can i borrow your white paint

The house is too small, and Cheng Rou has no place to sleep, so after eating, she starts to lie on the sofa and watch the hotel.

She and Fang Heng knew that they each occupied a corner, and there were two brothers, one big and one small, in the middle. Well water does not interfere with river water, but it is still calm at the moment, and there is no pinching.

"Where do you want to live?" Cheng Yi patted her on the shoulder, "How long do you plan to live?"

"I must live in the urban area." Cheng Rou said, "I'll be leaving after two days. Take advantage of these two days to see if there is anything I can help you with? Are you short of money?"

Fang Hengzhi looked at Cheng Yi and answered for him, "No shortage."

Cheng Rou felt that there was something wrong with him: "Why are you rushing to answer? How do you know?"

"We've known each other for so long, I'm sure I know." Said Fang Hengzhi who had only known Cheng Yi for half a year.

Cheng Rou let out a snort, and looked at her younger brother: "I just saw you come out of the self-service bank."

"Well," Cheng Yi didn't feel uncomfortable, "It's time to pay the tuition fee, check the balance."

"I knew that Aunt Ji was throwing away money and not doing anything, and you have to pay it yourself." Cheng Rou frowned unhappy, "Are you a sophomore in high school? What tuition fees are you paying now?"

"Fine art tuition." Cheng Yi took the crumpled origami in Mouton's hand, and with a light hook of his index finger, he folded a thousand paper cranes, "I'm an art student."

"That's it..." Cheng Rou nodded, "The tuition fee is not cheap, Aunt Ji is willing to spend money on you."

She is a music student herself, and she has spent a lot of money in foreign countries, especially the tuition fees of that university, which is scary to see.

Cheng Yi was helpless, his dear sister was unconsciously stabbing him with every word.

However, he is now highly resistant to stress, and apart from being a little uncomfortable, there is nothing uncomfortable to hear.

But before he said anything, another person sitting next to him said, "It's just the tuition, brother Yi can afford it himself."

"..." He turned his head expressionlessly.

Fang Hengzhi was playing with a pillow, and the square pillow he made was out of shape by now.

Noticing the gaze, he turned his head to look, met that gaze, smiled slightly, and continued, "After all, Brother Yi is so good."

The tone was neither frivolous nor serious.

But Cheng Yi was somehow embarrassed by the praise.

Obviously, this person had been flattering and taking pictures every day before, but this time it was so weird.

He silently turned his head away, not looking at this person.

Whoops, what a mess.he thought.

Cheng Rou didn't notice his uneasiness, and directly ignored Fang Hengzhi's words: "Where did you learn art?" She looked at Baidu on her phone, "Chu Xia?"

"It's at school." Cheng Yi also leaned over to look at her phone, "You still know Chu Xia?"

"A search on the Internet shows that this studio is the most famous on your side." Cheng Rou said, "Why don't you go to this studio? Is your school good?"

"It's inconvenient, Ji..." He paused, "My mother can't take Cheng Moutong well."

"Fuck, you're so hard to do!" Cheng Rou patted his thigh, "You go to Chu Xia, I'll hire a nanny to bring you Mouton!"

"Forget it," Cheng Yi sighed, "I'm worried."

Cheng Rou patted his head affectionately: "You are a brother, just like your mother."

Cheng Yi took her hand away: "Don't touch it, it won't grow any taller."

"It's 1.8 meters long, what's the point?" After Cheng Rou finished speaking, she looked towards Fang Hengzhi, "Hey, how tall are you?"

Fang Hengzhi crossed his legs, squinted his eyes and said lazily: "Eight five."

Cheng Rou looked at Cheng Yi again.

When she didn't speak, Cheng Yi knew what she wanted to ask: "Not as tall as him."

Cheng Rou said "fuck": "Then grow up quickly! At least, at least! You must be taller than him!"

Cheng Yi: "..."

Fang Hengzhi: "???"

Fang Hengzhi was packed together with Cheng Rou and was sent away by Cheng Yi. Both of them felt bad enough here, and they looked weird.

After the room was cleaned, he collapsed on the sofa, chatting with Du Mao bored.

[Your father will always be your father]: Are you going to play skewers at night?

[Ermao]: Yo?Am I pampered again?

[Your dad will always be your dad]:?

[Ermao]: Isn't your new love dear first grader?

Cheng Yi gritted his teeth and poked a few words hard.

[Your dad will always be your dad]: ...he doesn't deserve it.

[Ermao]: Brother Yi, do you know what you look like now?

[Second Mao]: Pull out the ruthless scumbag.

Cheng Yi: "..."

He is struggling with choosing to block and delete friends directly.

Fortunately, Du Mao knew how to remedy it, so he typed quickly with the little desire to survive.

[Ermao]: Come and have a skewer at eight o'clock in the evening!

[Ermao]: Waiting for you at the gate of the community downstairs, I will treat you to a beer~

Cheng Yi smiled and replied "OK".

Really...the whole world is saving money for him.

At night, Cheng Yi left a bowl of instant noodles for Cheng Moutong and went out.

"Brother Yi!" Du Mao waved to him, "Here, here!"

"You're dressed casually." Cheng Yi walked over and raised his eyebrows at his underpants and slippers, "It's so fashionable."

"Hey, why are you so particular about your clothes when you come out to have sex with you? Which one of us is with whom? You've seen us when we were naked?" Du Mao gave him a pair of pants without thinking. Plate of mutton skewers, "Come, eat!"

Cheng Yi stuffed the sizzling mutton skewers into his mouth, and said vaguely: "It's not that everyone cares about image like you."

Du Mao asked casually, "Who is it?"

Cheng Yi said, "My new love."

Du Mao almost couldn't swallow a sip of beer, and it rolled in his throat, almost choking to death.

"Damn it, you've changed so fast!" Du Mao said in shock, "I said on the phone that I don't deserve it."

"At first I thought he wasn't worthy, but now seeing you..." Cheng Yi looked him up and down, and nodded in embarrassment, "I think he is barely worthy."

Du Maole: "Are you beating around the bush and scolding me?"

Cheng Yi touched him with a beer: "It's good that you know."

They are all underage, and there is a cub in Cheng Yi's family, who can only drink as soon as they are ordered, and if they are not greedy, they will accept two bottles per person.

But the night in early autumn is warm, and even a little bit of wine can warm up the smell.

Du Mao felt that he was a bit over the top, rubbed his eyes and said, "Your National Day chorus is "My Motherland and Me"?"

"Hmm." Cheng Yi narrowed his eyes, "Aren't you?"

"Yes, how could it not be?" Du Mao sighed, "The whole school is unified."

Cheng Yi laughed: "The [-]th Middle School has become an old tradition. Isn't the National Day Song Contest just like the "My Motherland and Me" chorus competition."

"It's not that I'm not patriotic," Du Mao said with emotion, "It's because I'm about to hear PTSD."

"If you practice this song more, you may be able to make a single debut with this song in the future." Cheng Yi said.

"Fuck, grab the bamboo shoots?" Du Mao looked at him sadly, "You really don't have me in your heart, you have such a vicious heart."

Cheng Yi agreed: "Maybe that year the apricot blossoms were lightly raining..."

Du Mao answered smoothly: "It was wrong from the beginning."

The two looked at each other, and suddenly became happy.

Cheng Yi laughed for a long time before he could barely stop: "But our New Year's Day party is definitely not "My My Motherland"."

"When is this, and you guys have finished the New Year's Day?" Du Mao asked, "What show? Who will be on it?"

"New love." Cheng Yi drank the last sip of beer and hiccupped comfortably, "I don't know what show it is, just guess the song blindly."

"You two have such a good relationship, and you still don't know what show it is?" Du Mao said with a bit gritty teeth, "You guys are tired of crooked every day, has he already replaced me?"

"No," Cheng Yi touched his paw perfunctorily, and said affectionately, "You are still the top.1 in my heart."

Du Mao snorted twice, apparently convinced of his words: "So he didn't tell you what show it was?"

"No, no, no," Cheng Yi shook his head, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, "He doesn't know he's going to play yet."

Du Mao: "???"

Damn, neither of you know?

Are you two good at playing or are you two teasing me?

Of course Cheng Yi wasn't teasing him, he sent him home and left.

He still has a lot of work to do.

Reviewing "My Motherland and Me" is one of the things he will do.

Everyone must participate in the National Day Song Concert. Cheng Yi still can't escape. Even if he doesn't lead the singing, he still has to stand in the C position.

During the rehearsal, he and Fang Hengzhi were arranged on the left and the right, standing firmly in the center.

When the singing officially started, they didn't know who had stuffed two five-pointed stars into their hands.

Fang Hengzhi asked him before: "Why are you the No.1 lead singer and I am the second choice?"

Cheng Yi wanted to say that it was because the little girl thought I was easy to talk to, but she stopped when she reached the point of her mouth.

Because he has always felt that he has a bad reputation. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be the one who is considered easy to talk about. On the contrary, this bastard seems to be more talkative.

He didn't know, so he didn't reply, and let Fang Hengzhi think about it.

"Next, I invite Class [-] of Senior High School to come on stage and bring us a song - "My Motherland and Me"!"

Cheng Yi sighed, and stood in the line resignedly.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the back of his neck, and before he could react, he folded his collar down.

He heard the person behind him say, "Go drink milk tea after singing, Yishen."

It might be that milk tea can make people feel happy. After Cheng Yi heard it, he actually rolled his eyes.

"Hmm." He responded.

The dim lights on the stage suddenly lit up the moment they stood still, illuminating the five-star red flags on the chests of each of the members of Class Nine to be extraordinarily dazzling.

I don't know where Ji Xiangbai picked out the uniforms. They are plain but not completely plain. As long as they are illuminated by a little light, they are really bulingbuling and dazzling.

It's eye-catching, and it's overwhelming.

The big screen at the back of the stage was the live shooting of the drone. As soon as Class [-] took the stage, the drone flew in the center, and the two big faces of Cheng Yi and Fang Hengzhi appeared on the screen.

Although the entire class was photographed, the two of them were particularly conspicuous.

Fortunately, the two of them have good looks, and before going on stage, Si Wenqian dragged them to put on some lipstick, and they were so stunned by the high-definition camera, so they didn't die in sight.

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience, and Cheng Yi was squinting when he felt his right hand being hooked.

No need to think about who this is.

He sneered in his heart, stretched out his middle finger and hooked it back calmly.

As a result, the hook was hooked, but the hand was robbed when it was pulled back.

Cheng Yi: "..."

He nodded slightly, lowered his eyelids and looked over.

His middle finger was pinched by someone's ring finger and little finger at the moment, and he couldn't retract it pitifully.

Although only one finger is clamped, it can be pulled out with a pull, but...

Cheng Yi looked away.

It's not a problem to pull it back, but under the camera, if the movement is too big, it will be embarrassing for the attention of everyone, which is really not good.

Forget it, he thought, anyway, the camera couldn't capture his hand, and no one in the audience could see it clearly, so we should settle accounts with this person after singing.

The fingers hung like that.

The familiar melody that has been played eight times sounded, and Yu Feng's solo solo, the lead singer in front, followed.

Cheng Yi waited for him to finish singing before speaking with everyone, but he was a little absent-minded.

The person standing on his left is out of tune. He really wants to close his left ear and only listen to the person on the right singing.

Fang Hengzhi didn't brag, he really sang very well.

Ji Xiangbai has always said that Cheng Yi's voice is nice and suitable for singing, but he is really just a little bit better, and his voice is just nice. If it is placed in a KTV, it will indeed be admirable, but it will not be too good to be amazing.

And Fang Hengzhi belongs to that amazing level.

The sound is good on the one hand, and the other is that the technology is really ok.

Listening to it is practiced and learned.

Cheng Yi discovered it during the rehearsal before, and asked this person, but the other party didn't hide it, and admitted what he had learned very frankly.

It was still the kind brought by a tutor music teacher since he was a child. According to him, he also knows a lot of musical instruments.

At that time, Cheng Yi thought to himself: Oh, a great talent.

If someone in the [-]th Middle School is free to go through the entire school selection, this person's votes will probably be the best.

Bad heart is bad heart, excellent is still very good.

A song ended very quickly, because it was cut a little bit, so from the time they came on stage to the time they left the stage, it took only five or six minutes in total.

But Cheng Yi felt that these five or six minutes passed like five or six hours.

When everyone in class nine turned around, Fang Hengzhi let go of his fingers.

His fingers returned to his control, and he was still a little uncomfortable, so he flexed his knuckles unconsciously.

Cheng Yi froze for a moment when his fingertips touched the palm of his hand.

——The palms are full of sweat.

With a "tsk", he silently clenched his fists, and the sweat was roughly rubbed on his clothes by him.

The originally shiny and flat clothes were instantly wrinkled by his rubbing.

The students in the class started making noise as soon as they got off the stage, telling each other how nervous they were just now.

For the newly formed Class Nine, this song can barely be sung.

Chorus, as long as the voices are in harmony, there will be no difference.

Cheng Yi poked Fang Hengzhi's waist in this noisy environment.

He felt the man tremble.

Fang Hengzhi supported his waist and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

The middle finger of Cheng Yi's right hand, which was placed in the darkness, curled unconsciously again: "You just..."

Fang Hengzhi looked at him innocently: "Huh?"

Cheng Yi opened his mouth, suddenly very irritable.

He scratched his hair and shook his head: "It's okay."

Fang Hengzhi rarely pestered him to find out the truth.

They seem to have tacitly bypassed the matter.

No. [-] Middle School has poor grades, but it is very strict.

The singing session in the morning has just finished, and classes will continue in the afternoon.

But fortunately, there is still a noon time for them to go out of school for a while and relax, instead of forcing them to stay in school for self-study in the morning.

As soon as Fang Hengzhi was released from the school gate, he took him into a taxi and headed straight to the city center.

"It only took about three hours for us to come out, and you still have to go to the city center?" Cheng Yi was pulled into a taxi before he could finish his unbelievable thoughts.

It took more than half an hour to drive from No. [-] Middle School to the city center, and it took more than an hour to go back and forth this time.

"Take you to drink milk tea." Fang Hengzhi said, "I agreed to take you to drink."

"The milk tea at the gate of the school can't satisfy you anymore? Have CoCo and a little bit lost your favor?" Cheng Yi said, "Even if they lost your favor, can't you order takeaway? Why go to the market again Take a trip to the center?"

Fang Hengzhi's explanation was very powerful: "I was finally released, so why should I be bound to the school by the milk tea that can only be delivered in an hour?"

This is not unreasonable, Cheng Yi thought for a while, and nodded in agreement: "You are right."

Seeing that he was persuaded, Fang Heng felt a sense of accomplishment: "Then let's have a meal in the city at noon. What do you want to eat?"

"Then go to 909 to eat barbecue." Cheng Yi said.

909 is a well-known Korean barbecue restaurant in the city center. The decoration doesn’t feel Korean at all, and the taste is not like Korean barbecue, but it is delicious. Many people go there. In the past two years, it has become more and more famous on the Internet. The trend of the store development.

And the price is not outrageous, it belongs to the one that is relatively close to the people. It can be said that except for the large number of people and the lack of authenticity, the 909 has no shortcomings.

Fang Hengzhi said: "Then we have to queue up, we may eat in a hurry."

Just as Cheng Yi was about to say, "Then let's change the house," the man said again, "But since you said it, then I will definitely take you to eat."

Cheng Yi: "..."

He looked over with a numb face: "Why do you go if you are in a hurry? Of course you have to eat well, and you will feel uncomfortable if you eat in a hurry."

He always eats fast, so he doesn't worry about running out of food and having to leave.

But Fang Heng knew differently, he knew very well how much this person eats.

Fang Hengzhi grabbed his hand: "Brother Yi."

Cheng Yi's forehead twitched.

Fang Hengzhi said, "Would you like to be late with me?"

An hour later, Cheng Yi, who was sitting at the gate of 909 with the queue number, was full of regret.

Why on earth did he want to come to 909 to eat? ? ! ?

Looking at the remaining 37 tables ahead, he regretted more and more.

He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, when he saw an unfamiliar face from the corner of his eye, but one that left a deep impression on him.

He froze suddenly, staring at the child.

He Wenxiao.

Ji Zhi's son.

His gaze was so strong that He Wenxiao, a half-year-old child, noticed it, and looked back for some unknown reason.

Cheng Yi looked at him.

That face is very similar to Ji Zhi's, as if it was carved out of the same mold.

Suddenly blocked by a piece of blue school uniform, Cheng Yi seemed to have just recovered, and slowly raised his head.

Fang Hengzhi handed a cup of succulent grapes to him: "I didn't ask for ice for you, it's autumn, it's good for your health to drink something cold."

Cheng Yi blinked, took the fruit tea, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Fang Hengzhi also smiled: "It's hard to come out to eat, so be happy."

Cheng Yi guessed that he might have noticed something, and didn't think much about it. He just nodded and turned to look at the number on the screen at the door of 909: "Most of the tables in front are middle tables, and we will be there soon."

Fang Hengzhi gave a "hmm", and raised his hand to wipe his eyebrows, which just blocked his right view.

"There's ashes." As he said, he raised his head and glanced coldly at the field of vision that Cheng Yi couldn't see now.

Just in time, I met a woman.

It was the woman he met when he was buying milk tea.

He had met that woman in Weilan International, her name was Ji Zhi, and this name often appeared in the mouths of the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood.

Although I often come to the community, people don't actually live here. They come here to see their in-laws.

She has a very bad reputation among the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood. It is said that she has been divorced and is now her husband's former mistress.

And when he and Cheng Rou were kicked out of the house by Cheng Yi that day, Cheng Rou showed him a photo and said that this was Cheng Yi's mother, named Ji Zhi.

Coincidentally, Cheng Yi's mother is the Ji Zhi he met in Azure International.

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ah!I'm exhausted... Finally finished the update /paralyzed/...