【殢师】My family has a Dalmatian

(seven)

Dalmatian is not at home, so boring.

"Ugh……"

Lying on the sofa, looking at the empty room, Wuyi suddenly sighed.

Time flies, the two have been living together for nearly half a year, sending him out every morning and waiting for him to come home at night, as long as he is at home, the young man will be at home, just like he used to accompany Ji Lu, never absent.

Getting used to this kind of life, I almost forgot that young people are also social people and have to go out to work.

Young people don't like to go out, love to use mobile phones, specialize in some cold knowledge, not easily disturbed by outside eyes, concentrate and be serious in doing things, except that they don't care about their appearance, everything else is almost in line.

"I thought he was A Zhai..." It turned out not to be.

Early in the morning, the mobile phone rang ten times in a row. The young man frowned, and quickly pressed a few keys on the panel with his fingertips.She narrowed her eyes and asked him what was the matter, but he leaned over and kissed his still red and swollen lips, and replied "nothing", then got up, combed his hair, changed his clothes, and went out.

In fact, the moment the phone screen turned to the LINE screen, his sharp eyes caught some content, about a dozen of which were asking young people "Where are you?", "What time are you coming?" , plus the angry emoticon, the screen is red and twisting, and you can feel that the other party is burning with anxiety and deep hatred. If you know the location, you will probably kill him.

...It turns out that he will also be hunted down one day, which is really rare.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, with a strong sense of ridicule.

Think about that person usually harassing and waking him up at the same time. Seeing him jumping around and not having time to fight back, he can only write it on the wall and go out first. Never get tired of playing.Now that he has found an opportunity to punish him, he naturally wants to take revenge.

Planning how to deal with the young man in his mind, thinking about it, suddenly felt a little lost.

In the half year of getting along with each other, from the tentative respect of each other to the unscrupulous bickering and intimate contact, he thought he was already familiar with each other, and a small episode brought him back to reality.

It seems that the longer we have known each other, the more I feel that I don’t understand enough. Although I am a little bit reconciled, I am not very sad. There must always be new things, and life can be fun.

Stretch, take a deep breath, and let out all the troubles just now.

Take a sip of tea, pick up the calendar to see if there is anything to do today.

Today is a holiday, most of the office workers are on vacation, but young people are conscripted out, there is a very high probability that they are in the service industry, so... what will they do?

Store clerk?Car repair hacker?Customer Service Specialist?Restaurant waiter?

After thinking about it, I feel that he is incompatible with him. What kind of occupation is suitable for him... Wouldn't it be a roadside stall?

I can't help but imagine the appearance of that person selling things on the side of the road—wearing a T-shirt and jeans, wearing a work apron, yelling at the crowd, smiling at customers, collecting money and delivering goods...

is it possible?

With his ice cube face and frowning eyebrows, it would be nice if he didn't show his face to the guests, and he even smiled, which would scare the children to tears.

However, if the sales target is girls, maybe the situation is different.Men are not bad and women don’t love them. Maybe girls will like that type of man. I remember that Ji Lu was fascinated by TV stars for a while, and it was almost like this. He took pictures all day long and asked him what he thought. Is so and so good...

"what……?"

There was a flash of inspiration, as if he remembered something, but he couldn't catch what he just remembered...

Forget it, forget it.

Whatever he does, just remember to go home.

Since the life-threatening serial call called the young man back to his hometown during the Chinese New Year, although there is no change on weekdays, he found that the young man spends more time going out, and gradually longer, and occasionally spends the night outside. The time of returning is not fixed, but most of the time he will Cooperate with his daily routine.Take him out in the morning or go out together, if you happen to meet in the alley when you come back in the evening, we will go shopping together in the supermarket, buy daily necessities, or watch a movie and have a meal, as a sudden date.If the young man came home later than him, he had to cook for himself, find something to pass the time, and wait for him to come back.

It's not that I'm not curious about where he went and what he did, but...

If you ask, will you care too much and make him feel restrained and unhappy?

If you don't ask, will it be too ruthless and make him feel that you don't value him?

After thinking about it again and again, I decided not to ask. Anyway, the man's mouth was stuck like a clam shell, and it was probably useless to ask. If he felt that he was neglecting him, he should have come back earlier.

"Humph……"

I was a little angry and made a decision, and after a while I felt so naive, it was really not like my usual self, and I felt embarrassing when I saw it and added three lines... It must be too boring, I have time to think wildly here after eating too much, or Finding something to do is the right thing to do.

Look around, the dishes have just been washed, the floor has been swept and mopped yesterday, the sofa cover has just been washed, the bed sheets were changed last night, the tables, chairs and cabinets are dust-free, the flowers and plants in the yard have been watered before going out... …

After looking around for a long time, I couldn't find anything to do, and suddenly felt that the cohabitant was too virtuous and it was a trouble.

"Well... yes!"

I saw the clothes flying outside the house. They were dried in the sun last night. The weather is hot recently, so they should have dried.

Taking the folded clothes back to the room, when he opened the closet to put it in, Wuyi suddenly froze for a moment.

"This……"

The young man didn't bring much luggage, just a few coats, trousers and coats, so he didn't buy a wardrobe at that time, and put them together with Wu Yi's original clothes, and simply put a partition in the middle to distinguish them.

Now it seems that there is no need to make any partitions at all. The whole wardrobe is black on the left and purple on the right.

The cohabitant is too capable, and many housework is done by the young man alone when he goes out. He has no clothes and no chance to plug in the mobile phone. What's more, the young man prepares the daily changing clothes, and arranges the washed clothes carefully. Thinking about it, it seems that it has been a long time since I opened my closet, and this is the reason for this situation.

Looking at the wardrobe with distinct colors, Wu Yi suddenly felt amused.

I like purple, so I like to wear purple clothes. From dark to light, from thin to thick, everything is purple, and occasionally there are one or two other colors, which are commemorative clothes for participating in activities.As for the "bird feather" gold silk shawl with bird feathers on the far side, it was a gift brought back by Fengxiu and Fu Ying when they went abroad a few years ago. It was originally given to Ji Lu, but Ji Lu felt that it was too expensive and not suitable for her age. , I never used it after I took it, and I forgot about it later. It was found in his closet at the moment, and it must have been stuffed in when he was not at home one day, so that the young man who tidied the closet found it again. Hang up... what the hell is that kid trying to do?

And the young man is probably the same as him, except that the color is changed to black, from loose to tight, from T-shirt to sweater, except for the different patterns and materials, they are all black, like some kind of gangster.Beyond that, there was a whole bunch of black and white spotted coats and roll coats.

"...Do you like black and white spots so much? It really is Dalmatian." I was a little speechless.

Yes, they have known each other for so long, the young people’s daily attire is nothing more than a black jacket, black trousers, a spotted coat on top, and a rolled coat in winter when it is cold, with two or three black belts around their necks , if he wears a pair of sunglasses, carries a guitar on his back, and his cool and indifferent look, he should be able to bluff a lot of people by saying that he is a rock musician somewhere-it's a pity that he is a sound idiot.

Last time when I was watching TV, I played a song and thought it was nice, and the song was not difficult. I hummed it in my head at any time, and I planned to order it when I went to KTV one day. Come and listen to a few words, only to see the young man's face was embarrassing, he dodged around and refused to sing, and finally hummed a few words reluctantly. Miserable—I deeply feel that the saying "no one is perfect" is the most reasonable statement, and I will no longer force young people to do things they don't want to do, so as to avoid another tragedy.

Burying his head in his rolled-fur coat, he laughed sullenly, smelling a strange fragrance in his nose, which was the smell of burnt wormwood and incense sticks.

After the young people come back recently, they will have this kind of smell on their bodies. Sometimes the smell of wormwood is strong, sometimes it has a lot of incense sticks, and there is also the smell of sandalwood and burnt carbon smoke. There are often red and white gift bags in their pockets. A few pieces of ghost paper, asked the young man where they came from, and always answered that he picked them up, so that he didn't know whether to scold him for not being allowed to pick them up randomly or praise him for his good environmental protection. People who shouldn't exist, lest someone suddenly come to the door one day and call him brother-in-law to return brother-in-law or something, scaring the common people to death.

Since this smell has existed since before, but it is relatively weak, and the incense at home is mixed with some wormwood and sandalwood, I thought it was the smell at home, so I didn't pay special attention to where the young man went when he went out , Now that I think about it, before they knew each other, the young people had these smells on them.

If he didn't have those weird things in his pocket, Wuyi might think that the young man's hometown is also a fellow who likes some incense, but after seeing the pile of things, he silently deleted this possibility.

You will be infected with this kind of aroma, either you often go to the temple to offer incense, or you go to the white bag market. The young people have red and white bags on them. It seems that they often go to both sides, but they will carry ghost paper in their pockets... Could it be a debt collection company?

News reports and serial dramas are broadcast. Debt collection companies often send underworld gangsters to splash paint and sprinkle ghost paper on debtors' homes. In order to avoid being photographed by surveillance cameras, gangsters usually wear all black, masks and hard hats.Young people always wear black, have tattoos on their eyebrows, and their fingers are occasionally stained with paint. Their base camp is palaces and temples—isn’t it often the backers of palaces and temples or the behind-the-scenes funders are gangsters.

So to sum up, Dalmatian is likely to be a member of the gangsters. No wonder it is not like ordinary office workers who can sleep until they wake up naturally every day. Not necessarily, the risk of work is relatively high... It seems that being a gangster is not bad. I wonder if there are other benefits?

But having said that, if Dalmatian is really a gangster...

"Such a flamboyant underworld is really rare..."

Rubbing against the soft coat, Wuyi secretly came to a conclusion with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

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"I'm back...huh?" Who?

As soon as the young man entered the house, he found that the house was pitch black and there was no light at all. There was an orogenic movement between his eyebrows, and the peaks connected to the sky.

According to that person's habit, when he is at home, he will turn on the living room light and sit on the sofa waiting for him to come back. If he is not at home when he goes out, he will also leave a small night light for him, so as to prevent the black light from being blinded, and that a mistake will cause eternal hatred.But today there is not even half a lamp left, and there is no trace of going out, but the person is not on the sofa, where would he be?

After patrolling the inside and outside of the house, I finally found a beauty in the mountain of clothes in front of the bedroom closet.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor..."

The man was wrapped in his overcoat, half of his face was buried in the plush cuff, showing a crescent smile, he slept very soundly, he didn't know what he dreamed of.

In the dream, is there his figure beside him?

He hugged the person and the coat together, and kissed the slightly parted lips lightly, letting the person in his arms be stained with his own scent.

"You are mine... even if you forget me..."

Come to think of it, no clothes.

I'm waiting for you.