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The lease term of the village in the city will be up next month, and Shang Chu does not intend to renew the lease.

To him, this room doesn't seem to have much memorable place. He spent several bleak years here, dreaming of escaping from this dirty and muddy little corner surrounded by the bustling city, and now he really wants to leave. It's still a bit sad.

The staff in charge of donations in the community came to collect the materials. There were three big cardboard boxes. Shang Chu signed his name on the confirmation form, and stood by the window to watch them take the things away with a cart.

Shang Chuzhong closed his eyes until he could no longer see anyone, and turned around to ask Bai Aize, "You don't mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Bai Aize was sitting on the floor of the living room, flipping through Shang Chuchu's first-year composition in his hand, without raising his head, he said, "Excuse me."

Shangchu fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket, curled his lips, and still took out a cigarette and lit it.

Bai Aize smelled the smell of tobacco and raised his eyes to look at him.

Shang Chu dusted off the cigarette ash, and said confidently: "This is my house, I smoke as much as I like, you can control me."

"Then why do you bother to ask for my opinion." Bai Aize said.

"It's called being polite," Shang Chu leaned against the window, "I just like to make unnecessary effort, I even took off my pants when I farted."

When he talks back, he knows how to use allegorical words. If he can use this essay in his writing in the past, he won't fail every time.

Bai Aize raised his eyebrows, turned the composition text upside down to two pages, and read aloud according to the words "dog crawling" on it: "A scientific study shows that a lively puppy, as long as it smokes Hongtashan, the puppy will die. Even small animals with tenacious vitality cannot withstand the devastation of a Hongtashan, let alone humans who smoke a whole pack of Hongtashan a day? We all know that smoking is harmful to health, but why can’t we refuse to smoke? Although Hongtashan Wumart Cheap, but smoking is harmful to the human body..."

"Fuck!" Shang Chu felt a little familiar when he heard it, and when he looked at the crumpled little notebook in Bai Aize's hand, his face flushed with embarrassment, "What are you looking at!"

"It's nothing." Bai Aize smiled, "Lu Xun's anthology."

"...You're pretty good at it." Shang Chu also laughed, exhaled a puff of smoke rings slowly, and recalled with half-closed eyes, "I hate writing articles. When I was in junior high school, I wrote narrative essays. Much more, all day long the topics are about father’s love, mother’s love and family’s affection. I couldn’t write any material, so I had to copy it online, and my Chinese teacher criticized me in class. Against her, homework is all nonsense."

"I see." Bai Aize teased.

He scanned a few masterpieces in the notebook just now, and they were all nonsense.The title is "The Figure of Wei An". Shang Chu wrote about a time when he saw a cow, which was very thin. Suddenly, the cow pulled out a huge pile of shit, and there were so many pieces of shit hidden in its small body. The figure of Niu grew taller in an instant; the proposition was "an unforgettable song", and Shang Chu described a time when he was late for school, passed the conference room and found that the elder was lying in it to catch up on sleep, snoring loudly and loudly, with ups and downs It is full of charm and very unforgettable, and it still lingers in his ears; there is also a proposition given back called "That thing, I am really good", Shang Chu wrote that he has studied hard and patiently, and finally studied It showed how to spit out the smoke ring into the shape of a heart, and at the end, he lamented that everything is difficult at the beginning, practice makes perfect, as long as you work hard, there is nothing you can't do, which sublimates the theme well...

Bai Aize couldn't help laughing, he didn't even need to close his eyes to imagine what the thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Shangchu looked like back then.

Fearless, mischievous and mischievous, loves to laugh, arrogant but not annoying; is the king of the kids in the class, has good popularity, responds to everyone in group activities, and is good at sports; in order to write a 600-word composition Scratching my head, but I can easily solve the last big math problem; I know that I am good-looking, but I am also smug and narcissistic. He is neatly trimmed; he likes to tease little girls, he always likes to pull the ponytail of the girl in the front seat, he likes to poke someone's back with a ruler, if any bastard gets confused and lifts someone's skirt, he will be the first to rush up to protect her ;I like to ask him for math problems. No matter how many times I explain a problem, I will not be impatient. Although sometimes I will frown and scold you for being stupid. After scolding, I will change to a more simple solution and continue...

anything else?Is there something else that has been missed?

Bai Aize stared deeply at Shang Chu who was leaning against the window, the window frame was covered with thick rust, behind him was a narrow alley, the old wires that had peeled off the rubber skin were entangled together, and the sky was cut into small pieces by scattered tube buildings. box.His fingers holding the cigarette are slender, his head is slightly lowered, his eyelashes cast a light shadow on his white face, separated by a thin layer of smoke, his profile looks a bit thin, only the earlobes are round, under the light You can see the tiny hairs covering it under the projection.

anything else?Bai Aize couldn't help but think, what kind of side does that high-spirited young man have?

He never walks with the big team after school. He waved goodbye to his friends at the school gate, went home alone, and shuttled skillfully in the criss-crossing alleys; he was very active in physical education class. He smiled and said that his cloth shoes were okay. On the way home, he stood on tiptoe, carefully jumped over the ditch and the mud, looked at the dirt on the shoes that could not be cleaned no matter how hard he brushed, and sighed sadly; he rarely talked with his classmates. When he went out to play, someone told him to go to the movies, play video games, and go to the playground. He always shirked that he was not interested, and when he came back, he closed the door and counted the coins in the piggy bank in the room, secretly telling himself that there was nothing interesting about it. It’s not fun; he only goes out with his friends once in a while. Everyone eats ice cream, eats skewers and eats stinky tofu on the road. He only buys a big bubble gum, puts away the sugar wrapper, and spits out a huge bubble to play tricks. In exchange for the screams of the girls.

He is such a Shangchu.

In the small box in front of him are piles of gadgets from Shangchu’s junior high school days, his old pencil case, his compass with stickers, his broken pencil, the eraser he cut with a knife, his faded metal school badge, The bubblegum wrappers he saved, the love letters he received, his exercise books, his awards, his graduation photos, his piggy bank... Bai Aize looked at these little bits and pieces, and suddenly felt There was a place in the chest that had caved in, and it was unbearably soft.

Bai Aize often thinks what would happen if he met Shang Chu earlier.

He will send Shangchu home, and jump over the ditch where the sewage is accumulated with Shangchu; he will tell Shangchu that cloth shoes will be cleaner if they are covered with paper towels after washing; The cherry blossom park at the end of the No. [-] line, the swamp forest in the eastern suburbs in summer, the endless fields in the countryside in autumn, and the frozen Beiwu River in winter; he will buy big bubble gum with Shang Chu, who can blow bigger bubbles, Then give Shang Chu his own candy wrapper; he will celebrate Shang Chu’s birthday, give him a puppet bear every year, and write him beautiful greeting cards; he will be on duty with Shang Chu, and he will be golden in the sunset Kiss Shangchu in the classroom, he will tell Shangchu not to be afraid no matter what happens, he will tell Shangchu that you will be a very good adult in the future.

No matter what age he meets Shang Chu, the result is the same, he will still be hopelessly attracted to such Shang Chu.

Bai Aize slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his heart was filled with enthusiasm one after another.

If only he had met his little teenager sooner.

Shang Chu finished smoking a cigarette and found Bai Aize staring at him, so he asked, "What are you looking at?"

"No," Bai Aize chuckled and lowered his eyelashes, and picked up the composition text after a while, "Are you still doing it now?"

"I rely on you to always use that broken money for what?" Shang Chu muttered twice, and then asked, "What will happen?"

"Blow out smoke rings." Bai Aize joked.

"...What the hell?" Shang Chu was at a loss.

Bai Aize added a hint: "Heart-shaped."

Shang Chu was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it, and then made a "puchi" and asked dumbfoundedly, "Where did you see that?"

Bai Aize nodded, and praised sincerely, "The title is "That Incident, I'm Really Great". The writing is very good, and the writing is brilliant."

"Fuck your uncle!"

Shang Chu threw the cigarette butt at him, but Bai Aize dodged to dodge.

"Whoever has time to practice that thing, I just wrote it to pretend to be aggressive and deliberately annoy my Chinese teacher," Shang Chu said, "It's still in the shape of a heart, thanks to the fact that I was able to write it at that time."

Bai Aize glanced at the stack of certificates in the box: "If you write essays like this, you can still get the first place in the exam?"

"I'm not an idiot. I'm just writing for fun. Can I write like this for a serious exam?" Shang Chu played with a lighter in his hand, whistled at Bai Aize, and asked him, "I found out that you didn't care about my junior high school affairs. Are you interested?"

"Well, it's very interesting." Bai Aize bent one leg, put his arm on his knees, and turned the composition to the title page with the other hand, on which was written Shang Chu's self-introduction, and he recited it in a low voice, "I am Shang Chu, handsome and unrestrained Suave, tall, broad shoulders and narrow waist, Hollywood invited me to participate in kung fu movies eight times, but I was rejected..."

"Fuck, fuck!" No matter how thick-skinned Shang Chu was, he blushed when he heard it, "Hurry up and shut up!"

Bai Aize asked seriously: "Why did you reject Hollywood's invitation?"

"..." Shang Chu's forehead twitched, "I don't have money to buy a plane ticket!"

Bai Aize gave a clear "Oh", and then asked: "It was written that you were riding a bicycle once, but the tire blew up because of your handsomeness. Why..."

"You fucking shut up!"

Shang Chu was furious and rushed forward to snatch the notebook, but Bai Aize immediately put the writing in his arms.

"I'm going to throw away this box as scrap, so hurry up and return it!" Shang Chu gritted his teeth at him.

Bai Aize shrugged his shoulders: "It's mine now."

"I'll go to your uncle!" Shang Chu pointed his middle finger, "How come my things are yours?"

"These are all waste products," Bai Aize said rationally, "Whoever sees them will own them."

"You fucking!" Shang Chu couldn't argue with him, so he had to snort for a while, kicked on the box, "I'll give you everything, I think you have something wrong!"

Bai Aize grabbed his ankle: "My thing, if it breaks, I have to pay for it."

A tingling sensation came from Bai Aize's palm, spreading all the way up his calf, Shang Chu withdrew his foot, and cursed with a blushing face.

The taxi he hailed earlier was about to arrive, Shang Chu didn't have many things, so he stuffed a suitcase, including the one Bai Aize was about to leave, the total was only one big and one small.

The room was empty, with nothing left except a few pieces of old furniture. Shang Chu kicked the box to the entrance of the corridor, stood by the door and turned his back to the rental house that carried his entire boyhood, with his hands on his hips and his head deeply exhale.

He was in a very complicated mood right now, and he couldn't tell what was causing the inexplicable soreness in his throat. There was a "pop" sound from behind, and Bai Aize turned off the lights in the room.

Shang Chu turned his head subconsciously, wanting to take another look, a warm palm went around his shoulder and covered his eyes.

Bai Aize's deep but gentle voice rang in his ears: "The time is up, it's time to move forward, don't look back."

Shang Chu raised his hand unconsciously to hold Bai Aize's wrist, his lips moved, because he knew that Bai Aize was standing behind him, the sigh that hadn't come out turned into a light but firm smile: "Let's go."

The taxi couldn't enter the alley, so they were waiting for them at the intersection. Bai Aize held the small box in one hand and asked casually, "Where are you moving?"

Shang Chu replied naturally: "Where are you?"

"Where am I?" Bai Aize asked.

Shang Chu gave a "hmm", blinked his eyes at Bai Aize, and wrote "Then what else?"

Bai Aize raised his eyebrows: "I don't know about this."

"Didn't I tell you now?" Shang Chu smiled at him, "Your house is also left alone. Anyway, you are usually at school, and you will live there during the holidays. We are good classmates, and we should help each other. of."

Bai Aize snorted, and while striding out, he said, "What if I don't agree?"

"Slow down! My box is heavy! Damn!" Shang Chu trotted after him, "If you don't agree, then I'll live with brother Ye Su, he said he can help you rent a cheap one. single."

"Then you should find him." Bai Aize said.

Shang Chu staggered and almost fell to the ground: "Bai Aize, are you so ruthless! Brother Ye Su just told me that he didn't find it! You won't let me live and I'm living on the street!"

Bai Aize, who was walking in front, smiled lightly.

Ye Su told him about this last night. Shang Chu planned to move and asked him to find a cheap house. He called "specially" to ask Bai Aize what he thought.

How did he answer it?Bai Aize thought for a while, and it seemed that what he said could be——

"If you help him find a suitable house, I'll send all the Alpha male star magazines you hid under my bed to my brother."

Ye Su scolded him on the other end of the phone, saying that he was carved out of the same mold as the Bai Yu brothers, and his heart was very dark. Poor Xiao Shang was eaten to death by him like this.

"Can I give you the rent? Second son? Second young master? Xiaobai? Ai Ze? Brother Ai Ze?" Shang Chu kept yelling behind him, "Pay you according to the market price! First charge it to your account, I How much do I owe you now? 40, right? I will calculate the interest for you after it is recorded in the account, and I will do cleaning and laundry for you, and at worst, I will also warm your quilt, this is the head office..."

Shang Chu sleeps in Bai Aize's living room, the sofa is big enough, and a quilt is more than enough for one person to sleep on.

Bai Aize couldn't sleep, Shang Chu was just across the wall, very close to him.

The last time they were so close was in the dormitory of Xinyang Municipal Bureau, he slept on the balcony, listening to Shang Chu and his little bear whispering.

It became very quiet after nightfall, the sound of shower water came from outside, Shang Chu was taking a bath?

Bai Aize suddenly felt hot all over, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up from the bed in annoyance.

It's just that he's taking a shower...

Bai Aize turned on the night light, picked up a book at random from the bedside, and flipped through it to calm himself down. He knew every word in the book, but they couldn't form a coherent sentence when put together. It sounded in my ears, and Shangchu's smooth neck, well-shaped collarbone, waist wrapped around one hand, and straight calves suddenly appeared in front of my eyes...

Snapped--

Bai Aize closed the pages of the book abruptly, raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, why was he so restless.

After a while, the sound of the water stopped, and then there was a knock on the door of the room.

Twice thud, softly.

Bai Aize's back stiffened.

The smell of wormwood belonging to Omega penetrated through the crack of the door, scattered in the air unscrupulously, found him accurately, and then invaded every cell in his body.

"I opened the door?"

Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, Shang Chu pressed the doorknob and opened the door without authorization.

His whole body was steaming, his wet hair was sticking to his forehead obediently, he was wearing a large white T-shirt, the hem covered his thighs, and underneath were two slender but not weak legs.

Bai Aize's Adam's apple twitched, he frowned and said, "You—"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he himself was stunned, his voice was hoarse as if it had been polished by rough sandpaper.

"Where are your shoes?"

Shang Chu was barefoot, and there were two rows of wet footprints on the ground behind him.

"I don't seem to be quite right." Shang Chu pursed his lips, and quietly took two steps forward, his steps were as nimble as a cat's, with an alluring innocence hidden in his voice, "I don't know what's wrong."

So cunning, he was too cunning.

Bai Aize closed his eyes, and let out a "gudong" sound from his throat.

"The doctor said that my pheromones are too low and I need drugs to control them." Shang Chu raised a seductive arc at the end of his eyes, his eyes were full of sly smiles, and said softly, "Xiaobai, I just sprayed drugs, and now it seems that the concentration is low." Got taller, did you hear that?"

Of course he did.

Shang Chu walked to the edge of the bed, bent one leg and knelt on the edge of the bed, water droplets fell drop by drop, leaving a dark mark on the bed sheet.

"Xiaobai, won't you hug me?"

Bai Aize suddenly thought of what Ye Su said last night.

"Xiao Shang is eaten to death by you." ——Wrong way, wrong way.

Bai Aize suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, Shang Chu wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and knelt on his waist.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, Xiaobai..."

Bai Aize bites Shang Chu's shoulder, and Shang Chu tilts his head back, the curve of his neck is so beautiful and shocking.

Obviously he was eaten to death by Shang Chu.