can i borrow your white paint

"Hey, calm down. Children, who doesn't bother seven-year-old and eight-year-old dogs?" Du Mao said seriously.

"You don't have a backache when you stand and talk." Cheng Yi felt his temples "chug" and started scooping up noodles as soon as he turned the chopsticks with his fingers, "Can you take this bastard home and raise it for two days?"

"Look at what you said." Du Mao laughed quickly, "It's better for Mouton to stay with you, how can I know how to take care of children?"

Cheng Yi let out a noncommittal "hum".

"Okay, brother Yi, I won't bother you anymore." Du Mao said, "I'll deal with your mess for you, you are busy with your work!"

What else can I do?Isn't it just taking children?

The phone was hung up, and the room was quiet again.

The hot noodles were scooped up, and they smelled delicious. He put the eggs on the bottom of the bowl, and white noodles rolled on top.

Although Cheng Yi doesn't look like a housekeeper, he is indeed a housekeeper.

This is also thanks to Cheng Moutong, who trained him for nine years.

"Cheng Moutong." He called to the closed door, "Come out for dinner!"

There was a rustling sound in the room, and after a while, the door was opened.

Cheng Mutong jumped out from inside, holding a piece of white paper and a pencil in his hand.

Cheng Yi understood it at a glance: "Is the teacher assigning manual homework again?"

The child nodded.

Cheng Yi sighed, took the paper and pencil: "You go to eat first, and I will make it for you later."

Today's children do a lot of homework, and they can exhaust the parents to death every day.

I don't know what is the use of the homework assigned. Such a big kid will definitely not be able to do it, and it still falls on the parents in the end.

Cheng Yi couldn't finish his homework every day, so he exhausted himself to do homework for Cheng Moutong.

"What are you doing today?" He watched Cheng Moutong pick up chopsticks and eat noodles aggrievedly, leaning on the sofa unmoved, took out his mobile phone and checked the parent group, "Alarm clock?"

"Yeah. The teacher said that the ones that are well done will be posted on the campus wall." Cheng Moutong took a bite of the noodles before slowly answering his brother's question.

Cheng Yi raised his eyelids: "Do you want to go up the wall?"

Asking this question, Cheng Moutong didn't sound right, but he couldn't tell where the grammar was wrong, so he nodded.

Cheng Yi withdrew his gaze, and said lazily "Yeah": "Understood. Hurry up and eat, I'm confused. The egg is nestled at the bottom."

Hearing that there were eggs, the child's eyes suddenly lit up, and the speed of chopping noodles was doubled.

Cheng Yi looked at him and shook his head slightly, then turned to look at the thin white paper in his hand.

It's too shabby to do the work on the wall with this, he thought.

"Mouton," he stood up with difficulty, "I'll go out after dinner, you stay at home honestly."

"Brother, don't you want to eat?" Cheng Mutong raised his eyes from the bowl to look at him.

His brother... feed him instead of eating?

Cheng Yi looked at him almost lovingly, and shook his head: "I won't eat."

He added in his heart: Brother, go out to eat.

Cheng Moutong was very moved, and watched him intently as he watched him off.

Cheng Yi patted his head, without any guilt, and frankly went out with his mobile phone.

The evening in April is no longer pitch black, and the dark sky is still mixed with a lot of white belly.

At this point, the lights on the side of the road are not on, and there are not many people on the road, probably because it is time for dinner and everyone has gone home.

Somewhat quiet.he thinks.

Cheng Yi took out the lollipop left for him in his pocket, unwrapped it skillfully in twos and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, a loud voice pierced the silence and reached his ears: "Brother Yi! Come out for a walk?"

He followed the sound and looked sideways, and saw a young man in black pants and a white vest, who seemed to be about the same age as Cheng Yi, who was sitting on the stone steps and eating with a bowl.

"Yeah, let's go out for a stroll." Cheng Yi said vaguely, "Is it cool for you to wear such cool clothes this day?"

"Hey, old man, you are so delicate." The white vest waved his hand, "It's nothing, the wind is blowing so cool!"

As soon as this was said, the window of the house next door opened, and a middle-aged woman wearing a shower cap protruded out of it.

The woman smiled and said, "Don't brag about me, who was it that came to my house to buy a padded jacket in the cold a while ago?"

"Little Laizi" pursed his lips, lowered his head resentfully, and ate the rice in silence.

Cheng Yi took out the lollipop in his mouth: "You better take it easy, wearing a dress will kill you from the heat?"

"Aren't young people full of anger?"

"Yes, you are very angry." Cheng Yi nodded in agreement, "You are so busy that you have a fever and catch a cold every time the season changes, good job."

"..."

The woman poking her head out of the window was so happy that she couldn't straighten her waist: "It's still Xiao Cheng who is sensible."

Cheng Yi waved his hand, and said modestly, "Where is it, Aunt Hua, thank you."

The woman's name is Zhao Lihua. It is said that she has lived in this street for 30 years, and many people know her.

She doesn't have any family, and she hasn't gotten married yet, so she opened a small clothing store to sell clothes to survive, and treats people with affection: she brings people to the house for a meal from time to time, and makes some clothes for the children... Anyway, word of mouth is still good .

Those who have a better relationship with her will call "Aunt Hua".

Cheng Yi is like this.

Seeing him, Aunt Hua liked him very much, and waved to him: "Have Xiao Cheng eaten yet? Come to my place to eat?"

Cheng Yi smiled and declined her kindness: "No, no, I have to go shopping for Mouton. I'm busy."

"Oh," said Aunt Hua distressedly, "don't be so busy."

Before Cheng Yi could nod his head in agreement, the white vest who was eating rice silently said again: "Careful, Aunt Hua."

"What's your preference? Xiao Cheng is already in high school! Of course you can't go hungry!" Aunt Hua shot him a look, "It's not like you didn't go to school when you were young!"

Hearing this, Cheng Yi frowned.

"Little Laizi" whose full name is Lai Xiao, stopped going to school after finishing junior high school the year before last, and opened a biscuit shop on the easternmost side of Linwan Road, making some biscuits every day.

The biscuit shop has a lot of customers, and the daily income is reasonable, but Lai Xiao hasn't saved a penny in the past two years, and the money he got is directly transferred to the oncology department of the Fourth People's Hospital in the city center.

Grandma Lai Xiao lived there for many years.

It's been a long time, but no one remembers that Lai Xiao junior high school also won the city's three good students and countless trophies.

Just as Cheng Yi was about to say something, Lai Xiao touched his head indifferently and smiled, then turned to look at him and said, "That's right. Brother Yi, you have to study hard! Not to mention Tsinghua and Peking University, you have to be a Fudan University anyway." Let's make a big deal!"

Cheng Yi: "..."

He silently swallowed the words that came out of his mouth, and changed his sentence in a lukewarm way: "You look at my grades before you talk." At that time, you would feel that the entrance examination of New Oriental Lanxiang was flattering me.

Lai Xiao bowed his hand, not caring: "That's not true. Brother Yi is a high school student after all! There are still more than two years left, give it a go, and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!"

"That's right!" Aunt Hua joined in the fun and said, "You are a brilliant student!"

Cheng Yi sneered noncommittally.

Laughing to death, the students of No. 1 Middle School are not bragging, and they can't pass the exam even if they release No.[-].

Oh no.He thought, No.1 can still be admitted.

The No. 2 in the grade list of No. [-] Middle School is a majestic character, who can beat No.[-] by [-] to [-] points every time he takes the exam.

what do you say that is?

The surname seems to be Fang...?

Cheng Yi clicked his tongue, he really didn't pay much attention to the rankings.

"Oh, let's not talk about it, it's really a dream to go back to Fudan University." He yawned and stretched his neck, "I have to go, there is a kid waiting at home."

"Okay, good brother." Lai Xiao joked.

"Go to the other side." Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows, raised his foot and kicked the stone at his feet towards the opponent, the stone turned around a few times, and stopped firmly at Lai Xiao's feet, "You called my good brother? "

Lai Xiao picked up the stone, threw it lightly into the flower bed next to him: "It's not impossible for you to make me call my brother well."

"Fuck." Cheng Yi laughed, "You're the only one who can say it."

Lai Xiao lowered his head shyly: "Humble and humble."

Aunt Hua watched from the side and smiled.

Cheng Yi gave him a very sloppy look: "It's really gone, don't give it away."

"Hey, you can go slowly!" Lai Xiao waved to him, "Safe trip!"

Cheng Yi paused when he turned around, and almost tripped with his left foot and fell to his right foot, thinking that I'm not fucking going far away!

However, the quarrel between Lai Xiao and Aunt Hua really made Cheng Yi feel better.

Even with the footsteps of the hurry up.

He turned three intersections this way, and finally found his destination at the end of the fourth alley.

It was a small shop that looked quite exquisite, with an antique Chinese style, and the red door frame was particularly eye-catching.

The only fly in the ointment is that this store has no name.

This is a painting material store, the painting tools inside are cheap and durable, the key is fidelity.

The boss is an honest man, and he never sells fakes when buying things, so there are quite a lot of regular customers here.

Cheng Yi is one of them.

He walked quickly to the door, and stepped into the door frame with a kick: "Third Brother, get me some..."

The word "paper jam" paused the moment he saw the figure at the counter.

I even forgot that I still had one foot in it.

The figure turned around as if feeling something.

Cheng Yi managed to see the other person's face: "..."

The world is really small.

Isn't this Nima the buddy I met two hours ago? !

When the buddy saw him, he blinked blankly, then smiled as if remembering something, and extended his hand to say hello kindly: "Hi, what a coincidence!"

Cheng Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "What a coincidence."

At this time, the owner of the small shop appeared from under the counter: "Oh, my waist... yo? Cheng'er is here!"

Cheng Yi sighed, and finally lifted his other foot into the threshold: "Here we come. Buy something for the little boy at home."

The buddy who was standing by the counter heard the words and couldn't help but say, "The little brat at home?"

"Hmm." Cheng Yi glanced at him, "What? Is there a problem?"

The other party stroked his chin and thoughtfully said, "Is your brother?"

Cheng Yi thought, isn't this nonsense?But he said, "No."

"?"

"It's my son."

The third brother who knew the details: "..." One bent down and almost flashed.

The buddy who doesn't know the details: "..." almost didn't mention it in one breath.

Faced with the third brother's complicated eyes and someone's shocked eyes, Cheng Yi said seriously, "Two years ago, I had a bad fate, and I accidentally left behind."

"..." The third brother covered his face.

The buddy opened his mouth slightly: "...ah."

Very good, this expression, very shocked, very bewildered.Uncle Cheng is very satisfied.

Satisfied, he withdrew his gaze, and looked at the third brother with a complicated expression: "A pack of cardboard, the kind that is of better quality and thicker, and comes in various colors."

The third brother gave him a thumbs up, and lowered his head to get the jammed paper: "Mouton's homework?"

"Ah."

With one hand in his pocket, Cheng Yi leaned lazily on the counter and waited.

Just when he was considering whether to call Cheng Mutong, the buddy next to him spoke.

"Your brother's name is Mouton?"

"?" Cheng Yi looked up: "That's my son..."

The buddy spoke again: "Oh, it's like this, my mother met a little boy when she was shopping this afternoon, so she bought him an ice cream by the way."

A question mark slowly appeared on Cheng Yi's head: "? so?"

"Coincidentally," the guy's tone made people want to beat him up, "this little boy seems to... his name is also Mouton, but I don't know, your kid's surname is not Cheng."

Cheng Yi: "...Do you believe me when I say I am 26?"

The handsome guy is very honest: "I don't believe it."

Cheng Yi: "..."

His expression was instantly paralyzed, but a certain person seemed to have the ability to piss people off, and the mouth kept talking: "That little boy looks seven or eight years old, you...were you so powerful when you were eight or nine years old?" ?”

For a time the air was very quiet.

At this moment, Third Brother's facial expression was about to collapse.

With a blank face, Cheng Yi said coldly: "You are so fucking good at biology!"

The other party still had the harmless expression on humans and animals, and even smiled a little: "Where is it, you praise me."

"..." Cheng Yi took a deep breath, and secretly advised himself to pay for the murder, "I think meeting is fate, what's your name?"

Little boy, I got someone to flay you alive when I got home!

The buddies didn't fear his ferocious expression at all, and said gently: "Fang Heng knows."

Cheng Yi let out an "oh", thinking that the names of the little boys are indeed so polite... Wait!

Fuck me!He suddenly seemed to remember something, Fang Heng knew...

The surname Fang...

Which grade is the first? ? ! ! ! ?