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Yan Zizheng had inquired about Lin Jinglei's family from Tang Shan before, but it was just superficial, he probably didn't ask much about it.Looking at it now, it is not difficult to guess that the newly moved mother and son are Lin Jinglei's aunt and brother.

He knew Lin Jinglei's younger brother, his name was Lin Tai, and it was because of that boy that he and Lin Jinglei didn't know each other at first. They lived in the same courtyard, and they haven't met until now, otherwise he wouldn't have seen him at the door. Lin Jinglei was surprised.

It was past nine o'clock, his grandfather and Yan Ziqing had already gone to bed, Yan Zizheng opened the door and led someone in quietly.

Lin Jinglei stepped on the ground without knowing that there was a step at the door, and let out a groan, Yan Zizheng had no choice but to turn on the hall light.

Yan Zizheng turned around and looked at the man who had stabilized his body, and pointed to the front: "Go this way, be gentle."

Lin Jinglei stood the trolley case at the door so that he could take it away later, and followed Yan Zizheng inside.Although the light at the door was not enough to see the place passing by clearly, but he vaguely felt that the overall layout was the same as his aunt's house, which should be the case for houses built in such a unified batch.

Yan Zizheng pushed open the door of the room, first turned on the light, went in and put the cello backpack on the bed and told Lin Jinglei to sit down casually.

The moment Lin Jinglei stepped into Yan Zizheng's room, he was stunned, it was strangely clean, and he always felt that something was wrong.

After looking around, he knew what the problem was. It was too neat, and everything was weirdly neat.

He was also told to sit down wherever he wanted, the whole fucking room had only the bed to sit on, he sat on the side of the bed, glanced at the cello on the bed, and said in a positive tone: "I don't see that you seem to be someone who can play the cello."

Yan Zizheng brought a chair back from the door, sat behind the door and raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what is called a portrait?"

Maisui barked twice, and poked his head out of Lin Jinglei's hat, his eyes were staring, his ears were pricked up, and his claws were scratching.Lin Jinglei felt that the cat wanted to go to the toilet, and it would be a tragedy if it got into his hat, so he quickly raised his hand and took the cat out and put it on the ground, thinking that it was necessary to tell the owner of the room: "It may want to Go to the toilet, you don't mind if you get dirty."

Yan Zizheng's eyes moved with the cat: "Mind."

Lin Jinglei was about to pick up the cat and take it outside, but the little ancestor immediately got under the bed.

"The dish is spoiled," Lin Jinglei squatted down and called, "Wheat ears, wheat ears, come here, come out."

Maisui is a one-and-a-half-year-old orange cat, somehow Lin Jinglei developed a dog-like personality, and he likes to stick with him, usually when his name is called, he will come here, but today he may be stage fright in a strange place, let him No matter what you call it, you lie on the bottom of the bed, the innermost place where you don't move.

Lin Jinglei turned around and said, "Is there a mop? I'll use the mop pole to get it out."

Yan Zizheng was afraid that the sound of going to get the mop would wake up the two men, so he came over and half-lyed on the ground and looked under the bed: "No need to mop."

After saying this, he got his upper body under the bed, stretched out an arm and dragged the cat.

Lin Jinglei squatted there waiting, he could hear the sound of Maisui struggling, he patted Yan Zizheng on the back: "It's afraid of strangers, why don't I do it."

Yan Zizheng withdrew little by little, holding one of Maisui's hind legs with his hand, and the back of his hand was covered with cat feces.Lin Jinglei didn't go to pick up the cat at the first moment, but avoided Yan Zizheng's hand, thinking that what Maisui did was so fucking beautiful.

After Yan Zizheng threw the cat to Lin Jinglei, he opened the door to wash his hands in a few strides, and soon came back with a mop to clean up the cat feces on the floor under the bed.

Lin Jinglei hugged the cat and sat there with his legs crossed, looking at it, and smiled neither lightly nor seriously: "Look, I just need to use a mop."

While Yan Zizheng was working hard, he turned his attention to the rows of neatly arranged dolls on the bookshelf, walked over and took a closer look, each of which was marked with a sticky note.

"You like this star too?"

Yan Zizheng muffled his head and mopped the floor, humming.

Lin Jinglei looked at the doll on the far side, and felt that it looked very familiar. It was the same as the one he gave to the girl. He pointed to it and asked, "This one was given by my girlfriend."

Yan Zizheng gave the answer without even looking at it: "No."

"You didn't even read it," Lin Jinglei frowned, "How do you know which one I'm talking about?"

Yan Zizheng stood there with his hands on the mop pole, looked at Lin Jinglei: "Because I don't have a girlfriend."

Lin Jinglei was quite surprised, staring at the row of puppets, Yan Zizheng in his peripheral vision continued to mop the floor.

Two days ago at Daqi's, Lin Jinglei listened to a song with a great rhythm and set it as the ringtone of his mobile phone on a whim. When the sudden and explosive music rang, he startled himself and quickly picked it up.

"Brother, didn't you say that you were at the gate? People, my mother and I are back."

Lin Jinglei hurried out, and gasped when he accidentally bumped into it because it was too dark, Yan Zizheng immediately followed and turned on the light.

After sending the person out, he locked the door, ran back to the room like the wind, arranged the tissue box on the table that was crooked by Lin Jinglei, and was corrected by the puppet that Lin Jinglei had misplaced, and then took a deep breath, feeling very relieved few.

How dare Lin Jinglei tell his aunt why he came to live here, he would definitely not mention his uncle to make his aunt angry, he just said that he wanted to stay here with them for a few days.

"Brother, how did you come out from the next door?"

Lin Jinglei was taking things out of the trolley case: "I still want to ask you, why didn't you tell me that Yan Zizheng lives next door to you."

"What?" Lin Tai stared, "He lives in this courtyard?"

He didn't allow Lin Jinglei to speak, so he launched a second round of unbelievable questioning: "You actually went to his house to wait for us? You didn't fight?"

Lin Jinglei thought for a while, then shook his head: "No."

Lin Tai seemed to have a lot to digest: "What's the situation, when did you get so close to him?"

Lin Jinglei pulled out his favorite underwear from under his brother's buttocks, folded it and said, "What's intimate, I'm just too fucking cold to go in and sit for a while."

Lin Tai gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are awesome."

Lin Jinglei laughed: "I don't have my Maggie Niu, it just goes in and shits."

When the two brothers were chatting and joking, Tong Yuying walked in: "Let's squeeze together tonight, I'll buy a bed tomorrow, and Jing Lei will have a place to sleep when he comes over."

For Lin Jinglei, this was destined to be a sleepless night. He never liked to sleep in the same bed as others. In the second half of the night, he simply ran to sleep on the sofa with his pillow and quilt in his arms.

After tossing and tossing, he didn't sleep well and it was dawn. He was holding back his urine, and there was no bathroom in the room. He didn't know where to go to the bathroom, so he had to pat Lin Tai to wake him up.

Lin Tai said in a daze, "There is a toilet outside, just turn right when you go out."

After Lin Jinglei put on his coat and went out, he followed Lin Tai's instructions. He really saw the toilet, and turned left to see the men's toilet.

The layout of the public toilets, but because few people use them, they are extraordinarily clean.After he finished, he flushed, washed his hands and came out, and was blown by the morning breeze, completely drowsy.

He felt that he couldn't stay any longer, and the fact that the toilet was not indoors in this place made him very upset.

Unexpectedly, what was even more disturbing was that he wanted to take a hot shower after breakfast, and his aunt told him to go to the public bath outside the main gate. Lin Jinglei had a very strong urge to pack up and go home. Having never been to a public bath, he shook his head hard and stopped taking a bath.No matter how difficult it was, it was better than going back to participate in the happy life of his uncle and mistress, so he endured it.

The route changed after moving here. Lin Tai had to walk a little earlier to go to school. Twenty minutes after he left, Lin Jinglei was also urged to go to school by his aunt.

He pretended to come out, but he was planning to go to the Internet cafe for a day, walked out of the alley, and saw Yan Zizheng waiting for the bus in front of the No. [-] Middle School bus stop.

Lin Jinglei didn't understand Yan Zizheng very well. He was a punk in the world but he was doing what a student should do. It seemed that he didn't care about anything and cared about everything. What the hell was going on.

He passed the stop sign leisurely, did not say hello to the boy looking down at his phone, but was stopped after walking two meters away.

"Aren't you going to school?"

Lin Jinglei turned to look at the interrogator: "Why do I have to go to school?"

Yan Zizheng stood up straight: "I heard you tell your aunt that you are going to school."

Lin Jinglei frowned: "Are you going to sue or something."

Yan Zizheng chuckled lightly: "I don't have that leisurely mind."

"Then what are you talking about." Lin Jinglei turned around and left.

Yan Zizheng continued: "I want to remind you that the school dismissal time was changed last week, which is half an hour earlier than before. Don't forget that it's not the right time to come back."

Lin Jinglei kept raising his hands, and said very casually, "Thank you."

The school bus of No. 2 Middle School is always on time, Yan Zizheng got on the school bus [-] minutes later, he saw Lin Jinglei rushing back from the rear view mirror, and signaled the driver to wait for a while and then went inside. When Lin Jinglei came up to find a seat, he pointed at him The one in front was the only empty seat.

Lin Jinglei sat down, feeling surprised that there would be vacant seats on the school bus in Tanghe District, which was much better than the entrance of his community, and every time it was so crowded that people would die.

Yan Zizheng looked at the back of Lin Jinglei's head and asked, "Didn't you say you weren't going to school?"

Lin Jinglei turned his head and looked out the window: "Who said I'm going to school, I want to hitch a ride there, get off at school and go to Aurora, today..."

He silenced his voice, why did he explain this to Yan Zizheng.

Afterwards, neither of them spoke again, they plugged in their earphones, listened to music and looked out the window in unison.

Along the way, more and more students came, and finally it was so crowded that it was hard to even sit.

After the boy standing next to the seat put the breakfast in his hand on his lap for the fourth time, Lin Jinglei couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed him hard: "Stand away, don't rub it on my clothes."

It was a sophomore boy in high school. Lin Jinglei pushed and stepped on a female classmate behind him. After being scolded with disgust, he took all his anger on Lin Jinglei who didn't give him face in public. When the car turned a corner, it splashed on Lin Jinglei's pants.

"Fuck!" Lin Jinglei stood up and grabbed the boy by the collar, "Did you fucking do it on purpose?"