can i borrow your white paint

The timing of the release of test results in Jiangsu Province is still very kind. Those who take the test in January will not be released until May. If nothing else, at least this Spring Festival can be enjoyed very happily.

Grandpa Cheng was still in Yangzhou, so it was naturally impossible for Cheng Yi to stay here for the New Year. As soon as the school was on holiday, he took the time to pack up his things and buy New Year's goods to take Cheng Moutong away by car.

On the day they caught the high-speed train, Fang Hengzhi came to deliver them, because there were too many people during the Spring Festival travel season, and Fang Hengzhi, who liked to meddle in things, was not at ease. He was carrying things and children, so he insisted on asking the driver to send them off.

"Actually, you really don't need to come." Cheng Yi stood at the entrance with the suitcase in one hand and Cheng Moutong in the other, looking at the man rubbing his hands in front of him, "I'm freezing to death."

"It's okay." Fang Hengzhi stretched out his newly rubbed hand to Cheng Moutong, who had been shrinking his neck. Cheng Moutong quickly stretched out his cold little hand and grabbed him, and let out a cry the moment he held it. Comfortable sigh.

"If there is no one to take a taxi, it will be very troublesome for so many people to take a taxi." Fang Hengzhi looked down at Cheng Moutong and smiled, "When are you coming back?"

Cheng Mutong didn't know either, and looked up at Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi thought for a while, then touched his chin uncertainly: "Probably wait until two days before school starts..."

Fang Hengzhi curled up his fingers with the other hand that was not caught, and rubbed his index finger and thumb together unconsciously. He shrugged: "How long do you have to spend in Yangzhou? There are also supplementary art classes in the winter vacation school."

"I don't plan to participate." Cheng Yi lowered his head and rubbed Cheng Moutong's soft hair. Cheng Moutong let go of Fang Hengzhi's hand. He paused and explained, "I guess it's time to go back to see grandpa at the beginning of next semester." It’s less, I want to go back and spend more time with him this time.”

Fang Hengzhi gave a "hmm", raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, raised his chin and pointed behind him: "Okay, see you at the beginning of school. Go in, it's cold outside, and it's almost time."

"Then I'm leaving?" Cheng Yi led Cheng Moutong, unable to turn around, only turned half of his face to him.

"Let's go." Fang Heng laughed knowingly, and it took a lot of perseverance not to go up and hug this person, "If you don't leave, you dare not get in the car."

Cheng Yi gritted his teeth: "Okay, you should go back early, it's cold outside."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party to reply, he turned his back and took the child to check the ticket into the station.

Fang Hengzhi stood on the spot and watched him leave, with both hands in his pockets, the hand that had just been cold by Cheng Moutong gradually warmed up and became hot.

The driver, Uncle Wang, waited in the car for a while and didn't see the little benefactor coming back, so he got out of the car anxiously to check.

The little gold master was standing alone on the spot like a stick, his clothes looked very thin, so if he stood like this, he would not be sure to catch a cold and have a fever.

He felt tense for a while, and hurried forward.

But before taking two steps, I saw the little benefactor suddenly smiled for some reason, waved to the front, then turned around briskly, and said to him in a good mood: "Uncle Wang, let's go, go back!" home."

Uncle Wang has a question mark on his face. He doesn't know what kind of brain circuits children have today, and their emotional manipulation is really hard to figure out.

He didn't ask much, but Fang Hengzhi enthusiastically pulled him to chat: "Uncle Wang, do you think that boy just now is handsome?"

Uncle Wang opened the car door for him in silence, thinking of the young man he had met several times, and also of his little benefactor's attitude towards that young man, he replied cautiously: "Handsome."

Fang Heng got into the car satisfied: "You have vision, Uncle Wang, I'll go back and persuade my dad to give you a holiday in advance."

Uncle Wang narrowed his eyes in an instant, closed the car door with a smile, returned to his driver's seat, and said kindly, "That's so embarrassing."

Fang Hengzhi also rolled his eyes and cooperated with his performance: "It's okay, Chinese New Year is coming soon, you should go home early to reunite with your family."

After several rounds of pushing and pushing, Uncle Wang finally "reluctantly" compromised.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel excitedly, clarifying his attitude towards Cheng Yi in the future.

Just praise it.

China's population of more than one billion is not just for fun, and this can be fully reflected in the Spring Festival travel.

The high-speed rail station is crowded with people and everyone stomps on people, but the trampled ones don't care about the quarrel at all, they just rush forward with a dull head, afraid that they won't be able to go home if they are one step too late.

Fortunately, Cheng Yi didn't need to bring too much luggage. There were some necessities for his daily life in the nursing home, so this time he only brought some New Year's goods and Cheng Moutong's food and clothing in the box.

Cheng Moutong is also relatively relaxed in this kind of matter, knowing when to be naughty and when to be honest, now he is holding his brother's hand tightly like a little chicken, for fear of getting lost.

Cheng Yi regretted that he suddenly turned around as if possessed by a ghost at the entrance just now, and Hengzhi waved at him, so that he was squeezed together with the next wave of people.

He closed his eyes and cursed himself secretly.

Beauty misleads people, beauty misleads people...

"Brother!" Cheng Moutong was hit, and quickly stretched out his arms to wrap around Cheng Yi's waist.

"Be careful." Cheng Yi immediately raised his hand to press the child's head and took it into his arms. While holding his ID card, he glanced at the little boy who had just bumped into Cheng Moutong.

The child wrinkled his face and staggered around in the crowd. It seemed that he was not used to such a scene, and he was dressed in foreign style. He seemed to be a child of a rich family, but he didn't know where his parents went.

The child looked quite calm, probably not being left behind or getting lost, most likely the parents went to the bathroom or went shopping.

He clicked his tongue softly, didn't intend to ask more questions, and took Cheng Moutong away from him.

But for some reason, he still secretly looked at the child a few more times, because he always felt... somehow familiar.

It wasn't until later that a familiar man came and picked up the child very kindly and familiarly, that he didn't know where this familiar feeling came from.

Cheng Yi's eyes widened, staring at the man for a moment.

Why……

Why is He Wei here? ? ?

He used to often see this man in Ji Zhi's circle of friends. Although he was somewhat different from himself, it may be because of his sensitive recognition of facial features caused by learning to paint. Cheng Yi recognized this man almost at a glance.

He watched helplessly as another strange, beautiful and fashionable woman came over. He Wei held the child in one hand and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist with the other.

Cheng Yi gradually came back to his senses. Looking at this scene, he felt that he was very calm now, and even wanted to laugh when he saw it.

He heard the announcement that the ticket check of the train he was going to take started, and he didn't think about it any more. He looked away very simply and took Cheng Moutong to check the ticket and boarded the train.

Very good, now he can almost treat Ji Zhi as an irrelevant person.

Thanks to Fang Zechang’s blessing for this trip, the tickets for the two of them were upgraded from second class to first class, because Fang Zechang was very close to the departure time after hearing the news at that time, so he couldn’t get the business class. But compared to the messy second class, it is already much better.

But Cheng Yi didn't really want to accept Fang Zechang's kindness at first, but the father and son both had the same strength in this aspect, so he couldn't refuse it at last, and was forced to accept it.

The environment of the first-class seat is neither good nor bad. There are fewer people in the carriage, and the surrounding area is much quieter.

After Cheng Yi settled the luggage and Cheng Moutong, he took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat, and manually searched for the contact "Ji Zhi".

He looked at the blank dialogue between the two, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

I can't say what mood I'm in right now, but what's certain is that it's not angry or sad.

Going deeper, it might be a little ironic.

The mockery of He Wei, the mockery of Ji Zhi.

He wiped the screen of the phone with his fingertips, then clicked on the chat box, and began to type one-handedly.

As he stamped letters one by one, he suddenly looked down on himself again.

That's...really like an asshole who's been thrown into trouble.

Cheng Yi's fingers stopped suddenly, moved to the delete keyboard, and deleted all the words he typed just now.

He turned off his phone and rubbed his hair irritably.

Fuck, he cursed secretly.

At this moment, a small hand suddenly touched his wrist.

Cheng Yi suppressed his temper and looked over patiently: "What's wrong?"

He thought he was hiding the hostility in his eyes well, but he didn't know that Cheng Moutong saw it clearly.

Cheng Mutong pursed his lips, not quite used to such a brother.

But he didn't show it. Instead, he hugged Cheng Yi's cold hand with two paws, put it to his lips and exhaled twice: "Brother, your hand is so cold, I'll warm it up for you."

A burst of not-so-warm breath fell on his knuckles, and Cheng Yi froze for an instant.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Cheng Mutong who was earnestly warming his hands, and suddenly asked: "If I don't see my mother anymore..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped the topic again.

I can't go on.He closed his eyes dejectedly, still reluctant to tell Cheng Moutong that the two of them had been completely abandoned.

But a child can't understand so much. If he hears the first half of the sentence, he can't pretend that he didn't hear it.

Cheng Mutong paused for a while, then lowered his head, put his forehead against the back of Cheng Yi's hand, and said in a muffled voice, "I can't see my mother, can I still see my brother?"

As if he didn't expect to hear Cheng Mutong's answer, Cheng Yi slowed down his voice instantly: "Of course I can. Before you grow up, brother will always be with you."

Cheng Mutong raised his head, blinked at him, his little face that was still tangled up swelled up, but then disappeared after he thought of something, his bright red lips curled up and said with a smile: "That's all right."

This is really a vague answer, Cheng Yi opened his mouth, feeling his heart beating suddenly.

He lowered his voice and asked softly, "Mouton means..."

"It means that it's fine if you can't see your mother, but it's fine if you can see your brother." Cheng Mutong said very easily, with only a little sadness and grievance, "Mom... doesn't seem to like us very much, brother, you don't like your mother too much, do you? "

Cheng Yi couldn't answer this question. He didn't know how to answer it correctly, so he could only keep silent.

Fortunately, Cheng Moutong didn't worry too much, and scratched his head: "And every time I see my mother, I have to go out, and my body will smell of smoke when I come back. Smoking is not good for my health! For my brother's health, I don't have to see my mother!"

For this answer, Cheng Yi was a little dumbfounded.

God knows that every time he finishes smoking, he will run outside for a while, and dare not go home until the smell of smoke dissipates.

It can be smelled, and I don't know why this little boy has such a good nose.

But then, his nose was a little sour.

Eight or nine years old, at such a young age, knowing that I am hated by my own mother, it must be very hard.

Looking at Cheng Moutong's appearance, he should have realized it long ago, and he doesn't care much at the moment... It makes people feel distressed for a while.

When he was the same age as Cheng Moutong, Cheng Yi saw how bad a person's heart can be, but he still didn't choose to make a fuss and take revenge, but took on the task of leading Cheng Moutong without saying a word.

But being quiet doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain or sadness. He still remembers how miserable he cried when he was thrown in the courtyard of He's villa with Cheng Moutong in his arms and couldn't get into the bedroom.

So at this time, he felt very sorry for Cheng Moutong.

Cheng Yi touched the hairy head in front of him, feeling his heart softened: "Brother's fault, I will definitely quit smoking in the future."

Cheng Mutong didn't buy it, so he pouted and snorted, "You said the same thing last time."

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows and pinched the flesh on his face: "This time for sure."

Cheng Moutong was a bit arrogant at a young age, he raised his chin when he heard this, didn't say much, put down the small table on the back of the front seat and began to take a nap.

Cheng Yi looked down at the time, it was twelve o'clock.

He poked the back of the child's head: "Aren't you hungry? Go to bed after eating?"

Cheng Moutong didn't even turn his head, raised his hand and shook it, and said lazily, "Sleep first, then eat."

Cheng Yi has a good temper at the moment, and he is not at all displeased with his perfunctory attitude: "Well, tell me when you're hungry."

After speaking, he picked up the phone.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, he clicked on the dialog box with Ji Zhi.

If he didn't say anything, he still couldn't hold back, at most he didn't look so gloating about his misfortune.

Anyway, Cheng Moutong doesn't care about her anymore, so there is no need for him to be a saint.

He typed very fast with both hands.

[3 and 25]: Are you celebrating the New Year alone this year?

It was probably He Wei who left, and Ji Zhi had nothing else to do with the children at home alone, so the news came back very quickly.

[Ms. Ji Zhi]: He is going on a business trip this year.Xiao Yi, how do you know?

On business trip?

Cheng Yi sneered, thinking that someone cheated these days and still used this as an excuse.

But the tricks are not old-fashioned, as long as they are easy to use.No, it is enough for He Wei to deceive Ji Zhi.

He moved his fingers and poked on the keyboard one by one.

[3 and 25]: I saw it at the high-speed rail station.

[Ms. Ji Zhi]: That’s really a coincidence /smile/

[Ms. Ji Zhi]: Xiao Yi, you...will you come celebrate the New Year with me?

Seeing this sentence, Cheng Yi suddenly became happy.

What's this?Sudden family affection emerges?

For the first time, he felt that for Ji Zhi, not only love needs a backup, but family affection may also need a backup!

He lost interest in chatting, and spun the phone around in his palm, before being caught firmly again.

[3 and 25]: No, let's go back to celebrate the New Year with grandpa.

Ji Zhi didn't reply anymore, presumably she couldn't find any topic to continue the awkward chat.

Cheng Yi was too lazy to embarrass the person on the other side of the phone, cut off the page, scanned the QR code on the armrest of the seat, and started watching the lunch on the high-speed train.

He left in such a hurry this morning that he didn't even have time to prepare lunch. Now that he's done, he can only eat the unpalatable and expensive boxed lunch here.

But before he even moved his fingers twice, a video call came over.

The sudden ringtone attracted the attention of the people around him, and Cheng Yi himself was startled, so he quickly connected the earphones and pressed the green call button.

"Fuck, why did you start playing video all of a sudden?" He looked around and found that no one was sleeping, so he cursed in a low voice, "There's something wrong, it's noon."

Fang Hengzhi on the screen still had that grinning face: "See if you are safe."

Cheng Yi thought that if I didn't like you, I could hang up the phone right now.

He suddenly thought of a sentence he had read on Wang Yiyun before: Sure enough, those who are favored are always confident.

...Of course, the other party still doesn't know that he is favored.

Fortunately, Fang Heng knew how to calm down before Cheng Yi got angry: "Have you had lunch yet?"

Cheng Yi, who was not angry at first, was instantly diverted from his sight: "Not yet, I came to the video just as I was about to click on you."

There was still a little complaint in this tone, Fang Hengzhi smiled: "Then my video is quite timely."

"Oh, you came here on purpose to stop me from eating?" Cheng Yi said in a cold tone.

"No, no!" Fang Hengzhi quickly explained for himself, "Do you still have 10 minutes to go to the next 15-minute stop?"

Cheng Yi looked up at the time on the screen in front of him, nodded: "There are still twelve minutes."

"Well, then you and Mouton bear with it." Fang Hengzhi smiled mysteriously, "I invite you to have a big meal."

"?" Cheng Yi was confused, "Yun's treat?"

"How could it be?" Fang Hengzhi held the phone away from him and stretched, "Just wait and see."

Cheng Yi's left eyelid twitched a few times.

After Fang Hengzhi finished speaking, he put down his phone and left. The video never hung up. Cheng Yi stared at the phone for a while, but didn't hang up. He casually put the phone next to his backpack, with the camera facing him.

After another 10 minutes, the high-speed train stopped on time and steadily.

The noise of crowds getting on and off woke up Cheng Mutong, who was sleeping soundly beside him. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Cheng Yi: "Brother, I'm hungry."

"..." Speaking of this, Cheng Yi tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair anxiously, "Eat when you wake up, are you a pig?"

Cheng Moutong laughed twice.

Cheng Yi patted his head twice and looked up out of the window.

Fuck, I still have a bad feeling.

Facts have proved that sometimes the sixth sense of human beings is very accurate. For example, when three waiters in black tuxedos walked into the carriage with plates, Cheng Yi's bad premonition came true.

The expressions of the two brothers were dull... No, it should be said that the whole car watched the three people respectfully clean up the table in front of them, and then opened the lid on the dinner plate, revealing the inside——

Wellingtons packaged in disposable takeaway boxes.

Cheng Yi: "..."

Cheng Moutong blinked.

And Fang Hengzhi, who didn't know when to come back from the phone, was laughing like crazy.

These three people were the ones he found after searching the Internet for a long time. He wanted to find six people to wish Cheng Yi six or six a smooth journey, but there were too few people to choose from, and only these people were left to pick and choose. It's a pity that there are few people.

"Mr. Cheng." One of the thin and tall people put the takeaway box in front of him in a strange but standard manner, "It's too busy to travel, please have a meal."

"..." Faced with the amazed and astonished eyes around him, Cheng Yi felt that he didn't have to eat, and he could skip the process and die directly.

But the three of them wanted to get things done after receiving the money, so they continued to ask with perfect smiles as if there was no one else around, "We need to cut it up for you..."

"No need!" Cheng Yi came back to his senses, almost gritted his teeth and covered half of his face, and said ruthlessly, "I'll do it myself, you guys go."

The three looked at each other, seemingly not knowing what to do.

After all, this is not the real benefactor, but he is the object of the real benefactor's request for service.

What should I do when the order of the patron and the object of service are contrary to each other?

Fortunately, their mobile phones rang at the same time. They took it out and looked at it, and they were relieved.

It's the gold master!Ask them to retreat!

It takes a strong heart to do this, but it is sure that the sooner you retreat, the more comfortable you will be. The three of them hardly stopped at all, bowed, left a sentence of "you take it easy", then turned and left.

Cheng Yi nodded with a look of lovelessness, and watched them leave.

The passengers around didn't understand the way of this, they just thought they had never seen the world, and they didn't know which family's young master was visiting the first-class seat privately.

Fuck, where does the young master need to go in person? ? !

Cheng Yi was not blind, he could see the curious and envious eyes around him, and some people wanted to take out their mobile phones to take pictures secretly.

He didn't want to attract people's attention anymore, closed his eyes, took out the mask from his bag and stuck it on his face, and even stuck one for Cheng Moutong.

Really, he wanted to escape the city overnight... No, it was this carriage.

A few hours is a long time, this is not a problem that can be endured!

Thinking about it, he looked viciously at the phone screen, suppressed his voice and said angrily, "Are you fucking sick!"

Fang Hengzhi laughed so hard that his whole body was trembling: "No, no! Brother Yi, try this Wellington, it's really delicious!"

"It's delicious, your mother!" Cheng Yi was so angry that he stared at him, "It's a blessing that you don't try it yourself next time, and I can skin you!"

Fang Hengzhi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Isn't it an agreement to treat you to dinner?"

"This is your way of asking?" Cheng Yi was so unbelievable that his voice almost split in anger.

Damn it, is this the way normal people can come up with to treat guests? ? ?What kind of inhuman thing are you, Fang Hengzhi? ! !

"Non-human stuff" saw that he had teased people too much, so he hurriedly saved him: "Hey Brother Yi, don't be angry!"

"Do you have the face to make me angry?" Cheng Yi laughed out of anger, "You can talk about it when I go back."

"Cough." Fang Hengzhi rubbed his face to ease his smile, and clasped his hands together in a fawning manner, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, as compensation I just got you an upgrade ticket."

At this time, Cheng Yi couldn't care less about favors and inhumanity, he just wanted to leave this carriage quickly: "Which carriage?"

"Someone will come to help you carry your luggage and change seats later." Fang Hengzhi said, "Be sure to finish your meal after changing, this Wellington is really good, I ate here once when I was in transit. "

"Understood." Cheng Yi waved his hand impatiently and glared at him, "We'll settle the score when I go back."

Fang Hengzhi gritted his teeth and suppressed a smile, and nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll let you handle it."

Cheng Yi snorted coldly, and cut the video neatly.

Fang Hengzhi really didn't lie to him. After a while, the train conductor came to help him move things and change seats.

He stared at the probing eyes of the passengers in this carriage, and his fist hardened a little.

Fucking idiot.He thought to himself, what is it about this thing that I am interested in? ? ? ?

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