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Sitting on the roof of the building, He Zhao thought, what is the difference between losing his temper and running away from home?

There is still a difference, he is more like a lost dog who was kicked out.

Obviously it is also his home, but every time Zhang Jiangyang's other relatives appear, He Zhao will feel that he is an outsider.

On the roof, Granny Ma set up a shelf and planted vines, whether they were fruits or vegetables. The emerald green leaves climbed along the shelf and wove into a net, covering a little sunlight.

There is no autumn and spring in this city, only summer and winter work seamlessly, and the sun still burns everything unreasonably in the months that are supposed to enter autumn.

The horn sounded downstairs, and He Zhao looked up and saw an old van driving in. He recognized this car, and it belonged to Uncle Zhang Jiangyang.

Sure enough, soon, the van stopped, and Zhang Jiangyang's uncle, aunt and two children got out of the car.

It's so lively.

He Zhao was sitting on a recliner under the shade of the shelf playing games, and soon his hunger was overwhelming.He rubbed his stomach, feeling a little nauseated from hunger. He got up late and didn't eat breakfast, and didn't even have time to drink his saliva. Now he was hot, thirsty and hungry.

Wandering Sanmao is nothing more than that.

Fortunately, he is a wandering Sanmao living in the high-tech era with money and mobile phones.

He Zhao opened the takeaway, and skillfully poked into the lemon tea shop he frequented. He couldn't afford a cup, so he added two cups at random. He hesitated for a moment when placing the order, and changed the address to Yishijia on the 7th floor.

He opened WeChat and sent a message to Yi Shi: Brother treats you to drink lemon tea~ When the takeaway comes, let me know~

Yi Shi came back quickly: where are you?

I didn't ask why I invited him to drink lemon tea, and I didn't ask why I didn't fill in my home address, but "where are you".

With three simple words, Yi Shi should not know anything, but for a moment, He Zhao felt a sense of being penetrated.

It's an indescribable feeling, as if the mask floating on the surface has been shattered, and the chest is stuffy, a little embarrassed and a little depressed.

He Zhao suddenly lost his vitality, and was sunburned like the leaves next to him. He didn't want to play games, he didn't want to do anything, he didn't have any interest in anything, he just wanted to sit quietly for a while.

He's actually kind of lonely.

Not sad, not angry, not disappointed, just a little lonely.

A kind of loneliness where the sky is big and the earth is big, but there is no small place that belongs to him.

After a while, He Zhao came back: "It's on the roof."

When he typed these three words, a trace of anticipation flashed in his heart strangely, he obviously didn't want Yi Shi to know anything, and hoped that he could understand something.

But Yi Shi didn't ask him why he was on the top of the building, but just replied "."

a full stop?What's the meaning?

He Zhao didn't bother to guess, and leaned back on the reclining chair that creaked every time he moved.

In fact, the weather today is very good, the sky is very blue and the clouds are white, but it is a bit sunny.

It would be nice if a cloud came and covered the sun.

When Yi Shi took the lemon tea ordered by He Zhao and walked up to the rooftop, He Zhao was leaning comfortably on the old recliner, with his legs crossed, his face turned sideways, and he was looking at something seriously, his lips were pursed into a A straight line, the sun hit his face just right, drawing out the curvature of the side, very beautiful and a bit stubborn and cold.

He Zhao's facial features are outstanding, and he is an eye-catching, handsome and clean boy from a distance, but at a certain moment and a certain angle, he is not only handsome, but also has a kind of beauty that crosses gender.

Yi Shi looked at it for a few seconds, and then looked away. If he said the word "beautiful", He Zhao would jump to argue with him immediately.

"It's so fast, it's faster than I thought." He Zhao caught sight of Yi Shi approaching, and saw that he didn't make a sound, so he didn't move, but his thirst prevented him from going deep.

He got up halfway, opened the plastic bag in Yi Shi's hand, took out a cup of lemon tea and inserted it into a straw to take a long gulp.

He is really thirsty.

Yi Shi stood quietly beside He Zhao, he didn't speak, and neither did He Zhao.

He Zhao slowly drank half a cup of lemon tea before suddenly saying, "So it's not grapes, it's loofah."

The tone is relaxed but firm.

Yi Shi followed his gaze to look at the vines, and there were a few small loofahs growing in the hidden place of the low roof.

Yi Shi: "Yes."

There was a sultry wind caressing from the roof of the shed, which did not bring the slightest coolness, only a few leaves barely moved.

After a moment of silence, He Zhao continued as if talking to himself: "I always thought that Granny Ma was growing grapes. Have you ever seen grapes? They are not grapes sold in fruit shops, but whole plants that grow on the ground. I I’ve only seen it in elementary school Chinese textbooks, and I don’t know if it looks like a loofah just like this.”

Yi Shi's voice was very low, and he was indifferent and lazy but surprisingly patient: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

He Zhao still looked at the loofah, and said, "The loofah is good, and the loofah is delicious when fried."

Yi Shi: "Too small."

He Zhao: "I didn't say to fire these guys, this is Granny Ma's sweetheart, don't covet it."

Yi Shi frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled: "Craucian carp? Fried loofah?"

He Zhao: "Crucian carp and loofah can't be fried, but crucian carp and loofah can be cooked with crucian carp and loofah soup. Have you tried it?"

Yi Shi is very straightforward: "No, how about you?"

He Zhao: "Of course I drank it. It's delicious. You can try it."

Yi Shi didn't seem to know what to say, so he answered for a while.

He Zhao took a sip of lemon tea and felt that the conversation between himself and Yi Shi was absolutely perfect.At noon on a hot day, it was not normal for him to study the loofah grown by Grandma Ma on the roof under the sun, and what was even more abnormal was that Yi Shi even cooperated with him in chatting about this topic.

Yi Shi is not good at chatting, nor does he like chatting, as if he is not very interested in anything.Most of the time when he chats with people, it is like conducting an interview. When others ask him to answer, he still answers very briefly and wants to end the topic at any time. It can be seen that he is not interested in chatting at all.

But just now he actually provoked a question after the answer, it was still such a boring question.

When he asked Yi Shi if he had ever had crucian carp loofah soup, it was purely out of words, but Yi Shi even added "What about you".

But Yi Shi obviously didn't intend to continue chatting with him in such an inexplicable way, and holding the bag with a cup of iced lemon tea left, he motioned to him: "Let's go."

He Zhao subconsciously wanted to follow him, but he didn't move, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yi Shi took a step towards the stairs: "Have lunch."

He Zhao still didn't move, Yi Shi stopped and waited for him, turned his head, his eyes fell on the sweat on his forehead, and his tone was calm and gentle: "Not hot?"

Of course it's hot, it's going to be hot to death.

Yi Shi repeated what he just said: "Let's go."

He Zhao rubbed his nose, moved his feet and followed Yi Shi downstairs. After going down a few steps, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

What kind of loofah, grape crucian carp, what is it all about?

Is Yi Shi the one who wants to know if other people have eaten crucian carp loofah soup?

Simply inexplicable.

But He Zhao's mood became inexplicably much clearer.

"Why did you come up? Couldn't it be that you brought drinks here? Brother Yi is too considerate." He Zhao couldn't control his mouth when he was in a good mood.

"Let's see whether the grapes or loofahs are planted upstairs." Yi Shi said slowly.

There was no ups and downs in the tone, and no emotion could be heard.

He Zhao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing wildly as if he had been poked at the point of laughter.

Yi Shi didn't close the door, but directly opened the half-closed door, and the air-conditioning air wrapped He Zhao in an instant, making him squint his eyes in comfort.

He Zhao returned to the city and resurrected with full blood.

After Yi Shi entered the room, he kept his head down and played with his mobile phone, and glanced at him: "Stop laughing, what do you want to eat?"

He Zhao followed in, bent his eyes to suck up the last sip of lemon tea, and said casually, "I'll eat whatever you do."

Yi Shi flexibly turned his phone around and turned his phone in front of He Zhao. On the screen was the open mobile phone takeaway interface: "I didn't buy food, I ate takeaway, choose by myself."

He Zhao took Yi Shi's phone unceremoniously, and slid all the way down: "Would you like hot pot? Let's order a hot pot! You can't eat spicy food, we can choose mandarin duck pot."

Yi Shi had a meal: "Hot pot?"

He Zhao: "You don't want to eat?"

Yi Shi: "Forget it, you can order."

But his expression is clearly - who would eat hot pot at noon on a hot day and after basking in the sun for a long time?

He Zhao started laughing again: "I really want it."

He Zhao leaned on the sofa and carefully selected the side dishes. He didn't speak, neither did Yi Shi, and the house fell silent.

Downstairs in my own house, no, Zhang Peng, Zhang Jiangyang and Lin Peiling's house should have already started eating, the noise of chattering and the sound of dishes colliding went straight upstairs.

He Zhao snorted, "It's really noisy. If I were an upstairs neighbor, I would knock on the door and complain."

Yi Shi glanced at him, but didn't answer.

He Zhao stared at the phone screen without looking up, and suddenly asked, "If there weren't so many voices together, could it be that you could hear what they said loudly downstairs?"

The people next to him fell silent, and very subtly, the downstairs just became quieter, and Uncle Zhang Jiangyang's daughter said loudly, "Happy birthday to Uncle!"

Word by word was loud and clear, and then there was joyful applause and laughter downstairs.

After a moment of silence, Yi Shi seemed to sigh softly amidst the noisy background downstairs: "Yes."

Just know.

So Yi Shi also heard what Zhang Jiangyang's relatives said?

So Yi Shi knew why he was on the rooftop in the hot weather?

He Zhao raised his head: "Do you think I'm very pitiful now?"

Yi Shi asked back, "Do you feel sorry for yourself?"

He looked at He Zhao with lowered eyes, and the angle of overlooking was unexpectedly not sharp, but gentle.

He Zhao is actually not a particularly face-saving person, but he has strong self-esteem.Since I was a child, I have been taught that "family ugliness should not be publicized". No matter how unhappy you are at home, as long as you go out of the house, you are a model family model.I have to admit that some education is deeply rooted in the bone marrow. He Zhao never took the initiative to tell people about his family's dirty things.

He doesn't like embarrassment or trouble, so he often pretends to meet other people's expectations on the surface, which is the simplest and most trouble-free way.If you can solve it with a few nice words, why do you have to break your head?

But most of the time he has a good temper and doesn't care about it, which doesn't mean he really has a good personality. There are also many moments when he clearly classifies people according to their closeness and distance, and lists the corresponding boundaries harshly, and sneers at those who exceed the boundaries.

He doesn't want others to see this side of him, but he has naturally expressed negative emotions such as disgust and dissatisfaction in front of Yi Shi more than once.

Being seen seems to be seeing, not as embarrassing and unhappy as imagined, but a kind of relief of breaking the pot.

Maybe it's because this person is Yi Shi.

Yi Shi was very strange, he usually had a cold face that was impatient to talk too much, but when He Zhao showed such emotions, he was extraordinarily tolerant, calm and patient.He will use the most bland tone and say some very direct and casual words.I don't know what his intentions are, but He Zhao always has the illusion of being pampered and allowed in He Zhao's ears.

And He Zhao was a smart kid who could climb along the pole since he was a child, and he dared to be a little willful when he got the password.

He Zhao thought for a while: "Most of the time, I don't think I'm pitiful, but sometimes I feel very pitiful."

Yi Shi: "When?"

In fact, even if Yi Shi lowered his eyes, his thin eyelids covered most of the sharpness of his brows and eyes, and the sharp edges and corners were still a bit aggressive.

No matter how calm the tone is, it's useless.

Perhaps because he realized that his way of questioning was too forceful, or perhaps because he was waiting for a reply in silence, Yi Shi didn't say anything more.

He Zhao didn't feel offended, fiddled with the lemon slices in the lemon tea cup after drinking, and replied honestly: "When others feel sorry for me."

Yi Shi took another cup of lemon tea out of the bag and put it in He Zhao's hand. He Zhao asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

Yi Shi: "I drink water."

It seems that Yi Shi only likes to drink mineral water, and I haven't seen him drink any beverages.

He Zhao pulled out the straw and poked it into the new cup of lemon tea: "I was like this when I was a child. When I fell while running, no one saw me, so I got up and patted my knees, but whenever my grandparents, grandparents, grandparents, and mothers, there is one person who is very nervous and distressed. If you come here to comfort me, you will feel that you have been wronged by the sky, and you will feel sorry for them if you don’t cry a lot.”

After being quiet for a while, the corners of Yi Shi's mouth twitched slightly, and he said lightly, "You can cry now, too."

He Zhao snorted, "Why should I cry? You are not my grandparents."

She didn't comfort him nervously or distressedly.

Of course, He Zhao couldn't say these words.

Yi Shi has no expression on his face: "I don't mind."

He Zhao: "Do you mind what?"

Yi Shi: "You can call me Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandma, and Mom."

He Zhao was speechless: "Young man, are you shameless? You want to take advantage of this?"

Yi Shi stretched out his hand and asked, "Have you finished ordering?"

He Zhao had already finished ordering takeout, and put the phone back in his hand: "After ordering, see what else you want."

Yi Shi took the phone and didn't look at it carefully at all. He Zhao watched him slide down, and quickly poked it, and the phone jumped to the interface of successful payment.

He Zhao: "Hey, don't you have anything to eat? Have you ever eaten hot pot? Do you know what hot pot is like?"

Yi Shi glanced at him: "Nonsense."

He Zhao: "Then why don't you order?"

Yi Shi: "You ordered enough."

He Zhao: "You didn't even read it, how do you know enough?"

Yi Shi's eyes flicked over again, and He Zhao immediately bit his straw and looked at him unwillingly to be outdone. It was inexplicably deadlocked like this, as if a game had started.

After a while, Yi Shi commented: "Childish."

He Zhao leaned back on the sofa: "You are not the same."