chase a hammer

In the evening, the dark and heavy clouds hung low in the sky, and the slanted raindrops smashed on the treetops, and the yellowed glass was covered with raindrops in a line.

In the narrow living room of the rental house, the man in the wheelchair said lazily to the person on the other end of the phone: "Is the old man discharged from the hospital?"

The person on the other end of the phone who was following his video call nodded, then hesitated, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

The man in front of him was sitting in a wheelchair, and there was a plastic basket and a bag of green edamame on the old table in front of him. The man seemed to be a lot more skilled in his movements. Put the edamame in a small plastic basket.

Yin Jin peeled the edamame in his hand and threw it into the basket. Hearing this, he raised his head and said lazily, "Peel the edamame."

The old friend at the other end fell silent, and hesitated for a while before asking: "Is this a new trend in the circle of walnuts this year?"

No more walnuts?Changed to the small green beans called edamame?

Yin Jin picked up a edamame shell, and said lazily to the person on the other end of the phone: "This one, the unhulled one, costs two yuan and five yuan a catty."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pinch another edamame from the plastic basket, and sighed to the person on the other end of the phone: "This one, shelled, costs eight yuan a catty."

Between shelling and not shelling, the middleman earns five yuan and five dollars.

In order not to let the middleman earn five yuan and five dollars, Wu Chu was at the dinner table early in the morning, glanced at him, and said to him persuasively: "We can't let the middleman pay, the difference must be paid back."

So the man who had just finished the teleconference on his laptop in the afternoon, took a video call and sat at the table to start peeling edamame.

The old friend on the other end of the phone was stunned. He played the video because he was curious to see what kind of shabby place he was in, so that this great god who had been picky since he was a child and had many problems all over his body could endure it.

Seeing the narrow and cramped room where he couldn't even stretch his arms, the old friend clicked his tongue in surprise, lamenting that Yin Jin really spent a lot of money this time, and he was determined to make the old man regress.

But Yin Jin peeled the edamame calmly, which stunned the old friend on the other end of the phone for a long time. After a while, the old friend repeated in a daze: "Modou?"

"Two yuan and five dollars a catty?"

What is it, what is shelled but not shelled, what is two or eight dollars?

Yin Jin looked at the bewildered expression of his old friend on the phone, and said naturally, "It's normal for you to not understand."

After all, Wu Chu sat in front of him with a small bench this morning and told him earnestly that the middleman earning five yuan in blood was a great harm to him, and he barely understood.

Thunder was rolling outside the window, Yin Jin looked out of the window, and seemed to be thinking about something absent-mindedly, the old friend on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and finally he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and said with a heartbroken voice: "Are you going to lie to the little girl?" ?”

Yin Jin: "...?"

The old friend continued to grieve and said: "Did you trick the little girl into this dilapidated place to wash and cook for you?"

Yin Jinna's body is full of skin, coupled with the noble temperament around him, even if he is sitting in a wheelchair, if he really wants to deceive a little girl, why don't he eat that little girl to death?

Facing the heartbroken condemnation of his old friend, Yin Jin subconsciously followed his old friend's words and thought about whether Wu Chu was tricked by him.

After thinking about it, Yin Jin suddenly realized that Wu Chu was really not cheated by him, but by someone he liked.

The old friend on the other end of the phone looked at Yin Jin's pensive look, and said tactfully, "Yin, let me tell you, it doesn't matter whether it's eight yuan or two yuan. If you feel that you can't take it anymore, I have another A few pieces of land, although not much..."

Yin Jin was silent for a while, and finally said: "It's not a little girl, it's a boy."

The old friend was even more heartbroken and said: "Boys? Just lie to other boys?!"

"Just say, is that little boy cooking for you?"

"Otherwise, why does the little boy take care of you like this?"

Because he was sent to the clinic with two sour oranges on the first day, and because he was in the same school as the person he liked, thinking that Yin Jin would be able to help when he entered the school to arrest someone on the first day of school.

Maybe in the eyes of that little boy, Yin Jin estimated that he would only let the washing machine run for two hours.

Oh, now a little more.

Yin Jin threw the peeled edamame into the plastic basket perfectly in an arc, and nodded pertinently.

There is indeed a little more: peeling edamame.

It's still the kind that can peel edamame perfectly because of its cleanliness.

The old friend on the other end of the phone was still chattering and grieved, Yin Jin casually threw the phone into a pile of edamame shells, and the screen and receiver on the other end of the phone were instantly submerged in the edamame shells.

The screen of Yin Jin's old friend's mobile phone is full of black and enlarged edamame shells, and the earpiece is full of the sound of tumbling edamame shells.

The man in the wheelchair had no sincerity, and while peeling the edamame, he said without pain or pain: "I'm sorry, my hands are slippery."

Looking at the old friend whose phone screen was flooded with edamame shells: "..."

Two minutes later, the video call was hung up. Yin Jin lazily leaned on the wheelchair. He looked at the raindrops on the yellowed glass, looking a little absent-minded.

Ten minutes later, the crackling rain outside the window became heavier, and the sound of keys turning came from the old anti-theft door. Yin Jin looked up and saw Wu Chu, who was wet all over, walking in.

The short sleeves on Wu Chu's body were dripping with water, and the short stubble of his temples was also dripping with water. The raindrops slid from the brow bone to his chin. After he closed the door, he crossed his hands to hold the hem of the short sleeves, bent down and raised his hands in silence. The dripping clothes came off.

Under the bright incandescent light, the boy looks not in a good mood, his sharp facial features are light, his waist and abdomen muscles are firm and smooth, his beautiful mermaid line is winding down, his back line is clear, and there is still a faint old blue whip mark.

Under the light, the firm and smooth flesh was wet with water, and the raindrops dripped down into the black pants on the narrow waist. The young man's body looked extremely explosive, with traces of fixed training, able to withstand the time of racing. Strong centrifugal force when cornering and the ability to control the steering wheel at high speeds.

Wu Chu carried the wet clothes and threw them on the washing machine, then pursed his lips and walked towards his room with bare upper body and bare feet.

The windows in the narrow room were open, crackling raindrops seeped into the old window slots, and the mottled walls in the room seemed to be soaked in damp rain.

Wu Chu changed into clean clothes, opened the door and went into the narrow bathroom with a towel, turned on the water and stood silently under the shower for a while.

The sound of raindrops hitting the canopy echoed in the narrow bathroom, and Wu Chu drooped his wet eyelashes, thinking of the few photos that the idle Du Hang came to and smashed in front of him this afternoon.

The man in the photo was wearing an expensive and well-fitting suit, with a slender wrist tied around jeweled cuffs, and his face was indifferent. Standing behind a group of bodyguards in black suits, he had an impressive aura.

But that appearance was clearly that of Shen Qiuze who was wearing a white sweater in winter, tilting his head and talking to him with a smile.

That look is so lofty that it makes people very strange.

But Wu Chu looked at the appearance in the photo many times, and it was indeed the Shen Qiuze he knew from memory.

It was the Shen Qiuze he knew, not the Shen Qiuze he knew.

The Shen Qiuze in his memory was quiet and desolate, with a little stubbornness of a young man. He liked to tilt his head and quietly look at his side, and his eyes would look very gentle when he smiled.

Especially when Wu Chu didn't speak, and when he raised his head by chance, he could catch Shen Qiuze's eyes on him almost every time.

There was a little tenderness in that kind of eyes, as if looking at a lost and recovered treasure, which could only be copied over and over again with eyes wrapped in love.

That kind of emotion was incompatible with Shen Qiuze's cold appearance, so it seemed extremely precious.

But now the Shen Qiuze in this photo is so indifferent, as if he is another person living under the skin of Shen Qiuze.

The demeanor in his eyes was completely different from the Shen Qiuze that Wu Chu was familiar with, but looking at his appearance, it was indeed Shen Qiuze again.

In the garage, Wu Chu took off his oily gloves, flipped through the next few photos, and stared blankly.

In the next few photos, Shen Qiuze turned his head slightly to a black-haired boy who couldn't see his face clearly, and seemed to be talking about something, with the softness that Wu Chu was familiar with.

In the next few photos, Shen Qiuze's expression was not gentle, but just gentle, but the gentleness towards the boy beside him also made Wu Chu stunned for a long time.

Du Hang in front of him stared blankly at him who took off his gloves, and was so excited that he couldn't wait for him to "catch rape" after he broke out.

After all, in the eyes of Du Hang, a person like Wu Chu is full of arrogance. Even if he is not favored in the Wu family, he has been fighting against him, the young master of the Du family, for so many years. Once soft.

Such a person, for the sake of a little lover, has torn face with his family, but later found out that the little lover kicked him outside to find another benefactor. Under such humiliation, he doesn't know what he will do to the little lover Come.

But Wu Chuzhi stood where he was, threw the photo to NF, and said to Du Hang in front of him without raising his eyelids, "You know a shit."

"He just went back to his mother's house."

Immediately, Du Hang, who had worked so hard to get the photos out, turned purple with anger, and looked at Wu Chu in disbelief.

Wu Chu looked at him calmly and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Washing the car?"

"It's 35 yuan a time, and membership is five yuan cheaper. If you really miss my love with Shen Qiuze, just become a member."

After finishing speaking, Wu Chu sincerely said to the man in front of him, "Qiu Ze and I will be very grateful to you."

"Are you leaving?"

Wu Chu shouted at the back of Du Hang, who was holding the car keys with a livid face and cursing all the way: "Are you really not going to wash the car?"

What responded to him was the loud bang when Du Hang slammed the car door shut.

Looking at the back of Du Hang walking away, Wu Chu stood where he was, silently looking at the scattered photos on the ground, bent down and squatted on the ground, and picked up the scattered photos one by one.

The photo is very clear, the person in the photo has an outstanding temperament, with long legs and broad shoulders, he looks like a character in a magazine poster, Wu Chu tore the photo clean while muttering, then threw the fragments of the photo into the trash with lowered eyes poke.