I was scumbag, he came to the door

On Saturdays and Sundays, there were quite a lot of people on the street, and Ai Qing chatted while driving.

"Brother Song, since you and Tang Shi are together, why don't you stay together? Zishui Apartment is close to me. It's convenient for you to make up lessons for junior girls, and it saves you from running back and forth."

The car ahead changed, and Ai Qing stepped on the gas pedal and quickly cut through, resolutely denying the possibility of subsequent cars jumping in line.

"I don't understand your interest. You don't want to move. Tang Shi bought the next door to your house. What are you doing for it? New happiness for the rich?"

Song Ci: "Drive well and watch the road."

"Also, I'm not rich, I'm not happy."

He didn't want to move, what else could it be for, but his last self-esteem was at fault, Song Ci felt that he was really living with Tang Shi in his house, others would not believe that they were in a relationship, and would definitely say that he was adopted.

Ai Qing muttered: "I'm just an ordinary rich second generation, and I don't have the happiness of being a super rich."

If the other party wasn't driving, Song Ci really wanted to slap him, and a second-generation ancestor who spent money casually complained about his life, and the social animal wanted to hit someone after hearing this.

Tang Shi was busy and was not at home, so it happened to be convenient for Song Ci to take the photo.

"The things were brought by my grandmother, don't worry, my uncle doesn't know." Tang Tangtang stuffed the photo album to Song Ci like a thief, "My uncle is not in the bedroom, no one is there, you can look through it however you want."

Song Ci grasped the key point: "How did you tell Mrs. Tang?"

Tang Tangtang: "Let's say that my future little aunt wants to see pictures of my brother-in-law. She is very happy, and all the stock at home has been packaged and sent over."

"Oh, by the way, grandma also said, you can send her WeChat, and she will send you the electronic photo."

Tang Tangtang didn't think there was anything wrong, she said it calmly, Song Ci's eyes darkened and he felt dizzy.

Before formally meeting with the parents, he first asked through the juniors to ask for black historical photos of his youngest son. Imagine that his raised son found such a partner, and he would definitely complain.

Song Ci staggered while holding the door frame.

Tang Tangtang couldn't stand it anymore, came over and grabbed the photo album and helped him carry it into the bedroom, still muttering: "The photo album is not heavy, little aunt, your body has been hollowed out, let me do it."

"I'll go back to my grandmother and ask for some kidney-reinforcing nutrition for you."

Song Ci: ...

"I'm fine. Besides, if it's about nourishing the kidney, it's Tang Shi, not me." He gritted his teeth and said, "He's older than me."

Tang Tangtang was surprised: "So you are really below, and then my uncle can't keep up physically, so you are disgusted by you?""

Old Song Ci blushed, and immediately drove Tang Tangtang out. How can a young girl be so open these days? Not only is she not surprised to see two men having sex, but she also cares about their sexual affairs.

The irrelevant personnel were driven away, and the room became quiet once the door was closed.

Song Ci put the photo album on the bay window, sat cross-legged on it, and looked at the photos in the sun.

Mrs. Tang also likes to take pictures. In the album, there are photos of Tang Shi's buttocks when he was just born. His big and round eyes are very pleasing to the eye.

Looking at this photo alone, it is hard to imagine that such a white dumpling will grow into a cold, paralyzed and abstinent face in the future.

In Hundred Days, Tang Shi was wearing a red bellyband, sitting in a stroller and smiling at the camera. Song Ci looked up and down, flipping through the photos one by one.

It's a pity that after Tang Shi went to school, there were fewer photos. There were only sporadic graduation photos in the album, as well as photos of him participating in various competitions.

What attracted Song Ci the most was the photo of Tang Shi standing on the podium in a suit.

The time was eight years ago on October 10th. At that time, Tang Shi participated in the painting competition held in Yancheng and became famous in one fell swoop.

He stood on the stage holding the trophy, with a small smile in his eyes, as if he knew someone was taking pictures, he deliberately glanced at the camera, his smile was warm and charming.

Song Ci thought about what he was doing eight years ago. At that time, he might be in the third year of junior high school, struggling day and night in the sea of ​​questions, and his dreams were all about mathematical equations.

With a 7-year age difference, many things he hadn't experienced before were already a thing of the past for Tang Shi.

Song Ci suddenly wanted to see Tang Shi. He opened WeChat and was about to send a message when he caught a glimpse of his circle of friends.

Song Ci has been busy since yesterday afternoon and has no time to check Moments, but Tang Shi actually posted on Moments!

Song Ci has known him for so long, and saw him send a message saying that he still threatened to snatch the cat.

"I buy vegetables and he cooks. Song Xiaoci said it's fair."

The accompanying picture is yesterday's lunch, and the publication time was 12:40 noon yesterday.

Tang shi was indeed playing with his mobile phone at that time, but he didn't expect to be posting on Moments.

The two don't have many friends in common, and they don't know what the others said. Song Ci liked him, and after clicking, he sent a bubbling emoji to Tang Shi.

Ci: "What are you doing JPG?"

After sending the message, a red dot appeared on the top, which was actually sent by the boss of the dormitory.

Song Ci switched the page.

"Do you have time in the evening, come out to chat, and don't tell us that you have found a boyfriend. Is it because you are afraid that I will let you treat me?" International practice, whoever has a date, treats, and it must be a big meal.

Song Ci hurriedly typed: "How is it possible, you can decide what you want to eat, I decided to invite you."

A galaxy of stars: "Bazhen Building is also okay?"

Ci: "Okay, I'll set the position right now."

A piece of galaxy: "My second child and I will go, take Tang Shi with you or not."

The other party didn't mind if he said that, Song Ci felt relieved, "I'll ask him if he's free, you're the focus, he's not."

After finalizing the time, Song Ci suddenly realized that he invited the boss and the others to dinner because he wanted to officially introduce Tang Shi to them, which could be regarded as integrating into each other's lives.

Although Ai Qing and him were brothers, Ai Qing had a mediocre relationship with the people in his dormitory, so he definitely couldn't eat together. If he found time, he had to bring Tang Shi and Ai Qing to have another meal, which was a formal introduction of their identities.

Song Ci found Ai Qing's WeChat and sent him a message.

"As the first of the two of us to get out of the singles, I decided to ask Tang Shi to treat you to dinner. You can choose any restaurant with a total price of less than [-]."

Not Aiqing: "????"

It's not Aiqing: "Brother, let's not talk about what will happen if I eat at the same table with Tang Shi, but with his worth, do you look down on me for a meal worth 1000 yuan?"

Ci: "He has money and I don't have money, think about me who needs AA."

Not Aiqing: "???"

Song Ci didn't reply to him, and Tang Shi made a video call directly after he sent a message and no one responded.

"Are you in my bedroom?" Tang recognized the background as soon as the video was connected.

Song Ci changed his posture and leaned lazily against the wall, with one leg stretched out and the other beside him, and the photos were scattered on both sides of his body.

"Yeah, what should I do if I miss you when you're not here, I can only come to your room by myself to see things and think about others."

Tang Shi actually posted on Moments to show off like an ordinary person, and even complained about life. Song Ci felt that this person was not that far away.

Even if he is dazzling on the outside, in private he is not a living and sparkling person.

Tang Shi was taken aback, Song Ci was acting like a baby with him?

"Shouldn't you go to bed when you see things and think about people? Roll on it, and then smell my smell and fall asleep, or do something else?"

Tang Shi took out the bluetooth headset and put it on, held up his phone and looked out. Song Ci could see the changing environment on his side through the camera, as if he had walked through the corridor and entered the elevator.

"If you don't come back at night, maybe I'll really roll on your bed, the kind of stripped naked."

Song Ci blushed after finishing speaking, and quickly changed the topic: "Are you in the elevator? Are you going out?"

Tang Shi: "Well, I'm done chatting with my brother, go back now, you can take off your clothes and wait for me."

Song Ci coughed dryly and just wanted to look away, but felt that he was too cowardly, it was related to his future family status, he couldn't do this because men were afraid of something.

"I think, but there is no chance. Do you have time in the evening? I have an appointment for dinner. Do you want to come together?"

While talking, Tang Shi's elevator reached the ground floor. After he got out of the elevator, he shook the key at Song Ci: "On my way home, the normal dinner start time is 18 o'clock, and it's just after 12 o'clock when I get home. Song Ci Do you think one afternoon is enough to get you naked?"

There were security guards and several company employees in the parking lot. Tang Shi didn't speak very loudly. His deep voice was deliberately lowered to make it even more hoarse and charming.

Song Ci's heart was itchy, and a numbness rose along the tailbone to the scalp of the brain, and his cheeks were flushed in the hot sun outside.

It's impossible to get naked or something, and it's even more impossible to roll together on the bed, Song Ci directly called out Tang Tangtang.

He is a qualified tutor who takes into account the physical and mental development of the students.

After Tang Shi came back for lunch, before he could call Song Ci to the bedroom, he was entrusted with the important task of washing the dishes, and Song Ci went to the study with Tang Tangtang.

"We have to study. I heard that the results of this test have been released. Your high math is once again stuck on the passing line and you only got 61 points in the test."

Song Ci's face was full of seriousness: "Only when you score above 80 points will you have an advantage in the final calculation of your grade point. If you do this, your grade point average will be lowered, not to mention that you still have a make-up exam."

Tang Tangtang looked at him suspiciously: "Could it be that you didn't want to face my uncle, so you dragged me here to take the blame?"

The purpose was exposed, and Song Ci coughed dryly: "No way, sit down and get ready for class."

He opened the book and found the previous page. This time he was going to talk about calculus, which was Tang Tangtang's weakness again.

In the summer, the air conditioner is turned on indoors, the sun shines in outside, and people are full of food and drink. A nest in a leather chair wants to see Duke Zhou, and then there are a bunch of mathematical formulas, and various Dense decimals.

Tang Tangtang yawned, and said weakly: "Little aunt, please let me go, we have two chairs, one for each, sleep for a while before class?"

The window was opened to let in air, and there were bursts of cicadas chirping from downstairs, one after another like a hypnotic charm. Song Ci himself was a little sleepy, so Ben tried to bear it.

Thinking of his salary, he was a little tangled: "But, your uncle is still outside."

Tang Tangtang: "Once the door is closed, he won't come in. Let's sleep in our room."

Song Ci felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't find an excuse to refute. Tang Tangtang was still adding fuel to the fire: "I'm not a high school student either, I'm just a college student who wants to graduate normally. There's no need for you to work so hard. .”

Song Ci was right when he thought about it, he closed the book resolutely, pulled the chair and ran to the window to bask in the sun and take a nap.

The two of them leaned against the window on one left and one on the right, and quickly fell asleep in the chair with their heads raised.

Outside, Tang Shi put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and cleaned up the dining table. After finishing the work, he felt a sense of accomplishment in participating in family building, and even took photos and sent them to Moments.

"Today's housework is up to standard." The picture is a clean and reflective dining table.

Mrs. Tang and Tang Ming quickly liked him below, and Gu Yuan even sent a shocked emoji and left a message below.

Gu Yuan: "Who is this person, you are not my brother Shi, you have been pierced by the soul."

Tang Shi didn't bother to talk to him, so he turned off his phone and went to find Song Ci.

It was quiet over there in the study, thinking that the two people inside might be in class, Tang Shi wouldn't bother him directly, thinking he would just take a look at Song Ci, and after running all the way back, he always had to look a few more times before he could rest.

He held the doorknob and gently pushed the door open...

The study is facing south with plenty of light in the afternoon, and the room is warm and harmonious. The green plants by the window are facing the sun, and on both sides of the window in front of the green plants, Song Ci and Tang Tangtang are sitting opposite each other, each lying on a chair and sleeping with their heads up. It's very sweet.

The corners of Tang Tangtang's mouth were slightly open, drooling, and Song Ci on the opposite side was snoring loudly.

Tang Shi: ...

He looked at his nails that were greasy from washing dishes, and then at Song Ci who was having a sweet dream. It was the first time he doubted life at such a young age.

Is it necessary to participate in such a thing as a sense of family participation?

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