in the dark

It was already the afternoon of the second day after returning to Meicheng. As soon as Song Chan got out of the car, he saw the door of Song Nan'an's villa open. He raised his eyelids and turned around and asked, "Did you forget to close the door or did you open it?" What about ventilation?"

The quality of security in the villa area is good, but the doors several meters above the ground should be closed anyway. It is dark at a glance. If you don’t steal, who are you stealing?

Song Nan'an walked over with the key hooked on his thin fingertips, and glanced at him, "Ventilation?" After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and said, "You think I'm you? Young and frivolous?"

Song Chan was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what Song Nan'an was talking about. He was still wondering how to say it well, but in a blink of an eye, the topic changed, "Don't be weird, speak well, I was just careless back then."

Song Nan'an raised his eyebrows and asked, "Yin-yang weirdness?" His courage was really getting bigger and bigger.

Song Chan was terrified: "I take it back, but you... you have to say it well."

Song Nan'an smiled, hooked the key and left first: "I've been talking about it."

Song Chan: "..." It's all sarcasm, but why not talk about it?

He froze in place, really wanted to slap himself, why did he open the door.Not to mention that the words that come out of this mouth are really metaphysical, but they are exactly the same as what Song Jiaoye said before?

It's like this...

He was only in his teens at that time, and he was caught by the teacher when he was sleeping in class all day long, and he would go home and have a verbal fight with Song Jiaoye.Song Jiaoye was only a few months younger than him, and the two of them got together to gag and talk back and laugh at each other, they were just as good as a bazooka.

I remember that there was a time when the zipper of a pair of black jeans he often wore was faulty, and it still slid down when he pulled it to the top and bounced it a few times. Just slide it anyway, you can pull it anyway, as long as the speed of pulling is faster than the speed of sliding, and you don't make a fool of yourself in public.

But in fact, God will always tell us a truth, the time when this person is most confident that something will not happen is the time when it is most likely to happen.

Then one afternoon, after school, he was eager to return home, grabbing his schoolbag and ran home. The main reason was that he had just climbed over the school wall in the morning and didn't know if the surveillance camera had caught him. Judging from the criminal record, even if he did not commit any crime today, he may be arrested and go to the office to give a few words to sound the alarm for the future him.

As soon as I got home, I saw Song Jiaoye sitting on the sofa drinking a bottle of Coke and belching like an idiot... Listen, it seems that he has a sense of rhythm?

amazing.

He always talked faster than his brain, chewing gum and uttering two words in the rhythm of hiccups: "Fat house?" If you don't cause trouble, you don't call it Song Chan.

Song Jiaoye was fascinated by watching the drama, and Ouba's face in his mind was smashed into pieces by the word "fat house". Take back those two words, hurry up!" As he spoke, he put the Feizhai Happy Water on the table, and there was a crisp sound.

Song Chan curled his lips and said, "I've hiccupped dozens of times, and I can smell your fat mansion from eight miles away. I'm ashamed to put the title of girl on my head. I can write the word shame." ?"

"Do you have the guts to say it again?" Song Jiaoye pushed back.

"Don't say it." Song Chan said foolishly, "It's too long to remember."

"You..." Song Jiaoye choked, glanced down inadvertently, cut off the conversation and changed his tone abruptly, raising his eyebrows with a suppressed smile, "The young man is so courageous! Admiration!"

Song Chan's face was bewildered, and he was ready to move his mouth, but he was flattered by a few words of admiration when the matter came to an end?

Song Jiaoye seemed to have lost her anger, took a deep sip of the fat house happy water, and asked with a smile, "Which way did you come back?"

Song Chan glanced suspiciously: "What?"

Song Jiaoye asked with an exaggerated expression: "Seeing how handsome you are, you should take the road with a lot of people, right?"

Song Chan: "..."

This sentence... why does it sound wrong?

"What's wrong with you today?" Song Chan put his schoolbag on the sofa, wanting to talk to her.

Suddenly, the door lock rang, and Song Nan'an's figure appeared at the door.

Seeing Song Nan'an entered the room, Song Jiaoye hurriedly raised her arms, "Brother, here, here, I have a problem and I can't do it!"

Song Chan gave a blank look, "Aren't you chasing dramas?" The Korean Oppa's face was still stuck on the screen.

Song Jiaoye went back in vain, "Didn't you see my exercise book next to it?"

Song Chan: "..." The face is big and the exercise book is small. After some comparison, I really didn't find the small one.

Song Nan'an paced over.

Song Chan was a little nervous, chewing gum and couldn't help blowing a bubble.

abruptly—

"Ah! Your trousers... Did you forget to close the door or are you ventilating?" Song Jiaoye's face was startled and ashamed, "You can be young, but you can't be so frivolous!"

With a muffled sound, the bubbles blown in his mouth burst.

Song Chan paused, looked up and looked down - the zipper of the trousers/crotch had slipped to the bottom at some point, the door was open, and the gray underwear was showing off, just like Song Jiaoye.

Time seemed to stand still, his mind went blank, and there were only three sentences echoing:

——The f*cking blown bubbles must have smeared around the mouth.

——Song Feizhai's embarrassment and shock are just pretending.

——Song Nan'an is here.

Song Chan bowed his head, not knowing whether he should zip up the zipper silently or pick the gum off his mouth... Forget it, let's zip it up first.

I saw Song Chan sticking a mouthful of chewing gum, blushing and shaking his hands, pulling the zipper awkwardly...

Song Jiaoye blinked, "Second brother, isn't the weather hot recently?"

Song Chan: "..." It's not that I'm ashamed to speak because my mouth is covered with chewing gum, that's right.

"Go to the study room to do your homework, and read the questions a few more times." Song Nan'an turned off the TV, and said in a cold voice, "I'll be right over."

"Oh." Song Jiaoye pursed her lips, after a few tidying ups, she pulled on her slippers and went to the study room, before she gave Song Chan a grimace.

Song Chan stood aside and rubbed his chewing gum after unzipping the zipper, his whole face was about to turn red into the color of a couplet.

"Go change your pants." Song Nan'an frowned and glanced at him.

"Ah...I..." Song Chan was speechless, "I'll change it right away."

……

Song Chan angrily followed behind.

Dare you pretend to glance at him with a cold attitude back then?Now you have learned to make people feel poor about the old things?

As soon as he entered the door, he could only hear potato chips being chewed, and a small head shaking slightly on the sofa.

The little head turned around when it heard the sound of the door, "Brother! Second brother!"

Song Jiaoye.

It turned out that it wasn't a thief or a mouse, Song Chan smiled slightly, if he knew that he would not open any pot or carry any pot.

"Why are you back at this time?" Song Jiaoye put down the iPad in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Have you eaten, it seems that there is nothing at home except snacks."

Song Nan'an: "Let's go out to eat."

"I'm going too!" Song Jiaoye cut off the conversation, patted his clothes and asked Song Chan, "Second brother lives here now? Why don't you see daily necessities? Do you want to go to the supermarket to buy?"

Song Chan was a little confused by Song Jiaoye's serious second brother calling him.It is understandable that the two of them had tears in their eyes when they met their relatives last time. After all, the two of them hadn't seen each other for several years after he left the Song family, but now it's the second meeting. It's time to get up!Otherwise, he wouldn't be used to such a considerate and quiet Song Jiaoye!

The corner of Song Chan's mouth raised, "The daily necessities must be bought." The subject changed, "You didn't eat?"

Song Jiaoye pointed to the box on the side, "I ate it, and ordered takeaway."

Song Chan pretended to be deep, "You still haven't changed after all these years."

Song Jiaoye was confused, "It's... right."

Song Chan said very decisively, "I have never been sure about my weight."

"..." Song Jiaoye's expression was sullen, and her quiet and elegant burden fell to the ground. She jumped up and wanted to pinch Song Chan, "You don't have any words for yourself!"

Yes, this is the normal Song Jiaoye.

Song Chan shrank his neck and hurriedly hid behind Song Nan'an, "Yeah, help me!" He said while grabbing the corner of his shirt.

Song Jiaoye rushed over with great momentum, Song Chan dodged a little too hard and couldn't control his strength, so——Song Nan'an was pulled staggeringly.

"..."

Song Chan immediately let go, the shirt... can't be pulled.

Song Nan'an frowned, his tone was cold, "Do you still want to eat?"

Song Jiaoye paused, hugging her thigh first was important, so she shrunk her nose and stopped chasing, "Eat."

Song Chan also paused, nodding repeatedly: "Eat, eat, eat."

There are still some things in common between the two of them, for example, they both listen to Song Nan'an's dialect, and both have a dog-legged personality of pointing east and never going west.

Song Nan'an took the mobile phone from Song Chan and put it on the sofa. He went out first, and the two behind him silently rolled their eyes at each other.

After the three of them went out to finish their dinner, they decided to buy daily necessities in a nearby supermarket to save the trouble of running far away.

There were many people in the supermarket, Song Nan'an didn't want to go shopping and chose to stop in the book area to read for a while, Song Chan and Song Jiaoye went shopping together.

"Hey, do you want this?" Song Jiaoye pushed the car and walked ahead humming a song, turning her head to ask a few words from time to time.

Song Chan glanced at it, it was a pair of slippers, "I didn't bring anything, do you think I want it?"

Song Jiaoye took the slippers and threw them into the shopping cart, "Okay, that's it." The shoes drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Song Chan came to his senses and stopped drinking, "Hey! Have you seen the color? You also chose pink for me?"

"It's wrong, it's wrong." Song Jiaoye hurriedly changed into a pair of black ones, thought of something, and asked, "You didn't bring anything?"

"I didn't bring it." Song Chan took out his phone and glanced at it.The only backpack is still thrown in the dark alley.

"Wait!" Song Jiaoye's voice suddenly became louder, "Your phone... take a look!"

"No." Song Chan put it in his pocket, shook his head and whistled.

Song Jiaoye only saw an afterimage, and asked suspiciously, "Whose phone is on the sofa at home?"

Song Chan shook his head shyly, "Guess."

"The sofa belongs to my brother?" Song Jiaoye's mind turned.

Song Chan raised his eyebrows, "Hmm."

Song Jiaoye strode over with a single step, quickly and ruthlessly, and rudely took out the phone from Song Chan's pocket.

Song Chan hid a few times: "Can you be a lady? My hand is hurt!"

Song Jiaoye flipped the phone up and down, and then carefully glanced at the back after flipping through it, and asked, "Subphone?"

Song Chan was stunned: "What the hell is a mother-in-law machine?"

Song Jiaoye frowned: "Why is it exactly the same as the one on the sofa?"

Song Chan: "Mobile phone case, are you stupid?"

Song Jiaoye stared, "Of course I know it's a mobile phone case—bah, no!—You lied to me! How can he buy a mobile phone case if he doesn't use his mobile phone often?"

Song Chan touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, "I bought it, and he agreed to use it."

Song Jiaoye: "You—"

Song Chan's mouth was as quick as lightning: "That's right, you have fallen out of favor."

Song Jiaoye gave him a gouged look, "Don't make it look like I want to compete with you, disdain." As she spoke, she picked out her snacks from the car a few times, and went to the cashier angrily with a basket hooked from the side.

Song Chan checked the pre-written list for a few times, and seeing that almost everything that should be bought was bought, he also walked towards the cashier.

"Hey!" After walking a few steps, he saw Song Jiaoye standing next to the cash register like a log.

Song Chan glanced at her and asked intentionally, "What? No money?"

Song Jiaoye was very imposing, and put the basket on the table: "Auntie, please pay the bill, my brother is behind, he pays!"

"Wait a minute, I'm not—"

Song Jiaoye turned her head and gritted her teeth, "Aren't you a brother, are you a sister-in-law? Are you?"

Tsk tsk tsk, is this forcing him?

"I...what's the matter?" Song Chan's mind was half-bright and half-dark, and his meaning was a little bit drifting.

"..."

Song Jiaoye gritted his teeth with hatred, and knew that this person would find fault, but he didn't want to find it, even regardless of gender, "Okay, sister-in-law is fine, it's enough to be able to climb up to relatives, pay the bill!"

Song Chan took out his mobile phone slowly, "Then you are calling."

Song Jiaoye rolled her eyes, and she was not the one who suffered, "Sister-in-law—"

"Brother! You are here!"

Song Chan shrank his neck and broke into a cold sweat. When he turned his head, he saw Song Nan'an behind him.

Song Nan'an saw that the two of them had a car and a basket as if they had separated from each other, and asked, "Is it finished?"

"If you haven't settled the bill yet, blame him for dawdling," Song Jiaoye pointed at Song Chan, "You must force me to call him—"

"Hey——" Song Chan threw the car and hurriedly covered a mouth that wanted to make trouble with his right hand, and said softly, "I will listen to you for everything in the next five days, don't talk nonsense."

Song Jiaoye achieved his goal and nodded clearly.

The cashier aunt wearing an orange vest waited for a long time: "Hey! Young man, are you still paying the bill? Isn't it just calling sister-in-law? It's no big deal. The big man can bend and stretch! Hurry up and pay the bill! The people behind are waiting!"

……

Song Jiaoye chuckled.

Song Chan: "..." Is this a question of whether a man should bend or not?Aunt, we are afraid that we have enmity?

"I...knot, immediately." As he spoke, he glanced secretly at Song Nan'an, and someone's expression remained normal. He probably didn't understand the endless talk, right?Yes, probably did not understand.

Song Nan'an raised his eyes and said lightly, "Come back when it's over."

Song Chan curled the corner of his mouth stiffly: "...OK."

Song Jiaoye yelled: "Hurry back, hurry back!" As he spoke, he leaned in front of Song Chan, "Really? Little wife?"

Song Chan smirked: "Please disappear from my eyes immediately, immediately."

"Slightly slightly." Song Jiaoye smiled and left.