Epigenetic

On the way back, it rained again, but Zhu Weixing did not hold an umbrella and did not take a car.

All the way home, people are half transparent.Without being seen by grandma, I entered the house quietly.

There is a small game console on the table, and the battery is still fully charged.I wish MSI specially left it for my brother from the pile of new electrical appliances.But my brother obviously doesn't know how to use it, so he can only look at the screen as a bustle, and it is vacant for most of the day.Grandma didn't like the new washing machine either. Zhu Weixing just found out that she was still hand washing the clothes at home.

These things are high-end, advanced, and valuable, but they are forced into the shantytowns, full of a sense of disharmony with the surroundings, as if they don't belong here.

In a daze, I suddenly heard the ringing of the bell, the familiar passage of the violin.

Zhu Weixing raised his eyes and saw that Jiang Yi was at home, lying on the small bed as usual.

It's been a while since I've seen this picture, it's rare and fresh.

The ringing mobile phone was left at the end of the bed, and he didn't want to take it. He was so annoyed with the screaming that he was too lazy to use his feet to pull it. His posture was wretched and awkward, like a demented old man with hemiplegia.

The first pass was successfully hanged by feet, Zhu Weixing saw this guy with a proud face.But soon the second call came again, and when he repeated the old trick, he raised his eyes to meet Zhu Weixing's gaze, his expression changed, and he kicked the phone out.

Just kick it, but the phone is connected, and you can press it for hands-free.

Inside was Lai Yang's pitiful voice.

"That...Brother Yi, it's time for Lao Ning to urge you to repay the debt again, those reports..."

Jiang Yi was furious and jumped up, throwing all the embarrassing fire on the innocent people on the other side of the phone.

Lai Yang, who was greeted by him for the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, was very wronged: "Brother, if you can convert all the words you scold me into text, you can make up two articles."

Jiang Yi ignored him and wanted to hang up.

Lai Yang seemed to have guessed his behavior, and yelled at the other end: "Lao Ning will definitely trouble me if he can't get your report this week. I have already ruined three pairs of shoes. Brother Yi, please take pity on me. I will tell you According to the text, you nod, he..."

Jiang Yi interrupted him: "No, who made you troublesome!"

"Then who wrote it for you? By the way, how did you manage it last time?" Lai Yang also suddenly remembered.

Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows: "I have slaves."

Lai Yang: "??" What Dencey? ?

Jiang Yi didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly dialed the phone.

The slave opposite: "..."

Knowing that there is no way to escape, without waiting for Jiang Yi to find fault, Zhu Weixing took the initiative to ask: "Can you change your email address?" It is fine to write a report, but asking him to read the hundreds of love materials written to Jiang Yi again would probably give him a heart attack.

Jiang Yi was inexplicable: "Why?"

Judging from his appearance, he should have no idea what was stuffed inside.

Zhu Weixing said: "Or give me Lai Yang's WeChat account, and I will directly ask him to report the information."

Jiang Yi's feet stopped shaking.

"His mobile phone is broken." Jiang Yi said.

Zhu MSI: "When?" What did they use to call you 1 minute ago?

Jiang Yi: "Tomorrow."

Zhu MSI: "..."

Jiang Yi rolled his eyes, fished out the phone, tapped and tapped there, and finally transferred the information to Zhu Weixing with his own account.

I wish MSI don't procrastinate and write now.

Just looking around, he frowned slightly.There were only two articles last time, and it was not intuitive. Looking at it comprehensively this time, Jiang Yi’s task is not so much complicated as it is complicated. Mao’s politics, rehabilitation medicine, college English, physical education, covering from large to detailed, even There is also the development of the sporting goods market, which will soon cover all subjects of U-body. Zhu Weixing was puzzled before, how could this university report be the same as a middle school composition, and also provide an outline, the main theme and the semester focus, as if guiding him how to do it Write.

"Your coach... asked you to write these?" Zhu Weixing asked.

Jiang Yi cursed: "He has dementia!"

Zhu Weixing became more and more silent as he watched.

Jiang Yi's career has come to an end. If he wanted to, he could have transferred to another department, or used the honors he earned for U Sports in those years, and he didn't have to be bald in these reports.But the coach who knows his temper well still insists on embarrassing him every semester.Looking at these things, they are concise and well-organized. Either someone organizes them specially, or they ask the teacher directly for what they want.With painstaking efforts and a little thought, you can get a glimpse of one or two.

Zhu Weixing thought for a moment, then suddenly got up and walked out.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door of Jiang's house.

Jiang Yi walked out in a daze, looking at the person standing in front of him inexplicably.

"Why?" he asked annoyingly.

Zhu Weixing brushed off the man's hand on the door rail, and slightly staggered away, but the tall man was pushed aside by him, and entered the door smoothly.

"Hey?" Jiang Yi shouted exaggeratedly, "It's late at night, please don't enter the house, what do you want to do? I'll call the police."

Zhu Weixing ignored his nonsense, shook the phone and said: "There are some parts of the information that I don't understand, I need to ask you, we'd better write these reports together."

Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, showing disgust: "You need the creditor's help, what kind of stupid slave are you?!"

Zhu Weixing: "Why don't you write it yourself as a smart creditor?"

Jiang Yi was angry: "It's written in the deed of prostitution! Don't talk back to me!"

Zhu MSI: "This is called friendship advice."

Jiang Yi: "..."

Zhu Weixing came to his bedroom, glanced at the messy space, and asked, "Can I borrow your computer?"

Sensing that a familiar guest came to the house, the rich man slowly approached, but before he could get close to Zhu Weixing, Jiang Yi used his feet to get him to the door.

Jiang Yi said: "No, it's broken!"

Zhu Weixing said: "Paper and pen can also be used. Handwriting is more serious to the teacher, although it is a bit slower."

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes: "You're looking for trouble for me, aren't you?"

"That's where your troubles are, why do you need me to find them?" Zhu Weixing couldn't help him to play a childish temper tonight, and he was quite arrogant, as if he had returned to his first acquaintance.

"Are you looking for death?" Jiang Yi played a trick.

Zhu Weixing's expression remained unchanged: "There's no need to look for it, it's probably already dead."

Jiang Yi lost again.

"Where's the pen and paper?" Seeing his ink marks, Zhu Weixing urged.

Jiang Yi put on a hideous face, and angrily slapped the computer away.

Zhu Weixing sat down at his desk unceremoniously, and said politely, "Thank you."

As expected of a computer for playing games, it is much smoother than Zhujia's, which runs as loud as a refrigerator.

The computer desktop turned out to be a rural background again, this time it was not a moon path, but a picture of a rural countryside. There was no one in the picture, only a bonfire and a guitar.

The countryside is a little dilapidated, but the bonfire is beautiful, the light and shadow are beautiful, and the pictures are also beautiful.I wish MSI took a second look.

Then import the mobile phone data into the computer, and motioned for the displeased tall man to come and sit down.

The big tall one is rebellious and ignores it.

Zhu Weixing didn't care, he chose the report requirements of the English subject and read it.

Jiang Yi, who was left on the sidelines, walked out irritatedly, and by the way, he lifted the behemoth that had been moved back together and threw it back to the gate.

Walking around outside, Jiang Yi came back, and with two beeps, he threw the things in his hand to Zhu Weixing: "Wet my stool, you are so clean."

Zhu Weixing's vision went dark, and a towel was hung on his head.

Because he saw the chestnut-haired boy in the Gustri in the afternoon, he came back from school in a daze, half-drenched in the rain.I came here again before I got home, and showered again in Building [-] and [-], and the ends of my hair stuck to my face.

Grabbing the towel, I belatedly realized that the light reflected on the window glass reflected my embarrassment.The air conditioner on the wall was running quietly at some point, sending out hot air.The towel smelled of familiar fruit and peach shampoo, which should be used by Jiang Yi.Zhu Weixing looked at the air conditioner, then looked at the towel, his heart warmed up faster than his body, and he didn't feel disgusted, so he gently wiped his hair with it.

"Thank you." The words were sincere.

The words softened by the rain finally melted into the rebellious youth, so he reluctantly went outside and dragged a chair in, turned it backwards, and sat down with his legs straddled.

By the way, he moved the giant dog out of the room, which had finally returned to the room.

The atmosphere is friendly, and I wish MSI can finally give lectures to middle school youths.

Although Jiang Yi was extremely lacking in interest, nine out of ten sentences were exaggerated and eleven sentences were nonsense, but Zhu Weixing found that he was not ignorant, and the performance of the details showed that Jiang Yi had heard of these knowledge points, and even understood some of them at all.

Jiang Yi was much more knowledgeable than he thought.

Top athletes use their body more than their brains, and Jiang Yi is never stupid.

It's just difficult.

Unparalleled difficulty.

"Isn't this measurement mentioned in sports medicine? Why not copy and paste and rewrite it?"

"'How do I avoid getting injured in sports?' What a stupid question? Just don't exercise and you won't get hurt."

"Why do I provide fourteen characters in one sentence, and you only have seven characters? Do you write or I write?"

Although the bear boy is difficult to deal with, I wish MSI to be really patient and self-cultivated, and still earnestly complete the task for him, applying arguments, expounding opinions, and even citing literature.

But just after cutting out the document to open the search engine, the person sitting next to him with his legs crossed suddenly jumped up for some reason, like a tiger whose buttocks were touched.

Zhu Weixing didn't notice, and was thrown lightly on the table by him, his shoulders hit the keyboard, and his head was pressed against his hands.

"You're not allowed to rummage through my things!" Jiang Yi turned off the computer with one hand, propped his hand next to Zhu Weixing's face, frowned, and stared at the person on the table.

Zhu Weixing was startled, like a lamb whose neck was crushed by a beast.

The computer was turned on with his permission, which was simply inexplicable.But Zhu MSI did not refute, and directly apologized.

"I'm sorry." Because the two cheeks were squeezed, the words were still a little vague.

Jiang Yi was still angry, he didn't advance or retreat, and moved closer, the tip of his nose was arched to the face of the person below him.

"Did you see something you shouldn't have seen, huh?" Jiang Yi asked deliberately, but also dangerously.

Anyone who wishes MSI to be a little slick and cheeky can retort to the other party, could it be that the dark space can't store his small pieces, and they were all transferred to the computer, which made this person nervous.

But Zhu Weixing will not, even if the breath on the side of the cheek is hot, and Jiang Yi's breath when he speaks makes his eyelashes tremble frequently, he just lowers his eyes quietly and asks seriously.

"What shouldn't be seen?"

Jiang Yi was startled, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"—Brother MSI!! I'm coming... ah!!!" But at this moment, a big loudspeaker yelled, and it stopped abruptly with a loud bang.

Zhu Weixing noticed the movement, raised her head suddenly, the cheeks were warm and soft for an instant, and then there was a crisp sound.

Jiang Yi's head was so hard that Zhu Weixing's eyes were staring at him.But he didn't care to blame him, Zhu Weixing looked at the opposite side, and saw a large and a small standing in his own house.One Longlong and one elder brother stared towards here with a strange expression on their faces.

Facing the two surprised gazes, Zhu Weixing knew that the confrontation between the two just now was subtle, and it would cause people to misunderstand, especially children, who might think that they were having a conflict.Zhu Weixing elbowed the people around him away a little before explaining to the other side.

"We are doing very important homework, tell grandma, I will be back later, so that she does not have to wait for the door, I have brought the key." It is a genuine, 100 million serious and true reason.

But it sounds inexplicable.

Fortunately, my brother accepted it smoothly and nodded obediently.

The big speaker rolled his eyes, nodded, turned around and shouted.

"—Grandma!!!! Brother MSI is at Brother Jiang Yi's house—rely—to do important—very—important homework together!!! Brother MSI said no—— Come back, let you sleep by yourselves! Don’t wait for him at night!!!” It’s also true, and 100 million tries hard to convey it seriously.

But it also feels weird.

When the onlookers on the opposite side left, Jiang Yi was finally pushed back into the chair by success.

Zhu Weixing quietly wiped the hot left cheek, consciously ignoring the mess that happened just now, and unnaturally said to the honest man: "If there is still a report to be written next time, before I come, you'd better turn off the computer. Clean it up." lest I accidentally step on the thunder and provoke excessive treatment.

Jiang Yi's mood brightened in an instant, he pursed his lips, bent his eyes, and smiled, showing a dimple on one side.

"Come again? Do you want to prepare a bed for you in my house directly?"

Zhu MSI was a little angry in counterattack: "No need!"

When I got home, my brother and grandma were already asleep.

After taking a shower and returning to the room, Zhu Weixing paused and went to the lower bunk. Zhu Weichen placed the game console beside his pillow that he thought his brother didn't like, and he stretched out his arms to hold it in his dreams.On the chair, the washing machine that grandma thought she could not operate dried the bed sheets that were difficult to dry in winter nights.

Zhu Weixing lay on the bed, looked at the familiar ceiling above, and suddenly realized that some things were indeed expensive and expensive, but it was never his one-way individual value that determined the ownership, but the needs and emotional exchanges of the group.

Any incompatibility can exist because of money and differences, and can also be eliminated because of love and tolerance.