They all said the school grass likes me

"Come here first, it's windy now."

Zhong Yue was stuck for a long time, and only said this sentence.

His mind seemed to be soaked by the rain, and went blank for a short while, until Zhou Yu walked up to him, under the eaves sheltering from the wind and rain, and asked with a smile: "Which floor do you live on?"

As the distance got closer, the faint smell of alcohol in his breath made Zhong Yue's heart full of strangeness slowly become real.

It turned out that he was drunk, no wonder the elementary school bully was more relaxed than usual, and no wonder he gave people such... unusual feelings.

But after discovering this, Zhong Yue had no time to explore his strange mood just now.

If the elementary school bully talks and smiles like this on purpose, it's... seductive.

But if he drank too much, it would make him feel more distressed.

I still quarreled and drank with my father, and my distress was doubled.

"I live on the second floor." Zhong Yue said, "Come."

Zhou Yu nodded and followed, only then did Zhong Yue realize that he was actually carrying his schoolbag.

Zhong Yue: "..."

I don't forget to carry my schoolbag when I go out after drinking.

How can you behave like this.

It makes people feel distressed and want to laugh.

"Let me carry the schoolbag for you." Zhong Yue said, "Why are you carrying a bag when you come to me?"

"My dad won't let me study, so I'll come and study." Zhou Yu said, "I will also supervise your study."

He was obviously angry, but he still had that lazy, dragging tone of voice.

Terrible.

The tone was the same as that lazy smile, Zhong Yue thought he had already endured this strength, but when Zhou Yu spoke, his heart beat faster.

His intuition told him that it was very dangerous, so he didn't dare to answer Zhou Yu's words and led him upstairs.

-

Zhou Yu walked lightly, without the weight of his schoolbag, he felt that people could fly.

It was really good to drink. When walking towards Zhong Yue, he didn't hesitate at all. It turned out that he came over on his own initiative, and Zhong Yue would go downstairs to pick him up.

He felt that he was not drunk, otherwise he would not be able to come here safely.

But he also knew that he was not very sober, and his mind was filled with a kind of light happiness.

During the process of going upstairs, Zhong Yue didn't talk to Zhou Yu until he knocked on the door, and Zhou Yu stood two steps below, obediently waiting.

Zhong Yue entered the door, poked his head out and waved at him: "Come in."

Zhou Yu followed, and changed into slippers when he entered the room. The room was filled with a faint aroma of wood incense, which was very elegant, lingering and diluting the slightly drunkenness in his mind.

There was an aunt standing by the door, wearing a long floral dress, with short shoulder-length hair that was naturally curly, and there were some wrinkles around her eyes and lips, but she still looked kind and beautiful.Especially her eyes, the outline is very familiar, and the smile in her eyes is bright and warm.

"This is my mother." Zhong Yue introduced Zhou Yu, then turned to his mother, and said a few words in Cantonese.

"Hello, Auntie." Zhou Yu bowed obediently, because of the strength of alcohol, the bowing motion even passed 90 degrees in an instant.

He looked into Zhong Yue's mother's eyes and wanted to say something.There was a voice in his head telling him not to make trouble, but he completely ignored it: "Auntie, Ah Yue looks a lot like you, you both have beautiful eyes."

Zhong Yue turned his head in shock and said a few words to his mother.

Zhong Yue's mother froze for a moment, then laughed happily.

"My mother doesn't understand Mandarin at all, so I will translate." Zhong Yue said, "She said thank you, you are very cute."

"Well, you are cute too." Zhou Yu said, pointing to Zhong Yue, "I mean you."

Zhong Yue's expression was blank, and he coughed several times.

Zhong Yue's mother murmured a few more words to Zhong Yue, and then kept laughing. Zhou Yu didn't quite understand what they were laughing at, and was deliberating whether to ask with his chaotic mind. Zhong Yue suddenly asked him first: "What are you talking about?" Have you had dinner yet?"

"No." Zhou Yu rubbed his stomach, "I'm a little hungry."

"My mother said to make you something to eat." Zhong Yue asked, "How about making some porridge to warm your stomach after drinking wine?"

"Okay." Zhou Yu said, bowing again to Zhong Yue's mother, "Thank you, auntie."

Zhong Yue's mother nodded and started laughing again.

Zhong Yue sighed, grabbed Zhou Yu's shoulders and pushed him onto the couch, "Lie down here for a while."

Zhou Yu felt that he didn't need it, but Zhong Yue was very energetic.

He didn't quite listen to his feet, so "Paji" fell down.

A Cantonese TV series was playing on the TV in front of the sofa, and Zhong Yue threw a pillow over. Zhou Yu refused to accept it, wanting to prove that he didn't need to lie down, so he hugged the pillow provocatively, and put his face on the soft peach skin.

I heard Zhong Yue make a phone call, and said to the other side: "Hello, yes. Zhou Yu will stay at my house for one night. Don't worry, uncle, he is fine."

"Who are you calling!" Zhou Yu shouted, "Don't talk about my itinerary!"

Zhong Yue's voice froze instantly. Zhou Yu saw his back turned to her, and his shoulders trembled for a long time before turning around and looking at him with a smile in his eyes, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense."

Zhou Yu snorted contentedly, pressed his face against the pillow, and fell asleep without even counting three sheep.

-

I had a very presumptuous, relaxed and sweet dream.

When I woke up from the dream, my nose was full of rice fragrance, and my ears heard the noisy prelude first, and I didn’t know the content, but it was very similar to Shulaibao’s Cantonese song.

"Having a son is not necessarily a blessing, and marrying a daughter-in-law requires dividing the house*..."

Zhou Yu rubbed his painful forehead, opened his eyes, and realized that this was a strange room.

It is full of life, warm and bright. In front of you is a coffee table with half a bowl of nuts on it. There is a vase with dried flowers under the coffee table. Opposite is the TV, which is playing Cantonese songs.

Probably a prelude to a certain TV series, the picture looks very old, at least it is a product around the millennium.

Wait, here is...?

"Are you awake?" Zhong Yue's voice rang in his ears, with a slight smile.

Zhou Yu raised his head in shock, and found that Zhong Yue was sitting on the small sofa next to him, looking at him with a smile.

Zhong Yue?

Aren't they all on vacation?

Zhou Yu's drowsiness disappeared in an instant, he sat up awkwardly, rubbed his eyes hard and looked again, Zhong Yue didn't disappear into a phantom, but his smile deepened.

Zhou Yu looked around again.

Only then did he notice that Zhong Yue was sitting next to him, wearing a striped pajamas with short sleeves and long pants. From expression to movement, he was extremely lazy and relaxed, and he could only be in this state in one place.

……Depend on.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes and fell down again.

Could it be that he ran to Zhong Yue's house and asked Zhong Yue's mother to cook for him? It was not a dream, but a real thing.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes, and opened them cautiously after five seconds.

A glass coffee table with nuts on it, a TV playing drama... and Zhong Yue, who was sitting beside him, wearing a striped pajamas.

The only difference from before is Zhong Yue's lines: "Why are you still pretending to be asleep?"

Zhou Yu's hope was completely shattered, and he covered his face with a pillow with a whimper, and the voice came out muffled from the cracks in the pillow: "This can't really be your house."

"Then can there still be fakes?" Zhong Yue laughed, "My mother and I did a home renovation while you were away?"

Zhou Yu was so ashamed that he didn't want to talk, but he still had to ask, "So, why am I at your house?"

"You have to ask yourself this question." Zhong Yue said, "You take the rainy weather downstairs to my house and tell me..."

"Let you take me in?" Zhou Yu answered with the last glimmer of hope and the last 99 traces of despair.

"Correct answer." Zhong Yue snapped his fingers, "If I don't bring you up, it would be too inhumane."

……

Zhou Yu covered his face with a pillow in despair: "Then, I won't see your mother again, will I?"

"Yeah." Zhong Yue smiled.Although invisible, he clearly nodded.

"I won't still say that you look like Auntie, will I?" Zhou Yu smelled the increasing fragrance of porridge in the air, feeling hopeless, "I won't let her cook for me, will I?"

"No." Zhong Yue smiled, "It's just that she wants to cook for you, and you happily agreed."

Zhou Yu: "..."

He felt that he should escape from this planet overnight, but, without knowing it, he went to someone else's house and slept on someone else's sofa?

Now he was so embarrassed that he didn't even have the courage to take the pillow off his face and sit up.

"So, how much did you drink?" Zhong Yue asked in a low voice, with a subtle smile.

The voice got closer, and it should have moved to the edge of the sofa where he was lying.

Zhou Yu curled up, leaving a place for Zhong Yue to sit, still covering his face, "Half a can of beer."

"Drinking half a can of beer like this?" Zhong Yue was stunned.

"It's that kind of long can." Zhou Yu explained in a low voice, "That wine is fruity, I may have drunk too much by accident."

"Large long jar, fruit flavor." Zhong Yue paused, "Isn't there a fancy print on it?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yu said, "You do understand."

"...That's not beer, it's brewed wine, the alcohol content is much higher than beer." Zhong Yue suppressed a smile and sighed, "You can be more careful in the future."

Zhou Yu moved the pillow away a little bit in shock, revealing half of his eyes, and looked at Zhong Yue in shock.

"It's not beer, it's in cans?" He couldn't believe it.

Zhong Yue didn't answer, just stared at him for three seconds, then suddenly covered his face with one hand, laughed until he collapsed on the back of the sofa: "Fuck... can you show your face, I don't want to talk to the pillow .”

It seems that it is indeed possible, there is no one else in the room, so Zhou Yu reluctantly took off the pillow.

Then it was not easy to lie down, so I switched to a sitting position, holding my knees with my hands, and curled up next to Zhong Yue, like a small mushroom.

"There are too many drinks in cans, you have to look at the alcohol content." Zhong Yue sighed while laughing, "Then you can stroll here, and you can't stop drinking. I don't know whether to praise you for your good drinking capacity or good luck."

He handed over a small plate of cashew nuts: "Come, eat something to fill your belly, my mother is still making porridge."

Zhou Yu ate a few cashew nuts, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his operation was outrageous. He poked Zhong Yue: "Can you apologize to my aunt?"

"Apologize for what?" Zhong Yue asked in surprise.

"I..." Zhou Yu was at a loss for words, "I was so offended, I can't stand it when I think about it."

"That's not true. This is the reservedness of your schoolmasters." Zhong Yue said, "My mother thinks you are so cute when you drink too much. You can praise her porridge for a while, and then praise her breakfast tomorrow morning. Can be happy until next month."

"Do I really want to live here?" Zhou Yu was taken aback, "Will it bother you too much?"

"Otherwise, you still want to run away after teasing?" Zhong Yue glanced at him, "Stay here An Fen, ah."

Zhou Yu said "Oh".

The tips of the ears are a little red.

The feeling of staying in someone else's home is usually unfamiliar, especially the smell here, whether it is the light fragrance of woody incense, or the aroma of porridge and rice from the kitchen, Zhou Yu has never come into contact with it.

But now he didn't feel too restrained,

Although he was sitting on the sofa like an ornament and didn't dare to move, Zhong Yue had already brought his schoolbag and put it on the side, and someone was sitting on the side with him, so generally speaking, he was quite relaxed.

Maybe a place with Zhong Yue is quite relaxing.

It's just a little... a shame that came from nowhere.

Zhong Yue wearing home clothes gave him a very different feeling. The loose striped style had two buttons open. The two of them sat on the same sofa, which was different from the usual chairs. When he moved, Zhong Yue could Feel it, and he can feel it when Zhong Yue moves.

Some kind of boundary between the two is subtly breached into another, softer, more informal, more private territory.

For Zhou Yu who has always maintained a sense of distance when interacting with people, this is something he has never experienced before.

Zhong Yue was playing with his mobile phone. This time it was a small game similar to Tetris. Seeing Zhou Yu approaching, he asked casually without raising his head, "What happened to you and your dad this time?"

Very relaxed attitude.

So even Zhou Yu's tense nerves relaxed in the noise of the TV and the fragrance of rice wafting in the room.

"It's still the same, let me go to the warehouse with him to see how to load and order the goods." Zhou Yu sighed, "I don't want to go, the ideas are different, and then we quarrel."

"En." Zhong Yue nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Drink some wine after the quarrel, and then." Zhou Yu said unnaturally, "I ran here."

Zhong Yue chuckled twice: "You are very chic today. You don't need me to coax you."

It is indeed not as pitiful as before, because what Zhong Yue said that day made him suddenly enlightened.

"Is it because the alcohol has not gone away?" Zhong Yue asked.

Zhou Yu: "..."

To continue chatting, the kitchen door opened, and Zhong Yue’s mother came out with a small clay pot with two ears in both hands. Zhou Yu and Zhong Yue jumped up at the same time to pick it up, but Zhong Yue’s mother smiled and made them perfect. Dodging, looked at Zhou Yu again, and said to him, "It's hot."

Auntie's Putonghua pronunciation is really fragmented, and it took Zhou Yu five seconds to understand this word.

But her tone was so gentle, and the way she looked at Zhou Yu was so gentle.

So what she said is actually not that important.

Zhou Yu couldn't speak for a while, his chest was blocked by a complicated and hot emotion, so he could only smile at her.

The small clay pot was placed on the light pink floral tablecloth. Even though it was a small pot, it was still about the size of Zhou Yu's face.

The bottom of the porridge is soft and thick, and you don't need to get close to smell the rich aroma. Two fat, white poached eggs lie in the porridge, and you can see large slices of beef.

Zhong Yue's mother put two pairs of chopsticks and two spoons over. Zhong Yue said a few words to her, and then dragged the chair to Zhou Yu's side: "She asked me to eat with you."

"Then Auntie won't eat by herself?" Zhou Yu was taken aback for a while.

"We've already eaten." Zhong Yue smiled, "So eat more, or you won't be able to eat, and you will be scolded for wasting food."

"Okay." Zhou Yu said, "Thank you, Auntie, for me."

"Thank you just now." Zhong Yue still smiled, "Eat well."

Zhou Yu scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and sipped it slowly because he was afraid it would be hot.

Just the right amount of saltiness, strong aroma, and a bit of spiciness lifted by shredded ginger. The soft, glutinous and warm taste is extremely healing. Even on rainy days that are most likely to fall into depression, it can also give people a sense of happiness. .

"How is it?" Zhong Yue asked immediately after watching him finish his first sip.

"It's a hundred times better than the one in the restaurant," Zhou Yu said.

"Mom!" Zhong Yue turned his head and shouted in Cantonese, "He said your porridge is the best in the world!"

Zhong Yue's mother's eyes were bent into two crescents, she smiled and scolded him: "Your mouth is full of nonsense."

Zhou Yu continued to drink porridge, it was delicious, and he was also hungry.

Zhong Yue didn't eat in a hurry, and sat beside him, chatting with him—in fact, it was almost Zhong Yue who was talking alone.

"My mother basically can't understand Mandarin, she has never read a book, and she has no contact with anyone." Zhong Yue said, "The key point is that she must have a lot of things to tell you. I guess I will be dragged to be an interpreter."

"Why do you have so many things to say to me?" Zhou Yu asked, feeling a little flattered.

After the words fell, Zhong Yue's mother stood up from the sofa, ran to the kitchen for a walk, brought out a white and fat glutinous rice cake, and put it in front of Zhou Yu.

Zhong Yue stretched out his chopsticks to take them, but she slapped his paws, and then went to watch TV as if nothing had happened.

"She likes you as soon as she sees you, and she wishes you were her youngest son. She likes to hang out in front of whoever she likes." Zhong Yue smiled, "Just now you fell asleep, and she said you are good, if I go out to drink She will definitely scold me when I come back, old double standard."

Hearing this, Zhou Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh.Whether it's the seemingly intimate relationship between Zhong Yue and his mother, or Zhong Yue's mother's tender care for him, he feels happy.

But I don't know why, but my throat is tight and my nose is sore.

"I'm going to wash my hands." Zhong Yue stood up.

He left his seat, and the figure between himself and the other side of the sofa disappeared.

Zhou Yuming knew that if he looked over to the sofa now, he might not be able to control his emotions, but he couldn't help but looked over eagerly.

As if by telepathy, Zhong Yue's mother happened to look over, her eyes met, and she smiled lovingly.

An unstoppable dampness suddenly surged in my heart.

When Zhou Yu was five years old, his mother passed away unexpectedly. At that time, he didn't understand the weight of life and death, and his memory was not clear, so he never felt that he was missing anything, and he also regarded his mother as his warm memory and support.

But until sitting here, being greeted by Zhong Yue's mother, being fed snacks, being watched with a smile, being wrapped in a delicate and ironic love that is completely different from his father... so old that it is almost forgotten Emotions surged in the bottom of my heart.

They don't look alike at all.

When I saw him laughing, it was exactly the same.

Zhou Yu lowered his head and gulped down the porridge. The steam from the small clay pot was billowing, making his vision blurry.

"Why is he crying?" Zhong Yue's mother was a little nervous, poking Zhong Yue's back frantically, "Do you not like my cooking?"

Then he muttered, "Oh, by the way, he is from Chongqing, I should have added more peppers to him, I was negligent."

Zhong Yue kept staring at Zhou Yu, frowning slightly with concern, but when talking to his mother, his tone was relaxed: "Mom, what are you thinking about? It’s not enough to make people cry.”

"That's right, then he is now..." Mom looked at Zhou Yu worriedly.

"Watch your TV, I'll coax you." Zhong Yue smiled.

Zhong Yue could probably think of why Zhou Yu was crying, so when Zhou Yu started to be in a daze, he excused himself to wash his hands and left.

But he didn't dare to think deeply.

Even if you don't think about it, you will feel that it is really a pitiful little person who makes people feel distressed.

While Zhong Yue was chatting with his mother, Zhou Yu shed tears heartily for a while.

He wasn't very sad at first, it was a kind of longing mixed with heartfelt, warm and sour emotions.

Tears were falling, and the mood gradually improved.

Rubbing his eyes, he continued to drink the porridge. The porridge made by the aunt almost contained more beef than rice. Zhou Yu ate it desperately, and only ate two-thirds of it.

When he was almost done eating, Zhong Yue sat back down again: "Have you finished eating?"

"I haven't finished eating yet." Zhou Yu pointed to the clay pot in front of him, "It's really too big."

"It's okay, save the rest for breakfast tomorrow." Zhong Yue said, "Fry some more egg dumplings and make some side dishes, it's very rich."

Zhou Yu:?

"Wait a minute." Zhou Yu stared at him, "Didn't you say that Auntie would scold you for wasting money if you couldn't finish eating?"

"That." Zhong Yue was startled, with a smile in his eyes, "I'm afraid you won't eat, and I want to coax you to eat more."

"..."

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The two of them cleaned up the dishes together, and Zhong Yue's cell phone began to receive messages.

He glanced at him: "Tong Qing and the others asked me to have a supper at night, do you want to go?"

"Tonight?" Zhou Yu was a little surprised, "Isn't it raining now?"

"It's more comfortable to have supper on a rainy day." Zhong Yue smiled, "Let's go, let's go together."

"Wait." Zhou Yu almost agreed, and suddenly remembered a decision he had made before, and grabbed Zhong Yue's arm.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Yue was taken aback.

"You are not allowed to go today." Zhou Yu said, "You have to study."

"?" Zhong Yue's face was blank.

Zhou Yu looked at Zhong Yue seriously, and repeated: "You promised before that you will study with me."

The words sound outrageous, Ping Zhongyue will definitely not agree.

To be honest, he remembered that he did not promise to study with Zhou Yu, but only promised him to go to school in the afternoon.

But... Zhou Yu looked at him seriously, his dark eyes seemed to be able to speak.What's more, after shedding tears just now, the redness around his eyes has not faded away, and the tip of his nose is also slightly red. On his fair and clean face, this redness is even more pitiful.

Facing Zhou Yu like this, Zhong Yue felt from the bottom of his heart that even saying "no" would be a great sin.

10 minute later.

"Does Ah Yue not go out at night?" Mom asked curiously when she passed by Zhong Yue's room.

"Study tonight!" Zhong Yue shouted.

Continuing to grimace, he turned to the book in front of him that gave him a headache.

Zhong Yue now understands that what Zhou Yu said "let you study hard" is not a joke. What he took out of his schoolbag except for a collection of mathematical thinking exercises are all basic questions, which are obviously all For Zhong Yue.

"I think of me when I drink too much." He sighed, "Should I express my gratitude?"

"If you want to thank me, study hard and do more questions." Zhou Yu said.

"..." Zhong Yue looked at him in astonishment, "I haven't said that I want to thank you, have I?"

Zhou Yu slightly bent the corners of his mouth, and pushed a math book in front of Zhong Yue, "Read it quickly."

Zhong Yue instantly became dumb.He lowered his head to face the book.

After studying for more than an hour, I took Zhong Yue to make up a wave of basics.

Although Zhong Yue didn't listen to the lectures, when he was on duty, he had heard a few things, so he didn't know what Zhou Yu said, which was quite reassuring.

In fact, Zhou Yu was already pleasantly surprised that he could sit here steadily.

"Okay." Zhou Yu looked at the time on the phone, "You can rest now."

Zhong Yue jumped up from the chair in an instant when he heard the words, and collapsed on his own bed with a bang.

"get out of class is over—" he dragged his voice half-deadly, "Teacher Zhou, go take a shower and get ready to rest."

"Break so early?" Zhou Yu was taken aback.

He went to bed around this time, but he often saw Zhong Yue still posting to Moments in the early morning.

"Normally not, but today I'm exhausted." Zhong Yue's voice was so lazy that he almost collapsed into strokes and collapsed on the bed, but he dragged his legs to get up again, "By the way, I'll find you a set of pajamas."

Zhou Yu moved to the closet curiously. Zhong Yue had a bunch of T-shirts, black and colorful printed ones. The most exaggerated thing was that Zhou Yu also saw a leopard-print laser one.

Once he saw it, he couldn't move his eyes away, his pupils trembled, and he pointed at the huge leopard-print laser T with trembling fingers: "This is..."

"Do you want to wear it?" Zhong Yue glanced at Zhou Yu in surprise.

"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no." Zhou Yu instantly turned into a single word repeater, and after expressing his emotions firmly, he pointed to the leopard print again, "I just didn't expect that you still have this kind of clothes? "

"That can't be done." Zhong Yue pulled out the T from the back of the shelf, "It's not me, it's Yao Haoyu's clothes."

Yao Haoyu is the PHS in the group of four. He has blond hair and a wolf tail. He has a funny temper. He didn't expect to have such a side.

"He plays in a band and wears fancy clothes." Zhong Yue explained, "I think his parents will scold me for wearing this clothes back, so I put them here for storage."

"Yeah." Zhou Yu looked at the T-shirt with a leopard-print background that was constantly changing under the light, "Parents are right."

Zhong Yue looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help laughing: "I think so too."

Finally, Zhong Yue pulled out a large white T-shirt and threw it to Zhou Yu. The clothes only had a patch pocket with a small print on the left chest, and then threw a pair of light and soft beige trousers.

Zhou Yu was stunned holding these two pieces: "Are you wearing all white?"

"It suits you." Zhong Yue said without looking back, "Besides, I won't go out to meet people."

"Okay." Zhou Yu weighed his clothes and looked again, "Where is the bathroom?"

Zhong Yue pointed in the direction, "Use mine for facial cleanser, and there is a new one in the toothbrush cabinet. Oh, by the way, do you want that...underpants?"

Zhou Yu's ears turned red slightly: "I brought it."

"Ah?" Zhong Yue was stunned.

"I should have brought it." Zhou Yu didn't look at Zhong Yue, turned back to his schoolbag and rummaged for a while, and actually took out a small translucent bag.

At that moment, the expressions of Zhong Yue and Zhou Yu were a little split.

"...Why did you bring this with you when you came out?" Zhong Yue was shocked.

"I don't know, just ask." Zhou Yu pointed at his temple with a slumped face, "The person who drank wine is not the same person as the one now."

Zhong Yue suddenly wanted to ask: Who is it you who smiled and "begged for shelter" just now, but before he could ask, Zhou Yu had already slipped into the bathroom with a change of clothes in his arms.

Zhou Yu came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and blow-drying his hair for a long time.

Zhong Yue's mother has already gone back to her room to watch TV, the hall is very quiet, only Zhong Yue's room door is ajar, and the light spreads a bright small fan shape, it seems that there are only him and Zhong Yue in the whole house.

The quiet environment suddenly made Zhou Yu a little cautious, a little nervous and shy, he quickly coughed twice to break the silence, and then pushed open the door, thinking about what he wanted to say to Zhong Yue to start——

Zhong Yue didn't even raise his head, and sat on the edge of the bed, concentrating on playing mobile games.

Zhou Yu: "..."

Well, it's not that tense anymore.

"Are you done?" Zhong Yue glanced at him, "Do you want to read the book again? Or rest?"

"I can't do the questions now, and I feel dizzy. After taking a bath, the alcohol seems to come up again." Zhou Yu said, "Just take a rest, or else."

Zhong Yue glanced at him again, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't drink next time, minors are not allowed to drink."

It was a very common declarative sentence. Zhou Yu felt that he was being molested for no reason, so he replied angrily: "Oh."

Zhong Yue finally finished playing the game, put his phone on the bed, stood up, and said, "I'm going to take a shower too."

Zhou Yu responded, and Zhong Yue's actions suddenly made him realize that something is important or not, but it must be resolved.

"By the way..." Zhou Yu asked hesitantly, "I'm staying at your place tonight, right?"

"Hmm." Zhong Yue propped himself up on his elbows and studied Zhou Yu, "You've already taken a shower, don't you still want to run?"

"Of course not." Zhou Yu sighed, and asked a little uncomfortably, "I just want to ask, where should I sleep tonight?"

"Here." Zhong Yue patted his bed.

"What about you?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Me too..." Zhong Yue just patted his bed, his expression froze, "Should it be here?"

For no other reason.

It's just that Zhong Yue's bed really looks a little small, and it's so single that it can't be any more single. If they weren't both thin, they might not be able to lie side by side.

"Let's try it first." Zhong Yue thought for a while and said, "No, I'll sleep on the sofa outside."

"Let me go, where can the master sleep on the sofa." Zhou Yu said.

"...I'm not sure I have to sleep on the sofa, okay?" Zhong Yue sighed.

makes sense.

Zhong Yue went to take a bath, Zhou Yu climbed into bed to read, and Lao Lin gave him some book lists, allowing him to accumulate literary knowledge and composition materials.Watching it engrossed, Zhong Yue pushed open the door and came in, dressed in the lemon scent of shower gel.

"I suggested changing to a bigger bed before." Zhong Yue said while wiping his hair with a towel, "Otherwise Tong Qing and the others would have no place to stay when they came, but they were ruthlessly rejected."

Zhong Yue's room is not big, and it takes up a lot of space inside. There are bookcases, wardrobes, and an exhibition cabinet filled with various small models. If the bed is enlarged, it is really impossible to get in.

"So what if he comes over, you two share the same bed?" Zhou Yu asked.

"No, I usually go to his house." Zhong Yue said, "He has a big bed, and Yao Haoyu and Ah Hao are fine."

Zhou Yu imagined the four of them huddled together on the same bed, and wanted to laugh: "What about Chen Ankang?"

"He has never participated in our kind of party." Zhong Yue said, "Tong Qing and I have been together since junior high school, and Akang didn't know each other until high school."

Among Zhong Yue's four younger brothers, Chen Ankang is the one with the hottest temper, and the one who talks the least to Zhou Yu.

But Zhou Yu didn't want to gossip about the interpersonal relationship around Zhong Yue, it was too complicated.

"I'll get you a glass of water." Zhong Yue said, "Do you want plain water or mineral water?"

"Mineral water." Zhou Yu said, "I don't boil water much at home."

"Okay." Zhong Yue staggered out.

Zhou Yu was interrupted, so he stopped reading the e-book and switched to WeChat.

He doesn't read WeChat very much. He didn't have many friends who talked a lot before, but now he has Zhong Yue as one, but when he is by his side, there is no need to look at his phone.

However, the class group was still the same as before, swiping the screen with countless messages, among which Zhou Yu saw a reminder from @他, so he clicked on it.

- Tong Qing: @周玉, is that you?

There is also a row of repeaters underneath.

Confused, Zhou Yu searched for a long time, and finally found his former relationship.

At eight o'clock, Tong Qing sent a message:

-Tong Qing: Do you want to have a supper on Qimiao Street tonight?

- Tong Qing: @钟粤, boss, organize a wave

-Yao Haoyu: @钟粤, boss, organize a wave

- Tian Yuan: @钟粤, boss, organize a wave

-Su Zhihao: @钟粤, boss, organize a wave

……

The same content swiped the screen for a row, and Zhong Yue finally bubbled up.

-Zhong Yue: Not going tonight, I have something to do.

- Tong Qing:?What's up?

- Zhong Yue: I have an appointment.

Zhou Yu's eyes widened in astonishment, and the response below was just like his reaction, full of question marks.

-Yao Haoyu: @钟粤, is there a situation?

-Su Xiaoquan: I can't believe it, the class grass in our class was kicked by someone?

After a lot of guesswork, Zhong Yue responded with a sunglasses bunny.After that, Zhou Yu was shocked to see the sentence he just saw.

- Tong Qing: @周玉, is that you?

Zhou Yu:?

The key is really him.

My heartbeat was inexplicably uneven.

Others were forming below again. Some said it was impossible, but others said that the pretty guy has never been bubbling, and it seems that he is really with Brother Yue.

In the end, Tong Qing jumped out to smooth things over, saying that pretty boys basically don't read WeChat.The big guy thought that this was indeed the case, so he turned back to pondering about Zhong Yue. Zhou Yu kept flipping through the pages, and the latest news was "Sunglasses Rabbit" just posted by Zhong Yue.

Just when he saw the rabbit with sunglasses, new news jumped out again.

-Tong Qing: Do you think of us young people?

- Yao Haoyu: Are you having a good time tonight?

-Su Xiaoquan: Brother Yue, what program is on tonight [狗头] [狗头]

- Zhong Yue: suffering

Zhou Yu: "..."

Just two words caused a bunch of outrageous and even more outrageous speculations. Zhou Yu was watching, when Zhong Yue pushed the door in, put a bottle of cold mineral water by his hand, and glanced at his screen: "Don't worry about these, They were just joking."

"I know." Zhou Yu said, "I'll just take a look around to relieve boredom."

"Yeah." Zhong Yue said, "Sleep now? Did I turn off the light?"

"Okay." Zhou Yu said.

With a "snap", the room was plunged into darkness, leaving only the glowing lights of the two mobile phone screens.

Although he had already agreed to turn off the lights, Zhou Yu was still taken aback for a moment, and raised his head to look at Zhong Yue.

In the dark, Zhong Yue could only see Zhou Yu's small white face under the fluorescent light of his mobile phone, his slender neck hidden into his collar, and his beautiful dark eyes looking at him, a bit like a ghost.

cute ghost.

Now that you are sleeping, you have to divide the side.Especially for such a small bed, the territory must be well marked.

"Are you sleeping in there?" Zhong Yue asked.

Zhou Yu thought for a while, "I'll sleep outside, I don't like facing the wall."

If you sleep in the bed, you can only face Zhong Yue if you don't face the wall. The bed is so small, it's okay for Zhong Yue to face him with his back, but it would be too embarrassing if he faces him too.

"Okay." Zhong Yue said, "Then you sleep outside."

The bed sheets rustled, and his side sank slightly. Zhou Yu moved aside to make room for Zhong Yue.

It is very hot to sleep in this weather, and it is impossible to completely cover the quilt.

The two shared a small thin quilt and covered it below the waist, so as not to be caught cold by the air conditioner.

There was only one small quilt, and Zhou Yu felt that when Zhong Yue went to bed, his side barely moved, so he couldn't help but care about him: "Can you cover it?"

"It's covered." Zhong Yue said, his voice sounded a little low, "Take care of yourself."

Zhou Yu responded, and got into the quilt by himself, and felt that he had robbed Zhong Yue's half of the place, so he picked up a small piece of quilt, gave it to Zhong Yue, and gently put it on his waist: " Don't catch a cold."

"I won't." Zhong Yue said.

Zhou Yu said "hmm".

Neither of them spoke anymore. The room was dark and quiet, only the air conditioner could be heard.