Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

He Shanting, who has always been calm, leaked his unstable emotions for the first time, and tasted what it means to be self-inflicted, but it was only fleeting.

He raised his eyebrows expressionlessly, and the ends of his eyebrows formed a sharp angle. Before he asked Song Zui if he picked up trash every day, the little brat asked him if he picked up trash to eat.

"What do you think?"

Song Zui heard the danger in the other party's tone, and took it back rationally: "Of course not."

His eyes scanned the living room from left to right, even the curtains were rotten, and after making sure there was nothing to take away, he walked to the bedroom.

The bedroom was worse than the living room. The living room had windows for plenty of light, but the living room was completely dark without windows. It looked like a black hole with no rotation and no charge.

"Do you want to take the sheets and quilts away?"

Song Zui asked and turned on the light, but when he turned on the light, he fell silent, looking at the scene in the bedroom and didn't know what to say.

In name it is a bed but in fact it is just a few wooden boards assembled together. The floral blanket on the wooden boards is so thin that it is transparent, not as good as the street stalls he bought at school, it is a bit too poor to be honest.

No wonder Ating didn't let him in, because he was afraid that he would find out that the place he lived in was so bad, how could he maintain his pride in face.

He is no stranger to this kind of mentality. He still remembers that when he was blind and fell to the ground dying, a hand stretched out to him, accompanied by a nice metallic clang, and he said he was fine without a care.

Thinking of this, the young man lowered his head and took out a piece of Swiss candy from his pocket, and handed it out. This is a simple comfort.

But obviously the other party would have misunderstood it, took Tang and stared at the floral blanket for a while, and said as if in compromise: "You can bring it if you want."

Song Zui had no choice but to swallow all the words of comfort, and took it for the sake of the blanket being intact. The other things in the house were not worth taking back, and it was not as expensive as the taxi fare.

In the end, he sold the scraps in the house for seven yuan and twenty-eight cents, and walked back to the rental house with the floral blanket on the bed. Secretary Zheng in the office sneezed, suddenly feeling that his bonus for this month was gone.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the two walked back to the rental house. What the agent said was correct. There were very few tenants in this unit building, and only two or three households had night lights on at night.

The night market next to it is very lively, with large and small stalls selling daily necessities, books and decorations, with a kind of fireworks in the city.

Song Zui held the bedding bought on the way and opened the door with the key. The moment he entered the door, his body felt a sense of relief. Despite the twists and turns, the matter of renting the house was resolved, and he could go back to school to read.

No one followed behind, Song Zui turned his head, he saw the man leaning loosely by the door and couldn't help asking.

"Why don't you come in?"

"More than [-] square meters, there is a special study room and exhibition room, the furniture does not need wood under a century old, and the tableware in the cupboard only needs to be all porcelain."

He Shanting flatly stated his request again, he could not live in a small rented house, two hundred square meters was already his bottom line, he would not take half a step in it.

Song Zui had a headache when he heard the word [-] square meters. He thought that the other party would half push and half push when he brought the luggage over. He didn't expect that he was too naive, and A Ting was really asking for it seriously.

Who is so coquettish and coquettish when picking up trash while living in an unfinished building, maybe only Bai Wenqiu who lives in the city center and still thinks it's bad.

He felt that the status of the two of them had to be determined. Although he didn't regard himself as the beneficiary, the economic status determined the superstructure, and he should have the final say on major matters, and A Ting's temper could not be left to him.

The man looked at him without blinking, his blue eyes were like azure sea water under the hot lamp, Song Zui's tough words choked in his throat.

The next question was how to make Ating live in willingly. He tried his best to say in a gentle voice: "This house is just not taken care of. Once you tidy it up, you will want to live in it."

He didn't have much confidence in his last sentence, but he still decided to take care of the house, just like tidying up the dormitory when school starts.

The walls of the house are white, and Song Zui doesn't plan to change the color. Firstly, it's a waste of paint, and secondly, he likes the light and shadow of the sun on the white wall.

He bought a pot of green plants and long fabrics from the stall downstairs. The green plant was placed under the arc-shaped window. It was a eucalyptus with thin round leaves, which looked tired after being placed on the stall for a long time. Answered.

After watering Eucalyptus, he put the empty bowl discarded in the kitchen by the window frame of the floor-to-ceiling window, and sprinkled the seeds of small roses in the bowl and soil, hoping to bloom before winter.

Then Song Zui cut the fabric to a suitable size with scissors, and draped it on the old sofa and chairs. Under the contrast of warm and cold colors, the originally gray house gradually revived.

It is not hard for him to do these jobs. He likes the feeling of taking care of the house. When he was in Xu's house, he would also plant a field of roses.

Probably because it was like furnishing a home a little bit, even though the word had disappeared from his short life, and he had forgotten what it felt like.

After all the work was done, Song Zui sat on the sofa and asked the man standing by the door with anticipation that he didn't realize: "Do you want to come in?"

He Shanting looked at the sofa, spread a layer of soft cloth, but it still can't change the fact that this is an old sofa, he would rather stand than sit on it.

The young man didn't think it was shabby, sitting on the sofa with bright eyes, anyone who looked at it would think that these were eyes that hadn't experienced any suffering, and there was thin sweat on his neck.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Song Zui regretted withdrawing his attention, sat on the sofa with his head lowered, and the light in his eyes dimmed by two points.

How should I put it, it’s as if you see a beautiful stray cat with blue pupils on the side of the road, it is lying lazily by your lap, you want to take this cat home, but it is unwilling to enter the narrow space with its chin up cage.

He sighed, and silently opened the software to book a hotel. Just as he was about to place an order, something suddenly sank from the sofa.

Song Zui turned his head to the side and froze. The man leaned his head gently against his legs, and lay on the sofa with his eyes closed. He suddenly turned around and sat up straight.

He didn't expect the other party to come in, so he couldn't help but hold his shallow breath, and it took a while for him to regain his composure.

Reason told him that he could leave, the time he wasted today could read half a physics journal, but he sat on the sofa without moving.

The young man looked at the man sleeping next to his lap from the corner of his eye. The man's thick eyelashes drooped under his eyelids, restraining the air-conditioning at the corners of his eyes and brows. He really looked like a big tired cat.

He suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the big cat's head, wondering if it would make a gentle meow, but after thinking about it, he still didn't dare, it was hard to coax it in.

Song Zui was about to leave after taking one last look, when he suddenly heard a lazy sentence: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

His flat body suddenly tensed up because of what he thought was a concealed move, inexplicably red from the tips of his ears to his fair neck.

He told himself that there was no need to feel guilty, that it was imprecise to keep looking at this statement, and it lacked an exact time frame, so it could not be used as a condition for argumentation.

When Song Zui was about to question him, one arm wrapped around his neck and he was forced to lower his head, facing the man's blue-gray eyes.

The distance between them was too close, so close that he forgot what to say, so close that he almost touched the bridge of the other's nose, so close that he couldn't tell whether it was his breath or whose breath.

He subconsciously wanted to break free from the shackles of that hand, but the other's hand pressed against his snow-white neck, and the distance between the two of them not only didn't get farther, but got closer.

The man who was only a few feet away from him stroked the back of his neck and said to him calmly, "This way you can see more clearly."

It is true that he can see more clearly, but the other party is also looking at him, from his eyes to his neck to his collarbone.

The heart under Song Zui's chest was beating suddenly, and he tried to stay calm and said, "Can you let me go?"

But He Shanting didn't let go of the young man, he raised his hand to caress Song Zui's watery lips, the lips were softer than he expected, and they sank when pressed lightly.

This made him carelessly put Mosuo on the young man's lips, and before the young man couldn't take it anymore, he stuffed a piece of cold Swiss candy into it, and his voice became contemptuous.

"Today was tough."

Song Zui was stunned when he heard this sentence. He thought that A Ting would only say that he wanted a big house of [-] square meters or that he would not live in a small house.

He was at a loss for a moment, waved his hands, looked into the man's eyes and almost blurted out: "It's not too hard."

"This room is a bit small. When you have money and rent a big house in the future, you will have a separate study room and collection room."

Song Zui didn't realize what he had said until he said the last word, before he could regret it, he smiled and said hello to Convenience.

The words "excellent and insane" suddenly popped into his mind, and he suppressed this weird thought and pulled his savings. The 5 yuan that he thought was too much yesterday suddenly felt insufficient today.

It's a pity that there is no other Zhang Xiao.

Song Zui shook his head and corrected his thoughts. People should earn money through their own efforts. He opened the class address book and made a call.

Hou Quan cooks noodles in the dormitory. Although a bowl of noodles in the cafeteria only sells for four yuan, he still cooks them by himself.

The use of high-power electrical appliances is not allowed in the dormitory, and if he is caught, he will inevitably be criticized by a circular. While cooking, he stares at the direction of the door, lest the bald-headed dormitory teacher knock on the door and come in.

While he was worrying about cooking noodles, his cell phone rang suddenly, which startled him so much that he almost threw the cell phone into the boiling water.

"Who?"

Hou Quan was very surprised to hear Song Zui's voice. Song Zui seldom took the initiative to contact him. He went to the library every time after class. He dared to say that more than half of the people in the class couldn't talk to the boy. It seems that he is only interested in books.

Originally, he was worried that Song Zui's participation in the physics competition would affect his ranking, but later he realized that he was too worried, the boy was not even interested in the competition.

Although most domestic physics competitions for college students are poor and can't be compared with high school, this competition is not a pheasant competition. Many big stars are judges, and Song Zui actually missed this opportunity for nothing.

Hou Quan heaved a sigh of relief at the pity of the young man. Although it is unknown whether he will win the award or not, it is always a good thing to lose a rival. Therefore, he feels a little more close to Song Zui for no reason.

"Is there anything you need to ask me for help?" Hou Quan asked with great enthusiasm, "Just say it."

From his point of view, it was probably borrowing books from the library or asking the school committee to hand in homework, but what made him shut up was the boy on the phone asking politely: "How do I sign up for the competition?"