jealous tail

Du Tingwei and I stood in front of the mirror, brushing and spitting foam together. There can’t be so many things on the washing rack. His tooth bowl was smashed on the ground by my flying sleeve end last month, which happened to be taken care of Housework is over, so we use the same one. Anyway, we don't wash at the same time, so I didn't expect to meet today, and there will be no delay.

I took a sip of water, the froth around my mouth stained the rim of the cup, like melted cotton candy, I sent the reverse side to Du Tingwei, he probably didn't expect me to be so kind, took a turn, and brushed again Turning back, I directly dyed the remaining white foam on his bright red lips.

I looked a little schadenfreude, every time Du Tingwei ate half of the meatball I bit left, I was so happy too.

When I was a child, the little fat man in the neighbor’s house was very arrogant. It was disgustingly hot in summer evenings. There was no such thing as air conditioning in the village. At dinner time, everyone liked to squat at the gate with rice bowls that were out of color.

When I was squatting on the stone pier of my house to catch ants with a steamed bun, the little fat man next door would grab a chopstick full of color and flavor and eat noodles with fried sauce.

The white noodles are wrapped in a salty brown sauce, and the shredded cucumbers are so stained that you can’t tell the body. He smashed his mouth and looked at me while eating. I don’t know if he is showing off or pity, waiting for the chopsticks to pick it inside. The shiitake mushrooms were in pieces, his face was sour, he turned his head and threw all of them into his brother's bowl, and then picked up a few meat scraps from his brother's bowl, his brother scolded the brat and flicked him lightly on the forehead.

The fat on the chopsticks splashed onto the little fat man's face because of this snap of the fingers. My brother rushed to wipe the little fat man before he could yell, coaxing him while wiping. My brother just went blind, so the little fat man didn't cry, so the little fat man snorted I didn't care about the faltering anymore, I buried my head in eating hard, and went to get the second bowl in 2 minutes.

The memory of the five-year-old is logically unclear, but I am particularly impressed, like carving a woodcut knife on my blood vessels, like a cheap chip implanted in the heart.

When I first came to Beijing, I had no money in my hands, and I often didn’t have enough to eat and drink well. I only ate one meal a day at noon, and I relied on drinking water in the morning and evening. At night, I was so hungry that my stomach tightened and hurt.

Then when I toss and turn and can’t fall asleep, I will think of the winding path in the village covered with rapeseed flowers, the small stone pier at the door of the house that has been smoothed, and the bowl of fried rice that is steaming and fragrant. Jiang Nian also thought of the pair of brothers who seemed to have no troubles since birth.

When I think of the past, my heart will always fluctuate. I used some force with my hand, and the bristly bristle brush slid across my gums. I looked at me with a mouthful of red teeth in the mirror, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Du Ting spat out the foam slightly to wash the corners of his mouth, and looked up at me, "What are you laughing at... What's wrong with your teeth."

He threw down his toothbrush and held my chin in his hands to watch. His action of throwing a bowling ball was exactly the same as mine. The undried water droplets flowed down from the natural upward curve of the corner of his mouth and hit his thick chest.

I laughed harder, but he was a little anxious, raised the tooth jar and gave me a sip of water.

"Show me your mouth."

When Du Tingwei became serious, his tone was pleasant, and I couldn't help but listen to his words. It was obviously a rose, but it always pretended to be a bluegrass.

I'm not a fat man. I used to think that if I had a good brother, I would definitely not talk back to him or lose my temper with him. Take away the things he doesn't like, he can flick my forehead at will, it doesn't matter if it breaks, I will wipe off the blood and tell him brother, I don't hurt.

I looked at Du Tingwei, who was frowning in the mirror, and then gulped and gurgled with joy to rinse my mouth. He pinched my ears so lightly that the color of the earlobes didn't change at all, like the forehead of a little fat man who was blown at that time. He told me, "Wash lightly."

I puffed out my cheeks and wanted to laugh even more. My shoulders twitched and I was about to choke. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my head down.

"Spit it out."

He said.

Then I don't want to vomit, I vomited a pool of blood with two gurgles.

He turned around holding my chin, and opened his mouth like a dentist to show me, "Ah..." I couldn't help laughing out loud. When we were young, when we were vaccinated, our parents would always buy a sugar pill from the doctor. , the sugar-coated shells started as soon as the needle was injected. I remember that little girl's parents coaxed her in the same way, "Ah... Mom will feed you sugar, so don't cry."

"Ah..." I opened my mouth to show him, the bigger the arc, the happier I am.

He sighed helplessly, "I didn't let you open so wide, the corners of your mouth collapsed, close it a bit, forget it."

He unscrewed the faucet with his left hand and washed his fingers under the running water. It was just like disinfecting before brushing his teeth. This is so clean. I feel that I am not worthy to stand with him to pee in the future.

Slightly cold fingers opened my lower lip, and gently opened it to explore the sides. I remembered my exploration in Jinyeyu's body yesterday, and I didn't know what to think, so I couldn't help closing my lips and biting his index finger.

Du Tingwei was once again fooled by me. He reacted for two seconds and didn't let me let go of him. Instead, he said, "Hey, the skin on the lower left side is broken. Don't tear it off with your hands. Use your tongue to gently scrape it off. I'll get it in a while." You buy watermelon cream."

It’s a big deal, but I enjoy it very much. Whether it’s making up for the past or making an advance for the future, I just want to keep a little warmth.

I nodded, actually wanted to hold it for a while to see his reaction, but I yawned again, Du Tingwei took the opportunity to pull out his hand, and changed the other hand to lurk in the corner of my eyes and wait.

In fact, I didn’t cry at first, I didn’t doze off much before, but today I yawned a lot, and I shed a lot of tears. I don’t like to cry, so I reserved very little water. It’s already exceeded today’s calculation, but my facial features are covered by him. Disturbed by this action, the tip of his nose became sour unconsciously, and a tear of a pretender shed from the corner of his eye without anyone noticing.

Ah, overdrawn again.

He wiped away my tears, "Wash your face quickly, I'll make you something to eat first."

"Brother, you didn't wash it either."

He rinsed his hands again under the tap, "You don't need to face to make breakfast."

I pulled the towel off the shelf and handed it to him, "Use it, the dust on your face will be softened by the steam when you look into the pot, and then it will all shake into the pot as you blink."

I look like a fool, but when I think about it carefully, it is very reasonable. Not everyone can imagine it. He hesitated for a moment, then turned on the faucet again, rubbed his face again, and it made a loud noise. I really wanted to rush at him. A slap on the back of the head, damn it, will you wash it lightly, so you won't be afraid of bald skin.

Facts have proved that the effect of any product varies from person to person. Not only is he not bald, but he is even more radiant. Du Tingwei is really good at it. This face is indifferent and not melancholy, gentle and not sentimental, beautiful but not soft, and proud A lot of gifts.

"A cloud, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt, a light frown and double snails."

The Jiaojiao gentleman in the storytellers probably looks like this.

He took the towel in my hand, hurriedly wiped it neatly and put it back on the shelf, then stepped out, I stopped him, "Brother."

He turned around, "Huh?" I pulled my short sleeves over my shoulders, exposing my arms, and said to him, "Brother, give me an injection."

He looked at me, then at my arm, before he stretched out his thumb for a long time, and his fingertips lightly touched my little scar left by the vaccine.

"Brother, you want to do the dubbing."

I was really bullying him, but he was really spoiling me. He cleared his throat and gave me a biu. I bit my lip and smiled at him with squinted eyes. He retracted a little embarrassedly. With his hand, his fingertips traced a line on the pants, and then he squeezed his fist slightly.

I pulled off my clothes, completely consummated, refused to accept the bill after using it, ignored him, and poured the water on my face. The temperature of the water was a little cold, and I accepted the baptism with my eyes open, and they almost drowned my eyeballs.

Then Du Tingwei suddenly pulled my skirt, and I wiped off the water on my face and looked at him. He took out a piece of candy from his pocket. for him.

He let the candies lie obediently in the palm of his hand for me to watch, and I looked at them with trembling eyelashes.

"Here, good boy's sugar pill."

He said.

I'm in love with Du, really