best day

It's not difficult to please a person, but it's even easier to please a person with a child's heart.

It's just that Zheng Luolai sometimes wonders, why does he have to have something to do with Dewey?

Because a boring life needs embellishment?Because Dewey's family is profitable?Or is it because of a rebellious mentality towards the bossy Chen Lu?

Either way, it's boring enough.

He had reflections, but he didn't choose to rein in the precipice, because he felt that no matter how good a game was played, he could pass it with a smile.

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Beijing in winter seems to be covered with a layer of crystal clear frost, and even the air looks paler than usual.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the corner of Houhai was quiet, only occasionally a few whispering tourists passed by.

This atmosphere is very suitable for reading and even more suitable for taking a nap.

Dewey was lying on the table by the window of the bar, the more he looked at the equation in front of him, the more blurred, his eyes blinked and blinked, and they were about to close slowly.

Zheng Luolai, who suddenly looked up from the notes, saw this scene and couldn't help kicking him: "Hey, you said that you are going to come out for self-study because of the noise at home, so you are going to sleep here?"

Dewey was taken aback, shook his head violently and complained: "You don't know how noisy those relatives are. I didn't sleep until three o'clock yesterday. Do you think I'm a superman?"

Zheng Luolai's parents divorced a long time ago and went their separate ways. The person I see the most is the grandfather who controls the family power in Beijing, so I never know what the family atmosphere is. On the tender case opened in the computer.

Dewey calculated a few questions boringly, and suddenly threw down his pen in a loud voice: "I don't even know how to do it, I won't do it!"

Zheng Luolai sighed while holding his forehead, and said softly, "Come here."

Dewey hurriedly took the exercise book and sat next to him.

Zheng Luolai no longer felt that it was sci-fi to popularize cultural knowledge to others. He resignedly picked up a brush and drew a number line, and said clearly: "You first draw the picture according to the topic, so that the thinking will be clearer..."

But the voice fell, and the owner of the bar heard an exclamation.

When they looked sideways, it turned out to be a child playing on the ice, and the ice cracked and fell down.

Before everyone could speak, Dewey stood up suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, rushed to the water's edge with big strides, bent down to the ice without hesitation, and disappeared along the ice hole.

Zheng Luolai, who followed behind, turned pale with shock: "Dewey! Dewey!"

The weather is very cold now, and the temperature in the water is probably extremely low. He doesn't want to take this guy out for a sit and kill him.

At this time, the child's mother had already come out of the shop on the side of the road, uncontrollably crawled onto the ice and cried loudly.

Obviously less than 1 minute, but to Zheng Luolai, it seemed as long as a century.

Surprised, angry, anxious, dumbfounded... all kinds of emotions were too late to deal with, so he decided to go down and fish out the fool.

But before he could move, the water exposed in the ice hole rippled.

Almost instantly, the child was seen again with Dewey in his arms.

Biting icy water dripped down his hair.

When someone picked up the child, Dewey screamed: "I'm freezing to death, what are you doing, why did you come here to play!"

While apologizing, the child's mother joined forces with Zheng Luolai to lift him up.

At this time, the ice surface cracked a few more terrifying gaps.

Zheng Luolai ignored the comments and thanks with a gloomy face, took off Dewey's drenched coat, put on his own, and then dragged the trembling him away.

-

The air conditioner is turned on to the highest temperature, hot bath, quilt, ginger tea.

All the messy methods were used, and the courageous young man quickly regained his vitality.

Dewey's body was really good, and he lay down on the bed and played the game console not long after.

Zheng Luolai, who had changed out of his wet clothes, walked in and found this scene, and snatched his PSP away, frowning, and asked, "Are you really in need? What are you doing down there? Are you a policeman?"

Dewey said confidently: "Nonsense, how can you refuse to save yourself?"

Never thought that he would have such an inexplicable sense of justice, Zheng Luolai said with a headache: "If you don't save him, someone else will save you, don't you think about what will happen if you drown?"

Dewey sat up and yawned: "If you die, give me a battle recovery and revive me with full blood."

Zheng Luolai punched him as soon as he finished speaking.

Dewey held his head and wanted to talk nonsense, but he sneezed involuntarily. He immediately said with a bitter face, "I'm going to catch a cold, and I'm going to go crazy if my mother finds out."

Zheng Luolai glanced at him: "I just called your mother and asked you to stay with me for two days. Didn't you say that there are so many relatives that you can't study, and she agreed."

"Ah, really?!" Dewey jumped up, put his arms around his shoulders and shouted, "You are so awesome, let's have sex!"

Zheng Luolai was amused to hear him keep saying that Mr. Ye is fond of dragons, so he nodded and said, "Okay, what do you want to do? Up or down?"

Dewey gradually realized that he was more disgusting than Chen Lu, so he withdrew his hand and said, "No, no, I want to eat."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Luolai kissed his lips without hesitation, not like the last time he tasted it lightly, but sucked and bit heavily, rubbing slowly, blocking his breath domineeringly, pushing him to the ground. To the point of flushing.

The miserable Dewey has only kissed soft and sweet girls, but he has never seen such a scene before, his hands and feet trembled in fright, until he felt his clothes being lifted up sensationally, then he went crazy and kicked him very viciously. foot.

Fortunately, Zheng Luolai knew this would happen a long time ago, so he dodged it lightly, let go of Dewey and stood by the bed, staring at him silently.

Dewey was so angry that his face was distorted. He wiped his mouth in embarrassment and wanted to curse, but no words came out of his paralyzed brain.

-

"Hey, the takeaway is here, aren't you hungry?"

An hour later, Zheng Hooligan knocked on the bedroom door, leaned against the door and said.

But Dewey, who was really upset, kept lying under the quilt, motionless, as if he was asleep.

Zheng Luolai said again: "Don't you want to eat it? I ordered pizza, steak, and puff pastry soup. Then I will throw it away after I finish eating."

Dewey couldn't help turning over.

Zheng Luolai made a gesture to close the door: "Then sleep well."

Dewey, whose stomach was growling, finally lost his appetite. He got up suddenly and walked in front of him, pulling his face and saying, "Eat."

Zheng Luolai made a gesture of please.

Dewey said quietly: "If you kiss me again, we will break up."

Zheng Luolai generously agreed: "Okay, I was wrong, I will stop making such jokes."

Only then did Dewey calm down. He ran to the restaurant, picked up a slice of pizza and stuffed it into his mouth, but after taking two bites, he put it down again with a blue face.

Zheng Luolai, who was looking for a beer for himself, turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Dewey clutched his stomach and said, "I don't want to eat it, it's so greasy and disgusting."

He looked really weak, probably froze, and his stomach also felt uncomfortable.

Zheng Luolai hadn't taken care of anyone before, so she thought about it with some annoyance: "Then what should I do, I'll call a doctor? It won't happen, right?"

Dewey looked at him: "I want to drink porridge."

Zheng Luolai reached for the phone.

Dewey still looked at him: "I want to drink something cooked at home."

Zheng Luolai was in a dilemma: "I don't know how to cook."

Dewey suddenly collapsed on the dining table, like a dead fish.

After all, he was a few years older than him, and he was bullied enough just now, Zheng Luolai felt his conscience and said, "Okay, okay, I'll try."

After talking, he went to find the kitchen utensils he had never used, dug out some leftover rice from his ex-girlfriend, and boiled it with water according to the recipe.

The usually deserted kitchen soon became hot, and against the bright night view of Beijing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it seemed very warm.

Zheng Luolai lit up a cigarette while waiting, and suddenly realized that he was very relaxed recently.

The kind of ease that doesn't require any acting.

Maybe, probably, it's not a bad day to actually have a friend.