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The little lunatic stood there in a daze, without any intense expression on his face, just in a daze, dazed, but with a hint of disbelief.

I am even more unbelievable than a little lunatic. If there is a mirror facing me now, there must be a fool with wide-eyed eyes and open mouth. If the mirror can be infinitely magnified, I can still see it in the pupils of this fool. A male version of Medusa.

Zhou Cheng transformed without any warning. I think Tang Sanzang might not have the same mood as me and the little lunatic when facing the bone spirit who suddenly changed from an old farmer to a monster. After more than ten years of acquaintance, this person suddenly turned into a monster. It doesn't need any complicated moves, just one expression, one look, one word, from head to toe and even every strand of hair looks strange.

The ear-piercing sound of the calculator being smashed to the ground pulled my nerves back to reality, and I saw that the poor guy who was in the hands of the little lunatic had been torn apart, and the wreckage was lying quietly in the middle of the lobby.

"Get out of the way, Feng Yiyi." The little lunatic's voice was low, like a beast about to rush out of the fence and bite the gladiator.

I have never been so thankful that I chose the right place at the right time to do the right thing. For example, on a smoky winter afternoon, I was sitting at the cash register and checking the account with the little lunatic, and just blocked his way out.

"No." I was categorical, and then persuaded in a slow tone, "Zhou Cheng has a convulsion, we don't have the same knowledge as him, let alone have a convulsion with him, right?"

The little lunatic looked at me, and suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I don't have convulsions."

I believe this is straight to the point of going crazy.

At this time, it is a dead end to favor any side, so I can only beat [-] boards each and mud: "You know that he is in a bad mood, so why choose this time to say those things, as the saying goes, beating people is not good. Slapping in the face, exposing others but not revealing their faults. Of course, it is wrong for him to swear at others, he is angry, how can he listen to what he says..."

Before I could finish speaking, the little lunatic suddenly used both hands and feet, and climbed out of the cash register as if crossing the road and climbing over the guardrail!

The posture is not good-looking, but the attitude is very firm.

I got up quickly, trying to stop him before he pounced on Zhou Cheng, but I didn't want him to kick the door open without looking at Zhou Cheng at all, and then disappeared into the vast snow before everyone could react.

The cold wind was blowing in, and the deformed door couldn't be closed, and it knocked on the door frame with the wind.

The wind was so strong that I shivered unconsciously.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, it was Hua Hua, facing the lobby where there was only one person missing, looking at Zhou Cheng, then at me, with question marks all over her face.

Sighing, I said, "Zhou Cheng and the little lunatic quarreled." Not only to clear up Huahua's confusion, but also to let a little sound come from this quiet space.

Huahua came over and wrote on the phone: Very serious?

I found that Huahua's low presence made me overlook the fact that he was actually very sharp, much sharper than us who can speak well.

is it serious?I have no idea.All I know is: "Zhou Cheng told the little lunatic to get out, and the little lunatic got out."

Huahua frowned, thought for a moment, then found the number of the little lunatic on the phone and dialed it.

Soon, songs that I had never heard before came from the cash register, like ballads.

I don't know when the little lunatic changed his cell phone ringer. It may be recently, or it may be very early. I suddenly discovered that his cell phone seldom rings.

Huahua hung up the phone, frowning even deeper: I'm going out to find him.

"I will go with you."

——The risk factor of letting the little lunatic go out alone in an emotionally unstable state does not need to be demonstrated, it is enough to think about how he let the car scrape last time.

Huahua and I went to find our respective coats, and soon finished dressing. Before going out, I gave Zhou Cheng a worried look: "Hey, you won't follow suit, will you?"

Although Zhou Cheng was also angered by the incident just now, I subconsciously believed that his resistance to stress was definitely hundreds of orders of magnitude higher than that of the little lunatic, so his attitude was not so cautious.

Hearing this, Zhou Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, his complexion looked better than before, but only slightly: "Running away from home is a child's trick."

I was a little aggrieved for the little lunatic, and without thinking about it, I opened my mouth: "Aren't you worried?"

Zhou Cheng looked at me naturally, and finally smiled slightly: "He's 31."

Huahua and I searched half of the urban area like headless chickens. The electronic market, bookstore, stock exchange, video game center and even Internet cafes that the little lunatic often went to made us look up and down, but we couldn’t even find a single person. Did not touch.Although we knew that looking for someone in such a big city was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but we didn't find it, which made me and Huahua a little frustrated.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the shopping malls were closed, and only one KFC, which was open 24 hours a day, was still brightly lit.

"Let's have a bite of food first, and then look for it after eating." It was obviously cold in the twelfth lunar month, but I was fucking sweating, so I simply unzipped the down jacket and wore it with my arms open.

Huahua glanced at it silently, but said nothing.

It is definitely a delicate experience for two old men to eat KFC face to face in the middle of the night, whether it is for the clerk or for us, but I am really hungry after walking like a long march all afternoon. What does it taste like? Take a sip of Coke and open your mouth again, half of it is gone, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

Huahua is a little more elegant than me, and took five or six mouthfuls.

"Where did this damn kid go? Let me break his legs!"

Huahua lowered her head and thought for a while, then wrote: Actually, it's better to let him calm down.

I glanced at the frost on the window, and said angrily: "I'm afraid it's just cold, I can't calm down."

Huahua was happy, her expression seemed to say: That's right.

To be honest, those initial worries have gradually cooled down with the carpet search. I am more worried about the little madman's emotions than his safety.I have said that life is full of bumps and bumps. Could it be the same situation when an iron spoon hits the edge of a pot and gas leaks all over the room and then you light a cigarette with a lighter?Zhou Cheng is the most sensible person I have ever met. He knows the speed of a matter, what to say, and what to do. It can be said that I have never seen him lose control in so many years , Even the "roll" in the afternoon, I still feel that he restrained himself.If it were me, and I was not facing a little lunatic, I would definitely greet him with a punch without ambiguity.But just one word after such restraint is still extremely lethal.

Or, because the opponent is a little lunatic, the damage is doubled.

"Do you think the two of them have such a quarrel today, can they get along in the future?" The Coke in the winter was filled with ice, and I drank half of the ice water and half of the fire in my heart.So talking about feelings is something young people do, and they are still tossing about when they are old, and they deserve to be troubled.

Huahua quickly answered: As long as Rong Kai can pass, Zhou Cheng will be fine.

I pouted: "You have confidence in him."

Huahua shook her head and typed quickly: He has no heart for Rong Kai, so there is nothing against him.

The familiar conclusion, this time I did not hesitate to ask directly: "How can you be so sure that Zhou Cheng is not interested in little lunatics?"

This time Huahua thought about it carefully before writing: Actually, I'm not too sure.

Depend on!Then you say it as if it is a certainty!

Probably seeing that I was going crazy, Huahua hastily added: Zhou Cheng is not a very good-looking person, so I just rely on my feeling.

I was speechless: "If you feel it, you will be sentenced to life for the little lunatic. If he knows, he can strangle you to death."

Huahua suddenly looked at me with a slightly surprised look.

I was seen feeling uncomfortable: "What's wrong?"

Huahua pushed the phone over, I lowered my head, and saw the words on it clearly: Do you want them to be successful?

suddenly see the light.

How else can I say that Huahua is sharp, and my mind of this one hammer and one stick made him refine the central idea.I was worried about the mood of the little lunatic, and unconsciously complained about Zhou Cheng's ruthlessness, but after much deliberation, how could it be called affectionate?Isn't it just hope that the little lunatic can get some response?In fact, if you think about it, if the two of them really get married, apart from not being able to have children, it may not be a bad thing. Anyway, it’s no surprise that men and men mess with each other. Zhou Cheng himself is that one. As for the little lunatic, I really can’t imagine him. What can I do on a date with a woman, but I have already thought out the opening sentence for him-my dear, I will help you with your salary from next month.

Layers upon layers of phantoms flashed past my eyes. I collected myself and found that it was Huahua who was shaking her phone.

This is Huahua's habit, and I don't know when I developed it, but whenever I talk to him and lose my mind, he will use this method to protest.In fact, I really can’t blame me, chatting, chatting, I have to start chatting, this is my stand-up comic blah blah blah blah, if I don’t pay attention, I think about something, and my attention will be diverted.

Huahua, it's too quiet, even if it's not voluntary.

Sighing in my heart for no reason, I raised my hand to hold the brick-like mobile phone to prevent it from continuing to shake, and then said: "If they can really make it, it's not a bad thing, it's internally digested."

Huahua suddenly stopped moving, maintaining the posture of holding up the phone, looking at me steadily.There seemed to be sparks in his eyes, not big or violent, but quietly lurking in the deepest part of his eyes, beating firmly and persistently.

I suddenly realized that I said something that would easily distract people's thinking, and I patted Huahua's shoulder proudly, smiling like I was his own brother: "Of course, it's also fortunate that Zhou Cheng likes men, otherwise the little lunatic Even if we cry, make trouble and hang ourselves three times, we can't throw normal old men into the fire pit, can we?"

Huahua was stunned for a moment, but she quickly smiled at me, took her phone back and wrote: Yes.

I was a little confused, I couldn't tell whether it was a firm affirmation, yes, that's it, or a soft echo, um, oh.The phone can type words, but not the tone, so I can't tell whether Huahua really agrees with me, or forced a smile, and then I can't decide whether I should feel at ease or feel unbearable.

This fucking is really annoying.

The phone suddenly started to vibrate in the pocket of the down jacket. I took it out to look, and it was a reminder that there was a new message from Zhou Cheng: Rong Kai is back.

I hurriedly dialed back the phone, and the other end quickly connected: "Hello?"

Very good, when Huahua and I were devastated by the ice and snow, Mr. Zhou has completely recovered the calm, breezy, and immortal demeanor of the past.

"Hey your mother!" Then let me be vulgar, "You can't make a phone call, send a text message in case I don't see it, Huahua and I can find the rest of the night!"

The receiver suppressed a smile: "As expected of a real mother."

I took the phone and my soul was blown away.

Retaliation, naked retaliation!This guy is definitely resenting that I feel sorry for the little lunatic during the day and not for him!

"Come back quickly, it's not safe outside at night." Zhou Cheng finally said something human.

"How's the little maniac? Are you all right?" I asked.

"I think it's fine, there are no superficial injuries, I just took two apples from the refrigerator and went back to the house." The answer was so on the phone.

Pushing open the door of KFC, the cold wind blows in my face, I sneezed unconsciously, and instantly felt extremely clear-headed.

Huahua came over to help me zip up the down jacket. The movement was not very smooth, but it was so natural that I didn't even realize it. When I realized something was wrong, she had already raised her hand to stop a taxi.

When I got home, I didn't even bother to change clothes. The first thing I did was to knock on Rong Kai's door: "Little lunatic, have you eaten yet? I brought KFC..."

My original plan was to use lures instead of intimidation, at least I would feel at ease when I saw a man with all beards and tails.Who knew that the little lunatic never gave me a chance to display my talents, and before the word KFC had time to rise to the ceiling let alone wrap around the beams, the door of the compartment had already opened its arms neatly——

"Do you have egg tarts?"

I swallowed my saliva, and asked cautiously: "The yellow peach ones are sold out, is the original one okay?"

The head behind the door grinned, showing a smile brighter than Huang Tao's: "Then you must have bought corn sticks too."

Egg tarts, corn sticks, sundaes, chicken popcorn, fresh vegetable soup... When I took out all the things, I suddenly had the illusion that I was coaxing my son.

The little lunatic is very face-saving, his mouth is stuffed like a frog, and he still praises me inarticulately: "Hongyilu...you are amazing..."

"Eat yours." Don't be distracted by changing people's surnames.

The little lunatic had a good time, devoting himself to the feast.

I don't know if he is really heartless or if he is covering it up too well, anyway, there is no trace of the afternoon's incident on him now.Can people's emotions really be like a wisp of smoke that blows away with the wind?If it were someone else, I wouldn't believe it, but if it's a little lunatic, shit, maybe it's fucking accurate!

The little lunatic finished eating, satisfied, got up and patted his stomach to go back to the house, but suddenly remembered, and asked, "By the way, why did you and Huahua come back so late?"

I want to say that you asked this question much later!But after tossing all afternoon and one night, I really don't have the energy to entangle with him. Besides, if the matter can be turned over like this, why not do it.So I kicked him back to the bedroom: "Go to sleep!"

The little lunatic got the order, and jumped into the room, flustered as usual.

After that, I observed for another two days. Although Zhou Cheng and the little lunatic didn't communicate much, because they hadn't seen much closeness in the past, this kind of state of talking about things and doing their own things was quite normal.What makes me even more gratified is that the attitude of the two of them communicated without any embarrassment. I can understand that Zhou Cheng is not embarrassed. We mortals are different, the self-healing ability belongs to the god level.

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, the Sichuan restaurant officially put up a notice of closing for the Chinese New Year.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, we four old men carried out a comprehensive three-dimensional cleaning of the house.

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Little Crazy and Huahua, who claimed to have dislocated their arms during the cleaning, were entrusted to look after the house, while Zhou Cheng and I went out to buy new year's goods.

This is the first time I've been alone with Zhou Cheng since the two of them had such a fight. After thinking about it, I can't let go of such an opportunity.Although things seem to be in the past now, who knows what will happen in the future?

One advantage of talking to Zhou Cheng is that you don't have to hide it, because no matter how deep you hide, he can still see it at a glance, so it's better to get straight to the point.

"What do you think of the little lunatic?"

"I'm asking you, not asking you to repeat the question."

"Do you think our current state is suitable for talking about this?" Zhou Cheng jokingly weighed the various shopping bags in his hands.

The two of us can’t talk about a chicken in the left hand and a duck in the right hand and a fat baby behind us, it’s almost the same, and we are still on the cold and windy road.

But there is no reason to brake when the conversation starts.

"I asked you to move your mouth, not your arms or legs, what's not appropriate, just a few words, and I didn't ask you to write an article about the little lunatic."

Zhou Cheng smiled: "Don't say it, your title is pretty good."

I rolled my eyes at him: "Can we get straight to the point?"

"Yes," Zhou Cheng stopped practicing Tai Chi, and said directly, "I don't really like or dislike Rong Kai. When we met, I was only a child. After all these years, I still can't grow up. When I was inside He can't understand me and Da Jinzi, so I'm more surprised than you about the current situation."

"What do you mean not liking or hating? After spending so many years with each other day and night, I have some feelings." I don't accept this argument: "Like it or hate it, let me tell you a happy story."

My idea is very simple, if you like it, it will be done, if you hate it, then the partnership will probably be disbanded in the future, no matter which one it is, it is always good to make some advances.

But Zhou Cheng's thoughtful and repeated answer made me tangled up.

"Headache," he said, "I don't like it or hate it, it's just a headache."

I asked, "Then is it possible for the two of you?"

This time Zhou Cheng gave a clean answer: "He is not my type."

The conversation has come to this point, there is nothing to continue, although I feel sorry for the little lunatic, but the emotional matter is reluctant to come, and no one is recruited.On the way back we started talking about other topics, from politics, to economy, to military affairs, to sports. Most of the time, Zhou Cheng talked.

Ring the doorbell.

For a long time, no one came to answer.

Zhou Cheng and I looked at each other in blank dismay, so we had no choice but to put the things on the ground and touch the key to open the door.

When I turned the key, I felt that something was wrong, because if no one was in the house, usually the last person to go out would turn the lock twice to lock it. The door opened with only half a turn, that is to say, the door was simply closed and not locked.

The next bright light pouring from the door confirmed my suspicion that someone was in the room.

And then Zhou Cheng and I stepped into the hallway, and saw a scene that we will never forget in our life—the little lunatic and Huahua kissing.