Sand sculpture heroes come out of youth

When Jin Cheng fell asleep again, Nomad was on his lap, and when he woke up, Nomad was not in the bedroom.

There is the sound of water coming from the bathroom. It is a pressurized water flow. The sound of the water is loud and urgent. It should be that Nomad is taking a bath.

He thought that Nomad would come back after washing, but Nomad went back to the next door directly after washing.

After Nomad left, Jin Cheng also got up and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom was turned on to drain the humidity, and there was no temperature in it. It seemed that this kid took a cold shower in the morning.

And...the underwear was not taken away, it was hung on a hook outside.

Jin Cheng doesn't like to get up early to take a shower, but he did it this morning.And I used my rich imagination to wash for nearly four 10 minutes.

After throwing a black triangle and a white boxer underwear into the wall-mounted washing machine, Jin Cheng looked at the running washing machine and the two twisted underwear for a few minutes before putting on a bath towel and going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Already hungry to eat panties.

Every day at three o'clock in the afternoon, Jincheng makes a cup of coffee, and today is no exception.

When grinding the coffee beans, he accidentally ground them for two people, seasoned them after they were ready, and adjusted the one he made recently, but as he expected, before the coffee was served on the bar, Nomad came.

Nomad knocked twice and opened the door directly, stopped outside the door, and got his head into the door.

"Brother, did my panties fall here?"

"..." Jin Cheng paused with his back to the door, then turned his head, "Well, it's on the balcony."

"Thank you for your pajamas. I'll change them and throw them into the dirty clothes." Nomad shook his dog's nose and followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen, then sat down on the high chair with a heavy buttocks, and asked with a smile, "Okay Is it? Is there mine?"

He first asked "Are you ready?" just thinking that even if he didn't have his share, Jin Cheng would share half of the cup with him.

Jin Cheng turned around and held a white porcelain cup in one hand. If he didn't return to Nomad, he didn't hide that he did make an extra cup.

Perhaps needless to say, the two cups of coffee are different in color—the flavored coffee is light in color, rich in milky and fruity aromas, and is a nomadic coffee.

Besides, it can be sung after just one sip. This is someone's own taste.

For this taste, he adjusted it dozens of times before he succeeded.

Whether it was more than twenty times or thirty times, I don't remember.

I just remember that one afternoon in mid-June, because of some unreasonable and lazy problems, he spent the whole afternoon grinding a bag of one kilogram of coffee beans, wasting three or four bottles of fruit pulp with different flavors, and Milk and sugar are the only way to bring out this taste.

Nomad didn't wait for the cup to be put down, and quickly reached out to take it, "Ha, thank you! Do you think I'll come for coffee?"

Jin Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled, "Didn't go out?" You Mu didn't seem to have gone out these days.

"How could it be possible to go out! My father issued a foot-restriction order, and I would break my dog's legs if I dared to step out of the house!" Youmu said, filled with righteous indignation.

"Good."

"Hey! Gloating!"

"The legs are quite long, keep them."

"Huh? ... oh ... good."

Nomad looked at Jincheng for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head to the side and smiled. "I just like you guys who don't flatter others and don't ask for anything in return. It's so attractive."

"Then do you like it?"

"Ah?! Hi... don't you like... ducks?"

Nomad was stuttered and cut off the power, he stared blankly at Jincheng, and saw Jincheng from the kitchen to the balcony.

Jin Cheng went to the balcony of the bedroom to get his underwear to dry, Nomad followed behind with a cup in his hand, instead of entering the bedroom, he leaned against the door frame and watched Jin Cheng open the Japanese-style sliding door and enter the balcony.

Two sets of home clothes and two pairs of underwear were hanging on the lifting clothes rail on the balcony.

The white boxer briefs belonged to him, one black and one white hung side by side in unexpected harmony.

No, there are cool patterns on Jincheng's briefs, especially the wrapped part at the front. They should be very sexy to wear, especially when Chen Bo is on top.

Made!

He expressed his dissatisfaction with this!

He will buy briefs in the future!The one with the sexy pattern!

The devil would have to believe what his dad said, "You can't wear clothes that are too tight during the developmental period, or the penis will be strangled." A series of nonsense.

He now deeply suspects that his father just doesn't want his son to wear sexy briefs and hang them to dry with his own.I can't help but feel that the old man's sense of crisis is too strong.

Well, it must be so.

Jin Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of You Mu's straight eyes.

"Huh?" You Mu recovered from his imagination and asked dumbfoundedly, "Are the panties tight?"

"..." Jin Cheng, who was wearing boxer briefs, was breathless. He didn't know whether Nomad's provocative methods were too advanced or the underage child was too stupid.

"Did you go back after hanging up in the morning?" Jin Cheng didn't answer the question of whether it was urgent or not, and avoided answering and chose a non-painful one.

"Well, walking the birds early in the morning is good for your physical and mental health, don't you?" You Mu took the white underwear from Jin Cheng's hand, rolled it up and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"No." Jin Cheng wrote all over his face, "refusing to communicate all topics about birds and underwear."

It's a pity that Nomad is blind and can't see.

"Then your bird is so easy to serve," Nomad turned around and walked towards the bar, "My bird not only wants to slip every day, but also smoothes its fur every day..."

Before You Mu finished his "bird theory", Jin Cheng, who had just sat down, choked on a mouthful of coffee into his lungs, coughing into an unprecedented embarrassment.

He swore in his heart that he never wanted to talk to the dead straight man again!

How about love, how about it!

You. Dead Straight Man. Mu finally remembered that the person sitting across from him was not the big tenant, but the gay owner of the high-end leather goods store in this city and the shitty chief teacher of E.lion, and finally the tenant of his old house.

He quickly took out a few tissues and handed them over, stood up on the ground in a little embarrassment, turned half of his body and wanted to leave, but felt that it was inappropriate to just leave.

"Why are you going?" Jin Cheng called out to Nomad in a hoarse voice, and reached out for Nomad's high chair, "Sit down."

Nomad sat down without embarrassment or embarrassment, feeling that his butt was not heavy, and his mind was sober.I remembered that Jincheng teased him on the boat before; a little further away, I photographed his little daisy in Jingyu; last night I gave him a sip for no reason.Although there are his reasons...but forget it.

"I'm used to being poor with Shi Lu and Song Ye, so what, I'll try to control how much I send in the future..." Nomad said hesitantly.

"No need." Jin Cheng rolled his eyes and looked at Nomad.

Lowering his eyelids, he picked up the cup and drank a few gulps without suppressing the discomfort in his throat.He didn't want to talk, so he reached out and rubbed Nomad's head, and ordered Nomad's coffee cup with his hand.

Signal Nomad to drink coffee with peace of mind and keep talking less.

Nomad was quiet for more than a minute, with questions piled up in his head from the bottom of his stomach to his throat.

In the end, I couldn't hold back any longer, and asked, "Brother, actually your conditions are quite good, in all aspects, it's impossible to find a girl, bah, boy..."

"To shut up!"

Jin Cheng had never spoken to Nomad so harshly since they met.

The sound was not loud, but it did startle Nomad.

"..." Nomad opened his mouth slightly.

"I'm sorry..." Jin Cheng's eyes panicked for a moment.

"Is that right..." Nomad suddenly got up, and then sat down quickly.

The two spoke almost at the same time, but they felt very embarrassed after speaking, and looked away immediately after they met.

"I'm going back to do my homework." Nomad drank his last sip of coffee, got off the high chair and walked outside, opened the door and turned back to meet Jin Cheng who had been following him.

"Brother, I might..." Maybe...

Jin Cheng gritted his upper and lower molars hard, and made a muffled "creak".

Nomad's eyes are very tangled and complicated, he hesitates to speak, as if it takes a lot of courage to say the words behind "maybe", but now he doesn't have that much courage.

The tangled eyes are full of doubts about himself and the person watching.

He licked his lower lip with difficulty, and finally opened the door and left.

Jin Cheng took a deep breath and raised his hands to pinch the two temples, and then quickly pulled the gray stubble. The kind of strength that he wanted to do so much made him have nowhere to vent, and finally he clenched his fist and smashed the marble surface of the bar counter.

Jumped off the high chair and took the mobile phone from the work table, opened the chat interface with Nomad, and quickly entered "maybe what?", the message has not been sent, but the dialog box shows "the other party is typing..."

Across a wall, Nomad leaned against the study table, deleted and deleted the information on the phone, and didn't send the last word. He threw the phone on the bed angrily, and let out a muffled growl with his head in his hands.

On the other side of the wall, Jin Cheng leaned against the work table and kept staring at the display of "the other party is typing..." until it disappeared without receiving a word from Nomad.

The tensed shoulders slowly slumped, and a frustrated expression rarely appeared on the cold face.

Then I heard Grandpa You shouting in the courtyard: "Where are you going?! Your dad said you dare to go out and break your leg! Can't you come back for dinner!"

Then there was Nomad's shout: "Let him alone! Let's fight!" These words were nonchalant, with the unstingy taste of a brat.

Jin Cheng walked to the window, looked through the glass, the small garden, and the bluestone wall, only seeing Nomad's head flashing past the bluestone wall.

Furious.

Presumably, there are extremely fast Hot Wheels under your feet.

Nomad is like a robot with abundant power but disorderly program, guessing the skateboard energetically and rampaging in the park, his eyes are full of garbled codes and symbols that others cannot understand.

He put on the headset and turned on the voice call with Shi Lu Song Ye.

Shi Lu and Song Ye picked it up one after the other without speaking.

Shi Lu was panting like a dog on the other side, and Song Ye seemed to be playing cards or games.

Nomad said while sliding: "Brothers, I escaped from prison, come to meet me. Talk to me! Come out and chat for a while~"

Panting like a dog, Shi Lu uttered a single word and gasped: "Alone~sit~book~fast~hand~work~wife~this~feeling~not~with~foreigner~people~mention~~~"

Nomad almost bumped into the fitness equipment: "!!! COA! Duck Lulu, you play with birds in broad daylight!"

You Mu coughed and took up Shi Lu's poem with his proud memory: "If you change your left hand for your right, it will be like divorce and remarry."

Shi Lu excitedly said: "Comrade!!"

Nomad pretended to be excited and said: "Comrades!!!"

Song Ye, who had been pretending to be dead, finally said, "Shut up! I'm playing mahjong, my mother on the left and my aunt on the right. If you have the guts, continue!"

It is impossible to continue.

After all, face.

Shi Lu stopped panting, and shouted loudly: "Hello, aunts!"

Nomad: "Have the aunts eaten?"

Song Ye: "Fuck off, you two are out of your mind!"

Several women's laughter came from Song Ye's side. It seemed that Song Xiaocao was really playing mahjong.

Nomad laughed: "The three of us haven't seen each other for a century, right? Brothers! Why don't we see each other for the last time before we die."

All three have been grounded since the police station was separated.After all, it's a big deal for any brat to make himself into the police station. He didn't become a hero, and he almost lost Daisy.

Even a parent can't stand it.

Shi Lu said weakly: "Hey, the sister of the Nong family is very fierce~ no way, hey~"

Nomad hung up the voice call decisively.

Song Ye sent a little sun.

Nomad immediately posted a little sun, a tree and a little sun.

The three made an appointment to escape from prison together and go out for a night.

Nomad didn't call a car, and went straight to the city center on his skateboard.

I can't stop writing my daily routine...

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