phantom hand

Dong Dongdong lived to be 22 years old and regretted only two things.One is that I hate that I was not there when my parents took such a talented name, and the other is that I have to help my junior with luggage when the junior year starts.The former made his head hurt from looking at his ID card for the rest of his life, and the latter made him... It's difficult to explain the impact of this in a long life, but at least for now, he is devastated.

"Third son, your daughter-in-law yelled downstairs again... Hurry up and deal with it..."

At 06:30 in the morning, Zhou Peng turned over half asleep, half an hour before the alarm clock went off, but he knew that a good day had already begun.

"Let him die!"

Dong Dongdong almost squeezed out the words between his teeth, and finally turned over with a bang, pretending not to hear.

Fang Xin, who was on the lower bunk, was yawning with his mouth open, but he kept on saying, "Fuck, what the hell, you don't dare to be gentle, third child? Make me scumbag!"

Deng Ze got up calmly, scratched his head, his eyes were still a little blurred when he looked around, but his consciousness was still very clear: "Okay guys, get up quickly...don't make unnecessary struggles..."

"Damn it, sooner or later I'll make him suffer from a nervous breakdown." Gu Yanyu cursed and got up, becoming the second handsome man who knows current affairs.

After that, one after another, all 716 got up.

The shouting downstairs became the background sound, just like the morning news on the campus radio, it exists, but it can be ignored.

Dong Dongdong was putting his clothes on, while squinting at Li Chuang. The man was buttoning up his buttons slowly, his face watery.What do you mean by a summer T-shirt with buttons?Just the necklines have to be buttoned neatly, isn't that abnormal?Uh, well, Dong Dongdong admits that his argument is tinged with strong emotions, but he really doesn't like this person. Although the relationship is better than before, how to put it, it's not right at all. The model, that is, as the saying goes, does not match.

And he couldn't say why, he always felt that this person became very strange when he came back from vacation, as if he had been completely reborn.The arrogance of the past is gone, and it is replaced by gentleness, politeness, quietness and shyness. Isn't this inexplicable, because retreat cultivation is not so magical.

"Brother Dong, I know you're up—"

"If you ignore me, I'll wake up the whole building—"

"Dong Dongdong, I love you——"

... Well, now is not the time to study Li Chuang.

Neatly turning over and getting out of bed, Dong Dongdong walked to the window in two or three steps, stabbed open the screen window, Sha Le's slightly crisp voice stopped abruptly, and then saw the child looking up and laughing foolishly at him.

The corner of Dong Dongdong's mouth twitched, thinking that the name of this person's parents is a level, how accurate.Angrily, he took the phone, and Dong Dongdong gritted his teeth and pressed the string of numbers imprinted on his cerebral cortex that he would never forget.

Almost as soon as the call was made, the phone was picked up, and the other party called out sweetly: "Brother Dong—" with a clear little complacency.

Dong Dongdong rolled his eyes at him, regardless of whether the other party could see it: "I'll give you three seconds, get out."

The egg naturally didn't roll, but raised the things in his hand, as if flattering: "Brother, I bought you breakfast."

Dong Dongdong leaned against the wall, almost exhausted from the torture, but still stood firm: "Listen, I hate steamed stuffed buns."

"How do you know I bought buns?"

"You've been buying buns for a week."

"Hey, today it's a pie."

"..."

Three days later, under the pressure of the whole people, including the brothers upstairs and downstairs, colleagues in the front and back floors, and all the flowers and plants in the boys' dormitory area, Dong Dongdong just started having breakfast with someone in the school cafeteria. tragic career.

At this time, it had been more than half a month since Sha Le stood downstairs and shouted for the first time.

The author has something to say: The story of these two children will not be described in a panoramic way like in the main text, but some important fragments should be selected, and then they will be co-produced with the main text to form a clear context ~ it can be considered as a supplementary line, haha.So the number of words will not be too much~short and concise~(^o^)/~(I'm really not making excuses for being lazy, really not really not really not... crawl away...)