Dedicated to the silly little white artist

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When Zheng He woke up the next day, he stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time. There was no man with hypothermia sticking to him, and he always felt that something was missing.

In fact, although Mr. Bai was chasing Zheng He closely at the beginning of the two, they will see the difference as soon as they meet the real chapter. Sometimes they want to kiss Zheng He, but they hesitate for a long time, and they almost take Wipe Zheng He's face clean with a sterile wipe, and then put his mouth down.This made Zheng He chew gum for a long time, and when he saw any dust in the corners that couldn’t get out, he just used the gum to stick it. Fortunately, Zheng He had a good temper, and Mr. Bai was not the kind of pushy guy. , the two communicated calmly for a long time, and still handed over the key to Aunt Zhao, asking her to come over every few days to help Zheng He clean up.

Thinking of this passage, Zheng He buried his head in the quilt and laughed silently for a while, then tossed and turned on his own bed for a long time, and still wriggled out of bed.

The early autumn morning was really cool. Zheng's mother opened the window to let the air out. As soon as Zheng He went out, he was stimulated by the cold air and sneezed several times. He sat on the sofa while blowing his nose and said, "Mom, my dad may come over today."

"Why is he here?" Mother Zheng said disdainfully as she was making dumplings.

"I have something to tell you today, and it happened that he called me last night, so I asked him to come over." Zheng He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, reaching out to help Zheng's mother start making dumplings.

Talking more about the children of poor families as early as the head of the family, this is really talking about Zheng He and Sister Zheng. None of the children in the circle dared to bully her. That domineering temper was developed at that time. As a result, Zheng He was just born here. At that time, he bullied Zheng's father who was teaching outside and didn't come back, so angry that Zheng's mother, who was confinement, almost went to the hospital. After all, there was nothing left in the family. After more than ten years of poverty, although this period of time was considered better, But also because of the long-time work of his parents, Zheng He has long developed the habit of relying on himself for everything.

Zheng's mother looked at her son who was helping her and said with emotion, "Oh, come as soon as your father comes. After all, he is also the father of both of you. What do you want to talk about? Tell Mom first?"

Zheng He looked up at Mama Zheng's gossipy face, twitched the corners of her mouth, and said, "Let's talk about it in the afternoon, by the way, Mom, let's cook something delicious today, I want to bring someone back."

The dumplings in Zheng's mother's hands were unwrapped immediately, she patted the dough balls in her hands, and asked slyly, "Male classmate, female classmate?"

Zheng He said: "The man, and he's not my classmate, he's a few years older than me."

"Your teacher," Zheng's mother said disappointedly, "I think his surname is Sun."

Zheng He picked up the speed in his hands, and quickly finished a drawer, saying: "If it's not him, don't think about it, you will know when the time comes, right, what do you think about... homosexuality. "

Mama Zheng's eyes suddenly changed: "Why are you asking this politely?"

"Oh, just tell me." Zheng He pursed his lips nervously.

"Tell you, don't give me those moths." Zheng's mother said: "I heard from the director a while ago that there were two girls in your last class who were not good at it. She was beaten into the hospital by her family, with wounds all over her face, tell you, be careful and stay away from those people."

Zheng He felt that his hairs were about to come out, and asked, "Then...Mom, if I also find a boyfriend, will you send me to the hospital too?"

Mama Zheng was making dumplings angrily, pressing her hands so hard that the dumpling wrappers almost broke, she said: "Hit, beat to death, see if you don't learn well!"

Zheng He pursed his lips, finished making the remaining dumplings, took out a bone from the refrigerator and planned to make soup, and said, "Okay, you go out, I'll come here."

"Are you okay?" Zheng's mother looked suspicious, looked at Zheng He's neat movements again, and said curiously: "You are still doing well, son, you see that your grades are not good, let's go to New Oriental."

Zheng He was speechless, and said: "Mom, people's parents are trying to find colleges for their children at this time, why come to you to let your son go to a technical school? You said that you have also been in the education industry for decades. Alright, don't you have any connections?"

"Tsk, what are you talking about, you silly child," Zheng's mother patted Zheng He's head, and said, "Your mother and I are a teacher. Every score in the college entrance examination is worth every cent. Your poor grades are because you didn't study hard. What made you go in and squeeze out those children who worked harder than you? Whose children are not good children? The temperament is really bad at such a young age, why don’t I remember teaching you this way!”

"Okay, okay," Zheng He pushed his mother out of the door, and said, "Go out and serve the people. When you are old, I will write you "Zheng Ma's Diary" and put it together with "Lei Feng's Diary" On my desk, I read it a hundred times a day, trying to understand the essence of your thoughts, will it work?"

Mother Zheng still wanted to continue her education. Sister Zheng scratched her neck and walked out the door. She was overjoyed when she saw the mother and son, and said, "Hey, when did you dye your hair? It's still white."

Zheng He scratched his hair suspiciously. The flour scum in one hand looked at Zheng's mother's hand again, and howled, "Mom, have you washed your hands before you scratch my hair! It's all flour balls!"

one hundred

Mr. Bai had been exercising for three hours in the morning and had been running around the mountain. The back of his sweatshirt was covered with sweat. Behind him were the bodyguards who had started work. From a distance, Mr. Bai was wearing a gray sweatshirt and a group of black suits, and then Everyone is sweating profusely with their youth.

——This picture is so beautiful that I can't bear to look at it carefully.

"Mr. Bai, stop!" Abe shouted breathlessly from behind, while Mr. Bai's figure was still floating in front of him.

"Oops, I'll go." The newly appointed American, Candy fuck?With an inexplicable Northeast accent, he said: "What kind of stimulation has Dong Bai received? It's almost noon, and I haven't had breakfast yet."

Abei gave him a blank look, and said: "Who knows what kind of stimulation he received, anyway, it has something to do with his little lover Zheng He. I came here earlier than you. He got up at four o'clock this morning and listened to it for more than three hours. I just started my morning exercises, and I was almost tortured to death by him."

Candy glanced at Mr. Bai's cell phone held in Abei's hand again, and said, "Hey, I've got a call, Mr. Bai, don't run away, it's your Zheng He's phone, come here quickly!"

Mr. Bai stopped, bent over and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath, then folded over to connect the phone, his frosty face felt like a spring breeze blowing by, Abe clicked his tongue when he saw it, this man can pretend like this , even if the person on the other end of the phone can't see his expression, he still has to pretend to be like this.

"Baby, are you awake?" Mr. Bai's voice was almost watery.

Zheng He over there rubbed his ears, smirked a few times, and said: [I woke up a long time ago, what are you doing now?What time are you coming? ] "I will come when you tell me." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He glanced at the meal he had cooked called breakfast, but he hadn't finished it yet, and said: [Then pack up and come here, we just happen to have lunch together. ] "Okay." Mr. Bai smiled so much that his eyes curled up, and finally he said softly into the microphone: "Bo".

Zheng He was silent for a few minutes, and then hung up the phone.

Mama Zheng and Sister Zheng were hungry and dizzy outside, but the smell of food kept coming from the kitchen. Mama Zheng opened the kitchen door and asked, "When will Ah and your friend come over?" She fixed her eyes Seeing that Zheng He was squatting on the ground and burying his face in his knees, he quickly yelled, "Hey Zheng He, what's wrong with you, your stomach hurts? Hurry up and let Mom see."

Zheng He raised his head, his face was red to the neck, and he said angrily: "I'm fine, mom, you go out first, he'll be here in a while, my dad should be here soon, don't worry about me."

"Is it all right?" Zheng's mother touched Zheng He's head and found that it was not hot, so she went out muttering.

Sister Zheng changed one and asked, "What is he doing?"

"Who knows him?" Zheng's mother sat next to Zheng's sister, and said, "I blush when I make a call, and I don't know who to call. I like this one. I have watched this for more than 20 episodes. This one It's almost over."

Sister Zheng frowned and asked, "Mom, is my brother on the phone with a woman?"

"No, he told me this morning that he's a man, a few years older than him." Zheng's mother said casually.

Sister Zheng raised her eyebrows, the more she thought about it, the more strange she felt.

One hundred and one

Father Zheng came earlier than Zheng He expected, and came here before twelve o'clock, but he didn't come alone, he was accompanied by the art teacher.

When Zheng's mother saw that the little vixen was following her, her eyes immediately swished like knives.

Father Zheng was also quite embarrassed, and found that no one brought him slippers, so he found a pair in the shoe cabinet, and gave them to the art teacher next to him, saying, "She just doesn't have a job today, so I think we'll come here together, hey, this time What are you doing, it smells so good."

Zheng's mother said coldly: "One mouth is enough, and you bring another mouth here. This is really thick-skinned. What kind of material is it made of? King Kong is not bad."

The art teacher came in with a smile as if he hadn't heard anything. Fan, who was more hostess than Mama Zheng, Zheng He poked his head out from the kitchen and frowned when he saw that this person was also coming. Thinking that I was still planning to tell Mrs. Zheng about Mr. Bai, why did Mrs. Zheng bring outsiders here.

"Dad, you are here." Zheng He was dissatisfied in his heart, and his face was also indifferent. After saying this, he went into the kitchen again.

This house was bought by Zheng's father and mother Zheng when they first got married. The furniture inside is very old. The sofa is only a big one with a chair. Zheng's mother directly put her legs on the sofa. Zheng's sister is also sensible. With one glance, he took up the small sofa with his buttocks.

Dad Zheng and the art teacher stood in the living room for a while, Dad Zheng blushed, and found two plastic chairs to rest for a while.

Almost one after another, someone rang the doorbell as soon as the door was closed, Sister Zheng went to open the door, her face was still dissatisfied, her eyes widened when she saw the handsome man outside, and said, "Who are you looking for? Did you press the wrong button?"

Mr. Bai had already seen Sister Zheng's photo on the document, smiled at her, and said, "My name is Bai En, and it belongs to Zheng He...well, my friend."

"Ah, fast forward, fast forward." Sister Zheng quickly took the things in his hand and found him a pair of slippers.

Zheng's mother was staring intently at the TV, when she heard the door open, she shouted, "Who's here?"

Sister Zheng also shouted: "Bai En, Zheng He's friend!"

Zheng's mother changed the channel and muttered: "Bai En... This name is quite familiar, isn't that a doctor? Whose parents are so wicked? Give your son this name. If you don't become a doctor in the future, don't you?" Have you been laughed at forever?"

Father Zheng whispered next to him, "Then you insisted on naming Zheng He a eunuch back then. Fortunately, my son has a tenacious vitality."

Zheng's mother glared at him: "What do you know, you, I had already asked someone to figure it out at the time, Ah He chose this name well, because he is destined to be rich and honored, and to meet noble people!"

Father Zheng never dared to talk back to Mother Zheng, so he stopped talking.

The art teacher shook Papa Zheng's hand. It was for this reason that she insisted on following. What if they meet and develop feelings for each other, what should I do?She stroked her belly with her hand... She hasn't given birth to him yet, so everything is uncertain.

Zheng He poked his head out and saw Mr. Bai coming, wiped his hands and took out the dishes one after another, he couldn't hide his smile, and said, "You finally came, why are you carrying so many things in your hand? "

After taking off his coat, Mr. Bai wanted to help Zheng He serve dishes. He was used to it. Zheng He pushed him on the sofa and said, "Okay, you are a guest, just sit here honestly."

Mr. Bai raised his head slightly and grabbed Zheng He's hand on his shoulder. Although he didn't say anything, Zheng He felt his attachment to him. To explain the relationship between the two, it's better not to keep it.

Zheng He reassured: "Have you had breakfast? I happened to make some casually. You can eat some."

Zheng's mother didn't see the abnormality between the two of them, so she said, "Come on, you're just doing whatever you want. I've been busy all morning, and I'm almost starving to death. Sigh, this son is really not filial."

"Mom, why do you tear down the stage for me every day." Zheng He said: "Sister, help me carry the plate."

Sister Zheng glanced at Zheng He and Mr. Bai, and said, "Yes, I see."