The Boyfriend Return Policy

"Xiao Zhou." Teacher Zhuang had already taken off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, just missing a piece of chalk between his fingers, "Do you eat onions?"

Zhou Jixing: "It's... not bad."

"You young people don't like green onions, right? Xu Du doesn't like it either. He just doesn't want to pick it out. He opens his mouth and eats it after mixing and mixing." On Xu Du's balcony, there are shallots and garlic sprouts that Mr. Zhuang raised here. There were also some odds and ends of vegetables. Teacher Zhuang opened the door, and the wind from outside rushed in. Teacher Zhuang walked steadily, without shaking his body. He picked two handfuls of mung bean sprouts from the outside and came back. Zhou Jixing, who was at a loss, smiled: "It's okay, I'll get you some bean sprouts."

Zhou Jixing opened his mouth, this situation was a bit unexpected.

He didn't know how far Xu Du talked to his mother, and what role his mother regarded him as.

He could not hide it in front of Xu Du who already knew his temper, but he couldn't hand over the handle to another hand with complete peace of mind.

You have to find a reason to leave first.

This is what Zhou Jixing thought when he was sitting on the sofa covered with blue and white sofa covers.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Xu Du who was sleeping on his back. When Teacher Zhuang came in, he just glanced at Xu Du and didn't move him, so Xu Du still maintained the posture of being thrown by Zhou Jixing.

Looking up again, a bright light was turned on in the kitchen facing the living room. The light was warmer, much like the tungsten light bulbs I used when I was a child.

There is no decoration, no luxurious chandeliers, and no beautiful lanterns, just a transparent light bulb of [-] yuan, just twist it off after it blows up, and replace it with a new one.

The warm light came into Zhou Jixing's eyes, and he was in a trance for a while. These years ran so fast that he almost forgot the first few years.

It didn't take long for a pot of hangover soup, Teacher Zhuang first brought out a bowl to Zhou Jixing: "Here, take it."

Before Zhou Jixing answered it himself, Teacher Zhuang had already touched his hand. Zhou Jixing was taken aback for a moment, and raised his eyes to see Teacher Zhuang bending his eyes at him. Xu Du's skin was like hers, fair and clear, but after all, when he got older Yes, the eye creases are obvious when he smiles: "Warm your hands, it's cold outside."

The bowl containing the hangover soup fell into Zhou Jixing's hands, and the heat from the bottom of the bowl scalded his palm.

Weeks are stable.

Teacher Zhuang: "You drink first, and I'll feed Xu Du some. This kid is just like his father. He doesn't drink a lot. If he drank the first day, he can't remember anything the next day. All he has is a headache."

Day of the week: "..."

Do you still remember after eating and wiping?

"Xu Du, wake up, go to bed after drinking." Teacher Zhuang patted Xu Du's face, "Oh, this stinks..."

Zhou Jixing swallowed the hangover soup in his hand suddenly in one gulp, and stood up abruptly, which made Teacher Zhuang stunned for a moment, staring at him in a daze.

Zhou Jixing: "Thank you for the hangover soup, I will take my leave first."

Teacher Zhuang: "Huh?"

Zhou Jixing took advantage of his long legs, took three steps and two steps, and disappeared into the light within a few seconds. He could still hear footsteps going downstairs. Teacher Zhuang slowly turned his eyes from the door to his son. Face, shaking his head: "Another twisted one."

……

Xu Du's first intuitive feeling when he woke up was - pain.

My whole body ached.

Nowhere is uncomfortable.

He wondered if he moved bricks yesterday.

Xu Du didn't bother to open his eyes, didn't even bother to move his hands, so he touched it on the spot, and felt that it was his own sofa from the feel. The headache caused by hangover made him frowned. Under the pain, Xianyu Du finally Holding his forehead, he sat up slowly: "I'll go..."

He sat there for a long time, thinking of nothing except his headache.

The last time the pain was like this was when they were graduating from high school, and they were given alcohol. After that, Xu Du either didn’t touch alcohol, or he was stuck in the amount. He didn’t expect that this time he drank without knowing it. too much.

Xu Du rubbed his forehead, thinking hard that he didn't do anything, right?Was it Cao Xi who sent him back?What about them?

It hurts to think about it.

Xu Du decided to reconcile with himself and let go of the brain cells that were severely tortured by nine years of compulsory education, three years of college entrance examination, and five years of clinical practice. What was done to them yesterday was the reflection of youth.

Thinking about it this way, Xu Du seemed to relax a little.

Xu Du reached out his hand to touch the phone, but found nothing after touching it for a long time, so he simply lifted the quilt and got off the ground, his feet iced the floor, tsk, it's not loyal, the sofa and the bed are only a few steps away, so just put him on the sofa slept through the night.

The living room was empty, and when Xu Du approached, he saw the breakfast Mr. Zhuang had left for him on the table.

Teacher Zhuang is here...

Xu Du sighed, Mr. Zhuang's maternal nature has been rampant recently, and he is very sensitive.

Sighing, he turned around, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the scarf on the sofa, black...

Without thinking too much, he rubbed his head and continued to move forward.

……

Fortunately, today was the afternoon shift, so Xu Du beat himself so hard that he could see people before going out.

There was a new billboard in the subway station, last week there were a few rows of lipstick on the billboard, and there was a lipstick mark on the corner of his mouth, Xu Du lazily raised his eyelids.

When the subway came, Xu Du turned his eyes away and got on the train. This time was not as crowded as the morning rush hour. Although there were no seats, at least people standing still had room to stretch their legs.

The person sitting with his earphones plugged in, looked down and swiped his phone. Xu Du rolled his eyes, wondering who took his phone.

I'm so tired at work...

Working in cold weather is even more tiring...

Ah... so cold... Is winter coming?Didn't it mean global warming, why is it still so cold.

Xu Du, a salted fish, let his mind go blank. From the weather, he thought of dinner, and then thought of the few people who occupied the beds and refused to undergo surgery. Didn't they just have hemorrhoids?It's not a tumor, what is there to die or live...

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xu Du always felt that someone was watching him along the way.

When he was about to arrive at the hospital, he met Dr. Wang from a department. Xu Du smiled and said hello to him: "Dr. Du, are you out to buy cigarettes?"

Dr. Du's cigarette-lighting hand stopped, and he looked up at Xu Du, his eyes still a little dazed: "Dr. Xu... I thought you wouldn't come today..."

Xu Du looked puzzled: "Why didn't I come?"

Dr. Du: "Didn't the director call you?"

"Call?" Xu Du looked confused, "I don't have my phone."

"That's no wonder." Dr. Du didn't care to stuff the cigarette case into his pocket, and quickly pushed him, "I advise you to go back quickly and hide."

"No..." Xu Du was pushed several steps by him, "Why should I hide?"

Dr. Du was in a hurry: "Don't worry about it so much, anyway, you should leave as soon as possible, if you are discovered, you will not be able to leave..."

"Doctor Du."

Xu Du suddenly called him.

Dr. Du pushed his back: "I'll talk about what I have to say later."

"No." Xu Du looked at the darkness in front of him, "It's too late."

Dr. Du: "..."