phantom hand

Li Chuang was also unlucky.

There was a little drizzle that night, which was just pleasant. There was no class in the whole dormitory, so he had to go to a class with his juniors to listen to the class and retake it. He was a little unbalanced, thinking about it and dragging the class time In the end, he used Shao Xiaodong's induction cooker in the dormitory to cook and stew in the Northeast with peace of mind.

In fact, there is not much technical content, so I just put vegetables, tomatoes, potatoes, eggplants, etc., all the seasonings that should be there, and finally put a can of braised pork. Eyes straightened.

This dish has to be simmered for a while, and Li Chuang is so bored that he sits on the bed for a while and thinks of Han Mukun.Calling the man out of the phone book, Li Chuang remembered the man's face when he looked at the three Chinese characters.In fact, making a phone call won't kill you, but Li Chuang doesn't know why he is so tense, but then again, what is he talking about after the call, anyway, he and Han Mukun don't have a common language, this seems to be tested by practice passed.

However, Li Chuang is very good at enlightening himself. He thinks that if he disagrees, he will not seek each other, but since he arrived on this land, he has made the most with this person, so now he is thinking about it and can't let it go.

In the philosophical thinking, the stew has collected the juice.Shao Xiaodong had been guarding him all the time, and when he saw this, he hurriedly called Li Chuang over, and Li Chuang threw the phone and Han Mukun on the bed and forgot about it.In the end, he didn't expect that when he was grabbing chopsticks with Shao Xiaodong later, he sat down on the phone and dialed the number.

Li Chuang couldn't figure out how he could sit so well when the button was so big. The butt's focus was too fucking small. When he hung up the phone in a hurry, it showed that the call lasted 12 seconds.Han Mukun must have picked it up. Although he didn't know what he said or not, Li Chuang was still so embarrassed that he wanted to cry.

He wanted to say that he accidentally made a wrong call without sending a text message, but then he felt hypocritical, so he gave up and waited for the other party to call back to inquire, but there was no news from there.

On the second day, Li Chuang began to suspect that everything was his own illusion. There was no such inexplicable call at all, he just had an overly realistic dream.

In the evening, Li Chuang finally sat in the classroom of his juniors with his book covering his face, and Han Mukun's phone call came late.

Li Chuang took a deep breath, then put his head under the table, covered the microphone and said "Hello" in a low voice.

"Hello? Xiaodong... Uh, young master, are you listening?" Han Mukun blocked the ear that was not listening to the phone with his fingers, trying to superimpose his hearing to the end facing the receiver.

Li Chuang tried his best to speak with a hoarse voice: "I, am, in, class."

"Ah?" Han Mukun used the vaguely heard voice to piece together the connotation, "Is your throat broken?"

Li Chuang rolled his eyes speechlessly, originally this posture caused chest tightness and shortness of breath, which really made Han Mukun pissed off: "I, am, in, class!"

Han Mukun swallowed with some difficulty, tilted his head and thought hard, and suddenly realized: "Let me admit my mistake, okay, I admit it, damn it, I can't resist you."

Li Chuang went up against the crime, furious: "You have tofu brains in your skull! I'm in class!!!"

Han Mukun in the other room was startled by the sudden loud voice, and he was stunned for several seconds without daring to speak. The professor in the other room pushed his glasses: "Student, it's good that you have this awareness, we are in class."

Li Chuang finally answered the phone in the corridor.In fact, Han Mukun doesn't have any important points, just ask how you are doing recently, and let's talk about the last time we met by chance, I should treat you to a meal.

Li Chuang saw that he was so natural, so he stopped holding it, and sincerely confessed his oolong, saying that he accidentally called you while sitting on the phone that day.Han Mukun suppressed his laughter, and didn't ask carefully how to pick himself out of the phone book with his butt and then press the green button. He just said that he knew, as soon as he answered the phone and listened to the sound, he knew that you called by accident.

Later, when there was no more talk, Li Chuang just laughed dryly.

Han Mukun was quite natural, saying that we should go to that Northeast restaurant after we come out tomorrow.Because his attitude was so natural, Li Chuang had no excuses, so he could only hum and respond.He was dizzy from what he said later, and Han Mukun led him by the nose for no reason. When he realized it, he had already said goodbye happily, and at the end he reminded him to go back to class immediately.

Li Chuang was confused, but he was not in a bad mood, er, well, it was not bad.

Han Mukun is better than Li Chuang.

In fact, he had made up his mind to kill the carbine, but he had to get some technical content to kill.In his heart, he can push forward, because no outsiders know about it, but on the face of it, he still has to take the lead, and he can't be at a disadvantage, and it's even more impossible to act in a bitter scene.

After all, there is really no one in this world who can't live without him. Even if he really likes the little bastard, he can at most use his means and his heart.

Can't make the sky fall and the earth fall.

However, the situation is more optimistic than Han Mukun expected. He thinks that the little bastard is still young after all, and the two of them have somewhat "emotional foundation". He just needs to be a little hotter than before, and it should be fine.

The blueprint for victory has already spread out in his head. Sitting on the sofa, Han Mukun looked up at the ceiling of his home, and suddenly felt that the whiteness was not artistic, so he began to think about whether to find a hand-painter to decorate some blue sky, white clouds, flowers, plants and trees Or directly stick a semi-three-dimensional wallpaper with a concave-convex feeling.

Li Chuang had been vigilant for that "catch up tomorrow" for several days, the cold spring turned into a warm spring, Han Mukun didn't come, Ling Fei showed his face.Moreover, this gentleman's appearance was quite gorgeous, and somehow he touched the door of the laboratory. After class, Li Chuang was walking out with his roommates, chattering and chattering. The man stretched his arm to stop him, smiling like an English gentleman: "Hi."

Li Chuang petrified on the spot, with the laboratory behind him, the corridor of the teaching building in front, curious classmates around him, unexpected roommates beside him, Ling Fei standing in front of him, it felt like a sci-fi movie.

Ling Fei felt complacent, waved his palms in front of Li Chuang's eyes easily, and continued to be personable: "HI~"

"Hey... your mother's head!" Li Chuang grabbed that arm with a dark face and dragged him away from the scene of the crime.

The roommates looked at each other, and finally looked at Shao Xiaodong in unison.

"This is the one you saw last time? Qing Yu's boyfriend?"

Shao Xiaodong scratched his head honestly: "Yes, hehe, but it seems a little thin..."

Li Chuang dragged Ling Fei out of the campus all the way, and waited under the shade of a tree to make sure there was no one around, then squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the uninvited guest: "Why are you here?"

Ling Fei handed over a cigarette, Li Chuang looked at it, but didn't pick it up.Ling Fei tilted his head in confusion, and Li Chuang twitched his mouth: "Quit."

Ling Fei showed a surprised expression, and suddenly smiled mysteriously. He took the cigarette back and lit it for himself, took a puff, and then lightly sprayed it on Li Chuang's face: "Is it Han?"

Li Chuang really didn't have this idea: "I didn't have a big addiction before, so I forget it if I don't smoke."

Ling Fei nodded, and accepted the rhetoric naturally.In fact, what he said didn't seem to matter to him. Li Chuang always felt that this person's thinking was like a hammer and a stick, jumping around very much.

But Ling Fei's hair is much shorter than before.Li Chuang looked up slightly, and saw a thin and small scar drawn down from above the eyebrow, and the end was hidden in the tail of the eyebrow.The flesh at the scar is slightly whiter than other places, and it is easy to spot, but it does not affect the appearance. It seems that this face does not appear vicious or domineering because of the scar, but is still pale and expressionless because of the scar. When she looked gloomy, she smiled inexplicably and strangely.

"Are you admiring your masterpiece?" Ling Fei looked at Li Chuang lightly, as if he was smiling, but he couldn't find the soft lines on his face carefully.

Li Chuang didn't answer, but asked, "Why did you cut your hair short?"

Ling Fei frowned slightly: "Not good-looking?"

"Haha, what's so good about you old man?" Li Chuang was a little guilty, so he said in a low voice, "It's just such a short scar, isn't it obvious."

Ling Fei suddenly smiled, and raised his hand to touch his eyebrows, like a proud peacock: "What do you know, it's more flavorful this way."

The corners of Li Chuang's mouth twitched. What did he say? Different ways do not conspire with each other. Han Mukun is like this, and Ling Fei is even more like this. The former has a generation gap with him, and the latter is not of the same race as him.

"Why did you come here!"

"Looking for you to eat."

"your treat?"

"of course."

"Bye-Bye."

If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.Li Chuang still understood this truth.

But he forgot that Ling Fei is mentally ill. In the world of mental illness, there is no need for cause and effect. Most of the time, they think about it and do it, regardless of the consequences, and it is not considered a gain or loss. So this time, Li Chuang considered it with the heart of a human being. Inhuman belly.

Ling Fei was both baffled and a little injured, grabbed the child's arm and asked seriously: "Why are you running?"

Li Chuang was made uncomfortable by the pure and honest eyes of the other party, and after thinking about it, he decided to play tricks: "I didn't run away?"

Ling Fei accepted it again, and then said naturally: "Then let's go."

Li Chuang was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you just say that? Eat."

"What to eat?"

"Self-help."

"Or did we go to that house last time?"

"You can if you want, but I wanted to take you to eat something better."

"Better is not important, is it more expensive?"

"nature."

"Hurry up, where is your car parked..."

As long as Ling Fei doesn't drink alcohol, he is actually very cold, he doesn't like to talk to people, he doesn't like to talk, and he bothers others to make noise.So everyone around me knows that only when Ling Shao smiles can they laugh, when Ling Shao is HIGH, they can HIGH, when Ling Shao talks too much, they can brag and fart, and when Ling Shao becomes crazy, they can be unscrupulous .

However, few people know that when Ling Fei first woke up, it was different from day and night. During the day, it was deserted, and at night, it was lewd, but for a certain period of time when he just woke up—it didn’t matter whether it was day or night—it was just blurry, everything Acting on instinct alone is like a simple child.

So if we use an analogy, then Ling Fei who just woke up is milk, Ling Fei during the day is soda water, Ling Fei at night is carbonated drinks, and Ling Fei after drinking is not necessarily what it is.

Of course, such a systematic analysis and demonstration only exists among a few people who are familiar with Ling Fei. Ling Fei is not aware of it, and Li Chuang is not aware of it.Ling Fei was finally released from the foot restraint by the old man, so he couldn't wait to find the person he wanted to see.

He didn't know why he wanted to see Li Chuang.

It's just that looking at it now, he's in a good mood, so good that he talks a lot.