Dead rivals overturned each other

Zhou Liang found a clean and loose sports suit, took off his scarf, and took the suit into the bathroom.

However, within two seconds of entering, he opened the door again, stared at Xiao Jiazhen expressionlessly, and pointed to the scarf on the bed at the same time:

"You are not allowed to touch."

Then went in again.

The blue veins on Xiao Jiazhen's forehead twitched. Although he was a fan of Xu Zhuo, he wouldn't do the crazy act of stealing the scarf, okay?

After Zhou Liang had finished taking a shower, he went downstairs with Xiao Jiazhen, just as dinner had just been prepared.

After looking around, I didn't see Xu Zhuo's figure. I was about to ask Zhang Miduo when I heard someone trotting in.

It was Xu Zhuo who came.

At this time, he was holding a lot of plastic bags in his hand, and he piled them on the sofa in one breath, "I kept it in the trunk and almost forgot. This is a scarf I bought for everyone. The style may be a bit monotonous. Don't be surprised, you can choose one." the color you like."

The guests all gathered around.

Leaving Zhou Mu sitting on the seat alone.

Xiao Jiazhen held back his laughter and whispered in his ear: "It turns out that everyone has a share."

Xu Zhuo and Zhou Liang looked at each other, the latter pursed his lips lightly, and then Xu Zhuo came over.

Zhou Liang leaned back on the chair angrily, watching Xu Zhuo take a Klein blue scarf and hand it to Xiao Jiazhen.

Xiao Jiazhen took it flattered, "Do I have it too?! Thank you Huohuo!"

Xu Zhuo smiled at him, and went back to the sofa.

Xiao Jiazhen was almost ecstatic. No fan could remain calm when receiving a gift from his idol. He covered his face with the scarf, "Woo—so happy."

Then Zhou Liang's cool voice came from next to my ear, "Go and glue the hair on my coat, if I see a hair left."

He didn't finish the rest.

Xiao Jiazhen:? ?

You are the one who is not sticky, and you are the one who wants to be sticky. How can you think that if you come out, you will come out, I shouldn't come to this class!

Xiao Jiazhen stomped his feet, and went upstairs to glue his hair wearing a scarf.

Zhou Liang stared intently at the sofa, Xu Zhuo stood in the center of the crowd, and introduced with a smile: "I bought this scarf at the pedestrian street in the city center, and the seller is a grandmother in her 70s. Her husband has diabetes, and she earns some money by selling scarves." The money for medical treatment, just walk about 100 meters to the south after coming out of the trendy shopping mall..."

When Xu Zhuo said these words, he had a casual tone like chatting, but Zhou Liang glanced at the photographer who had been following the camera on the sofa.

He could see that Xu Zhuo was doing his best for the old man.

The depression in Zhou Liang's heart dissipated immediately. He picked up the mug and covered the corners of his lips while drinking water.

Many years have passed, and Zhou Liang finds it strange that he can still clearly state why he likes this person.

-

This heavy rain did not show any real signs of coming until the next day. Bits of rain hit the windows,

Xu Zhuo was humming a ditty while spraying his hair with hairspray in front of the full-length mirror.Originally, I planned to tidy up casually, but seeing that there was still plenty of time, and I was idle, so I seriously dressed up.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside, and Zhou Liang asked:

"Are you awake? They are all watching the third episode in the lobby, do you want to go together... you want to go out?"

Xu Zhuo hummed.

Zhou Liang looked out the window, "It feels like there will be heavy rain soon."

Xu Zhuo carried a sports shoulder bag, "Yes, I will remember to bring an umbrella."

Zhou Liang paused, usually Xu Zhuo would directly tell him what he was going out for, but not today.Thinking of the two days, there has been a printed script on the table, Xu Zhuo may be going out to deal with work, which is extremely important, otherwise he would not have to go out now.

"Then I'll drive you off." Zhou Mu was about to change his clothes.

Xu Zhuo waved his hand, "No need, if you will be my assistant for another day today, will you have to pay me back for another day tomorrow? I have already figured out your routine."

Zhou Liang had no choice but to see that he insisted on leaving by himself, so he asked him to wait.

Xu Zhuo watched suspiciously as Zhou Liang took out a dropper-like thing from the medicine box, and when he got closer, he found that it was a powdered medicine for oral ulcers.

"When did you buy it?" Xu Zhuo was startled and asked.

Zhou Liang: "I ordered takeaway yesterday. Now that I think about it, I seem to be giving you medicine all the time."

As he said that, he was about to reach out to pull Xu Zhuo's pants, but the latter quickly clinging to the belt, "I remember to apply Yunnan Baiyao every day, and the bruise has almost disappeared, so don't worry about it."

Zhou Liang raised his chin, motioning for him to open his mouth.

Xu Zhuo was a little embarrassed, "Then what, I can actually wipe it myself..."

Zhou Mu's fingers touched his lips, "Aren't you rushing out? Hurry up."

Only then did Xu Zhuo open his mouth. Zhou Liang found the wound, unscrewed the medicine cap, and pressed on the wound, "Drink water after a while."

"Ang." Xu Zhuo took a deep breath when he responded, just inhaled some medicine powder into his throat, and sneezed violently due to itching.

The extruded medicine powder was immediately blown onto Zhou Liang's face.

The powder was dark brown, and Zhou Liang seemed to have rolled his face in the mud.

The air was still for a moment.

Embarrassed and funny at the same time, Xu Zhuo tried to hold back, his face turned red, waiting for Zhou Liang's anger.

I don't want Zhou Liang to keep his movements still, and his tone is as usual, "Laugh after painting."

Then leaned over again and squeezed the medicine on the wound.

Xu Zhuo stared blankly at his painted face.

Although Zhou Mu's tone had nothing to do with the word gentle, he actually felt the purest concern at this moment, was it because he was sick?

This time it went smoothly.

Xu Zhuo took the initiative to hand him a wet tissue.

Zhou Mu wiped his face and asked in a natural tone, "Do you remember what day tomorrow is?"

Xu Zhuo also took a wet tissue and wiped the powder spilled from his mouth, "What date? The date of the third heart-pounding text message?"

Zhou Mu: "Think again."

Xu Zhuo threw the tissue used by the two into the trash can, "One-third of the variety show's recording days?"

Zhou Liang said, "It's not a variety show."

Xu Zhuo thought about it seriously when he heard the words, and suddenly came to a sudden realization.

Zhou Liang said in his heart that he still has a conscience, and he didn't forget so thoroughly.

Xu Zhuo: "Is it the wedding anniversary of my university head teacher? He was with the physique teacher of our department. He invited everyone to dinner when he received his certificate. I remember it was January."

After finishing speaking, he slapped his head, "No, it seems to be the end of January, not tomorrow."

Zhou Liang was angry, and I didn't know your class teacher at the university, and there was some resentment in his eyes when he looked at him.

-

The end of the first semester of the second year of high school.

As the evening self-study was about to end, Xu Zhuo made some paper balls and was going to draw lots to decide what to eat tonight.

The force of the throw was too great, and one of them flew to Zhou Liang who was doing exercises.

Zhou Liang was no longer surprised at his idle behavior, and said without raising his head, "Didn't you eat fried rice cakes at five o'clock, and you want to eat more?"

Xu Zhuo casually grabbed a ball of paper, "That's an appetizer at best, what I'm smoking now is dinner... Hey God let me eat barbecue."

Before Zhou Mu could say anything, Xu Zhuo grabbed his arm, "Randomly grab someone to eat with me, and it's you."

"No." Zhou Liang refused without even thinking about it. He still had two math papers to write.

Ren Xuzhuo was soft and hard, but he was unmoved.

Xu Zhuo opened the software on his own, and looked at the nearby barbecue restaurant, "Wow, this birthday discount is very powerful, 200 off when you spend 99, rounding up means no money, even my birthday is still a few months away..."

He looked at Zhou Mu, "What month is your birthday?"

Zhou Liang: "January 1."

Xu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, "Isn't that tomorrow? Are you on the lunar calendar or the solar calendar?"

Zhou Mu shook his head: "Not at all."

Xu Zhuo clicked his tongue twice, "You are too boring, please do good deeds tomorrow, and stay with you."

"Do not……"

Xu Zhuo cried, "You just stay with me. There is no one in my house. I don't know what to eat every night when I go home."

Zhou Mu didn't speak anymore.

Xu Zhuo smiled instantly, "That's it, let's go to barbecue after school."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xu Zhuo slipped away immediately.

Zhou Mu, who was sitting in the seat, deeply doubted whether this guy wanted to eat barbecue, or really wanted to celebrate his birthday.

It turned out that the weather was not good, and when they arrived at the barbecue restaurant the next day, they saw the news that "the store is closed due to power outage."

Xu Zhuo yelled a few words sadly, Zhou Liang turned his head to leave, but Xu Zhuo stopped him and walked in the opposite direction of home, "Then let's go to the amusement park."

Zhou Liang is not interested in amusement parks, "Actually, it's just a birthday..."

"How can that be done!" Xu Zhuo denied it on the spot.

In the end, when the two arrived at the entrance of the amusement park, Xu Zhuo argued in front of the ticket window, "Isn't there a night show? Give us two tickets for the night show."

The conductor explained helplessly, "Student, the night show ends at 9:30 p.m., and it's already 9:00 p.m. The regulations say that tourists are not allowed to enter now. Come early tomorrow."

So the amusement park is not finished either.

Zhou Liang said expressionlessly: "So, today is not a good day, we should go home, take a shower and sleep, and don't waste time outside."

While speaking, there was a "gurgling" sound of hunger in his stomach.

It was very dark, but Xu Zhuo seemed to see Zhou Liang's face turn red for a moment.

So, at the convenience store 10 minutes later, Xu Zhuo came to the table and chairs with instant noodles and a bunch of snacks: "It's weird, the cakes are all sold out..."

Then he handed a steamed stuffed bun to Zhou Liang, "It's made of flour just like the cake, and this one has the taste of milky yellow heart. It's sweet. Let's eat it as a cake."

Zhou Liang looked at the bun, "This is just an ordinary day, why do you take it so seriously."

"Sense of ritual." Xu Zhuo took a sip of the turkey noodles, which was so spicy, "Do you understand the sense of ritual? Life is so boring, how can you live without a sense of ritual?"

Zhou Liang took the bun and took a bite, the sweet and glutinous custard overflowed in his mouth, sweet but not greasy.

Suddenly it started to rain outside the window, and the two looked out together.

The rainy night was cold and humid, and even Zhou Mu's heart became cold. He didn't take another bite, "My birth is nothing to celebrate."

Xu Zhuo raised the Coke bottle, "Why not? If you weren't born 17 years ago, wouldn't I have such an excellent tablemate after 17 years?"

Zhou Mu looked at him quietly for a while, then picked up the mineral water bottle and had a drink with him.

Then Xu Zhuo took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, "Hey, birthday present."

It was the first time for Zhou Liang to see someone who gave money directly as a birthday gift, and Xu Zhuo was embarrassed to scratch his head, "I'm afraid that I might buy a gift that you don't like, so just give the money and buy it yourself."

"The red envelope is usually given by the elders to the younger." Zhou Liang took it and stroked the surface of the red envelope.

Xu Zhuo took a big sip of iced Coke, "Isn't it okay for a husband to give it to his wife!"

Zhou Mu paused when he heard the words.

Only then did he realize that what Xu Zhuo was talking about was the game relationship between the two of them in the Dazzling Dance.

Zhou Zhuo's □□ account is Xu Zhuo's trumpet, so Xu Zhuo knows the password. The last time he carried Zhou Liang behind his back, he married his trumpet and trumpet in the game, which is outrageous.

He opened the red envelope and counted, five red and one brown banknotes, 520.

Zhou Mu: "..."

Xu Zhuo rubbed Zhou Liang's head, "You must grow up well in the future."

Zhou Liang avoided his hand in disgust, "No one can say for sure what will happen in the future."

Xu Zhuo kicked his leg under the table, "Then I will celebrate your birthday with you every year, and watch you carefully."

Zhou Liang seemed to be very hungry suddenly, so he ate the steamed stuffed bun.

-

The sound of raindrops pattering outside the window of the villa is getting louder.

Zhou Liang thought to himself, it seems that it rains every year on his birthday.

It's just that the person in front of me has not been around for many years.

Zhou Mu's idea is very simple, I forgive you during the years of quarreling, now that we meet again, you have to fulfill your promise.

You forgot, I just remind you.

Zhou Mu took him an umbrella, "Tomorrow is mine..."

Xu Zhuo took out his umbrella and left, "No chat anymore, time is running out, I have to go out!" All of a sudden, people ran away without a trace.

Zhou Mu clenched his empty palms, shook his head and laughed, and told him later in the evening.

Xu Zhuo walked for almost half an hour, and suddenly it turned into a downpour, mixed with lightning.

In the villa without Xu Zhuo, Zhou Liang basically stayed in the room and rarely went out to get together with everyone. At this time, he walked to the window and wanted to draw the curtains.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of the temporary tent set up by the program crew downstairs and was almost blown over by the strong wind, and the staff were busy rescuing the roof.

He frowned, and was about to go down to help, but the man next to Gu Xinyi attracted his attention.

The man was tall, very conspicuous in the editorial team with many girls, the key was his identity, Xu Zhuo's manager - Chen Qiliang.

As he went downstairs, Zhou Liang thought, didn't Xu Zhuo go to talk about work today, why didn't his manager come.