Chosen unlucky guy

Aunt Ting's good cooking skills of cooking soup and porridge were fully revealed at this time. The sticky porridge dripped down the seam of He Jingle's trousers and flowed from his crotch to his heel, but he didn't feel it. As if, he turned his head and walked towards the door; even when Xin Sui called him several times behind him, he pretended not to hear it. After a while, Xin Sui caught up and stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve: " Where are you going?"

For men of similar stature, no one can say that anyone is stronger than another, let alone the young master's violent temper, which is fierce, and he will not let it go.He made great efforts to shake off the opponent's hand, but finally he was willing to say a word: "I'm going back to school!"

"Oh," Xin Sui nodded without stopping, "Then you change your pants before you go, it's wet and uncomfortable."

"You don't care!" He Jingle was really sure that the other party was pretending not to understand, he turned his head, and decided to have a good argument with this hypocritical bastard right now, but when he turned around, he was stupid at first, because Xin Sui's tone of voice didn't match his current expression at all, to the point where he couldn't figure it out:

Why, it is obvious that the other party refuses to let me get to know each other better, but now it seems that I am the culprit of all this?

His arrogance weakened a lot in an instant, and finally he added very reluctantly: "...I don't have any pants at home."

There are not many trousers of the season in the closet left here, and now one pair has become torn rags, and the other looks like crumpled dried pickles on his body. He can't be asked to wear cotton trousers on the street in summer. let's go!

As soon as the words fell to the ground, he saw Xin Sui raising his eyebrows, as if he wanted to smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he took off the short-sleeved cardigan he was wearing outside without making a sound. , stopped him around his waist involuntarily, and then told him like a child: "Do this first, change it quickly when you go back, and then take a bath, do you hear me?"

"...Oh." He Jingle nodded subconsciously, and then remembered that he was still angry, and quickly pulled his face down again, but Xin Sui ignored it, so he had no choice but to find fault with himself, "I don't want to surround this , the girls are chirping, I don't like it."

"Do you want others to see you pee your crotch in the morning?" Xin Sui led him to the side of the road without even looking at him, took the car-hailing software to hail him a car, and then turned to look at him and continued. , "Don't squeeze the subway, so as not to feel uncomfortable."

He Jingle opened his mouth and found that he couldn't get angry at all.

He got in the car, scratched the edge of the window frame, looked at Xin Sui's expressionless face against the light, suddenly felt very unwilling, and asked, "How can I return the clothes to you? I'll go to your school another day after washing them?"

Xin Sui still said: "It's just a piece of clothing, it doesn't matter if you give it anytime."

"……Um."

The windows of the car were rolled up slowly, and the car carrying Young Master He finally sped away, slowly merged into the traffic flow of the morning rush hour, and also took away his hesitant words; but no one saw On the side of the road, Xin Sui took a deep breath, took out the mobile phone from his pocket that hadn't stopped calling since he hung up the phone in the morning, and clicked on the top phone number to call back.

Yue Mo only rang twice, and the other person picked up. He didn't know what he said. It was a long paragraph, but he didn't answer anything. On the bustling roadside in the early morning of summer, he was the only one who seemed to be living in the deep winter. They were all cold, and after a long time, they moved their lips and said:

"I see, Mom."

But no one can have an all-knowing perspective in the story. Even if all this has happened, He Jingle still doesn’t know anything in the few minutes after He Jingle left, only the wet trousers and the smell of Xin Sui on his body The clothes reminded him all the time: all this happened for real, he was rejected by Xin Sui, the second time.

This kind of self-moving behavior like a shaved head in a relationship finally made him feel very tired. He leaned on the back seat, opened social software idly, and sent them one by one to ask questions, first asking Yu Yehao :[are you busy today?I went to play with you? ]

Yu Yehao replied in seconds, but it was a pity that what he said was rejection: [No, young master, I have a department meeting to give a speech today, so I can't slip away. ]

Yu Ye could not do it well, and Xiang Kongshan naturally couldn't do it either: [Today? ...Don't you have class today, sorry Le Zi, I have to see the teacher later, I'm afraid I can't. ]

Further down, Ke Wenyao was full of classes, Lin Yan was working part-time, Yu Kangzhe went out to see the exhibition, and even Yan Yu joined a skateboarding club without him knowing, and had training in the afternoon, so he couldn't accompany him.

The news on the phone screen kept coming one after another, and it was very lively to watch. It was only after looking carefully that everyone had their own things to do, except him.

No one stays put forever, living with expired promises and memories, except him.

The car was still driving back to school. He Jingle had one arm across his face, his eyes were moist and warm. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Master, can you change the route? Go to Xingfu Street."

Fortunately, it was not difficult to make a temporary diversion, and the driver was considerate and didn't ask why this expensive-looking young man had to go to such a dilapidated and unattended street in the morning; He Jingle got out of the car alone, wearing his pants It was almost dry, and it was sticking hard to his leg. He took off Xin Sui's clothes and held them in his hand. He knocked on the big iron door again and shouted, "Mom! I'm here! Open the door." !"

The door opened, but it wasn't Ju Tingping standing in front of her. A woman with a pretty face who didn't look too old was standing at the door. When she saw him coming, she smiled happily and said in a low voice, "Xiao Le is here!" ?”

She welcomed He Jingle into the door, and then shouted loudly into the room: "Mom! Yuan Si is back!"

Another person ran out of the room, Ju Tingping still had reading glasses on his face, seeing that it was really him, he smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, "Hey, isn't this my son!"

"Mom," He Jingle went to hug her without seeing her at all. The smell of old soap on her clothes made his eyes start to heat up again. He whispered, "Did you eat well recently?...Did you take your medicine? I'll look at you Have you lost weight?"

"How can it be?" The young girl who opened the door for him went to the kitchen and brought out a plate of sliced ​​watermelon, "My mother eats everything delicious recently, and she even told me that she gained weight the other day!"

"That's good," He Jingle stretched out his hand to help her hold the things in his hands, the two looked at each other, and each of them looked away tacitly, he said, "Sister, how are you doing?"

"It's all good." The other party replied, picking watermelon from the plate for him to eat, and the moment their eyes met briefly, He Jingle coughed dryly, and said as calmly as possible, "By the way, sister, our mother always eats watermelon. That health pill..."

"It's enough to eat." Before he finished speaking, his words were interrupted, and the person on the other side didn't even give him a chance to finish his words, "My sister is here for everything, what are you worrying about?"

He Jingle shut his mouth abruptly.

The three of them chatted for a while in the small living room, and Ju Tingping felt a little exhausted—she seemed to be in a bad mood recently, and finally went back to the room to catch up on sleep under the persuasion of the remaining two; There were only the two of them siblings left in the room, He Jingle wanted to continue what he had just said, hesitantly said: "Sister Yuan Jun, don't treat me as an outsider—"

But Zhao Yuanjun just didn't want to continue this topic, she didn't even look at He Jingle, she just picked up another piece of watermelon on her own.

It is already summer, but she is still wearing a long-sleeved dark shirt, the cuffs are washed white, it can be seen that life is very difficult; but even so, she is still decent and almost dull, witnessing her poverty, as if Only those medicine money and bills that flow out like water at the end of the month: "Well, I know... Today's watermelon is very sweet, do you want another piece?"

"……Um."

The two sat together eating melons, wasting time doing nothing, and after a while, the doorbell rang suddenly. He Jingle was eager to break the current silent situation, so he ran to open the door, but there was a picture he had seen not long ago. Xin Sui's face: I saw Xin Sui wearing a red vest, he should have changed clothes after going back to school, and at this moment, he was also standing in the same place in astonishment, the two looked at each other, Zhao Yuanjun asked in the room: "Who is it?"

He Jingle slammed the door shut with a "bang".

"Multilevel marketing, tricking our mother into buying eggs."

He said.

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Sui: I'm not, I'm not