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Behind the snack street in the university town are intricate alleys, with a stinky gutter full of waste oil and swill at the bottom, and exposed wires criss-crossing at the top, and a seven-story brick building that looks crumbling inside.

The conditions here are very simple, but students with a slightly better financial situation will not choose to live in this building. Most of the tenants are migrant workers. They set up a food stall in the university town during the day, and when the stall is closed at night, the cart will come back. .

Xuanzhao lives on the third floor. The first floor is divided into three single rooms, and the three rooms share a toilet.

"You live here?" Cen Baiyan frowned in the cramped corridor, with the half-dead light bulb dangling above his head, he couldn't even stand up straight, for fear that his head would knock that old precious street lamp into death.

The public toilet door was open, and there were spots of yellow urine stains all over the edge of the toilet, even on the tiles on the floor, giving off a pungent smell.

"Well," Xuan Zhao opened the wooden door with the key, and said softly, "The other two are the network administrators of the Internet cafe opposite, and they are less particular about hygiene."

Cen Baiyan held his breath, and scolded in a low voice: "This is more than not particular, this fucking dick|bass long armpit can't pee so crookedly."

"Okay, master," Xuan Zhao was dumbfounded by his metaphor, turned on the light in the room, and said sideways, "Come in."

Xuanzhao's small house is only fifteen or six square meters by visual inspection, and it is divided into two halves by a bookshelf. There is a small stove outside, and a bed and a cloth cabinet inside. The area is smaller than the toilet in Cen Baiyan's house.Although the place is small, it is very tidy - the floor is spotless, the quilts are neatly stacked, professional books are placed in different categories on the bookshelves, there is a flower in the mineral water bottle next to the bedside table, and various kinds of flowers are posted on the wall. Such herbal specimens - it can be seen that the owner is working hard to live.

Cen Baiyan stood by the door and looked around, taking the hut into his eyes, not missing any small details.

"Sit on my bed, the sheets have just been changed and are very clean."

Xuan Zhao leaned his crutch against the corner of the wall, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and pursed his lips somewhat awkwardly.

Cen Baiyan narrowed his deep eyes slightly, staring at Xuan Zhao with great interest.

No matter what he encounters, the cripple has a calm look of "I can't be shaken by thunder", but now he is showing a bit of restraint and nervousness which is rare.

——It must be because of me that he is so abnormal.

As soon as this idea popped up in his mind, Cen Baiyan subconsciously jumped for joy.

The young man in front of him was wearing a dark black short jacket, with broad shoulders and long legs. He stared at Xuan Zhao so condescendingly, with an inexplicably compelling aura, as if the big Buddha couldn't fit in this small room.

Xuan Zhao made a swallowing movement, looked away in a panic, and rubbed his frozen red hands behind his back: "My place is too small, and I have never entertained anyone else."

"I was the first person to come to your house?" Cen Baiyan interrupted him.

"Ah?" Xuanzhao didn't understand why the topic turned to this topic, and nodded in a cloudy manner, "Well, I have very few friends, and the conditions are not good, so no one has been here before."

Cen Baiyan's eyes under the sharp eyebrows slightly curved, and he suddenly laughed, waved his hands in a good mood, and walked happily in the narrow and cramped hut: "Don't entertain me, I have the spirit of being the master, where are you? are self-sufficient.”

After he finished speaking, he picked up a bottle of mineral water that was only half left on the stove, unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth.

"Hey!" Xuan Zhao stopped immediately, "That's—"

However, it was too late, Cen Baiyan swallowed a big gulp, and then his expression changed.

"Vinegar." Xuan Zhao suppressed a smile, shrugging his shoulders up and down.

Cen Baiyan let out a "fuck" sound, opened the door and rushed into the toilet to vomit, and was even more disgusted by the urine stains all over the toilet, and almost vomited his soul and six souls out.

Xuan Zhao handed him two wet tissues, and said dumbfoundedly: "Can you finish listening next time?"

Cen Boyan vomited with tears in his eyes, his throat was sore and bitter, and he was about to curse with obscenities, Xuan Zhao looked at him with a smile, and suddenly said, "Open your mouth."

Cen Baiyan's body reacted one step ahead of his brain, and opened his mouth obediently.

Xuan Zhao tiptoed and put something in his mouth.

The cool, sweet and bitter taste diffused in the mouth, dispelling the sour nausea in an instant.

"Mint leaves, you'll vomit after a while, it's not good to eat raw," Xuan Zhao resembled a doctor patiently instructing children to take medicine, "You must follow the doctor's advice carefully, do you understand?"

The unique fresh taste of mint swarmed in the mouth and nose, and what's more, Xuan Zhao's fingertips inadvertently brushed across Cen Baiyan's lower lip, which was more refreshing and stimulating than mint leaves.

At that moment, all the blood in Cen Baiyan's body was concentrated on the small spot on his lips, subconsciously wanting to feel more, but Xuanzhao's fingertips were like a naughty fish, with just a light touch, a few After circling the ripples, he ran away mischievously.

Xuan Zhao didn't realize this at all, and thought that Cen Baiyan's brief absence was due to dizziness after violent vomiting, so he raised his hand and patted Cen Baiyan's back lightly, and said while giving him comfort, "Okay, okay, I shouldn't pretend to be jealous. In the bottle, I apologize to you, make amends for you, and make you omelet rice now, okay?"

Suddenly, Cen Baiyan's eyelids twitched, and he chewed the mint leaf in his mouth. The pungent cool taste rushed to his forehead, and Cen Baiyan suddenly came back to his senses.

—I'm so damn sick!

"Don't eat, I'm going back, the dormitory building has access control." Cen Baiyan's expression froze slightly, and then he added worriedly, "Stop cooking these few days, your hands are like this."

"Okay, got it," Xuan Zhao took a scarf from the hanger, handed it up and said, "Take it, it's windy."

"No need." Cen Baiyan refused without thinking.

The cripple's scarf must have the smell of a lame man. Wearing a lame man's scarf means he smells of a lame man. His smell and the lame man's smell are mixed together.

Hold!What and what!

Xuan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Cen Baiyan felt that his scarf was not clean, so he naturally withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "Then be careful on the road."

Cen Baiyan waved his hand, and ran down the stairs in three steps at a time.

After he left, the smile on Xuan Zhao's face remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

He took out a sterile paper towel, wiped it repeatedly on the tip of his right index finger, and dropped Cen Baiyan's wallet on the stove from the corner of his eyes.

Xuan Zhao picked up the wallet, opened it, and found a photo of four people in the interlayer.

Cen Baiyan was standing behind the sofa, and a girl next to him was holding his arm, smiling brightly.

Sitting on the sofa was a man and a woman. The woman had a gentle appearance, and she vaguely resembled Cen Boyan in her features. As for the man, Xuan Zhao was very familiar with him. He was his biological father, Wan Qianshan.

What a happy family of four.

A trace of hostility appeared in Xuan Zhao's eyes, he closed the wallet with a "snap", picked up the disinfectant wipes, and wiped his fingertips even harder.

There were two messages quietly lying on the phone, and the sender was "Wan Qian Shan".

——Xiao Zhao, Dad’s birthday is next week. Dad hopes that you can also attend, and introduce you to Aunt Cen and your younger siblings. The two of them don’t know that you are an older brother. I want to give them a surprise.

——Dad knows that you still hate me for more than ten years, Xiao Zhao, can't you forgive Dad, after all, we are a family.

younger siblings?family?

Xuan Zhao couldn't help sneering, just now, his good brother was still out of his mind because of him, and couldn't look away from him.

This is the first surprise Xuan Zhao gave their family of four.

"Dad's birthday is coming soon, brother, remember to book tickets early!"

On the way back to school, Cen Baiyan held his mobile phone between one shoulder and ear, and lit a cigarette with his free hand.

"I know, I know, how many times have you nagged," Cen Baiyan said, "I will definitely go back on Uncle Wan's birthday."

"Repay Uncle Wan, Uncle Wan," the girl opposite muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you change your mind!"

Cen Baiyan smiled: "Okay, how many times has this happened, didn't you say you won't mention it anymore?"

"Well, anyway, you have to go home on my dad's birthday, I miss you so much! Mom keeps nagging me when you're not at home, it's so annoying!" the girl complained, and then said, "I really don't know what you think Yes, Dad treats you as his own son, and you still have such a relationship with him."

Cen Baiyan chatted with her for a while with a smile, and after hanging up the phone, he quietly stood by the side of the road and finished his cigarette before leaving.

Cen Qing is his half-sister, and what she said actually makes sense.

Cen Baiyan's biological father was a bad alcoholic who died when he was very young. Since then, Uncle Wan has been taking care of their mother and child, treating him more conscientiously than his biological father.

It’s just that Cen Baiyan has a lump in his heart. After so many years, Wan Qianshan and his mother Cen Jingxiang have never obtained a certificate. From a legal perspective, they are not a real husband and wife. Cen Baiyan always feels awkward when he is asked to call him "Dad". That hurdle.

Cen Baiyan let out a breath, put his hands in his pockets, and felt that he was being hypocritical.