Chapter 11 Not a Thing

You Ying was happily fighting the landlords in the hardware store next door when she suddenly heard someone shouting, "It's too long! Someone is running naked on the road!" The voice was still very excited.

"What? Streaking??"

What about performance art? A few people stopped playing cards, and rushed to run out, but You Ying was like being struck by lightning.

What bullshit performance art, the one who ran streaking was his own son, and he was forced to run naked!

"Hurry up and stop watching."

She rushed out and stopped a taxi to get people up with Zhuang Shao. Before leaving, she shouted to the hardware store: "My son is dizzy, remember the card and come back to pay!" After hearing this, Zhuang Shao silently covered Meng Ye's ears. .

When sent to the hospital for examination, it was a slight gas poisoning. The doctor instructed to infuse two bottles of liquid first and leave it for observation overnight.

"Sister Ying." Zhuang Shao stood next to him like an adult, "Take two hundred yuan and I'll pay the fee."

He has called him that since he got used to it. You Ying has been using it from the very beginning to the present, and it is awkward to hear it. She frowned and glared at him: "I bumped into the ghost stall and you two!"

Zhuang Shao took the money and went to the counter, doing things smoothly.

When he came back, Meng Ye was already awake, and was being scolded by his mother pointing at his nose, scolding him for not opening the window in the shower, scolding him for fainting and not knowing how to wear clothes, and letting others see him in vain. Meng Ye used his eyes to talk back to his mother.

"Mom, why don't you go back soon, the shop door is open, be careful that the dowry is stolen and no one wants to remarry."

"Stinky boy." His mother twisted his face hard, "I dumped your oil bottle before I remarry!"

"Ouch, Zhuang Shao, save me!"

"Save your sister. I have to go back to play cards. Zhuang Shao, stay with him and take a taxi home tomorrow morning."

After his mother twisted his waist away, Zhuang Shao found a chair and sat down.

People in the infusion room came and went looking at them with joy. Who made a naked man wrapped in sheets lying here, it can be described as a wonder.

Meng Ye was angry, he pulled on Zhuang Shao's pants and spread evil fire: "You're so mean, just put me on your back without putting on clothes, now it's alright, not only you have seen my butt, but even the neighbors. Damn it, there are people who take nude photos and threaten me! You can tell me what to do, and quickly take responsibility for me!"

The other patients around heard it and covered their mouths and laughed. Zhuang Shao couldn't hold back his face: "Can you speak a little bit, what is responsible for you, it's just playing the piano randomly."

"Don't listen to the bastard chanting the scriptures." A sturdy calf stretched out from the bed sheet and kicked him, "You must be responsible for causing me to be seen by others. Buy me clothes and pants, just now."

Zhuang Shao stood up abruptly and ran away like a plague god.

Meng Ye smiled smugly from behind: "Bring a bag of potato chips when you come back!"

The shops on this street have closed early, but a nearby night market is still open. When he was in a hurry to save people, Zhuang Shao broke one of his slippers, and his feet were a little swollen, so he could only limping along.

Clothes in the night market are either hung for sale or sold in piles, with prices ranging from five yuan to dozens of yuan, with a dazzling array of various grades. All the other stalls were full of people in front of them, and there were only a few places where they were crowded. The reason was probably the boss who had tattoos on his arms.

Zhuang Shao didn't want to squeeze with others, so he picked out a printed short sleeve at Huaji's house: "Boss, how much is this?"

The other party was smoking a cigarette and glanced at him: "No bargaining at thirty."

"What about these gym shorts?"

"You can't wear this size."

"I don't wear it," Zhuang Shao said. "My brother wears it. He is shorter than me."

The boss smiled lazily: "Brother buys clothes for younger brother? Rare."

Obviously it was an ordinary joke, but Zhuang Shao remembered those responsible nonsense and explained with a blank face: "My brother can't take care of himself."

"Yo, what's going on?"

"gas poisoning."

"Tsk, are you alright?"

Zhuang Shao shook his head: "There is no hope."

Meng Ye, who was far away in the infusion room, sneezed fiercely, and always felt that his legs were numb, who was cursed by him!

"Okay, it's cheaper for you." The boss was quite interesting. "Add fifty to the clothes and pants. If you want socks, I'll give you a pair."

"Thank you boss," said Zhuang Shao, "no socks, do you have slippers?"

"Your brother can't take care of himself and still need slippers?"

"Occasionally get out in the sun in a wheelchair."

"Then you take this, this is strong."

Zhuang Shao nodded: "I want two pairs."

After receiving the money, the boss gave him the shoes, and he changed them on the spot. The heel of the old slippers was missing a large piece, not to mention how miserable it was. The flower arm boss looked at him and walked a few steps with a lame leg, and suddenly stopped him: "Come back and come back."

Zhuang Shao thought he was giving less money, and he touched his pocket and didn't say a word. He took a piece of toilet paper and wrote down his mobile phone number: "If you have any difficulties in life, call me, just call me Fei Ge."

The night market is really hidden dragons and crouching tigers, Zhuang Shaoxiang, there are people who care about left-behind children.

Back in the hospital, Meng Ye put on his trousers in the sheets, and Zhuang Shao was still staring at the string of phone numbers. What's the matter with Hua Arm, you want to recruit yourself as a younger brother? But I don't have the power to tie the chicken, I'm afraid it's not a good seedling.

After reading the phone number, he looked at Meng Ye again, and saw Meng Ye's arms were bulging. If he didn't get into college, he might really be a good thug. A flying brother and a wild brother, when the time comes to form a combination, it is called the wild man flying combination. Listen, how loud and powerful it is to roam the rivers and lakes.

"Why are you staring at me all the time?"

"Did I stare?" Zhuang Shao said, "No."

"Where isn't it?" Meng Ye was addicted to the TV show, covering his chest and shouting, "The stinky hooligan peeked at me to change my clothes!"

Zhuang Shao raised his eyebrows and swiped his phone without changing his face.

Meng Ye sighed a good woman, reached into his trousers pocket and took out a tube of potato chips, opened it and chewed it with a crunch. After a while, it was too hot again, so he stretched out his foot and kicked Zhuang Shao: "What's wrong with my fan, summer is almost over and I haven't seen a shadow."

In fact, Zhuang Shao went to the shopping mall a few days ago to see it. The grade was more than 300. He planned to move home after the exam. How could he know such a thing would happen after the exam.

"Wait two days."

"Hmph, I'll go to the city to participate in the sports meeting in two days. You bought it to entertain my mother?"

"Can I be courteous to the dog?"

"Fuck, you're a dog."

Meng Ye's feet were out of place, and Zhuang Shao's thighs were itchy.

It felt like a scar, a deep scar.

"What's wrong with your feet?"

Meng Ye retracted his legs, and Zhuang Shao still saw the dazzling Kung Fu. Right at the heel of the foot, inconspicuous but it looks uneven, which didn't notice before.

"It's nothing, I had a minor operation." He said lightly, reaching for the potato chips, "What do you want to eat?"

"What surgery?"

"It's too long-winded, how come there are so many problems, don't eat, don't eat."

He pulled the sheets and covered his head as soon as he fell asleep, but his body rubbed forward, leaving Zhuang Shao half behind him.

Zhuang Shao said, "I'll go back to sleep."

Meng Ye muttered: "Sleep wherever you like."

Zhuang Shao felt inconvenient, and was afraid that something might happen to Meng Ye tonight. Sister Ying has entrusted her children, so she can't be too irresponsible as a temporary father. Forget it, just squeeze and squeeze.

Lying on the bed, he did not take off his clothes and covered the quilt, keeping a fist distance from Meng Ye. Who would have thought that Meng Ye was extremely restless in his sleep, snoring and sticking pancakes, and his bad habit of pinching people with his legs!

"I said you can't be honest?" Zhuang Shao lowered his voice dissatisfied, "Let go of your legs."

Meng Ye couldn't hear clearly, and his thigh was lifted up again, just pressing on Zhuang Shao's key part!

"you"

Zhuang Shao is about to have a heart attack, what a quirk!

"Obey, let go!"

He took Meng Ye's legs from his pelvis time and time again, Meng Ye overtook him again and again, and later even put his arms around him, hanging half of him on him, smacking his mouth, not knowing what to eat in his dreams something. Zhuang Shao was really helpless, so he simply came back to kill, straightening Meng Ye's legs and pressing his knees up, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

In this way, Meng Ye was honest, but Zhuang Shao couldn't sleep.

Why?

Because he suddenly discovered that Meng Ye's waist was so narrow, his lower abdomen was so stretched, and there were grooves on each side of his trousers, as if he was hooking someone's fingers and sliding down.

The hazy moonlight filtered through the hospital's partition curtain, not as scary as the one played in the TV series, but added a bit of charm.

Has Meng Ye slept with the girl?

Such a question suddenly popped into Zhuang Shao's mind, and even he himself felt sick. Whether he slept or not, first of all Meng Ye would not casually say that he was not that kind of person, and secondly, it had nothing to do with him.

Zhuang Shao vaguely realized that he cared more about Meng Ye than everyone in the past, and even more than the normal range. But on second thought, it doesn't seem to be anything special.

For his current self, Meng Ye is the best friend. I am uncomfortable, he is with him, he is in danger, I am the first to take him to the hospital, friendship is like this, if you put me at ease, I will put you at ease, if you think I am important, I will also think of you Very important.

What does Meng Ye think?

Meng Ye, who was usually rough and leafy, fell asleep like a baby, and even his breathing grew evenly, his long eyelashes were fanned under his eyelids, and the tip of his nose was sweating. Zhuang Shao stared at him, feeling that this kid was heartless, maybe he thought of himself as Xiaolong's brother.

Meng Ye recovered as soon as he was discharged from the hospital. On the third day, he packed up and went to the city with the team to participate in the game. Before leaving, he asked Zhuang Shao to feed Xiaolong.

Zhuang Shao squatted at the door and watched Meng Ye get on the bus: "When will you be back?"

"Friday, it is estimated to arrive in the afternoon."

Zhuang Shao nodded, and Xiaolong also wagged his tail.

The bus was already full, Meng Ye was the last to get on, and Lu Xiaochuan occupied a seat for him in the penultimate row. The driver was about to drive when Zhuang Shao ran over.

He went up: "Meng Ye?"

"Why?" Meng Ye sat down and stood up again, "Here."

There is no air conditioner inside, it is very hot. Zhuang Shao walked through the aisle with sports students on both sides: "I just forgot to give you my phone."

He carried the phone and the charger in his trouser pockets.

Meng Ye said, "No, I don't need it, I compare it to night."

Zhuang Shao still insisted on giving it to him: "Have you brought your headphones?"

"Forgot." Meng Ye didn't care at all.

Zhuang Shao took out the fifty dollars on his body again: "Then buy a pair in the city, just because mine is broken."

Meng Ye was impatient: "You can give me a task, I'm still playing, how can there be that time in the United States."

Zhuang Shao went down without saying anything.

The car started, Meng Ye sat down and put away his bags, Lu Xiaochuan and Gao Gao looked back tacitly. Zhuang Shao was still standing there, with both hands in his trouser pockets, watching them without any extra expression on his face.

Lu Xiaochuan felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and said, "Meng Ye, I found that you are really not a thing."

Meng Ye was scolded for no reason, and along the way did not want to understand why he was not a thing.

He sat bored, took out Zhuang Shao's mobile phone and flipped through it. There was only one Tetris game in the game, but there were many photos. There is the school gate, the sky and the clouds, Xiaolong sleeping on his stomach at the door, and Yingjie playing cards on a pony, but without him, there is no Zhuang Shao himself.

"This kid is really boring." Meng Ye muttered, "I don't even have a handsome photo of my brother, so whether you can take me as a friend or not."

Isn't the pace a little too slow... sorry! Turtle climbs like me! After that, there will be growth and advancement on both sides, so there are more preparations in the early stage, thank you for putting up with me!