phantom hand

"Did you tell her?" Li Chuang was quite surprised to hear that Zhao Qingyu asked him to talk to Song Xinyou.

"Forced by the situation," Zhao Qingyu sighed silently, and glanced at the suspicious-looking two people beside him from the corner of his eye, "Not only Song Xinyou, but also that Ai..."

"Bai Gang also knows?"

Zhao Qingyu was stunned: "Bai? I remember the surname is Ai?"

"Idiot steel, or white steel for short." Li Chuang gritted his teeth on the spoon and slammed it down. "I said, it seems that it is such a broken number."

Zhao Qingyu suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for Li Chuang's body to be beaten in the grove.

Looking up at Song Ai and the two, Zhao Qingyu turned the receiver's voice to Yang, and said, "I told them the whole story, but they didn't believe it."

"Normal," Li Chuang's carefree Northeast accent spread out from the speaker with Zhao Qingyu's gentle voice, with a sense of incongruity and dislocation, "that girl is a staunch communist fighter, an absolute atheist, can you believe That's fucking weird."

Before Zhao Qingyu had time to speak, Song Xinyou snatched the phone, and the woman almost yelled against the microphone: "Who are you calling an old woman! Hmm! You don't want to leave the whole body for the stupid, do you?"

Li Chuang didn't expect to get on track with Ms. Song directly. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then felt his scalp go numb: "Damn, Zhao Qingyu, you fucking raised your voice!"

Knowing that Li Chuang couldn't see it, but it didn't affect Zhao Qingyu's calm and light shrugging of his shoulders, and then he half-raised his head to feel the breeze blowing: "Oh, I said it is not good to speak too rough..."

Song Xinyou didn't care about that over there, she was still struggling with that unpleasant title: "The one whose surname is Li, please explain clearly to me!"

Li Chuang frowned Zhao Qingyu's delicate brows into a bitter gourd: "Sister, I have been reduced to the fringes of the motherland, and you don't say words to comfort and send some warmth from the people in my hometown. Take such a cute stupid as a dog hostage? Are you too embarrassed?"

Song Xinyou seemed to be almost venting, so she narrowed her eyes slowly, and said slowly, "I don't even know whether you are real or not." Although the tone and words are very similar, this matter is really too unbelievable. Song Xinyou really couldn't accept it.

It was quiet there for a while, and suddenly said: "Then you can ask me if I can't answer it. What do you think, only I, Li Chuang, can know."

Song Xinyou looked up at "Li Chuang" and Ai Gang, and then looked down at the strange number on the phone. It was a bit messy, but she still asked, "What month is your birthday in the lunar calendar?"

"On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, every household cooks eight-treasure porridge to celebrate my birth."

"Halo, why is your face so big!"

"It's not called face, it's called face."

"Yes, you have always been shameless."

"I said can we continue?"

"Ai Gang has been thinking about how to beat you these two days, do you know why?"

"Tch, didn't you accidentally kick him while playing basketball the day before you went to Beijing?"

"Your family uses their feet to play basketball?"

"Who made him maliciously block it."

"Be jealous of others being stronger than you."

"Pull it down, the young master is [-] times more handsome than him, why should I be jealous of him?"

"What's your dad's name?"

"Justice Li."

"Where's your mother?"

"Uh, Fan Yaru"

"..."

"Hey, what about people, why is there no sound?"

"sorry."

"Damn, I'm so delicate, hurry up to the next question!"

"Don't ask."

"Believe it?"

Song Xinyou frowned. In theory, no matter the speed of the other party's response or the emotion when she asked her mother's name, she didn't seem to be pretending. She should believe it, but when it came to reality, she really couldn't point it out. She struggled with this problem for a long time, but she still muttered subconsciously: "Then maybe the two of you have composed the words in advance..."

"I'm going! Force me!" Li Chuang finally went crazy, "Don't think that you are really 36D by stuffing two sponge pads, we have grown together, how many catties and taels you have, and I still don't..."

Song Xinyou almost threw the phone out, and the first thing she did after she realized it was to turn off the speaker severely.

Ai Gang was listening with great enthusiasm, and subconsciously blurted out: "Hey? Why did you shut it down?"

Song Xinyou turned her head and glared, and the long hair that was swaying with the force of a steel wire, Ai Gang swallowed, swayed left and right to dodge countless knives, and quickly put on a flattering smile: "When I didn't say it, when I Did not say, you two continue, continue."

Still continue to grow!Song Xinyou has the desire to kill someone!

Over there, Li Chuang also had a rare feeling of guilt: "I'm dizzy, you didn't turn off the loudspeaker, I said that it's okay if you don't look like a woman..."

Song Xinyou didn't know if she heard it, anyway, she yelled out her heart into the phone in the next second——

"Li Chuang, your grandma, hurry up and die in a foreign land!"

For a long time after the call ended, Zhao Qingyu and Ai Gang didn't dare to speak, not only did they dare not speak, the two of them didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that the flames of anger from the Invincible King Kong would be overwhelmed for a second.But in their hearts, the two of them had a tacit understanding, and they both tortured and killed the perpetrator who was thousands of miles away a hundred times, a hundred times!

The only difference is that one hits with a whip and the other with a machine gun.

A cloud floated across the sky, covering the sun.Originally, there was still some light shining through the leaves, but now it was pitch black.Song Xinyou's face was hidden in the shadows, making her even more creepy.

Zhao Qingyu had already retreated to Ai Gang's side, and when he retreated again, his back touched the big tree that Ai Gang was holding. Ai Gang couldn't bear it, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said to Song Xinyou with an incomparably noble spirit of dedication: "Actually, 36C is not small, and your shape is also good-looking. You can't beat it with one hand..."

……

That day, the fate of classmate Ai Gang, a word of tragedy is not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of it.Because the scene was too bloody and restricted, so the Buddha said, let's not talk about it.

As for Zhao Qingyu, he fled the scene wisely before he was splashed with blood, and went to the school gate with the little change he had left, and called Li Chuang back in a serious manner.

Li Chuang's bowl of sesame paste in that room had long since run out, and Mr. Li got off the high chair and nestled into the sofa chair next to him, holding the phone in one hand and stroking his belly with the other, just like Garfield: " Hey, it's scary for a woman to go crazy."

Zhao Qingyu huddled in the small compartment of the chat room, and he seemed to be able to smell a musty smell in his nose: "If I were Song Xinyou, I would have broken up with you long ago."

"Ah, then you hurry up and ask her to break up with me, okay, I have been tortured by this woman for almost 20 years, who knows the pain in my heart." Li Chuang yawned, forced out two tears .

Zhao Qingyu couldn't see it, but he could tell from the other party's voice that he was fooling around.A few black lines slid down from Zhao Qingyu's forehead, and Li Chuang's impression on him was completely reduced from tall and small at the beginning, and he couldn't understand how he could think that this person was not bad back then.

"Forget it, I said those useless things," Zhao Qingyu sighed, "Let's talk about serious things."

Li Chuang was playing with blowing on the glasses with the glasses he took off. After hearing this, he rarely became serious: "Well, I have wanted to chat with you for a long time. Oh yes, why can't you connect to your mobile phone? Why do you call me from a public phone? The mobile phone is in arrears?"

Zhao Qingyu frowned and looked at the tangled phone line, and said slowly: "Correct, the one you have been unable to get through is not my mobile phone, but your mobile phone."

"Haha, what logical relationship are you breaking with me at this time?" Li Chuang was puzzled, "Okay, my mobile phone is ready."

"Well, your phone," Zhao Qingyu nodded, before he began to explain further, "I lost it."

"Oh..." Li Chuang sat up from the sofa, and then quickly widened his eyes, "What did you just say?!"

Zhao Qingyu recalled calmly: "It disappeared after getting off the train last night. It must have been stolen by a thief."

Li Chuang gritted his teeth: "Why don't you throw yourself away together!"

Zhao Qingyu frowned slightly, and commented objectively: "That phone is worthless."

"Emotion, do you understand emotion?" Li Chuang was very sad.His little Nuo has been with him for four years, thinking that when he fell into the dumpling pot, he survived with his tenacious will and quality, why did he die as soon as he met Zhao Qingyu, "You are definitely revenge, absolute."

Zhao Qingyu thought it was funny: "Why should I retaliate against you?"

Li Chuang counted with his fingers: "I take a soft seat on the plane and you take a foam in the train to make do with it. I blow the air-conditioning in the subway and you get beaten by Baigang. I sleep soundly on the Simmons. You must be on my hard seat." Tossing and turning on the plank bed can't sleep..."

"In the morning, the water floods Jinshan and the stench is stinky, but you drink sesame paste over there." Zhao Qingyu helped him make it up. It's good, now he doesn't feel guilty about losing someone's mobile phone at all.

Li Chuang curled his lips: "Don't make it look like I'm just taking advantage, why don't you say you're gay, and you're a fucking old man, that's a hooligan, I..." Halfway through the sentence, Li Chuang Suddenly stopped.Waking up in the morning, the scene of him and Han Mukun touching each other just jumped into his head like this. Apart from being disgusted, he still felt a little guilty for some reason.Anyway, he felt that Zhao Qingyu would definitely not like to hear such a paragraph.

"Have you met Han Mukun?" Zhao Qingyu was quite surprised.

Li Chuang scratched his head, feeling awkward how to describe this matter: "Damn, I saw a man sitting on the sofa as soon as I opened your door. I thought the keys in your community are common. You didn't give me a vaccination in advance." , if I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have revealed my secrets!"

Zhao Qingyu couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, Han Mukun hadn't looked for him for a few days, why did Li Chuang run into him on the first day of Soul Traveling?But he felt that Li Chuang's worry was a bit unnecessary: ​​"Don't worry, that person won't find out."

Li Chuang disagreed: "A heartless woman like Song Xinyou can find out, but your man can't detect it?" When he said the word "man", Li Chuang almost bit his tongue.He felt that he still had to strengthen his training, and his ability to accept new things was too weak.

"He's different from Song Xinyou." Zhao Qingyu lowered his eyes faintly, the telephone wires had been tangled up for some time, and the insulating sheath was dusty, and the original color could not be seen.

"What's the difference?" Li Chuang thought for a while before sighing, "We're both our closest friends."

Zhao Qingyu didn't speak, but just twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly. Han Mukun was his closest friend, but he was just one of the other's many close friends, or not close at all, so he let Li Chuang 100% Don't worry, this man doesn't want to be Sherlock Holmes at all in himself. Even if he has, I'm afraid the clues he has are not enough to help him solve the case.

Li Chuang seemed to have realized something from Zhao Qingyu's silence, and said a little annoyed, "Well, I don't understand you, anyway, this person is your partner, right?"

Zhao Qingyu knew that the object was her boyfriend, thought for a while, and forced a "hmm".

"In that case," Li Chuang thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Why don't I tell him the truth too, so as to save myself the trouble of having to pay every day."

"..."

Li Chuang frowned: "Can't you say it?"

Zhao Qingyu shrugged, and finally said: "It's not that you can't tell, but he won't believe you if you tell me."

Li Chuang blew upwards, fanning the bangs flying.Han Mukun didn't believe it or not, anyway, he didn't believe Zhao Qingyu.But this is not a big deal, so let's end it first.

Next, Zhao Qingyu and Li Chuang explained their respective situations in an all-round and three-dimensional manner, mainly about the problems that may be encountered at present, such as roommates in college-age classes and interpersonal relationships, etc., and of course, Li Chuang's bank Card PIN.

When Zhao Qingyu heard that the other party had only [-] yuan left in his card, Zhao Qingyu lost the strength to be speechless, and Li Chuang comforted him, saying that the money spent this month was a bit too much, and if he stayed for a few more days until the end of the month, the old man would remit The cost of living came over, allowing him to sustain the darkness before dawn.

Zhao Qingyu felt that he didn't have the willpower, so he decisively asked Li Chuang to call [-] from his card, not to mention the quality of life, at least let him buy a new mobile phone.

The wire transfer used by Li Chuang arrived in the account within 5 minutes.Zhao Qingyu first went to the nearest mobile business office to refill a card, and then went to Gome next door to buy a new mid-to-low-end Nokia for more than 1000.Zhao Qingyu didn't think much about it, he just thought that if the two of them switched back one day, at least Li Chuang wouldn't find it difficult to use the phone.

The first thing I did when I got a new phone was still to call Li Chuang.Zhao Qingyu felt that he should set up a fixed-point long-distance dialing business, otherwise, according to the way he and Li Chuang played, the phone bill for a month would not be enough.

"It's fast enough, so it's time to change?"

"Well, I'm going to school now. By the way, please send me a copy of your schedule. I see that there are several computers in your dormitory. Do you have yours in it?"

"Must have, young master's quality of life..."

"Li Chuang."

"Ok?"

"If you say [-]% less in a day, you can make a huge contribution to the reduction of greenhouse gas emissions for all mankind."

"……Depend on!"

Zhao Qingyu couldn't keep his eyes open under the midday sun, so he could squint and smile all the time.

Before hanging up the phone, Li Chuang suddenly remembered: "By the way, why do you want my schedule?"

Zhao Qingyu sighed: "If the two of us still haven't exchanged back at the beginning of the semester, I will help you with the class. You give me the class, and I can go to the library to borrow books and preview in advance."

Li Chuang felt strange in his heart, and he didn't know that nerve was touched. He looked down at the handsome sneakers on his feet, and he muttered angrily: "I said, you really want to help me go to class. Don't blame me I didn't remind you beforehand that those courses of mine can torture normal people and make them abnormal, so you should be mentally prepared."

"I'm not normal in the first place," Zhao Qingyu and Li Chuang joked, "Perhaps this kind of torture turned out to be just right."

Li Chuang rolled his eyes at the ceiling of the dessert shop: "Pull it down."

The smile faded away, and Zhao Qingyu said seriously, "This is your life, and I have no right to destroy it."

After finishing the call, Li Chuang sat in the dessert shop in a daze. The waiters had a good attitude and no one came to disturb him.During this period, he repeatedly read the messages sent by Shao Xiaodong several times, and now he knows that this is the soft fat man who is easy to bully, and the main idea of ​​the text message is that he will go to the laboratory to observe the results this afternoon and write an experimental report .

The text message was sent at nine o'clock. Before that, Li Chuang didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​going there.

Three or ten minutes later, Li Chuang got up to check out from the dessert shop, and got into the bus to the subway station under the scorching sun.

Well, this Zhao Qingyu's life, whether he likes it or not is his mother's responsibility.