Chapter 60 The Lord is still here!

Twenty minutes later, when Zhuang Shao came back, Meng Ye didn't move. He should have wiped it off and fell asleep.

Zhuang Shao lay flat with his arms on his back, and stared at the dark ceiling without blinking. He didn't regret taking this step at all, although it wasn't too much, it was still a serious step for the seventeen or eighteen-year-olds.

You think, you've already touched it, isn't rounding up to a private life?

However, with Meng Ye's character, it may be a little awkward, after all, what he fears most is numbness. But still the same sentence, do it all, don't worry about it. If you do everything in a forward-looking way, you will still be a rookie when you reach the age of seventy or eighty.

Touching his forehead, it was still a little hot. Zhuang Shao took another antipyretic pill on the bedside table. He glanced at the air conditioner on the wall that was installed not long ago. After thinking about it, he turned it on with the remote control, then turned over and got up.

The air on the roof was quite cold, and he sneezed as soon as he climbed up, so he didn't dare to lie down, so he could only sit on a chair.

There were still two cigarettes left by Zhou Yunfei last night. He lit the clip in his hand, took a sip after doing enough psychological construction, and was suddenly choked and coughed.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fuck it.

It's also very difficult to pretend, for someone like Zhuang Shao.

Facing the boundless galaxy, he slowly exhaled white mist, Zhuang Shao's shoulders were slumped, his face was raised, and the cigarette was placed by his hand, and he just sat silently in a trance.

There were a lot of things floating in his mind, the first one being that he was eighteen years old, and he didn't care who he loved or not, including his mother and his grandmother. The other thing is that Gene is really a fucking great discovery. Tonight, he is considered to have a heart-to-heart connection with his own father. He is ashamed of his father, but that does not prevent him from seducing his sweetheart to commit adultery like his father.

……Hey.

Have to endure, endure, endure, there is a knife on the end of the word. At least he has to endure it until Meng Ye is an adult. Whether he has to endure it until he graduates from high school depends on the situation.

But the truth is just the truth, and it can't be resisted in practice.

He is eighteen years old, not eighty years old. At the age of eighteen, he could feel the smell of Meng Ye's sweat all night, and he could spit out sparks from the pictures of Meng Ye on his mobile phone. OK?

"...Fuck it." Zhuang Shao rubbed his head tightly, feeling that his future was bleak.

He called Zhou Yunfei, and as expected, Zhou Yunfei had not slept, and was watching TV at home.

"Brother Fei."

Lazy on the opposite side: "Did you do it?"

"Cough cough!" Zhuang Shao almost choked to death on his saliva, "...not that far."

"Oh." Zhou Yunfei is experienced, someone came over, "with your hands?"

This is a fucking god.

"Brother, can you stop being so straightforward? I'm thin-skinned. And don't do it in front of Meng Ye, he's even thinner."

Zhou Yunfei smiled: "Okay, do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with you if I can't sleep." The smoke in his hand burned out for a long time, and Zhuang Shao shook it silently.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhuang Shao took a deep breath: "What do you think he thinks, I don't understand how he can still sleep tonight."

Don't look at his precociousness, when he talks about his affairs with Meng Ye, he always has a childish tone, and sometimes he adds a little bit of anger, for example, now, it's like the sentence of the head teacher of the third year of high school, "Why are you still sleeping now? Got it?!" Zhou Yunfei was amused.

"Isn't that good? At least it shows that he doesn't hate it. Besides, what do you want him to react to? Let you give an explanation? It's impossible, it's not necessary, and it's not really done."

"But..." Zhuang Shao whispered, "...it has changed."

"I know, I mean don't worry, take it one step at a time."

It is cruel to change these two words. Maybe you have changed and he has not changed. Maybe he has changed but he does not want to change. He is pushed to change.

"Besides, his name is Meng Ye, he is so wild, how could he be bent by you so easily." Zhou Yunfei smiled, "Take your time, how many people can't touch a finger of the person they like in their entire life."

Zhuang Shao asked, "You?"

"Hold!"

Zhuang Shao smiled and put out the cigarette: "Hang up, thank you brother."

"Get out of here."

Zhou Yunfei gave up.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Shao sat down to spread hysteria and eliminated several mosquitoes before going to sleep.

Meng Ye woke up at six o'clock the next morning, suddenly woke up like that.

At that time, Zhuang Shao was still sleeping soundly, and Meng Ye felt uncomfortable down there, bluntly swollen, struggling to open his eyes and found that he was...

In fact, it's easy to understand. After experiencing such a mess last night, it's strange that it didn't start to change this morning. But all of this was simply a momentary reminder of all the shameful details, making him sit with steam and cover his face in regret.

What the fuck do I do, how can I ask Zhuang Shao to help me DIY, my fucking brain was kicked by a donkey?

The key seems to be Zhuang Shao's initiative.

Of course he's burnt out, but I'm fucking awake! I fuck-

Meng Ye couldn't wait to slap himself twice, and sat on the bed with gritted teeth and blamed himself, and it didn't take long for him to wake Zhuang Shao. Zhuang Shao was also a little uncomfortable. He wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard Meng Ye say, "I'm sorry."

The sound is decadent.

"...?"

Zhuang Shao hesitated.

Meng Ye said: "Last night I was obsessed with my mind. It wasn't personnel affairs. Although it was you who took the initiative, the main responsibility still lies with me."

Not to mention it is quite responsible, but why is this kind of responsibility so evil? Zhuang Shao let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little lost and helpless: "Didn't I let you say sorry?"

Meng Ye sat silently.

But that place is no less obvious than a bundle of cash at the front desk, which is both abrupt and eye-catching, and it is impossible to ignore it as long as the eyes pass by.

Zhuang Shao said, "Go and deal with it."

After all, the two have already had that kind of experience, which is equivalent to hitting a target with a real gun, and then encountering a water gun is like playing.

Meng Ye put on his clothes and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower in less than five seconds. The cold water made him shiver violently. He even forgot to take off his clothes, so he straightened to take a shower.

So fucking embarrassing.

He stuck to the tile angrily and didn't dare to look under him, let alone touch it. Suddenly, I remembered the phrase "disinfection" that Zhuang Shao said last night, and I was so embarrassed that I slammed my head against the wall.

Who the fuck is my sweetheart, this is my robbery!

He lifted his shirt to cover his face, the bow sprinkled with remorse and remorse, and when the knock on the door suddenly sounded, he was so frightened that he almost disarmed.

"You didn't take a towel."

I...fuck...ah...

am i a pig? !

"No, no, no, I'll come out naked."

"Okay." Zhuang Shao's voice seemed to be deliberately calm, "I'm outside."

"Forget it, give it to me!"

Meng Ye tore the door open a crack, and stretched out his right hand, half covering his sturdy thigh under the crack of the door. Taking the towel, he asked in a very low voice, "Can't you hear me?"

Zhuang Shao replied very considerately: "Just as long as I don't exist."

Fuck, is this fucking audible or inaudible? Meng Ye was extremely depressed, and slammed the door shut, almost shattering the glass.

In fact, Zhuang Shao can't hear anything, but he can see the general movement, because the door is frosted!

As the saying goes, when God closes a door, he has to open a window for you, which means that if you don’t let you hear, you will also let you see. There is no hearing but vision. God is so considerate and arrogant.

In it, Meng Ye was reserved at first, but later he became unrestrained and let himself go. The range of movements became bigger and bigger. Zhuang Shao couldn't do it if he wanted to be pure and greedy, so he could only try his best not to let himself fall.

He wanted to rush in several times, but for the sake of his own safety, he finally endured it.

Where there is life, there is hope. Today's illness is not good, next time, next time he can't get out of bed.

After another two or three minutes, the outline in the bathroom was motionless, stiff, trembling with one hand against the wall. Zhuang Shao's throat moved hoarsely, and he sat back at the table and picked up the physics book.

Meng Ye was very depressed when he came out. His whole body was red and red, but his lips were white because he was flushed with cold water the whole time.

He limped towards the bed, and Zhuang Shao noticed it out of the corner of his eye, and put down the book: "What's wrong with your legs?"

"It's cramping again."

"again?"

Hold. Meng Ye reacted and wanted to wipe his neck and commit suicide.

Zhuang Shao understood. Sometimes when tiptoe, or if push too hard, get cramps easily.

Meng Ye lay on the bed without saying a word, buried his face in the pillow, neither chasing Zhuang Shao away nor talking to Zhuang Shao, completely immersed in his own mourning little world.

Zhuang Shao put the book away and shook him gently.

He shook his head, silently.

At this time, it's best not to talk and save face for the other party. Zhuang Shao knows this, but he can't help it. He couldn't help but tease Meng Ye, couldn't help but not care about him.

Zhuang Shao pinched Meng Ye's left ankle: "This one?"

This is generally the case, the right hand exerts effort, and the left leg is the one to cramp.

Meng Ye's silence is equivalent to default.

Zhuang Shao massaged him lightly as before, rubbing his heels all the way to his calf, rubbing away the excessively tight tendons. Meng Ye lay on his stomach and did not respond the whole time.

"Why are you so unhappy?" Zhuang Shaoming asked knowingly, "You listened to me the whole way that day, and I didn't get angry with you."

Meng Ye turned his face to the other side: "That's different."

"What's the difference?"

Meng Ye whispered, "I'm still here."

Damn, how fresh. Zhuang Shao squeezed the back of his neck: "Me too!"

Meng Ye was itchy and numb, and laughed sullenly: "You came from the big city, unrestrained, who knows."

"Fuck off." This is the first time I plan to leave it to you, you idiot. Zhuang Shao gritted his teeth and reiterated: "I'll tell you again, not only have I never done it, but I haven't even kissed anyone else on the mouth. Last night was the first time I said goodbye—"

"Stop, stop!" Meng Ye wanted to open the window and jump down, but suddenly remembered that it was the first floor, so he could only beg pitifully, "Don't say anything, brother, I believe, I believe."

Zhuang Shao looked at him angrily, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he probably owed him a life in his last life, and it was a life-threatening situation. Otherwise, how could he be tortured like this in this life, and the more tortured he was, the more he wanted to drown on him?

The two of them were awkward for several days, no one cared about the other, until the mother and sister came back from the country.

During this time, Meng Ye went out early and returned late for training. After all, Lao Yang had high requirements. Of course, Zhuang Shao was also setting up a stall, and it was quite mysterious. Every night he came home as tired as a dog, his T-shirt was so sweaty that he could wring out water, and he fell asleep without a word.

As a result, the two of them naturally couldn't see each other, and couldn't touch their little hands.

I'm going back to make up the class next week. On Saturday night, Zhuang Shao went out to set up a stall again. guess he's going to make a lot of money and bring a big bag with him.

At nine o'clock, Yu Na suggested: "Brother, let's go have a look, I haven't sold anything in the night market yet."

Meng Ye didn't do it: "There's nothing to see, isn't it just guarding the stall."

Yu Na said if you don't go, I'll go! Youying also said that I have to see my eldest son, what if the flowers in the greenhouse are bullied? The old lady has to support him!

So the two women stopped watching TV and playing cards, and set off arm in arm. Meng Ye hummed from behind, thinking to go to you, I'm not uncommon in this pool of cow dung.

But don't tell me, staring at the guests in the hotel is quite psychedelic. When guests pass by the front desk, they always ask, "Yo, are you just yourself today?"

"No way." Meng Ye was sharpening his pencil, annoyed, "How can we compare to the eldest young master from the city, who coaxed my mother and my sister into confusion, and left all the big and small matters at home to me, they A family of three go out for a leisurely trip."

Did you hear it? The guests whispered to their peers, and the two children were fighting for favor. Good to say yo, right? It's not common to compete for favor at such a big age. The guest winked hard, and said that you don't know anything. There are some problems with the two children in their family. One looks like a movie star but is born with incompetence. It's quite complete, and the day after tomorrow, my brain is poisoned by gas again! In layman's terms, it is called mental retardation!

"Don't go up!" There was a sudden shout from behind, and the two guests were startled, thinking that Meng Ye had heard what they said just now and wanted revenge. As a result, he turned around tremblingly, and saw that this unfortunate child was wearing a mask and hat in the summer, and was fully armed to go out.

"Close the door early tonight, go to the opposite side to open a room! Take my little dragon with me too!"

"..." The guest looked at him and pointed to his brain: I was right.

After sneaking into the night market, Meng Ye realized that this is a really good place. There are not only clothes and jewelry, but also potted plants and goldfish. Some people make unplugged coffee and drinks in the trunk. They sell everything you can think of.

After turning a small circle, he didn't find any familiar figures. He was surprised when he suddenly heard the sound of music in the small square in the east. When went over, saw that there were three floors inside and three floors outside, and there seemed to be someone playing guitar inside.

"Borrowed, borrowed—"

Struggling to cut through the crowd, Meng Ye first found Yu Na and his mother, and the two of them were playing the beat happily, like the dedicated audience in the front row of the Spring Festival Gala. Looking in the middle along their line of sight, saw Zhou Yunfei sitting on the two boxes playing the guitar, accompanied by his flowery arms, prodigal son, and affectionate, and another person who was suspected of being a broken mouth sang next to him.

"..." Meng Ye got goosebumps!

He rubbed and rubbed hard, looking for Zhuang Shao while rubbing, but he couldn't find it after a long search, so he was so anxious that he was about to post a missing person notice.

After half a minute of anxiousness, at most half a minute, a huge figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the crowd. Meng Ye squinted his eyes and almost dropped his jaw.

A giant Zhuang Shao in a dinosaur monster suit appeared in the small clearing in the middle. The reason why was convinced that it was Zhuang Shao was because of his height, and because of his fucking face!

I don't know what kind of defective clothes the monster suit is, and its face is hollowed out, revealing a small round face. Zhuang Shao's facial features are crowded in that area, his face is expressionless because of embarrassment, he looks handsome and cold, curious and funny, very much like the fifth brother who was beaten by life to perform on the street.

Brother Zuisui patted the microphone and cleared his throat: "Friends! Next, we will invite our No. 1 Lieutenant Colonel to bring you a wonderful performance-Dinosaur hip-hop hip-hop!"

Dinosaurs...hip-hop...hip-dance...

As soon as the voice fell, Yu Na and Sister Ying took the lead in applauding, and Sister Ying turned her head: "Why are you standing still? Drum!" The innocent people next to them immediately clapped their hands, and shouted loudly before they even started, "Okay! Awesome!"

Meng Ye laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking, shaking violently, his stomach hurt so fast that he was dying, he covered his stomach and shouted, "Okay! Okay! Where's my cell phone? Okay! Where's my cell phone? Who can help me record this? Mutually!!"