Master lend me two dollars

Xiangtu's phone immediately notified him that he had received a new WeChat message.

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Xiangtu clicked on the expression pack and returned one to him.

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Soon there was another message.

- what heinous thing did you do

-Does it count if you don't take it out?

- That's very tempered.

Really very tempered.

The big head feels quite individual, unlike other birds.

Bo Hongxi held the mobile phone in one hand, and with the other hand used the towel to repeatedly whirr back and forth on the top of his head a few times, wiping the water until it stopped dripping on the bed sheet, and then took down the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Under normal circumstances, he will not touch cigarettes after taking a bath.

He was uncomfortable sleeping with the smell of cigarettes under the quilt.

Meeting Zhuang Xian tonight can be said to be a very coincidence. They grew up in this area, but in the past few years, they have never met face to face so embarrassingly.

No one is deliberately avoiding anyone, and God has always arranged it very well, why did it miss tonight.

Bo Hongxi always felt that if he didn't see Zhuang Xian, his dislike for Zhuang Xian would basically stay at the stage of disliking him. Like tonight, he felt that if he had no professional scruples, he might just pick up a bench on the ground and give him a crit.

It would be best to wake him up.

Bo Hongxi pinched out his cigarette, went to the window and pushed it open. He was not wearing a shirt, but a towel was draped around his neck. The cold air blew back and forth like waves, and Ji's body shuddered. A layer of goosebumps.

Rubbing his arms, he drew the curtains without closing the window.

...

Before seven o'clock, Bo Hongxi was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door, but he turned over and put the quilt on his head, trying to pretend to be deaf in exchange for lying on the bed for a few more seconds.

It wasn't until the layman couldn't help kicking the door that Bai Hongxi rolled over from the bed, didn't care whether the slippers were on or not, and rushed over to open the door in a few seconds.

"Brother, we agreed to leave at seven o'clock." Cui Yan took a step back when the door fan suddenly opened.

Bai Hongxi glared at him, scratched the hair on the top of his head, walked into the toilet, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

Only then did Cui Yan swallow the breath that came up to his throat, closed the door resentfully, walked to the kitchen, he took the initiative to ignore the dishes piled in the sink, took out a clean cup from the cabinet, and poured the juice he just bought into it .

When Bai Hongxi changed his clothes and came out, Cui Yan immediately handed over the juice like a dog.

Seeing that Bo Hongxi was almost done drinking, Cui Yancai said: "Brother Bai, there is an interview this morning, and this afternoon is the variety show Brother Liang talked about the day before yesterday."

"What about tonight?" Bo Hongxi asked.

"Ah, tonight, it's the new show you're going to join next month and you're going to have dinner with the director and producer."

Bai Hongxi stretched his shoulders a bit. It must have been quite windy last night, and his arms ached. It felt like he went to the train station to carry a big bag all night.

"What happened to Brother Bai?" Cui Yan asked.

"Where did I put the plaster I bought last time?"

Cui Yan rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking: you ask me?If I can't find glasses at home, I have to ask my mother.Then he blurted out uncontrollably and teased Bo Hongxi: "Then you call him."

Bai Hongxi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

Cui Yan can't wait for a flood from the sky to wash him away. He touched his bangs unnaturally, and pointed to the drawer under the TV cabinet: "Hey... I remember it was put here..."

Bo Hongxi stretched out his foot and kicked Cui Yan's ass, who wanted to dodge quickly.

Cui Yan was so frightened that he jumped forward and almost gnawed on the TV.

Bo Hongxi walked past him with a smile: "If I want to be as cowardly as you, I must not be cheap."

Interviews, variety shows, these are nothing.

What bothered Bo Hongxi the most was having dinner with the director.

Bai Hongxi felt that it would be most suitable for Liang Ze, that robot, to go to this kind of thing that sounds very bad, but every time he boldly raises objections to Liang Ze, he will always be scolded.

He simply shut up.

Liang Ze went out to the office to hand in some materials and came back, only to find that Bo Hongxi was still lying on the sofa playing games.

Liang Ze kicked the sofa: "I told you to prepare, what are you doing?"

Bo Hongxi was playing with beauty, and said impatiently: "I'm not a little girl, what are you going to do?"

Liang Ze said: "Change into more serious clothes, and you just wear these ragged pants? It's been a few months, I can't kill you."

Bai Hongxi put down his tablet after playing this game and looked at Liang Ze: "The air conditioners are turned on everywhere here, and I don't stand on the street."

"Don't talk nonsense, change it quickly."

Bo Hongxi shook his long legs, and stroked the tablet with his fingers: "If you don't change, fight if you don't accept it."

...

It's about nine o'clock after dinner.

Liang Ze drank a little too much, Bo Hongxi asked Xiao Lin to take Liang Ze back first and then himself, Bo Hongxi put on the earphones, leaned his head against the car window and closed his eyes.

A small crater appeared suddenly, and Bo Hongxi's head hit the window with a muffled "boom".

Xiao Lin in front was startled and quickly asked: "...Brother Bai didn't stop?"

"It's okay." Bai Hongxi opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Too boring.

Feeling like throwing up.

"Little Lin, stop the car."

Kobayashi quickly parked the car on the side of the road.

"Don't wait for me, you can go back first, I want to get some air." After finishing speaking, Bai Hongxi opened the car door and got out of the car directly.

Hey, it's quite cold at night, these ripped trousers are basically equivalent to not wearing them, and Bo Hongxi's jacket is barely enough to block the wind. He shrank his neck first, but it was still cold, so he shrunk it in again, wishing that his whole body All got into the jacket.

The dancers had left long ago, and Chai Songyang should have gone home, so he took out the mask from his pocket and put it on.

But there were still quite a few people in the square. Groups of brats ran past him and ran past him, and from time to time they were too excited to directly bump into his legs.

Bai Hongxi sighed and prepared to cross the accident-prone area.

When the little boy stepped on his shoes for the hundredth time, he finally couldn't help it, and grabbed the kid's hat. The kid watched his little friends getting farther and farther away from him, and looked up. Looking at Bo Hongxi: "What are you doing?"

"If you were in the anti-Japanese war, you would definitely be in the demining team." Bai Hongxi gave him a thumbs up.

The child looked at him inexplicably, and took the opportunity to wipe his nose with his sleeve.

"who are you?"

Bo Hongxi sighed: "Forget it, let's go play."

He let go of the child, just like stepping on a hot wheel, and immediately plunged into the crowd. Bai Hongxi put his hands in his pockets, and saw a figure just as he raised his head.

To be precise, I saw a pair of familiar legs.

Xiang Tu leaned against a large trampoline, lowered his head and pressed his phone.

Bo Hongxi walked over from the side, stretched his hand to the screen of Xiangtu's phone and drew a number: "What is this?"

Xiang Tu looked up at him and said, "This opening is less interesting than last time."

Yesterday was to rob Chai Songyang.

"Chai Songyang has already gone back."

Bai Hongxi took off the earphones and put them in his pocket, and leaned on the trampoline: "I don't look for him, I just wander around."

"Oh." Xiangtu handed over the plastic bag in his hand and stretched it out, "Do you want to eat oranges?"

Bai Hongxi took one from the bag, peeled it and said, "Are you just eating oranges here?"

Xiang Tu smiled and shook his head.

Before Bai Hongxi put the orange in his mouth, he felt someone pulling his hair. Bai Hongxi turned his head abruptly, and Xiang Zhizhou's hand was still in the air. He probably didn't expect such a big reaction .

Xiang Tu also turned around, and zipped Xiang Zhizhou over: "Dirty hands, let others talk, but not touch."

Xiang Zhizhou blinked at Bo Hongxi and then at Xiangtu: "I don't know, his name."

"Brother Bai is fine." Bai Hongxi stuffed half of the orange into his mouth.

"Brother Bai." The child called happily.

"Would you like to get up and play?"

Bai Hongxi smiled and said, "I'm going to jump up, and you all have to fly."

Xiang Tu let go of his hand, and Xiang Zhizhou bounced away again.

Bai Hongxi stuffed the other half of the orange into his mouth and said, "Bring him to play?"

"Hey, it's hard to say." Xiang Tu nodded, opened the bag again and asked him, "Do you still eat?"

Bo Hongxi waved his hand: "The sore cheek hurts."

Xiang Tu closed the bag and held it in his right hand: "Then you still eat half of it?"

The two of them chatted in the cold wind, Xiang Zhizhou finally had enough of playing, kicked his little shoes and ran over.

"Have you played enough? Little dirty hands." Xiangtu squatted down, took out a wet towel from his pocket, and wiped it for Xiang Zhizhou. "Do you still eat oranges?"

Xiang Zhizhou shook his head and nodded again: "I didn't play, enough, eat oranges," then pointed behind me, "I want to play, that."

Xiang Tu followed his hand and looked over: "It's too late, and do you know how to play this?"

Xiang Zhizhou shook his head.

"Can you do it tomorrow?" Xiang Tu unzipped his jacket for him.

"No." Xiang Zhizhou looked at the roller skating rink in front of him.

Xiang Tu sighed and stood up: "I have to skate."

"Then go for a walk." Bai Hongxi said and looked at his watch again, "It's not too late, we can play a few laps."

"...I don't know how, how can I take him to play?" Xiang Tu frowned and looked at Bai Hongxi helplessly.

Bai Hongxi smiled at him.

"Go, I will."

Xiang Zhizhou excitedly returned the oranges in his hand to Xiangtu, and dragged Bai Hongxi to the skating rink.

Xiangtu walked behind, squeezed the orange in his hand and stuffed it into the bag.

Bai Hongxi's smile is so healing.

...

"Are you playing?" Bo Hongxi turned his head and asked Xiang Tu, Xiang Tu shook his head at him, "Beauty, a pair of children's clothes, a pair of 44."

She wandered around in the shoe cabinet and handed over two pairs of shoes and two pairs of socks.

There are not many people in the skating rink at the moment, but the atmosphere at night is full, the sound is loud, and the music is pretty good. It doesn’t feel like a square dance, probably because the shopkeeper is a little girl. , shouldn't be the age enough to like that kind of horse man.

During the whole process of Xiang Tu putting on shoes for Xiang Zhizhou, Xiang Zhizhou never took his eyes off the person skating inside, like a kitten, his eyes follow others wherever they go.

After putting on his shoes, Xiang Zhizhou had to stand up, and was about to lean back before he stood upright. He was so frightened that he was at a loss. Xiang Tu quickly supported him, and looked at the frightened Xiang Zhi with a funny look Zhou: "Don't Xiao think you can fly over walls by standing up, are you stupid?"

Bai Hongxi smiled and stretched out his hand towards Zhizhou: "Brother Bai will take you to experience the feeling of flying."

The author has something to say:

Brother Bo will fly with you~