I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

He Heng's bedroom is quite mixed and matched. In the same spatial dimension, there are red and green curtains with large floral patterns, dark wood-colored desk and bookcase, rattan chairs, dark gray sheets, pink air-conditioning cover with lace, and beige colored wallpaper.

In one room, the Northeast Da Tieling style, the European cold style, the rural pastoral style and the fantasy princess style are all gathered at the same time.

"...Can the last word be removed?"

He Heng typed the application hard, "Actually, the air-conditioning cover and the curtains are all made by Sun Yiyong's sewing machine opposite, so it stands to reason that the masters come from the same source."

Qi Shu suppressed a smile, and sure enough, he found the same white lace from the bottom of the curtain: "That's the dreamy northeast princess style."

He Heng completely gave up on correcting his own image, and pulled Qi Shu to sit on the bed together: "It's okay, my mother arranged it for me. If I say it doesn't look good, my mother will print my childhood photos as posters and use them as curtains."

He Heng even made a careful comparison: "I think, compared to getting up in the middle of the night and seeing a big head grinning on the curtains, the Northeast Broken Flower is more warm."

Visiting your boyfriend's room is actually quite interesting.

After all, the layout of the dormitory is not so private, and it is impossible to have so many traces of childhood.

Qi Shu was very interested in this behavior similar to "exploration" or "treasure hunting". After sitting on the bed for a while, he stood up uncontrollably and looked closely at his desk.

Because he lives in school, all the textbooks and workbooks he usually uses are in the dormitory. He Heng's desk is empty now, except for one coil book that is not plugged in to the lamp, and two coil books that look new at first glance.

In addition, it is a line of very conspicuous and penetrating words.

"I don't want to go to school, I want to be Ultraman".

It can be seen that it has been engraved for at least seven or eight years, but the characters are still in a state of dismemberment, and the surrounding area is about to be smoothed over the years.However, because the people who engraved the characters put too much emotion and strength into them, the inscriptions on these words are still very obvious.

"..."

He Heng almost forgot that there was such a thing, and covered his face in embarrassment for a while, "I can explain."

Qi Shu couldn't bear him to explain, so he turned his back to him politely, his shoulders trembling.

It is unreasonable to ask people not to smile at this time.He Heng thoughtfully gave him a minute: "Laugh first, and I'll be embarrassed for a while."

...the division of labor is very clear.

"When I was a child, I was in the second grade, and I had a lot of homework."

He Heng thought about it carefully, "At most third grade, the predicament at that time should be that school starts tomorrow and I haven't written my summer homework, and then I collapsed."

Then you have to collapse to be Superman.

Qi Shu couldn't hold back, and applied for one more minute.

He Heng felt that he was too unfriendly: "Boyfriend, I think you should be considerate. The start of school tomorrow and the blank homework for the summer vacation are really scary for a third-grade child. I was forced to go to Liangshan .”

Qi Shu laughed until his stomach hurt. He took a deep breath, turned around and patted him on the head: "The superman who forced himself to the top."

He Heng: "..."

I'm afraid the stalk of Superman will not pass.

He Heng seriously recalled it again: "I should have wanted to write Ultraman at the time, but I was too tired to engrave on the table and changed it to Superman—so Superman was actually my second choice."

As He Heng said, he dragged out a large cardboard box from under the bed, wiped off a layer of floating dust on it, and took out an old-looking model from it: "Look, Dijia, when I was a child I want to become Tiga."

After all, Qi Shu practiced Taoism with his master since he was a child, and he also had to take care of his studies. He didn't spend too much time for playing when he was a child.

He didn't know much about the Ultraman cartoons that his peers were most interested in when they were children, and basically only heard a few words from them after class.

Now seeing such a toy with a sense of age, it feels quite fresh. I took it and studied it for a long time, and was guided by He Heng to fiddle with my arms and put on an attacking posture that emits light waves of something.

He Heng simply took out the other toys in the cardboard box and placed them on the bed, and introduced them to him one by one: "This is Ultraman Ginga, this is Sheriff Black Cat, and this is its motorcycle... yes, there is a clockwork. , but I unwound the mainspring."

Reminiscing about childhood is a very pleasant thing, especially with a boyfriend.

He Heng had a lot of toys when he was a child, and if they were all turned out, they could fill most of the bed.When Qi Shu gets one, he will introduce one, and sometimes he will give a part of the hard journey of buying it.

"This is a gourd baby, a set. At that time, my mother didn't buy it for me, so I hugged it in the store and didn't let go."

"What does this seem to be called... Bakugan? Anyway, there is a magnet that can transform, so I broke it. I wanted it at the time, but my mother thought it was ugly and refused to buy it for me. I refused to leave anyway."

"This is Iron Armor Little Treasure, and I forgot what it's called. When I was a child, I wanted a set. My mother said I had too many toys and wouldn't buy them for me. I went home in the middle of the night and pretended to talk in my sleep. My mother was afraid of my demons. I was taken aback, and bought it back for me the next day.”

"..."

Facing the pile of toys on the bed, He Heng thought for a while before saying dumbly, "Did I need to be beaten so much when I was young?"

这么欠揍居然还能顺顺利利活到现在，母爱果然是很伟大。

Qi Shu twirled the yellow gourd baby's arm, and at the same time fished out the black cat sheriff who had lost the windup of his motorbike, and made them stand side by side for comparison, feeling very unreasonable: "How can a cat not be as tall as a gourd. "

Although there is no cross-dimensional wall, it directly crosses latitudes to a certain extent.

Sheriff Black Cat will most likely come over on his motorcycle to protest.

Qi Shu fiddled with each one for a while, and then turned his attention to the photo album under the box: "Is it when you were a child?"

It should be where I put the photo album when I was cleaning the house before. He Heng has long forgotten where he put this photo album, and now he suddenly finds it. About 15 years old. Before I was five years old, my mother took a lot of pictures, and kept them all alone. After I was five years old, I didn’t like taking pictures very much, so I took fewer pictures.”

He took it out and looked through it: "This seems to be going to kindergarten. I was still happily carrying a small schoolbag."

Later, I cried heart-rendingly at the gate of the kindergarten.

He Heng rejoiced more than once that his mother would not carry a camera all the time, and now she can fool her boyfriend crazily: "You don't even know how strong I am. When I went to kindergarten for the first time, other children cried. Only I sat there obediently and helped the teacher coax them."

Even Qi Shu cried when he went to kindergarten when he was a child, and he was quite admirable when he heard this: "Have you never cried once?"

He Heng was very sure: "Not once."

The little boy in the photo is standing at the door, carrying a small schoolbag and wearing a little yellow hat energetically. He looks very cute, and he is so strong that he can go to kindergarten without crying.

Qi Shu took out his phone and took a picture, and He Heng followed suit and turned the page.

"This was my eighth birthday, and I took several pictures."

He Heng turned two pages back, and saw that He Guangjie was also in the photo as expected, "It should be at this time, my mother first found out that he was cheating. She was going to divorce, but I and those relatives persuaded her."

He still regretted the fact that he actually went to persuade his mother not to divorce when he was a child, but fortunately, he had received the divorce certificate this morning, so he felt a little better.

He Heng paused, and continued: "It's the first time I've been caught cheating on you for so long, and with the pressure from my grandma and them, He Guangjie restrained himself for a while, and was celebrating my birthday with me at the time... My mother was very happy, and took a picture of her." A lot of photos. Later I tore them all up, but I didn’t expect to keep one.”

Eight-year-old He Heng still doesn't understand how many disgusting things there are. He is happy to see his father who never comes home to celebrate his birthday with him, and he smiles brightly in the photo.

He Heng stared at the photo for a while, then slowly pulled it out and shredded it, then leaned over and took out two pieces of toilet paper, wrapped them up, and threw them into the trash can.

Qi Shu didn't speak the whole time, but was a little worried about his mental state, so he patted him tentatively.

He Heng came back to his senses: "Ah, I'm fine... I'm really fine. Since the moment my mother got the marriage certificate, my heart has completely let go, and now I want to fly with joy."

It’s just that sometimes when you fly too high and hit the sky, you will suddenly doubt your memory—are you really divorced?Isn't it the same as before, suddenly discovering that the so-called divorce was actually imagined by yourself?

As if eager to prove it, He Heng flipped through the album from beginning to end—he wanted to find all the other photos that He Guangjie had existed and tear them up. , there was no second photo with He Guangjie in it.

It's not surprising, after all, in He Heng's memory, he did not appear at home for too long.

He Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't want to hide it from Qi Shu: "I'm still not settled in my mind. I'll take a picture of the divorce certificate and use it as my phone wallpaper in a while. I'll have to look at it for a few more days before I can feel at ease."

It is also a way.

Qi Shu couldn't help with the divorce certificate.He thought for a while and took out an An Shen Talisman that he had prepared a long time ago from his pocket, slowly folded it into a small triangle, and handed it to He Heng.

No matter what the occasion, no matter whether it is the torture of English or the cheating of his father, the first choice given to him by his little roommate is actually the peace charm.

The little roommate was able to take out a peace talisman from his body anytime and anywhere.

He Heng was dumbfounded: "This thing...can cure all diseases?"

"Almost. Anyway, it can make you feel better."

Qi Shu directly put the talisman paper on his head, "Hold it, it's more effective."

In metaphysics, if the boyfriend says it works, it must work.

He Heng held a paper triangle in awe and remained motionless: "Why put it on your head? Didn't you just keep it by your side before? Is there any reason?"

"The principle of molecular motion. Diffusion from high concentration to low concentration."

Qi Shu's speech was very academic, "Put it on top of your head, and with the help of gravity, it will spread faster."