The slag is very busy

The light in the living room was not turned off, when Yu Yi took off his shoes and went in, he subconsciously looked towards Yu Guangzhong's bedroom.

The door was not closed, and inside Yu Guangzhong was sitting on the wooden bed that Yu Yi sold out all the sheets, the wooden board was covered with red Mao Zedong, he was holding the money in one hand, counting the money with the other, his face squeezed out. The smile is very dazzling.

The sound of banknotes flipping was particularly harsh.

Yu Yi only found it dazzling, and he moved his eyes away, wondering why Mr. Yu was not open today.

Hearing footsteps, Yu Guangzhong raised his head, his thin face looked extremely pale under the light.

Yu Yi used to hate this kind of self very much, why did he inherit all the characteristics of this person.

Yu Guangzhong has nothing else, so poor that all he has left is money and the skin used to make money.

However, Yu Yi possessed these two things easily, and she was mad at a group of people who were suffering from poor and ugly diseases that could never be cured for the rest of their lives.

"Back?" Yu Guangzhong grinned at him, raised his hand to show him the money in his hand, "Guess how much there is."

Yu Yi didn't want to talk to him at all, took out the key and opened the door lock of her own room, went in swiftly, closed it, and the door slammed.

"...Little bastard." Yu Guangzhong poohed at him, and continued to count the money with his head down.

Yu Yi entered her room, turned on the air conditioner, checked the time on her phone, and then took her clothes to take a shower.

It's only 07:30, it's still early, and it's not time to flop.

When Yu Yi came out covered in moisture, he heard Yu Guangzhong knocking on the door outside.

Yu Yi was knocked so that all the thorns all over her body stood up, and just about to scold someone, the door opened with a click.

Yu Guangzhong seemed very surprised, looked at the door lock, looked at Yu Yi, and then smiled happily: "You didn't lock it?"

"..."

I was used to living alone a week ago and forgot to lock the door.Instead, Yu Guangzhong tasted the sweetness.

"Get out." Yu Yi tried his best to suppress his anger that was about to erupt.

"Don't, don't, let me tell you something," Yu Guangzhong stepped into the door with one foot, and slipped the other foot outside the door to dare not come in, "Then what, your mother will come back next month."

Yu Yi's furrowed brows loosened all of a sudden, her footsteps stopped, and her mind almost froze.

"What did you say?" Yu Yi could feel that his voice was trembling slightly, and wondered if Yu Guangzhong would hear it.

"Hey." After Yu Guangzhong finished speaking, he shrank back, and closed the door very smoothly.

As soon as the door was closed, Yu Yi finally recovered.

I'm afraid this old thing is just kidding himself, he hasn't received the news yet, how could his mother tell him first?

Eighty percent of them are itchy again to make fun of themselves.

Yu Yi shook her head irritably, and took out a towel to wipe her hair.

To Yu's surprise, Yu Guangzhong didn't hear anything all night.

The next morning, before Yu Yi opened his eyes, he heard Xiong Chumo's heart-piercing roar downstairs: "Fish!!!"

Yu Yi raised her hands and pulled the quilt over her ears, and continued to sleep.

Xiong Chumo yelled two more times, and then Yu Yi heard the yelling of Aunt Hu next door: "What's your name! Children don't know how to sleep! Please keep your voice down!"

This posture sounded like two hundred ducks shouting at each other, but the two of them didn't notice it.

"Aunt Hu! I'm calling my buddy!"

"You don't know how to call Che at his house?! My children were woken up by you!"

"Aunt!! Your voice is louder than mine! Say I woke up too much!"

"Stop farting! The whole street can hear your broken voice!"

"You two are killing yourselves! Shut up for me! Do you want someone to sleep!"

Three hundred ducks made a three-pronged attack, and then a basin of water was poured upstairs, which ignited the war on Peach Street that day.

"Wow Uncle! Is this water for washing your face or washing your feet?! Almost splashed me all over!"

"What's the sound downstairs? The water pipe burst again?"

"Song Rentou, you old bastard! My old lady just dried the bedding outside!"

"I didn't put you on the quilt, what are you screaming for? Ugly people make trouble!"

"What the hell did you say! Try saying it again?"

"Dad! Song Rentou poured footwashing water into your nine yuan nine free shipping leather shoes!"

"I'll fuck him to death!"

Yu Yi was so quarreled that she couldn't help it, so she lifted the quilt and sat up, opened the curtains, looked down, and saw that Xiong Chumo was holding on to Da Ye's father who threatened to kill Song Rentou.

"Bear!" Yu Yi shouted down.

"Fish!" Xiong Chumo raised his head and replied, and Tatsuya's father rushed upstairs the next second.

Yu Yi washed his face, brushed his teeth, put on his clothes and went downstairs. Xiong Chumo was watching Song Rentou and Da Ye's father fucking each other to death on the balcony of his house with great interest.

I don't know how he got in.

"Still watching?" Yu Yi looked like he had nothing to do with himself, "It's not on your head."

"It's me who poured it on my head and kills him now." Xiong Chumo grinned and handed him the breakfast he bought.

Yu Yi glanced back at the China Resources Yijia breakfast shop on the first floor, stared at the breakfast in silence and didn't speak.

Xiong Chumo saw his scruples and patted him on the back: "Don't look, I bought it before splashing water!"

"……Oh."

"The eighth old lady said that she picked up another one yesterday, and she wants me to get it."

Yu Yi lowered his head and bit the siu mai, the oil flowed from his mouth to his chin, Yu Yi didn't have time to wipe it off, so he just let it flow like that.

Xiong Chumo turned his head and saw that his face was covered with oil, and he handed over a piece of paper, quite disgusted: "Can you wipe it off?"

"It's not that particular." With that said, he took it and wiped his mouth indiscriminately.

The two walked slowly to the east of the street, and Xiong Chumo suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yongjun stayed up all night and went to count the money."

"Wow," Xiong Chumo said enviously, "I wish I was so poor that I only had money left."

"No, I still have Yan." Yu Yi said expressionlessly.

"……excuse me."

The eighth old lady lives alone, and is the third richest family on Pitao Street.The old lady likes to keep cats. When she encounters stray cats on the road, she takes them home. Now there are no less than [-] cats in the house.

When she is free, the old lady likes to drive the cats out to look for food like ducks.

The old lady has a bad temper and doesn't get along with many people in Pitao Street, so she usually doesn't chat with people when walking the cat.

As long as they start chatting, it must be that the old lady can't understand other people's manners and wants to criticize them.

The old lady bought the only turf on the street, and planted some flowers and plants on the fence, which are green all year round.

People passing by can always see a yard of cats and cats, and some naughty ones will even jump on passers-by to grab food from their hands.

When the two arrived, the old lady was busy feeding the cat, squatting in a corner with her back bent, wearing a washed-out denim jacket and pants, her half-white hair neatly combed behind her head, Plate a meatball.

More than a dozen cats surrounded her, and some boldly climbed up her thin shoulders, stretched out their paws and licked them gently with their tongues.

"Eighth old lady!" Xiong Chumo shouted from afar.

The old lady didn't even shake her figure, as if she didn't hear her.

"Ignore me again." Xiong Chumo muttered to himself, and then jumped into the fence.

Yu Yi followed behind him and rolled in. The eighth old lady clapped her hands and turned around when she heard the movement. When she saw it, she immediately became angry: "Turned in again!"

"Hey hey." Xiong Chumo was not afraid of her at all, approached, rubbed his hands together and said, "Was it just for me?"

The eighth old lady got up together, and the cats were scrambling to eat cat food, Xiong Chumo hurriedly lowered his body to stroke it.

"That yellow one is afraid of being alive. Be careful when you catch it. Maybe it will catch you."

The old lady always had a sense of warning when she spoke. In Xiong Chumo's words, just like Yu Yi, when she stood there, it was written all over her body - "Your mother is not convinced, come to fight."

"Okay!" Xiong Chumo immediately stalked towards the target, not forgetting to fart the rainbow, "My grandma still likes yellow!"

Yu Yi also walked over, and heard the voice of the eighth old lady behind her: "The grass is growing again."

Xiong Chumo had already met the kitten. He was addicted to sucking the cat and didn't hear it. Yu Yi listened: "When will we get rid of it?"

"After a while, the grass is too short, and the old woman will fall when she walks." The eighth old lady walked towards the gate of the courtyard with her hands behind her back, obviously not intending to entertain them.

Xiong Chumo played for a while, then looked up to see that the master was gone, and asked strangely, "Where did you go?"

"Who knows." Yu Yi squatted down, and immediately a few white cats ran over and crawled on him.

Yu Yi held a cat's paw in his hand, letting it rest on his shoulder easily.

Xiong Chumo got up with the yellow kitten in his arms, and was about to call him back when he suddenly saw Yu Yi being entangled by the cats. He always felt that it didn't match Yu Yi's personality.

He couldn't hold back his cheapness, and secretly took a picture of his back with his mobile phone.

The monthly exam is scheduled for the 27th.

Yu Yi went back to school one day early.

A few days ago, Xiong Chumo's class teacher called to ask him if he had chickenpox. No matter how thick-skinned Xiong Chumo was, it was time to stop, and he went back to school immediately.

After Yu Guangzhong finished counting the money, he embarked on the journey again, Yu Yi was comfortable at home alone, and he just thought about the day before the exam.

He returned to the dormitory with his schoolbag on his back, and when he opened the door of the dormitory, he froze.

In the dormitory that was originally full of people, now he was left with something on one bed, and the other seven beds were all empty.

Everything was also moved.

This is somewhat similar to the feeling of waking up from a dream and returning to the first day of school.

Realizing that he probably moved out, Yu Yi closed the door and walked in with a blank expression.

The next morning's exam, Yu Yi went to class 5 minutes early to check her seat number in the exam room.

The seat numbers are all pasted on the wall next to the blackboard, densely packed on a piece of paper.

As soon as he appeared at the door of the class, the classmates who hadn't gone to the examination room immediately fell silent. The mouth that was still reciting just now seemed to be muted. The mouth was still moving, and no sound came out at all.

Yu Yi came out after reading it. As soon as she stepped out of the class, she heard their whispers on her back.

"Are you here for the exam?"

"Didn't you say you don't want to read it?"

"He didn't bring anything in his hand? How do you take the test?"

"I'm awesome. I can take the exam without studying."

"No, are all good-looking people so cold now?"

"Just take a look and you'll know."

Yu Yi was all over his body, and he stuffed a 0.5 gel pen in his pocket.

The examination room is in Class [-], and the seat is the last one near the back door.

Yu Yi entered the classroom through the back door, and saw at a glance that the thirty seats in the entire classroom were not filled with half of the people.

He just sat down, glanced at his watch, and there were 2 minutes left for the exam.

He had no expectations of what he would do in the exam, he just thought about being assigned to the class with the worst grades, and he would pass by after a while.

He reached out his trouser pocket and took out the fountain pen, and leaned against the wall, waiting for the bell to ring.

At this time, a lowered voice came from not far away: "Do you still have a pen? I lost my whole fucking stationery bag!"

Yu Yi looked over, a boy was holding a mobile phone and lowering his head to make a call. He was holding a black schoolbag in his arms. The schoolbag was wide open and the inside was dark.

Yu Yi was about to move her eyes subconsciously, but suddenly felt that this boy looked familiar.

He took another look, and sure enough, it was the classmate who rescued him in the office that time, sitting two rows away from him.

The classroom was very quiet, and Yu Yi could clearly hear the voice from the other end of the phone.

"Brother, I'm on the sixth floor! We're separated by a whole century, okay?"

"Then what the hell do I use to write?"

"One minute left...Brother, remember who was the person who gave you a pen through the sixth floor for you! Don't forget this love! I'm going down now!"

Yu Yi looked at the seconds on the watch, and did the math. This student had to jump down from the sixth floor to the first floor within 20 seconds.

The boy put away his mobile phone, zipped up his schoolbag, hung it on the back of the chair, then turned his head and looked at the back door.

Caught off guard, he met Yu Yi who hadn't had time to look away.

Yu Yi never knew that a boy's eyes could be so attractive, but after looking at each other for half a second, Yu Yi suddenly had the illusion of being looked at affectionately.

Yu Yi immediately looked away, leaned against the wall again, and carefully read the socialist core values ​​posted next to the blackboard in front.

The second hand on the watch pointed steadily to the north, and the bell rang cheerfully.

The footsteps of the invigilator outside were approaching, Yu Yi took a look and saw that he had already reached the window.

He was suddenly curious, and before the invigilator arrived at the door, he supported his head and paid attention to the movement behind him.

A few seconds later, the figure of the invigilator appeared at the same time as a low panting roar behind him.

"Brother Nine—"

Yu Yi turned her head, and with a sound of "swoosh", a pen flew in from the back door, flying straight to the boy's direction very precisely, and then with a sound of "snap", the pen hit the side of the table belly and transformed into a left pen holder , the right pen container and the refill, fell off.

The boy looked down at the parts and remained silent.

Yu Yi tried hard to hold back her smile, and quietly turned her head back, there was no one at the back door.

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rude~

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