can i borrow your white paint

"Fuck!" Cheng Yi's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and after a couple of jumps, he grabbed the manuscript paper flying around.

"I'm sorry it happened so suddenly." He calmly folded the manuscript paper into a beautiful and neat square and put it in his pocket, "Come on, let's continue."

Fang Hengzhi: "..." He lowered his head and laughed, "You are amazing."

Gee.

Cheng Yi frowned: "Your tone doesn't sound right."

After he made a fuss, Fang Hengzhi completely lost the anger to discuss with him whether to pay New Year's greetings, and simply put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall: "No, your illusion."

"Are you pretending?" Cheng Yi looked at him with a little disgust, then put both hands in his trouser pockets, and then leaned against the wall, with the same momentum as the other party, "I will too."

"..." Fang Hengzhi's eyes widened slightly, and then he choked out a sentence after a while, "How old are you?"

Cheng Yi subconsciously replied, "Three years old."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Cheng Yi: "..." Damn it.

Fang Hengzhi: "..." He was actually just making fun of it.

Wow.

Cheng Yi reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth, wanting to kill himself three seconds ago.

Good guy, he himself felt as if he was mentally retarded, let alone the guy on the other side.

He didn't expect it to be fun.

And it's the kind that is so happy that you can't stand up straight and hold your stomach shaking.

But he has a good temper, so he stood there patiently and waited for the other party for a while.

But it's obvious that someone doesn't have this vision, and it seems that he wants to challenge someone's bottom line.

"Are you finished?" Cheng Yi was not very confident in his anger.

"Hey, don't be angry." The handsome guy touched the corner of his eyes with a smile, "You're so funny."

"Fuck." Cheng Yi also laughed angrily, "You said two years ago that my fist was on you, do you know that?"

"Then I thank you." The handsome boy hugged him with a fist.

Cheng Yi waved his hand grandly: "It's okay."

The two stared at each other silently for a minute, and Cheng Yi suddenly realized: "Fuck, that's not right. You just fucking kicked me."

As soon as the words fell, he stood up straight, as if he was ready to fight with the other party immediately.

Fang Hengzhi was taken aback by this, he opened his mouth, and then said in shock: "No, it's not over yet?"

Cheng Yi was also shocked: "Is this over?"

Fang Hengzhi fell silent.

Then, he covered his heart with one hand and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Because he admitted his mistake too quickly and his attitude was too good, Cheng Yi really didn't intend to care about it.

"Forget it." He sighed and waved his hand, "Forget it."

The handsome guy also seems to be a soft-bodied guy. Hearing this, he smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm really sorry, I didn't pay attention. How about I treat you to a meal?"

"No need." Cheng Yi stretched out his hand to remove the small grip on the back of his head, and then hung the rubber band on his wrist, his hair was unbound, and was instantly messed up by the wind, "I have something to go, and you Go back early. Goodbye."

When he turned around to pick up the painting bag, he added in his heart: See you again.

With the painting bag hanging firmly on his shoulder, Cheng Yi crossed a road without turning his head.

There was a simple canteen beside the road, and he left the bag of painting utensils with the owner of the canteen for the convenience of using it next time.

Fang Hengzhi stood where he was, and didn't do anything else for a while.

Because he saw him put the poor rubber band that was almost gone, and watched his desolate back carrying the painting bag and leaving, he couldn't help trembling.

... Otherwise, he'd better treat this man to a meal.

Cheng Yi didn't know what kind of impression he left in the eyes of the guy who only met once during these short 5 minutes.

He was still happily picking out a lollipop.

He pulled a bunch of Alps and asked, "Boss, are there any original ones?"

"If you can't find it, then it's gone." The boss is an old man in his fifties, and he speaks slowly and quite casually.

Cheng Yi turned around, but he couldn't find the original Alps.

He sighed, picked up a strawberry one and a double-layered one casually, took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and left.

It's just that as soon as he left the canteen, he looked up and saw someone across the road again.

Cheng Yi: "??" Still not leaving?What are you keeping?

No, this is not a problem.He brushed his hair in wonder, thinking, the problem is that it doesn't matter to me whether you go or not, but what do you mean by staring at me here?

He even suspected that the other party was provocative and felt that it would be a pity not to fight.

But the other party didn't do anything aggressive, just took a deep look at him, then turned around heavily and left.

Cheng Yi: "???" His little head was full of great doubts.

No, is it his illusion?Why did he feel the subtle sympathy in the other person's eyes across the road...?

"Fuck," he murmured to himself in confusion, "isn't it easy for a handsome man to have a brain?"

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence in his heart: Of course, I am an exception.

Cheng Yi stood there thinking for a while, but he couldn't think of a result, so he stopped thinking about it.

It was just a small episode, and it was quickly forgotten.

He put on his earphones and leisurely walked home.

Cheng Yi lives on Linwan Road, which is a very, very long road. There are small stalls and shops on both sides of the road, and it becomes a bustling market at night. It is not like the bustling city center, but it is not a bit lively.

There is a school here, named No. 50 Middle School, which has been the worst public school in the city for [-] years.

To be able to keep falling year after year is actually pretty impressive to be honest.

After all, Zhengyi still has the attached middle school and No. [-] middle school with two big heads sitting back and forth to grab it.

It can also be said to be a miracle to sit firmly in the No. [-] Middle School.

And Cheng Yi's school is the student of this miracle school.

He turned around a small alley unhurriedly, turned around again, and came to the door of his house.

This is a small one-story house, which is rare in this city.

"Mouton." Cheng Yi turned the key in his hand and called out to the door, "Brother is back."

There was a "squeak" from the door, he pushed it open, and looked down to see a half-sized boy running over.

While running, he yelled "Brother" in a sticky voice.

Cheng Yi looked at him and couldn't help laughing. He patted the child's head: "Mouton, did you do your homework well when I was away?"

The boy named "Mouton" is about eight or nine years old, fair and clean, with a chubby face, presumably he was raised very well by his family.

Hearing that the child raised his head, blinked his big watery eyes and nodded.

Cheng Yi was very relieved. He squeezed the child's face, then put the double-layered lollipop in his pocket into the other's palm: "Good boy, I will reward you."

Seeing the lollipop, Mouton's eyes lit up instantly, and he raised his voice and shouted, "Brother, I like you the most", and then hugged Cheng Yi vigorously.

Cheng Yi stood firm even after being swung by him, probably because he was used to being pounced on.

He pushed the child away and threw him into the living room to watch TV, and then went to the other party's bedroom by himself.

The bedroom was not big, a small bed and a desk took up most of it, and the children's homework was spread out on the desk.

Cheng Yi was very relieved that it was too late to collect after finishing writing.

He walked over and wanted to check the children's homework.

As a result, the moment his eyes came into contact with the homework, his face froze instantly.

After a while, the child who was happily eating candy and watching TV in the living room heard the roar from the bedroom.

"Cheng Moutong!!!"

The voice was loud, as if to help the government demolish the bungalow.

Cheng Moutong was startled, the lollipop in his mouth was crushed into two halves.

……

"Let me ask you, what have you been doing while I've been away for most of the day?" Cheng Yi sat on the sofa with a straight face, looking at the child standing with his head bowed opposite him, "You didn't move a single word for me?"

The blank homework book was spread out on the tea table between the two of them, very eye-catching.

Cheng Moutong didn't speak, just lowered his head and played with the hem of his clothes.

Cheng Yi stared at him and rambled on for a long time, but he didn't get a single reply, so he couldn't help getting angry: "Cheng Moutong!"

Cheng Mutong's shoulders shook, seeing that his brother was really going to get angry, he raised his head and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Yi frowned: "Who are you sorry for? What's the use of saying sorry to me? Tell me what you have been doing for most of the day? Our house doesn't seem to have any electronic facilities for you to play with? I don't believe you can Staring at this broken TV without internet for so long!"

But when he asked, Cheng Moutong stopped talking.

Cheng Yi squinted his eyes, leaned on the sofa loosely, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Be honest, tell me, did you run out of the house to play alone behind my back?"

Cheng Mutong blinked his eyes, then wished he could bury his head in his chest.

When Cheng Yi saw him like this, he knew that he had guessed right, and immediately raised his heart, almost suffocating himself to death.

He glared at the child angrily, wanted to scold but was reluctant to scold, and finally waved to him irritably after holding back for a long time: "Go back to your room and finish the homework for me!"

Cheng Mutong just waited for a sentence, and when he heard this, he quickly ran back to the room with the blank notebook, and closed the door swiftly.

Without the disturbing children, the living room was suddenly quiet, only the sound of cartoons on the TV remained.

Cheng Yi was paralyzed on the sofa, silently watching the great achievements of the barking team on TV, and the dogs who didn't know their names jumped up and down one by one, which made him even more annoyed.

"Fuck." He cursed in a low voice, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

Now, the last sound in the living room was gone.

The lamp above the head is not very bright, the warm yellow color makes the surrounding of the sofa dim, and the teenagers in a group on the sofa are also reflected in their exhaustion.

Cheng Yi's 1.8-meter body lay there in aggrieved position. After a long while, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

It's the end of the month and it's time to pay the rent.he thinks.

The clock on the wall rang "da da", Cheng Yi counted silently, and when the 60th chime sounded, he simply sat up.

Stretching and twisting his neck, he stepped on his slippers and walked towards the small kitchen.

Angry is angry, don't starve a child.

But there must be small punishments, so the eight-treasure meal promised to Cheng Moutong this morning is gone.

When the white noodles were dropped into the pot, the phone in his pocket rang.

Cheng Yi copied the chopsticks with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other and answered, "Hello?"

"Brother Yi!" The voice on the phone was rather heartless, "Shift changes tomorrow, have you packed your things?"

Cheng Yi paused slightly: "Shift change? When did it happen?"

The man sighed: "Brother Yi, you escaped the grade meeting again? Tomorrow, we will start choosing subjects and dividing into classes! The art class will also be divided!"

The water in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, Cheng Yi casually let out a "hmm", and then went on to serve the noodles.

"Just 'huh'?" The voice rose twice, "So have you packed your things yet?"

"No." Cheng Yi answered it as a matter of course, "So thank you for your hard work, Ermao."

"Fuck, can we not call it that?" The voice was depressed.

Cheng Yi chuckled lightly.

The person on the phone was Du Mao, the second child out of four in his family, so his parents gave him such a nickname.

It was nothing when I was a child, but when I grew up, Du Mao realized how ugly this name was, and since then, no one has been allowed to call it out.

But there are still some people who are not afraid of death and secretly scream.It's okay if you don't get caught, but once you get caught, you'll have a disfigured face.

But Cheng Yi was an exception.

He was the only one who could call "Er Mao" to his face, and Du Mao didn't dare to resist.

"Oh, I understand," Du Mao said in a desolate tone, "I was born to worry about your ancestor."

"That's your honor." Cheng Yi wasn't flattered in the slightest, and even cracked an egg in the pot steadily, "Thanks for your hard work."

"..." Du Mao resigned to his fate, "Yes! I'll clean it up for you right now."

This time Cheng Yi finally became a human being, and said mercifully, "I'll treat you to dinner later."

"You can pull it, don't invite me, just take care of your little one." Du Mao laughed, "How is the little guy?"

When Cheng Moutong was mentioned, Cheng Yi sneered: "If I don't skin him, he will be lucky for three lifetimes."

"..."

Cheng Moutong, who was writing furiously in the bedroom, sneezed.