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The excrement shoveler didn't come home last night. At this time, they heard movement at the door. The two young masters immediately sang me and scolded, while walking out in short steps. When they got close, they realized something was wrong, and they appeared in the entrance The people here are complete strangers!

Pei Li put on the pair of bear ear cotton slippers that were one size smaller, and raised his head again, and he was on the line with the two airplane ear cats.

The two parties held their breath and stared for a moment, then Pei Li called out in his most gentle voice: "Xiaosheng? Huadan?"

The two cats turned around and ran away without making a sound, not knowing where to hide.

Pei Li shrugged his shoulders: "Just like a good boy, you dare not."

He was ordered to feed and water the cat, shovel the excrement, water the flowers, get the toiletries, and get the laptop.

Flowers are harder to take care of than cats, some don't need to be watered, some need to be watered more, and some need to be watered less. At that time, Pei Lierkang begged for mercy: "I can't remember, I just shake my hands twice for each potted flower, and it's over."

Go to fill the cat bowl first, Pei Li looked at each piece of cat food, and murmured: "What's the taste, is it delicious?"

He picked one up and put it under the tip of his nose to smell it. It was a bit fishy, ​​but he put it back again, selectively amnesiac about his actions.

Look at the water again, it looks like a small fountain, and it is still full, so there is no need to add more.

Water the flowers last.

Pei Li opened the glass door and stretched out on the semi-circular oversized balcony. On the left was a flower stand, and next to it stood a brand new easel and palette. Pei Li looked to the right, and there was a bed on the rattan bench. There are blankets, pillows stacked randomly, fruit snacks and comic books on the side table, and a black harmonica.

He could still imagine the boring scene of their boy and Zhuang Zhou huddled together.

"Annoying." Pei Li laughed lightly at himself.

The phone rings, and the incoming call shows a letter---M.

Pei Li opened the window and picked it up after lying on the edge of the window: "Hello?"

"How's it going?"

"Wake up, two people were caught kissing by your father, and that woman also saw it, so she probably will retreat in spite of the difficulties."

Zhuang Mu sighed with a smile: "Thanks to my father, if it were my mother, Mao would have to lie on the hospital bed for another day."

Pei Li hooked his lips, his eyes fixed on the newly sprouted branches not far away.

Zhuang Mu heard him fall silent, and asked, "Still in the hospital?"

"No, in Xingcui Tianye, I came to help Zhuang Zhou feed the cats and water the flowers." After saying that, he asked in a mocking manner, "When will you share your little brother's hobbies?"

"Then," Zhuang Mu said with a smile, "in the next life."

There was no sound on the phone again. The torrential rain from last night and today is taking a break at this moment. The dark clouds have not dispersed, and there is no sign of clearing up.

Pei Li realized that he was very disappointed. He turned around and picked up the watering can: "Didn't you say that you patronized me last week and piled up a lot of things that you didn't deal with. Hang up."

"Just after the meeting, I still have time to smoke a cigarette." Zhuang Mu asked, "How about Xingcui Tianye? How does it compare with your [-]-square-meter small house?"

The pots of succulents were small and cute. Pei Li was afraid that he might accidentally drown them, so he simply put down the kettle and leaned back to the window again. He joked, "If you know what you're asking, is it worth comparing? It's not as big as his balcony."

"One set for you?" Zhuang Mu's tone sounded indifferent, "You can see for yourself, or should I choose for you?"

Pei Li lowered his head and smiled silently for a moment before asking: "Really? Then I won't be polite."

Zhuang Mu finalized: "I'll choose for you. Fortunately, you were busy last night."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Li kept his posture unchanged, with his lips still bent, full of a wry smile.

Mao Fei was not around, so he didn't need to deceive anyone.

Zhuang Mu wasn't there either, so he didn't have to hide himself.

After a while, the rain returned, and the light rain poured down in the blink of an eye.

The rain and mist are dense on the tips of the hair and cuffs, and the cheeks are also damp.

Pei Li took a long, deep breath, calmed down his emotions, stood up straight, closed the window, and finished serving the flowers and plants according to the amount of shaking his hands twice for each potted flower.

He walked out of the balcony and shouted towards the empty but cozy living room: "Hua Dan? Xiaosheng? Come out and let me hug you. Didn't you say sucking cats will cure you? Help me."

Xiaosheng poked his head out from the corner vigilantly, Huadan hid behind it and pricked up his ears.

Pei Li saw it, so he squatted down slowly: "Come here, don't be afraid of me."

Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen anyone for a day and a night, and for the time being, asking for touch overwhelmed him, so Xiaosheng let out a small cry: "Meow."

Pei Li's ears were soft.

"Come here," Pei Li waved, "Are you Huadan or Xiaosheng?"

Xiaosheng approached cautiously, stretched his neck and sniffed at Pei Li's fingertips, then tentatively pushed his little head under Pei Li's fingertips.

Pei Li's heart melted.

It's a pity that Huadan remained silent, sitting by the wall and staring at Xiaosheng being masturbated.

That's enough, Pei Li's palm covered the soft and smooth fur, and touched very lightly: "It's so lucky, you met Zhuang Zhou."

When he left the hospital, Zhuang Hezhou hadn't left yet. When he came back, he saw that there were only two cats and men who were like glue left in the ward.

Pei Li put the notebook and a bag of daily necessities on the bedside, he yawned and asked, "Solved?"

Mao Fei sat cross-legged on the hospital bed and faced Zhuang Zhou. Hearing this, he said sillyly, "The plane ticket has been packed and sent back to Xiaofudu. His father has gone to Bowen."

"Then why are you still crying? The eyes of the spring have turned into you."

"No... Just now, I just watched him change his dressing."

Mao Fei wiped his peach eyes, then moved to the side: "Little Brother Pei, sit here."

Pei Li waved his hand casually: "Look at you alive and kicking, isn't there anything wrong with me? I'm going back to sleep."

Just leave, don't stay for a moment.

Mao Fei turned around and leaned against the end of the bed: "Little Brother Pei, thank you! Drive slowly!"

"I got it" was shut in the crack of the door.

Mao Fei was puzzled, he looked at Zhuang Zhou, and asked, "Zhuang, do you think little Brother Pei seems particularly depressed?"

"Well," Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly at his new nickname, "Maybe he's tired and hasn't rested all day and all night."

"I hope so..." Mao Fei thought to himself that it would be better if he was abused by Zhuang Mu, he put away the instructions on the bed, and held Zhuang Zhou's right hand that had already finished the IV, "Then are you tired? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"When you finish dismantling, let's sleep together after dismantling."

This is the new mobile phone that Pei Li bought for Mao Fei. I thought it would arrive tomorrow, but I didn't expect the delivery to be so fast.

He used the same model as before, Mao Fei tore off the screen film, and kept talking while tinkering with the app: "How much is it, where is the invoice?"

Zhuang Zhou found out the invoice and handed it to him.

Mao Fei connects to the WIFI in the ward, logs in to WeChat and transfers money to Pei Li, note: [Launch Xinxin.gif]

"Can we get our mobile phone back?" Mao Fei said regretfully, "I haven't finished reading "Speaking Much", so if I ask Ran Qing again, Ran Qing will definitely not bring it to me."

Zhuang Zhou laughed, reached out to touch his hair, touched his face, he loved him very much: "If I can find it, I will contact us."

Mao Fei's hospital bed was pushed over from the next door by Zhuang Hezhou himself. At that time, Mao Fei was trembling and wanted to help, but was frightened away by Zhuang Hezhou's glance. The scene called "Dad".

Is this accepting him or not accepting him?

Mao Fei supported Zhuang Zhou to lie down, and put the two pillows covered with plaster: "Is this okay?"

"Okay." Zhuang Zhou was lying on his side, urging him, "You sleep too."

Mao Fei squatted beside the bed, whispering as if whispering: "Do you think your father will like me?"

"Yes," Zhuang Zhou smiled lightly, "He said he went to talk to my mother, isn't that called liking you?"

Mao Fei couldn't help being narcissistic: "Really? I thought my performance was terrible, and it was embarrassing for you. Could it be that I am too pitiful?"

He said and pointed to his eyes: "My pear blossoms have never stopped raining."

Zhuang Zhou said "silly treasure" to him in pain, Mao Fei stood up and kissed him, softly, and after kissing his lips, Mao Fei pecked on the center of his brow again: "Go to sleep."

There was originally a one-meter gap between the two beds, but they were pushed close together by Mao Fei. He took off his shoes and lay down, and he was exhausted after such a little effort. He faced Zhuang Zhou and hooked him again. Hold his finger: "What should I do if the nurse sees it?"

There was a strong wind and rain outside the window, Zhuang Zhou said: "Probably he will say 'really romantic'."

Unlike the nightmares in the morning, this sleep is reassuring and heavy.

When I woke up again, it was past nine o'clock in the evening. The nurse had come, and there was dinner on the bedside table.

Mao Fei was so sleepy that he instinctively wanted to shrink into Zhuang Zhou's arms when he was sleepy, and he didn't realize it until his palm was pinched.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, when he heard some movement outside, he quickly poked his head out, it was Zhuang Zhou who was calling the nurse's station.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, let them bring an arm sling over."

The nurse quickly opened the door and came in. Mao Fei stood at the end of the bed and watched her put Zhuang Zhou on the protective gear. His forehead still hurt a little, and he didn't dare to rub his fingers on the gauze bag. Discharged?"

"You will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. This gentleman will have to hang up the potion for another day. After hanging up, you can go home to rest and have a re-examination once a week." The nurse adjusted the length of the sling and said with a smile, "It will be cured in a month. Take good care of yourself." With that, there will be no sequelae."

Mao Fei thanked her repeatedly, and when she left, he immediately planned: "I want to learn how to make soup, and I want you to be able to drink big bone soup three times a day."

Zhuang Zhou was offended by his determination, he stood up from the bed, tired but in a good mood, he opened his arms on his right hand: "Come here, let me hug you."

Mao Fei pursed his lips involuntarily, as if he had been wronged for a moment, he leaned closer, pressed against his body, raised his hands to wrap around Zhuang Zhou's neck, and was wrapped around his waist.

Mao Fei buried himself in his shoulder, muttering, "Zhuang Zhou..."

Zhuang Zhou kissed his heart and also his gauze bag: "Yeah."

Hugging is recharging, hugging for 2 minutes, full of energy for an hour.

The two of them were tired of lying down for a day and a night, and it was easy to walk around, so they walked slowly around the corridor and walked to the terrace. The door was locked, and they could only admire the wet night sky through the glass.

A pair of tall and short cuddling figures are also reflected on the glass.

Mao Fei fell into nympho again: "You can look at it even if you wear a bandage, it's war damage."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lowly: "Next time the bandage will be on your wrist."

What time is it, and I still have the time to talk dirty.

But Mao Fei liked to listen. He raised his face and said, "Remember the scribbles I wrote on the book? You were wearing a suspender skirt, sunglasses, and shaving foam."

"Well, remember."

"When I get home, show me your cosplay, okay?"

The phrase "Listen to you" that Zhuang Zhou often said could not be said at this moment, he was more silent than Yuji's dark night.

Mao Fei rubbed his nose on his shoulder: "Show me your cosplay, and I'll let you tie your wrists, okay?"

I can tie your wrist without cosplaying. If I really want to tie your wrist, do I need you to let me do it?

Zhuang Zhou felt compassionate, hesitated for a moment and said reluctantly, "Okay."

Back in the ward, I was hungry.

The dinner provided by the hospital has been cold for a long time. There are red bean porridge, pumpkin rolls, tofu balls and tomato scrambled eggs.

Mao Fei settled Zhuang Zhou on the sofa and asked, "Are you dizzy?"

Slight concussion, really uncomfortable, Zhuang Zhou lied to him: "I'm not dizzy."

Mao Fei laughed, held Zhuang Zhou's cheek and kissed: "I'm going to heat up the rice."

There is a microwave oven in the ward. Zhuang Zhou took advantage of his ding ding time to open his laptop and log on to Twitter first. Zhuang Mu must have already reported Song Yusong's safety, but he still wanted to send another private message: Song Yusong, it's raining in time.

Whether it was calling him for emergency, or the phone call by chance this time, they were all timely.

Song Yusong replied almost instantly: What the fuck, I was scared to pee across the Pacific Ocean by you!

Song Yusong: I almost rushed myself to the hospital!

Zhuang Zhou typed with one hand: It's okay, thanks, I'll treat you to some pistachios when I'm back.

Song Yusong: ...I'll make a mouthful, thank you.

Song Yusong: By the way, is it Mao Fei?

Zhuang Zhou: Yes.

Song Yusong: I have a little impression, and what is even more impressive is the two students who always sit next to him in class.

Zhuang Zhou was curious and asked: Ran Qing and Xia Xiaoxiao.

Song Yusong: Once in class, the three of them sat at the back. The one named Ran Qing lay down on the table halfway through the class, and the other one poked his face with his finger for half the class.

Zhuang Zhou was even more curious:?

Song Yusong: I am also baffled. I originally wanted to name the two of them, but I didn’t. The current students are really confusing, and it is still an unsolved mystery.

Zhuang Zhou looked at Mao Fei who was guarding next to the microwave oven: "Feifei."

"What's the matter?" Mao Fei came over with red bean porridge, put it on the tea table, was caught by Zhuang Zhou again, and pointed the screen to him: "Can you solve this unsolved mystery?"

Mao Fei laughed when he saw it, and typed with both hands much faster than Zhuang Zhou: Ran Qing had a wisdom tooth, and the pain was so painful that he didn't sleep well all night.

Zhuang Zhou: He was so sleepy, sleepy and painful, he lay on the table and rubbed his wisdom teeth, and then fell asleep.

Zhuang Zhou: Xia Xiaoxiao saw that his brows were tightly furrowed in sleep, so she rubbed him for him.

Zhuang Zhou: The above is the truth.

Looking forward to Song Yusong's reply, the two received a string of ellipsis first, and then a string of exclamation points.

Mao Fei happily "hehe", held Zhuang Zhou's cheek again and kissed him.

The food was hot, Song Yusong was thrown aside for the time being, and the two of them sat facing each other to eat, the taste was pretty good, they chewed slowly, chattering as bibimbap, and took half an hour to finish the meal.

My stomach is full and I am more energetic. When it is time to go to bed in the dead of night, I can't fall asleep.

On the sofa, Mao Fei sat on Zhuang Zhou's right so that he could be hugged. They were watching the news of the car accident last night.

The cause of the accident was drunk driving.

The photos at the scene of the car accident were mosaiced. According to reports, the drunk driver himself died, causing minor and serious injuries to more than ten people.

Mao Fei sighed: "It's outrageous... What about your car?"

"Go to Bowen and get another one." Zhuang Zhou hugged him closely and comforted him, "Maybe if you like something, we'll buy one."

Mao Fei knew nothing about cars: "You decide, I can do it."

After exiting the news and returning to the Twitter interface, only then did he see that Song Yusong was still hanging there.

Zhuang Zhou said: "You type and ask him why he called me yesterday."

It couldn't be any closer, so Mao Fei still squeezed his butt towards Zhuang Zhou, and he sent the message as he said.

Song Yusong replied: Oh, nothing.

Ask again: Is Mao Fei beside you?

Smelling something tricky, Mao Fei glanced at Zhuang Zhou, without saying a word, Zhuang Zhou nodded, so Mao Fei said: Not here.

Song Yusong: Didn’t I learn from the teacher? Yesterday when I went to listen to a lecture, I met that person. I didn’t recognize him at first, or he came to say hello to me.

Mao Fei slapped his thigh: "Ginger!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Don't get excited, let's see what he has to say."

Song Yusong: He just finished his Ph.D. and was about to return to China. He asked me where you were and how you are now.

Mao Fei couldn't help it: What do you say?

Song Yusong: I told him I didn't betray you, of course I didn't say anything.

Song Yusong: Don't let him find you, I would like to remind you.

Mao Fei is unpredictable. Before this conversation, he was cute and well-behaved. After this conversation, he gritted his teeth: Don't worry.

Zhuang Zhou saw him send these two words, and sighed with a smile: "I seem to be a little worried."

Mao Fei vowed: "Don't worry, as long as he dares to come and be known by me, I will definitely avenge you and Huadan!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed out loud: "It's over, I'm completely worried."