best day

When the fire encounters pure oxygen, it will burn very violently, consume the air very quickly, and then go out decisively in a very short time.

This is a physical phenomenon, but also an emotional phenomenon.

The passion bursts out too fast, the imagination appears too pure, and the perfect happiness cannot be delayed for too long.

But it's also good to be intoxicated for a while, or to hold on to the moment.

What can make people remember for a lifetime is always just the sporadic fragments.

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"oops."

Dewey looked at the BMW scratched by the iron door and smiled awkwardly.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zheng Luolai squinted at him and said, "Do you think this is playing a game? If you break it, you can start over again. What are you looking at?"

Dewey, who was a complete novice, said dejectedly: "No, I'd better go to the driving school."

Zheng Luolai said: "It's okay, anyway, the insurance company has to come."

"Who cares about your car? I'm afraid of hitting someone." Dewey hummed.

Zheng Luolai raised his eyebrows: "There are a few people in the community, and if you bump into him, you will say that your father is Du Qisheng."

Dewey Black Line.

Zheng Luolai clasped his hands and said, "Let's go, I'll help you solve the problem."

"I care about the safety of people's lives, not the solution!!" Dewey was anxious.

Zheng Luolai smiled: "Yo, you are so kind, I reward you."

After speaking, she suddenly kissed him on the face.

Dewey wiped his face on purpose and said, "What kind of reward is this, it's punishment."

Zheng Luolai would not be teased by him, but said lightly: "If you can't do it in a week, I will definitely punish you well."

Now that Dewey has a very deep understanding of this guy's hooliganism, he immediately showed embarrassment, sat a little closer to the door, and stepped on the accelerator carefully to go out.

-

If people are suddenly caught up in emotions, it is easy to do irrational things.

For example, Mr. Ermeng hasn't been home for two or three days.

It doesn't mean to play with this one, or to party with that one.

In fact, of course, he always hangs out with Zheng Luolai.

The two of them practiced driving for a long time in a very idle time, and then they found a restaurant to eat and drink.

When Dewey was holding the chopsticks, Zheng Luolai suddenly poured cold water on him and said, "Hurry up and go back tomorrow."

"...Uh." Dewey showed a dull look of chasing me away.

Zheng Luolai held his characteristic disapproval: "I have to go back to the company to work, besides, your parents will definitely look for you."

Dewey didn't understand anything: "Isn't it up to you whether you can get in that class or not?"

Zheng Luolai just asked back: "Do you think it's really that easy to gain a foothold in Beijing?"

Dewey was confused.

Zheng Luolai smiled: "I am doing it for our own good."

Dewey whispered: "Then when will you come to me again?"

Zheng Luolai curled the corners of his mouth viciously: "I don't want to part with me so much, will it be difficult to sleep alone?"

"Fuck, are you disgusting, I don't miss you." Dewey immediately yelled, "Go to hell."

Zheng Luolai reached out and stroked his short hair, which was always untidy: "Stay honest for the summer vacation, and I will move near your school when school starts, okay?"

Dewey nodded and continued to eat curry.

Zheng Luolai stared at him for a while, and finally asked: "Can't you tell your family, including your brother, about our relationship?"

Dewey didn't have many eyes, but he was also afraid of trouble, so he said, "I know, I know, it's so long-winded."

Zheng Luolai sighed helplessly, and bent the chopsticks in his hand, but he didn't have much appetite.

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How to really treat others well, how to really make others happy?

Even the hooligans who hang around the flowers all year round seem a little confused about this kind of problem.

Dewey doesn't really need to give gifts and see the world.

The two had very similar quality of life and comparable family backgrounds.

Sweet talk, greasy crooked.

It's okay for girls, like Ermeng's bluffing, only complaining.

Considerate, attentive, take good care of.

What Zheng Luolai, who is used to doing casually, is not so easy to do.

——How sad, finally, I seriously want to hold someone in the palm of my hand, only to find that I am so vulgar and powerless.

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Silent night.

Zheng Luolai put his arms around Dewey and asked on the bed: "Do you want anything?"

Dewey was tired, and replied vaguely: "I want you to shut up..."

Zheng Luolai pinched his nose: "Where do you want to go?"

Dewey groaned: "I'm tired from playing, so I won't go."

Zheng Luolai concluded.

Ermeng, who couldn't breathe, struggled: "Let go! Bastard!"

As she said that, she pushed him away and rolled to the edge of the bed, huddled into a ball.

Zheng Luolai hugged him back unwillingly, bit Dewey's ear and whispered, "Can't you give me some sense of accomplishment?"

Dewey opened his eyes with difficulty: "What the hell?"

Zheng Luolai felt desperate for a moment.

Dewey squinted for two seconds, turned over and hugged him again, laughed twice, and then fell asleep more and more deeply.

The moonlight outside the window is as calm as water.

Ermeng's faint breath fainted on his chest, looking so warm and stable.

Zheng Luolai's heart beat so hard that he couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

Dewey, Dewey, why do you want to make him smaller and tie him up so that he can be taken wherever he goes.

It's so fun and so cute.

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"Brother, you are back!"

As soon as Du Yi came in after get off work, he saw Dewey who hadn't shown up for a few days, happily sitting on the sofa and greeting him.

With a happy smile, the tiredness of the whole day is swept away.

But the responsible brother still couldn't help asking: "You've been playing too crazy recently, you're out of tune."

Dewey patted his head: "It's rare that all my classmates and friends are back..."

Du Yi didn't think too much, and didn't bother to argue with him: "Wash your hands and eat."

Dewey blinked: "My mother is not here, so I have nothing to eat."

Du Yi, who had just put on his slippers, was stunned: "Then go out to eat? I'm too lazy to do it."

Just as he was talking, the doorbell rang strangely.

It turned out to be Jiang Yushang.

The girl still has an outstanding temperament, with a light smile: "Aunt Bai said that I will cook for you. I'm sorry, I'm late."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Du Yi's cold eyes, he went straight to the kitchen.