The Boyfriend Return Policy

After Xu Du got off work, he was wrapped in a down jacket, and he never took his hands out of his pockets. He walked back to the community from the subway station trembling.

The rain had stopped, but the cold air lingered, and when a gust of wind blew down, Xu Du felt that his skin would be swept away with the garbage: "Surther..."

On a rainy day, the car parked more chaotically than usual, Xu Du turned two corners, and when he was approaching the building, Teacher Zhuang called him: "Hello."

Teacher Zhuang: "Are you home yet?"

Xu Du raised his eyelids and glanced at the gate already in sight: "Soon, where is your old man? Are you okay today?"

"I'm fine, so you don't need to worry about it." It's always like this. Xu Du didn't grow up with Teacher Zhuang, but when he gets to her, he doesn't have to worry about children. "Today your aunt is here, and I'll go to the market with her to buy There are a lot of things, don’t you love cherry tomatoes? Today’s fresh.”

Xu Du: "I'm still going to work tomorrow."

Teacher Zhuang: "Who asked you to come to work, come after get off work, you don't need to work overtime."

Xu Du: "..."

Knowing his son, Mo Ruomu, Mr. Zhuang knew that he had entered the building when he heard the sound of the iron gate: "It will rain at night, so the potted plants in the house should be placed in the living room first. Remember to close the window before you go to bed at night. Don't wake up tomorrow and leave the house alone. water..."

Xu Du's ears were almost callused when he heard it: "That's right, I understand."

Xu Du desperately wanted Mr. Zhuang to change the subject.

In the end, when Teacher Zhuang took the initiative to change the topic, Xu Du eagerly wanted to return to the previous topic: "I bought some shrimp and pork today, and I'll go home to make dumplings tomorrow."

As soon as Xu Du heard this, he guessed the latter.

"My aunt and I talked about your marriage today. Oh, it's not a big deal. Everyone made a fuss." Teacher Zhuang couldn't hide his joy. She was satisfied with everything about her son's partner except that his gender was not right, so she felt elated.

After hearing this, Xu Du felt a little tragic: "Mom..."

Xu Du scratched his hair, and said helplessly: "Don't tell others about my marriage, just talk about dating, what are you doing about dating?"

Teacher Zhuang: "Can't you say it?"

Xu Du: "Of course not!"

"Ah, I get it, the artist's privacy is right." Teacher Zhuang didn't know how much Haibu had paid during this time, and she didn't need Xu Du to explain, she just thought of it by herself, "I'll tell your aunt later, don't worry, We get it."

Before Xu Du could breathe a sigh of relief, Mr. Zhuang suddenly changed his voice: "Will Xiao Zhou come to our house tomorrow?"

Xu Du: "..."

Xu Du held the phone in one hand, his face was expressionless, the only sound in the corridor was the sound of stepping on the stairs, and the sensor light turned on: "Mom, I don't have so much free time, how can I just come out as soon as I show up..."

In an instant, Xu Du's voice stopped abruptly.

Xu Du's eyes were wide open, looking at the person standing at the door of his house, he said that the grass mud horse was stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, and wanted to cry, "Why are you here again, I'll go..."

Zhou Jixing wore a black mask, and most of his private clothes were in dark colors, which contradicted his usual gentle image. He raised his eyelids when he heard the sound, and Xu Du saw only two One word: "Open the door."

Xu Du: "..."

"Who?" Teacher Zhuang was startled on the phone, "Who is here? Xiao Zhou? Xu Du, how did I teach you, why do you talk to people like this..."

"Mom." Xu Du said into the phone, "I still have something to do, so I'll hang up first."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Mr. Zhuang's scolding bastards on the phone, he hung up the phone directly, and then stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket.

He stood there, opposing Zhou Jixing: "Why are you so free? You don't need to film? Are you a little too free?"

Zhou Jixing pulled down the mask, which was tucked under his chin, his forehead was trembling, and Zhou Jixing's dark eyes were obscured: "Male one male two, female one female two are all carved out of molds, I don’t want to make bad dramas that are still stuck in the era of the big white lotus.”

Xu Du: "..."

Can you use your memory elsewhere?

Xu Du felt that Zhou Jixing was relying on his public status, and it was expected that he would not dare to leave Zhou Jixing outside, so he was so arrogant... so proud of it.

The struggle between capitalism and the proletariat once again came to an end with Zhou Jixing's victory.

Xu Du pushed the door open and went in: "Do you have nowhere to go? Go back to my room."

Xu Du suddenly thought of something, turned around suddenly, and pointed at Zhou Jixing vigilantly: "Don't tell me you want to eat hot pot again, Li Cheng will kill me."

The corner of Zhou Jixing's mouth twitched, he held his finger, and flicked aside: "I don't want to go to the hotel because it hasn't been cleaned."

Xu Du: "Then you are willing to come here?"

Zhou Ji Xing uttered four words in a rage: "The choice of helplessness."

Xu Du: "..."

Get off, please get off, just get off.

Zhou Jixing sat on the sofa at Xu Du's house, with his eyelids half-raised, he slowly glanced at the green onions and garlic that Xu Du brought in in the morning. The weather was problematic, and those potted plants seemed to be unhappy.

"Look at the ass." Xu Du pinched his waist, "Let's talk about it first, you stay here for one night and leave quickly."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "I don't have any dinner for you either."

Zhou Jixing: "Didn't your mother ask me to eat dumplings tomorrow?"

Xu Du: "..."

What else do you not remember?

Xu Du swears that his words are not in the slightest praise, but purely complaining: "Did you get good grades in school? The kind that you can recite Chinese backwards?"

Zhou Jixing pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, as if he was really thinking about Xu Du's question. Xu Du was slightly surprised by his cooperation.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Jixing finally said, "I don't remember."

Xu Du: "..."

Can not remember……

You don't remember this time...

Zhou Jixing: "I'm hungry."

"No!!" Xu Du shouted very resolutely, "Just a pack of pickled mustard, do you like it or not! People in Wanwan can't eat it!"

Usually both of you yell at me, and then I say a few more words. In fact, Zhou Jixing comes in a lot, but Xu Du somehow feels that this Zhou Jixing is not quite right, just like now that he finished yelling, After a few trips, he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep on the sofa.

? ?

Xu Du unexpectedly felt an invincible loneliness...

"Hello." Xu Du pushed him, "Aren't you cold? You're going to catch a cold here, and Li Cheng will scold me later."

"I'm talking to you, I won't abuse you." Xu Du's mouth was like a small trumpet, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Sleep, I'll make do with the night here."

After a few pushes, Zhou Jixing suddenly turned over and grabbed his wrist: "Can you be quiet?"

The air is quiet.

Xu Du heard himself swallowing.

"Yes, yes." Xu Du pointed at Zhou Jixing's waist, "But is your waist really okay?"

…………

The digital examination room often makes imaginative sounds. As an experienced anorectal doctor, Xu Du has long been used to it, except today——

"Fuck——" Zhou Jixing's upper body was bare, his back muscles were tight, and he squeezed and twitched subconsciously because of the pain, "Ah——"

Xu Du couldn't hold down his hands with disgust on his face, there was no glamorous atmosphere in the air, only the strong smell of safflower oil, which was pungent, Xu Du raised his palm slightly, and the red medicinal oil seeped into the palm lines : "Can you shut up?"

Zhou Jixing gritted his teeth: "Come and try!"

Xu Du slapped him on the back, and said loudly: "Isn't it quite bearable during the finger examination? Can't you bear this little pain?"

Zhou Jixing couldn't clenched his teeth any tighter, his eyes were ruthless, and finally he lay down flatly: "Speed ​​it up."

Xu Du learned a little bit of massage when he was studying, and also worked in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine during his internship. It's just that for so many years, what he touches every day is buttocks, and he has long forgotten about that.

This patient is not honest, Xu Du cursed, poured some safflower oil into his hand, rubbed his hands together: "Don't move."

Zhou Jixing: "What the hell are you doing?"

"You have to pay me a bed sheet." Xu Du took off his shoes as he spoke, and raised his leg to straddle Zhou Jixing's lap, "Don't move."

From this angle, it's better to use your strength. Zhou Jixing's body is muscular and muscular, but his color is discreet, with bruises and purple spots: "You were beaten by someone, right?"

A few days a week: "No."

"Tsk." As soon as Xu Du exerted force, Zhou Jixing was throbbing with pain again. Xu Du reckoned that this was a new injury combined with an old injury, "You, a dead duck is left with a stubborn mouth."

Xu Du snorted, oh, this feels really good.

Righteous Revenge is back.

After finishing the work, Xu Du stepped down, took out two pieces of paper, and wiped the medicated oil on his hands: "Don't move, lie down first, I'll go wash your hands."

The medicated oil was not easy to wash off, so Xu Du squeezed the hand sanitizer twice, and his hands still smelled of safflower oil.

He raised his hand to smell it, clicked his tongue in disgust, and took another blanket out of the closet. When he entered the room, Zhou Jixing had already sat up by himself.

Xu Du: "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Zhou Jixing came over with a sharp eye.

Gee.

Cross the river and demolish the bridge.

Xu Du: "I advise you to lie down again, in case you get twisted again, it's hard to feel at such an age, hey... Just kidding, kidding, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands, you can't treat your benefactor like this... Fuck! You smell very bad!"

Xu Du carried the blanket and kept backing away. Zhou Jixing made it clear that he wanted revenge, and there was no way to retreat: "Zhou Jixing! I love you grandma!"

This was what Xu Du yelled when Zhou Jixing was lying on the bed with his hands behind his back.

Because of the posture problem, these words are not shocking.

"Heh." Zhou Jixing smiled charmingly (from Xu Du's point of view), "Try moving again, I advise you to lie down again, in case something twists again, it will be uncomfortable at such an age."

Xu Du: "..."

Half of Xu Du's face was pressed against the bed sheet that Zhou Jixing had just laid on, and the smell of medicinal oil disturbed his sense of smell. The knees on the bed were also withdrawn.

Huh?

So easy to talk today?

Xu Du turned himself over, raised his arms, sniffed his body, and frowned in disgust: "Hey, does it still hurt?"

Zhou Jixing didn't say a word, he stood there, his figure was very worthy of the colorful rainbow fart on Weibo, he put on the shirt he took off before, and the well-cut shirt fit on his body, perfectly showing what it means to be undressed and fleshy , Dress to look thinner.

Xu Du didn't check his information specifically, but how to say, the person who cares most about you is sometimes your black fan, and Xu Du knows a lot from the black material.

Although he joked before that Zhou Jixing was so old that he twisted his waist, but in fact, Zhou Jixing was not very old, he was only 26, and Xu Du had only graduated for two years at his age. Same, salted fish live.

Xu Du felt a little embarrassed when he didn't speak for a few days. He got off the bed, rubbed his nose and walked out.

Xu Du walked to the door, raised his hand to touch his stomach through the fabric, it was soft, and his nose wrinkled in an instant.

Damn, aren't you busy?Where did you find the time to exercise?Did you eat chicken?

Hold.

What a big deal.

……

There is a half-length mirror in Xu Du's room. Zhou Jixing looks at himself in the mirror, with disheveled hair and tired eyes. If this appearance is photographed, it will be made a big fuss by the paparazzi.

Xu Du guessed right, Zhou Jixing’s waist was injured, and he was chased by money when he was young. He has no education, no ability, and can do whatever he can, let alone 1 yuan, 2000 yuan seems to be worth it. Can kill a person.

Busy, like a grasshopper in the world market.

Filming is very tiring, and being scolded is miserable, but I have money.

The first time he discovered it was in the practice room. After one o'clock in the morning, he was the only one left in the practice room to communicate with the mirror. When he was dancing, he suddenly couldn't stand upright, and he was rushed to the hospital to find out that it was ankylosing spondylitis.

Except for Li Cheng, it's too hypocritical for a big man to talk about his injury.

Li Cheng has always been reluctant for him to make fight scenes because he is afraid that one day he will be really disabled. No one knows how tortured this illness is.

Today, with Lu Yanzhi, Zhou Jixing held back his anger, but there was also some faint rivalry. After three fights, the old injury recurred, his waist was almost unable to straighten, and Lu Yanzhi's assistant bumped him.

Zhou Jixing looked at himself in the mirror, the man's face was cold and resolute, his eyes were tired, and he just looked at himself like this.

What's the point?

Unable to keep up with opponents.

Endless phone calls.

He looks at himself.

"How many days a week!" The door was pushed open suddenly, and a man who called his name came in, "It's time to eat, let's say yes first, there is no hot pot."

Zhou Jixing turned to look at him sideways.

Xu Du: "What to look at, don't pick and choose when it comes to me, the young master can make do with thirty."

Xu Du muttered, and went out first by himself: "Hurry up."

The room was not too spacious, with the blue quilt cover that had been lifted from one corner, and a window that was not closed. The smell of safflower oil could not be concealed in the room. The blanket that I dropped was probably intended to cover him.

Zhou Jixing bent down, picked up the blanket, patted it casually, folded it and put it on the chair next to it.