The sun is coming

Uncle has come home, so he must act carelessly, put on a show, take out the crayons bought by Shang Zhe, and sit upright at the small solid wood table to draw for Yuan Dajun to see.

Shang Zhe ignored them and went directly to the kitchen to cook porridge.Yuan Dajun said: "Let's go out to eat tonight." Su Shangzhe turned a deaf ear and muttered silently in his heart, you will not die if you are tired, so go out to eat if you don't catch up on sleep earlier.

I dug out the bean paste buns and steamed buns from the refrigerator, and steamed the hastily sticky corn. When the water boiled, I put in the millet, then turned down the heat and went into the bathroom.Yuan Dajun's luggage was thrown in the bathroom, dirty in the bathtub.After thinking about it, Shang Zhe opened the zipper, and a stench burst out of the cage in an instant. Shang Zhe almost rolled his eyes and wiped himself out in the bathroom.

I picked out the clothes inside with a comb, and found that almost none of them were clean.The close-fitting cotton T-shirt seemed to have been cemented, and it was so hard and dirty that it smelled of sweat.The most lethal thing is the pair of smelly socks mixed with the clothes.Shang Zhe threw the socks in a garbage bag into the trash can, and muttered in a low voice, "There's no need to fight at all, so what's the use of training? Just throw a pair of socks into the enemy camp and you'll win."

After sorting the underpants, light-colored T-shirts and camouflage patterns and soaking them in washing powder, Shang Zhe washed his face, took the dirty clothes to the balcony, and rubbed the dirtiest places with his hands first, and then waited for the machine to wash.When reluctantly restoring a white cotton T-shirt to its original color, Shang Zhe suddenly remembered a very serious problem - all the clothes, shoes and socks before were packed by Yuan Dajun. On him?

"Why are you losing your temper?"

Yuan Dajun's voice sounded from the side, looking out of the window Su Shangzhe came back to his senses, put his hands under the faucet to wash away the foam.

"Where's the laundry?" Yuan Dajun looked at his underwear inside, and the dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared instantly, leaving only tenderness.Who knew that Shang Zhe turned his head and stared blankly at him with his hands clean.Yuan Dajun smiled and stretched his arms. Shang Zhe, who was still a little dazed just now, came to life in an instant. He rushed forward and pinched his neck, shaking and said, "Yuan Dajun! You are courting death!"

Yuan Dajun didn't dare to struggle too hard, he only controlled his strength and followed Shang Zhe back, and when there was no way to retreat, he grabbed his wrist and coughed: "Throat."

The tension on the neck loosened, and Yuan Dajun pulled him into his arms with his backhand, wrapped one leg around him, and asked, "Say, why are you losing your temper?"

"Since when did I do laundry?"

"I'll wash it later, let's soak it."

"If you don't wash your smelly socks in time, remember to throw them away?"

"waste."

"If you choke me to death, it won't be a waste. What a saving. In the future, you will even save one person's food."

Yuan Dajun sullenly said, "Su Shangzhe!"

Shang Zhe raised his chin, "Don't tell me about the smelly feet! Didn't I tell you not to wash your feet with cold water?"

"I haven't washed it for a week, so it's strange if it doesn't stink."

Shang Zhe felt that the lunch at noon was not completely digested, and his stomach was a little overwhelmed.Yuan Dajun gnawed at his pointed chin, and said in a low voice, "I didn't talk about socks with you. How could you not know if the phone was broken? You're free when you're not here, right? You didn't even think of making a phone call?"

"It doesn't matter if you fight or not, anyway, I know you're coming back."

"Oh?"

"Wang Rong said it." Su Shangzhe hummed.

"Jealous?"

"I don't have time to spare."

Yuan Dajun rubbed his waist and laughed softly, "I'm just jealous, brother."

Shang Zhe let him hug, pet, and bite, the expression on his face did not ease at all.Yuan Dajun rubbed his waist and said in a low voice: "I just received the notice two days ago, saying that I will let you come back, and I will stay with you at home for the time being. Wang Rong is Wang Rong, and you are you. I treat her better and take care of her." Some reasons. If you see her in the future, be careful when speaking in front of her."

Shang Zhe struggled to leave, Yuan Dajun hugged him tightly, and said against the tip of his nose, "Listen to me. Be careful when you speak in front of her in the future, and don't reveal your husband's identity or anything."

Shang Zhe rolled his eyes, "Have you become a criminal police officer?"

"No."

"What happened to Wang Rong again? It's not easy." This is an affirmative sentence.

Yuan Dajun rubbed his fluffy hair, "What can she do? But the trouble comes out of her mouth, so just be careful."

Shang Zhe rolled his eyes, moved his body forward, pressed his chest on Yuan Dajun's body, rubbed it lightly a few times, and left suddenly when Yuan Dajun's eyes changed color, looked at him coldly with his arms folded and said: " I don't know, how many times have you called?"

Yuan Dajun swallowed, "Twice."

Shang Zhe sucked his index finger, stretched out his wet index finger and wiped Yuan Dajun's lips, "What did you say?"

"Eat and drink, make a good transformation."

"Heh, think of yourself as a prison guard."

Shang Zhe took one foot out of his shoe, stepped on it and put it on the place where Yuan Dajun made a movement, and gently grasped it with his toes.

"I hate it when my man flirts with others."

Yuan Dajun walked forward, Shang Zhe pushed him back against the wall with force on his feet, "Have you been flirting with Wang Rong?"

Yuan Dajun grabbed Shang Zhe's leg with one hand, hugged him, and said in a low voice, "I don't play with that."

As soon as the two mouths and four lips were biting together, Caocao ran over with a crayon drawing that was imaginative and unconstrained, and shouted, "Look, uncle, the home of Caocao's drawing."

The two quickly separated, and Yuan Dajun turned his head to look at the three things in his hands that were so abstract that they looked like simplified portraits of ants and asked, "Is that uncle?"

Hastily pointing to the largest ant made of irregular shapes, he said, "This is uncle."

Pointing to another graphic that looks like some kind of insect, he said, "This is Dad."

Pointing to the two circled things in the middle, he said, "This is hasty, hahaha, and there is also a little bird (a thing with a knobby body suspected to be a centipede)."

Yuan Dajun gave a thumbs up, "Excellent."

The haste was even more serious, and he rushed over to show Shang Zhe.Shang Zhe couldn't bear to hit the child, nodded and said, "It's so beautiful, what kind of bird is that careless bird?"

After thinking about it hastily, "It's a bird with many wings."

Shang Zhe looked at the colorful big centipede and understood a little bit.

"Sketches are so beautiful, I want to draw more portraits of my uncle in the future, okay?"

"Okay!" He answered hastily, and ran to the living room with his chubby body shaking, shouting, "Draw an uncle and kiss your father."

Water splashed on the floor, and Shang Zhe slipped and almost fell.Yuan Dajun supported him and held his ear and said, "Be careful, hum."

This time Yuan Dajun's vacation came out of nowhere. He was suddenly so idle. He didn't think that Shang Zhe enjoyed getting up early every day while being kissed by his side, and his heart was agitated.

To be honest, it’s nice to have someone in the family, and the child doesn’t need him to pick him up in a hurry every day. Even when he has nothing else to do to go home after class, he can see Yuan Dajun and the child pushing a bicycle waiting for him to go home when they go out.Although cars began to drive around the campus, they didn't have Yuan Dajun as a driver.

Except for the training in this campus, Yuan Dajun has hardly had any contact with Shang Zhe's campus life.Now waiting for him with one leg and the child, seeing a group of young people walking out of the teaching building surrounded by a group of young people from a distance, I am really not used to it.Now the little girl is very fierce, if she wants to cling to someone, she can think of any reason.Two beautiful long-haired girls followed Shang Zhe, one left and one right, talking to each other, occasionally smiling playfully, full of youth.

Shang Zhe was wearing rimless glasses and was copying the pocket of his white coat with one hand. He looked up and saw Yuan Dajun, stopped and said something.The two girls looked over here, and said something jokingly before turning and leaving.It wasn't until Shang Zhe walked over that the two girls walked not far away.Yuan Dajun looked over, one of the girls whistled, and the two laughed and ran away.

Yuan Dajun, "..."

Hastily waited for the bicycle to walk up and began to look back over Yuan Dajun's waist, and explained the characters learned today to Shang Zhe, "I can write one in a hurry, one horizontally, and one vertically. The teacher said that two horizontal lines are two. Draw three horizontal lines is three. The teacher said that we will learn four tomorrow."

Shang Zhe thought of some jokes about how the rich man's young master learned to count, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her head and laughing.

The bicycle did not go all the way to the vegetable market as usual, and stopped at a corner.A military vehicle got off and two soldiers with guns blocked the road, and there were students passing by constantly.Shang Zhe thought he had met his comrade-in-arms, but who knew that the other party showed a document and then stepped forward and dragged Yuan Dajun away.Yuan Dajun wanted to resist subconsciously. In fact, he fell down a person in an instant, but the gun was put on his head in the next step.

The person who came to escort them should also be a special police officer, and his movements were so fast that Shang Zhe didn't even have time to scream.

Yuan Dajun was handcuffed and pushed into the car. Shang Zhe threw his bicycle and rushed over with his arms in his arms and asked, "Which department do you belong to? Have you been approved by the army? Whatever happens to him will be ruled by the army. Do you have the right?"

The person on the co-pilot didn't take off his sunglasses, rolled down the window glass and showed him a warrant, "Intentional murder, understand?"

The car drove away quickly, Shang Zhe's eyes shook, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.He probably will never forget the name on that piece of paper - Wu Ming.Those memories slowly flooded up, making Shang Zhe unable to stand still.Wu Ming died. Lin Feng told him back then that Wu Ming was already sick, but this time he was beaten by Yuan Dajun again. On the one hand, the treatment was delayed.He vaguely knew something at the time, but after that, there was no disturbance at all, and he subconsciously completely forgot about it.

Thinking about it, even if he is perverted again, a big living person suddenly disappears, how can the family not make a fuss?Shang Zhe didn't know the specific solution at the beginning, but there is no doubt that this matter was found out again.

When Wang Xiaojuan and a few undergraduate students ran over, Shang Zhe was still sitting on the ground with his head covered, carelessly holding his arm and sitting opposite him, obediently rubbing his head, just like how many times Shang Zhe touched her head .Wang Xiaojuan helped Shang Zhe up, saw his pale face, and asked someone to push the bicycle away.

Shang Zhe waved his hand, took the bicycle and hurriedly climbed up, and walked home with his head down.

Wang Xiaojuan followed and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Shang Zhe shook his head, "I'll just go home and take a rest, I'm a little hypoglycemic."