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Farewell on Monday, Mao Fei deliberately stayed in the corridor during the whole day between classes, but unfortunately, let alone a chance encounter, he couldn't even see the shadow of a butterfly.

As dusk fell in the evening, Mao Fei was ready to move.

Ran Qing and the others were going to the gymnasium to play ball. After class, they threw the books to Mao Fei and ran away. It just so happened that Mao Fei was so happy that no one would go with him, so he could have a chat with Zhuang Zhou on the phone.

He carried Xiao Jiujiu furtively, wanting to surprise Zhuang Zhou by "opening the door", but before he could find out Zhuang Zhou's evening plan, Zhuang Qiang interrupted the call first.

Mao Fei was taken aback, he glared at Tianxiang Deputy Commissioner: "What are you doing?!"

Zhuang Qiang raised his chin coldly, motioning for him to continue talking on the phone.

How can I go on talking about it, either chatting about family affairs or talking about love, none of which will make you listen.

On the opposite side, Zhuang Zhou asked, "What's the matter?"

"Zhuang Qiang appeared suddenly, appearing like a ghost," Mao Fei muttered, "I'm dead."

"Yes." Zhuang Zhou reluctantly said, "I'll call you later, after you finish your meal."

When the phone was hung up, Mao Fei's ears were still burning. The phrase "I was dreaming about you last night" was like a hook, and it almost took his soul away. Two green leaves, new shoots in early spring, sinful, but it made him miss the mimosa on the balcony.

Zhuang Qiang has no eyesight: "Mao Fei."

Mao Fei sighed silently: "Ah."

"Do you have anything to do tonight?"

"Have."

"What's the matter? You still want to go to the literature club?"

"The devil will go."

"What about tomorrow?"

Tomorrow Tuesday, not only will I go to pick up Huadan Xiaosheng, but I will also go to MOMO in the evening.

Mao Fei said: "There are also."

He just didn't ask him what he was doing, for fear that his curiosity would lead him into a trap.

Zhuang Qiang was still cold: "Then when are you free, let's go to the Hanfu Club to have a look."

"Hanfu Club?" Mao Fei was surprised, did it really smell like a top? "You want to join the club? Do you want to wear Hanfu too?"

Gao Leng might be hiding his shyness, but Zhuang Qiang let out an almost inaudible "hmm".

Mao Fei couldn't help laughing, and nodded with emotion: "Tomorrow morning, or the day after tomorrow, I'll accompany you, okay?"

Zhuang Qiang said "hmm" again, emphatically: "But I don't wear skirts."

"Wear whatever you like." Mao Fei also emphasized, "But I will accompany you to have a look. I am not in, so don't drag me to play with you."

Zhuang Qiang frowned, unhappy: "Why? Isn't it good to be together? We can also take pictures with CP."

Mao Fei: "...You still know CP? What CP do you want to form?"

"Xiang Yu Yuji, Lu Bu Diaochan, Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao, all are fine."

Mao Fei: "..."

Mao Fei stuffed him with three books in his arms: "Thank you."

After thanking him, he turned around and ran, ignoring Zhuang Qiang calling him behind him, and ran fast. Originally, there was a baby warmer in his shoes, which was so warm. When he ran, he rubbed against each other and generated heat. It was like stepping on two hot wheels in an instant. Hot feet.

Mao Fei was in distress, and he stopped slowly when he couldn't hear Zhuang Qiang's magic voice. The soles of his feet were on fire, but he couldn't take off his shoes in the street. Among the people coming and going, he was the most sinful.

Walking to the main entrance with arched feet, Mao Fei looked at the main long street. During the rush hour, private cars with red taillights were slowly crawling. If you look down, it should be a mosaic puzzle.

Mao Fei gave up the idea of ​​calling a car. Looking around, there were so many people, so he gritted his teeth and continued to endure the scorching heat he shouldn't have to endure, and walked hard step by step towards Xingzhui Tianye.

After crossing two intersections, Mao Fei finally found an unoccupied lounge chair by the small flower bed. He hurried over, tearing up the slippers and warming treasures in one go. His feet were not idle, and he stepped on the iron chair to cool down urgently. Dare to look up, afraid of bumping into someone looking sideways, ashamed.

The warm baby was thrown into the dustbin, and the shoes were still hot inside.

Mao Fei endured it again and again, wishing he could walk barefoot on the street, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhuang Zhou: Zhou Zhou!

Zhuang Zhou replied after a few seconds: Well, are you done eating?

It’s okay not to say, but when I said it, my stomach growled in response to the scene, Mao Fei opened the zipper of his coat, and the shadow under the street lamp changed back and forth by his side. He passed the last intersection and stopped at Xingcui Tianye Shui Sanguai. before the slope.

Feifei: Are you at home?

ZZ: Yes, in the kitchen.

Mao Fei let out a long breath. Fortunately, he was there, otherwise he would have sat on the side of the road to cool off.

He made the call and started climbing up the hill at the same time.

After a beep, a calm and pleasant voice rang in my ears: "Feifei."

Mao Fei almost wailed: "I'm not the owner, so I can't come in? How about you come out to pick me up? My feet are so hot, I'm going through fire and water for you, right?"

In 5 minutes, Zhuang Zhou picked up the bitter Mao Fei at the first corner of Dapo.

Zhuang Zhou was wearing a cotton pajamas, wearing bear ear cotton mops, and a down coat hastily covering his body. He was slightly out of breath, and brushed Mao Fei's hair: "Stupid, why didn't you ask me to pick you up?"

"At first, I thought," Mao Fei pawed at him, his feet urgently needed to leave the ground, "Can you hug me first, or carry me on your back, I'm going to burn."

I still remember that he said he likes being hugged by a princess, Zhuang Zhou hugged him horizontally and looked down at him: "What's going on?"

Mao Fei explained the ins and outs, and he felt so stupid. He covered his face with his hands and dragged out a long voice: "I originally planned to tell you that I was eating in the cafeteria in the first sentence, and I asked you to open the door to surprise you in the next sentence. Now It's so annoying, after you hung up the phone, I didn't even want to climb the slope, and I didn't want to take a step. Others are slippery with oil and vinegar on the soles of their feet, but I am on fire and stepping on hot wheels."

Zhuang Zhou laughed out of shame, even when he was threatened by being caught by the skirt of his clothes, he laughed too: "Ah? You are right about your hands and feet, aren't you?"

"You still talk about me," Mao Fei said violently, "You still talk about me, don't you feel sorry for me after suffering so much?"

"It hurts." Zhuang Zhou kissed him between the eyebrows, and sighed with a smile, "I'll see if the low temperature burns me later."

Mao Feian gave birth, and buried it in his neck, smelling a smell that can only be found at home, a bit like waking up in the quilt that has been exposed to the sun, and also a bit like the feeling of spending a long time around vegetables and fruits. , he whispered: "What should I do if I get burned?"

"I'll give you some medicine, and if it's serious, you'll have to go to the hospital."

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

Zhuang Zhou hugged him tightly, he ran in a hurry when he came, but walked steadily when he returned: "Then call the doctor home."

Mao Feiqi: "I've seen this kind of operation in novels, is it really possible?"

"It's really ok in Xiaofudu. We need temporary contact here. Although it will be a little slower, we can."

It was completely dark, and there were no people around.

Mao Fei kissed Zhuang Zhou's cheek, but it wasn't enough, he leaned in a little more, and kissed the corner of his lips, and he buried it back in his neck contentedly: "It can't be, I go through fire and water so touching a plot, it must be two In the human world, no third party can come to disturb you."

After entering the elevator, Mao Fei wanted to get off, fearing that Zhuang Zhou would be tired.

Zhuang Zhou didn't let go, he was in a good mood, he didn't want to let go, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"It's fine, I'll eat whatever you do."

"Mashed potatoes, do you like it? I bought a lot of potatoes and radishes today, but unfortunately I haven't succeeded in carving any of them."

Mao Fei was shocked: "Carved radish? I was just talking nonsense, do you still take it seriously?"

"Well, I want to try it too." When they reached the door, Zhuang Zhou put him down, "I don't have class on Monday, so I'm free when I'm free."

No class on Monday...!

Mao Fei followed his ass into the room and questioned him while taking off his shoes: "You didn't tell me that you didn't have class on Monday, which made me wander around between classes just to have a chance encounter with you...you're wasting my feelings!"

Finally left the volcanic lair, Mao Fei was so happy that he didn't want to wear cotton slippers, he flung himself into Zhuang Zhou's arms to have fun, or it would be more appropriate to say that it's more appropriate to say, he was hugged by the waist before he made a fuss, and he was obedient, humming and hanging on his body Muttered "still".

After being gentle for a while, Zhuang Zhou picked him up again, carried him to the sofa and put him down. He half-kneeled on the carpet, holding Mao Fei's foot to take off his sock. Even the sock was printed with a bear pattern. Zhuang Zhou laughed: "How much do you like bears?"

Mao Fei struggled to stand up and kicked his legs wildly: "No, I will do it myself, don't touch it."

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Zhou grabbed his slender ankle and failed to let him break free, "Is there anything else I haven't touched?"

"No..." Mao Fei curled up his toes, and said shamefully, "Isn't it smelly? I want to wash it... I posted a baby warmer..."

Zhuang Zhou quickly stripped off his two socks. Seeing that the soles of his feet were red from being ironed, he sighed, pressed his fingertips on them lightly, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Mao Fei shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, just a little itchy. It's not the kind of itching from mosquito bites, but... the kind of itching when the waistband of the trousers is tightened."

Zhuang Zhou got up and leaned over him, pecking and kissing him comfortingly: "It's all right, it's not serious, and there's no blisters, just rub some alcohol on you and take it easy."

Mao Fei also insisted: "I want to wash, I have to wash first."

Zhuang Zhou leaned on him, so Mao Fei was carried into the bathroom again. The water temperature was slightly cooler, and he was carried back to the sofa. He sat on the back of the sofa and watched Zhuang Zhou busy looking for the medicine box, feeling happy Gotta keep bubbling.

"You know, I was burned once before. The kettle exploded, and the hot water splashed on my arm, causing many small blisters. I still remember the pain."

Zhuang Zhou came out of the study, holding a bottle of alcohol cotton and tweezers in his hand. He sat down holding Mao Fei's calf, and picked up a cotton ball: "It will be a little cold."

Mao Fei let out a "huh", holding a cushion in his arms as a support.

"It's a good thing I didn't see you have a scar. When did it happen?" He said with a light smile, "You have two small moles on your shoulder blades."

"In the third year of high school, didn't Chen Qi transfer to another school? I went to play with him. They held a sports meeting. I slept late at home. When I woke up, I wanted to eat instant noodles, but the kettle exploded...I called me My boyfriend at the time, he didn’t answer and hung up on me several times, and I was so angry that I broke the phone on the spot.”

The end sound was a little trembling, it was itchy from being iced by cotton balls, and itchy from being scratched on the soles of the feet, Mao Fei was caught on the edge of the pillow, his expression was distorted, and he tried not to shrink his legs: "You, you grabbed me, I can't stand it, It's so itchy."

Zhuang Zhou distracted him: "And then? Did you go to the hospital?"

"Go, Chen Qi and Yinyin accompanied me, I --- um!" Mao Fei laughed with a trembling voice, "Hurry up, just paint whatever you want."

Zhuang Zhou saw that his face was flushed with restraint, it was even up to his neck, and he wanted to bully others. After wiping one foot, he changed to the other. .”

"Then I took the plane back to Xiaofudu. Isn't my phone broken? I couldn't contact my ex. I agreed to pick up the plane at the terminal. I didn't see anyone else when I came out. I sat there and waited for two hours. He just came, and he said that he was so absorbed in painting that he forgot about me."

Zhuang Zhou laughed angrily after hearing this, and asked back, "What if he doesn't come, have you been waiting?"

"I borrowed my mobile phone to call him, but no one answered. I'm afraid he was on the way here, and then he became angry. If he doesn't come, I will wait. The longer I wait, the more angry I will be." The more reasonable it is."

Zhuang Zhou put away the alcohol cotton, picked up his wet feet, pecked lightly on the round toes, and said helplessly, "You are justified when he is half an hour late, why are you so easy to bully?"

Mao Fei asked Zhuang Zhou not to hug a pillow, and pulled him to press him on top of him: "That was the first time I gave others a face in public, I was very fierce, yelling, it was no different from blackening, I lifted my suitcase and threw it at him, and was taken to the security room for a lecture."

"Really?" Zhuang Zhou stroked his face, "Is it so powerful?"

"Really," Mao Fei was not very proud, but his eyes were flushed, "Because I saw Yinyin, he is so cute, my brother, Chen Qi, must like him, and I drank the same bottle of mineral water with him. It’s a lie to say in my heart whether I’m jealous...the two of them are very nice and sweet, and I compared them again, and there was a big gap in my heart...Later, I was tricked and cheated by him. When you feel uncomfortable, you can vent to my brother, my brother said that he is talking about a sweet love with a healthy body and mind, I am really envious."

Zhuang Zhou comforted him with Mao Fei's favorite cheek, and murmured, "I'm envious too, I'm just like you."

"Well, I know." Mao Fei hugged him tightly, "But now I don't envy you anymore, you are also very nice, I will treat you well."

Zhuang Zhou laughed, and gently scratched his hair with his fingers, promising: "I will too."