bad kid

Ruan Zhimu drunkenly asked Yan Yue to help him to the subway station.

And the subway.

With this look, I'm afraid I'd have to vomit as soon as I got on the subway.

Yan Yue called a taxi.

Ruan Zhimu was so drunk that he was half asleep, clutching his wallet tightly, and shouting, "I stole the money..."

Passers-by around turned their heads and looked at the driver warily.

Master driver: "..."

"Don't worry about him," Yan Yue took his wallet directly, took out a 50 yuan note and handed it to the driver, "Tongguan District, I'm in trouble."

Ruan Zhimu was still nagging until he got home, scolding Yan Yue for not being in charge of the family and not knowing how expensive Chai Migui is.

The smell of wine is smoky.

Yan Yue threw him on the bed with disgust: "This is indeed not my house."

Ruan Zhimu rolled in, hugged the pillow and howled: "Do you still have a conscience? I have taken care of you for so many days anyway. I am a fucking young, strong and good young man. I have not yet married, so I started to talk to you." I brought up a baby..."

Yan Yue: "I'm not a three-year-old child."

Ruan Zhimu: "You are more difficult to take care of than a three-year-old child. You have a bad temper and are disobedient. I feed the child candy and he hugs my leg and calls you brother... You are an unfamiliar dog."

Yan Yue's face was cloudy and uncertain.

When I heard "It's harder to take care of than a three-year-old child", my face fell down, and then I heard "I don't know a dog well", and my face became even darker.

Yan Yue: "You fucking have raised me for a few days and then scolded me for not being familiar with it."

It didn't seem right to fight back like this, it was limp, as if admitting that he was a dog.

Yan Yue felt that he was talking nonsense with anger.

Anyway, Ruan Zhimu is also drunk, so don't worry about him remembering it the next day.

Ruan Zhimu closed his eyes and muttered: "Headache..."

It hurts so bad you forget it.

Ruan Zhimu was so annoying, he groaned and chirped for a long time, yelling for pain, scolding him for being a white-eyed wolf, and after a while, he began to settle accounts.

Yan Yue had never seen such a nagging person.

Ruan Zhimu calculated from how much he spent on breakfast, to transportation expenses, water and electricity expenses, broadband expenses, phone bills, the cost of the Thai meal at night, medical expenses...

Actually accurate to two decimal places.

Yan Yue reminded him: "There is star fruit."

It is true that I have trouble with carambola in this life.

Ruan Zhimu was weak: "Stand back a little bit, my mother is in so much pain that I want to smash my head with starfruit..."

Yan Yue watched him rolling around with his pillow in his arms, feeling very annoyed, so he soaked in honey water, washed a cold towel, and put it on his forehead.

"stand up."

Ruan Zhimu: "I can't get up, I'm a puddle of mud, I have no energy..."

"You just save half the energy of speaking."

Yan Yue confessed, put the honey water on the head of the bed, supported him up by his armpits, and handed the cup to his mouth.

Ruan Zhimu was finally quiet.

His cheeks were drunk, and his collarbone was also stained red. With his eyes closed, he took small sips. A little sweet juice overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he would immediately stick out his tongue to lick it, muttering "can't be wasted...".

Yan Yue stared at the tip of his tongue for a second, then looked away.

Ruan Zhimu burped: "I'm about to vomit..."

Yan Yue put the water glass on the bedside table: "It deserves it."

Obviously I couldn't eat that much food, but I was afraid of wasting, so I ate most of it desperately, and even packed up what I couldn't eat.

He obviously doesn't seem to be short of money, so why is he so stingy.

Even if you want to save money to buy a house, you don't have to work so hard.

The smell of alcohol on the bed was a bit heavy, Yan Yue frowned, and wanted to wash up and go to sleep.

Ruan Zhimu hugged his arm tightly, and entangled him with a slight movement.

Yan Yue struggled a few times without moving, so he had to stop.

Ruan Zhimu closed his eyes and squinted for a while, then suddenly opened them: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Yan Yue: "..."

Ruan Zhimu: "Oh, by the way, go and help me get the razor from the drawer."

Yan Yue: "In the middle of the night, what kind of razor do you have?"

Ruan Zhimu buried his head in the quilt, his voice was muffled in his throat: "I want...give it to Yan Yue."

Yan Yue thought he heard it wrong: "To whom?"

"I wanted to give it to him on the first day as a gift, but Teacher Yan said...his monthly pocket money is more than my salary and living expenses combined, and the razor is also custom-made by a luxury brand...I am embarrassed Take it out."

Yan Yue paused.

Ruan Zhimu giggled, and then wept again:

"Damn it, why are people's lives so different? I work and study from morning to night, and I have everything since I was born. It's not rare at all..."

Yan Yue remained silent.

Ruan Zhimu: "But it doesn't matter, you can't be rich for three generations."

Yan Yue: "..."

Ruan Zhimu said to himself: "Feng Shui turns around. I believe that in time, he will become a poor and lower-middle peasant one day. At that time, I will go to the local tyrants to divide the land, and the people will be the masters from now on."

Why is it still cursed.

"Go," Ruan Zhimu yelled at him, "Get it for me! Damn it, it cost me more than 200. He doesn't want it, I want it, I use it myself!"

Yan Yue: "You haven't sent it yet, how do you know he doesn't want it?"

Unable to stop Ruan Zhimu from rolling over, he got up and opened the desk drawer.

There are not many things in the drawer, a few pens, an accounting book, and other daily necessities.

Yan Yue flipped through it, a little impatient looking for it, and simply threw a few boxes on the bed: "Find it yourself."

Ruan Zhimu really lay down on the bed and began to search carefully.

"Not this...not this...um..."

Yan Yue touched a long thing wrapped in black velvet cloth, which looked like a razor package: "Isn't this?"

Ruan Zhimu looked over: "Ah..."

When his eyes were in focus, for some reason, his face suddenly flushed red, he snatched the thing away and stuffed it under his palm.

Yan Yue: "?"

Ruan Zhimu's voice was muffled in the pillow: "No."

Yan Yue: "No, no, why are you so nervous, I won't snatch."

He's really free, talking so much to a drunk.

Yan Yue rubbed his temples, got up from the bed, and prepared to go back to his room to sleep.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the shape of something in black velvet cloth.

Because Ruan Zhimu pressed it, it showed a clear shape.

Although it looks similar to a razor, the head is not a square blade, but round and streamlined.

Still a little rough.

……

Yan Yue's gaze stayed for a long time before he retracted: "I'm going back to sleep."

Ruan Zhimu's head was stuffed under the quilt, and he didn't talk to him again, wondering if he fell asleep.

-

It has been almost a month since Yan Yue came to City A.

Except for the fight at the beginning of school, Yan Yue never made any other troubles.

Ruan Zhimu gradually grasped some rules. Yan Yue was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to find fault. He usually concentrated on playing games and tinkering with the camera, but once someone made him unhappy, he would definitely strike hard.

Highlight that if a person does not offend me, I will not offend him. If someone offends me, I will kill the grass.

Ruan Zhimu is not interested in Yan Yue's study, and has always been diving in the parent group, and will not take the initiative to ask the teacher about Yan Yue's situation.

Occasionally, I went in to take a look when I was free. Parents were often arguing. Some children were tired of studying and skipping classes and blamed the school for not closing the door properly. For those who transferred to another class, some of them posted links to the group in the middle of the night, and it was very lively.

Ruan Zhimu watched it with gusto, chasing after a large group like a series.

Occasionally there are small quizzes that require parents to sign after reading them.

Ruan Zhimu was a little surprised that Yan Yue's grades were not bad. There were 50 people in the class, and Yan Yue basically ranked 30-40, not as bad as Yan Minghua said.

As expected of a well-known key middle school, Ruan Zhimu thought, in just one month, crooked seedlings can be straightened.

The experimental middle school has a monthly exam at the end of each month, and the report card must be sent to the parents.

Ruan Zhimu called Yan Minghua specifically, told Yan Yue that his grades had improved a lot, and asked them to wait for the report card at the end of the month.

Yan Minghua was also very happy, and said that he would invite him to dinner for a while.

Ruan Zhimu went to class to write papers as usual, and squeezed time to earn extra money. Besides, as long as he cooked some food for Yan Yue, the money would be credited to his account.

Once the money was in place, he was in a good mood, and Ruan Zhimu became more pleasing to Yan Yue.

When eating dinner, he smiled and asked Yan Yue twice if he wanted more food.

Yan Yue: "...What are you laughing at?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Smile when you're happy. Smile when you're ten years old."

Yan Yue frowned: "Is there anything to be happy about?"

Ruan Zhimu: "It's nothing... Are you going to release your monthly exam results tomorrow?"

Yan Yue: "Yes."

Ruan Zhimu gave him the fattest chicken leg on the plate: "It was hard work a while ago, so you should eat more and supplement your nutrition. When the results come out, your father and uncle must be very happy."

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Yan Yue glanced at him, then at the drumstick, thoughtful.

The next day, the wedding agency settled this month's wages, and the Yan family's boarding fee also arrived.

Ruan Zhimu was eating sliced ​​noodles at the noodle shop, happily counting the extra numbers in his bank card, and added an extra portion of beef boldly.

Men should be tough on themselves.

The phone rang suddenly.

The caller ID is Yan Minghua.

Yan Minghua has always been serious about his work and rarely calls him during working hours during the day.

Ruan Zhimu thought, this is the report card has been sent, and Teacher Yan came here to share the joy with him?

Ruan Zhimu cleared his throat: "Hello, Teacher Yan."

Yan Minghua sternly said:

"Xiao Ruan, what's the matter, just received the report card, Xiaoyue got the bottom one in the class?! Is there something wrong? Although his grades were not good before, he never got the bottom one in the exam! "

Ruan Zhimu was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Yan Minghua: "Except for Chinese, everything else failed! Yan Yue sent the report card to his father's company, and specially copied dozens of copies, and sent one copy to the company's senior management."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

"Now everyone in the company knows that the boss's son got the last place in the exam, and Yan Yue's father was so angry that he tore up the letter paper, saying that he would sever ties with Yan Yue."

Yan Minghua sighed:

"If you hadn't told me that his grades had improved, my father and I wouldn't have had such high expectations... His grades were almost almost there, so there's no need to deceive us... You, oh..."

Ruan Zhimu has experienced many embarrassing moments in his life.

But it has never been like this, I really want to pack the phone into the outer space and launch it into outer space with a cosmic quantum wave explosion and destroy the world.

Ruan Zhimu: "Yan Yue has indeed improved recently... Don't worry, I don't have class in the afternoon, and I will go to school to communicate with the teacher as soon as school is over..."

Yan Minghua: "Thank you for your hard work, his father is angry now, I can't leave work..."

Ruan Zhimu: "Well, I know, don't worry, maybe the grades are wrong."

Ruan Zhimu hung up the phone.

Wechat shows that there is a new message, which is from the head teacher: [Mr. Ruan, please come by after school, let's talk. 】

Ruan Zhimu: [Okay, received]

He took a deep breath and called to the waiter girl: "Add an fried egg for me."

Thinking of going to face the storm soon, Ruan Zhimu had already started to have a headache.

Only good food can make up for the mental trauma.

Little sister: "Okay sir."

But a fried egg costs two yuan, and the loss of money can make people mentally traumatized again.

Ruan Zhimu grabbed the little girl's cuff: "Wait, or don't add it first."

Little sister: "?"

Temporary comfort may heal the burn of the soul.

Ruan Zhimu: "...how about adding one more."

Little sister: "..."

The little girl managed to maintain a smile: "Sir, do you want to add or not, please have an accurate answer."

"... plus," Ruan Zhimu said sadly, "Even if you add a few more points, you won't be the last one."

The author says:

The soft baby who is reluctant to eat fried eggs (cries