Specific gravity

It is to intentionally make Bai Yan giegie feel bad (starfish starfish! comment comment! Wuhu!)

Cen Baiyan didn't sleep well that night, and dreamed of different scenes over and over again.

First, he dreamed that he was back in his student days. Xuanzhao was standing on the podium wearing thin-rimmed glasses, and his shirt was buttoned up to the top button. He leaned over and said to him, little friend, you did well in the exam this time, and the teacher will reward you with a candy; Immediately afterwards, the scene shifted to the noisy bar, where Xuan Zhao looked like a wounded little animal, his coat was splashed with red wine, his fingers were tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, he raised his head and tremblingly called him Bai Yan; In a short hut, Xuan Zhao wore a loose beige sweater, clasped his shoulders with both hands, squinted his eyes slightly, stood on tiptoe and looked at him, and asked him in a low voice, "Bo Yan, do you want to hug me?"

Cen Baiyan woke up from his dream when it was daylight. In the winter at the end of November, the indoor temperature was only less than ten degrees, and he was sweating profusely from sleep.

Chen Wei snorted loudly on the bed, Cen Baiyan felt his heartbeat was louder than snoring, he stared blankly at the ceiling for more than ten minutes, then slapped his face, feeling the pain in his heart Scolding himself for being seriously ill, he sneaked into the toilet to wash his underwear like a thief.

Ten minutes later, Cen Baiyan was smoking on the balcony, and Chen Wei climbed out of bed to pee. He looked at his phone and it was only before six o'clock. Yang Shuo was still sleeping, so he asked in a low voice, "Wake up so early?"

"If you wake up, you won't be able to sleep," Cen Baiyan said, "If you smoke a cigarette, you will fall asleep."

Chen Wei was shivering from the cold when he got out of bed, glanced at Cen Baiyan, and said tremblingly: "You just wear a fucking jacket, aren't you cold?"

"I'm strong and strong." Cen Baiyan threw a contemptuous look at Chen Wei, "It's not like some people. You are young, don't you have kidney deficiency?"

"Fuck|Your uncle!" Chen Wei cursed angrily.

Snapped--

A drop of water hit Cen Baiyan's forehead at the right time, Chen Wei looked up, the dark gray underwear that had just been washed was wet, and another drop of water was brewing on top of Cen Baiyan's head.

"." Cen Baiyan shook his hands and almost dropped the cigarette.

"Pfft——" Chen Wei blinked, and clasped his fists at Cen Baiyan, "Brother Yan is strong, the firepower is so strong in the winter, I am ashamed, I am ashamed."

With a dark face, Cen Baiyan picked up the ashtray and made a gesture to smash it, while Chen Wei snickered and ran into the toilet.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Chen Wei got off the tutoring and went back to the dormitory.

Cen Baiyan sat at the table, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, absent-minded all afternoon.

The cripple won't take pictures with Chen Wei again, will he?

He has injuries all over his body, so he doesn't have to work in a bar at night, does he?

The last time I heard from Chen Wei that the cripple had a paper to be published this month. He had no time to go to class during the day and work part-time.

click-

When the door opened, Cen Baiyan was startled, and immediately sat up straight, staring at the computer screen with extreme concentration.

"Hey, how about choosing a present?" Chen Wei glanced at his computer, "By the way, I heard that your dad's birthday is next week this morning, right? Have you bought a plane ticket?"

"I bought it." Cen Baiyan smelled the familiar smell of herbs on Chen Wei, and was distracted thinking that the lame man had wrapped Chen Wei's herbs again, "It's not my dad, my uncle."

"Isn't that uncle of yours your father?" Chen Wei knew the situation of Cen Baiyan's family, "It's all the same."

Cen Baiyan was too lazy to explain the address to him: "It's up to you."

Chen Wei flipped through the memo on the phone: "Are you going home next Thursday? Next Wednesday we have a game against the law school, don't forget."

"I haven't forgotten," Cen Baiyan clicked the mouse on the page casually, and pretended to ask casually, "How are you doing with your lessons today?"

"It's good, but the teacher's hand is injured, and I can't cook recently, and I have no luck." Chen Weiha stomped his feet angrily, and he hadn't warmed up after returning to the dormitory, and cursed, "Damn, this year is so fucking It's cold enough, I don't know how many years Teacher Xuan has been wearing that padded jacket, I really don't know how he survived the winter."

Cen Baiyan's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help thinking about what he would eat if he couldn't cook, and what he would do if his cotton-padded jacket was old and he was cold.

This cripple is just restless, and he doesn't let people worry about it for a day.

Chen Wei didn't know that Cen Baiyan's thoughts were all on him, Teacher Xuan, so he took something out of his coat pocket and threw it on Cen Baiyan's desk, "Here, yours."

It was his wallet, which must have been left at the cripple's house last night.

Cen Baiyan's eyes were fixed, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he suddenly became nervous, and asked vigilantly, "What did he tell you?"

His mind turned quickly, and he had already thought of a whole set of explanations in his mind:

——I went to his house yesterday purely because of righteousness and bravery. I didn't stay at his house at all. I sent him back and I left without even looking at him. What can I have with this cripple? Don't get me wrong .

"I didn't say anything," Chen Wei shrugged, "Just say you fell in the coffee shop last time."

"."

Cen Baiyan's explanations were useless, it felt like a fist hit the cotton, and his heart suddenly "thumped", feeling empty.

The cripple was indeed a sensible person, since he said he wanted to get along with him normally, he would not give others the slightest chance to misunderstand them.Cen Baiyan should have felt relaxed, but a subtle irritability suddenly rose in his heart.

"By the way, you haven't gone to the coffee shop with me for a while, right? Then how long has your wallet been left with him?" Chen Wei opened the stool and sat down, "Why did he remember to return it to you today?"

"I don't know," Cen Baiyan said angrily, "You ask him yourself."

"What's wrong!" Chen Wei opened the game, "With your temper, who can stand you?"

Cen Baiyan snorted coldly.

Chen Wei said again: "It's only me, Teacher Xuan, who can bear you."

Cen Baiyan slid his Adam's apple hard, and immediately retorted: "None of his business, I don't like men."

Chen Wei was puzzled: "Did I say you like men?"

Cen Boyan: "."

Hold!I don't have any money here!

Cen Baiyan was so annoyed that he casually opened the wallet and glanced at it, and saw something extra in the interlayer. He took it out and saw that it was a small piece of paper with clear and elegant handwriting.

——I owe ten meals of omelet rice to Cen Baiyan, and I will make this proof and cash it at any time, and I will respond to every request.

The inscription is "Xuan Zhao".

Cen Baiyan stared at the name in the lower right corner without blinking, and suddenly felt a hint of cool mint sweetness in his mouth, and subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick his lower lip.

The mint leaves were quite sweet, and he raised the corner of his mouth and whistled happily.

"Are you sick?" Chen Wei cursed.

Chen Wei glanced back, and felt that Cen Baiyan's recent cloudiness was uncertain, and he was really seriously ill, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xuan Zhao.

"Teacher, Cen Baiyan was fooling around with that wallet in the dormitory. You are a medical student. You can analyze it for me from a scientific point of view. What is the probability of him being possessed by evil spirits?"

It rained lightly that night. Haigang is a coastal city in the south. Winter is inherently humid. When it rains, the temperature will be even lower. No matter how you cover it, you can't keep warm.

Cen Baiyan just checked the Internet, and he said that people with leg problems usually don’t feel well in wet and cold weather. He went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, looked at the dripping water on the window glass, and wanted to ask the cripple if he went to the bar at night. Feeling awkward again, what if the cripple misunderstood the initiative to contact?

After flipping the lighter in his hand twice, Cen Baiyan leaned against the window, and suddenly, with a thought, he took out his mobile phone and sent Xuan Zhao a message:

——Do you have any suggestions for choosing birthday gifts for male elders?

Cen Baiyan smacked at this message, thinking that this was a request for his advice, not an active contact.

After waiting for ten minutes on the phone, Xuan Zhao's message came back:

—Is it your father's birthday?Does he usually have any hobbies?

Cen Baiyan immediately typed "It's not my dad". After thinking about it, he felt that the situation in his family was too complicated and it would be difficult to explain, so he replied:

—Basically, he doesn't seem to have any special hobbies.

This time Xuanzhao replied quickly:

—— Then you can give some regular gifts, such as pens and the like, which are beautiful and practical.

pen?

Cen Baiyan raised his eyebrows, thinking that this idea is good.

——The pen is fine.

In the rental house on the other side, Xuan Zhao smiled lightly at these four words.

Of course the pen is fine. Back then Wan Qianshan gave his mother a pen as a token of love, which started her tragic life.

Returning the pen to Wan Qianshan by Cen Baiyan's hand is of course good, it couldn't be better.

Cen Baiyan would not know what Xuanzhao was thinking at the moment, he thought it was a clever and natural way to open the topic by picking a gift, and then pretended to be an ordinary friend, leading the chat to the question he wanted to know.

——Do you still have time to reply messages when you work in a bar?

——Take a week off to catch up on the mid-term paper at home.

Immediately, Xuanzhao sent him a photo of his narrow hut with thick materials stacked on the desk. Xuanzhao pointed out the mirror and made a "yeah".

The corner of Cen Baiyan's lips twitched, and then he turned to the corner of the photo, his brows immediately furrowed.

In the corner of the desk were two boxes of instant noodles piled together, and a box of disassembled rheumatism ointment was thrown beside it.

He hurt his hand and eat this stuff at home?Is the leg pain patch useful?

Not a single day of peace of mind!