Dansu

, In the end, I just cursed: "Idiot!" Then obediently went back to the carpet to watch TV.

Jiang Ming was still puzzled, and when the two of them were eating, he asked again: "Why do you suddenly want to cook? Tell the truth."

Fu Qiu poked rice with his chin in one hand and chopsticks in the other, his eyes drooped, "Just... what I saw on TV today, a kid in grade one or three has no father or mother, only a disabled grandma, three times a day He cooks meals for his grandma, and the neighbors say he is pitiful...it’s nothing, I just think he looks a bit like you, and it makes us feel like we are living a miserable life."

"Aren't you..." Jiang Ming swallowed a mouthful of soup, "I've never seen you so sentimental before, is it because you've been alone for too long or you've reached menopause? Thinking about it all day long." He lowered his head and took a mouthful of rice and said: "Besides, except on weekends, I only cook one dinner because I want to eat it myself. You are not an 80-year-old lonely old man..."

"I'm almost two hundred." Fu Qiu interjected.

Jiang Ming gave a sharp "tsk", and Fu Qiu said, "I know what you mean, so I'll tell you."

Lying on the bed at night, Jiang Ming nudged Fuqiu with his elbow, "Hey, you haven't had dysmenorrhea for a long time."

"Fuck, can you use another word?" Fu Qiu kicked him, and said with a smile, "dysmenorrhea is much more accurate than mine."

"Why do you say it comes at night every time?" Jiang Ming said happily, "It's quite human."

"Fart is humanized, if it is really humanized, it shouldn't be like this, fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, it's not professional at all." Fu Qiu turned over and lay on the pillow.

"You want it to come every day?" Jiang Ming put his hand on his back and rubbed it twice.

"It's not my wish." Fu Qiu also stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, "I should drink it once. It gives me the feeling of being very capricious. Whether you come or not depends on your mood. Sometimes I come even without drinking it that day, and there will be a delay in feeling it.”

"It's about the same as you." Jiang Ming smiled for a while and said, "Promise me something."

"Don't look for you if it hurts?" Fu Qiu continued.

"I really understand me," Jiang Ming chuckled twice, and gave him an unused pillow, "Use this one, it feels similar, and it's a bit softer, so it won't hurt you."

"It needs to be hard to relieve the pain." Fu Qiu threw the pillow to his face.

"You man," Jiang Ming pulled the pillow down, "just because you keep strangling me awake in the middle of the night, I would doze off in class. If it doesn't work, you can put an iron chain in this pillow, and the effect will definitely be the same."

However, Fu Qiu didn't have a stomachache that day, so he slept until dawn, stared at the sunlight through the curtains for a while, and then patted Fu Qiu's face, "I remembered something."

"Why?" Fu Qiu frowned and patted his hand away, rubbing his eyes.

"Do you drink several brands of yogurt in rotation?" Jiang Ming asked.

Fu Qiu was still sleepy, "Yes..."

Jiang Ming got out of bed and said while changing his clothes: "Then you said it might be because of the brand? Some brands don't suit you?"

"Damn... which brand is different..." Fu Qiu turned over and lay on the edge of the bed, with his arms dangling loosely underneath, "Is that why you woke me up so early?"

"Yeah," Jiang Ming got dressed and went to the toilet to wash up. Fu Qiu also followed him, and Jiang Ming squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush. "Maybe, you can try it."

"How many days will it take?" Fu Qiu took the toothbrush that Jiang Ming squeezed toothpaste for him, and took a glass of water himself, "If you want to put it this way, taste may also be one of the influencing factors. There are so many brands, so many brands. Many flavors."

"Take your time, anyway, you drink every day."

After washing up, the two went out to buy breakfast. Jiang Ming used to come out alone, and went to school while eating. Fu Qiu had to sleep until he woke up naturally, but today they all went out together because they were all up.

Originally, Jiang Ming had been going to the biscuit shop at the intersection, but Fu Qiu forced him to eat pancakes and fruits at the opposite side of the street and turn right.

When we arrived at the small stall selling pancakes, there was no one there, so Fu Qiu ran over and said, "Two servings of pancakes, no green onions, but spicy."

Jiang Ming quickly followed up: "One of the dishes has green onions but not spicy."

The proprietress enthusiastically said: "Okay, when I finish this little girl's work, right away."

Fu Qiu smiled and touched Jiang Ming: "How dare you say it now?"

"Jiangming?" A female voice suddenly came from the side.

Jiang Ming turned his head, didn't realize what her name was for a while, and said as if biting his tongue: "Ah, why are you here?"

"This is the only shop that sells pancakes and fruits. If you want to eat, you can only come here." Xiao Mo smiled happily, and looked at Fu Qiu after speaking, "This is... your brother?"

Jiang Ming: "..."

Fu Qiu bared his teeth and covered his stomach and laughed out loud, without stopping for a long time.

Jiang Ming pushed him with his knee, and said to Xiaomo, "This is my great-grandfather."

Although Xiaomo didn't understand what Fu Qiu was laughing at, but he knew that Jiang Ming was joking, "My God, your genes are too good!"

After Xiaomo's share of pancakes was finished, she didn't leave, it seemed that she was going to wait for him to be with her.

Fu Qiu's portion was ready first, and he took a bite, not afraid of the heat, turned around and said to Jiang Ming, "I'm leaving first."

The pancakes were made very quickly, and Fu Qiu didn't leave for a while, and Ming's one was ready. The money had already been paid, so he took the pancakes in a plastic bag and turned around to leave.

Xiaomo followed him, eating Jiang Ming silently, and after a while said: "That..."

"I know you don't like me," Xiaomo interrupted him, "but you are the first person I like, I think it's a pity that I don't try hard, and you don't have to be too troubled."

"It's not that I don't like it." Jiang Ming felt that Xiaomo's personality was okay, and although her appearance was not as good as Yu Wenxuan's, she was still pure and pleasant. He was probably a class flower in their class, but he really didn't feel much about it, " Just don't like it."

"It's just that you don't hate it?" Xiaomo's pancakes were almost finished, "That's right, I didn't mess with you."

Jiang Ming smiled.

"Why don't you try it?" Xiaomo ate the last bite, then rolled up the plastic bag and threw it into the trash can, "Try it, if you don't feel it by then, just divide it up, don't worry about me."

Jiang Ming pursed his lips, and was about to speak, when Xiao Mo said again: "Otherwise I'll keep pestering you."

Jiang Ming stopped, "Okay."

"What?" Xiao Mo looked back at him.

Jiang Ming looked at her and said, "Okay, but I advise you not to have too much hope."

Jiang Ming didn't know what he was thinking at the time, he knew that he was destined to break the girl's heart, but he still agreed, in short, he agreed.

Xiaomo has always been the active one, basically coming to him after every class, and asking her classmates to send notes when she can't get away. Even Yu Wenxuan, who never cared about these things, teased him and asked him to keep a low profile.

Because of Xiaomo, this day is going to be very fulfilling tomorrow. During the break of the last class, Xiaomo came by herself, but she didn't say anything, just gave him a note and ran away.

At that time, Jiang Ming was still thinking about what would make her such a brave girl feel embarrassed to say it. When he returned to the classroom and prepared to open it, a group of people gathered around him. in the past.

In the middle of the class, Jiang Ming took out a note, which said: Let's go on a date after school today, I will wait for you at the school gate.Added a heart at the back.

For a moment, Jiang Ming felt that the note was very hot, and his fingertips were numb from the heat. He didn't have the nerve to read more, so he quickly put it in the book, and then looked around, but no one paid attention to him.

My mind was a little blocked, and I froze for a few times.

dating?

What an action guy, we are going on a date on the first day we are together.

quarrel

From the time he read the note until after school, Jiang Ming didn't know what he was thinking, as if he didn't think about anything, and it seemed that he was dizzy after thinking too much.

why?He obviously has no feelings for Xiaomo, as expected he is quite innocent.

When she was leaving the classroom door, Xiaomo happened to be talking and laughing with a few people, she didn't seem to see him, and just walked towards the stairs with her head depressed.

Jiang Ming walked very slowly, basically at the pace of a walk. When he arrived at the school gate, he saw Xiao Mo standing there alone, with his head down and his toes rubbing against the leaves of a dead tree. Seeing him coming, he happily jumped over.

"I'll go home first and tell my family." Jiang Ming said.

"Ah? Is it far? Why don't you just make a phone call?"

Jiang Ming smiled, "I don't use that at home, it's not far, just run for a few minutes, you can buy something to eat at the opposite side, I'll be right back."

He pointed to the small shop opposite, then smiled at her again and ran towards his home.

When he got home, Fu Qiu wasn't watching TV in the living room. Jiang Ming changed his shoes and was about to throw his schoolbag into the study. When he passed the kitchen, he saw Fu Qiu looking through the refrigerator.

After coming out of the study, Fu Qiu was still in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen door frame and said to him, "I'm going out to play with my classmates today, you can eat by yourself later."

"Hey, you still go out to play with your classmates." Fu Qiu took a can of strawberry-flavored yogurt, took it apart, scooped it up with a spoon, and handed it to Jiang Ming's mouth. "It's just an anecdote."

Jiang Ming never went out to play with anyone from high school until now, and Fu Qiu didn't even know that he had any good friends.

Jiang Ming took a mouthful of yogurt along his hand, "You're in junior high school, you're all wild."

"Go ahead, can I stop you?" Fu Qiu walked out of the kitchen while stirring the yogurt with a spoon, kicking his butt