diving cat

"The matter of the surname Gan and the two lamas is hidden from you, because you are afraid that you will fear your opponent and think wildly..."

"Is it because I'm afraid that I won't pay to participate?" Han Bei sat on the roof of the guest house and looked down through the railing. The off-duty time here is different from Shanghai, Hong Kong and other big cities, and pedestrians are not in a hurry. Most of them carry a bag of vegetables and walk slowly through the narrow alleys. Some of them meet acquaintances on the way, and they stop to talk and laugh, and they don't have a leisurely mood to relax physically and mentally.

Qiu Zhengxia brought a large tray full of various delicacies. He put a bowl of rice for Han Bei and explained with a smile: "This is also an aspect of Wei Jingou's scruples. I..."

Han Bei asked childishly: "Are you with him or with me?"

"Of course I'm with you! My fault! My fault!" Qiu Zhengxia confessed his guilt with a sincere attitude, even slapped himself twice, and brought a spoonful of rice to his mouth: "Come, I will serve you as a teacher."

Han Bei took over his job, "Don't give me this set, answer my question honestly! When will the person who bought the equipment arrive?"

"Accurate news, ten o'clock tonight."

"Several people?"

"It is said to be two."

Hold!Don't come early, don't come late, so many weapons were confiscated when the net was collected, they couldn't tell clearly with their mouths all over their bodies!Furthermore, if there is an exchange of fire, the crime will be serious, and it may go from three to ten years to no time!death penalty!Han Bei took two mouthfuls of rice, unable to hide his dismay, and blamed others, "The rice is too hard!"

"Add some soup to soak until soft." Qiu Zhengxia scooped a few spoonfuls of soup into his bowl and mixed it.

"Too much fat!"

Qiu Zhengxia had no choice but to gnaw all the fat off the three layers of meat for him, and put the lean meat into his bowl.

Guangxi cuisine doesn't quite suit Young Master Han's taste. He is used to picky eaters and has a bad mouth. The muddy soup and bibimbap tastes strange. Putting the bowl down, he said listlessly: "I'm full, this soup is so bad."

Qiu Zhengxia gulped down a big bowl of soup, licked the soup around the corner of his mouth, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Eat such a little? Are you uncomfortable? Are you sick?"

"Hey..." Han Bei pinched the cheap claw that touched his forehead and then pinched his face, and after a long time of deliberation, he mustered up his courage and said as if proposing marriage: "Hey, didn't you ask me to raise you? I promise you."

Qiu Zhengxia's dog eyes lit up suddenly: "Can I live in Young Master Han's apartment?"

"Stay here." Han Bei said with pantothenic acid on the tip of his nose: If you don't have to live in a cell.

"Can I eat reserve food?"

"...my cat is not a food reserve."

Qiu Zhengxia couldn't help laughing: "Just kidding, how dare I touch your harem?"

The end of summer in Baise was not hot, the afterglow of dusk fell on Han Bei's masculine and heroic face, blurring the contours of the side of the face, and the orange-gold light crushed the neat sideburns, Qiu Zhengxia couldn't help rubbing it with the tip of his nose.What kind of bad and willful little emotions, mischievously teasing and causing trouble?With an itchy heart, he bit Han Bei's chin.

"Don't make trouble!" Han Bei looked sad, and held Qiu Zhengxia's face to look at it. I really don't know which god raised this dog thing. It's bad, but it looks like a cute dog with big eyes. Youyuan, Han Bei is most afraid of being stared at by him, and he can't hold it for three seconds, scratching his heart and lungs, wanting to pick him up and bring him back to captivity, groom him every day, feed him so round and fat, and take him to the park during the day Holding a frisbee, holding a warm bed at night - but this waste is not a dog!

How about, dereliction of duty once, and take Qiu Zhengxia to elope in the dark?

The children's noise came from the courtyard downstairs, Han Bei stopped this absurd idea in time, and flicked Qiu Zhengxia away: "Go eat yours." The hostel is full of people, and arrest will inevitably cause commotion, and I'm afraid it will hurt innocent people , how could he leave his post without authorization? ! !

Qiu Zhengxia didn't feel any sense of crisis at all. He ate all his own food and devoured Han Bei's leftovers, "Beibei, this soup is specially made by the proprietress. It's a Guangxi specialty. It's a pity not to eat it."

Han Bei replied absently: "Oh? What's the name of this soup?"

"The proprietress said it was called deflated beef soup."

Han Bei picked up the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl, and when he saw some pieces of offal, he curled his lips in disgust: "It's beef offal soup, I don't eat offal..."

"It's a soup made from the juice squeezed from the intestines of the cow!"

Han Bei froze for a moment, his fingers trembling: "Isn't that... cow dung?" God!How he wished that dog would shake his head and say no!

Qiu Zhengxia's mouth was full of food, and he nodded repeatedly: "Oh!"

No wonder it tastes so weird!Han Bei sucked it in and didn't spit it out. He almost passed over and slapped him, "I'll let you eat shit! I'll let you eat it!"

"Moo?" Qiu Zhengxia covered his face, his small eyes were innocent.

"I told you to lie to me if you couldn't eat enough!" Han Bei chased him and beat him violently.

Qiu Zhengxia's cheeks were swollen like a squirrel, and he begged for mercy while slurring his mouth: "It hurts... Okay, good baby, stop beating! Oh, what did I do in my previous life to have such an unfilial person like you?" , you are going to destroy the teacher..."

Han Bei leaned against the wall panting like a cow, and felt nauseous: "Ouch—" he vomited.

When it got dark, many people played cards in the yard to cool off. The proprietress lit the lamps under the eaves and served sliced ​​watermelons.After taking a shower, Han Bei lay on the rattan bed in the shadow of the corridor, with a wet towel on his forehead, and fanned weakly.

The pair of little Miao girls were playing in the yard. They changed into identical snow-white doll shirts, like two little princesses, natural and pure, pleasing to the eye.

Han Bei waved at them, "Little friend, can you bring me a piece of watermelon?"

A girl ran over with a slice of watermelon, "Uncle, here you are."

"Are you Yaoyao?"

The girl giggled: "How do you know? Dad can't tell Lulu from me sometimes."

"Lulu is timid, she doesn't dare to talk to strangers, haha!" Han Bei took a bite of the watermelon, sweetened his heart, and immediately became more energetic. He asked with a smile, "What are you doing in Guangxi?"

Yaoyao is cheerful and talkative, answering questions and answering: "I heard from my mother that selling hand embroidery and batik can make money here."

"Oh? You can embroider?"

"I know a little."

"What will you embroider?"

"Little fish."

Han Bei thought of his little nephew who was born with a golden key in his mouth. He was about the same age as Yaoyao, but he was a bully who never knew the hard work in the world, so he couldn't help but feel sad.The rich young man with money but no place to spend it was full of love, took out a stack of banknotes from his trouser pocket, and handed it over without counting: "You can embroider a small fish and give it to uncle... No, uncle will buy it."

Yaoyao has a good family education and dare not accept the money. She put her hands behind her back and shook her head back, "Thank you uncle, but Dad has rented a cheap house. We won't live here tomorrow, so we don't have time to embroider for you."

The young Miao woman shouted in the upstairs corridor: "Yaoyao! Lulu! Come back to sleep!"

Yaoyao responded in Miao language, and ran to the stairs: "Mom called me, goodbye uncle!"

Han Bei was used to being rich and powerful, and pointed to his cheek: "Wait, then kiss uncle, and I'll give you the money too."

A circle of octopus mouths fell from the air and sucked on Han Bei's face. With a loud "baji", Qiu Zhengxia snatched the money with a "swoosh", laughed wildly and ran away, counting the money all the way: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

Han Bei wiped the saliva off his face, black lines all over his head: "Your midwinter ball..."

Qiu Zhengxia happily collected the money, cut the watermelon into pieces, inserted a toothpick, and held it in front of him: "Beibei, I'm eating watermelon."

"no appetite."

"Where's the Huoxiang Zhengqi water I told you to drink?" Qiu Zhengxia lit the mosquito coil and put it under the rattan bed.

"This medicine is smelly and choking. I have hated it since I was a child." Han Bei threw the small medicine back to him.

"How can I not take medicine for heatstroke? This medicine is not bad at all! Look," Qiu Zhengxia opened the lid, drank it all in one gulp, stuck out his tongue, and breathed out comfortably: "How delicious!"

The corner of Han Bei's mouth twitched, and he turned his back to him.

Qiu Zhengxia didn't know what to do, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, "Are you still dizzy?"

"gosh."

"Fever?" Qiu Zhengxia touched Han Bei's face.

"No." Han Beiwen held his hand gently, "Don't worry, it will be fine tomorrow."

Qiu Zhengxia took advantage of the situation and lay down on his side, biting his ear and muttering: "If you don't take medicine, how will you be better tomorrow?"

"Mouth that has eaten shit, stay away from me."

"Tsk, so many people have eaten it, you're the only clean freak."

"No one else sticks this close to me."

"I kissed you just now!"

"Tsk! I didn't seek revenge on you, are you itchy?"

"Itch! You're taking revenge," Qiu Zhengxia stretched out his face, "Come back."

"Be careful, I will kick you down."

"Okay, okay..." Qiu Zhengxia put his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder: "How about I scrape and scrape for you?"

"You will?" Han Bei squinted.

"Of course, it's very simple." Qiu Zhengxia poked Han Bei's eyebrows, and coaxed: "Pinch the eyebrows a few times, it hurts a little, bear with it."

Han Bei believed him again: "Well, pinch it."

Qiu Zhengxia pinched a few times, "How do you feel?"

"...It seems that the head is not so heavy."

"That's right!" Qiu Zhengxia was stunned, and pinched again with all his strength, muttering: "Prajna Paramita, all the demons are playing!"

"Okay!" Han Bei pushed him away, sat up and rubbed the center of his brows, "Are you still motivated? Hiss...it hurts like hell."

"Uh..." Qiu Zhengxia stared at Han Bei's face, retracting his evil claws.

"What's wrong?" Han Bei felt something was wrong.

"No, it's nothing, it's just a little red." Qiu Zhengxia didn't dare to say that there was a big bruise between his brows, like a ferocious Erlang God.

The delicate and fleshy Young Master Han has never endured this kind of torture, so he thought it was just a little red on his skin, so he didn't care too much, "Nonsense, can you not turn red by pinching like this?"

"Hey!" Qiu Zhengxia rushed forward, rubbing and blowing, wishing to cut off his cheap claws, annoyed: Can it fade in a week?

"Don't blow on me with your mouth that has eaten shit." Han Bei turned his head to avoid it.

"I'll rub it for you again."

Han Bei's tone was coquettish: "No, you're really annoying."

It was getting late, the proprietress closed the courtyard door of the guest house, and the people enjoying the coolness also returned to the house one after another, the lights dimmed one by one, and the courtyard became quiet.Lying in the corridor and looking out, Han Bei saw half of the moon exposed outside the eaves. Han Bei moved his head, wanting to see the full moon, but the shy moon was covered by thick clouds, leaving only a halo.Sighing regretfully, Han Bei patted Qiu Zhengxia with his fan, "Go back to the house?"

Qiu Zhengxia thought he didn't want him to go back to the room to look in the mirror, so he stuck his head under his arms and took a nap, muttering: "Let's sleep here tonight."

Han Bei thought for a while, but did not refuse. He sniffed Qiu Zhengxia's lips ambiguously with the tip of his nose. He smelled the cool mint flavor of toothpaste mixed with the sweet and bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine Huoxiangzhengqi water. He couldn't tell which was stronger, but he didn't Unpleasant, even a little sweet.Young Master Han is full of melancholy and hotness, bitter and sweet, subtle and astringent, indescribable.After a while, he decided to kiss that lip, and if something happened in the future, he would definitely protect the other party.

Qiu Zhengxia suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a big belch: "Hi——"

Han Bei turned pale with fright, he was sprayed on the head and face, couldn't dodge in time, almost fell off, nervously picked up the collar and smelled it everywhere, but he didn't smell feces, so he was relieved, but he lost interest and looked sadly Move and adjust your posture so that you can hug each other tighter.

Face to face, heart to heart, he extravagantly hoped that time would stop and not let the zero-point gunfire separate them.