Two pots of water

"Tan Zui!" Tan Shuman was still dazed looking at Tan Zui's back, Jiang Chu frowned hard, chased him out and shouted.

Tan Zui didn't stop, and didn't look back. With his long legs, he stepped in front of the elevator in just a few steps, without pausing, and went straight in after pressing it.

"I thought you had to go straight up the stairs." Jiang Chu chased after him, and stuck his foot in the elevator door with a smile. "If the elevator doesn't arrive, you have to stand at the door and wait for a while. It's a shame."

Tan Zui was about to squeeze out from beside him, Jiang Chu held his elbow firmly.

"Wait for me in the car." Jiang Chu took out the car key and pressed it in Tan Zui's palm, "My phone is still on the table."

Qin Zui looked at him with a calm face.

"Be obedient." Jiang Chu looked into his eyes, turned and walked back.

The elevator door closed and descended from the 21st floor. Qin Zui held Jiang Chu's car keys and leaned against the wall of the car to forcefully close his eyes.

A large number of past images and sounds frantically revived and rotated in his mind.

"Qin Zui."

"Qin Zui..."

"Qin Zui!"

"Qin Zui."

"Why are you called Tan Zui? Did your parents drink too much when they named them?"

"Oh, little Tanzui, come here and smell the smell of alcohol today!"

"Tin Zui, where's your mother?"

"Qin Youyi's daughter-in-law is really interesting. The couple can't drink enough a day, and they are still waiting to raise their son into a drunkard."

"Qin Zui... Qin Zui!"

"Where's your mother, Qin Zui?"

"Tan Zui, come, have a drink with Dad, haha! From today on, you won't have a mother! Go to school well, buy wine for Dad when you grow up, and Dad will find you a better mother."

"...Tan Zui, do you know how your mother gave birth to you? Your mother's life was ruined by your father and you! It's in your hands! Do you know!"

"Qin Zui!"

Qin Zui came out of the elevator and kicked over the trash can in the garage.

A young couple passing by was startled, the man frowned and wanted to say something, the woman glanced at Tan Zui, and hurriedly pressed her boyfriend's arm and dragged him away.

Qin Zui exhaled while supporting his knees, opened Jiang Chu's car door and threw himself into the driver's seat.

The car was stuffy and hot. He didn't want to turn on the air conditioner, so he raised the back of his hand and pressed his eye sockets to take a few deep breaths.

When he took the cigarette case and bit the cigarette out, he felt a faint tingling pain in the palm of his hand, and he realized that the key was held too tightly in his hand, and he didn't know when it was punctured.

Jiang Chu gave Tan Zui the car keys, and went back to Jiang Liantian's house. Jiang Liantian was changing his shoes and wanted to follow him out to find someone.

"Where's Qin Zui?" He looked behind Jiang Chu.

"Tell him to wait for me in the car." Jiang Chu stopped him back, and when he entered the door, he found that Tan Shuman was still sitting at the dining table in a daze, with no other reaction except his eyes were a little red.

This is either a big secret, or the true feelings for Tan Zui are extremely complicated.

Jiang Liantian was beside him with a sullen face, and the couple had no intention of saying anything.

"You guys eat, let's go back first." Jiang Chu didn't want to ask anymore, he picked up his mobile phone and stuffed it in his butt pocket, and threw the metal plate that Tan Zui broke on the table next to him into the trash can.

"Wait a minute, you put this mutton on." Jiang Liantian went to the kitchen and brought out two grocery bags.

Only then did Tan Shuman react a little, and stood up to help pack a whole plate of cumin mutton into a bag.

Jiang Chu took the bag and went to the entrance to change his shoes.

"Xiao Chu..." Tan Shuman called out to him hesitantly.

Jiang Chu supported the door frame and looked back at her, knocked on the tip of his shoes,

"Please explain to him for me," Tan Shuman pursed her lips, "I really didn't react all of a sudden."

The corner of Jiang Chu's mouth twitched, he really didn't know how to react to his son's name.

Being a father is like being kicked out of the house by Jiang Chu's mother, but at least he can still remember which dishes Jiang Chu likes to eat.

"Okay." He nodded to Tan Shuman, walked two steps and then turned around and said, "Your son is allergic to seafood, if you want to ask him to eat next time, just get some home-cooked food."

These words seemed to have slapped Tan Shuman's face, she was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Jiang Chu, forgetting to blink.

"Jiang Chu." Jiang Liantian frowned beside him, Jiang Chu guessed right, he really didn't intend to tell Tan Shuman.

Jiang Chu didn't look at them any more, waved his hand, took them to the door and left.

After getting out of the elevator with cumin mutton, Jiang Chu was almost stuck on the ground by the trash can in front of the door.

He glanced in the direction where he was parking, picked up the trash can, and pushed it against the corner.

Opening the door of the driver's seat, he was first tilted his head and coughed due to the smoke in the car, then blew hard at Qin Zui's head twice, and smiled at him with his arms on the roof: "What's the matter, are you driving? Ben?"

Qin Zui pushed Jiang Chu to get out of the car and went to the co-driver.

He still had a freshly lit cigarette in his hand, Jiang Chu raised his hand and pulled it for him, and put it in his mouth.

Tan Zui looked at him for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "I smoked."

"I don't dislike you." Jiang Chu hung the cumin mutton on the rearview mirror, turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, and lowered all the windows, and took Qin Zuo home.

Tan Zui didn't say anything along the way. When he got home, Zhou Teng came over to smell his legs. He squatted down and touched Zhou Teng's head, and said to Jiang Chu, "I'll sleep."

"Ah, sleep." Jiang Chu was wiping his clothes from his head, and was stunned when he heard Tan Zui say this to him.

This kid actually knows how to say hello today, and usually enters the house as soon as the door is closed.

Seeing that his head was wrapped in his clothes and talking, he thought he was stuck, so Tan Zui passed behind him and helped him back again.

Jiang Chu shirtless went to the balcony and pressed his cell phone for a while, then called Da Ben: "Ben'er, it's time to repay your favor, call your wife to accompany me out."

Qin Zui slept until ten fifteen in the evening.

Not sleepy, the consciousness has been drowsy, and the memories that have been forcibly buried at the bottom of the mind for many years are surging up in turn.

He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't hold back when he opened the gate.

In the gap between each broken dream, he was awake for a moment, but he didn't seem to be awake. He didn't want to open his eyes, didn't want to move.

He didn't open his eyes tiredly from the nightmare state until someone touched his forehead, touched his face, and called out "Qin Zui" twice.

There was no light in the bedroom, it was dark, the soft light in the living room diffused into the blurred light from outside the door, and there was the lively sound of some TV drama.

Jiang Chu was bending over to look at him by the bed, his face was a little close, and under the dim light, Tan Zui could somehow see his eyes clearly.

The lashes are dense.

Jiang Chu and Tan Zui looked at each other for a while, and felt that Tan Zui seemed to be asleep.

He almost stared at each other, how come there is no response when he opened his eyes?

"Tan Zui?" He called again, raised his hand cautiously, and slapped Tan Zui on the face.

At the same time, he straightened his back, in case Tan reflexively punched him.

Only then did Tan Zui frowned, and turned his head to open his hand.

"What are you doing?" He was taken aback when he spoke, his throat sounded like it had been sanded and smoky.

"If you don't wake up again, I will call you the Great Master." Jiang Chu turned and walked out, passed the door and raised his hand to turn on the bedroom light, "Get up and eat."

Tan Zui squinted his eyes and sat up, while Zhou Teng rolled down from his chest, arching his back and shaking his hair.

No wonder the chest tightness.

Tan Zui rolled over and got out of bed, his knees were a little soft, and he felt his brain was thick with sleep.

He smelled the smell of cigarettes that he had covered himself all afternoon, and pulled off his clothes to take a shower.

Jiang Chu looked around from the kitchen and saw that Qin had entered the bathroom first. He leaned against the sink and thought for a while before putting the cake back in the refrigerator.

After packing up other things, he went to dig out the gift he bought for Tan Zui in the afternoon, then went to Tan Zui's bedroom to carry Zhou Teng out, led him to the bathroom door, fed him some snacks, put the gift box in his arms, and let Zhou Teng It hugs and plays.

Zhou Teng has no interest in a broken box, scratching his paws and running away.

Jiang Chu made a "tsk" sound, grabbed Zhou Teng's waist and stuck it in the armpit, and rummaged through the box to find the catnip he bought for cat food last time.

Tan Zui was taking a shower in the bathroom when he heard all kinds of "squeaky" outside, one after another rustling.

When he opened the bathroom door covered in steam, Zhou Teng was standing on the door of the bathroom like a tiger in the road, playing with a rectangular box, the plastic leather outer seal was scratched several times by his claws.

He bent down to pick up the box, only glanced at the pattern on the outer packaging, and his eyelids twitched.

"Is it thoughtful, huh? Is it moving?" Jiang Chu was lazily playing games on the sofa in front of the TV. The battle was tense, and he had no time to turn his head back.

Tan Zui folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, looked at Jiang Chu, then at the box in his hand, really felt that he had nothing to say, and wanted to laugh.

This is a masturbation cup.