Epigenetic

Zhu MSI said: "I have always cared about you." As a friend.

He didn't say the last four words, but Jiang Yi saw it, and lifted his lips to sneer: "I don't care? You fucking want to play this game with me at this time?"

He showed signs of running out of patience, and the savage longing that had been suppressed for a long time loomed in the undercurrents of his eyes, which were already blood red.

As if this is the real appearance of Jiang Yi hugging Zhu Weixing, Zhu Weixing was a little shocked, and he tried to maintain reason with Jiang Yi with his mind that was about to get stuck: "Then let's talk calmly now?"

"Talking?" Jiang Yi seemed to hear some joke, and moved closer, the tip of his nose touched Zhu Weixing's side face, and slowly slid along his cold skin, and it stuck to his ear, whispering, "Do you still want to talk?" What do you know from me? How do I miss you every day? Want to kiss you? Hug you? Or...you."

Zhu Weixing has never heard such blunt words since waking up. The person who thought he was calm and calm suddenly blushed half of his face when he was approached by the other party, all the way to the ears.

Zhu Weixing was so excited that he had to struggle, stretched out his hand to push the arched head, but to no avail, he poked his face again, and made a small hole on the side of Jiang Yi's cheek, but it still didn't help, his fingertips felt a piece Soft, thin and hot, Zhu Weixing was startled and quickly stopped.

Jiang Yi raised his head and looked at Zhu Weixing.

A few seconds later, Zhu Weixing was the first to look away from his oppressive gaze, but said softly: "Give me some more time to think about it..."

Jiang Yi was dissatisfied, and cursed: "Didn't I give you time? I gave you fucking months to think about it? Do you want to come up with a fart?"

Zhu Weixing was taken aback, completely speechless, how did he know that the other party had been thinking this way for several months.Obviously at the beginning, he didn't know who told him to get out of the [-] miles, and he repeatedly assured him that he had no intention of doing anything to him so that he could rest assured.

Jiang Yi saw that he was talking back with his eyes, and was furious: "Even Zheng Zhaowen has a fucking red and black belt in Taekwondo. How can you have the confidence that I want to be your brother?"

Zhu Weixing, who never expected to be discriminated against suddenly: "..."

So weak chickens can't be friends?Is this choosing a bodyguard or choosing a brother?

"I gave you another two days to think about it, what the hell did you come up with today is 'don't even think about it' with that idiot?"

MSI Zhu retorted seriously: "But I really don't know."

He is good at using logic to deal with everything, but the problem with Jiang Yi cannot be sorted out by logic.Zhu Weixing, who hadn't thought about it for several days, got confused when he heard Lou Zhaoyang's nonsense in the small supermarket this afternoon, and instead of calming down the situation, Jiang Yi was upset.Zhu Weixing should have never liked boys or others in his two lifetimes. He has always had a good impression of Jiang Yi. He admits that this favor is a little bit higher than friendship, but Zhu Weixing really regarded it as his before. The two are very like-minded.

Could it be... Could this still be liking?

What kind of emotion can make people want to be with another person for a long time, and how do you define the feeling of wanting to be with someone for a long time as love?This is an unknown field that Zhu Weixing has never touched. He has too many questions, and his cautiousness makes him dare not step into it easily.

He asked earnestly: "You are in a hurry to ask me for an answer. If I don't think through it, if I promise you now, but later regret it, will you give me another chance to choose?"

This question caused Jiang Yi's face to flash fiercely for a moment, as if thinking of the two being together and parting ways, he held the man's hand slowly and tightly.

Finally, he squeezed Zhu Weixing's chin to make him raise his face. Jiang Yi lowered his head, and the hot breath approached him. In Zhu Weixing's wide-open eyes, Jiang Yi was a few millimeters away from his lips.

Looking directly at the person close at hand, Jiang Yi suddenly rolled his eyes and smiled softly: "Okay, I'll think about it for you one last time, and reply in three days."

Zhu MSI: "Can you accept the answer of rejection?"

Jiang Yi's smile burst instantly: "One week."

Zhu MSI: "Can you accept Plato?"

Blue veins burst out on Jiang Yi's forehead: "Ten days."

Zhu MSI: "Can you..."

Jiang Yi gritted his teeth: "You fucking try to haggle for me again? Do you believe it or not? I'm taking photos and videos of the two of us right now and uploading them online and broadcasting live on Wechat!?"

Zhu MSI: "..."

Jiang Yi pinched his face, and his lips could not hold back, brushing the corner of his mouth lightly, warning and threatening: "Think hard..."

*********

"Uh uh..."

The babbling sound in my ear was repeated many times before I pulled back Zhu Weixing's mind of running away, looked up and saw Zhu Weichen standing in front of the bed, pointing at his pillow with a blank face.

"Call...call..."

It turns out Zhu MSI's cell phone has been ringing.

Zhu Weixing's nerves skipped a beat, and only after seeing the name of the telegrapher did he loosen his grip.

After connecting, Jiang Lai's cheerful voice came from the other end: "Weixing, do you want to find a part-time job?"

Zhu Weixing slowly remembered that after shelving the milk shop business, when exchanging homework with Jiang Lai on WeChat, he mentioned that he wanted to find a part-time job related to music. After all, he still needed a source of income.

Jiang Lai: "I know a job that is especially suitable for you! Go see it tomorrow?!"

"Ah? Okay..." Zhu Weixing responded reflexively, and asked after thinking for a while, "Your friend named Lou...is he okay?"

Jiang Lai: "Lou? Lou Zhaoyang? How do you know he's not good?"

Zhu Weixing was startled, and edited and made up a reason: "I saw him fall on the way from school today, it was serious, and I wanted to ask, what's wrong with him?"

Still... still alive?

Jiang Lai: "Ah, he's such an idiot. I just said that he fell into the sewage pit with a limp, and insisted that he was murdered after school. It's nothing, it's just a bump on the forehead."

Really wrestling? !

Zhu Weixing was speechless, and secretly let out another breath.

After dialing the phone, I couldn't hold back and went to the window, and carefully looked at the opposite side through the venetian blind, and saw that who was lying on the bed was playing games with one hand and ravaging the rich man with the other, his movements were very neat, and he didn't seem to be injured.

The next moment, the man's eyelids suddenly lifted, and his sharp eyes actually looked directly at him, Zhu Weixing was so frightened that he quickly backed away so as not to expose it.

Where did his blood come from?Who was harmed by him again?

Soon someone gave Zhu MSI an answer. After the ten o'clock evening news, a video hit his circle of friends.

"Tragedy! The heroic young man bravely fought the drug dealers in the face of injustice! Touched! Turned away from the police station and left without leaving his name!"

The video is very short, cut from surveillance, about two hours ago.A group of social evil forces fought with weapons on a certain construction site due to uneven transactions, which affected tall young people passing by.At first the group unilaterally quarreled with him, and then the youth unilaterally launched a siege against them.

Both parties were coded, and passers-by under the original video sighed.

This is the first time I saw that the tragic in the title was describing drug dealers, and the blood spattered.

Watching the video, I can't tell which side is the evil force...

How did this guy pass by once the construction site was closed?

Moved by what?Which drug dealer dares to move?

This is a heroic youth?This underworld Yama!

Anonymous must be unwilling to contract the funeral expenses of drug dealers!

Passers-by don’t know who the protagonist is, but those who are familiar with it can still recognize the javelin-like back. While screaming and praising, they feel that the normal operation is not surprising. Extreme" is inhumane.

Zhu MSI: "..."

After making a fuss for a long time, Zhu Weixing went to bed with a complicated mood, thinking that tonight would be another night of insomnia, and didn't want to close his eyes and sleep until dawn.

……

After opening my eyes, I vaguely remembered having a dream. The scenes of talking with someone in the alley were replayed repeatedly in the dream, and the precarious distance between the two was also getting closer and further away. The temperature, breath, touch, and ambiguity were more magnified and realistic than reality .Zhu Weixing was so frightened that he lay on the bed in a daze for a long time before he calmed down.

In the afternoon, Jiang Lai invited me to go to the new part-time job site, which is in the Old People's Square.

The punctual Zhu Weixing still arrived early, and found a flower bed to sit and wait for Jiang to come. He looked up and found that the small door opposite was the private restaurant where Jiang Yi and Jiang Yi had eaten hot pot a while ago. In broad daylight, it turned out that it had a signboard, a small piece , written on it - Shifan beat side furnace.

It's almost dinner time, but the front of the store is deserted. Passers-by don't even know that there is a restaurant here. With a dilapidated facade, it is really incompatible with this old man's place, which is also strange.

How did Jiang Yi find this store?do it yourself?Or who do you often come with?

A burst of noise interrupted Zhu Weixing's thinking, and made him realize why his thoughts diverged to someone again. He hurriedly wiped his face and turned his eyes away from the hot pot restaurant.

Slim figure, avant-garde attire, unrestrained behavior, and screaming voice, Zhu Weixing thought for two seconds, and recognized one of them as [No money to buy a mask] from his WeChat [Pheasant] group, who was with Zhu Liangliang at Wushan Bar The good sister of Little Bee who worked together, YIYI.

A group of people were in front of the milk tea shop, as if meeting a happy event from heaven, Yiyi was full of spirit and excited, and shouted to the people around: "Dear friends, everyone has a share of milk tea today, I invite me to invite. We changed the boss in Wushan Soaring to the sky, my sister, I will never forget the friendship of all sisters who have endured hardships and shared weal and woe. Our deep friendship is stronger than gold!

In exchange for this remark, there is a lot of screaming and applause ahead, all after making YIYI soar, don't forget the old friendship and think about yourself more.

Yiyi patted her chest: "In a word, no problem, I heard from the foreman that our bar transfer contract will take effect in two days, and the new boss will be able to take office soon."

Amid the envy, some people sang against the tune: "Even if it is transferred, the manager is not Yan Liushao himself, can he come to inspect this small property in person? Maybe it is just for fun?"

YIYI has a straight face: "What small industry? If U City's 'Platinum Corridor' is really opened up, the Old People's Square will be extended by at least 500 meters to the south. At that time, the center of this street will no longer be the Pearl Garden, and it will no longer be the broken hot pot opposite. Shop! It’s the area where our Wushan is located!! Do you have any idea about the treatment in the center of the Platinum Corridor in the gold business district of U City? Did Yan Liushao not pay attention to it so early? What kind of vision does he have? When he and you as stupid?"

YIYI: "Besides, you haven't read the recent big news? Even if Yan Liushao doesn't come here in person, as long as it's his property, there is nothing that doesn't make money. Even if it's just for fun, you can still look good at similar shops on the street."

Obsessed with showing off and being proud, Yiyi didn't see Zhu Weixing sitting on the side of the road until he walked far away.

Zhu MSI was also surprised by the amount of information received.

Wushan Bar is going to change its boss?In exchange for Yan Jinliang? Is the "Platinum Corridor" really going to be built?What's the big news on the Internet?

There were too many questions, Zhu Weixing thoughtfully opened the recycle bin, and one spam text message from Guoba Entertainment still persisted in his mobile phone every day, more punctual than a quantum logic clock.

Zhu Weixing poked open one casually, and was brought into a netherworld website as smoothly as silk.