phantom hand

Except for the old man, everyone was shocked by Brother Chuang's debut.Needless to say, Zhao Qingyu's parents, from the beginning to the end, Zhao's mother never stopped pinching her husband's hand, asking over and over again, is this our son?As for those aunts and uncles who wanted to see a joke, they all petrified after Brother Chuang threw himself into the old man's arms.

The only happy person is probably Mr. Zhao who met his grandson.The old man grabbed Li Chuang's hand and didn't let go. He tossed and talked about forgetting grandpa as soon as he went to school.Li Chuangte smiled obediently and listened with rare patience.He knew that the old man always liked to repeat a sentence when he was old, and so did his grandma, and all he had to do was to listen attentively and carefully, whether it was the first time or the hundredth time.

The dishes were served on the table in such a warm and harmonious atmosphere, and after the birthday candles were blown out in a formal manner, the table began.

Zhao Qingyu's cousins ​​were all working, and some even got married, so this time they came here not very neatly, but for those few, they just exchanged simple greetings with Li Chuang, and then ignored them.As for Zhao Qingyu's parents, they seem to have endless conversations with their relatives. They talk about business experience and investment theory for a while, as if deliberately ignoring that there is a son like Zhao Qingyu at the dinner table, or subconsciously trying to prevent others from noticing themselves son.

Li Chuang had no objection to this kind of treatment at all, and just concentrated on eating hard.

Compared with the north, the dishes in the south are very light. Except for a few Sichuan dishes, there is almost no trace of soy sauce.There are also a lot of things that Li Chuang ate for a long time and didn't understand what they were. Later, he secretly asked the waiter who served the food, and found out, oh, this one is a lily, that one is called a horseshoe, what, that green one is called sauerkraut?Oubai cake...

It's a pity that even though he was so low-key, it couldn't cover up Brother Chuang's charming light. He only heard the fourth aunt talking about some topic, and suddenly said, when will Qingyu bring his girlfriend to show everyone.

The eyes of the whole table were focused on the protagonist in an instant, and Dad Zhao's face turned black into soot.

Unexpectedly, brother Chuang was eating hard, and his mind was not here at all, so he replied casually, then you have to wait, there are too many girls, and I am too picky.

In a word, the uncles and aunts who were waiting to see the good show dropped their jaws successfully, and the parents of the Zhao family wept with joy. The only one who was safe was Mr. Zhao who was kept in the dark. This is my grandson, pick slowly, don't rush, grandpa is tough, he can afford to wait for his great-grandson.

Only then did Li Chuang realize what he had said. Looking at the old man's bright smiling face, he felt inexplicably sorry for Zhao Qingyu.

A meal didn't come to an end until after three o'clock in the afternoon.The old man followed the uncle's car and left, and the second uncle, three aunts, and fourth aunts also returned in a file, and Zhao Qingyu's father, who was in charge of paying the bill, was left.Li Chuang didn't dare to slip away first, and obediently waited for "father" to finish paying the bill before leaving the hotel together.

"Go back to school directly?" Father Zhao said the first sentence since we met.

Li Chuang nodded. He has an experimental class at night, so he has to go back before six o'clock to continue the battle with alcohol lamps, test tubes, burettes, pipettes, beakers, asbestos nets, iron stands, evaporators, condensers, etc. round.

Look, he is considered an introduction to chemistry now, and he has a good grasp of the names of the instruments.

Father Zhao didn't say anything else, when Zhao's mother drove over in a black Buick and motioned for the father and son to get in the car.Only then did Li Chuang understand that it's no wonder that Zhao's mother didn't drink a drop of wine during the meal.So as a "son", Li Chuang took a ride with peace of mind.

Continuing to be silent along the way, Li Chuang would occasionally peek at "Dad" sitting in the co-pilot in the car mirror, but he was keenly captured by the other party ten times and nine times, so he had to look away awkwardly, and every time, the other party He would snort coldly and not feel tired.

In this way, he finally made it to the gate of the passenger station. Li Chuang saw that they didn't intend to get out of the car and continue to give him a ride, so he got out of the car consciously, and then held the window of the car to tell Mr. Zhao sincerely before the car drove away. Confession: "I've been planning this all the way, not to mention I'm really nervous. When I was eating, I just said that to coax the old man... Uh, the one who coaxed grandpa to be happy has no other meaning."

When the cat stooped into the bus station, Li Chuang could still hear Mr. Zhao's angry roar.

So after getting in the car, Li Chuang sent a text message to Zhao Qingyu immediately - the task was completed and everything went well.Also, your father is in good health.

The car bumped on the road for a while before Li Chuang heaved a sigh of relief as if realizing that the drama was over.It's not that I feel tired, but a little unsteady.It should be said that this feeling existed when he came to this strange body, strange place, or even a strange fate, but it usually didn’t show up, and was perfectly covered by various new things or emergencies that were overwhelming. It only pops up occasionally at such a moment of idleness, which makes people have a moment of trance.

It's like the rejection reaction of organ transplant recipients.

The small TV in front of the car was playing Feng Xiaogang's "If You Are the One". After a few minutes, Feng Yuanzheng was tormenting Ge You with a good feeling about himself.Li Chuang didn't feel much when watching this piece before, just like an ordinary audience, haha ​​passed.But looking at it now, the taste is a bit subtle.

Feng Xiaogang definitely didn't mean to discriminate against homosexuals, at most it was a little bit of ridicule, but now Li Chuang thinks it's not accurate to regard mother as a gay characteristic, at least from the two people he knows, it doesn't reflect it.Zhao Qingyu is so delicate that he is almost good-looking, but he realizes that now, if there is no such thing as Han Mukun, he would just treat him as a quiet boy with a relatively withdrawn personality. As for Han Mukun, damn it, he really didn't see that bastard How is the egg different from ordinary old men?If there is, it can only be said to be more wretched.

There was a depression on the road, the driver didn't notice it, and the tires passed over it quickly. As a result, all the people in the car were thrown up by [-] centimeters. The emergency lights came up close.

Li Chuang belongs to this category.

The new hairstyle made the surface of the head lack the protection of the past, and after a while, a big bump appeared.

Li Chuang grinned his teeth in pain, this is called hate.It's not that he hates the driver, it's that he hates Zhao Qingyu. What does it mean that your teeth will get stuck in cold water?Let's just talk about Zhao Qingyu's bad luck.

Rejection, intensified.

The phone vibrated untimely, and even the whole bag vibrated. Li Chuang rubbed his head and reached out to touch it.Li Chuang didn't have the habit of backpacking, but Zhao Qingyu seemed to have it. Several canvas bags with similar styles seemed to be tailor-made for his rigid school uniform.Li Chuang didn't want to carry it at first, but later found that Zhao Qingyu's clothes didn't have any pockets, and there was no place to put keys, wallets and mobile phones.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Nine out of ten phone calls from Han Mukun were not nutritious, and the remaining one was extremely not nutritious, so Li Chuang never treated him politely.

"What are you doing?" Han Mukun is also used to Li Chuang's attitude. It should be said that he quite likes this kind of attitude, which is wild enough and interesting.

"Take the car, go home today for Zhao... for my grandfather's birthday, and I'm heading back." Li Chuang crumpled up the curtains and used them to cushion his head against the window.

"Oh," Han Mukun pondered for a moment, then asked suddenly, "Where is your home?"

Li Chuang black line: "You have been with me for a year now, are you embarrassed to ask this question?"

Han Mukunle: "Is there anything I can't ask, and you haven't told me, what's the matter, I can still guess out of thin air?"

Han Mukun's rising sound was so piercing, Li Chuang squinted his eyes, and said for a long time: "Your virtue is really annoying."

Han Mukun didn't speak, and after a while, he said in a cold voice: "Little thing, I gave you face, right?"

In Han Mukun's place, you can make trouble, play tricks, and make troubles, but there is a certain limit. After this limit, you don't know the depth, and Han Mukun despises such people the most in his life.

It's a pity that Li Chuang is neither deep nor shallow.

And it's the kind of master who insists on fighting against you when you get tougher.

"I don't need you to give it. I'm rich with that thing. Also, if you have something to say, don't waste my phone bill if you have nothing to do. Do you understand?"

Han Mukun's answer was that he dropped the phone.

Li Chuang twitched the corners of his mouth with a sneer, not feeling anything wrong at all.He is upset now, very upset, then you have to hit the gun at this time, and no one will do anything.

What's more, the surname Han is not a good bird.

At first, Li Chuang thought that gays are like this when they are in love, and they just ran to the bed without saying anything, and it was OK when they were comfortable.As a result, after one Baidu, it was not the case at all.Gay love, although more passionate, still has a common spiritual level, that is to say, whether it is dating, living together or even talking for a lifetime, except for a little difference in form, there is almost no difference between gay and heterosexual.On the other hand, people like Zhao Qingyu and Han Mukun can be regarded as "friends with benefits" at best, and among men and women, they are called "friends with benefits".Boy friend?It's an insult to Han Mukun.

Something went wrong with the flat viaduct, and the bus bumped again. Even though the curtain was on his pillow, Li Chuang's head hit the glass heavily.Gritting his teeth and scolding his mother, Li Chuang suddenly wanted to call the surname Han to say that he would stop fucking me from disgusting me!

Rejection, to the apex.

After all, Li Chuang is not Xiaoqiang. No matter how good his adaptability is, when facing the problem of soul exchange, there will always be one or another difficult problem, such as the noise of the city, the difference in habits, the obscurity of professional courses, and sitting up suddenly in the middle of the night The panic of wondering where I am and who I am.Can he change back?When will he go back?Did he go home as soon as he woke up?Or need serial car accident plane crash?What if I can't get it back?He just lived his whole life in Zhao Qingyu's body?So does he want this?hope?Still don't want to... There are too many unknowns and uncertainties. It's not that Li Chuang doesn't want to, but he just tries not to think about it, because this vortex makes people have a splitting headache.

Anything that accumulates to a certain level always needs a breaking point.

And this point also requires the right time, place and people.For example, the bumpy and broken road hits the head, the narrow seat makes people feel bored, and there is no rest in the middle of the long journey, so that the irritable nicotine addicts can take even a small puff of cigarettes.

At that time, a small European-style building in a certain villa area in Shenzhen was in a mess.

Nothing within reach escaped the destruction, and the huge living room seemed to have been ravaged by a storm.

The culprit was sitting on the couch, squinting and smoking a cigarette.I'm afraid he doesn't know what he is thinking, he just thinks that it is rare for him to take an afternoon off, and his good mood is completely disturbed by the fuck.