Ten days you taught me how to fall in love

4. Fourth day

"You deliberately!"

"I don't have one," Zhou Huang yawned, and said in a daze, "It's your food."

Xerox was dumbfounded.

He played from 06:30 in the afternoon to 21 in the morning, overeating for an hour and a half, and digesting food for half an hour. During the four hours of game time, he changed three games in total, racing, fighting, football, and general battle. In [-] rounds, he didn't even win a single round!

"Can you say that again!"

Zhou Huang laughed twice inexplicably, which in Xerox's eyes was the most naked mockery: "Really, elementary school students are better than you."

...too hateful.

He thought that this chicken coop was playing games with him just to comfort him, but he was so stupid that he lost and was touched at the same time, extremely stupid!This idiot obviously just wants to show off his skills!

"No wonder, your father despises you," Zhou Huang yawned again: "I despise you even if you are so good."

Xerox punched him in the face.

"Damn!" Zhou Huang roared, throwing away the handle and pounced on it.

Two grown-up boys wrestled together, overturning countless bits and pieces of decorations as they rolled.Xerox finally found a wide and unobstructed outlet. He punched and punched mercilessly, regardless of whether he hit anyone or not, feeling extremely happy in his heart.It seemed that all the grievances, depression, anxiety, and resentment had turned into punches and kicks, and were thrown out with every force.

"Hey, hey!" Zhou Huang blocked it a few times, and finally couldn't stand the man's mad dog-like posture, and cried out: "It hurts!"

"..." Xerox was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was riding on Jiwotou's waist.He let go of his fist, feeling much relieved: "...who told you to talk nonsense."

Zhou Huang rolled his eyes: "Are you feeling better now?"

"what?"

"I said, you feel very comfortable now!"

It took Xerox two seconds to finally understand his painstaking efforts: "Did you do it on purpose...?"

"You're too tolerant," Zhou Huang didn't answer directly: "If you're not happy, just vent and come out."

"Who wants you to meddle in your own business."

"You chicken, say it again."

"Depend on."

The two punched each other, and it was a reconciliation.

Their fourth day's activity was to visit the Provincial Museum.

In order not to be seen by the teacher and to avoid causing more trouble, Xerox decided to learn from Zhou Huang and find a hoodie to wear.In order not to be questioned by his sister, Zhou Huang decided to act alone after entering the museum.

"So you have to come with me too." Zhou Huang handed Xerox a gray mask.

"why?"

"Because we are partners." Zhou Huang's Chinese gradually became fluent, but he said some longer sentences: "If we separate, someone will ask you, if we don't separate, someone will ask about our injuries. "

Xerox suddenly realized: "And the wound on your face was hit by me, God, Wei Ya will hate me even more if she knows."

"Of course." Zhou Huang said proudly, "Weiya loves me very much."

They pretended to be asleep all the way, and got lost on the bus; they pretended to be thirsty while queuing, and deliberately fell at the end of the line.

As soon as I entered the museum, I spread my legs and ran away.

Zhou Huang crossed out the message from Wei Ya, and said guiltily: "Have you ever dated?"

"No." Xerox blushed a little, he was still nervous whether the teacher would suddenly chase after him.

"Then let me teach you."

"what?"

"Tomorrow, when you go to visit the attractions, you can use some tricks to increase Wei Ya's favor."

Xerox was a little moved, when his reason was still there: "But the wound on our face..."

"It's a small matter, if it scabs up today, it's fine to cover it with your hair tomorrow."

This logic works.Xerox nodded: "Come on, master, please enlighten me."

Zhou Huang put his arms around his shoulders with a smile, thinking, I am doing this for the sake of my sister, but before that, let me have fun.

"First of all, you have to be a gentleman."

"Ok."

"Here, you take it."

Xerox accepted Zhou Huang's snack bag obediently.

"And then you have to talk charmingly."

"How charming?"

"Come on, lower your voice."

"Is that so?" Xerox lowered his voice.

"A little lower."

"Is that so?" A little lower.

"A little lower, it must be magnetic."

"This-like-?" he said like a duck.

Sure enough, Zhou Huang laughed triumphantly.

"Hahaha... sorry sorry, let's get serious now."

Xerox glared at him, ready to put the bag back in his hand at any moment.

"Being good at expressing can also get points." Zhou Huang pointed to a bronze cultural relic and said, "Quickly, introduce me in English."

This is a bit difficult.Fortunately, Xerox is a nerd with good grades. He started to stutter the small brown-backed white sign in front of the translation artifacts.

"No. You have to be vivid, in your own words." Zhou Huang interrupted him.

"Okay," Xerox plucked up his courage again: "See, thisis..."

There are very few people in this venue, and in order to protect cultural relics, the heating is not overly turned on.

The inside of the museum was dim, except for the platinum lamps above the cultural relics. These golden powder-like lights fell on Xerox's face, as if he and the cultural relics were integrated into the same space.Whenever he said a word, a small puff of white gas would come out of his mouth, and the white mist quickly disappeared under the golden light, like a living painting.

Zhou Huang's hand that used to hold the pen itched.

He clenched his fist and pointed to the next item: "Try this."

5. The fifth day

"Go," Xerox urged him, "Hurry up."

Zhou Huang twisted his body and approached Wei Ya in embarrassment.He ignored people completely yesterday, and now the little girl is angry.

"Weiya..."

"Yeah," the girl shook her finger at him, "Don't talk."

"Weiya, don't be like this... Sorry, I was wrong yesterday."

"There's nothing wrong with you," Wei Ya shrugged, putting on an overly understanding fake face: "I fully understand how annoying a nosy sister is, look, I'm correcting it."

"You have nothing to change, honey, you are perfect."

"Stop. Your next line is: Forgive me. Am I right?"

Zhou Huang smirked, feeling a little sorry for Xerox.

"At least let Lan accompany you through this scenic spot." He waved to Xerox, who rushed forward: "He knows a lot and is very funny."

Xerox looked at Wei Ya expectantly, the little girl glared at his brother, and strode away the star-eyed boy.

"Alas." Zhou Huang sighed, feeling amused and a little bit inexplicably disappointed.

Wen Manman, who was standing beside him, touched him lightly, blushing and said, "Together?"

"Very happy."

Walking in front of them were Weiya and Xerox. The latter was scrambling to recite the script that had been rehearsed last night, while the former nodded in embarrassment.

Fool, I made a mistake here.Zhou Huang complained in his heart.

"Do you prefer to speak Chinese?"

"what?"

Wen Manman smiled: "I see you speak Chinese when you and Lan are together."

"Oh, yes." Zhou Huang changed positions with Wen Manman and let the girl walk to the inside of the road: "I asked him to practice Chinese."

Wen Manman switched from English to Chinese: "Lan is a nice guy. We all want to practice English as much as possible. If he is speaking Chinese with you, the teacher will be pissed off."

The words of a queen can always show a person's character, and Wen Manman's praise of Xerox made Zhou Huang feel a little fond of her.

"He is very nice and cooks delicious food."

"Really? The truth?" Wen Manman looked surprised: "Last time, I thought you were just being polite."

"Courtesy?"

"That is, for polite euphemism."

"Oh." Zhou Huang nodded, then shook his head again: "No. He cooks really delicious food, with many varieties and good taste."

"I didn't expect that. The classmates in the class thought he was the kind of nerd who couldn't survive."

"why?"

"Because of the shape." Wen Manman compared the hair: "The hair is long, I don't like to talk, I don't like to exercise, the only thing I need is a pair of glasses."

"Hahaha, that makes sense." Zhou Huang followed suit with a smile.

"By the way, why is he the one who cooks in his house? Are his parents working, or did they not hire a nanny?"

"Because he is more sensible," Zhou Huang thought for a while and said, "He has always been very sensible."

Probably because his voice was too low for Wen Manman to hear clearly.

Zhou Huang, who didn't want to delve into this topic, changed the topic with a bright smile: "Stop talking about him, let's talk about you."

Everything went smoothly.

But when the two returned home, Xerox unexpectedly lost his temper.

"He clearly said he would help me, but in the end he went to flirt with my sister by himself, without any sense of responsibility!"

"What is flirting?"

"Just flirting with girls!"

"What is a chat?"

"It's just... are you teasing me again?!"

Zhou Huang smiled and narrowed his eyes, and said innocently, "My Chinese is not good."

Xerox ignored him and rushed into the kitchen to cook.

"Hey, don't be angry," Zhou Huang also followed in: "What's not going well?"

"It's not going well anywhere," Xerox sighed, his back was sluggish: "I've been stuttering, Wei Ya must think I'm boring, I can't talk to her anymore."

"How come, Wei Ya is very kind."

Xerox turned around and glared at him: "You, you were supposed to be my wingman, to save me at any time."

"Sorry, I thought you wanted space for two."

"Then you shouldn't hook up with other girls, you should always pay attention to my situation."

"Wow." Zhou Huang smiled dryly: "It really looks like the president's speech."

Xerox also realized that his words were wrong.He should have been happy to be able to talk to Wei Ya alone and get along alone, but when he realized that he had nothing to say to this beautiful girl and could only introduce the story of the scenic spot dryly, his heart surged. Unpleasant emotions.

The atmosphere between the two became more and more awkward, and this emotion became more and more serious.

Talking carefully, smiling carefully, he didn't know what he was doing like a fool.There was even an idea in my heart that 'it might be better if I stay alone'.This unhappiness was like a hurricane, growing more and more unbearable, until he heard the laughter of Zhou Huang and Wen Manman behind him, and he became completely annoyed.

He screwed up.

In the end, Wei Ya even took the initiative to talk to him, but he was no longer interested, and could only respond briefly with one or two sentences.

This cannot be blamed on anyone, let alone Zhou Huang.

"Sorry, I screwed up, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

"It's okay, I forgive you." Zhou Huang smiled generously: "I am also very kind."

"Fuck you." Xerox relaxed, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

6. Day [-]

Today their activity is to experience the production of an intangible cultural heritage of the province 'Elephant Trunk Porcelain Vase'.

After yesterday's failure, Xerox has settled down a lot.

He realized the difference between Wei Ya and the 'pen pal' in his heart, but he had no right to impose his fantasy on an irrelevant girl.

"Coward." Zhou Huang said contemptuously.

"I didn't give up!" Xerox quickly retorted, and his voice weakened again: "It's just that we need to change the way and get in touch slowly..."

Zhou Huang looked at him, put on his hood, and said nothing.

The bus started, and the vibration from the revving engine rippled through his arms.Xerox wanted to look out the window, but Zhou Huang slept on the window seat, so he had to look at Zhou Huang first and then out the window.

The flesh on Zhou Huang's face was trembling slightly, just like his arms, affected by the engine.

This guy wears a chicken nest every day, and looks like a fool. Isn't it that the baby fat hasn't faded yet?

Although there is no blood relationship with Wei Ya, the personalities of the two are really different.

Wei Ya is like a well-bred lady, Zhou Huang is like a nervous street gangster.

But sometimes, it is unexpectedly delicate.

The word gave Xerox eucalyptus a chill for a second.

The bus finally stops at the Palace of Culture, where they will complete an educational traditional cultural experience.

The form is very similar to kneading clay for 20 yuan per person in the park in the past, but before this, the teacher will play a PPT for them, explain for 10 minutes, and demonstrate for 10 minutes.

The well-dressed Chinese and foreign students were soon asked to put on plastic aprons and plastic gloves, turning themselves into fish sellers one by one.

Zhou Huang lazily followed Xerox. He moved a small strawberry pink plastic bench and sat on the side, watching Xerox frantically making shapes.

Probably because the joy of playing with mud in childhood is still engraved in my memory. At first, many girls who thought it was dirty also pinched it curiously.This down-to-earth activity received unanimous and enthusiastic responses from Chinese and foreign students. In such a lively atmosphere, the teacher took the opportunity to announce that he would be ranked first, second, and third, which aroused the students' sense of competition.

Xerox felt a little anxious.It's not that he wants to get a ranking, but when the people around him are more or less in shape, and you have more clay in your hand than there are utensils, you will naturally feel anxious about being too far behind.

He looked at Zhou Huang, who rested his chin and looked innocently at the lump of mud on the turntable getting smaller and smaller.

"Hey, help me," Xerox said.

"No."

"Stop messing around, hurry up."

"No." Zhou Huang's voice turned a corner, and Xerox's heart also took a sharp turn like a roller coaster: "Unless, you go and confess your feelings to Wei Ya."

"Are you sick? Then care about my love life."

Zhou Huang stood up and was about to leave.

Xerox, with sharp eyesight and quick hands, grabbed him: "Okay, okay, I understand." He shouted perfunctorily, the little calculation in his heart crackling.

When you confess, you confess, and you don't say when to confess.

He was about to stand up to make way for Zhou Huang, but this person actually pushed him down.

"Don't move." Zhou Huang bent down and circled him from behind: "Hands, relax. Yes, slowly..."

Xerox felt Zhou Huang's body temperature enveloped him. When he said "slowly", his tone was light and long, as if he was blowing or hypnotizing. Xerox's neck and back felt numb and his fingertips felt weak when he heard it. .

The sweetness of the rice balls for breakfast still lingered on his body, and the smell of wine and sweetness made the heat of his body rush into Xerox's heart.He watched Zhou Huang's slender fingers touch his own one after another with his eyes fixed, and his heart also tightened and relaxed one after another.

That's right, Xerox prayed to God that he didn't blush. Isn't it strange that the two men are in this posture.

But he was not willing to push Zhou Huang away, and he didn't even say a word of rejection.

Zhou Huang couldn't be angered at this time, he found a legitimate reason for himself, just keep it like this until it's done.

In the end, their clay was kneaded into No.1.

For Xerox, this was a surprise, but when Zhou Huang grinned triumphantly at him, this surprise suddenly became important.

Since tomorrow and the next two days are camping, they packed up their things early and went to bed after returning home.

In the middle of the night, Xerox heard loud noises downstairs, as if they were arguing.

At first he suspected that a thief had entered, but immediately realized that no thief would make a scene at the head of the household, and another happy possibility came to him—his mother had returned.

He got out of bed quickly and was about to rush out of the room without even putting on his slippers.

The moment he opened the door, the voice of the woman's collapse was clearly heard from downstairs:

"I can't take care of him! I want to work! What's wrong with him? Why, is your mistress disagreeing?"

'who is he?

It's me.

Xerox was taken aback, and the hand that opened the door stopped.

It turned out that his mother didn't want him.

Just two months ago, his parents divorced by agreement.This villa was distributed to his mother, and he, like other properties in this villa, was distributed to his mother.

The woman's voice became more and more excited and louder: "It's not that I won't give you money! Of course he will take care of himself when he is so old. Will I be better off as a woman with a child than you as a man!"

His mother was obviously so angry that she forgot that her son was still living in the house, and her voice almost knocked the roof off.Xerox's chest heaved up and down, but finally he swallowed hard, and decided to close the door as if he didn't know anything.

Just as the door was about to close, the sound of rattling slippers came from the next door.

"Who'sthere?" Zhou Huang shouted in English.

Liang Chun downstairs was startled, and then remembered that his son had entertained an exchange student at home these days.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm Lan's mother," she replied in fluent English, guessing that Zhou Huang might be Chinese or Malay.

Zhou Huang's behavior in English misled Ms. Liang at the beginning, making her think that Zhou Huang did not understand Chinese, which just gave her a step down, after all, family ugliness is not publicized.

"It's all right, good night ma'am."

"Good night."

With the sound of slippers, Zhou Huang returned to his room, and Liang Chun downstairs became as quiet as a gas stove that had been turned off.

Xerox closed the door, silently climbed onto the bed, and wrapped herself into a chrysalis.

He thanked Zhou Huang from the bottom of his heart for stopping the fucking screaming, but he still couldn't help but burst into tears.