I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

I smiled and said, "Hit you."

"Why did you hit me?" He turned his body around and accused me aggressively, "Do you know that disturbing others' sleep will shorten your life?"

I shook my head, "I don't know."

He glanced at me silently, then turned his body away again.But as soon as he turned around, I slapped his ass again, and pinched his ass by the way.

However, this time Liao Muqiu didn't turn around, he just hit me backwards with his hands.I stretched my hands and looked forward, because I was looking down, I could only see his tightly closed eyes and slightly pursed lips.Seeing that he was really tired, I stopped making trouble.

Because in normal times, if I did this, he would have greeted the eighteen generations of my ancestors long ago.

I raised my hand to turn off the bedside lamp, and as soon as I lay down, I felt hands slowly wrapping around my waist, and warm breath came from my ears, and slowly patted the corners of my lips.

"Good night." He said softly, as if with all kinds of magic power, he invaded my heart.

16. I really envy those who have stories.

Time is the most wonderful thing in this world, because sometimes we feel it goes fast, sometimes we feel it goes slowly, and sometimes we feel it doesn't move at all.

At noon on Thursday, after I survived the last minute at the company, I went home from get off work as usual.When passing by the vegetable market, I took out my mobile phone from my pocket and called Liao Muqiu. Within a few seconds, Liao Muqiu's dying voice came from the phone, "What are you doing?"

As soon as I heard the voice, I knew that he was still sleeping in bed before I called, so the question I asked turned into another sentence, "Do you want to bring something to eat?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before a confused voice came, "Yes."

"What to eat?" I asked him.

The other end of the phone paused for a few more seconds before replying, "Anything." But this time, the voice was much more sober than before.

I hung up the phone and brought Liao Muqiu a bowl of hot and sour noodles.After returning home, Liao Muqiu was sitting on the sofa staring at the TV in a daze. I put the hot and sour noodles in front of him and signaled him to eat quickly.

His eyes turned twice on the packaging box, and he looked up at me with an indifferent expression, "What is it?"

"Powder." I said concisely.

Liao Muqiu stopped talking, just stared at me motionlessly, with a calm expression, as if he didn't know me.

I ignored him and sat next to him, changing channels with the remote control.

In fact, this situation has happened many times. Almost every morning when he wakes up, he always looks so taciturn, which is quite different from usual.

After a long time, I got used to it, and only regarded it as his wake-up breath.

He stared at me for five or six minutes by my side before slowly recovering.Breaking off the chopsticks, he began to eat slowly.

A few minutes later, when I saw that his expression had completely recovered, I asked him, "Where do you want to go this weekend?"

"Where are you going?" He asked me, looking up.

I looked at him funny, "I ask you, what are you asking me for?"

He shook his head half understanding, "Not going anywhere."

"Want to go to 1999?" I asked again.

"Whatever you want," he said, "I'll go if you go."

"Then don't go." I told him, "If it's okay, I'll go to the East Side with me this weekend, bring my clothes, and maybe spend the night there."

Liao Muqiu stopped eating the powder, turned to me and asked, "What are you doing there?"

"To see my parents." I replied, "Anyway, I'm fine this weekend, and they're urging me again, why don't I just go this week."

"Oh." He nodded, "What day do you go?"

I thought about it and said, "Just Saturday."

"Yes." He picked up a few sticks of powder and handed them to my mouth, "Do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat." I was about to push Liao Muqiu's hand away, but he quickly stuffed the powder into my mouth while I was talking.

The speed was so fast that the chopsticks almost pierced my throat.

I swallowed the food, raised my hand and slapped Liao Muqiu on the head, "Did you feed things like this? Do you want to kill me?"

He smiled indifferently, drank a few mouthfuls of soup and said, "I don't feed ordinary people."

"I'd rather be an ordinary person with your feeding method," I said.

He glanced at me, but didn't speak.After a while, he pointed to an advertisement on TV and asked me, "Do you also watch such boring things?"

There is an inspirational story of a woman in the ad, which probably means that she lost ten catties in a month after taking a certain brand of diet pills.Obviously it's nonsense, but it can always attract people who want to lose weight in twos and threes to consume.

Liao Muqiu stared at the TV silently for a while.

Suddenly, he said to me, "I really envy those who have stories, unlike me, who have lived for so long—a handsome word runs through their lives!"

On Saturday night, I took Liao Muqiu to my parents' house as promised.

The house over there is a slightly dilapidated old folk house, which looks a bit bleak, and occasionally a mouse or two will pass through the corridor at night.The old light bulbs hang on the wall that will not fall off, reflecting the dim yellow patches.

The moths under the lamp were flying around, flickering across the faces of me and Liao Muqiu.

The stairs made a soft 'creaking sound' as they stepped on it, echoing in the quiet night, it was particularly harsh.A wind passed through the windows in the corridor, bringing a slow coolness.

I looked down and saw Liao Muqiu's shadow, he put his hands on his arms, looked thin and thin, couldn't help but turned to him and asked, "Is it cold?"

"It's okay." He glanced at me, "You used to live here too?"

"That's right." I nodded, "I just moved out in the past two years, and I've been living here before."

He was silent for a while, then asked me again, "How many floors to climb?"

"Fourth floor." I answered him, "The conditions here are a bit rough, and you can eat after a while."

He nodded and said, "I can't imagine the scene where you live here."

I smiled and asked him, "Do you think my family is good?"

He stopped suddenly after hearing this, and the dull sound of wooden planks stopped abruptly in the air.

I turned to look at him, frowned slightly, and asked him what was wrong with my eyes.

He curled the corner of his mouth hastily, "I just never thought that you would live in this environment."

I thought it was a bit strange to say this, so I raised my head and asked him suspiciously, "Did you also grow up in this kind of environment?"

"You can put it this way." He thought for a while and replied, "But my house is a little better than yours. It's also a very old house, which was left to me by my grandfather."

"In R City?" I asked him.

He shook his head and replied, "In another place."

I smiled and stopped asking questions.

When I climbed to the fourth floor, my mother was already standing at the door looking at me.I waved to my mother at the corner of the stairs. She had obviously seen me, and smiled before saying anything, "Are you hungry? Come up to dinner with your friends."

My relationship with my parents, like all ordinary children, is neither good nor bad.It's just that I will try my best to avoid unnecessary disputes and keep getting along in a slightly more harmonious way.

First, it can make the relationship between family members last longer, and second, if there are really disagreements, if I take a step back, the balance will not be broken, so why should I care about it.

On the table are some home-cooked dishes that suit my taste. After all, my mother doesn't know what Liao Muqiu likes to eat, and I don't think it's necessary to try to please him. If he really doesn't like it, I'll go downstairs and buy him a bucket of instant noodles .

Anyway, it's just to fill the stomach, no matter how much you choose, you will still have to pull it out, I believe he will not care.

When eating, Liao Muqiu was quite gentle, even polite, which shocked me for a long time.

Pick up the food for my parents first, pick up the food wherever the chopsticks touch, don't pick or turn over, take it easy, and maintain a gentleman's upbringing with absolutely no dead ends.

Of course, there is another scientific name for this kind of upbringing, and we collectively call it—pretense.

This old house is quite small, with three bedrooms and one living room, but only seventy square meters.So when sleeping, Liao Muqiu and I share a room.

I'm a little bit of a clean freak, and you all know that, especially when it comes to bedmates.When I say this, I don't dislike Liao Muqiu sleeping with me, I just want to complain to you.

Liao Muqiu is clingy when he sleeps, he has to hold things in his arms to keep his peace.

Therefore, when he wrapped his hands around my waist for the fourth time, and I pushed them away for the fourth time, I finally couldn't help but pulled out the pillow under my head and threw it on him, "You hug this to sleep."

Liao Muqiu glanced at me wordlessly, then took the pillow silently.

I lay down again, and I could hear his slow breathing.

It was really slow, and slapped my face slowly and shallowly. Several times I almost thought that he would only enter but not exit in the next second.

When I was about to fall asleep, a sigh passed through my eardrums and passed into my mind, as if filled with endless sorrow, "I didn't want to do this kind of behavior that makes you uncomfortable, it's just that after so many years, got used to."

The weather in September is a bit dull, especially at night, if you don't get relief, you will feel particularly anxious inside.

I turned over helplessly and reached out to wrap him in my arms.

"Good night," I said.

The next morning I woke up before Liao Muqiu, and when I walked out the door, my mother just put the food on the table.

She smiled and asked me, "Is Xiaoqiu awake?"

I shook my head and answered her: "I might not wake up for a while, so we can eat first."

My mother smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen to fill the meal with me