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Tang Zhi pretended to be angry and kicked the robot vacuum...

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm out of mouth." Seeing that the child was angry, Zhao Zhenhe quickly blocked it with a piece of paper, "Why did you suddenly have a nosebleed?"

Tang Zhi enjoyed Zhao Zhenhe's concern, raised his head, and put his hands in his pockets, tightly holding the empty donkey-hide gelatin package in the bag.

After a while of farce, the aunt yelled for lunch below.

After lunch, Tang Zhi dragged Tang Zhi into the game room to play games. Zhao Zhenhe didn't touch these things very much at ordinary times. Tang Zhi taught him by hand, and he got used to it very quickly. He even won Tang Zhi in one of the five rounds.

The two of them were together, time passed quickly, before they noticed it, it was time for dinner again, Zhao Zhenhe stood up and was about to leave, took Tang Zhi and held him back, "If you leave, you won't treat me as a brother."

Zhao Zhenhe replied honestly, "I never regarded you as a brother."

Tang Zhi: "..."

When Zhao Zhenhe said this, Tang Zhi would still let him go. Originally, he still had a 20.00% chance of leaving, but now that he said it this way, it was not even [-]%.

Veteran cadre Zhao talks about love... who can bear it.

As a result, until nine o'clock in the evening——

"Next." Tang Zhi threw the pillow in his hand to Zhao Zhenhe, "The pillow I found for you, do you want to sleep on the inside or on the right side?"

After finishing speaking, Tang Zhi patted the bed vigorously with his hand, he looked very much like the romantic young man in the ancient red mansion who begged for a beauty.

Zhao Zhenhe: "...." Before he knew it, he had already washed up at Tang Zhi's house... Young Master Tang was indeed the King of Gu in the world.

"I can sleep anywhere."

Tang Zhi knew that Zhao Zhenhe kept in good health and went to bed early, so he didn't bother him anymore, but slowly flipped through an original German book, flipping the pages with his knuckle fingers.

When Tang Zhi was not speaking, he was as perfect as a statue. His skin was so fair that it shone under the light, and he had a unique sense of beauty. The curve of his chin was too perfect, with clear and delicate outlines.

Zhao Zhenhe couldn't help but look at it for a while.

Tang Zhi turned his head and caught him straight, "Student Zhao, are you fascinated by your boyfriend...Taking this opportunity, I will let you see wherever you want. There is no such shop in this village. .”

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

Facts have proved that after passing this village, there are all Tang Zhi's shops. Until Zhao Zhenhe was in a daze and was about to fall in love with his eyes. There are several creases.

The wind blows outside the window, and gradually there is the sound of rain, but it is just a burst, coming and going quickly, and the leaves are falling.

The two of them gradually fell asleep——

In the middle of the night, Zhao Zhenhe woke up from the cold. He opened his eyes from the blur, and found that Tang Zhi was grabbing the quilt, lying on him like a koala, rolling away the quilt layer by layer.

Zhao Zhenhe paused, didn't have the heart to snatch the quilt back, took his down jacket from the end of the bed and covered it, and fell asleep again with a little bit of cold air.

The next day, Zhao Zhenhe woke up with a swollen head. He supported his body and looked at Tang Zhi who had woken up earlier.

"You're awake." Tang Zhi grabbed the quilt in his hand, "Tell me..."

Zhao Zhenhe saw that the quilt Tang Zhi was holding... was the big piece that was snatched from him yesterday, "It's fine, don't worry about it."

"How can I not care?" Tang Zhi said, "How can I get you into the habit of kicking the quilt?"

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

After breakfast, the two of them went out to the supermarket halfway up the mountain to buy things. There were no people on the winding mountain road, and there were a few early runners here and there.

Because it had rained last night, there was mist in the air, wet and mixed with the smell of soil.

As far as the art district, there were more and more talents. They walked through the Jiangnan alley they had entered before, and a group of people were noisy around it.

The man surrounded by the crowd in the middle was tall and thin. Zhao Zhenhe looked up and saw that it was not someone else, but the boss of the tea place yesterday.

The boss held a painting and tapped it with a fan, "I didn't say, Lao Wang, you bought this painting too cheaply."

"Yes, Boss Jia." The old man called Lao Wang is a very simple-looking old man, "I didn't expect this painting by Daqian to sell so cheaply. I only cost 20 yuan for an authentic painting. You know the auction It doesn’t matter how much you do..”

Lao Wang stretched out his hand and slapped him, "There is no one below 100 million."

The crowd watched the excitement and exclaimed.

Boss Jia said, "Sure enough, you can't go to the auction house to buy these antiques, but they are too cheap. Have you sent them for inspection?"

"Not yet." Old Wang arched his fist, "Isn't this waiting for Boss Jia to come and take a look for me?"

Tang Zhi pulled Zhao Zhenhe closer to the crowd, and saw Mr. Jia unfolding his fan, carefully observing the details of the landscape painting, waterfalls, cirrus clouds, yellow pine, and the strength and smudges, all of which are in line with the characteristics of the famous artist Zhang Daqian .

It seems true—

But this scroll doesn’t look like the material from the 80s, and it always feels weird. There are also several famous painting collectors around, and they all frowned, wondering along with Boss Jia.

"Hey, the young master of the Tang family is here!" Lao Wang raised his eyes to see Tang Zhi, and waved to him quickly, "You are very knowledgeable, come and help us find out if this painting is Zhang Daqian's own handwriting."

Tang Zhi didn't hesitate, he stepped forward with his long legs, looked carefully at the scroll and the picture, and didn't see anything, so don't come, "Zhenhe... Come on, don't you like landscape paintings... come and help have a look."

Zhao Zhenhe had been in a daze, but was suddenly called out, so he had no choice but to move forward under the eyes of everyone.

A group of old men stared at Zhao Zhenhe, such a young man, what can he see.

"This is not the real work." Zhao Zhenhe said concisely.

After hearing this for a while, the old man stared angrily... They watched for a long time but couldn't tell, where did the brat come from, and he said lies as soon as he came up.

"Why is it fake?" Old Wang snatched his painting back from Zhao Zhenhe's hand, "Where did you get the evidence that this is not Zhang Daqian's authentic work!"

Tang Zhi was also very curious, he didn't see it after looking at it for a long time, how could Zhao Mutou see it at a glance?

"Look at the signature of this painting." Zhao Zhenhe pointed to the end of the painting with his long fingers, "Zhang Daqian——"

Pharaoh: "..."

Boss Jia: "..."

It took so long for a group of literati and scholars, damn it...it wasn't Zhang Daqian, it was Zhang Daqian.

The two didn't stay in this awkward silence for long, Tang Zhi greeted them and left with Zhao Zhenhe.

It was only after walking out of the alley that Tang Zhi began to laugh, as if he had been poked into a laughing hole, until finally he was lying on Zhao Zhenhe's shoulder, his whole body was exhausted.

"I bought Zhang Dagan for 20 yuan." After speaking, Tang Zhi started laughing again. Although Zhao Zhenhe didn't understand why he was so happy, seeing the child smiling so happily made him feel good.

In the supermarket, Zhao Zhenhe picked out some daily necessities for Tang Zhi. The toothbrush at home was almost used up, and there were garbage bags——Tang Zhi was a bit obsessed with personal space cleanliness. He usually cleaned his bedroom by himself without letting the nanny get started.

The plants were sold on the basement floor of the supermarket. Zhao Zhenhe stared there for a long time with relish, looking at the green radish and the spider plant, so intently that the shopkeeper thought they were here to steal.

Tang Zhi held the candy box he bought and looked at it in amazement... Also, veteran cadres like to raise some green plants and so on...

Zhao Zhenhe's house is already filled with these green plants... He sighed in his heart, he will take care of the house first before buying. In the end, he picked a medium-sized cactus and handed it to Tang Zhi after paying.

"Give it to you."

"Huh?" Tang Zhi raised his brows, and found that Zhao Zhenhe specially picked out a cactus with a flower pot with a Spiderman pattern on it for him. "Thanks..."

Zhao Zhenhe said embarrassingly, "You usually use the computer a lot, to protect against radiation."

"Okay." Tang Zhi raised the corners of his lips, "That's what your boyfriend says."

Zhao Zhenhe lowered his head again... Although the child is six years younger than himself, when he smiles, he is not a child at all...

Ma Ma.

In the past few days, Tang Zhi basically called out Zhao Zhenhe whenever he was free, either to eat or watch a movie, and he tried to find a way to keep Zhao Zhenhe and not let him go home.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were lying at home, starting to think of a name for their future grandson.

For three full months, Zhao Zhenhe slept in his own bed for 15 days, and slept in Tang Zhi's house for the rest of the time. He even had an illusion...the two of them had already lived together.

There are two pairs of toothbrushes, two pairs of towels, two pairs of slippers, two pairs...unconsciously, so many details have accumulated.

In order to keep Zhao Zhenhe, Tang Zhi thought of several ways, asked his aunt to help cook various health meals, moved different green plants to the house...

In the end, he found that it was most useful to change the TV in the living room from wireless TV to digital TV. The digital one had "The Happy Life of Lao Niu's Family". Zhao Zhenhe sat on the sofa and watched the live broadcast every day.

Zhao Zhenhe didn't go to Tang Zhi's house today because he wanted to send the car to the workshop for inspection. He took a book and waited for his batch in the lobby.

There were people coming and going in the workshop, and a few children were playing minesweeping on the public computer in the hall, making "puff" and "puff" sounds, and their parents urged them impatiently. Ray hasn't swept it yet.

When Zhao Zhenhe saw page 160, his phone vibrated, and he swiped the screen—it was Tang Zhi.

"Where are you?" Tang Zhi's voice on the phone sounded aggrieved, "You haven't come to my house for a long time."

Just as Zhao Zhenhe was about to answer, Tang Zhi on the other end of the phone continued, "I remember the last time you came was yesterday."

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."