can i borrow your white paint

Fang Hengzhi seemed to be a good-tempered person, and he was still not angry when he was stared at so impolitely by a stranger. Instead, he returned kindness with a kind smile.

Although Cheng Yi went up loudly and pulled the corner of his mouth off.

It's very embarrassing, don't you know?

"Reciprocity," the first grader moved his lips slowly, "Shouldn't you also introduce yourself?"

"..." Cheng Yi opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Fang Hengzhi is also a mallet: "Selective loss of voice?"

"Fart." Cheng Yi rolled his eyes and said reluctantly, "Cheng Yi."

The first grader raised his eyebrows: "I recognize you."

Cheng Yi's face was full of indifference, thinking that it's rare for you, a student of the [-]th Middle School, to know me?

It's not bragging, Cheng Yi's name has been known in this school for almost four years, who doesn't know his father...

"You are the last one in the grade." Fang Hengzhi said.

Cheng Yi: "..."

What the hell is this Nima?

If you don’t remember, how many messy records?

He laughed angrily: "Fuck, your arrogance is fully reflected?"

Fang Hengzhi nodded modestly: "So-so."

"You are humble..."

"It's just the first grade."

"..."

Cheng Yi's mind went blank for a moment.

exm?You are so awesome, does your mother know?

In his 16 years of life, this was the first time he saw such a crazy person.

"Oh, I'm just wondering," Cheng Yi shrugged, raised his hand and threw out the trash he didn't know where it came from, and Jing Zhun threw it into the trash can not far away, "Do you think I'm not pleasing to the eye? "

"What are you talking about?" Fang Hengzhi sighed innocently, "We met for the first time, why should I dislike you?"

What you say is like fart.Cheng Yi gave him a middle finger in his heart.

Hypocrisy, he thought.

Fang Hengzhi stared at his face that smelled like he had killed someone for a while, then suddenly asked: "Is your brother's knee okay?"

Cheng Yi's expression froze for a moment, and almost the next second, his expression changed: "What's wrong with your knee?"

Fang Hengzhi's tone was very surprised: "Didn't he tell you? My mother said that the child saved a cat that fell from a tree and accidentally scratched his knee. It seems to be quite serious."

"Fuck!" Cheng Yi cursed, turned around and took the jammed paper that third brother had placed on the counter at some time, and ran out, cursing as he ran, "Little bastard!"

Fang Hengzhi didn't say anything, but tilted his head slightly when he passed by him, and watched him leave silently.

The third brother grinned: "This brat is full of his younger brother, and he is not afraid of becoming a helper demon in the future!"

Fang Hengzhi withdrew his gaze, tapped the counter lightly with his finger: "Do you still know Fudimo?"

"That's inevitable! We are also 5G youths in the new era!" The third brother pointed to his new mobile phone, "What is this, what is the latest crazy model!"

"iPhone." Fang Hengzhi asked, "Did your nephew buy it for you?"

The third brother looked proud: "That's for sure! He misses me!"

"Third brother is very lucky." Fang Hengzhi boasted without hesitation, "Then you are surfing the Internet, and I will go back first."

The third brother paused for a moment, then laughed again: "Oh, yes! You and Cheng'er are both family lovers, what a baby."

Cheng Er?

Fang Hengzhi thought of the anxious look of the boy who ran out just now, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "It's really a good baby."

The third brother put the pen in his hand back into the pen holder in front of him: "Hey, the doll is good, just..."

"Third Brother." Fang Hengzhi interrupted him, "I'm leaving, and if I don't leave, my mother should hurry up."

He is not in the habit of prying into other people's privacy.

The third brother came back to his senses: "Ah? Hey, let's go, let's go, slow down on the road! Pay attention to safety!"

Fang Hengzhi waved to him: "You should also go to bed early, don't fight landlords every day in the middle of the night, it's not worth it if something happens to your body."

The third brother liked being nagged by him very much, so he responded without saying anything: "Oh, good."

"You promise well every time." Fang Hengzhi turned around helplessly, "Let's go."

"Be careful on the road!"

"Well, don't worry."

After going out, the phone in Fang Hengzhi's pocket rang.

"Hello?" He picked up the phone.

"Do you need to go abroad to buy a paint?" A peaceful and gentle female voice came from the microphone.

Fang Hengzhi narrowed his eyes, unconsciously tapped the phone with his index finger, and took it away: "No."

Sure enough, the female voice changed its tone in the next second, irritable and loud: "Then you dawdled with me for two hours?! Did you go to an Internet cafe, you bastard? Ah? Talk! Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb!! !"

"No." Fang Hengzhi rubbed his ears, thinking that if one day he becomes deaf before he is old, it must be due to Ms. Ru, "I just came out of the store."

"Fart! Do you think I believe it?" Ms. Ru scolded very rudely, "Look at how many high school students are still wandering outside at this point? Get out of here!"

Then before Fang Hengzhi could answer, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Fang Hengzhi got used to it, put the phone back in his pocket very calmly, and walked home at a leisurely pace.

His home is not far from here, two steps away is the largest villa area, this is a house specially bought by his mother so that he can go to school closer.

As his biological mother, Ms. Ru still has a lot of money, among other things.

In fact, other places are not bad, but there is one bad thing, the voice is too loud.

Regardless of this point of view, Ms. Ru is still a very loving mother.

Fang Hengzhi kicked the pebbles while walking, thinking about how he would explain to make Ru Ting believe in him.

...How did it look like he lied?

He is not the only high school student outside this point, isn't that the one just now?

Thinking of that, he was happy.

It's so cute, I really can't tell it's a bastard from the [-]th high school.

The phone rang in his pocket, and Fang Heng figured it out and unlocked it—it was a new WeChat message.

[Assist, please love me vigorously]: Daddy Fang, you have information!

Fang Hengzhi glanced at it, typed a few words with one hand and sent them.

[F]: Tell me.

[Assistant, please love me vigorously]: Daddy Fang, we will be divided into classes tomorrow, who do you think you are in the same class as? !

Fang Hengzhi only paused for a moment, and then began to poke the keyboard firmly.

[F]: Cheng Yi?

[assistant please love me vigorously]: ...

[Assist please love me vigorously]:? ? ? ? ?

[Assistant, please love me vigorously]: You know?

[F]: I know now.

[Assist please love me vigorously]:?Then why do you guess him? ?

[F]: ...I am an art student.

[Assist, please love me vigorously]: ... Aww, nsdd.

The school is famous for Cheng Yi's good-looking paintings, and even if he closed his eyes, he would know that he must also be an art student.

Fang Hengzhi ignored him, put the phone back in his pocket, and finally quickened his pace.

It took Cheng Yi only half of the time it took to run home from the small shop.

He felt that he was not so fast when he ran 1000 meters.

Cheng Moutong was still making up his homework, and just as he wrote the last punctuation mark, the door was kicked open with a "Duang", followed by his brother's roar: "Cheng Moutong!"

The little child who didn't know what happened was startled, the tip of the pen flicked, and a big black dot fell on the paper.

He looked up in a daze, and found that his brother's face was really ugly.

Cheng Moutong suddenly became a little nervous.

Could it be that he was found eating ice cream in the afternoon...

He clasped his hands uneasily, trying to organize the wrong words.

Cheng Yi stepped forward with a dark face: "Take off your pants."

Cheng Mutong opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry brother, I won't..." He seemed to realize what his brother said in the middle of speaking. "……ah?"

"Don't understand?" Cheng Yi's tone was not very good, "Take off your pants."

"?" Cheng Mutong clutched the waistband of his trousers, "Don't...brother, speak up if you have something to say."

But if Cheng Yi can have a good talk with him, there will be ghosts.

The little brat doesn't move, so it's okay for him to move, right?

He stepped forward in two or three steps, planning to do it himself.

Cheng Mutong jumped three feet high, and his little hands just grabbed the waistband of his trousers before retreating, his big watery eyes gleamed with tears as if he had seen some pervert: "Don't, don't, don't! Brother! Don't!!"

"If you don't want it, you have to! Come here!" Cheng Yi raised his long leg, blocking the little boy's path, and pulled the other hand, and the child got it, "Take off!"

Cheng Moutong: "..."

He was picked up by Cheng Yi's neck like a little chicken.

Cheng Yi sneered: "You are so fast with your thin legs? Come on, run another one?"

No one can contradict Uncle Cheng, not even his own brother.

Cheng Moutong: "..."

He pursed his mouth: "I won't run away, I'll take it off, can I take it off?"

Cheng Yi let go of his neck: "Take it off."

Cheng Mutong stood there for two seconds, hesitating, and finally, forced by his brother's death stare, he untied his belt slowly.

He unbuttoned his belt clumsily, and Cheng Yi's frown became tighter and tighter.

Finally, after a rustle of clothes rubbing against each other, Cheng Moutong's trousers fell to the ground under Uncle Cheng's gaze.

Also entering Cheng Yi's sight were the two pieces of gauze on his knees.

"Don't explain?" He bent down, squatted in front of Cheng Mutong, and gently took off the two pieces of gauze.

Not surprisingly, the two wounds under the gauze were still oozing blood, but they were obviously treated.

"I..." Cheng Mutong pursed his lips, and moved his two white and slender legs uncomfortably, "I accidentally knocked on it."

Cheng Yi didn't speak, got up and hugged him with his arms between his arms.

Cheng Moutong obediently put his arms around his neck and was carried back to the house by him.

"Next time you have something to do, tell me first. Did you hear that?" Cheng Yi took out the medicine box and carefully treated his wound.

"Yeah." Cheng Moutong lowered his head and said weakly, "Brother, I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry." Cheng Yi sighed, "I know you didn't mean it." After finishing speaking, he paused again, and said softly, "It's just that I'm worried, do you understand?"

Cheng Moutong nodded: "Yes."

"I'm sorry, brother just scared you." Cheng Yi got up, helped him re-wrap the wound with gauze, and covered him with a quilt, "Don't hide it from me next time, I won't beat you up."

"I know!" Cheng Mutong nodded quickly.

In fact, he knows that he is very naughty and often brings troubles to his family, and his brother is often fierce to him.

But his brother is the only one who doesn't dislike him, thinks about him in everything, and is willing to treat him well, let alone beat him, even if he really loses his temper a few times.

Cheng Moutong was brought up by Cheng Yi since childhood.

Cheng Yi covered him with the quilt and went out. Before leaving, he still turned around and said, "I'll do your homework for you. You can go to wash later and then go to bed."

"Okay! As ordered!"

"Keep the wound out of the water."

"Yes!"

Cheng Moutong was rarely well-behaved, and Cheng Yi finally gave him a smile.

He returned to the living room, sat down slowly and stared blankly at the homework book he just took out.

Really... don't want to check homework.

He hesitated for two seconds, and finally took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Er Mao." He called affectionately.

Du Mao: "...Brother, if you have something to say, don't be so frightened."

"Okay." Cheng Yi smiled, "Will you come to my house?"

"What are you going to do?" Du Mao dragged his tone, "Did you drag me over to work as a coolie for you?"

"It hurts to understand so much." Cheng Yi persuaded him, "Didn't you say that Cheng Moutong is your real brother?"

Du Mao: "..." I have a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Cheng Yi's next sentence was: "So you should tutor your younger brother to check your younger brother's homework, shouldn't it?"

"..." Du Mao took a deep breath, "Although it is true, it seems that I am not the only brother of Mouton."

"Reasonable division of labor." Cheng Yi hooked the jammed paper in his hand with his index finger, "He still has manual work."

"Oh!" Du Mao resigned, "I'll be there right away, and the door will open for me in 10 minutes."

"okay."

Du Mao's house is very close to Cheng Yi's house, but Du Mao's house is in an apartment complex.

Although the apartment complex is not luxurious and noble, it is obviously much better than this bungalow.

When the door was knocked, Cheng Yi had already cut out a shape from the cardboard in his hand.

It turns out that someone's "10 minutes" is just not believable.

"Oh, fuck me." As soon as the door opened, I saw a black-skinned boy panting heavily, "There are so many idiots at the gate of our community!"

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yi dragged him in, "Are you being chased by a dog?"

"You guessed it right." Du Mao threw himself on the small sofa, "But you didn't guess it completely."

"..." Cheng Yi's forehead twitched violently twice, "Is there something wrong with you, are you twitching and twitching?"

"Brother Yi, don't be so irritable." Du Mao smiled and pulled him to sit beside him, "Brother, just listen to me and speak slowly~"

"Damn you!" Cheng Yi was so disgusted that he had goosebumps all over his body, picked up the pillow at hand and threw it on his head, "Damn you, are you sick???"

"Oh, oh, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, brother, I was wrong!" Du Mao hurriedly hugged his pillow, "I said, I said, I said! Damn, there is someone walking the dog at the gate of my neighborhood, and the dog poops and still doesn't clean up, he Damn, step on mine!"

Cheng Yi: "..."

His hitting hand paused slightly, and his gaze slowly shifted to the opponent's feet.

Du Mao was frightened by his stare, as if he owed this man [-] million.

"Du Ermao." Cheng Yi called him.

Du Mao shuddered all over, and replied tremblingly, "I'm here."

"Have you changed your shoes?"

Du Mao looked confused: "Ah? Can't you enter your house without changing your shoes?"

"Yeah," Cheng Yi nodded kindly, "But that seems to be on the premise that you didn't step on shit, right?"

"..."

The two stared at each other silently for a while, and suddenly, Du Mao jumped up and rushed out.

Cheng Yi also reacted quickly, kicking the person back with his foot: "You fucking want to run? Huh?? After checking the homework for me, go and mop the floor!"

Du Mao was kicked in front of the homework on the coffee table, wanting to cry without tears: "Brother Yi is not...you..."

"Speak less! Quick!"

"……Oh."