can i borrow your white paint

Just as Fang Hengzhi was about to speak, he saw the man who had just been kicked on the ground get up and plan to pounce.

With a "tsk", he turned sideways and added a foot.

"Pfft."

The big back fell back to the ground covered in fat.

Cheng Yi, who witnessed the whole process: "..." Wow.

"Brother Yi! Brother Yi!" Another person flew over from the crowd.

This figure is a little more depressed than the one just now, and it looks quite embarrassed.

This is the difference between people.

Cheng Yi looked at the face that was getting closer, and didn't really want to recognize him.

But it's useless if he doesn't want to, because Du Mao has already put his arms around his neck, howling heartbreakingly in his ear: "Brother! I finally found you! You are my real brother! Thank you! If not You, my brothers probably disappeared by this time last year..." As he spoke, he grabbed Fang Hengzhi's hand hanging by his side, which seemed to be the case.

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

Cheng Yi: "..."

The whispers around him changed direction in an instant, and the scolding turned into praise and sympathy in an instant.

"Oh, this kid has such a kind heart."

"Yeah, it looks like an honest one."

"It must be that the man just went too far to make the child so angry?"

"The man and the woman don't even want to be a good person..."

"..."

Fang Hengzhi was shocked by this change of direction.

It was rare for Cheng Yi to see his blank expression, and his mood immediately felt better, even looking at Du Mao was much more pleasing to the eye.

He did not let down Du Mao's devotion to the performance, and very cooperatively pinched his thigh. When physical tears filled his eyes, he supported Du Mao affectionately, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, don't worry about it." You're welcome, we're all friends, I'm just doing my best..."

This scene was so moving that Fang Hengzhi felt that he was superfluous.

Mistake, two actors, I won't watch the next Oscars without you.

The farce didn't last long, and several parties involved were driven away by the urban police, and even those who brought the crowd of onlookers were also dismissed.

Before leaving, the big-backed head threatened Cheng Yi viciously: "Damn, you little bastards, wait for me! This thing is not over!"

As a result, Cheng Yi didn't speak, and Fang Hengzhi went back: "Okay, my brother Yi is waiting for you to come and kowtow to apologize."

Cheng Yi: "...you really gave me a hand to hate you."

Fang Heng smiled: "Don't be afraid, call me when he comes, and I'll call him back for you."

"You reminded me," Cheng Yi looked at him indifferently, "Why did you come here?"

"Hey, brother Yi, I can explain this!" Du Mao felt like jumping out, "Brother Fang met me on the road, and he asked me where you were, so I brought him here. As a result..." He tried hard Nuzui, "Here, I just ran into something like yours."

Cheng Yi first hugged Cheng Moutong who had been sitting on the motorcycle without saying a word, and then slapped Du Mao's arm with his backhand: "Meet me on the road? You don't go to school at this time? The third class is so loose. You skipped class?!"

"Hey brother! You have double standards?" Du Mao wailed, pointing at Fang Hengzhi with resentment, "He is also skipping class! Why don't you talk about him??"

Cheng Yi subconsciously stared at where he was pointing.

Fang Hengzhi finally met his gaze, he thought for a while, and then stretched out his arm very calmly and consciously: "Do you want to slap?"

Cheng Yi: "..." He gritted his teeth and said, "No, use it."

Then he turned his head and slapped Du Mao on the other arm.

This slap was harder than the one just now, and Du Mao almost jumped up: "Oh!"

"Don't call!" Cheng Yi fiercely said, "You are frightened by Mouton!"

"Hiss!" Du Mao reflexively looked at the child, only to find that the child was watching the play gloating.

Du Mao: "...the children of your Cheng family are becoming more and more jerks."

Without waiting for Cheng Yi to respond, he sighed and looked at Fang Heng indignantly, "Why did you pick me? This..."

"He is the oldest." Cheng Yi calmly interrupted his grievance, "Are you? If you are the oldest and you skip class and walk to Tibet, I will have no problem."

Du Mao: "...Am I still your favorite cutie?"

"Don't be so confident." Cheng Yi comforted him softly, "It wasn't like that before, where did you get 'still'?"

"Cheng Yi!" Du Mao was heartbroken, "You heartless man!"

"Well, I am." Cheng Yi accepted his evaluation calmly, then looked at another person, "Why did you run out again?"

"Are you concerned about me?" Fang Hengzhi rolled his eyes, and replied seriously before he cursed out loud, "The principal asked me to send you the registration form."

After speaking, he took out a crumpled piece of paper from his coat pocket.

"..." Cheng Yi took a breath, "I think you came here to upset me."

Fang Hengzhi said modestly: "I didn't expect that my status in Brother Yi's place would be quite high."

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence: it can play a role in hurting your heart.

Cheng Yi felt that talking to him would piss him off.

From an angle Cheng Moutong couldn't see, he gave him a middle finger.

Fang Hengzhi raised his eyebrows, and showed love to Cheng Moutong.

Cheng Yi's fist hardened: "Are you sick?"

Fang Hengzhi shrugged: "I repay you with kindness and you still scold me? You kiss me badly, and I return..." He made another gesture of love, "Repay it with a careful heart."

Du Mao didn't know why: "Ah?" What are you talking about?Why can't I understand?

Cheng Yi couldn't beat people up, after all, there were still people around who had just watched the excitement, and the scene would collapse after one action.

So he simply came out of nowhere, picked up Cheng Moutong and walked forward.

"Hey, hey?" Du Mao followed, "Why are you going?"

"Eat." Cheng Yi only hated this guy's low IQ.

After walking two steps, he realized that someone hadn't followed, so he had to stop and turned his head and shouted impatiently, "Aren't you following? Aren't you hungry at noon?"

Fang Hengzhi, who was thinking about getting a taxi with his head down, raised his head in astonishment: "Huh?"

He didn't expect this person to be able to call himself.

"Go eat." Cheng Yi used all his patience to answer him calmly, "It's time for dinner, there is a restaurant nearby that tastes good, don't we come together?"

After a pause, he added, "Please."

Fang Hengzhi let out a soft "ah", and then quickly trotted to follow: "Eat, Brother Yi invited you, you must eat."

"Is that Zuiwen 999?!" Du Mao's eyes lit up, "Is that so?"

"Yes." Cheng Yi looked at him contemptuously, "Otherwise, can you tell me where else I can eat besides that one?"

"Zuiwen?" Fang Heng touched his chin, "Isn't that very expensive?"

Cheng Yi nodded: "It's okay."

Du Mao sighed, leaned over to Fang Hengzhi and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I didn't invite you. We are the ones who want to show off Mouton."

Fang Hengzhi: "?"

Du Mao said: "Brother Yi is usually very generous, but he doesn't hold back with this kid. Look at this, I guess he was going to take this kid to eat, so let's take advantage of it."

Fang Hengzhi nodded blankly, rarely lost in thought.

So... Is this deskmate poor or not?

If you want to say that he is poor, he will not blink when he is drunk with a child;

Du Mao couldn't keep his mouth shut. Seeing that Fang Heng ignored him, he went to tease Cheng Yi again: "Hey Brother Yi, you don't care about your motorcycle?"

"Don't worry." Cheng Yi hugged Cheng Moutong, a bastard, and thought it was too hot, so he simply threw the child on the ground and ran away by himself, "I'll walk back and ride later, I have to digest after eating."

"Tsk," Du Mao sighed, "You live so carefully."

Cheng Yi smiled proudly: "That's inevitable, the secret recipe for longevity may be written by me in the future."

Fang Heng knew that the rare one was walking behind him very quietly, and he couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Then he subconsciously turned his head to look at the "abandoned" motorcycle.

Seeing this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

How should I put it, say less than 10,000+ for that car.He hasn't looked at the specific accessories yet, but it is estimated that there are quite a few accessories.

This car... is expensive.

He turned his head numbly, feeling that his sympathy had been blinded in vain.

He might just be the province of the province, how could he assume so subjectively that this is a poor baby?

careless, careless.

At this point, there are quite a few people who are drunk to eat. Fortunately, there are private rooms on the second floor, otherwise Cheng Yi would be annoyed to death by the crowded environment in the lobby on the first floor.

But the private rooms on the second floor are limited, and after the four of them got there, they had to wait for two more tables.

"Sit over there and wait." Cheng Yi took the lead to snatch the sofa in the waiting area over there, "Come, sit."

There were exactly three sofas, one for each of the three, and Cheng Moutong sat on Cheng Yi's lap.

Uncle Cheng habitually sat in the middle, so Fang Hengzhi with his left hand and Du Ermao with his right.

Fang Hengzhi looked at the little doll that looked like glutinous rice balls, and touched his head with itchy hands, but the little doll didn't hide, and was swayed back and forth by the touch.

Cheng Yi slapped the paw off: "Be honest."

Fang Hengzhi glanced at the red back of his hand and sighed: "You are so fierce, why is your brother so obedient?"

"He's good?" Cheng Yi sneered, "He's pretending to be good when something happened."

Fang Heng smiled and said, "That's quite clever."

Cheng Yi rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid you are a little blind."

He helped the child stand up, and with his legs crossed, he fixed the person directly opposite him: "Tell me, why did you fight?"

Cheng Moutong, who always had a lot of excuses, was silent this time.

Cheng Yi frowned: "Just say what you have to say, if it's not your fault, brother will vent your anger on you; if it's your fault, I can't kill you, what are you afraid of?"

Du Mao: "..."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

You can really comfort children.

But Cheng Moutong remained silent.

Cheng Yi wasn't impatient either, so he just stared at him.

"B72 please go to private room No. 72 to eat, please B72 to go to No. [-] private room to eat, please B[-] to..."

A mechanical female voice came from the stereo next to the cash register. Cheng Yi threw the child to Du Mao, stood up and walked into the private room by himself: "It's time for a meal, think about it, organize your words, and I will listen to it when I get home." to explain."

Fang Hengzhi looked at his back, and then looked down at the child who was following Du Mao, feeling a little strange.

He always thought that his new deskmate was a cute and honest person, but he didn't expect...

There is also a fierce side.

He was a little sorry that he couldn't be easily provoked.

"Why are you sighing?" Cheng Yi turned to look at him, "Life abused you, old fox?"

"?" Fang Hengzhi looked confused, "What did you say about me?"

Cheng Yi ignored him.

Yishen would not admit that the phrase "old fox" was a slip of the tongue.

He wanted to scold this guy as an "old fox" for a long time, but this time he couldn't control his language, so he said something wrong.

Fang Heng didn't know how to give up: "Are you calling me an old fox?"

"No." Cheng Yi walked to the private room, and sat down on the upper seat unceremoniously, "Your tinnitus, you heard it wrong."

But Fang Hengzhi is still very persistent: "I heard, you just scolded me..."

"Yes!" Cheng Yi glared at him, "I scolded you! Old fox!"

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

They stared at each other silently, feeling that they were going to rush together to fight to the death in the next second.

Du Mao looked at this and then at that, feeling very melancholy: "You two are living ancestors, right? Cheng Moutong is more mature than both of you."

Now, Fang Hengzhi and Cheng Yi turned their heads and stared at him together: "What did you say?"

Du Mao trembled all over, how dare he speak?

One of the living ancestors squinted his eyes and stared at him with a stinky face, while the other stared at him gently with a smile, just like his mother boiled him in warm water while scraping his flesh with a knife.

When ordering, Cheng Yi graciously gave the choice to the other three people.

But Fang Hengzhi was useless, because Du Mao and Cheng Moutong had already ordered seven dishes and one soup, any more would be a waste.

For some reason, even now that he knows that Cheng Yi is not poor, he still wants to save the other party some money.

When Cheng Yi raised his head from the phone, Du Mao and Cheng Moutong had already finished "fighting".

He nodded and looked at Fang Hengzhi: "Aren't you nodding?"

Fang Hengzhi shook his head: "That's enough."

"It's only seven dishes and one soup." Cheng Yi looked at the menu and then at him with complicated eyes, "I guess it's not enough."

Fang Hengzhi: "?"

"Du Mao can sweep a table by himself. I'll order another one for you." After reading the menu, Cheng Yi handed it to the waiter, "Let's have another drunk."

Du Mao followed up like a conditioned reflex: "Speaking of dick but not nonsense, civilized you and me."

Cheng Moutong looked up at him blankly.

Du Mao: "..."

Cheng Yi & Fang Hengzhi: "..."

waiter:"……"

Now I should be glad that the waiter who came this time was a man.

Seeing the waiter walking out with the menu in embarrassment, Cheng Yi kicked the other side: "Virtue!"

"Wrong, wrong!" Du Mao begged for mercy, "Slip of the tongue! Slip of the tongue! Make sure to correct it next time!"

Fang Hengzhi shook his head: "The child is still here, be careful."

It was rare for Cheng Yi to agree with him.

Du Mao nodded sincerely.

The meals were served one after another, and the aroma wafted throughout the room.

Zuiwen's chicken was cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it was full of juice after one bite. Du Mao and Fang Hengzhi didn't make any more annoying noises, and started to eat honestly.

"Brother." Cheng Mutong suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm not wrong."

Cheng Yi looked down at him, and was finally willing to give him a smile: "Say."

"It's because they are uneducated!" Cheng Moutong blushed, and Yue Mo was furious, "They...they scolded people!"

"Didn't you scold them too?" Cheng Yi tilted his head, "Ms. Li told me that you scolded them, is that true?"

Cheng Mutong was choked by him, hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak, finally bowed his head in shame: "I'm sorry, brother."

"Don't apologize yet." Cheng Yi said, "Tell me the reason."

Cheng Mutong closed his eyes, took a breath and said something: "They said that I am a wild child who can only hang out with my brother every day if my father doesn't care about my mother."

Fang Hengzhi paused at the act of eating chicken.

Even Du Mao's expression turned cold: "Fuck."

Cheng Yi's original casual expression froze, he sat up straight seriously, and said softly, "Did they scold me?"

Cheng Mutong pursed his lips and nodded.

"What are you scolding?" This is what Fang Heng asked.

But Cheng Moutong didn't speak again.

Fang Hengzhi frowned and wanted to continue asking, but Cheng Yi stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth: "These chopsticks are new. Eat more and ask less."

He put the freshly peeled shrimp from another bowl into the Mouton bowl: "Okay, I get it. Eat it."

Fang Hengzhi chewed the meat, and glanced at Du Mao speechlessly.

Du Mao shook his head at him, and ate without saying a word.

Zuiwen's food is not so delicious when it's cold, and the three of them have their own concerns, so they didn't enjoy eating very much.

With something on his mind, he didn't eat much. Du Mao, who could have swept one table, only cleaned half of the table, and there was still a small half left.

Cheng Yi was too lazy to pack and got up to pay the bill.

Fang Hengzhi wanted to stop him from going by himself, but he didn't know what came to his mind, so he still didn't say it, and just followed others out of the door first.

After eating more than 800 yuan for a meal, Cheng Yi didn't blink when he paid, and he didn't look distressed.

He stood at the door and waited for Du Mao to clean up for Cheng Moutong.

From the corner of the eye, he saw someone following him, and he couldn't help reminding: "Try to forget what Cheng Moutong said."

Fang Hengzhi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

After speaking, he took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to him: "One?"

Cheng Yi looked down and found that it was an original Alpine: "Eat candy just after eating?"

Fang Heng didn't know whether to answer, but said: "I don't know what flavor you like, but it's quite sweet."

Cheng Yi was silent for a while, and then took the lollipop with a smile: "You are a stumbling block on my way to write "Longevity Secrets"."

Fang Hengzhi also smiled: "It's a crime."

As soon as he opened the candy and threw it into his mouth, he heard Du Mao's voice behind him: "Brother Yi!"

The two turned their heads and watched Cheng Mutong being carried out.

Cheng Yi stretched out his hand to Cheng Moutong, and the child obediently ran over to hold him.

Fang Heng made a "tsk" sound of unknown meaning?

Cheng Yi "fucked": "What's the matter with you? Why do you, an old man, seem to have more business than girls?"

Fang Heng stretched out his palm noncommittally.

Cheng Yi: "? Do you want to compare my hand to mine?"

"No," Fang Hengzhi shook his head, and stretched out his closed palms, "That's how you treat your brother."

"?"

"But you treat me," Fang Hengzhi slowly clenched his fists, "that's it."

"..."

Cheng Yi raised his fist at him politely, and then extended his middle finger: "Go back to your school to do the questions and ask me for a leave of absence. I won't go in the afternoon."

Fang Hengzhi pushed back his outrageous middle finger with one finger, and said with a smile: "You still need me to do something, please be more polite."

"Okay." Cheng Yi smiled, turned around as if he had eyes, and stopped a taxi, and then quickly stuffed this man and Du Ermao, who was teasing children behind him, into the car, "The car is all for you." , are you polite enough? Go slowly, don’t see me off.”

Before Fang Hengzhi could react, the car door was slammed shut by Cheng Yi.

"Master," Cheng Yi nodded gently to the driver, "Send them to No. [-] Middle School."

"Okay." The driver made an "ok" gesture.

The little yellow car flew away in a single ride.

The author has something to say:

Fang Fox (wronged): You are very cruel to me.