The Boyfriend Return Policy

Teacher Zhuang blushed rarely: "You child! Why mention this if you have nothing to do! I take it as you and Xiao Zhou!"

Xu Du smiled, very refreshingly, his eyes curved into sharp crescents: "Didn't you guys have time to hold the wedding back then?"

At that time, Mr. Xu was poor. He just started working, and most of the money he took was sent back. Grandma Xu Du loved him and secretly fortified him back. Mr. Xu refused to take it anyway, saying that he had spent too much money at home for his studies. , this can't make up for anything.

In the first few years, the two lived together in the old dormitory built by the school. Xu Du's arrival was an accident, and the couple didn't have time to prepare. Teacher Zhuang couldn't bear to kill the child.

Xu Du couldn't empathize with the suffering back then. The only thing he knew was that Mr. Zhuang didn't wear a wedding dress, and the two of them never had a wedding.

Teacher Zhuang: "I'm quite old, what should I do, don't be ashamed, that's enough, let's eat some food..."

Teacher Xu, who had pondered for a long time, suddenly showed the majesty of the head of the family, slapped the table and decided: "Do it!"

Teacher Zhuang: "Old man! What are you messing with!"

Teacher Xu: "I married a wife because I messed with it!"

Noisy and noisy turned into——

"You can tie whoever you like! Anyway, I don't care!"

"You are my wife, who else can I marry! Why are you so unreasonable, old woman!"

……

Xu Du rested his chin to watch them quarrel, Mr. Zhuang blushed, Mr. Xu was so arrogant that he overwhelmed his wife, he was as proud as a triumphant general, and he added at the end: "Son, you say yes."

Xu Du: "Mmmmm."

Teacher Zhuang: "I don't care about you! The Spring Festival Gala has begun!"

The current Spring Festival Gala has a very amazing feature, that is, the older generation thinks it is tasteless, and the younger ones find it hard to watch, but because it is the father of CCTV, every family has a TV set and waits.

Teacher Zhuang is still shy and guilty, and when guilty, he tends to talk too much, saying: "Oh, when will our Xiao Zhou come out, hey, why did the host change this year, I don't know any of them..."

Xu Duxin said that it is impossible for Zhou Jixing to go up to host anyway, and it is useless if you look at it.

When Teacher Zhuang called the Seventh Aunt and the Eighth Aunt to show off that his cub was going to the Spring Festival Gala, Xu Du had a second to reflect on whether he was not doing well enough, and the result of the introspection was——You are the number one God knows if I can't do well?

Anyway, it wasn't the first day, Xu Du calmly and quickly forgave himself, and incidentally sent a message to Zhou Jixing, telling the other party Zhou Jixing, Mrs. Zhuang, that because her own son failed to satisfy her early hyunzi mentality , and now acts a little frantically.

He didn't expect that a few lines of phone calls came directly from Zhou. Xu Du was propping his head with one hand and typing with the other on his lap. When he came so suddenly, his phone almost fell to the ground: "I'm going! Are you scared?" I jump!"

A few lines seemed to be in a good mood, and he even smiled: "Hide your guilt."

Hey!

How can the boy speak!

"Guilty you little hot chicken!" Xu Du withdrew his hand that was supporting his head, and touched his nose, "Didn't you want something like that? Are you free to make a call?"

Teacher Zhuang noticed this: "Xiao Zhou?"

"My mother is calling you." Xu Du said, and passed the phone to Mr. Zhuang. Before Mr. Zhuang got out of Xuanzi's excitement, he dragged Zhou Jixing and said a lot: "Xiao Zhou, how is it? Are you nervous? Have you eaten yet? Auntie has made a big table here... Come over whenever you are free. Auntie will make it for you at any time..."

Xu Du snorted, lowered his head to peel the prawns, and after peeling half a bowl, Teacher Zhuang was still talking, "It's okay, don't be nervous, I'm just happy... Yes, grandma will watch it too, and she's still talking about you." I told you to go there when you have time...you mean Xu Du?"

When Xu Du heard his name, he raised his eyes, but unfortunately his mother didn't even glance at him: "It's still the same, like a pig, it just sleeps in the room as soon as I come back, and I don't wake up until dinner... ...Ah, he's going to work tomorrow, seems to be on duty..."

Teacher Zhuang finally raised his eyes and looked at him: "Is that so? Are you not coming back tomorrow night?"

Xu Du nodded with the shrimp in his mouth: "Spend the night in the hospital, don't miss me too much."

Teacher Zhuang smiled and scolded Xu Du, and then the phone was transferred to Teacher Xu. Zhou Jixing probably paid New Year's greetings to Teacher Xu. bless.

The phone finally came back to Xu Du, and Xu Du slowly wiped his hands that had just peeled the shrimp, then picked up the phone, stood up, stepped onto the sofa, and formed an opposing position with the TV.

Xu Du kicked off the slippers, sat cross-legged, hugged a sofa pillow, and settled into a comfortable posture. He glanced at the singing Spring Festival Gala, and then slowly said, "Why am I listening, you still have some noise?"

Zhou Jixing hummed, he lit a cigarette, and stood by the window of the smoking area: "Come out and get some fresh air."

Xu Du just ate the food, didn't move after a mouthful of food, took advantage of the seam in his stomach, broke another banana and ate it there, and said in an indistinct voice while eating, "Are you nervous?"

Xu Du thought that with Zhou Jixing's stubborn self-esteem, he either scolded him a few words, or just pretended to be a little bit coercive - when did brother ever get nervous?

As a result, Zhou Jixing really hummed.

Xu Du took a bite of banana stuck in his mouth and forgot to swallow it. After three seconds, he slowly moved his cheeks: "Brother, don't be fooled by the wind. Look, does this sound like what you said? Don't you With a wave of your right hand like that, you ordinary human beings are lucky, have fun secretly, you can see my performance, tsk tsk, Sansheng is lucky."

Zhou Jixing laughed. He took out his cigarette and extinguished the fireworks: "Silly boy, there are more or less some. Live broadcast is no better than recorded broadcast. If you sing a wrong word, it will be a national joke."

Xu Du paid attention to the novelty: "Are you singing?"

Zhou Jixing: "Well, do you have an opinion?"

Xu Du raised his hand and rubbed his ears. It might be because he had just drank alcohol. His ears were a little red, and the slightly hot feeling rubbed between his fingertips. The alcohol seemed to be fermenting in the flowing blood. Xu Du hugged Hugging the pillow, leaning back, raised her hand to lift the bangs that were deliberately long to cover her eyebrows, and smiled: "Yeah, I'm sorry that you have an opinion..."

As time passed by in the long river, he was calm and gentle. Human beings laughed at the ignorant frogs that were strangled in warm water, but they didn't want everyone to sink in the long river of time until they drowned.

Thirty years ago, Xu Du had just come into the world.

Zhou Jixing is only a necessary, sooner or later existence in the feudal tradition.

27 years ago, Xu Du was standing in front of the kindergarten podium, and was awarded a little red flower by the teacher because he picked up a classmate’s colored pen. At that time, he was thinking about what he should reply when people said thank you, but suddenly he couldn’t think of anything. I got up, and finally replied that it's okay to make the teacher laugh.

Zhou Jixing was just born in deformed joy, and he didn't understand anything at that time.

Twenty years ago, when Xu Du was ten years old, he forgot to bring his red scarf to his distress.

Zhou Jixing is seven years old, and his stubbornness has already shown its edge. No one knows that his future is bright.

Fifteen years ago, Xu Du was 15 years old and in the third grade of junior high school. In a class that felt like there was no graduation class at all, he shared a watermelon brought by the head teacher in midsummer.

Zhou Jixing, 12 years old, has already left his home, washing endless dishes in a dark and dirty corner, his hands soaked in greasy, I don’t know whether he hoped more or despaired at that time.

Ten years ago, Xu Du was 20 years old, he was in college, he left his passionate high school friends, and struggled to get up early to go to class, and even his feet were tired and boring.

Zhou Jixing, at the age of 17, was the first time he came into contact with clear hope. Maybe... Maybe he could stand higher and go further, so that the freedom he insisted on for no reason became less so. Ridiculous.

Now, Xu Du is 30 years old, just a few hours away from 31 years old. In just half a year, his life has been turned upside down. With the smell of food, he raised his hand to cover his eyes in the family warmth that Zhou Jixing longed for most, and the smile in his eyes appeared from between his fingers. Said, happy new year."

Zhou Jixing, 27 years old, has already gone downhill on the road of Xiao Xianrou, his acting skills are average, his singing and dancing are qualified, and he has a little bit of the road he wants to go...

"Brother Xing!" Xiaobing hurried over, and heaved a sigh of relief seeing that Zhou Jixing was really here, "Brother Li is looking for you everywhere, let's go!"

Xu Du on the other end of the phone heard Xiaobing's voice, he was most relaxed when he was slightly drunk, Xu Du smiled: "I'm calling you, go quickly."

Zhou Jixing opened his lips, and then only said yes.

Just as he was about to hang up, Xu Du's voice suddenly rose from the other end: "How many days a week!"

Zhou Jixing paused, the night was gentle, and even his voice became so gentle, he replied softly: "Yes."

Xu Du smiled and said, "Come on, brother will give you a big red envelope when you come back."

Hearing this, Zhou Jixing paused for a moment, and then laughed, really laughing, which startled Xiaobing, and hurriedly looked around to see if there were passers-by.

Xu Du blushed from his laughter, and he picked his fingernails: "What a joke! Comrade Zhou Jixing, you can't deny the fact that I'm three years older than you just because of the slight difference in force value between us."

Xu Du pointed at the phone and raised his middle finger, even though Zhou Jixing couldn't see it, just like the expression he had when he poured out the pot of hot water outside the Mohe hut that day - proud and flamboyant.

Xu Du: "Your brother will always be your brother!"

Zhou Jixing raised an eyebrow: "Okay, let's talk when we go back."

Xiaobing raised her hand and looked at her watch: "Brother, I really have to go, it's too late!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jixing curled his mouth and raised his hand to adjust the position of the famous watch on his right wrist. He was straight and straight. During the years as a trainee, he worked the hardest even in the body class. Every drop of sweat , Every second of standing still has made today's Zhou Jixing.

Zhou Jixing: "Let's go."

.........

"Hey!" Teacher Zhuang exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Zhou is here! It's Xiao Zhou!"

Mr. Zhuang pulled Mr. Xu onto the sofa, and the family of three looked at the slender figure against the bright red background. His suit was straight and his hairstyle was well-proportioned, which was very in line with the style of the Spring Festival Gala. It's not the same, and it's not the same as the line of the week in the entertainment show.

He is suitable for this stage and is still dazzling.

Teacher Zhuang: "It's a duet between a man and a woman. This woman...is Li Wei! I haven't seen her come out for many years. She sings really well."

Teacher Xu hummed twice, neither saying yes nor bad.

The phone rang, and Teacher Zhuang gave Teacher Xu a push: "Answer the phone."

Teacher Xu refused to move: "You go."

Teacher Zhuang glared at him: "Aren't you unwilling to listen?"

Hey!Teacher Xu is excited!

Teacher Xu: "Who said I don't listen anymore! Who doesn't watch the Spring Festival Gala! I have to sit here!"

In the end, it was Mr. Zhuang who answered the phone, and he couldn't help but smile: "Yes, it's a few lines, and it's not that powerful. That child is just like that..."

As soon as the phone was hung up, the call came again. Teacher Zhuang had no choice but to answer it again: "Yes, yes, it's him. The kid Xu Du didn't tell us directly, and we only found out about it yesterday..."

"Yes, it's my one, you're joking..."

……

The phone calls came one after another. Teacher Zhuang grinned more and more, and his words became more immodest. After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jixing's program was over, and Teacher Zhuang complained: "Hey! Why is it over! I haven't Look! It’s all their fault, you must call me at this time!”

Xu Du rested his forehead with one hand: "...Watch the replay, watch the replay."

Mr. Zhuang hadn't finished sighing yet, when the phone rang again, Mr. Zhuang hurried to answer it again, and smiled again: "Yes, yes, it belongs to our family, you have seen it too..."

The old father approached Xu Du, and asked in a breathy voice: "Look at your mother, her tail is about to stick up."

Xu Du couldn't laugh or cry.

Teacher Xu was suddenly serious, and the topic changed quickly. The warmth brought by the festival cleared away the clouds and mists in an instant, revealing a corner of reality: "Are you happy with him?"

Xu Du paused for just a moment, then propped his forehead and smiled: "Yes."

The old father glanced at him, moved away, and turned his gaze back to the TV: "Well, that's good."

.........

Is it a good thing or a bad thing for a person to have nothing in particular?

Xu Du didn't know, and he didn't think about it.

Yu Liting, Dr. Luo's boyfriend, Xu Du met him once two years ago. It was raining that day, and Dr. Luo drank some wine. The people at the other end pretended to be drunk and did everything they could, so childish that they couldn't see it.

After about ten minutes, Yu Liting came. It was the first time Xu Du saw him. Before that, he had heard from Dr. Luo many times that not all were good, but there were also many, many bad things. Hold on, no bastard can hold it back. For example, this person’s brain structure is different from normal people. If you don’t have a pair of sharp eyes, you won’t know that he gave up completely. The following omits [-] words of his blood and tears. lesson……