the other half of the orange

After two consecutive days of class, I finally looked forward to the rest day.In the second, fourth, and fifth classes of the Children's Palace, you can rest for three consecutive days after the class, and the children also have time to go out with their parents on weekends.

You Zhao slept for most of the day to replenish his energy, because he had to stay up late to watch the game in the next few days, otherwise he would only see half of it, and fell asleep without knowing the result.

You Zhao actually didn’t watch the live broadcast of the World Cup held every four years. Four years ago, he was busy earning tuition during the summer vacation. He only watched highlights in his free time, or listened to friends talking about the score.

Xie Zijie is a loyal football fan, has his own favorite team, and has collected a series of peripheral T-shirts and signed posters.Since the first game this year, he has been in front of the TV all the time, so that he was seriously short of energy and blood in class the next day.

You Zhao also wanted to watch a ball game, so he consulted Xie Zijie for a while in private, and then followed along in a daze.Deng Yanjun was busy kissing me with his elementary school sister, and if he wanted to watch the live broadcast, he would go out and watch it together.

The remaining two single dogs can only be connected online, chatting across the network cable while waiting for the start of the ball game.

However, when the match officially started, Xie Zijie didn't reply again, probably because he was too fascinated to talk any more, so You Zhao had to watch it with his mobile phone.

There was only one night light turned on in the bedroom. He sat on the bed leaning on the pillow, curled up in the quilt, and he modified a support frame in front of him to put the mobile phone.

After watching it for a short time, I was not very sleepy, but I suddenly felt hungry.The whole first half was stalemate, You Zhao finally waited until the intermission, and sneaked downstairs into the kitchen with his slippers on.

There must be no leftovers in the kitchen. Tang Heqian ordered that no leftovers be left. Aunt Fang would clean up the kitchen every night.You Zhao searched for a long time before barely finding a box of juice.

Just as he was sneaking back to the room with the booty, there was a rustling sound in his ears. He listened carefully and barely heard the football commentary. He fumbled for his pockets but didn't bring his phone.

You Zhao suppressed the sound of footsteps and went around to the audio-visual room.The door was not closed tightly, and there was a sound, and he heard the whistle sound, accompanied by enthusiastic applause.

Just about to leave, Tang Heqian's deep voice came out: "Who?"

"It's me." You Zhao gently pushed the door open, without any embarrassment of being caught, "What are you looking at?"

What else but the World Cup?The large screen and stereo sound accentuate everything in front of you.But You Zhao didn't care about putting anything on the screen, as soon as he entered the door, he was attracted by Tang Heqian's majestic aura.

Tang Heqian is like a king occupying the center of the sofa, with his long legs crossed, lying on his side with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes are cold and serious, as if he is reading a company report.

You Zhao complained in his heart: What about watching a football game?

"Sneaking food in the middle of the night?" Tang Heqian's posture didn't change, and he gave a generous look.

"I'm also watching the football game. I'm suddenly hungry..." The effect of the big screen was really great, You Zhao walked over naturally and sat down next to Tang Heqian, "Let me watch it with you!"

"Hurry up and go back to sleep." Tang Heqian frowned, but moved a little farther, giving way to half a seat.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. You are an elder, you have set a bad example and set fire, and you are not allowed to follow the younger generation to light the lamp?

The more You Zhao thought about it, the more confident he became: "You're watching it, and I'm watching it too, so why not watch it together, and save some electricity."

He said this without blushing and without heartbeat, completely forgetting about the lights in the room.

"Then watch quietly." Tang Heqian ignored him and continued to focus on the game.

Competitions on the stadium are always exciting. After fierce competition, the Brazilian team finally scored a goal. You Zhao was overjoyed and stood up and applauded.

"That's great! That's great!" You Zhao was excited for a while, he didn't care who was next to him, and wanted to hug him when he pulled him over.

The opponent stretched out his hand to block it, his eyes were fixed, and You Zhao felt cold sweat running down his back, embarrassment and guilt.

Tang Heqian looked at him, his eyes still cold: "What did I just say?"

You Zhao blushed slightly, and coughed lightly: "Keep quiet, I was wrong, I promise to shut up."

Seeing that his expression had softened, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I haven't seen anyone watch football so calmly, and I don't know what the picture is..."

Could it be that football matches have any commercial value to Tang Corps? !

After drinking it angrily, he bit the straw and bruises all over his body while wandering in the sky.

Soon, the two whistles brought You Zhao back from his crooked thinking. The two players on the football field shoved and shoved.

"Brother, who do you think will win?" You Zhao still couldn't keep his mouth shut. The game was so exciting, how could he not chat?

"It depends on strength and luck." Tang Heqian spoke ambiguously, did not express his position, and did not look like he was supporting the team.

You Zhao lazily leaned on the sofa, pointing Jiang Shan: "I think Brazil will win."

"How to say?" Tang Heqian raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.

You Zhao paused, pretending to be deep and said: "Because I bought the Brazilian team."

Tang Heqian sneered: "Yes."

Eh what does that mean?There was a faint feeling of being looked down upon, You Zhao snorted: "Don't underestimate me, I can earn seventy or eighty yuan for 100 yuan!"

"You have the nerve to say the principal of one hundred?" Tang He laughed, the corners of his lips slightly raised, with a relaxedness that he had never seen before.

The warmth in this smile directly penetrates You Zhao's heart, it's so, so beautiful!

You Zhao pretended to be calm, but the tips of his ears blushed unconsciously: "Then how much did you press?!"

Tang Heqian nodded, and said seriously: "A rational investor will never put money on luck."

If all the people who gambled were intellectuals, then there would be no such thing as gambling!

You Zhao was at a loss for words for a while, and then he still refused to admit defeat and said, "Small gambling is fun!"

The game began to be a stalemate, and the two sides failed to score for a long time. After watching for a while, You Zhao began to sneak a glance at Tang Heqian who was close at hand.

The person in front of him could no longer be described as handsome. The faint light from the screen cast on his face, intertwined with light and dark, his deep eyes hidden in the darkness, his clean and firm chin exuded a stern aura, just like a perfect oil painting.

My uncle is so good-looking, and his figure is also very good. Why don't you take off your clothes and make him a mannequin, so that the fat and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders. There is nothing wrong with plowing the nephew's field first, right?

But if this is the case, You Zhao has no choice but to die miserably or even worse.

"Oh." You Zhao looked disappointed.

This sound was neither loud nor small, and it happened to be caught by Tang Heqian's ears, and he cast a puzzled look.

You Zhao came back to his senses, quickly restrained his thoughts, and casually picked up a topic: "It's okay, it's okay, brother, you will stay up late to watch the World Cup, too?" Like those young people, they stayed up late to watch the World Cup.

It doesn't mean how old Tang Heqian is, but in terms of personality and life attitude, wolfberry and the World Cup, the former may be more in line with the personality.

Tang Heqian turned sideways slightly, looked up at him and said, "Why, can't I see?"

"No, I definitely didn't mean that! I'm just curious!" You Zhao's eyes were sincere and not fake.

Tang Heqian reached out his hand in satisfaction, and knocked on his head, quite intimately.

This move startled both of them, especially You Zhao, who opened his mouth slightly in a daze.

Tang Heqian withdrew his hand, as if he didn't know what happened just now, and said in a calm tone, "Since I'm on vacation, I naturally want to enjoy life."

"Oh..." You Zhao said awkwardly, "I thought you, as bosses, wished to work 36 hours a day." It was still the kind that worked late into the night and only slept four hours a day.

Speaking of which, since You Zhao came to the Tang family, he has not seen Tang Heqian working overtime for the company very much. Every day, he gets off work on time and returns home for dinner. It seems that the Tang family is quite leisurely.

"There are a lot of capable people in the Tang family. If I have done everything, why would I hire them?" Tang Heqian glanced at him, as if he didn't understand why he had such a strange impression in his mind, "Study hard and read less idle books .”

You Zhao tasted the product carefully and found that it made sense, so he kept silent and continued to watch the game that had been ignored for a long time.

Because the two were chatting, they happened to miss the wonderful scoring moment of the visiting team.Seeing that the score was imminent, You Zhao slapped his thigh: "What's going on! Why is it suddenly 1:1?"

Tang Heqian raised his eyebrows slightly: "So it's not unreasonable to keep you quiet."

Having learned the lesson, You Zhao really shut up and stared at the game intently, but not long after, sleepiness struck.

The one-and-a-half-hour game time ended, and the two teams still hadn't decided the winner, and the schedule was overtime.

Tang Heqian subconsciously looked at You Zhao, only to find that his head was tilted on the edge of the sofa, and he had already fallen asleep.

It was cold in the middle of the night, You Zhao shivered, instinctively approached the heat source, and lay on Tang Heqian's chest in a daze.

Just about to shake him off, the next second a long arm was heavy on his shoulder and hugged him tightly.

Tang Heqian's eyes suddenly darkened, and his hands subconsciously changed directions to support him, and then picked up the remote control to increase the indoor temperature.

You Zhao curled up with an uneasy expression, a teardrop leaked from the corner of his eye, and hugged Tang Heqian tightly as if he had dreamed something.

His chest was squeezed tightly, Tang Heqian had no choice but to pat his back again and again, carefully comforting him.

As if returning to his childhood, someone had coaxed him to sleep so patiently, You Zhao's frown gradually loosened, revealing a defenseless sleeping face, with his lips parted slightly.

Tang Heqian reached out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes in a strange way, and his long finger slowly slid down his cheek and landed on his lips.

You Zhao reflexively opened his mouth to hold it, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and immediately spat it out in disgust.

Tang Heqian was taken aback, looked at the puddle of wet and sticky saliva on his index finger dumbfoundedly, lifted the corner of You Zhao's clothes immorally, and wiped it carefully.

The game is over, and the outcome has been decided.Tang Heqian didn't think too much about the ending. Winning or losing is determined by God. Only by staying out of the way can we grasp the fortune, just like life.

Turning off the screen, the room was silent, Tang Heqian looked at the dark room thoughtfully.

At noon the next day, You Zhaocai woke up from a deep sleep. His back was sore and he didn't know what he had experienced during his sleep. He stretched his waist and suddenly stared at a piece of paper in front of him.

The font on the paper was strong and powerful, after reading it again and again, You Zhao cried.

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