chase a hammer

In the silent living room, the man stood up and walked to his room. Not long after, he walked out of the room with clean new towels and clothes.

Wu Chu sat on the chair with his back bent, his red eyes were choking from his throat, and suddenly a soft towel was covered over his head.

Yin Jin stood in front of the wet Wu Chu, his throat moved and his eyes lowered, and said, "Go take a bath."

The boy covered by the large towel didn't speak, his brows and eyes were covered by the towel, only showing his tightly pursed and whitish lips.

A few minutes later, the boy who looked like a wet wild dog was walking towards the bathroom with a large towel on his head.

Yin Jin sat on the sofa and looked at the handbag that Wu Chu put on the tea table. The handbag was slightly damp with water, and the place with the brand logo was limp.

However, the entire handbag was not soaked in much water. It could be seen that the boy without an umbrella had protected the handbag well, but in the end he didn't send it out.

Still can't say.

Yin Jin was a little irritable. He looked up at the bathroom, remembering Wu Chu's eyes reddened and his back bent sobbing just now, and fell silent.

An inexplicable feeling surged up, and Yin Jin couldn't tell whether it was regret or something else, but he felt a heavy breath in his heart, which was pressed heavily on his heart.

Ten minutes later, in the living room, the man said to Wu Chu who was rubbing his hair on the other side of the sofa, "Extend your hand."

Wu Chu, who was wiping his hair sullenly, pursed his lips, and turned his head away from looking in the direction of the man. His eyelids were still slightly red, which seemed to have faded a lot from the steam, making his sharp facial features soften.

He turned his head and didn't look at Yin Jin. After hearing Yin Jin's words, he hesitated and stretched out a hand.

Yin Jin looked at the outstretched arm, frowned and said lightly, "The other hand."

Wu Chu looked a little annoyed, he raised his hand to wipe his hair, and passed it with another hand. A few seconds later, the wound on the back of his hand, which was soaked white by the rain, suddenly felt a burning pain, which irritated his face. Something twisted.

Wu Chu raised his head with a frown, and saw the man in front of him taking a cotton swab soaked in alcohol to treat the wound on the back of his hand slowly, while lowering his eyes and asking coolly, "Why do you move?"

"Isn't it amazing? I've been standing for four hours,"

"Are you still afraid of this little pain?"

Wu Chu remained silent, looking cold from the side.

Under the bright light, the man with deep and sharp eyebrows lightened his movements, and lowered his eyes to treat the wound on the back of the hand for the boy in front of him. There was the sound of pattering rain outside, and the room was so quiet that only the wall clock could be heard. The sound of walking.

The boy in front of him should use lemon-flavored soap to take a bath. It is refreshing and has a little steaming heat from a young man, and it penetrates into the nasal cavity. It is very light, and you can hardly smell it unless you get close.

The dignified man tore off a section of the bandage, and slowly tied the wound on the back of Wu Chu's hand into a beautiful little bowknot. The two small tails stood proudly and festively.

Wu Chu: "..."

He frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "What the hell?"

Wu Chu stretched out his hand to tear it off, when he heard the man put the scissors for cutting the bandage aside, and said coolly: "If you don't want to bandage me up, just tell me, I'll call a car for you now and take you downstairs .”

"By the way, don't take your big black umbrella, just stand downstairs in the rain."

"Just like in the TV series, you howl a few more times, and then wait for him to come down."

Wu Chugang silently retracted the finger that touched the butterfly tail, and heard the man casually say: "Tear it down, why don't you tear it down?"

Wu Chu was silent for a while, and honestly said to the back of the hand that was helping the bow tie: "I won't take it apart, it's very pretty."

Yin Jin glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Then I'm really embarrassing now, and I haven't been scolded yet for mentioning him."

Wu Chu: "..."

Not to mention, an idiot like Du Hang really got beaten up once he scolded Shen Qiuze in front of him, but this idiot still has a short memory, and the next time he saw him, he would continue to scold him with a red neck.

But obviously, he was a lot more tolerant towards the man in front of him, and he didn't know it was because the man in front of him was better-looking than that idiot Du Hang.

The nose, eyes, and mouth are so pretty.

Wu Chu only thought that the man was scolded by him just now, scratched his hair, and muttered in silence for a while: "I'm not scolding you, it's because he's really not that kind of person."

"You'll understand when you see him, he's very obedient and quiet."

Yin Jin sneered in his heart. He looked at Wu Chu's serious explanation to him, narrowing his long and narrow eyes.

Like to be nice?quiet?

Really like a young boy in adolescence, he likes those little white flowers.

Wu Chu suddenly stopped while explaining, scratched his hair and muttered, "Forget it, you won't understand even if I say it."

He should know shit.

With a cold face, Yin Jin simply got up and walked to the room.

The door of his room was slightly opened, and the packed suitcase could be seen from inside. The man closed the door, leaned against the simple desk, casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and lit a cigarette with his head down and his eyes squinted. .

There was the sound of pattering rain in the narrow room, and the damp and cool rain vapor came in densely from the windows and doors, as if wrapping a certain part of the heart.

meet by chance?

The man flicked the cigarette ash with a sneer, his eyes deepened a little.

What a fart to meet by chance.

He would rather stay here and continue to watch how white and clean Wu Chu's little white flower is.

Only then can Wu Chu be so fascinated.

He was not a good person before, and he was not interested in picking up a vigilant stray dog ​​from the street.

But now the lower shelf of the refrigerator in the living room is frozen with bones, and it is Wu Chu who will cook it for him tomorrow, and the clothes he bought for Wu Chu are still in the washing machine, which is his apology for Wu Chu's spoiled underwear.

The rustic boy frowned every time and said it fiercely, because he didn't look good, but sometimes as long as he coaxed him, the boy would take it with a blank face and put his head back on.

He was not interested before, but now he is suddenly interested.

The man pinched out his cigarette, dialed a phone number to his old friend, and after speaking a few words, he heard the old friend on the other end of the phone raise his voice, "No more calls?!"

"I've saved all the wine for you, you can't tell me back?!"

Yin Jin pulled the phone away a little, and said lazily: "Well, I won't return it for now."

The old friend clicked his tongue and said depressedly: "That shitty place, you won't go back if you say you won't?"

"You can bear it?"

"You tell me the truth, why don't you come back?"

Yin Jin raised his eyes to look at the yellowed window sills, moved his lips, and said absent-mindedly for a while: "I'm afraid that the spider plants raised here will be raised to death."

The old friend was silent for a moment, and then cursed loudly: "You're just lying to ghosts. What kind of broken spider plant, can't you take it away?"

Yin Jin said perfunctorily, "This Chlorophytum doesn't want to leave."

"If you move the ground, he will make trouble with you."

"And this broken Chlorophytum is not mine."

The old friend on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth and said: "Make it up, you can continue to make it up, I have lived eight lifetimes, and I have never seen a spider plant for you to raise."

Yin Jin calmed down and said leisurely: "I didn't raise it before, but can I raise it now?"

The old friend sneered, hung up the phone, raised his eyebrows at the other old friends in the private room, and said, "That bastard Yin Jin can't talk back, and he raised a little Chlorophytum outside, and he was so fascinated by it." .”

Suddenly there was a commotion in the box. They all knew Yin Jin's temperament, and they laughed and asked the old friend about Xiao Diaolan. Go, I can't ask anything on the phone."

The old friends looked at each other a few times, raised their eyebrows and said, "I remember that the place he lives in is a suburb?"

"Take some time to meet his little Chlorophytum?"

The men in the box nodded tacitly and happily, and settled down happily.

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Early the next morning, Yin Jin, who put the storage box and suitcase back last night, heard the movement in the kitchen early in the morning. After washing up, he looked at the boys who were busy in the kitchen, and said with a bit of reserve: "No need. Do that much."

Wu Chu looked at him with raised eyebrows in surprise, then nodded.

Ten minutes later, when Wu Chu brought the prepared breakfast to the dining table, he saw the man looking at him silently.

Wu Chu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Why?"

Yin Jin looked at the few simple side dishes in front of him, and then at the exquisite dishes in the insulated lunch box in front of Wu Chu, he said calmly, "Why is mine like this?"

Wu Chu has never been picky about food, let alone preparing a few exquisite dishes in the kitchen in the early morning and putting them in an insulated box for lunch.

Wu Chu glanced at the few simple dishes in front of the man, then looked at the exquisite lunch box in his hand and paused, "This is for him."

Yin Jin: "..."

He used to think that Wu Chu's cooking was delicious, but he didn't pay attention to the presentation, but now seeing the boy's cautious appearance, he seemed to wish he could carve a flower on the lunch box.

Seemingly seeing Yin Jin's displeasure, Wu Chu grabbed a handful of chopped green onions, rubbed them perfunctorily and sprinkled them into the bowl of porridge that Yin Jin was scooping up, and coaxed perfunctorily, "Your ones are also exquisite."

Yin Jin was expressionless, thinking with a sneer that he should pack up his things and leave the rental house overnight.

Looking at the boy who was holding the chopsticks and laying out shredded carrots one by one, Yin Jin said coolly, "You ran from the east of the city to the west of the city to deliver food to him?"

Wu Chu watched with satisfaction that each piece of carrots was neat and tidy, and replied, "He brought me food at the beginning, but now he is unhappy and it's my turn to deliver food to him."

Yin Jin sneered, and said calmly, "Are you making youth idol dramas?"

"Who told you that you have to squat downstairs every day to deliver food to people when chasing someone?"

"Youth pain idol dramas 20 years ago don't like this anymore, Wu Chu."

Wu Chu, who put the lid on the lunch box, poked his neck and said plausibly, "Fart, that's how he chased me back then."

Yin Jin picked up a pinch of cucumber shreds with chopsticks, looked at the boy with some surprise and said, "So you are very proud?"

Wu Chu: "..."

He slammed the lunch box into a paper bag cursingly, and muttered with a little grumpiness: "If he doesn't accept it, I will deliver it every day."

"When will you forgive me?"

Yin Jin frowned and picked out the scallions that the boy had sprinkled in perfunctorily in the porridge, and heard the boy continue to cheer and say, "I'll give it back."

Yin Jin: "..."

Listening to Wu Chu's tone, it seemed that he had already imagined the scene where the person he liked forgives and then leaves, and the bandaged bow on the back of his hand wobbled violently.

Yin Jin put down his chopsticks and said calmly to Wu Chu, "So I can only eat these things?"

Wu Chu looked at him strangely and said, "Otherwise, what else do you want to eat?"

Seeing the man's expressionless face, Wu Chu sighed, Kou Kou snatched a piece of meat out of the lunch box, reluctantly put it in front of the plate in front of the man, and said loudly, "Okay, let's eat."