best day

Dewey's senior year in high school was still almost idle as before, but most of his familiar friends had left, making him feel a little lonely and boring.

It was evening self-study, so he happily ran back to the dormitory to play games, not thinking that he should work hard for the college entrance examination half a year later.

While having fun, a boy suddenly came in and asked, "Hey, I asked if he still wanted Chen Lu's things, and the dormitory supervisor came to urge him again."

The young master left before the summer vacation and never came back, nor did he care whether his expensive belongings were covered with dust.

Dewey didn't even lift his head: "Yes, yes."

The boy was helpless: "If you don't accept it this week, the teacher will deal with it."

Dewey responded impatiently: "I see, I will tell him."

The boy had to leave.

After the noisy sound in the corridor outside gradually quieted down, and most of the students fell asleep, Dewey passed the checkpoint at hand, went to the bathroom with his mobile phone, brushed his teeth, and sent a text message to Chen Lu: "What are you doing?"

Chen Lu replied half a minute later: "Are you busy, do you need training?"

Dewey sent: "Get out, people ask you if you want anything from the dormitory, and if you don't want it, just throw it away."

Chen Lu said: "Yes, you take it to your house first."

Dewey sweated: "——|||Brother, you have so many inappropriate things, do you really want my mother to clean them up for you?"

Chen Lu may indeed have a job. After Dewey had washed his face, he sent a text message: "Then I will ask Zheng Luolai to take it for me. I will not be in Beijing this month."

Dewey was about to go back to sleep with a feeling of getting it done, when his cell phone rang suddenly.

It turned out to be my brother.

He picked it up and said strangely: "It's already twelve o'clock and you still don't sleep, why are the soldiers so undisciplined now!"

Du Yi must have been calling secretly, his voice was very low, and he asked with a gentle smile, "Recently, I've been busy training recruits, so I haven't been able to take care of you. How are you doing?"

Dewey hummed: "I'm still doing it, I really don't want to study."

Du Yi, who always doted on his younger brother, not only did not persuade him, but instead said: "It's as long as you are happy, and you don't have to worry about going to college."

Dewey complained distressedly: "But Dad said he didn't care, if I didn't pass the exam, he would let me become a vagrant."

Du Yi smiled: "He doesn't care, isn't there me?"

Dewey got excited all of a sudden: "Ah! Brother, what can you do, I want to be a reporter, I want to learn this."

Just as Du Yi was about to answer, a voice came from the other side of the phone, and he answered hastily: "Leave it to me, you should rest early and have a good meal."

Dewey knew it was his comrade-in-arms, so he deliberately started to be obscene: "Please kiss me good night!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Du Yi said: "Okay, good night."

Then the call ended.

Dewey just felt that the joke didn't work out, and he didn't take it to heart. He wiped his face and went to bed.

He never thought about what his brother's expression was on the other end of the phone.

He better never know.

-

"You're so young, I haven't seen her in almost half my life."

Zheng Luolai really drove to Yali Middle School on Friday evening, and went to the dormitory to help Chen Lu pack his luggage.

Dewey squatted in front of the box and stuffed things indiscriminately, and answered with a cheap mouth: "Yes, I think you are old and scum."

Zheng Luolai wasn't angry, and leaned against the door leisurely and lit a cigarette: "I haven't lived in the school seriously, but I've always been curious about a question."

Dewey looked up: "What?"

Zheng Luolai curled his mouth: "You two share a room, what if there are personal problems to solve sometimes?"

Dewey didn't understand: "Personal problem?"

Zheng Luolai smiled maliciously.

Dewey suddenly understood, and deliberately said: "Let's help each other."

Zheng Luolai smiled more clearly: "Then are you two coming together, or three, or four? Do you and Chen Lu also help each other?"

"I can't stand you, so I won't talk anymore." Dewey stood up abruptly, put the box in front of him and said, "Okay, take it away."

Zheng Luolai was also bored. Seeing that this guy was quite funny, he said abruptly, "Is there no class today? Treat you to dinner."

Dewey refused: "No, it must not be a good place, besides, my mother made dumplings for me today."

Zheng Luolai said again: "Then I also want to eat dumplings."

Although he was tricked once before, but in line with the important principle of "Chen Lu's friends are his friends", Dewey still said generously: "Okay, go to my house."

-

What we pay attention to in the social field is politeness, kindness, and taking care of other people's emotions.

Zheng Luolai has been working for two years and has already perfected this skill.

To Dewey's mother, not only did not have the usual hooliganism, but she was also gentle and decent, talking and laughing happily, and spared no effort in her praise, which made Bai Xia extremely happy. Vegetables."

Dewey's mouth was full of food, and he said vaguely: "He has grown hands himself, and he has hair."

Bai Xia slapped him abruptly, and asked with a smile, "Did Luo Lai come back from graduating from the United States?"

Zheng Luolai nodded: "Well, I'm an undergraduate and graduate student at New York University."

"Look at him, look at him!" Bai Xia patted Dewey again, and seized the opportunity to criticize her son: "You don't want to make progress, and you still play besides playing."

Zheng Luolai smiled: "Children are playful, so it will be fine in the future."

Dewey couldn't help but said: "You are still a child, do you feel disgusted when you speak evil..."

Before the voice fell, seeing his mother glaring at him, he had no choice but to shrink his neck and say: "I was wrong, I shut up."

Bai Xia cleared her throat, and asked sincerely: "Don't play with him all the time, teach him well, teach him about English and so on, his father is busy with work, and his brother is also in the army at home, he is going crazy No one cares."

Zheng Luolai especially loved seeing Dewey's painful expression, and said with a sneer, "No problem, I can come and give him extra lessons when I don't have a job."

When Dewey heard his mother's joyous laughter, his stomach became entangled, and he revealed viciously in a low voice: "Mom, he has a bad life style and will bring me down."

Bai Xia who was eating almost fainted, she stretched out her hand and grabbed his ear: "What nonsense are you talking about, just you, just you!"

Poor Dewey choked the dumpling into his trachea in excitement, coughing and crying.

Zheng Luolai hadn't seen such a wonderful scene for a long time, he couldn't laugh if he wanted to, he was almost going crazy.

-

"Damn, you must have done it on purpose, never come to my house again, never come again!"

When Baixia went to watch TV, Dewey immediately pulled the gangster Zheng closer to the bedroom and yelled like this.

Zheng Luolai couldn't be happier, leaned against his desk and flipped through the textbook and said, "I'm serious, I can teach you English."

Dewey almost jumped up on the spot: "You don't need to teach me, I will!"

Zheng Luolai stared at him for a while, then suddenly stood in front of him and said softly: "Baby, Willyousleepwithme?"

Dewey didn't respond: "Huh?"

Zheng Luolai lowered her dark eyes and looked directly at him: "Myfella's pretty good, you know."

Dewey felt a little nervous: "What are you talking about?"

Zheng Luolai smiled: "Letmeshoveitin..."

"In what in, tell me what you are talking about." The ignorant Dewey was completely frustrated.

Zheng Luolai had had enough, and returned to a normal expression: "It's nothing."

Dewey was angry: "If you don't tell me, I'll ask for directions."

Zheng Luolai didn't care: "You ask, can you repeat it?"

"..."