He Zhonghe said.

The door became quiet, and there were only the two of them left. This street was lined with cram schools, ranging from preschool to high school. In the distance, there were a few elementary school students chasing each other, howling and running.

He Zhonghe didn't know why he didn't go back, probably because he thought it was too new for Yansheng to be interested in cats?

He walked to Yansheng and squatted down.

This cat has a strange appearance, its whole body is dark orange, except for two white streaks beside its nose.

Old Whitebeard...kitten.

He Zhonghe lightly poked the white-bearded cat's stomach.

The cat "owed" and bared its fangs at He Zhonghe.

He Zhonghe froze for a moment, it was very fierce.

"A little hydrops." Yan Sheng pressed the cat's head with his fingertips.

"Whose cat is it? It's a stray cat." He Zhonghe found that the cat's shape was indeed a bit abnormal. It had a small neck and claws, and its belly was very big, like a spindle.

"Stray cat." Yan Sheng pointed to the tips of the cat's ears, on which there were lumps of old dirt still stained with fresh muddy water.

There are vegetable markets and many residential buildings in this area. There are quite a lot of stray dogs, but stray cats are rare, especially for such small ones.

The cat didn't look very well, its claws were squinted, its eye sockets were clumped together, its body was dirty, its belly bulged when it was panting, and it was trembling a little.

"It has to be sent to the hospital." Yan Sheng picked it up and held it with one hand, "Go back to class."

"This is English, right?" He Zhonghe felt that the cat's life was somewhat hanging by a thread.

Although Yan Sheng seemed to be quite interested in it, He Zhonghe kept thinking about the news that the bully abused the cat due to too much pressure: "I'll be with you."