Million UP school god plays me every day

At this moment, a pair of old and powerful hands connected the two young guys tightly.

The expressions of the "father and son" are wonderful.

Che Ziming broke free from the old lady's hand, wanting to cry: "Grandma, wake up? Ah! We are buddies!"

The old lady raised her hand and gave him a slap, "It's not big or small! How did your father give birth to such a thing as you?"

"I..." Che Ziming's eyes turned red with anger, "Look at me, how do we look alike! He's your son!"

When the old lady heard the words, she picked up the broomstick standing by the door, "You ungrateful thing, you have started to provoke the relationship between your grandma and your father! Little bastard, look at me today? I won't kill you!"

Che Ziming turned his head and ran towards the yard? He was so proficient that it made people feel distressed.

"I'm so convinced!! Okay? Okay? Okay? You are a family?! He is your son, I have nothing to do with you two, okay?!"

The old lady was beating while running, her hands trembling with the broom: "Sure enough, I knew that your son-in-law came to our house to deceive people! Today, I will take care of comrades from the police. You will be brought to justice on the spot! "

"Aw!!" Che Ziming raised his head and ran wildly: "Dad, save me, Dad will be discharged from the hospital soon!"

Xie Lan was greatly shocked in his heart.

"We really don't need it? Stop it..." he asked weakly.

"No need?." Dou Sheng entered the door and found a stool to sit on. He even grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said while nibbling, "No need? Stop, you just need to come here a few more times to get used to it. Sit down and watch the show."

Xie Lan hesitated, "No need? Stop?"

"That's right. Grandma is just a fool, she is very healthy. The secret is to beat her grandson every day."

"..."

One old and one young were walking in circles in the yard. The old lady passed by the bucket, threw away the broom, picked up the mop pole and continued to chase.

Xie Lan looked around, silently took off the sharp ax from the tool shelf, and hid it behind Dou Sheng.

With trembling hands, Dou Sheng scattered the melon seeds on the ground, picking them up while having fun.

"Hey, today? It's so soon?"

As soon as Xie Lan turned around, Dai You and Yu Fei came, still carrying a bag of vegetables.

Yu Fei's brows drooped in daily life, and he raised his chin to greet the passing cars, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from Dou Sheng's hand, "What's the matter with you, dressed like this?"

"Video creativity, it's okay." Dou Sheng shared the remaining melon seeds between them, "Everyone is here, hurry up and cook."

Dai You glanced at the pot of dumpling stuffing, "Six people, if there are dumplings, how about four dishes?"

Dou Sheng hummed, "Let's divide the work."

The cat-and-mouse game between Che Ziming and the old lady was suspended, and the two leaned against the courtyard wall to breathe.

"Three small stir-fries and one stew." Dou Sheng said, "I'll make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, roasted pork with eggplant, and green vegetables with minced meat. Dai You will make potato ribs. Yu Fei...in the courtyard? Continue to slump, Che Ziming looked at grandma."

Several people nodded one after another, and had no objection to this division of labor.

"What about me?" Xie Lan quickly glanced at the remaining ingredients, "I can fry fish and make a beef pie."

After the words fell, the yard was eerily quiet for a while.

The old lady who was panting just now stopped, and asked hesitantly, "What is beef pie?"

"Why don't you come and help me." Dou Sheng said quickly, "I have a lot of dishes to prepare, and I can't be busy."

"Oh, that's okay too." Xie Lan nodded and agreed, looking at the beef in the bags under his eyes with some regret.

Although the house is old, it is tidy and the sundries are neatly arranged.

The kitchen is at the end, and there is only one stove, on which there is a black and shiny frying pan.

Dai You deftly pulled out the pressure cooker from the cupboard, "I'll cook it outside, what do you guys use in the kitchen?"

"Yeah." Dou Sheng turned on the tap, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt a few times, "Xie Lan came here to wash his hands."

There is a lot of rust on the faucet, and the thin water pipes are exposed outside, and the whole shelf shakes when it is twisted.But the water flow from such a thin water pipe is very strong, rushing.

Xie Lan also rolled up his sleeves, "Do you often come here to cook?"

"Three or five times a year, Che Ziming's father opened a small restaurant. When the butcher came home during the holidays, he had to drive more than 100 kilometers by himself to pull the meat. If he couldn't come back at night, we would accompany the car. Ming takes care of grandma."

Dou Sheng said while rubbing the pot with a kitchen paper towel, and carried the vegetables and meat to the operating table, "Can you wash it?"

"Yes." Xie Lan picked up the basin beside him, "Do you wash all these?"

Dou Sheng hummed, "You wash the vegetables, I'll wash the meat."

The amount of dishes is quite large, such as eggplant, greens and tomatoes, but it is washed very quickly, unlike washing meat, which requires a lot of grease.

Dou Sheng gave the water basin to Mr. Xie Lan for use, and found a peeler to start peeling potatoes.

That long, slender and white wrist was just in the corner of Xie Lan's peripheral vision. Occasionally, when he turned the potato over, the wrist bone would move slightly.

"You're going to rub this tomato bald." Dou Sheng said suddenly.

Xie Lan regained his composure, only to realize that the skin of the tomato was already broken in his hand, and the red soup was being washed away by the running water.

He quickly turned off the water, and put the injured "bleeding" tomato aside.

Dou Sheng took it directly to the chopping board and cut it, "It's easy to get distracted just by cooking, let's play some music."

"Okay?" Xie Lan took out his phone, "What do you want to hear?"

"Whatever you like." Dou Sheng smiled, "Or play a violin? Just pick what you like?"

Xie Lan then poked a playlist of violin songs casually and put it aside.

The sound of washing vegetables is very loud, and the sound of the violin is faint in the sound of the water, which is a bit playful.

"By the way, have you ever thought about what to name the cat?" Dou Sheng asked casually.

Xie Lan thought for a while, "Just Mimi?"

"Mimi is already meowing." Dou Sheng clicked his tongue, "Why don't you call me Wutong?"

Xie Lan paused, "You seem to like Wutong very much."

"Hmm." Dou Sheng also took the vegetables he had washed, "The phoenix tree has a lonely temperament, and it is very romantic when it blooms. Oh yes, do you know what romance means? It's Roman..."

"I know." Xie Lan stared at the peeled potatoes under the faucet, drooping his eyes and said: "My mother said? It's not easy to grow phoenix trees in the north. As long as the temperature here is cooler in spring, it won't bloom this year. It's lonely. So every time it blooms, it's a surprise."

Dou Sheng put the knife on the cutting board, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "So, if it blooms this year, will you record a short video?"

Xie Lan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, "Are you asking me what I think?"

Dou Sheng smiled, "I'm asking if you want to be together."

"Oh." Xie Lan turned off the faucet, "OK."

When the dishes were ready, Dou Sheng heated up the oil in the wok. He didn't even wear an apron, so he kept his hands a little far away from the pot, and used a shovel to stir-fry the vegetables in full swing.

The Chinese cuisine is full of oily smoke and full of posture. In the kitchen? It's like firing a cannon, and the sound of the violin is completely covered.

Dou Sheng seems to be in a good mood, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth as he cooks vegetables, silently drawing a clear line with the "stumbled boy" character created by his outfit.

Xie Lan looked at him for a while before remembering that there was still pork ribs. He picked up the dish and said, "I'll send it to Dai You."

"Potatoes are also included." Dou Sheng muttered, "I didn't come to pick up the vegetables for a long time."

Dai You wasn't cooking at all.

The pressure cooker was placed on the table, and the wires were not plugged in. He himself was sitting in a row with Che Ziming on a small bench in the corner, his face shut.

Yu Fei sat in the rocking chair at the top of the head, shaking silently while shaking.

The old lady pointed at Yu Fei and reprimanded Dai You: "Your father is so old! You can't even open your eyes, why don't you take care of your son yourself? Do you want him to worry?!"

"?"

Xie Lan was stunned.

In the room? It was silent for a while.Dai You sighed, brushing his hair. He said to Fei: "I'm sorry Dad, I will definitely take care of the car and clear up this bastard. Next time he dares to let you get up from the chair to drive, I will definitely slap him."

Xie Lan: "?"

The old lady rolled her eyes and turned to Che Ziming, "What about you!"

Che Ziming's eyes were filled with lifeless anger. He stood up and bowed to Dai You first, "I'm sorry Dad, I was wrong."

His cheeky skin was blushing with shame, he took a deep breath, bowed his neck again, "I'm sorry, Grandpa, you should sit on a big stool, I'm a low-spirited junior, from now on I'll sit on a small stool... No, from now on I'll just squat on the ground."

Xie Lan people are all stupid.

Yu Fei was paralyzed in the rocking chair? He was bowed by the two of them, and after a long time, he sighed.

"Xiyan." He turned his head and called Grandma Che Ziming's name, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, don't teach them, let them cook quickly."

"That's right, we know we're wrong, let's cook!" Dai You immediately got up, lifted Che Ziming's collar, and whispered in his ear: "Run! Go and mix up the dumpling stuffing. "

Che Ziming got up dejectedly, "I'm tired, let's cook rice instead."

"That's okay?" Dai You patted the back of his neck lightly, "Go out and get some air."

The old lady was tired from shouting, so she and Yu Fei sat on a rocking chair across a table, falling asleep together.

For a moment, Xie Lan really felt that the two of them were like an old couple. Their temperaments couldn't be said to be very similar, but they could only be said to be exactly the same.

"Hey, is there any garlic in the kitchen?" Dai You asked in a low voice.

Xie Lan said, "Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

Dai You glanced back at the old lady, picked up the pressure cooker, "I guess the beans are done cooking, I'll go to the kitchen to make them."

After leaving that room, Dai You let go of his voice and let out a long breath.

"Grandma's illness this time is worse than before. In the past, there were at most two generations of father and son. Today is the first time the role of grandpa appears."

Xie Lan asked, "Is there any reason?"

"I guess it's because my real son isn't here, so I'm panicking." Dai You sighed, "Alzheimer's disease is troublesome. In fact, she's very healthy, but she's just confused. No matter how she treats her, it's been years."

There is no more garlic in the kitchen. Dou Sheng is a prodigal son. In the end, the last two cloves were too lazy to find a bag, so they were forcibly fried into the dish.

Xie Lan had nothing to say to the stir-fried vegetables piled up with sliced ​​garlic.

Dai You said coolly, "The nearest vegetable shop is at least one kilometer away."

"It's okay." Dou Sheng put down his sleeves, "I've become acquainted with the neighbors, Xie Lan and I will borrow it."

He had to go through the old lady's room when he went out. Dou Sheng saw the two people who were sleeping with their heads up in the chair. They stumbled and looked complicated.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a low voice.

Xie Lan was silent for a moment, "Say? It's a long story."

Dou Sheng: "Try to talk?"

"Che Ziming's father is Dai You, and Dai You's father is Yu Fei." Xie Lan said, and glanced at the twitching corner of Dou Sheng's mouth, "You seem...to be thrown out of the family."

"That's called expulsion from the family tree." Dou Sheng sighed and couldn't help laughing, "Okay? Well, I guess his dad will feel better when he comes back from the hospital?"

Xie Lan reacted for a while before nodding.

He was already in a bit of a trance, Dou Sheng said "his father", he had to think for a while before he could sort out who he was talking about.

It will be time for every family to cook and eat. The sky is dark and there are only a few old lampposts scattered in the alley. The light of the bulbs is a little weak in the night.

Dou Sheng walked in front, the black skull on the jeans was hard to see in the dark, but the dirty off-white shirt was still very eye-catching, and the few light-colored highlights on his head also lost his neurosis Temperament, just a little deserted in the night.

He has a straight frame, and his two shoulder blades protrude slightly under the thin fabric of the shirt, rising and falling as he walks.Passing by a lamp hanging on the wall, the bulb just went out, he stretched out his hand and moved the wire slightly, and found the faint light again.

Xie Lan always felt that Dou Sheng, who was not in front of others, was talking and laughing, and there was a lingering loneliness on his body, and today's outfit in the night made that feeling a little bit worse.

"Look at your feet." Dou Sheng suddenly turned around and said, "The floor tiles are all broken."

Xie Lan hummed, "Be careful too."

"I'm very familiar with this area." Dou Sheng smiled, "A few years ago, I always came here for a while. I know every floor tile and every neighbor here. I borrow a seasoning as usual. , Taking garlic or something, it’s all trivial matters.”

However, the slap came quickly.

Neighbor? The little girl at the door looked wary after seeing Dou Sheng.

"Who are you?" He looked up at the dirty marks on Dou Sheng's clothes, then at his hair, and took two steps back.

Dou Sheng was stunned for a moment, "Brother Douzi, come and borrow two cloves of garlic."

The little girl pursed her lips tightly and stared at him with wide eyes.

Dou Sheng: "Huh? You don't know..."

"mom!!!!!"

A scream almost sent Xie Lan away.

"Mom!! There are hooligans!!" The little girl turned around and ran into the house, her shrill cry cutting through half the alley.

A family next to him opened the door and came out. It was an old man, and Dou Sheng was stunned when he saw it.

He groped for a long time, not sure, and said, "Douzi?"

Dou Shengsheng did not? He opened his mouth lovingly, "Ah."

"Why are you depraved again?" The old man sighed, closed the door, and hid half of his muttering in the door. "Now these children are too easy to deteriorate, I think we should just leave it alone."

There is also an old lady's voice inside, "Someone else's house? Why do you care so much about children?"

Xie Lan looked at Dou Sheng's gradually disappearing expression, and suddenly felt that little bit of worry in his heart was gone, so he started to laugh twice.

"What are you laughing at?" Dou Sheng turned his head and scolded him, "Don't provoke hooligans, be careful of getting beaten."

Xie Lan asked, "What does she mean by rascal?"

Dou Sheng sighed, "Just dress like me."

Xie Lan laughed again.

In the end, it turned out that Xie Lan borrowed half a head of garlic to forcibly save the life of the soon-to-be potato ribs.

It was already eight o'clock when the four dishes finally came to the table. The old lady just woke up from a sleep, and was a little sluggish in front of a table of steaming meals.

"Grandma, let's eat."

Che Ziming stuffed the chopsticks into her hands, "I just called my dad. The operation is scheduled for tomorrow morning? It's not a major operation, but his blood pressure is not stable. He will have to be observed in the hospital for two or three days after the operation." sky?."

Grandma fiddled with the chopsticks back and forth, without nodding or looking at Che Ziming, wondering if she listened or not.

Five people sat around a square table, Xie Lan and Dou Cheng squeezed to one side, and suddenly no one spoke.

Xie Lan has never been in contact with AD patients, but he instinctively feels that this sudden silence is not good.

It’s absurd to admit the wrong person like this afternoon, but it’s better than suddenly not saying anything now.

The old lady ate with her head depressed, like a well-educated child, taking four dishes in turn, without missing any of them.

Dai You touched Che Ziming with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Night? We have to stay."

Che Ziming? Before he had time to refute, Dou Sheng hummed, "I already told my mother about it."

"Me too." Yu Fei sighed, "I'm so tired, I'm too lazy to go back, let's sleep where I am."

Che Ziming was silent for a while, his eye sockets were a little red, and he nodded slightly.

"Thanks." He whispered.

Dou Sheng patted him on the shoulder.

The meal was fairly quiet, and Che Ziming tried to bring up the topic a few times, but the old lady didn't pay much attention.In her eyes, it seemed that there were only meals on the table, and her appetite was still quite large, so she ate the whole bowl of rice by herself.

The old man ate slowly, and the five boys were waiting for her. When she put down the chopsticks, Che Ziming breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "Grandma, I'll pick up the bowl."

"Put it down." The old lady's tone suddenly became cold.

The car made a move.

The old lady looked up at him, and then swept her eyes over Fei, Xie Lan, Dou Sheng, Dai You, and finally returned to Che Ziming's face.

"Who are you?" She squeezed her hands vigilantly, "Why did you suddenly appear at my house? Where's Che Jun? Where did you hide my son?"

Che Ziming's shoulders shrank unconsciously, and he smiled dryly, "Grandma, you are confused again, my father is in the hospital."

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" The old lady suddenly became angry, snatched the enamel dish from his hand and put it on the table, turned around and walked out, "I have to find my son."

"Grandma!" Che Ziming immediately caught up.

Xie Lan and the others also stood up, Dou Sheng and Dai You hurried to the gate of the courtyard to block the door, Yu Fei and Che Ziming held the old lady together.

No one dared to use force, they all vainly pulled her sleeve with one hand, and grabbed her hand with the other.

As soon as the old lady turned around, she suddenly held Xie Lan forcefully.

Xie Lan froze.

That hand was rough and full of grooves, but the palm was warm.

"Obviously." The old lady told Xie Lan tremblingly, "You go and get your father back, ah, don't let this group of people stay at home, I don't feel at ease seeing them."

Xie Lan was stunned for two seconds, but before he could react, he instinctively said "Okay."

But he soon realized that the old lady's brain circuit had taken another wrong turn, and quickly stretched out his other? hand, gently stroked the back of her hand, and said with downcast eyes: "Grandma, I'm sorry, Dad has gone to school. "

Yu Fei and Che Ziming stared at him with bated breath.

Xie Lan's tone was very calm, "This time I did too badly in Chinese, the teacher is looking for my dad."

The old lady frowned and thought for a while, "And the language is not good? You have not been good in Chinese since you were a child, but you are good in mathematics, right?"

Che Ziming's brows trembled when he heard this, he turned his head and forcibly held back his tears.

Xie Lan glanced at him and hummed, "My dad is angry and wants to beat me, can you let him not come back today?"

"what?"

The old lady was stunned again.After a while, she suddenly turned her head to look at Yu Fei, "His father wants to beat him?"

Yu Fei nodded immediately, "Yes, I took a thick stick, thicker than a telegraph pole."

Dou Sheng rolled his eyes at the gate of the courtyard, cleared his throat and said, "It's not that exaggerated, it's just as thick as a rolling pin."

Xie Lan didn't understand what a rolling pin was. He still lowered his head and said softly, "Grandma, I'm a little scared. Tonight? Can I go to your room? Sleep?"

In the yard? It was very quiet, for a few minutes.

The silence made the courtyard? The only voice-activated light bulb was also turned off, and everyone stood in the dark night.Dou Sheng, who was standing leaning against the courtyard door, turned his head and looked at Xie Lan's soft profile in the darkest place.

Xie Lan held the old lady's hand, patted it lightly, and stroked it gently.

After a long time, the old lady finally replied: "Hey, come to sleep if you want to sleep, your father is really not a good guy, how can my son be beaten like this?"

She said that she was about to grab Xie Lan and go back to the house, Xie Lan quickly retracted her hand when she turned around, Yu Fei immediately stepped back, Xie Lan grabbed Che Ziming with the other hand, and completed the handover in an instant.

The old lady led her own grandson into the house, opened the curtain and turned her head.

Che Ziming held his breath.

She saw his face clearly, hesitated for a while, but didn't shake his hand away.

"You just came back?" She suddenly asked in surprise, "Didn't your dad say that you went to play games with your classmates this afternoon?"

The courtyard? It was silent for a few seconds.

The corner of Che Ziming's mouth twitched, he swallowed hard his tears and hummed.

"Hey, I'm about to go to university, don't play with those things." The old lady sighed deeply, "Are you hungry? Grandma is going to make dumplings."

Dou Sheng came over and said calmly: "Okay, the dumpling stuffing is in the refrigerator? It hasn't been seasoned yet. It's just a matter of time for you to adjust it."

Hearing this, the old lady turned her head and glanced at him, "Douzi is here too, there are so many students here. Wait, I'll take care of it for you."

She said? She suddenly regained her spirits, and hurriedly walked to the kitchen wearing cotton slippers.

Several boys followed.The old lady moved very quickly. She knew where the seasoning jar was. After a while, the dumpling filling was mixed. She took out the panel from the cabinet and started kneading the noodles.

"Mingming." She turned her head to greet Che Ziming, "In the refrigerator? Your favorite shrimp and scallops are frozen, take them out for grandma."

Che Ziming choked up again, just about to say? What, he opened his mouth and hiccupped loudly.

"belch--"

Hold back tears.

The old lady giggled, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry, I'm very hungry." Che Ziming quickly went to the refrigerator, "Grandma is waiting for me, and I will roll the skin with you."

"What are you talking about? You can roll a ghost, and it will be broken when you cook it later." The old lady pushed him, "Go back to the house and do your homework, where is your dad?"

"cough."

Dou Sheng cleared his throat.

The car paused, "My dad went to stock up, and the vegetable market was closed. He had to go to Village Z by himself, and then the highway out of the city was blocked. He went to take a small road. On the way? The car broke down, and now I'm waiting for the insurance company to repair it. The insurance company also has to take a small road, anyway, after the car is repaired and then on the road again, it will take three days to come back."

The other three almost didn't hold back Le and made a sound, only Xie Lan and the old lady were stunned together.

Xie Lan even suspected that he had taken a Chinese listening test.

After a long time, the old lady understood better than Xie Lan. She nodded and said, "Okay? Well, you've been eating grandma's meals for the past few days, so you're not allowed to eat takeaway."

"Okay." Che Ziming nodded vigorously.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, Dai You waved, and everyone who had nothing to do with them retreated from the kitchen.

Xie Lan and Dou Sheng went to the courtyard? Pulled two small benches to sit on. Xie Lan stretched out his legs, facing the concrete floor tiles.

In fact, he was very nervous, and he had to lie in front of the battle in Chinese. His tongue was tied just now.

"Don't be nervous, this disease is like this." Dou Sheng suddenly whispered from the side: "Old people with dementia are especially prone to confusion every time they wake up, but most of them can be cured by coaxing them well. In fact, the old lady's condition is not very serious. Yes, I come here ten times, and about six or seven times she is sober, and sometimes she can chat with me about the news. Mainly today? The car clearly said? Wrong sentence, I only realized that it shouldn’t be said ?It was his father who was hospitalized. Hospitalization is a negative psychological implication, and the old lady becomes even more confused when she is nervous."

He spoke in a low voice, slowly, as if he was explaining to Xie Lan, but also as if he was comforting him.

In fact, Xie Lan didn't fully understand. When his mind was blank, his listening level plummeted, and he nodded randomly after a while.

There is a feeling that I can't come out.

There is worry, but I also feel a little tender.The old lady's thinking is fast, sometimes she is wrong and sometimes she is right. When she is wrong, she can point to Yu Fei and ask Che Ziming to call Grandpa. When she is right, she always thinks about Che Ming's love for shrimps. Play less games.

Just like Xie Lan's mother, when she was seriously ill, she was still thinking about the spring in London. It was very windy, so she must wear a scarf and a turtleneck sweater when she came to the hospital.

"Some people really have their own healing function." Dou Sheng said suddenly?

Xie Lan was taken aback, "What is healing?"

Dou Sheng said, "It is to make other people come out of bad emotions. People, there will always be times when they fall into darkness, and they need a ray of light to lead them out. Just lead them out. .”

Xie Lan seemed to understand a little, but also a little dizzy.

He is not very good at analyzing metaphors, especially Dou Sheng's words seem to be deliberately circumventing something, and he doesn't speak clearly.

He savored it carefully for a while before grasping the key point, "What about you, have you ever fallen into darkness before?"

Under the dim night, Dou Sheng looked back into his eyes.

"Yes." He whispered.

Xie Lan hesitated, "Then you..."

"But I'm a lucky person. I have met Guang, and I have lived up to it, and I have come out slowly."

"Oh."

Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Dai You and Che Ziming had mentioned many times that Dou Sheng's performance had plummeted and then rebounded.He was actually curious, but he didn't want to ask. He just thought that maybe one day Dou Sheng would take the initiative to tell him. After all, they are now good friends.

Not necessarily? Dou Sheng has a lot of friends, so I wonder if he will be considered a very good friend.

But he regards Dou Sheng as a good friend.

Xie Lan sighed and murmured: "Guang..."

"What's wrong?" Dou Sheng looked at him.

Xie Lan thought for a while and said, "I don't think I've encountered it before."

"Haven't you ever done it?" Dou Sheng slightly raised the corners of his lips, "It's normal too. Have you memorized "Tixi Linbi"?"

Xie Lan was taken aback, "What wall?"

"Tixi Linbi." Dou Sheng looked away, looked at the cement bricks outside the courtyard, and said in a very low voice, "Maybe you are a ray of light."

"what?"

The voice was too low, Xie Lan couldn't hear clearly, she frowned and said, "Speak up? Can you speak louder? It's not easy for me. Are you deliberately bullying again?"

"It's fine if you can't hear clearly."

Dou Sheng smiled, got up and rubbed his head again.

Xie Lan frowned and avoided, staring at him.

"I mean? I advise you to learn "Ti Xi Lin Bi" as soon as possible. Elementary school students can memorize it."

Dou Sheng said, got up and walked into the house, and said lightly: "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I just live in this mountain."

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She couldn't help poking it: What's the matter?

Lazy Dan said weakly: getting along with Doudan is not going well.

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It is said to be the one I saw on TV commercials when I was making small eggs.

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