mouth gun

Shi Chengye stood silently behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, he turned off the lights in the room, and the Nordic-style solid-color curtains half-covered the glass—he pulled it away, leaving a small gap.

He hid behind the curtains and secretly peeped at the movement downstairs. It was still the familiar trash can, and even Tao Zitao was wearing the same set of home clothes from a few days ago.

Tao Zitao's footsteps were brisk as usual, and she jumped out of the unit door again, doing exactly the same thing - throwing away a piece of trash in a happy mood.

At the moment when he was about to turn his head back, Shi Chengye hurriedly closed the curtain again, and he sighed silently while hiding behind the curtain.

Half of the seven-day National Day holiday has passed, and he still hasn't spoken to Tao Zitao.

However, he discovered Tao Zitao's habit - he would come out at six o'clock every afternoon to take out a piece of garbage.

Shi Chengye took advantage of this point to hide behind the floor-to-ceiling windows and take a look at Tao Zitao, which only lasted about a minute.

A short 60 seconds passed, and the apartment under the streetlight became quiet again, Shi Chengye reluctantly sat back on the sofa.

He still didn't turn on the light, and lay back on the sofa in the dark. The sofa was still a little too short for him, and he bent his legs slightly aggrieved.

Shi Chengye took out the phone again, the white fluorescent light was shining in the darkness, and the phone screen was stuck on each search bar.

"How to chase people?"

"How to bend a straight man?"

"How do you chase people without scaring them?"

He started from Baidu, turned to Zhihu, and swam Douban for a while. In three full days, his phone was about to be broken by him.

Still haven't found any useful answers.

Shi Chengye fiddled with the hair on his forehead irritably, just as the phone in his hand rang - Zhou Wangshu called him.

His tone when he answered the phone was a little rushed: "Hello?!"

"Have you taken gunpowder?"

"Didn't eat." Shi Chengye gave a soft "tsk" sound, and brushed his hair again, "I have something to say."

Zhou Wangshu hugged his phone and smiled gloatingly before asking, "I heard you came out?"

Shi Chengye closed his eyes in the dark, and gave a vague "hmm".

"How is it now, what does your father say?"

"What else can you do? It's a little better than you were then, and you haven't lost a layer of skin."

It was good not to mention it, but when Zhou Wangshu mentioned it, he felt a burning pain in his back.

He came out of the closet vigorously at that time, and was whipped vigorously by his father who was in his forties with a leather whip. He lay on the bed for a full month before recovering.

Of course, his good brother Shi Chengye didn't visit him once in this month.

Zhou Wangshu said regretfully, "Why didn't you get beaten? I remember that Uncle Shi was also good at boxing?"

Shi Chengye opened his closed eyes again, and said calmly, "Because I moved out early."

"Are you so prescient?"

He added: "I moved downstairs to Tao Zitao."

Under the mobile phone with excellent sound quality, Shi Chengye heard Zhou Wangshu's crisp applause, several times of "papapapa".

Immediately afterwards, there was Zhou Wangshu's voice of "appreciation": "As expected of you, Shi Chengye." He compared his thumbs in a place Shi Chengye couldn't see: "You are kind enough, and you are perverted enough."

Shi Chengye smiled coldly: "Take care of yourself."

Speaking of which, he and Tao Zitao obviously lived in his house, but Shi Chengye felt that he was the one with a guilty conscience.

He touched his nose and changed the subject: "What are you calling to ask if I have been beaten?"

"No." Zhou Wangshu remembered the business now, "I just want to tell you that the shoe you bought has arrived. Should I send it to you, or should you pick it up yourself?"

"You send it to me, and I will send you the address later."

As a tool man, Zhou Wangshu is quite efficient. After 10 minutes, he sent him a WeChat message to say that he had arrived.

Shi Chengye stood up and put on his shoes.

His hand was just on the doorknob, but it stopped suddenly.Shi Chengye took a few steps back, took out a peaked cap from his suitcase, put it on, and found a big coat to put on.

"Chucky-"

When the zipper was pulled to the end, half of his face was tightly blocked.

He was afraid of running into Tao Zitao outside, and Shi Chengye hadn't figured out how to explain to Tao Zitao that he moved here.

Walking outside, Shi Chengye took extra care in his steps, as cautious as a spy joint.

Every time he took a step, he had to look around a few times—fortunately, there was no one outside, otherwise he might be taken as some unscrupulous person and go to the police station.

Zhou Wangshu waited outside until he was about to germinate. He was still driving that flamboyant McLaren, wearing sunglasses and leaning on the back of the car with his arms folded.

Seeing the sneaky Shi Chengye approaching, he couldn't help laughing outright: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! What the hell are you dressing up for? Are you playing Agent J?"

Zhou Wangshu laughed too hard, and couldn't help but fell on Shi Chengye.

Shi Chengye moved his feet indifferently, and resolutely kept a distance from him, pretending not to hear Zhou Wangshu's ridicule, and said three words indifferently: "My shoes."

Zhou Wangshu wiped away the tears from his own laughter, and opened the co-pilot's door—there were several shoe boxes piled up on the seat.

He rubbed his belly sore from laughing: "Your shoes, 40, 41, 42 and your own 44, those who don't know think I'm a wholesaler, speechless."

Shi Chengye stood by, lost in thought as he stared at these shoeboxes with big hooks on them. He asked Zhou Wangshu, "How do I take them back?"

"It's okay, I brought you a bag." Zhou Wangshu pointed to the ground, "I brought you a big garbage bag from my house."

A pure black plastic garbage bag lay on the ground.

"..."

Shi Chengye was disgusted for a while in silence, and then he put the shoeboxes one by one into the garbage bag.

Ugly is ugly, but she can still pretend.

then--

Zhou Wangshu watched Shi Chengye, who was wearing a black coat, black trousers, and a black peaked cap, dragging a large black plastic garbage bag, walk in.

Don't say it, it's really stupid.

He tried his best to hold back his laughter, and raised his phone with a "click".

Shi Chengye pulled up his collar, there were too many things, he was going to take the elevator up.

He lowered his head and didn't raise his head until he walked into the elevator - only then did he find a delivery man in a blue uniform huddled at the foot of the wall.

Shi Chengye's eyes stopped on the takeaway bag in his hand.

No one lives in this building except him and Tao Zitao, and he has never ordered takeaway, so this is Tao Zitao's takeaway.

Probably because his gaze was too hot, the takeaway boy shrank back while holding the takeaway box.

He couldn't help shivering - the man standing next to him was tall and dressed mysteriously, and he was carrying a large garbage bag that didn't know what was in it.

It seems that he is still looking at him with cold eyes.

Damn, it's horrible, like the kind of high-intelligence murderer broadcast on the news.

With a beep, the elevator reached the floor.

The takeaway boy almost ran out like rolling and crawling, and Shi Chengye finally came back to his senses.

At this moment, he suddenly realized a problem, a stupid and serious problem - he was staring too seriously at the takeaway, and forgot to press the floor.

That's okay, what's the most terrible thing?

The most terrible thing is that Tao Zitao is standing outside the elevator door waiting for takeaway, Shi Chengye raised his head stiffly.

Unprepared, he met Tao Zitao's eyes unexpectedly.