Who is not a fairy?

Song Yu told He Xu while having breakfast that he had already asked for leave and paid his salary in advance, and planned to accompany He Xu to the building materials market to pick out decoration materials.

He Xu glanced at him calmly, and suddenly asked, "How do you fix electrical appliances?"

"Ok?"

He Xu raised his chin, and Song Yu came to his senses: "Put your hand on the electric appliance to discharge it, see what's wrong, and then replace the parts."

After hearing this, He Xu didn't comment on these words, but just laughed, which made Song Yu puzzled.

After dinner, He Xu found a piece of A4 paper to write a notice, saying that the door would not be open today, but the handwriting was not as good as his own. He wrote five pieces in one go, and the most passable one was in the font of a primary school student, which looked tiger-headed and tiger-brained.

He sighed, called Song Yu who had just finished washing the dishes with enthusiasm, and gave him the marker pen, asking him to help write a notice.

"'Notice', colon," He Xu folded his arms and said word by word, "'I have something to do at home, I will take a day off'. You can write that 'one' in Chinese characters. If you are still busy tomorrow, you can add one to it." It's horizontal. Sign the date in the lower right corner."

He Xu asked Song Yu to write, it was purely a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he would never take out his words, it would be too embarrassing for "Shaobing Pan An", if it is impossible, he can only go to a printing shop to type out a copy , is a little troublesome.

He Xu thought about it so casually, and saw Song Yu straighten up, and handed over the khata respectfully as if offering it: "It's finished."

He Xu glanced at it.

"...Have you practiced calligraphy before?"

Song Yu shook his head: "I don't know."

On the way to the shop, He Xu kept holding the A4 paper carefully in his hands, feeling a guilty conscience of burning the piano and boiling the crane.

Later, when they were on their way to the building materials market, He Xu suggested to him sincerely: "Why don't you change your career to write calligraphy? Being a calligraphy teacher is much easier than repairing electrical appliances."

But Song Yu shook his head very politely and unknowingly: "The writing is not good, and it will delay others."

He Xu originally wanted to persuade him again, but then he thought that he had no position and it was unnecessary, so he stopped talking.

The house was severely damaged, the floor of the living room and the master bedroom were scalded with several big holes, the glass windows were gone, the screen window of the master bedroom was gone, and one door was broken.

He Xu thought about it, so he simply pried out the floor tiles in the living room and replaced them with wooden floors.

It's not about how rich he is, but because he knows his sexual orientation, he doesn't plan to get married or have children, and the house is the old house at home. These are a lot of expenses, and the whole province is saved.

If you have no worries in your heart, you will naturally not be able to keep money.

Mom and Dad said it several times, but he didn't change it.

Song Yu followed behind him step by step, listening to the salesman's quotation, he used his brain to count the money, and his face turned pale when he counted. He Xu glanced at him and knew what he was thinking, and laughed sullenly in his heart One sound.

"Ah Yu," He Xu suddenly stopped and called his name, Song Yu was being hit by money, and walked forward with inertia, almost bumping into the bridge of He Xu's nose, He Xu rubbed the tip of his nose and said, "Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?"

Song Yu: "Not thirsty."

He Xu sighed: "I'm thirsty, help me buy a bottle of water."

Song Yu: "Okay."

Seeing Song Yu walking away, He Xu immediately turned his head and discussed with the salesman: "That's all, what time can I deliver it?"

When Song Yu came back, not only the floor, but also the doors and screens were bought together.

He Xu was leaning aside and playing with his mobile phone boredly, and found that Song Yu was only holding a bottle of water in his hand, and looked at him with a slight smile: "Why don't you buy a bottle for yourself?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"But you're sweating."

"Not thirsty."

He Xu took two sips and handed it over: "Do you mind if I drink it?"

Song Yu looked into his eyes, then at the mineral water bottle in his hand, and took it.

Just when he raised his head to drink, He Xu suddenly leaned into his ear and said nonchalantly, "Don't spill it, it's a waste."

The two faces were only a punch away, neither far nor close.

Song Yu didn't know why, but suddenly blushed.

He was holding the plastic bottle, feeling as if he was holding his own heart, it was so soft and spineless, he thought that He Xu would drink it later, he couldn't touch the mouth of the bottle, but he remembered that He Xu told him not to spill it, After hesitating for a while, he finally drank it to his mouth.

Mr. He, he probably...wouldn't mind, right?

He sneaked a glance at He Xu under the cover of the bottle. He Xu was holding the phone, his eyelids were half-drooped, and the great autumn light hit his face, sticking to the fine hair on his face, and he couldn't shake it off. It complements his sharp outline and outstanding facial features.

Song Yu skipped a little in his heart, thinking: He looks so good-looking.

He was so far away that he didn't notice that He Xu had already bought the floor. He didn't remember until the two walked five meters away. He Xu smiled and explained a few words casually.

Later, when the two went to buy glass, Song Yu had to pay anyway, so He Xu let him go.

After buying the equipment and contacting the decoration staff, it has been a whole morning. He Xu took Song Yu back to Wankun Street when he was hungry, but he didn't enter his house: "I'm too lazy to cook. Let's eat outside, what do you want to eat?"

Song Yu stretched out his hand.

He Xu looked at him in surprise: "You don't have to be polite to me."

Song Yu stretched out his fingers stubbornly.

He Xu glanced at the signboard of "Fuji Hot and Sour Rice Noodles" with missing arms and legs, and finally walked into the store.

It was one o'clock, and there weren't too many customers, so they picked another corner, which was quite clean.

Song Yu was eating hot and sour noodles, and suddenly said in the middle: "I really don't know what'fire seed' is."

He Xu obviously didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, and was taken aback for a moment.

Song Yu didn't look into He Xu's eyes, but only stared at the bowl of soup with red oil floating in front of him. The wound on He Xu's neck was very shallow, and it had scabbed after a night, but he didn't dare to look at it. My heart feels uncomfortable.

"I won't lie to you, I really don't know."

He Xu gave a soft "hmm".

He lowered his head to eat hot and sour rice noodles again, and watched two slices of beef as thin as cicada's wings be picked up with chopsticks for a long time, and suddenly remembered what those people taught him: Giving good food to each other is a kind of love and cherishing each other Performance.But only extremely close people can do this.

Song Yu is not stupid, and he often observes his colleagues when he eats lunch at noon. Among them, the two brothers may be good, but neither throws the meat into the other's bowl.That should only be done by very close, very close people.

He looked at the beef in his bowl, feeling a little overwhelmed.

He Xu caught a glimpse of this, and He Xu thought he was dissatisfied with this, so he quickly waved his hand: "Waiter, add two servings of beef."

When it's over, there will be one serving for two people.

Song Yu stirred the soup with chopsticks, lowered his eyes and whispered, "Mr. He, I'm moving out today."

He Xu didn't speak, and Song Yu's heart suddenly jumped wildly. He didn't know that his heart could beat so fast, "Is it because I'm sick?" He thought so.

Then he heard He Xu casually reply: "Okay."

His heart stopped beating immediately.

After lunch, Song Yu went home to pack something. He was poor and had no outfit, so he packed a bag and left.

As soon as he saw him go, the briquettes were overjoyed!

As soon as it saw Song Yu, it wanted to step on Song Yu's head, like stepping on his head into a basin, but afraid of He Xu's power, it could only hold its breath and watch Song Yu tidy up. Only when he left, could it let out a long breath , jumping up and down on the sofa happily.

"That broom star is gone! He Xu, I didn't expect you to be quite clear. I wrongly blamed you before."

He Xu's response was to bend his middle finger slightly, and bounced the briquettes to the ground: "Someone will come to decorate at two o'clock, I'll sleep first, and you look at home."

The briquettes bounced twice on the ground, making it top-heavy, and by the time its brain returned to its place, He Xu had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

He Xu has the aura of getting up, and after much deliberation, he finally decided that the person who knows the current affairs is the hero, and quietly huddled in the corner, and taught him a lesson when he woke up.

After another afternoon of tossing around, He Xu was very satisfied with his brand-new old house, so he refused the dinner cooked by his mother. He cooked some wontons for himself, and went to his room to change into a suit of clothes: a light blue striped shirt , high-waisted black trousers, moccasin shoes that have just been polished, and the most annoying thing is that He Xu took some perfume and sprayed it on the cuffs and neckline twice.

The smell is not strong, and you can't smell it even if you don't sniff it carefully, but this kind of vague smell is the most attractive, making it hard to bear.

The briquette spirit looked at him in amazement, and wanted to jump on his head, but He Xu ruthlessly threw it to the ground on the grounds that he could mess up his hairstyle.

The coal ball spirit didn't care about losing his temper at him anymore, and jumped onto his shoulder, looking at He Xu in the mirror curiously: "Where are you going?"

"bar."

"What are you doing at the bar?"

He Xu rolled his eyes at it: "What do you think?"

The briquette was stunned, feeling that her pure as white paper heart had been severely impacted: "You can't even catch up with the speed of empathy."

He Xu frowned impatiently: "Why do you talk so much? You were the one who told me not to look for him. Now I'm looking for someone else and you quit."

Briquette was afraid that he would turn back, so he hurriedly shook his head: "That's not what I mean... I just... Hey, you are such a bastard."

"Go away, be careful that I will find you a stepmother and abuse you every day."

He Xu turned around, making sure that every inch of himself was radiantly handsome, and then went out happily.

He Xu is not a person who often comes out to play, but Yan Hao has long legs and is still a 1. He just sat there for 15 minutes, and four glasses of wine have already been delivered. that cup.

About half an hour later, there were more people in the bar, the music was turbulent, and the air was dry and hot. A young man in tight leather pants entangled He Xu like a water snake. Liu Xiahui, it wasn't until the man reached into his waist that He Xu raised his eyes and grabbed the man's hand.

The little leather pants smiled slightly at He Xu.

He Xu also smiled at him, then pushed him away gently but firmly, and nodded his chin: "Sorry, I have an appointment."

Following He Xu's gaze, there was a person sitting in the corner, the lamp shadow was blurred, and his face could not be seen clearly.

He Xu put down his wine glass, sat on the sofa and chatted with the man together, after chatting for a few words, they got up and walked out through the back door.

The back door leads to a dark alley. He Xu stopped at the corner and said softly, "Little Qian."

The voice responded very softly: "Hello, Officer He."

He Xu laughed and said, "I've stopped being a policeman a long time ago."

"That's Boss He," the two of them put their heads together, and the little man named "Xiaoqian" wore a windbreaker, covering the necks of the two of them tightly, "I wish Boss He a prosperous business."

"Thank you for your good words. I won't talk about it in circles. Please help me find this person."

Xiaoqian silently stuffed the information into the inner pocket of the windbreaker, and heard He Xu twitching his lips next to his ear: "The first six months and the second three days, the smaller the better."

Xiaoqian: "OK."

"Then I'll go first, you come out 10 minutes late."

Speaking of which, He Xu pretended to help him straighten his windbreaker, then lit a cigarette, took a puff comfortably, and left.

The next day he called his old colleague from the police station. He Xu was a well-known policeman before He Xu entered the sentence. Later, he had a good relationship with He Xu. He could be regarded as both a teacher and a friend. The information does not need to be too detailed, as long as the native place, birth and growth experience.

The man hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

After that, it was the days of waiting. After waiting for three days, He Xu should eat and sleep. The days were so comfortable that even the briquettes were jealous.

When an old colleague called, he was lying on the sofa watching a movie, with potato chips in his left hand and pocky in his right.

"Yo, old Yan, you think of me."

"You brat is living comfortably, but I didn't sleep all night last night. Oh my god, I see quadruple images of light bulbs now."

"Are you going to change your mouth about running the train, is that an exaggeration? It's not the first time you've stayed up late."

"I'm old, but I'm not younger than you young people."

"No, no, why is Brother Yan old? Who said that? Let him stand up, and I'll clean him up for you."

The person on the other end of the phone laughed: "Just be able to say some beautiful words, that's enough, I won't talk to you anymore, I will check the person you asked me to check."

"Thank you, Brother Yan."

"Don't thank me in a hurry, you tell me clearly what you want to do before I can give you the information, of course it's okay if you don't tell me, I think you can get it yourself, it just takes a little more time. "

"I can understand your concerns, but Lao Yan, if you think about it this way, if I use it to do bad things and hide from you, why would you ask me to investigate?"

"Stop talking nonsense, speak quickly!"

After He Xu finished eating the pocky in his hand, he freed his right hand to grab an envelope on the coffee table.

Inside the envelope was a stack of photos, one of which was taken at Modin's "Laifu Noodle Shop", it was not very clear, but it was clear that the person in the photo had a cropped haircut, a Chinese character face, and was tall and burly.

He Xu only glanced at it.

He was very familiar with that man. If the man turned his face, he could still see a scar under his right ear, which was cut when he was fighting with a gangster.

That was his teacher and also his friend - Yan Feng.

He Xu flipped through the photos, and the date on the back was the day after he met Xiaoqian and the day he called Yan Feng.

When he saw that date, he finally couldn't help laughing: "That's my boyfriend."