Chunichi disease

When Zhao Qi went back, he saw Chu Ye downstairs.

This person was crooked and was helped back by two people, and those two people were also crooked, it was not easy to walk so far while holding each other.I can smell the smell of alcohol wafting from the three tumblers.

This person is afraid that he will kneel when he goes back like this.I always listen to his two professor parents singing with all kinds of red faces and white faces. If they sing enough, they will fight coldly, and if they don't sing enough, they will fight.

In the past two days, why are there so many poor children who have no parents or mothers?

Chu Ye drove Chen Yu and Zhao Guang back at the elevator door.There was only one person who took the elevator with me. He looked familiar, as if he was from the class next door. He had seen it twice, and he was not with me. He was not familiar with him, and his name was unknown.

Sometimes Chu Ye is very envious of these people.In a sense, he is not a gangster, but he is a little more social than the average well-behaved student, and his style is a little more rough. He seems to be fine, and he doesn't sneak around or turn corners. He is very good.

But if you really want to say that you are a good student, you will believe in ghosts. If you don't study, you will spend money on it, and you will spend your days in trouble.

Living like Cheng Huan is impossible.

As soon as he got into the elevator, Chu Ye lit a cigarette, and he didn't care if smoking in this kind of place would smoke the neighbors to death.He looked at the guy next to him who looked as tough as Cheng Huan and frowned at himself, then raised his hand and slapped his nose for a long time.

Looking at himself, he doesn't look like a professional gangster. The professional gangster should take a deep breath of cigarettes now, and then spit it hard on the face of this dude.

Well, it's only on the fourth floor, and there's still a long way to go.

In fact, Chu Ye wasn't very drunk, even after two days of drinking he was very dizzy.Those two people insisted on sending them off, and after sending this to that, the last remaining one still felt that he was also accompanied back home.

It is estimated that there is a hole in the brain.

He doesn't want to go back at all.

But you can't keep going.Shi Wenxiu didn't look for it, but she would get angry.When she gets angry, she will be cold and violent, and when she reaches a certain level, she will directly hit her - if the situation is not so serious, she can skip the cold and violent part.

Chu Ye could almost imagine how dark her face would be if he went back like this.

Chu Ye felt a little funny.

The man sat down on the 16th floor.Chu Ye took another three floors and arrived.

People like Cheng Huan...Chu Ye has heard the name Cheng Huan before, and his grades are pretty good. It seems that the whole school knows about it; but when the idiot said that he was Cheng Huan, Chu Ye was surprised .

It's fake, a good student is a second child.

No no no kinda funny.

He suddenly laughed loudly in the corridor, and when he had laughed enough, he rang the doorbell, leaned against the door frame, calmed down a little bit, and waited for someone to open the door.

Chu Ye just wants to sleep now, nothing else.He still has to study, take exams, and find a way to escape.

Life is so tiring, the world is unfair!

When the door opened, Shi Wenxiu's face looked very ordinary, with ordinary gold-rimmed glasses, ordinary thin skin, and no expression at all.

"Don't worry, no one can tell that I am the son of Shi Wenxiu and Chu Sheng."

Shi Wenxiu wanted to say something, but Chu Ye didn't give her a chance to speak, kicked off her shoes and walked towards the house.He could hear Shi Wenxiu following step by step: "Chuye."

Chu Ye locked her out as if she hadn't heard anything.

He lay curled up on the bed.

If you drink too much alcohol, your stomach will hurt.

After Cheng Huan moved out to live by himself, he felt that nothing had changed, except that the way to school had changed direction.He just checks his phone every day when he has nothing to do, but he doesn't have a phone.

In addition to the art class, the placement test will be taken this time.It can't be divided into the random division of the art class.There are still a few in the class who want to study hard for the college entrance examination, so they come to find Cheng Huan to start a small problem.Cheng Huan didn't learn by himself, so he knew how much to teach.Anyway, it doesn't matter which class he is assigned to. Anyway, when the day is over, it will be over. If you have nothing to do, just wait for death.

Cheng Huan went back from school and passed the post office, and sent the documents in the bag to Liu Chunhong and the others.

The floor he lived on had no one in it but him.The sales office couldn’t sell the building, so they changed the buttons on the elevator to 12A12B; when they got to 12A12B, the floor in the corridor still showed 1213, which is useless.

Cheng Huan decorates things every day if he has nothing to do, first put things like desks and bookshelves away, and there is always a place to put the computer when it arrives.Then he felt too tired, so he made a little every day. Zhao Qi had to hug Buddha's feet before the exam, so he didn't bother the old man to come over to help.

Days go by for a week.As usual on weekends, I went to grandma's place to see the elderly.As a result, there was no bus downstairs to grandma's house, so I had to walk to another intersection before I saw a bus that could pass.

When I come back, let's take a look at the broadband network or something. It seems a bit unbearable to use data to play games every day.

Cheng Huan deliberately staggered the time - this Saturday, Liu Chunhong and the others both went to work, so it was impossible to go to grandma's place, so they would not meet each other.

Grandma lives with his uncle and his family, and Cheng Huan also has a cousin named Cheng Xue, who seems to be in the third year of junior high school this year, and she goes out to make up lessons every day.When Cheng Huan passed by, he chatted with the old lady for a while, and when it was almost lunch time, he saw Cheng Xue rushing back to have a meal. He heard that he would go in the afternoon.

"Hey, what can I do if I don't go? I don't study all day long in the house. If I want to check the information, I take my mobile phone. I can't come back for a few hours. If I don't know, I think she went to find out how to make a rocket." The old man The wife glanced at her contemptuously, and pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose. The meaning was very clear, you little girl, don't try to trick the old lady into playing with your mobile phone.

Cheng Xue curled her lips and said nothing.

"Then I'll send you a message, brother, lend me your phone."

That was really direct.

Sometimes Cheng Huan really annoys her, always chatting in his ears with a group of little girls, going out every day to tell her classmates that she has a handsome cousin.

Then I kept listening to her asking myself "Do you need a boyfriend" or "Do you need a girlfriend" for others?

If I'm looking for a boyfriend or girlfriend, I'm not looking for you third-year elementary school students!

Find a fart boyfriend!

Forget what is wrong with love.

Cheng Huan looked at her and said, "If you play again, you can wait to go to our school to draw, but your shit skills will probably be kicked out of the art class."

"Where are you going to play? I just fell in love with those classmates. I'll help them mediate their... emotional pain. Why don't you give me your phone if you ask so much nonsense."

When Cheng Huan took the phone out of his pocket and handed it to her, he still babbled: "Play less with your phone and read more books. These can't be moved, they're not something you should read..."

"Unlock." Cheng Xue didn't listen to him, and she was so fierce when she picked up a mobile phone.

Cheng Huan didn't let her see the password, and directly fingerprinted. After all, there are some software with device lock...

Cheng Xue curled her lips, said "stingy" brokenly, and left.The old lady tugged at her glasses again: "Don't give it to her, this damn girl won't read anymore with her mobile phone."

Cheng Huan was a little tired.Obviously, two weeks ago, I was still thinking about whether I should be a "smooth person" as a dangdang, but now I turned around and told the little kid here to study hard.

It's useless.

The old lady is 72 this year, and I feel that this age is not bad.The old lady has a bright mind, but she is not in good health, with diabetes, heart disease and Parkinson's, and taking too much medicine can damage her kidneys.I don't know if it's because of this, but my body started to swell, and I'm short, looking like I've become a ball.

Cheng Huan moved a pony over and sat down, put the old lady's legs on top of his own, and rubbed and hammered to reduce the swelling.

The old lady just smiled, enjoying being served by others, and holding a mobile phone to press there.Cheng Huan couldn't quite understand the play playing outside the phone, and the old lady occasionally hummed when she was in a good mood.

"Why didn't you come over with your parents on Sunday?"

"I didn't live with them." Cheng Huan said after thinking about it. Anyway, when he was going to change houses, he told the old lady about this plan. He bought two small ones and he came out to live alone.Although it is definitely not the same as what was decided before, it is considered a temporary change of mind.

"Didn't you decide to live in one place before?"

"That's why they are not me." Cheng Huan hurried back, as if to avoid suspicion and put aside his relationship with Liu Chunhong and the others.Cheng Huan didn't care what he said at the beginning, and he also talked about it in the middle: "It's just such a fucking small place, you can't straighten your legs when you lie horizontally and vertically, what a ghost."

Cheng Huan didn't want to say anything more, he was afraid that the old lady would find out that he still didn't get along with his parents after moving out, so she would go and talk to them about mediation.These conflicts are all accumulated over the years. They really feel that they have no relationship with themselves. This cannot be explained with two or three sentences of mediation.

Cheng Huan changed the subject: "Grandma, why don't you go out for more activities, walk more, and see how swollen your leg looks."

"I can't walk, I shake like this every day," the old lady stretched out her hand with severe Parkinson's disease to show off her grievances in front of him, her right hand and right leg are always shaking like this, "Besides, it's not like I'm not here Shake around the house."

"It doesn't matter. You can learn from grandpa, or you can tell him to get the wheelchair out and push you out, so you can get a change of breath. Why do you old lady implement the house culture so thoroughly?"

The old lady curled her lips, looking a little bit like Cheng Xue's mean face.

"He took me out? He didn't give me a place to put it there and forget it. Then it's almost the same to watch other people play chess. It's unreliable. You might as well come over and help me squeeze my legs."

Cheng Huan was speechless.

He took his phone back when Cheng walked away slowly.Click on Q|Q casually to have a look, this little girl has canceled her own account very vigilantly, and even brought her own...

I fucking automatically log in every day, but I remember the password!

Cheng Huan racked his brains to figure out which of the letters was uppercase and which lowercase, and after he figured it out, he changed a new password that didn't bother him.

Damn self-torture every day.

The space talked about being liked by someone, it was the ID of the little girl, he casually clicked into her space to see what her friends usually post, but the Q|Q system prompted "The owner has set permissions, you can apply for access .”

Laugh around.

Apply shit.