phantom hand

"all good?"

"Ah."

"Really?"

"Heh, heh, can I still lie to you?"

"Then why do my eyelids keep twitching?"

"Hey, you think too much."

Recently, Zhao Qingyu and Li Chuang have unconsciously adjusted the phone time, once every two days, usually during lunch break.Brother Chuang called a little earlier this day because his eyelids were twitching when he woke up early in the morning.

"You really didn't do anything to apologize to me?" Li Chuang still didn't give up. Since the soul transformation, his sixth sense has been flourishing, like a scratching game, and it hits every time.

Zhao Qingyu tried his best to forget about the "little brother and his right hand dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, one-two-one" in the bed last night. He looked upright, straightened his chest, raised his head, and said, "Absolutely not."

Li Chuang breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: "Huh, that's good. I guess you can't either, you are much more reliable than me, hehe."

Zhao Qingyu deserved it, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, where can I buy a bath towel?"

"There is one in the supermarket downstairs," Li Chuang said naturally, and he realized after answering, "I have one, what's wrong, it doesn't work?"

"Uh..." Zhao Qingyu couldn't tell whether it was easy to use or not. He only knew that brother Chuang's bath towel must not be used now. The four fingers of a classmate who rubbed his back yesterday came from the top of the towel. after the breakthrough.

"Ah, speaking of taking a bath, I remembered something again!"

"Ok?"

"Cough, although my brother's body is handsome and straight, Yushu Linfeng needs chest muscles, chest muscles, buttocks, but you can't think about it."

"..."

The topic brought Chuang back to the original point miraculously.

Zhao Qingyu wanted to cry.

"Huh? Why don't you talk?" Brother Chuang tensed up the nerve called doubt again.

Zhao Qingyu took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked Li Chuang, "Do you know what is attacking and what is receiving?"

Brother Chuang didn't know why, but nodded proudly: "Nonsense, my buddy studied it specially."

Zhao Qingyu asked again: "Then do you know what it means to attack yourself?"

Brother Chuang was at a loss for words, and deeply understood the meaning of living and learning.

Zhao Qingyu persevered: "Your body is also my body now, would I cross my body in circles and circles and circles and circles again and again?"

"Uh……"

"Speaking is nothing but thinking!"

"Well……"

"What do you think of me as a plant? You pollinate yourself!"

"I was wrong……"

"Good, good to know."

A muffled thunder fell in the distant sky, silently mourning Brother Chuang and his descendants who passed away.

Because of guilt, Zhao Qingyu lay on the bed for a long time without feeling sleepy, and all his roommates took a peaceful nap, which made him more uncomfortable, and finally got up early and rushed to the classroom in the afternoon.

When passing the basketball court, Zhao Qingyu saw Ai Gang.

Almost no need to take a special look, just by taking a look, Zhao Qingyu can snatch that guy out among a bunch of guys sweating sexy.

Ai Gang also saw him, and immediately dropped the ball and ran over: "Going to the classroom so early?"

Zhao Qingyu raised the schoolbag in his hand: "Take your seat."

Ai Gang looked at Zhao Qingyu, and seemed to be calculating the credibility of this statement: "Isn't this afternoon a small class in your class, and you still need to occupy fifty seats for thirty people?"

"Of course." Zhao Qingyu nodded vigorously, "Occupy the last row."

Ai Gang stretched out his thumbs and index fingers, expressing his contempt in a uniform manner.

Zhao Qingyu just smiled, his crooked eyes were just looking at Ai Gang.

The sun was just right, and the boy's sweaty forehead was shining brightly.

Ai Gang accepted Zhao Qingyu's "unclear gaze" very mightily, and five seconds later, raised the white flag to surrender.He coughed uncomfortably, and said angrily, "What are you looking at, there are flowers on my face?"

Zhao Qingyu was serious and serious: "There are no flowers, but handsome."

Ai Gang was taken aback for a moment, then reacted and grabbed Zhao Qingyu's neck, his expression was like Yingmu Huadao with joy: "Your boy has become more and more popular recently, my brother didn't hurt you for nothing!"

Zhao Qingyu struggled for a long time without success, so he had to let someone grab his neck and keep rubbing his head with his sweaty hair.

The buddies who played together over there whistled in surprise and shouted: "Hey, when did you two wear a pair of pants—"

Above the frolicking two, the warm winter sun shines brightly.

Like it, or... Zhao Qingyu deliberately didn't look for the answer.

This is very good, he thought, many times many things cannot withstand scrutiny, once you really figure it out, maybe it will be even worse, it is better to just be so ambiguous.Just like a balance, here is the answer A, there is the answer B, and he stands right above the scale, neither to the left nor to the right, so there is no chance for the balance to tilt, and finally secure.

Zhao Qingyu's room is warm in winter, but Li Chuang's room is beginning to suffer.

For several days in succession, Shenzhen has been icy and rainy.Seeing the rain in winter is just a lyric in Li Chuang's thinking, and he needs to go all the way to the other side of the strait, but he doesn't want to, it will be realized at the door of his house.

The gray sky, the clammy wind, and the rain that almost hit the bone marrow, Li Chuang now feels like being wrapped in a wet blanket, damp and cold.The air conditioner in the dormitory was turned on almost [-]/[-], but Li Chuang didn't feel much better. Who knows what it feels like countless small bugs crawling on his body.

As a matter of course, Brother Chuang found a legitimate reason not to go to the laboratory, and let his roommate push him hard, and he stood still and stood firm in 807.Song Hongqing and the others had nothing to do, so the three of them had to go together, but every time they would remember to bring Brother Chuang's experiment report.

——Grandpa, wherever you go, you are always a master.

When Li Chuang received the call from Zhao Qingyu's mother, he was alone in the dormitory, reliving Resident Evil on PPS.The windows were blurred by the rain, and everything outside was separated like a natural barrier. The lights in the house were not turned on, and the dark tones set off the realistic sound effects of the movie well. Groups of zombies were rushing towards us. Mother Zhao's phone call came quickly.

Zhao Qingyu's phone book is also weird, you can either write your name or your mother, it's impossible to get a mother, it's not the whole "mother", which makes Li Chuang feel uncomfortable.

Answer or not, Brother Chuang struggled for a long time against the frozen zombie on the screen.He just couldn't understand, that guy Zhao Qingyu said that his family didn't have to make a phone call all year round, how could he make the frequency rise straight up as soon as Li Chuang came over?This is not bad luck.

Clearing his throat, Li Chuang pressed the answer helplessly: "Hello?"

"Xiaoyu..." Mama Zhao's voice was not like that of ordinary middle-aged women, it was gentle and soft, with a clear tone.

Li Chuang responded uncomfortably: "Well, cough, what, what's the matter?"

In Li Chuang's logic, Zhao Qingyu's parents followed the principle of not going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and the last call was because Mr. Zhao had a birthday, so there must be something serious this time.

But I don't want Zhao Ma to ask after being silent for a few seconds, "How are you doing?"

Li Chuang was surprised, but he didn't reveal the slightest bit in his tone: "Uh, it's pretty good. I can eat, sleep, and stretch my legs. If I'm fine, I even help carry pure water."

Zhao's mother seemed to be amused, and her tone was slightly happy: "You child, when did you become poor-mouthed?"

Li Chuang almost blurted out that brother has always been like this, luckily he swallowed it back in time, and then he said silently several times in his heart, this is my mother, this is my mother, this is my mother, and he finally conjured up a little bit of emotion for the occasion: "It's not talkative, It’s because there are too few opportunities to talk like this, and the words are crowded together.”

Zhao's mother didn't speak, and Li Chuang could smell a little bit in the silence.

It was the special kind of longing and distress that women have for their children. It was strange that Li Chuang could feel it.

There was something wrong in his heart, Li Chuang took a deep breath, and made his voice sound brisk and natural: "Did you see me alive and kicking at Grandpa's place last time, and I really thought about it when I went back, haha."

"You," Zhao's mother sighed dotingly, and then said, "Don't take what your father said last time. You know that he has always had such a personality."

"Well, I know, I don't have the same knowledge as him." Li Chuang smiled brightly on his face, and his head was spinning quickly, thinking hard about what Zhao Da's fire-breathing dragon said last time.

Just one sentence from the mother and one sentence from the son, the two of them talked for ten minutes without any point.Later, Li Chuang couldn't hold on any longer, and searched desperately for a chance to end the call.Finally, Li Chuang was able to speak out after a certain sentence from Mama Zhao seemed to come to an end.

Li Chuang originally planned to say, Mom, I'm going to do an experiment, and I'll call you another day, but as soon as the word "Mom" came out of my mouth, Li Chuang seemed to be under a spell, and didn't say anything more.

Mama Zhao didn't wait for a long time to come back, and asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Li Chuang tried his best to move his lips, but he really couldn't make a sound.He doesn't know why, it's been a long time since he called this word?Or did he really regard the woman as his mother?At that moment, something overwhelmed him from the bottom of his heart and blocked his chest, almost suffocating.

The other end of the phone suddenly asked: "Xiao Yu, are you coming back for Chinese New Year this year?"

Li Chuang wanted to say no, but the hoarse voice he found with great difficulty seemed to be out of control, and he answered clearly: "En."

When I hung up the phone, my vision suddenly blurred.Li Chuang thought that there was something wrong with the lens, but he took off his glasses, but the blur was even worse.Then, he felt something warm brush his cheek.

Li Chuang cried helplessly on the bed for a long time. If you asked him why, he couldn't tell the reason.It’s just that I suddenly thought of the back mountain that I climbed when I lived in a bungalow when I was a child, the elm money that I could eat when I picked it up on the ground, the heavy snow in the northeast, and what my mother told me before I left, eat more to grow your body some meat...

"Are you... crying?" When Han Mukun heard someone's thick nasal voice on the phone, he was so surprised. Now Zhao Qingyu and his image here are like a naughty Sun Monkey. When have you ever seen Sun Monkey cry?

Li Chuang didn't bother to pay attention to him, took out a tissue and blew his nose vigorously, muttering: "Play early if there is something to do, and retreat to court if there is nothing to do."

Han Mukun was disgusted by that voice, but there is nothing wrong with it. I have to post it: "I have a few friends who want to get together tonight, so come over." See, yes, Han Mukun is so sorry for his discussion tone now Skillful and without psychological barriers, it means a lot of pressure.

But the biggest source of stress is on the other side...

"You get together with you, why do you want me?"

Han Mukun knew that he had to say this, and he didn't miss a single word: "If I can get together by myself, I will find you. Oh, everyone brings their partners, so I pull the telephone pole and go there by myself?"

Li Chuang thought for a while: "Weeping willows are also fine."

Han Mukun didn't know why he got into this job at all: "Ancestor, do you dare to give me some face?"

Hehehe three contented smirks were the ancestor's answer.

With his heart settled, Han Mukun remembered the previous episode: "Why were you crying just now?"

"No, I just watched a movie, and I was moved." Li Chuang spoke nonsense at his fingertips.

"Oh, as for what, what movie?"

"resident Evil."

"..."