can i borrow your white paint

Usually when Cheng Yi is not free, Du Mao's mother usually does the job of picking up Cheng Moutong.

So before going home, I have to go and get the little boy.

After wandering around the mall, he finally decided to send someone a message.

[Your father will always be your father]: Do you study by yourself at night?

If not, then he will go to the south corner of the city to paint.

Fang Hengzhi returned quickly.

[Old Fox]: How is it possible?I'm at home.

[old fox]: /pictures/

This is a photo taken of the protagonist standing in front of the kitchen stove. In the photo, the pots and pans are all cut out and randomly placed by the sink.

...Looking quite embarrassed, those who didn't know thought it was just after the end of World War II.

With trembling hands, Cheng Yi slowly pressed a few words.

[Your father will always be your father]: Are you fucking trying to tear down my house?

[Old Fox]: Isn't this hungry?

[Your dad will always be your dad]: Won't you order takeaway when you're hungry?For your mobile phone?

[Old Fox]: I thought, people should try something new /rose/

"..."

Cheng Yi closed his eyes and turned off the screen with a push of his thumb.

There is no one to replace you when you get sick, calm down, don't argue with idiots.

He didn't bother to ask why this guy didn't study by himself at night, so he rented a small e-donkey and ran to Du Mao's house.

On the other side, Fang Hengzhi who was in the kitchen waited for a long time but did not wait for the news from the mobile phone, so he sighed silently.

The dishes he currently knows are instant noodles and fried rice noodles, and now it seems that this may be the end of it.

This may be the pinnacle of his culinary skills in life.

The refrigerator in Cheng Yi's house is full of ingredients, which seems to be enough for him to try a few more times.

Although Fang Hengzhi is indeed a person who does not give up easily, he was afraid of trying again so he emptied the small refrigerator.

When Cheng Yi saw that the refrigerator was empty, he must have beaten him to death.

No exaggeration, definitely the kind of beating to death.

He tossed and turned in the refrigerator for a while, and finally closed the refrigerator reluctantly.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, Fang Hengzhi held the refrigerator door with one hand, took out the phone with the other and connected the call.

"Hey?"

"Why did you answer the phone?!" The female voice on the other end of the phone was very excited, "You didn't go to study late at night??"

Fang Hengzhi pinched the bridge of his nose, and said helplessly, "Mom, keep your voice down, you're going deaf."

Ru Ting felt tired after listening to him: "Don't talk nonsense to me."

"Well, not up." Fang Hengzhi let go of the hand holding the refrigerator, changed his posture and leaned on the refrigerator, and said lazily, "Go back to my classmate's house to clean up."

"What do you need to pack? You didn't bring anything at home. What did you pack? Pick up the trash?" Ru Ting satirized him rudely, "Our house is less than 10 minutes away from your school by car, so I will I don’t know where is it far from your school? Do you still want to live at your classmate’s house?”

"But his home is less than 10 minutes' walk from the school." Fang Hengzhi said, "It's not like you don't know how long Linwan Road is. One is south and the other is north."

"Put it down, I think you just want to find a reason not to go home!" Ru Ting muttered dissatisfied, "Do you think me and your father are annoying?"

"No, Mom, don't think about it." Fang Hengzhi lowered his eyelids, and smiled helplessly, "It's really close, I can sleep more. I get sleepy easily, and it's good to sleep for 10 minutes more. "

"In that case..." Ru Ting's voice hesitated, "Otherwise, I'll give you a residence hall next semester?"

Fang Hengzhi didn't give an accurate reply right away, kicked the floor, straightened up and walked towards the living room: "No hurry, let's talk about it after the end of the exam."

Boys at this age are already very assertive, Ru Ting had no choice but to nagging him a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Fang Hengzhi looked at the phone with a black screen for a while, then threw it on the coffee table, leaned back, and smashed it into the sofa.

Ru Ting has such a hot temper, she always seems to be able to find all sorts of reasons to nag him, almost every time she goes home she chatters about big and small things until he goes to bed.

Although he knows that she loves him very much, treats him well, and is a good person, he still feels tired sometimes.

Being loved is not always all about being happy.

He doesn't want to play with his phone for the time being, and he doesn't want to do homework for the time being. He just wants to chat with someone.

But his dear "new roommate" ignored him.

Fang Hengzhi sighed sadly, and started counting the number of grids on the lamp above his head when he had nothing to do.

The lampshade in this living room is a black and white grid, and there are grids of various shapes, densely packed, and I don't know how busy the people who count it are.

After an unknown amount of time, the door lock clicked.

As soon as Cheng Yi led Cheng Mutong into the house, he heard the people inside say: "There are 21 triangular grids in your house, 42 squares, 7 pentagons, 13 hexagons, and 2 heptagons. There are only 4, the octagon has not been found yet, but the nonagon with the most angles has [-]."

Cheng Yi: "..." How fucking idle is this!

Cheng Mutong poked his head out from behind him, with a puzzled look on his face: "Brother Fang Hengzhi? What are you talking about?"

As soon as the child's voice came out, Fang Hengzhi immediately sat up like a spring, and looked like a decent big brother: "Mouton? Are you so late after school?"

"No." Cheng Mutong squinted his eyes happily when he saw him, and ran towards him briskly, "Auntie Du picked me up."

Fang Hengzhi smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled him over to sit on his lap: "Have you had dinner then?"

Cheng Mutong shook his head, pointed at Cheng Yi: "It must be made by Brother Chichi."

Cheng Yi, who was named, had just changed his shoes, when he heard the words, he glanced at the child angrily, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the quilt and pillow bought at the door towards the sofa.

Fang Hengzhi hugged Cheng Moutong with one hand, and firmly caught the big burden with the other: "What is this?"

"Your pillow." Cheng Yi stretched his waist, "I'll cook after I wash my hands. What do you want to eat?"

When he said "your pillow", Fang Hengzhi's eyes curled up in laughter, and when he asked what he was eating, he patted his thigh and said cheerfully: "Sweet and sour pork!"

"It's too late, don't do it." Cheng Yi rejected him coldly, without mercy, "Think realistically."

"I want scrambled eggs with tomatoes!" Cheng Moutong thumped his short legs twice, jumped off Fang Hengzhi's lap, and ran to his brother, "I want curry potatoes!"

"Okay." Cheng Yi patted his head, the hair was already a little long, and it was time to cut it, "You go to do your homework, and I will cook."

Cheng Mutong nodded, carrying his schoolbag into the bedroom.

Fang Hengzhi didn't speak at that moment, just smiled and looked at the two brothers, like a kind old mother.

Cheng Yi was terrified by his eyes: "What are you looking at?"

"You look handsome." Fang Hengzhi replied casually, stretched his long legs, and kicked the coffee table twice, "Quick! Brother Yi! I'm going to starve to death!"

"You're starving and you don't order takeaway?" Cheng Yi didn't understand his operation, "What? Your parents cut off your ration fee? Can't afford takeaway?"

"That's not true." Fang Heng smiled, "Didn't I know you would come back to cook?"

"Yo?" Cheng Yi wanted to laugh, and hooked the corners of his mouth, "What does my cooking have to do with you?"

"Wouldn't this be a chance for me to have a meal?" Fang Hengzhi stood up, walked over and gently took his hand, and said affectionately, "I know Brother Yi is kind-hearted, so he won't ignore me."

"..." It was disgusting enough, Cheng Yi trembled all over, and quickly pulled out his hand, "Go away, stay away from me."

Fang Hengzhi let out a lazy "hmm" from his nasal cavity, then staggered back to nest on the sofa, and watched him go to the kitchen sideways.

Walking to the door, Cheng Yi suddenly remembered something and turned to look at him: "Do you have any taboos?"

Fang Hengzhi sighed: "Don't you remember what I told you before?"

Cheng Yi sneered and didn't say a word, just looked at him like this, as if "you'll get out if you don't say anything".

"..." Fang Hengzhi rubbed his nose, "I don't eat spicy food, I don't eat onion, ginger, garlic, onion, I don't eat too salty, I don't eat animal offal, I don't eat fatty meat, lettuce, spinach, celery, etc. I also have a lot of food that I don’t eat, and I can’t tell at once.”

"..." Cheng Yi's hand holding the door frame almost softened, "Forget it if you starve to death."

He murmured in a low voice, "Why are the old men so hard on you?", turned around and went into the kitchen.

The glass door of the kitchen was closed with a "bang", Fang Hengzhi squinted his eyes and smiled, and stretched out his hand to take the big baggage that hadn't been opened in the future.

Inside was the pillow that Cheng Yi bought for him.

He selectively ignored the small quilt, pulled it twice with his hands, and took out his own small pillow.

When the red pillow came into view, Fang Hengzhi was slightly stunned for a moment. After looking at it for a long time, he finally recovered and realized that it was a fox.

His mind turned quickly, and he suddenly thought of the way Cheng Yi called him an "old fox".

hiss.

He bit his lower lip, feeling a little unspeakable in his heart.

It tickles like a feather scratched.

Cheng Yi cooked very quickly, and cooked three dishes in a short while.

Although there was no sweet and sour pork that Fang Hengzhi wanted, but there was marinated beef, and it was too late to make rice, so he ordered noodles and made some noodles with fried sauce.

As soon as the food was brought to the table, Fang Hengzhi actively called out Cheng Moutong.

The child jumped up and ran over and grabbed his hand.

When Cheng Yi came out after washing his hands, this was what he saw—two sticks, one big and one small, were sitting obediently at the dining table, looking at him together.

"..."

He twitched his brows violently, thinking that these two really looked like people, but in fact one was more inhuman than the other.

Especially the one surnamed Fang.

Fang Hengzhi saw him coming out, swung his arm, and stretched out the chair for him: "Brother Yi, please sit down."

"It's good to have a wink." Cheng Yi rarely praised him, "Eat it, if you don't have enough noodles, you can fill it in the pot by yourself."

"Okay——" Cheng Moutong responded, bowed his head and began to chop noodles, it seemed that he was really hungry.

Fang Hengzhi was dazed for a while propping his head with one hand, then he lowered his head and started to eat.

The three of them didn't talk much at the dinner table, and Cheng Yi ate fast in the first place. When he finished eating, Fang Hengzhi only ate half of it.

"Why are you so slow? Don't take the wild route when eating?" He leaned back in the chair and poked the man's back with great interest.

"Eating is about chewing and swallowing carefully." Fang Heng said calmly, "Eating too fast is not good for the stomach."

"You look like an old cadre at this moment." Cheng Yi frivolously pulled the hair on the back of his head, "Eat first, I'll go in and do my homework for a while."

Fang Hengzhi couldn't hold back, and laughed: "You really don't look like a scumbag."

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows, stood up and yawned: "I don't want to be a scumbag either."

Fang Heng paused, turned his head slightly, and watched him slowly walk back to the bedroom.

After Cheng Yi returned to the bedroom, he didn't care about what happened outside. Cheng Moutong could take care of himself, and Fang Hengzhi was unreliable, but he could help take care of the children.

He stood up to digest his food, and took out the physics book Fang Hengzhi gave him from his bag.

If possible, no one wants to be a scumbag.

There was no movement outside the door to disturb him, and for a while there was only the mechanical sound of the electronic alarm clock on the table "da da".

The night outside the window gradually covered the entire sky, and at some point, the street lamps had been turned on silently.

Reading a book is actually very taxing on the eyes, and when Cheng Yi came to his senses and blinked his dry eyes to look at the alarm clock, he realized that it was already past 40:[-].

It is actually quite rare to be alone in such a quiet place without any miscellaneous things surrounding him.

He put away his physics book and was about to go out to see what the two restless people outside the door were doing.

The wooden door squeaked with his movements, and Fang Heng, who was lying on the sofa reading a book, turned his eyes and smiled and said, "Yo, are you done?"

"Learning is endless." Cheng Yi walked over, "I'm tired of studying. Where's Cheng Moutong?"

"He finished his homework, and now he's going back to the room to pack his schoolbag." Fang Hengzhi also put down his political book, and moved his body into the sofa, "Come, sit down."

"Sit down." Cheng Yi took his political book and flipped through it, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Going to bed so early?" Fang Hengzhi sighed, "Then where should I sleep? I can't really sleep on the floor, right?"

"Use your toes to think about it, how is it possible?" Cheng Yi stuck the political paper on his face, "Can I trouble you, old man, to move and stand up?"

Fang Heng knew how to save face, and stood up obediently.

Cheng Yi rolled up his sleeves, bent down and reached out to touch the sofa chassis.

He remembered that the landlord's aunt told him that the sofa could be spread out and used as a bed. He tried it once at that time, but he didn't use it much afterwards.

I groped around under it with my hands, and it took me a long time to find the small round button.

Pressing hard with the index finger, the back of the sofa suddenly made a "clang" sound, and then fell down instantly, level with the sofa seat, becoming a bed.

Fang Hengzhi and Cheng Yi were taken aback.

Fang Hengzhi looked at the sofa in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh, "High technology."

Cheng Yi didn't expect it to be so sudden, and he sighed inexplicably: "It looks pretty solid, there shouldn't be any safety issues, you... just let it go?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, Fang Hengzhi sighed: "Okay."

Cheng Yi was very satisfied with this behavior of being aware of the times and the situation. He patted the man on the shoulder and said, "I'm going to take a shower, and you can go to the cabinet on the wall of my bedroom to get two quilts and spread a bed." Layer upon layer."

Fang Hengzhi nodded: "Okay, you can go."

Cheng Yi looked at him uneasy: "Are you okay with making the bed? Are you?"

Fang Hengzhi: "...I am not a disabled person."

These words were not very convincing, Cheng Yi watched him for a long time before he could barely believe it, turned around, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

The house is not big, the bathroom only takes up a small area, and it is very close to Cheng Yi's bathroom.

When Fang Hengzhi was looking for a quilt, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom clearly.

He frowned, suddenly a little irritable.

Sure enough, the sound of running water can't be heard at night, and it's easy to disturb people's tranquility, he thought.

After Cheng Yi got out of the shower, he saw that although the sofa had been laid, there was a lump on it.

"???" With a question mark on his head, he walked over and kicked the bag with his foot, "What are you doing?"

"Bao" moved, and after a while, Fang Hengzhi got a head out of it, and said sullenly, "It's okay."

"Go take a shower if you have nothing to do." Cheng Yi was puzzled, what could have happened?

"... Oh." Fang Heng responded with a sound, and he came out slowly, and took the pajamas from him, "Is this yours?"

"It's supposed to be mine, but I haven't worn it yet." Seeing Fang Hengzhi's strange expression, he couldn't help but say, "Disgusting? You've gotten to this point?"

"No." Fang Heng touched his ears, turned and walked towards the bathroom, "I don't dislike it." It's just a little disappointment that I can't explain clearly.

It was the first time he entered this bathroom, and it was clean. One could tell at a glance that its owner was very particular and loved cleanliness.

He smiled, and took a leisurely shower.

Cheng Yi didn't know why it took so long for a man to take a shower, Cheng Moutong was getting impatient with waiting, sitting next to his brother, his eyelids trembled, as if he was about to fall asleep in a second.

So as soon as Fang Hengzhi got out of the bathroom door, Cheng Mutong got in with his pajamas in his arms, not caring that the inside was still covered with white vapor.

"Why are you so slow? Did you fuck in the bathroom?" Cheng Yi rolled his eyes at him, "Why are you so angry?"

"No, I don't have such a big desire." Fang Hengzhi came over and sat down beside him while wiping his hair, "What are you doing?"

"Write a self-criticism." Cheng Yi didn't raise his head, "Did you forget the self-criticism arranged by Mr. Lei?"

"I haven't forgotten." Fang Hengzhi leaned towards him covered in moisture, "I'll finish writing after dinner."

"Then you write pretty fast?" Cheng Yile said, "Can you still find time to wash the dishes and recite politics?"

When he came out at that time, he saw that the dining table had been cleaned up, and he just went to the kitchen to look around, and sure enough, the bowls and plates had been cleaned and put back in place.

Fang Heng raised his chin: "Well, I wrote down my experience."

Pretty proud, Cheng Yi thought.

He ignored this person, and quietly began to write his own self-criticism.

Fang Hengzhi didn't bother him anymore, picked up a book on his desk, and read it beside him.

It's just that from time to time, the eyes will drift to other places unconsciously.

No one disturbs anyone for a while, the rare atmosphere is harmonious, and the years are quiet and good.

Cheng Yi even sighed a bit, thinking that if this person could talk less, he might not be so indebted.

Cheng Moutong followed Cheng Yi in the shower, very quickly, and came out in a short while, even white mist came out of the bathroom.

He walked over and pulled the corner of Cheng Yi's clothes: "Brother, I'm going back to sleep."

Cheng Yi glanced sideways at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.

He nodded, turned around and patted the child's head: "Go to sleep."

Cheng Moutong opened his arms.

Cheng Yi smiled, leaned over and gave him a hug: "Good night."

"Good night, brother!" After finishing speaking, the child turned around and quickly hugged another person, "Fang Heng knows good night, brother!"

Fang Hengzhi was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed when he ran back into the house: "Your brother is so funny."

"En." Cheng Yi responded casually, wrote the last word on the composition paper, and closed the pen cap, "It's time for us to rest too."

Fang Hengzhi looked at him: "Your life is quite regular."

"No." Cheng Yi got up and walked towards his bedroom, "I'm a little sleepy today."

Fang Heng was silent, and before he entered the room, he said softly: "Brother Yi, good night."

Cheng Yi supported the door frame, half-closed his eyes and turned his head sideways: "Good night."

Fang Hengzhi suddenly opened his arms: "Won't you give me a hug?"

"..." Cheng Yi couldn't hold back, and cursed with a smile, "Get lost. I'm asleep. I wish you a sweet dream."

Fang Hengzhi watched him turn and close the door, and sat on the sofa for a while.

After a while, he laughed softly and murmured softly: "Well, what a dream."

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I've been watching the Olympics for the past two days!It's too late, it's too late!Thick and long offer!