can i borrow your white paint

When Cheng Yi opened the door and entered, Fang Hengzhi was packing up his homework.

Hearing the movement, he immediately turned around and asked, "Why did you come back so late?"

"What? My fast legs? 10 minutes back and forth?" Cheng Yi stepped past him and nestled on the sofa, then picked up the car key with one finger and placed it in front of him, "Here."

"Then how do you go home?" Fang Hengzhi took it back and stuffed it into the backpack together, "Walk back?"

"It's the 21st century," Cheng Yi glanced at him, "Is it rare to be able to take a taxi?"

"..." Fang Hengzhi gave a "tsk" and touched his nose, "I found that you love to hold grudges."

"What kind of revenge is this?" Cheng Yi waved his fingers seriously, "This is called revenge."

Fang Heng gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "Debating ghosts, I won't watch the next one if it doesn't have you."

"Yo, are you still looking at this stuff?" Cheng Yi dangled his right leg next to the sofa, and kicked someone "accidentally", "You are idle."

Fang Hengzhi wiped off the shoe prints on his legs in a good temper: "I don't watch it. I just know there is such a show."

"Then you really know how to quote." Cheng Yi kicked him again, "Chinese argumentative composition must be good, right?"

"Unfortunately, my Chinese composition is the worst." Fang Hengzhi knocked off the shoe prints on the trouser legs again, "Don't worry, this pair of trousers is more than 8000."

"..." Cheng Yi's leg, which was about to kick out, stopped in the air in a half-suspended state, "Are these pants inlaid with gold?"

"The one inlaid with gold is too ugly." Fang Heng was delighted, "Don't take a taxi later, my dad will get off work soon, and I'll ask his driver to take you off."

"..." Cheng Yi didn't want to complain anymore, "What is your father's identity?"

"The brick mover at the construction site." Fang Hengzhi picked up his bag, "Let's go, wait for him downstairs."

Cheng Yi hesitated: "Forget it, I'll just go back by myself, and I won't trouble you."

"What's the trouble?" Fang Hengzhi pulled him up, "It's not like our family doesn't pay the driver."

Cheng Yi wanted to say something else: "No, it's not this question..."

Fang Hengzhi interrupted him: "Just treat it as sending me off, and then send you off by the way."

Cheng Yi shut up, he compromised.

Standing on the stone steps in front of the Internet cafe, Fang Hengzhi suddenly asked him, "Are you coming to class tomorrow?"

"Ah?" Cheng Yi was taken aback by his question, "That must be normal, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing." Fang Hengzhi looked at him and smiled, "It's just that I didn't see you for more than ten hours last week, so I'm asking if I'm lucky enough to meet Brother Yi tomorrow."

"Fuck, you are a hermaphrodite? I will obey you if you are yin and yang." Cheng Yi was convinced, and picked up a plastic bag by his feet and threw it into the trash can. "Don't worry, you've already called me brother. If I want to give it to you, it is not impossible for you to meet me."

"Brother Yi is wise." Fang Heng knew that he had no face to speak of.

"Hey, I'm really puzzled," Cheng Yi turned to look at him, "You really don't feel burdened by calling me brother?"

After asking this question, Fang Hengzhi touched his chin and thought about it seriously: "It's really not a burden. You are already older than me."

"How do you know?" Cheng Yi narrowed his eyes, "Do you rich people still hire that kind of detective to investigate people?"

Fang Hengzhi: "..." Not really, really not.

He looked at the person next to him without a word: "Aren't you all good at drawing with big brains?"

Cheng Yi probably also knew that his guess was too outrageous, so he didn't reply to him, but just hummed in a moderate voice.

Fang Hengzhi didn't hold on to this question: "I didn't check you, but I saw you when I was helping to process student files in the Academic Affairs Office when I first entered school."

"Fuck, you just entered school?" Cheng Yi's eyes widened instantly, and he said in surprise, "You have such a good memory? Does that mean you can remember everyone who you read at the time?"

"Do you regard me as a god?" Fang Hengzhi felt that his image as a schoolmaster was really successful in this person's heart, "I only took a few more glances at you because you are handsome, and your birthday is quite unforgettable. Yes, I will remember it."

"You remember me because I'm handsome?" Cheng Yi didn't believe it at all, "Then you didn't recognize me the first time you saw me? Who are you lying to?"

Fang Hengzhi sighed: "I really didn't lie to you, I didn't recognize you because you... the shape of your hair has changed a lot."

Cheng Yi: "..." Oh, that is really a past that I don't want to recall.

When he first entered school, he didn't have time to take a one-inch photo, so he submitted a photo of the second year of junior high school.

But that photo was taken late in the second year of junior high school, and he forgot to cut his hair, so he took the photo with his bangs, which were extremely unsuitable for school rules.

If it wasn't necessary for one to start school, he would never allow this kind of photo to reappear in the world.

But a certain colorless person is still chattering now, and continued to say with great fearlessness: "I was quite puzzled at the time, how could such a nice guy have such a hairstyle. What do you think he thinks?"

Cheng Yi felt that one of them must die today: "I think that young man wants you to ascend to heaven right now."

Fang Hengzhi bent over and laughed for a long time.

Laughter is easily contagious. At first, Cheng Yi looked at Fang Hengzhi and smiled like a fool, but after a while, he laughed with Fang Hengzhi like a fool.

"Fuck...can you stop?" Cheng Yi rubbed his stomach and laughed, "I'm out of breath!"

"No..." Fang Hengzhi also squatted happily, "I could have stopped, why did you have to laugh with me?"

"Are you fucking still shouting "Catch the thief?" Cheng Yi rubbed his face, turned his back to him, "If you're still smiling when I turn back, you're dead."

Fang Hengzhi let out a muffled "hmm".

After a while, there was a car horn on the road.

Cheng Yi guessed that Fang Heng knew his family's car.

Fortunately, both of them have stopped at this moment, otherwise the old man would have thought that his son had made a friend with a psychopath.

As soon as this idea came out, Cheng Yi froze for a moment.

How come he still...really regards Fang Hengzhi as a friend?

"Yo? My dad isn't in the car." Fang Hengzhi greeted the driver, "Hello, Uncle Wang." Then he opened the rear door for Cheng Yi, "Why are you standing there? Come on."

Cheng Yi came back to his senses: "Oh, good."

He bent down and got in, and reported his home address to the driver by the way: "Please send me to No. 107 Linwan Road, which is at the northernmost end of this road. Thank you for your hard work."

Fang Hengzhi smiled, and climbed up after he finished speaking.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom doesn't look like Cheng Yi's favorite car, but the back seat is quite comfortable.

But no matter how comfortable it is, he still can't sit very well.

He looked at Fang Hengzhi, who was dozing off without a human figure, and thought that this old fox was indeed a child of a rich family.

You are not on the same level as yourself.

The "child from a rich family" seemed to sense his gaze, and opened his eyes before he could turn his head around: "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Yi: "?"

Fang Hengzhi was dissatisfied with his silent answer, and touched his stomach: "Aren't you hungry? I'm hungry."

Cheng Yi: "..."

It's amazing that children from rich families are also hungry.

This guy really doesn't care about his image at all.

Fang Heng asked again unwillingly: "Are you really hungry?"

"A little bit." This time Cheng Yi replied very sincerely, "So I have to go home and cook for Cheng Moutong."

"You can cook?" Fang Hengzhi blinked, "It's a pity, I still want to take you back to my house for a meal."

"Farewell, Cheng Moutong is my younger brother anyway, I don't want him to starve to death." Cheng Yi said.

"That's right." Fang Hengzhi shook his head lazily, and called frivolously, "Good brother~"

Cheng Yi got goose bumps from being called out, and regardless of whether his pants were expensive or not, he kicked him as soon as he stretched his leg, and cursed in a low voice, "Are you sick?"

Fang Hengzhi covered his face, his shoulders shook, and he seemed to be holding back a laugh.

Cheng Yi didn't want to have a convulsion with him, so he turned his head and looked out the window out of sight.

A few kilometers may sound like a long journey, but it only took ten minutes to drive, and Cheng Yi arrived home in no time.

He didn't let Fang Heng know that his driver turned into the alley, and got off the car by himself on the side of the road: "Thank you."

"Why are you polite?" Fang Hengzhi opened the car door and window that he had closed, then put his arms on the door frame and looked at him with a smile, "Leave?"

Cheng Yi didn't want to beat him anymore, so he turned around and left.

Fang Hengzhi was still smiling: "See you tomorrow, brother Yi!"

Cheng Yi raised his middle finger with his back turned.

Fang Hengzhi watched him disappear into the alley, then retracted his head, and said softly: "Uncle Wang, go back to Azure International."

Azure International is less than 100 meters away from New Century Internet Cafe.

It's really... on the way.

Cheng Yi failed to take Cheng Moutong home.

Because Cheng Moutong was impressed by Lai Xiao's culinary skills, he couldn't think of leaving anymore.

He scorned the little white-eyed wolf, then went to the self-service ATM, and interrupted to buy something to eat at a noodle shop at the entrance of the alley.

It's meal time now, and there are quite a few people in the noodle shop, but most of them are eating noodles with their heads down.

This city is a busy city. Even friends and relatives who invite out to have dinner together are all playing noodles on their mobile phones.

The owner of the noodle shop is his landlord, and he has to pay the rent when he comes to have a meal.

It's the end of the month, and there is no reminder, but he can't help it.

"Auntie." Cheng Yi went to the back kitchen and knocked on the table next to Auntie Zhumian, "Is it hot?"

The middle-aged woman was taken aback, and when she saw him coming, she laughed and cursed: "Stinky boy, why is it hot? How hot is it in April?"

"It's almost May." Cheng Yi smiled, "Auntie, let me pay the rent and eat a bowl of noodles, okay?"

"What's wrong with that?" The landlady smiled and pushed her to sit in the lobby outside. "You sit, and my aunt will finish making beef noodles for you."

"Okay." Cheng Yi watched her dodge to the back kitchen, then got up and went to the lounge on the right.

More than 30 red banknotes were tied up by him and placed in the printed canvas bag on the doorknob.

My aunt has a good heart, so I don't think she will accept all of it in person. He already owes his aunt a lot of love, so it's really inappropriate for him to be less.

"Noodles are here!" When the landlady brought out the noodles, Cheng Yi had already returned and sat down.

"It's still so delicious." He took the noodles, "There's so much beef on it? Aunt, you're not losing money if you sell it for ten yuan a bowl?"

"What's the loss? Can it be a loss if we eat it for Xiao Yi?" The landlady wiped off her sweat, and smiled until her eyes were slit. "Try it quickly!"

"Hey." Cheng Yi picked up a chopsticks of fine noodles and stuffed them into his mouth, saying vaguely, "It's even more delicious than before!"

"It's fine if you like it." The landlady sat opposite him cheerfully, "Don't worry about the rent, as long as you and Mouton can eat well!"

"Okay." Cheng Yi smiled, the hot beef noodles kept smoking, making people's eyes a little sour.

He ate very quickly, and a bowl of noodles went into his stomach in no time.

"Auntie, I'm leaving. I still have to do my homework tonight." He wiped his mouth with two pieces of paper. "Next time I am free, I will bring Mouton to play with you!"

"Okay, Auntie is welcome here anytime!" The landlady sent him to the door, "Slow down on the way back."

"It's just two steps, auntie don't worry." Cheng Yi hugged her gently, "Auntie, get off work early, don't be tired."

This aunt has two houses, and the monthly rent can also be six or seven thousand, but people feel that collecting money every month is too boring, so they simply open a noodle restaurant for entertainment.

Her husband left early, and her son went to Guangzhou early in the morning, and he might not be able to come back for the new year and holidays. Living like this alone is not boring.

"You boy, don't worry about it!" The landlady patted him, "I'm fine here!"

"That's fine." Cheng Yi said, "Leave?"

"Let's go!"

The wind chime "jingle bell" at the door rang for a while, and then calmed down again.

Linwan Road is not noisy at noon, unlike the rush in the morning, unlike the noise at night, it is quiet, with only a few sporadic whistles.

In fact, to be honest, it's quite comfortable.

But Cheng Yi has lived here for eight years, and he just finds it boring.

He has known Lai Xiao for eight years, and Du Mao for six years. Even if these neighbors are not familiar, they probably know all of them.

He has walked a road from the beginning to the end, inside and out, and he already knows the people and things here like the back of his hand.

As he was walking, he suddenly thought of Fang Hengzhi.

What do you mean... His birthday is very memorable?

Uncle Cheng couldn't fall asleep when he thought of a question but couldn't think of an answer, so he simply took out his phone.

It has been more than a week since he became friends with the old fox, and this is the first time he has taken the initiative to find each other.

Fang Hengzhi, who was in Weilan International, had just finished accepting Ms. Ru Ting's nagging and Fang Zechang's sarcasm, and received a message before the food in his stomach was packed.

[No Head]: Why is my birthday unforgettable?

Fang Hengzhi raised his eyebrows, and returned a message to Cheng Yi under the bombardment of the couple.

[F]: Because your birthday is December 02, 12.

[No head]: Any questions?

[F]: Mine is January 03, 1.

[No head]: ...

[No Head]: You're really fucking boring.

Fang Hengzhi smiled and didn't return.

The author has something to say:

First of all, Brother Fang didn't care about Cheng Xiaoyi at all here, and he didn't have any wrong thoughts here. He just thought Cheng Xiaoyi was a cute and good boy!

Hehe, I think the reason why the old fox changed Cheng Xiaoyi's note is easy to guess!