6 Brother and Xiaohong

Zheng Zhe didn't sleep well that night, he tossed and turned, and even had a strange dream.

In the dream, Zheng Zhe held a little flower quilt and kept shaking it. There was a boy with a white face wrapped in the little flower quilt. He was wrinkled and howling with his eyes closed. The howling Zheng Zhe was upset and was about to ask this question. Whose mother is it, but just as he wanted to get up, another girl climbed up on her knees, her hair was felted, and her two dirty paws were holding a big steamed bun. Sneezing, half-finger-long snot hung directly on Zheng Zhe's lapel.

Zheng Zhe was very unhappy in the dream, he roared, and then a person turned around from outside, his face could not be seen clearly, he could probably be recognized as a long-legged and thin-waisted man with a floral apron on his body, holding a rolling pin and walked up two steps Before that, he gave Zheng Zhe a fat beating: "I can't stop cooking, can't you let me save myself?"

Zheng Zhe was hit with stares, because he heard the voice was a man, he furiously kicked him: "Who the hell are you?"

The man opposite had a thin voice, his face was foggy, and his brows were still blurred: "I'm Gu Xiaohong."

"Ah?" Zheng Zhe was a little dumbfounded, "You? Why are you so tall?"

"I grew up."

"Ah, I've grown up, it's pretty good, so what, whose child is this, hurry up and return it for me, look, she's crying like a big mouse, don't die in my arms... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Zhe was hit by a rolling pin again, and the blood in his nostrils was shot on the wall like an arrow.

"This is your own seed, don't you care about raising it?" The young man on the opposite side lifted up his apron, revealing a round belly, and looked like he was pregnant: "And this! Do you want to give it to me?" Who's going?"

After speaking, he threw a bunch of kids from behind: "And this one! This one! This one!"

Zheng Zhe woke up with a pale face.

When he opened his eyes, Gu Ming had already boiled the water, and was filling the thermos with the kettle. Seeing that Zheng Zhe woke up, he saved some and poured it into the enamel washbasin, then mixed a ladle of cold water, and threw a towel into it. There was a clang.

Because of that dream, Zheng Zhe felt a little embarrassed to see him now, but it was a dream after all, and besides, it was rare for this kid to serve him so caringly early in the morning, Zheng Zhe had no reason to show him awkward face.

Zheng Zhe dressed and washed with complicated thoughts early in the morning, hurriedly picked up two mouthfuls of rice, put down the bowls and chopsticks, patted his buttocks and left the house.

Zheng Zhe went over the wall to Ai Jin's house.

Ai Jin was also cats at home, because he didn't dare to go out because of the fierce battle yesterday, and rolled around in bed early in the morning, pretending to be sick, so he insisted on not going to the vocational high school.

When Zheng Zhe came over, Ai Jin's mother was not at home. With a haggard face, Ai Jin took out a plate of persimmon cakes to greet Zheng Zhe, and yelled and asked why he was injured again, but Zheng Zhe never responded to Ai Jin. On the kang, I stared at the New Year pictures of his family for half an hour.

After half an hour, Ai Jin couldn't take it anymore: "Why don't you tear this one up and take it back?"

Zheng Zhe came back to his senses: "What do I want this for?"

"Why do you keep looking at him? Two fat boys showing their dicks, what is there to see..." Ai Jin seemed to reflect suddenly, with a shy face: "Oh, you are so bad."

Zheng Zhe didn't understand: "What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything?"

Ai Jin clenched his fists tightly, trying to beat Zheng Zhe like a girl, but Zheng Zhe dodged away as soon as he jumped on it. "My sixth brother... your heart...why is it so hard..."

Zheng Zhe frowned: "Can you be normal, you want me to leave like this?"

Ai Jin got up from the top of the kang, turned around and took out a persimmon cake from the plate: "Let's just stay here and have some fun, you're not energetic at all."

Zheng Zhe stared at Ai Jin's mouth wide open and closed, with a desperate attitude: "I have something to worry about."

Ai Jin threw all the persimmon roots into his mouth: "What's the matter? Was it a fight yesterday? Oh, fuck me, don't say anything, Wang Dabo, this bastard, pushed me on the accelerator with one accelerator, ouch I became a girl, the old dick hurts, I didn't dare to pee too hard just now..."

Zheng Zhe waved his hand and interrupted him: "Let's put it this way, for example, have you ever taken a shower with a man?"

Ai Jin let out an ah, his eyes widened.

Zheng Zhe regretted that he said it so directly, but after thinking that Ai Jin is not an outsider, he explained: "I'm using an example."

Ai Jin closed his mouth: "You used to wash with women?"

"Oh, yes, to put it another way, for example, if you are with a man, no matter what you do, will you be embarrassed? It's really shy."

Ai Jin thought for a while: "Of course I will. I had loose bowels yesterday when I squatted in the pit, oh, that asshole, the big brother next to me keeps looking at me, I'm so shy."

Zheng Zhe didn't blame Ai Jin.

He was silent for a while, only regretting that he hadn't studied Chinese well at school, so now he couldn't understand what he wanted to express euphemistically.

Seeing his frown, Ai Jin poured him another cup of tea: "It's okay, Brother Six, don't worry, organize your words well, I'll wait for you."

Zheng Zhe was a little embarrassed, he lowered his head deeply, and began to pick at the side of the Kang mat in Ai Jin's house: "To put it another way, have you ever dreamed of a... person at night, and then saw him very shy the next morning?"

Ai Jin stared closely at Zheng Zhe: "Zheng Zhe, is this me?"

"what?"

"Look, you're too embarrassed to look at me."

"Are you sick? Not you!"

Although Ai Jin's mouth was out of shape, his brain was very active. After hearing this, he could probably understand what Zheng Zhe meant.

This shocked Ai Jin, but also faintly ecstatic. After all, there are too few people like him. If it weren't for the sensational news in Anhui last year, a pair of women caused the people to fight two hooligans regardless of the consequences. Go on, Akin doesn't even know the word gay.

Hearing what Zheng Zhe said, he was more than happy, but more sad. He was stunned for a long time, feeling sad from his heart, and then threw his head on the kang: "Which fucking bastard snatched it away?" Your heart! I'm going to tear his dick loose!"

Zheng Zhe looked astonished: "Fuck you crazy! Can you be normal again!" After speaking, he got off the kang, raised his legs and walked out: "Let's go! Fuck! I'm sick!"

Ai Jin hurriedly stopped Zheng Zhe: "Okay, okay, don't go, I'm just playing with you, what are you doing?"

Zheng Zhe found that Ai Jin really had some strength, so he hugged him around his waist, unable to move at all: "The last time?"

Ai Jin didn't dare stick to Zheng Zhe's back, so he sighed at him: "One last time."

Zheng Zhe moved: "You should let go."

Ai Jin let go of his hand slowly, his face was about to die: "Tell me, which little coquettish fox do you like."

"Is this a fancy? Isn't it..." Zheng Zhe was taken aback: "I don't think so... Or, I think it's okay, I don't think I like him..."

Ai Jin's voice was also desperate: "It's almost the same...You bastard just met a mung bean, and the more you look at it, the more pleasing it will be in the future."

"Oh no……"

"Hey... I also hope not," Ai Jin rolled his eyes halfway, and suddenly remembered: "No fucking Gu Xiaohong, right? I've already seen that he has a flirtatious look to seduce men! "

Zheng Zhe was startled, and quickly turned back: "Him? Pull him down! What are you thinking!"

"Who is that?"

Zheng Zhe opened his mouth for a long time, but he answered inappropriately: "By the way, I asked you about this...don't tell anyone."

"Okay, my sixth brother," Ai Jin said with a half-smile, "What kind of friendship have we played since we were young, and how many years have we been friends with them? Don't worry, I know this well."

Zheng Zhe is naturally very relieved. After he put most of the things in his heart, he felt a lot more relaxed. At this moment, he is looking at Ai Jin's face with great interest: "...Why do you smile like you cry? ?”

Boss Ai Jin was unwilling: "What do you know, this is called a superficial smile, it's a very classy expression."

"You're still smiling, it's so ugly," Zheng Zhe sat on the edge of the kang, his two long legs stretched straighter and straighter, and he almost slipped to the ground: "Ai Jin, I think... Alright, tell me you're angry again."

"Come on, if you just point at my nose and scold me, I think it sounds better than Yang Yuying's singing."

"... Can you still talk seriously?" Zheng Zhe suppressed his anger slightly, "I want to say, look at you... What will you do in the future, a man of women? Who wants you?"

"You do not want?"

"I don't want it." Zheng Zhe thought for a while and then said, "You are a buddy. Whatever you want, you are mine."

"You don't want me, some people want me!" Ai Jin felt sad for a while, and his voice suddenly rose, "I have a cousin who is in Shenzhen. He came back last year during Chinese New Year. He said he would take me there when I graduated from vocational high school. The development of that place is very good. It is said to be much better than ours. When I go there, I buy a lot of beautiful clothes and dress myself up every day. You always think that I am not good-looking. Long bloom, when I grow long, I will definitely look better than that kid in your yard, then there will definitely be many people chasing me, begging me to have a date with me, do you think I care... care about our people? I'm actually not that rare."

Zheng Zhe felt helpless when he saw him say these words with tears in his eyes. Although he had a bad temper, seeing Ai Jin's anger, he could calmly say a few words: "Who thinks you look bad... I was saying that it's not good for you to smile on the surface, besides, didn't you just agree not to be angry, you really..."

"You, I always think you look like an idiot, but sometimes you don't seem to be an idiot either. Are you pretending or are you really an idiot?" Ai Jin blinked unnaturally and sniffed: " No, you are not stupid, you are a bad, wicked dead dog! Smelly X! You are not afraid of retribution in the future?"

Zheng Zhe still didn't lose his temper, and really didn't want to tell him about it. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a row of things on the TV cabinet of Ai Jin's house, and quickly changed the subject: "Hey, what is this, you still have a video tape at home!"

After finishing speaking, he took two steps forward: "...Gambler, it can't be the one played by Chow Yun-fat, right? You also have such a new tape at home?"

Ai Jin raised his hand to wipe his face, walked over in two steps, and squatted down beside Zheng Zhe: "It was given to me by my cousin, and I only watched it once. I don't have a video recorder at home and I can't play this. Last time I took the video from my uncle's house." The one I borrowed to watch..."

While talking, Ai Jin was pawing at the pile of video tapes in his hands, and when he touched the bottom one with the white cover, he suddenly stopped talking.

If you say that Ai Jin’s cousin can be regarded as a radical in his family, he went to Shenzhen after graduation, and came back after a few years. The relationship is very good, so he gave Ai Jin a lot of things when he came back, including such a video tape.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. This dribbling is not a martial arts movie, nor is it a tertiary movie.

Ai Jin's heart beat violently, he withdrew his hand and glanced at the people around him: "Hey...don't you have a video recorder at home?"

"What? You want to see?"

"I haven't watched a disc, and I just want to. Besides, you don't use it every day at home, so you can watch it at night if you have nothing to do at home... Do you think so?"

When Zheng Zhe saw a book called Bloody Two Heroes, he felt itchy, so he didn't even think about it: "Okay, when my father is not at home someday, I'll just tell my mother."