Strawberry West Toast

After arguing, Pei Yiwei was willing to tell him the reason why his father came to borrow money that day.

Pei Yiwei's father opened a modest factory in the early years, but later the factory failed and the factory closed down, and he found another job in the pharmaceutical factory. The atmosphere of the bottom-level employees in the factory was not good, and they often went to the chess and card room.

His father invested more and more money in the gambling table, and once the addiction became peeled off, he might not be able to quit.When the money was not enough, his father would pay on credit, and no one reminded him. When he realized it, he had already accumulated a large sum of money.And the "mobile phone signal" that day was not what Wang Zhen thought it was, but his father's gambler.

After the last few days before November, Wang Zhen went to work at the stall.There was no one to take care of the kitten during the holidays, so Wang Zhen simply took the cat to the stall and took care of it while working.

"Loosen your hands." Wang Zhen was holding the bottle. The kitten has been very active recently. When it was drinking milk, it was thrashing around endlessly. It couldn't be held down with one hand, so Pei Yiwei could only hold it in his hand and forcefully stuff the pacifier into its mouth. .

Halfway through the feeding, Pei Yiwei handed the cat to him, and went to pick up an empty plastic bottle from the trash.

Wang Zhen looked at him puzzled, and Pei Yiwei said, "In the bottle."

He took a knife and cut open the bottle. Wang Zhen understood and said, "Put some paper, the bottle is still wet."

Pei Yiwei found the paper mat, and after a lot of tossing, the kitten finally finished drinking the milk.Wang Zhen stretched his arms, his back hurt after standing for a long time, and his calf was still hurting when he got in the car.

There are a lot of customers on November [-]st, and the three of them are very tired after a day of work. After packing up, my sister-in-law is going to make some supper for the two children, because eating two meals a day at the stall is really not nutritious.

My sister’s house is also in Sanxia Ridge. Sanxia Ridge has been built for more than ten years. It is an old-fashioned community with a very old gate. The three iron characters are painted with red paint. shell.

It's inappropriate to visit empty-handed. Wang Zhen picked some fruits from the supermarket and took them upstairs. Pei Yi washed them and served them directly to the table. Wang Zhen is usually very restrained in his diet because he wants to keep fit, but he is in a good mood tonight , I couldn't help eating more, I didn't feel it when I was sitting, but I realized that I felt nauseous when I stood up.

"I've gained nearly five catties recently," Wang Zhen said, "My sister-in-law is really good at cooking."

The craftsmanship is really good. From time to time, he cooks a small stove for the two boys, and the food on the stall can be eaten casually. Although Wang Zhen is stinky, he didn't take it away. When he looked in the mirror, he felt that his chin was a few millimeters thicker.

Pei Yi nodded slightly: "If you are fatter, you can be slaughtered."

Wang Zhen looked at Pei Yiwei: "Hey, it's over, no matter how tall I am, I can't be heavier than you."

My sister-in-law was happy: "Eat more to grow taller! Xiao Wang, work harder and try to be taller than Wei Wei."

Wang Zhen accompanied him with a smile. Pei Yiwei estimated that he was at least 1.8 meters five. His height hadn't changed in half a year. He went to the hospital for an examination and said that the seams were basically closed, and he would be too tall if he grew to 1.8 meters.Thinking of this, Wang Zhen asked, "Are you [-]?"

"[-]..." Pei Yiwei thought for a while and said, "[-] o'clock."

"..." Wang Zhen said, "Do you still want to round up?"

Pei Yiwei went to the kitchen to help my sister-in-law, and she was very skillful. Wang Zhen couldn't get in, so she sat back on the sofa and listened to them talking in a low voice while washing the dishes.

After they finished their work, Wang Zhen stayed for a while, looked at the phone and felt that it was about time, so he got up to leave.Pei Yiwei sent Wang Zhen downstairs. He looked very relaxed. In the past, Pei Yiwei was always expressionless. You could feel that he was tense and not very happy, but tonight he became very lively.

Pei Yiwei suddenly asked, "Where do you live tonight?"

Wang Zhen was stunned for two seconds: "Where else can I live?"

Pei Yiwei's question was quite interesting, as if he knew that he had a quarrel with Wang Xiuming and never came home.

"But you brought the cat out." Pei Yiwei said.

Wang Zhen tightened his hands in his pockets: "My house doesn't allow cats."

Pei Yiwei remained silent, as if she believed it.There were a lot of motorcycles on the side of the road, the two leaned closer to the shop, and walked past a grocery store one after the other, Pei Yiwei said again: "You have a sleeping bag in your bag."

Wang Zhen sighed.

She showed Xueba thoroughly, and she still wants to dress up.

"Yes." Wang Zhen said.

Wang Zhen continued to walk forward, the wind blew up at night, and the skin was slightly cool, but it was very comfortable.Wang Zhen unzipped his coat, and the night wind blew through his chest and neck, causing slight shudders, so comfortable that he wanted to sigh.

"Stay at my house first." Pei Yiwei stopped by the side of the road.

Pei Yiwei's house is next door to my aunt's building, and she can be seen from the corridor window.One living room and two bedrooms. There is not much furniture in the room, but it is kept very clean. The tiled floor can reflect people's shadows.

Pei Yiwei moved the quilt from the closet to the small sofa in the bedroom. The door of the master bedroom was closed, his mother was resting inside, and there was no one else.

The room is in the style of an ordinary boy. Except for the necessary furniture, there is no other decoration. It is black, white and gray, and it is a bit cold, but Wang Zhen likes it very much because it is simple.

Sweating during the day, it is impossible not to take a shower at the moment, Wang Zhen is not ashamed to ask for Pei Yiwei's pajamas and old clothes after washing.

"What time do you go to bed?" Wang Zhen asked.

Pei Yiwei said, "It's twelve o'clock."

"That's good." Then he should go to sleep, otherwise he will disturb Pei Yiwei later.

"What's wrong?" Pei Yiwei didn't understand.

Wang Zhen threw himself on the pillow: "Then I won't disturb you if I go to bed early."

Wang Zhen lay down for a while with his eyes closed, the room was very quiet, and he could hear Pei Yiwei's mother opening the door.She walked on the ground with her slippers on for a while, then stopped, as if looking for something, the room was silent for a few minutes, then the sound of slippers sounded again, and the door was closed.

Wang Zhen turned over, Pei Yiwei said, "She is watering the flowers."

"Your family grows flowers?" Wang Zhen opened his eyes.

"Well," Pei Yiwei said, "cyclamen and camellia."

"Cyclamen..." Wang Zhen smiled, "My mother also raises it."

"...But I was kicked over at the beginning of school."

"Oh," Pei Yiwei turned to a new page, "It's quite a prodigal."

"Damn," Wang Zhen smiled, "everything says I'm a prodigal."

Seeing Pei Yi turn his head to look at him, Wang Zhen said: "Yang Hang also said that I was a prodigal. You discovered it earlier than him, and your observation skills seem to be stronger than him."

Pei Yi slightly hooked the corners of her lips, but said nothing.

"I have been told since I was a child," Wang Zhen said, "I just don't have a concept of money, and I only realize it every time I spend it all."

Pei Yiwei said, "What if I'm working?"

Wang Zhen seldom considered this question. He thought for a while and said, "Find someone who can manage money."

After a few seconds of silence in the room, Wang Zhen gradually realized the subtlety of the topic of "object".When playing with Yang Hang, you can talk about everything, including sexual orientation, what type you like, and what type you dislike, but when it comes to Pei Yiwei, these topics are a little bit ambiguous, at least in his intuition.

However, it is not normal to deliberately avoid these topics in front of friends, Wang Zhen has to pretend to be normal.

"Of course it's hard to find someone who can manage money," Wang Zhen laughed twice, "so I've made plans to sleep in the bridge hole in the future."

Pei Yiwei said: "You may not be able to beat a beggar."

Wang Zhen paused, and couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter with you, when we first met, you were obviously not so poor."

Pei Yi smiled and turned it over.

"Forget it, go to bed," Wang Zhen pulled the quilt, "Brother Xueba should go to bed early too."

"Okay," Pei Yi glanced at him slightly, "Good night, little brother who is a scumbag."

"..." Wang Zhen turned over and ignored him.

Sleeping on the sofa is not a good choice. When Wang Zhen got up, he felt that his neck would be broken in two at any time. He stretched out his hand and pressed it a few times. Sure enough, he had a stiff neck.

Pei Yi watched him pinch his neck slightly, and asked, "Stiff neck?"

Wang Zhen hummed.

"Bring you a hot towel." Pei Yiwei turned around and went to the bathroom.

After putting on the towel, there was no obvious change. Pei Yiwei asked him how he was doing. He was about to nod, but he pulled his neck again, frowning in pain.

Seeing him like this, Pei Yiwei was about to buy breakfast upstairs, but Wang Zhen quickly said "No", a woman's voice suddenly came from the bathroom: "I'll go."

Pei Yiwei's mother got up earlier than the two of them, but the room was never quiet during the day and night, and Wang Zhen hardly heard her washing up.

The last time Wang Zhen didn't go into the ward, and she stayed in the room last night, when she really saw her, Wang Zhen realized that Pei Yiwei looked a lot like his mother, with both eyes and nose.The woman is very beautiful, but her eyelids are slightly drooping, she is not very energetic, and even looks depressed.

"He's Wang Zhen," Pei Yiwei introduced to her, "a classmate in my class."

"Hello, Auntie." Wang Zhen smiled at her.

"Hello." Pei Yiwei's mother greeted lightly.

"Let's go downstairs together," Pei Yiwei bent over to put on his shoes, and lifted his fucking bag, "Wang Zhen, massage your neck yourself."

The breakfast was very quiet, Wang Zhen tried to chat with Pei Yiwei's mother, but she might not be interested, so she hummed a few times, hurriedly ate breakfast and went downstairs to work.

Pei Yi looked at Wang Zhen's expression and explained, "She works in a flower shop."

When explaining his curiosity about women, Pei Yiwei didn't mention that Wang Zhen didn't know what kind of disease his mother had, but mental illness was family privacy, and Wang Zhen didn't intend to ask more.

It was still early after breakfast, and the city had just woken up. Coming down from the resident building, there was an old lady pushing a cart selling pancakes by the side of the road. Wang Zhen didn't have a good breakfast and wanted to have some more, so he turned to ask Pei Yiwei if he wanted pancakes.

Pei Yiwei glanced at him slowly, and Wang Zhen found that he could suddenly understand Pei Yiwei's facial expressions.

The guy had a smile in his eyes.

"I know what you're going to say," Wang Zhen said, "shut up."

Turning to the old lady, she said, "Every side dish is the same."

The old lady hesitated for a while, and said yes, the pancakes came out bulging, and the filling directly broke the skin, and it took two hands to hold it.

"The care of the scumbag brother," Wang Zhen smiled twice, and stuffed the cake to Pei Yiwei, "Keep it away."

"...Thank you," Pei Yi suppressed a slight smile, "Thank you little brother."

Wang Zhen added two sticks of ham to his pancakes, and it started to get colder in October, and the pancakes were warm after the first bite, and he felt comfortable all over, whether he was fat or not.

When he arrived at the place, Pei Yiwei hadn't finished eating yet, and by the look on his face, he was already feeling uncomfortable.

"Don't eat," Wang Zhen said, "don't get sick later."

Pei Yi shook his head slightly, drank some water, finished the leftovers in a few bites, balled up the plastic bag, and threw it into the trash.

Wang Zhen was a little surprised, Pei Yiwei didn't have to finish eating at all, before he and Yang Hang played this kind of boring little game, adding all the ingredients of the milk tea, and then asked Yang Hang to drink it.Yang Hang took a few bites of that kind of eight-treasure porridge and threw it away, and Wang Zhen didn't take it to heart, it was just a joke.

Pei Yiwei used to take jokes seriously, even foolishly.

He doesn't look like a good-for-nothing academic at all.