Misfortune comes from the mouth

Maybe Qiao Qingze was too tired recently. He went to bed early this night, even He Chaji went to bed early. The next day was Saturday, but they both woke up during class time. Stretched on the bed, raised his foot and kicked the bed board: "Old Joe?"

Qiao Qingze turned over on it, the bed shook, but he didn't speak. He Chaji took the phone next to the pillow and looked at it. Zhou Peirong sent a message after twelve o'clock. He was already asleep at that time. He opened it and took a look, Zhou Peirong asked them to go by themselves, and meet at the gate of Baida Plaza at 10:30 tomorrow.

It's only after seven o'clock, and it's still a long time before the appointed time. He Chaji lay on the bed and didn't want to get up, but he was full of sleep and couldn't fall asleep now. Qiao Qingze turned over again, and He Chaji rested one hand on his pillow Under the head, he kicked the bed board again: "Old Qiao, are you awake?"

There was a sound of "hmm" from the upper bunk, and He Chaji pushed his back against his own bed, stretched both feet upwards, against Qiao Qingze's bed board, and pushed the bed board up abruptly: "It's so boring, old Qiao!"

"Don't move, be careful to break the bed board." Qiao Qingze reminded from above, just as He Chaji wanted to say that he was overthinking, he heard a "click", and a piece of wood broke off the upper bed board in front of him.

He was a little stunned, and kept his original posture for two seconds. Qiao Qingze didn't speak, and an awkward silence spread in the dormitory.

After a while, Qiao Qingze broke the silence: "I told you to be careful."

He Chaji withdrew his feet in embarrassment. The bed board was made of several thick pieces of wood. A broken one would not affect the stability of the bed board, but it felt sunken when sleeping. Qiao Qingze sometimes felt that He Chaji was just a little Child, he felt the sudden depression in his back and couldn't help sighing.

After He Chaji lay down on the lower bunk for a while, he put on his shoes decisively and got up. Very rarely, he took the initiative to take a rag and went into the bathroom to clean it up, and wiped the bed opposite him.

Qiao Qingze lay on the bed and tilted his head to look at him for a while, but couldn't help but get out of bed. He Chaji didn't know how to work, and even wiped the bed as if he was playing. Qiao Qingze was used to sleeping without a shirt on Already, he put on a white undershirt with his gloves on, walked behind He Chaji and looked at it for a while.

The wood on the bed board was not smooth, and there were many tiny wood thorns. He Chaji had no working experience at all, and the wood thorns pierced into the flesh when he rubbed it.

Qiao Qingze finally snatched the rag from him, frowned and told him to stand aside, He Chaji remained silent, no matter how you looked at it, it was his fault, he walked to the balcony door, facing the light He raised his hand and began to pick the wooden thorns in his hand.

The wooden thorn was pierced a little deep, pierced slightly obliquely from the bottom of his middle fingernail, almost the whole root went in, the wound was slightly bleeding, and it seemed to be very painful. He didn't feel it when he was stabbed, but now It was only when I saw the wound that I felt like my fingers were twitching a little.

When he was a child, his mother urged him to cut his nails, and when he grew up, he was urged to cut his nails by Qiao Qingze, so he developed a good habit of not leaving nails, but sometimes this habit is not good, for example, now he uses this wooden splinter There is no way.

After Qiao Qingze wiped the bed boards, he saw He Chaji standing alone at the door of the balcony with his hands raised, he didn't know what he was doing, he walked over helplessly, and saw He Chaji poke his wound vigorously with his eyes wide open. The wound was greatly enlarged by himself, Qiao Qingze sighed, feeling a little helpless: "What are you doing?"

He Chaji was about to stare into cross-eyed eyes, and before he could get out the wooden thorn in his hand, he heard Qiao Qingze's voice from behind, he was so moved as if he saw a savior, he gave up and made trouble with his hand again He turned around and stretched out his hand in front of Qiao Qingze: "I was stabbed, and I haven't gotten it out yet."

Qiao Qingze took a look at his wound, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash the rag on his hands, and after washing his hands, he dried the rag on the balcony in an orderly manner, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands again.

He came out and pulled a piece of paper to dry his hands. He Chaji's gaze followed him back and forth, and he waited for a long time before he came to pull out the thorn for him. Joe, it hurts like hell."

"Sit down." Qiao Qingze glanced at him and pulled out the chair, "What are you doing standing there?"

He Chaji glared at him, curled his lips, and sat down on the chair obediently. Qiao Qingze rummaged through the cabinet and found a small medicine box. He Chaji was stunned: "Fuck, our dormitory And this thing?"

Qiao Qingze ignored him, put the medicine box in his hand on the table, flipped through it, and took out a small tweezers, he dragged another chair out, and sat in front of He Chaji: "Hands Stretch out."

He Chaji stretched out his hand obediently. Qiao Qingze sat in front of him, lowering his head slightly, frowning a little, looking very serious. He really deserves to be a school girl. He Chaji once again felt ashamed. He saw After a while, he couldn't help but look away.

The wooden thorn was made deeper and deeper by He Chaji's actions just now. Qiao Qingze stretched it into the wound with tweezers. The pain caused He Chaji to subconsciously withdraw his hand. Qiao Qingze squeezed He Chaji's fingers tightly. Don't let him move, pursed his lips and taught him: "Don't move."

He Chaji cried out, not caring whether Qiao Qingze looked good or not, staring at the wound on his hand, the more he looked at it, the more painful he felt, and finally he couldn't help closing his eyes and crying.

Qiao Qingze put the tweezers on the table, and finally the thin wooden thorns were crushed by him. He helplessly patted the shoulder of He Chaji who was still howling: "Okay, stop screaming."

He Chaji opened his eyes a little, and realized that he had died, so he stopped crying, and raised his face to look at Qiao Qingze with a smile: "Thank you so much, Papa Qiao!"

Qiao Qingze smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, took out an OK bandage from the medicine box, and stuck it on He Chaji's finger: "Such a small injury, what's the big deal."

He Chaji chuckled and didn't speak. He is afraid of pain, but he is a man after all, so he doesn't have to be so afraid of pain. A large part of the reason why he screamed so fiercely just now was to brighten up the atmosphere. Now look at Qiao Qingze He seems to be doing very well.

He bent his fingers, and the knuckles that were attached to the OK stretch did not feel blocked. It seemed that Qiao Qingze attached it well.

Qiao Qingze stood up and sorted out the medicine box, and put it back. He Chaji followed him around and said, "Old Qiao, when did you buy this thing? Why don't I know."

"When did you know what's in the dormitory?" Qiao Qingze closed the closet door, without looking at He Chaji who was circling around him, and went to the table to check what he was going to bring today. He Chaji's total cash did not exceed one dollar A hundred, and there were only a few dozen yuan in the house. Today, he didn't bring his wallet at all, and all of them were rubbed against Qiao Qingze.

He Chaji didn't have a good habit of saving money since he was a child. He never got back the New Year's money after handing it in every year, and all the pocket money can always be spent and never saved. He often has to rely on Qiao Qingze for help, and Compared to him, Qiao Qingze is simply a low-key and luxurious rich man. Anyway, He Chaji has never seen Qiao Qingze short of money.

When I was a child, I was embarrassed when I was eating for the first time, but after so many years, He Chaji has already gotten used to it, and Qiao Qingze has no intention of correcting him at all.

"Hey hey, it's you." He Chaji smiled flatteringly, and walked over to Qiao Qingze's side. Qiao Qingze didn't even look at him. He lowered his head and took out several red banknotes from his wallet, and put them in his pants pocket , He Chaji craned his neck to look at Qiao Qingze's wallet, and was immediately surprised by the redness inside: "Fuck you, old Joe, you are so rich!"

He dug out his wallet, and there wasn't even a single red one in it, and the one with the largest denomination was fifty, which looked pitiful. Qiao Qingze took out another ten yuan and put it on the table, then put the wallet Put it back in the bag.

He Chaji understood that Qiao Qingze was planning to treat guests, so he picked up the ten yuan knowingly, and quickly put on his shoes: "Thank you so much, Old Qiao! I'll go buy breakfast!"

Before Qiao Qingze could answer, he closed the door and rushed downstairs. Qiao Qingze sat on the seat for a while, and seeing the messy quilt on He Chaji's bed, he couldn't sit still anymore. He folded his quilt, and by the way Helped him put all the messy electronic products on the bed on the table cabinet, but after not looking at them for a few days, He Chaji piled all these things on the bed again, which made Qiao Qingze feel a little worried about letting He Chaji alone people live.

When He Chaji came back, Qiao Qingze had already finished washing, and even He Chaji's clothes had been washed and hung out to dry. He Chaji put the buns on the table before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

After breakfast, they dawdled in the dormitory for a while. It was almost ten o'clock when the two of them took the bus to Baida Plaza. He Chaji stood under the license plate and looked at his phone. Zhou Peirong hadn't sent any message yet.

The sun is shining today, Qiao Qingze squinted his eyes slightly, his side face looks like it can make a girl scream, He Chaji can hardly imagine what kind of girl is worthy of this campus male god, anyway he has seen Among all the people, no one is qualified... Even Zhou Peirong barely meets the standard.

He instantly regretted that Zhou Peirong had asked Zhou Peirong to find a girl, but now it was too late, he tugged on Qiao Qingze's sleeve: "Zhou Peirong hasn't contacted me yet, let's go shopping first?"

Qiao Qingze came here with the mentality of accompanying He Chaji, so he nodded indifferently.