Can I like you

Facts have proved that Mr. Xiao is still a good comrade. When Xiong Weining was washing the sheets, Xiao Peng helped him clean up the room.

Although Xiong Weining had cleaned up yesterday, it was only classified into similar items, musical instruments were piled together, clothes were piled together, and it was just a simple pile of music.

Xiao Peng silently folded his clothes and tidied them up. All the instruments were placed on the instrument racks where they should be. All in the storage box.Tired of work, Xiao Peng's back hurts, looking at the tidy room, Xiao Peng began to wonder what kind of person Mama Xiong is, who can endure Xiong Weining for so many years without beating him to death!

Breakfast turned into brunch, Xiao Peng packed up all the food, Xiong Weining was still fighting desperately with the washing machine in the bathroom, finally Xiao Peng couldn't stand it anymore, kicked people out and finished the rest of the work by himself.

"Your mother didn't beat you to death, which means you are really your own." Xiao Peng collapsed on the sofa, too tired to eat anything.

Holding his job bowl, Xiong Weining smiled very guilty: "Hey hey hey! No... who made my mother so capable!"

Xiao Peng really didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he hugged the pillow and nestled into the sofa. After Xiong Weining finished eating, Xiao Peng was already fast asleep.

Going back to the room and taking the quilt to cover him, Xiong Weining gently took away the dishes and chopsticks to clean up the kitchen, wiped his hands and walked back to the living room, Xiao Peng was sleeping soundly on his side wrapped in the quilt.

Even in his sleep, his brows were always furrowed nervously, and the blue color in front of his eyes was a little more serious than what he saw when he came back a few days ago.

Xiong Weining looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, picked up the phone, went back to the room and made a call.

On the other side of the phone, the head of the group asked angrily: "Hello! Are you here?"

Xiong Weining looked out and made sure Xiao Peng was still asleep, then lowered his voice and said: "No, I won't be there for a few days, you practice first, another roommate is home, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, Xiao Peng I don’t feel relieved to leave him alone at home when he’s in a bad mood.”

Everyone in the orchestra basically knew Xiao Peng, and knew a little bit about Xiao Peng. The head of the orchestra pondered for a while: "That's all right, you can accompany Teacher Xiao first."

Xiong Weining hummed: "Then you tell Hai Jiajie."

The head of the group was puzzled: "You tell him yourself, it's about making a phone call."

Xiong Weining was even more puzzled: "Why are you calling? Isn't he guarding the rehearsal hall every day?"

The head of the group was silent. This person probably didn't know that Hai Jiajie would only appear when he was around. It was basically impossible for them to see Mr. Hai.But the complaints belong to the complaints, and the team leader didn't want to waste time because of some trivial matters, so he hesitated to answer and hung up the phone.

Xiong Weining hung up the phone and confirmed that Xiao Peng had slept soundly, then closed the door and took a nap in peace.

In the next few days until New Year's Eve, Xiong Weining tried to stay in the apartment as much as possible. At first, Xiao Peng asked him why he didn't go to rehearsal.I heard from him that after the Chinese New Year, when everyone was busy, they just let him go.

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the next day is New Year's Eve.

Xiao Peng is from the south, and he has no obsession with eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but Xiong Weining is different. As a native Beijinger, if there are no dumplings at the New Year's Eve dinner, Mr. Xiong will most likely turn into a runaway bear.So, early in the morning, Mr. Xiong rarely got up on his own initiative, and made a fuss about Xiao Peng going to the market to buy materials.

Lincheng is located in the central region, but there is a custom of eating dumplings in the north, and people in Lincheng are used to preparing the things for New Year’s Eve one day in advance. The vegetable market at 29 was bustling with people, which overwhelmed Xiong Weining, who had always been away from the kitchen.

After spending a lot of effort to buy meat and vegetables, in the spirit of "everyone is here", Mr. Xiao dragged Xiong Weining who was about to escape, and once again rushed into the crowd to buy other ingredients for the New Year.

An hour later, the two panting out of the crowd with bags full in their hands, Mr. Xiong was sweating from the forehead, what kind of dumplings are they eating!Does porridge taste good? ! !

On New Year's Eve, Xiao Peng and Xiong Weining didn't get up until noon, had a simple brunch, and then began to get busy for the evening New Year's Eve dinner.

To be precise, Xiao Peng was busy without touching the ground, and Xiong Weining was responsible for making trouble by the way.

"Ancestor!!" Xiao Peng pinched a shallot and yelled, "You don't even know how to pinch the root before washing the onion??!!"

Xiong Weining ran over with his hands full of stains, his eyes widened and he was quite surprised: "I just said why there is so much mud, so I have to pinch it off! It took me a long time to wash it!"

The veins on Xiao Peng's forehead popped out: "What's in your hand?"

"Hand..." Xiong Weining looked down, "Oh! I'm killing fish in the bathroom!"

Xiao Peng's heart suddenly rang alarm bells. When he ran to the bathroom, he saw blood and mucus on the floor. The 20 cm long perch was still struggling with its half-chopped head tilted. Put it in there without moving.Xiao Peng felt that his blood pressure was a bit high, so he folded his hands weakly and silently recited a few words of Amitabha, then pointed to the kitchen and said to Xiong Weining: "If you have nothing to do, go to the kitchen and chop up the minced meat, let this fish go!"

Xiong Weining straightened his chest: "Deling! Let's go now!" Then he walked out like the wind.Xiao Peng shouted behind him: "Hands! Wash your hands!!"

"Okay~~" The answer was quite straightforward.

Xiao Peng looked at the bathroom that looked like the scene of the crime, and resigned himself to squatting down to clean it up. There was one more unnecessary work, really... what a crime!

After finally cleaning up, he returned to the kitchen with the cleaned sea bass. Xiong Weining was chopping vigorously in front of the cutting board with two knives.

"you!!"

Xiong Weining was shocked by his yelling, Xiao Peng picked up the meat on the cutting board with trembling hands, gritted his molars and asked, "Have you washed it?"

"Of course I washed it!" Xiong Weining looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

"Why didn't you peel it after washing it?" Mr. Xiao hovered on the verge of collapse, "Didn't you find that it couldn't be chopped after so long???!!"

"??" Mr. Xiong's eyes were full of curiosity, "Do you want to peel the skin?"

Xiao Peng: "..."

"Oh!" Teacher Xiaoxiong suddenly realized, "I said, why can't I chop out the dang-dang voice of others!"

Xiao Peng threw the meat back on the cutting board, put his other hand on his forehead and said weakly, "Give me three seconds to disappear from my sight, or I will use your meat for the dumplings tonight."

"What do you mean?" Xiong Weining didn't understand where he had offended him.

"three!"

"Is it unreasonable! I am helping you!"

"two!"

"Okay! Let's go!"

Three seconds later, Xiong Weining hid in the room, puzzled, he was obviously very hardworking today, and Xiao Peng was still picking his nose and eyes!It was intentional at all!snort! !

After driving away the pig teammates who were not helpful, the work went much smoother. Xiao Peng closed his eyes and recited a section of the Heart Sutra before continuing to work in an orderly manner.

It was already dark, Lincheng implemented the ban on whipping two years ago, the atmosphere of Chinese New Year has faded a lot, and the campus is surprisingly quiet.Xiong Weining was ordered not to step into the kitchen door, so he had to stand at the door and talk to Xiao Peng, in the name of fearing that Xiao Peng would be too lonely working alone, so Teacher Xiao had to take care of the pot and him at the same time. Once again, he was furious and kicked him into the living room.

Bored, Mr. Xiong had no choice but to turn on their new TV, tune out to CCTV and wait for the Spring Festival Gala. Before the Spring Festival Gala arrived, Mr. Li made a video call with Mr. Li in Shanghai.

Xiong Weining picked up Xiao Peng's mobile phone on the coffee table to connect to the video, and Li Shuhe on the screen should be in his own room. Seeing him, he was stunned for a second before he greeted with a smile: "Happy New Year, Mr. Xiong!"

"Happy New Year!" Xiong Weining said cheerfully, "Huh? Have you had the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Not yet! The elders were chatting, and I didn't want to be nagged, so I hid in the house."

Xiong Weining's scalp was numb, the Spring Festival with the elders was really tough, it was really hard for Li Shuhe to deal with them.

After chatting for a few words, Xiong Weining ran to the door of the kitchen with his mobile phone: "Come and see what our industrious Mr. Xiao is doing? Oh~ So it's making dumplings!"

Xiao Peng raised his head and rolled his eyes, and Xiong Weining started to explain on the spot: "It seems that Teacher Xiao has prepared the dumpling wrappers, and he picked up a dumpling wrapper and started filling it! Let's see what the dumplings are today." Stuffed stuffing..." As he spoke, he stood outside the door, poked his mobile phone into the kitchen to take a picture, and then exaggeratedly drew a long voice: "Wow~ it's stuffed with celery and pork! Teacher Xiao used chopsticks Put a ball of meat stuffing on the dumpling wrapper, look! It falls neatly and evenly in the center! It’s beautiful!!”

Xiao Peng wanted to beat up because of his noise, but Xiong Weining started to sue Li Shuhe: "Our teacher Xiao is very good, he can prepare a table of New Year's Eve dinner by himself, and I won't even ask for help! "

Li Shuhe laughed, and Xiao Peng choked unceremoniously behind him: "If some people are so useful, why should I prepare the New Year's Eve dinner alone!"

Xiong Weining immediately frowned, disregarding Xiao Peng's ban on entering the kitchen, he threw down his phone and rushed into the kitchen to fight him.Apparently, Mr. Xiong's three-legged cat kung fu was not capable of dealing with a master like Mr. Xiao, and soon he was pinched on the back of his neck and pressed on the flour bag, which made him lean on the table and scream.

Li Shuhe watched the two of them fighting in the kitchen with a smile, and suddenly withdrew his smile, and said aggrievedly: "I miss you."

Xiao Peng's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment, and he turned to look at the phone. Li Shuhe was watching him intently through the screen.