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Chapter 49
After a moment of movement, he Qinghuan pressed his voice and collected it.
He didn't tell him how the blow was done, and the text sent him good night.
Looking at the hair slightly dry, throw the cell phone and towel on the cupboard, fall down and go to sleep.
The air conditioner in the room was so low that he was covered with a duck down quilt and a warm yellow light stood at the end of the bed. He slept in a daze and the door was pushed open.
Someone is adjusting his air conditioner.
He sat up and looked faintly at the comer. It was Gu Dazhi.
"Lao Gu, what are you doing?"
Gu Dazhi was turning his head up to raise the temperature when he heard the sound of looking at Old Gu for two seconds. From a month or two ago, Gu Wang stopped calling him Old Gu and called him Dad. Suddenly he began to call him Old Gu, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
"it's October. Who do you want to die when you turn on the 17-degree air conditioner?" Gu Dazhi murmured, set the air conditioner to 25, paused for a moment, and he turned it off directly.
Before he woke up, he frowned, "Lao Gu, you don't understand."
It is a happy life to blow the lowest air conditioner under a thick quilt.
"I don't understand. I don't understand. Go to sleep with you." When Gu Dazhi left, he also took away the air conditioner remote control in the watch room, showing off.
Look, "."
Without the air conditioner, didn't fall asleep for a long time, and didn't sleep too hard, like being pulled into another person's life by one hand, but very familiar with it, just like he had experienced.
He eats breakfast in the living room. To be exact, he eats breakfast in the living room of he Qinghuan's home.
The original said he wanted to go out. Although his leg was hurt in a car accident, he still loved to play and stayed at home all the time. He was bored to death.
He Qinghuan said to go out with him after work.
He was so happy that he ate an extra piece of bread for breakfast that day. In the afternoon, he sat in a wheelchair at the door waiting for he Qinghuan to get off work. At ten o'clock in the evening, he Qinghuan came back. He strode over, covered the blanket tightly over his body, crouched in front of him, lifting his eyes, eyes full of apology.
"look, I'm sorry, there's something going on at the company. Would you like to take you out next time?"
There was no doubt about him in his original body, so he nodded and said it didn't matter.
He Qinghuan smiled and kissed his earlobe, from the earlobe to his neck, until he was so shy that he refused.
Look like an outsider, but he can clearly feel the original emotions, just like his own emotions.
When he Qinghuan kissed the original body, he felt that his skin was burning and his whole body seemed to be passed through by electric current. he looked at the original body and saw that the original body and his reaction were exactly the same.
He Qinghuan's next time, do not know when, until the original can not help it, but also mentioned it again two months later, want to go out, even if it is just a walk in the city center.
Since leaving with he Qinghuan, he hasn't seen anyone except he Qinghuan except his two aunts.
He Qinghuan agreed this time, and went home on time after work. He originally came out with the guitar in his room. "I'll give you Sing, and I'll go to the square and give you Sing."
The happiness of the original, let the look at the heart of the panic.
In the middle of the car, he Qinghuan suddenly received a call from the company that he wanted to go back to work overtime. He looked at his original body very sorry.
The original was not aware of anything else, so he grabbed the window and said, "I can do it myself. Just let Aunt Zhang accompany me."
He Qinghuan didn't speak for a long time. He looked at him doubtfully and saw that his Ah Huan's face was expressionless. He smiled faintly after seeing the original.
Little by little, he twirled the blanket for his original body and whispered, "come out to play next time. I'm not relieved."
The hope in the original eyes dimmed instantly, and for the first time he was a little angry, "what's there to worry about?" Can't I just stay in the square for a while? I'm bored to death by staying at home all day. "
"Why do you take care of everything? you have to take care of what I eat and wear, and you have to take care of me when I go out. You are so annoying."
The original body bowed his head and fiddled with the strings, he liked he Qinghuan so much and lost his temper at he Qinghuan, but the contradiction accumulated over time, and it became even more uncontrollable when it broke out to a certain extent, so it would be better to make it clear earlier.
"I want to take care of myself, Ah Huan. I want to go home and have a look."
This sentence is like stepping on the bottom line of he Qinghuan, he hung his eyes and looked at the boy beside him. He lost a lot of weight because of the car accident. Fortunately, he was optimistic by nature, and his heart was still alive because of his leg disease.
But he's leaving.
He Qinghuan put aside some long broken hair in front of his forehead and said slowly.
"Don't you want to stay by my side?"
"what's good out there?"
"look, you said it yourself, you like me."
"now, I like you, too. Why don't you stay at home obediently?"
He looked at the driver and said, "go home."
He stared unbelievably in his original body. He didn't quite understand what he Qinghuan meant, and he seemed to understand it again.
The fear at the bottom of his heart directly affected the look. He woke up from his sleep, pinched himself, confirmed the reality, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Look at do not know whether the original body Ming does not understand, he understands anyway, he Qinghuan imprisoned the original body in disguise, directly cut off all his contact with the outside world.
So, is this what he Qinghuan calls love?
He has never completely separated himself from his original body, and he is helping to walk in his original life, but he is sure that he and his original body are two different people, and he has always believed that.
But for the first time, he was not so sure why he could clearly feel the happiness, sadness, disappointment and despair of his original body, so the subtle feelings and emotions seemed to happen to him.
Gu Wang was a smart man, and the wise man thought more. A seemingly impossible guess appeared in the bottom of his heart. Only a head appeared, and he was pressed down by watching him dead.
No way. He can't be the original.
How could such a miserable life be his?
He stayed for a while and thought of he Qinghuan.
He Qinghuan likes him now and does not seem to show such a strong desire for control and possessiveness. He looks at the ceiling and hopes that this time he will not follow the old path of the original.
If it is really inevitable, he can not sit back and wait for death, whether it is a golden cicada shell or a direct showdown, he can not become an accessory of a person.
It is even more impossible to be imprisoned.
The two drivers in the family, Gu Dazhi and du Liping, took one away today and had to go to school on their own.
When was in the rush hour, couldn't get a taxi for a while, so took the bus directly.
I didn't expect to meet someone know on the bus.
Looking at the rings above his head, he looked at Jiang Chi sitting in front of him, and the two looked at each other for several seconds, speechless for a moment.
It happened to be morning, and the sun shone into the car, gazing at the front, covered with gold.
His eyelashes were falling and shattering in the blink of an eye.
The shadow of the eyelashes swept before the eyes, like the thick ink on the drawing paper with a brush.
Putting aside his personal prejudices, Jiang Chi had to admit that Gu Wang had a very good-looking face.
He said angrily, "are you with he Qinghuan?"
His voice was so loud that half of the carriage looked at them. Jiang Chi unnaturally cleared his throat and snorted.
He looked at him and smiled, "not yet."
Jiang Chi's eyes lit up and looked at him.
"soon." Gu Wang added slowly.
Most of the time, you only have to take care of others.
The premise is that he is aboveboard, and he never likes to play dirty.
Jiang Chi turned black and stopped talking.
Looking at him, he was a little curious. How could Chiang Kai-shek take the bus because he was so rich? he didn't ask, but Chiang Chi felt that he was looking at himself. He touched his face and said, "what are you looking at?"
Looking at the faint way, "it's all right."
Two people are not friends, can even be called hostile relationship, he is only suitable for curiosity, not concern.
Jiang Chi sneered and asked, "are you 3000 meters today?"
Look at him.
Jiang Chi, "I'm three thousand, too. Do you want to be crushed by me again?"
Look at the frown, "you are too floating."
He said it very seriously, not in a joking tone at all, in a completely declarative tone.
Thanks to Jiang Chi, Wang remembered a plot that once appeared in the book.
Because of the discord between he Qinghuan and Chiang Chi, he and Chiang Chi had to fight for everything. Apart from learning, the original study grade hung at the end of the car, and Jiang Chi scored in the middle and upper reaches of the grade. He himself knew that he could not match his grades, so he tried to surpass Jiang Chi in other aspects.
In the spring sports meeting in the first year of senior high school, when two people ran five kilometers, Jiang Chi had more explosive power but not enough endurance, and his original body was exactly the opposite of him. If he ran a long distance, Jiang Chi was bound to lose.
As for why Jiang Chi is so confident, it is because he likes to play dirty, it is not enough to bump into the original himself, and he has to pay other people in the same competition to make things difficult for them. They are all students and have little money. Jiang Chi is generous. He just nullifies the fouls. No one cares.
Even if you play dirty, you still act as if you really have some strength.
The bus broadcast showed Jinyang High School arriving at the station, looking down at Jiang Chi, loosening the rings and raising the corners of his lips. "Jiang Chi, we'll see."
Jiang Chi was stupefied and then gave a sneer back.
During the three-day sports meeting, some students did not wear school uniforms, and the flower beds on both sides of the runway were lined with sheds of each class. Scald glucose was always ready.
In the middle of the playground is the boss's blackboard, which records the total score and ranking of each class yesterday.
Look at their class, in the third.
It is also hard for them to earn points, and several girls in the class who are good at writing keep writing refueling manuscripts. although the score is not as high as the project, mosquito legs are also considered meat, accumulating a lot of points.
Holding a few bottles of Coke, Song Zhiyan gave each of the girls who wrote refueling manuscripts on the table a bottle and said, "can you write a personal one?"
Wen Ting looked up. "whose are you going to write about?"
Song Zhiyan pointed to himself.
Look, "."
Then he pointed to the gaze, "I followed."
Wen Ting put down her pen and said, "looking at 3000 meters today, you are doing the high jump. How do you want to write?"
Song Zhiyan plucked his hair and raised his chin. "just praise us for being handsome. after all, this is quite obvious, and everyone can see it. As soon as you say it, they will know which one it is."
Wen Ting was simply surprised by Song Zhiyan's shamelessness. She propped up her chin and said, "write it yourself. I can't write this."
Other people are all athletes, come on, their class write, that handsome than, do you want to be shameless?
Song Zhiyan picked up his pen and said, "write it yourself. I'm afraid you won't be able to write about my handsome."
Shen Zhao entered the school when the school gate was closed. His father sent him, and everyone was still quarreling with his father when he entered the school.
"No, no, no. I'll let my mother beat you to death!"
His father grabbed the iron door and said, "son of a bitch, you can come out. I skinned you today!"
The voice was big, and the students in several nearby sheds all looked at him. Shen Zhao didn't think there was anything. He didn't have a project today, nor did he wear a school uniform. He had a white T-shirt inside and a light blue hooded sunscreen shirt on the outside.
Look young.
He slammed his schoolbag on the table and unzipped it. "I brought soda. I'll give each of you a bottle, and I'll give the rest to my own class."
He ran to the next shed with his schoolbag on his back.
As Song Zhiyan stooped and was still writing hard to praise him and the beauty of the prosperous age, he heard the voice of Shouwang hesitant in his ear, "Song Zhiyan, look at the words of Song, do you see if Zhao Zi's trousers are wet?"
Song Zhiyan looked at it and laughed like a fool when he lost his pen. "his soda is cold, he has wet his schoolbag, and his schoolbag has wet his pants again. I hope you don't tell him, you idiot."
Look, "."
He remembered his embarrassment in front of he Qinghuan not long ago.
It is also because the pants are wet, which is even more embarrassing than Shen Zhao, because the ones who wet the pants are not schoolbags, but underwear.
Even though some days have passed, when think about it, still want to cover face and drill into the ground.
Speaking of which, he Qinghuan's clothes are still with him, so we have to give them back to him sometime.
He looked up at Song Zhiyan, who had finished writing his own, and then began to write about him. He couldn't bear to read any more. He looked up and looked around.
I happened to see he Qinghuan and Yuefeng coming out of the teaching building.
Today, he Qinghuan wore a loose long-sleeved white T and loose gray sweatpants, casual and comfortable. seldom see him wear it like this. Most of the time, he is a school uniform, zipped to the top, celibate and cold, and full of alienation.
He came all the way, and many people in the shed looked at him.
He could not bask in the sun, so he came and went straight into the shed. Because of his height, he bowed his head slightly when he came in.
Raise your eyes to match your gaze.
He blinked and asked, "how's your back?"
He Qinghuan walked over, stood beside him and whispered, "after you blew last night, you feel much better."
Look, "."
Song Zhiyan straightened up and looked at the two people, "blow?" Blow what? Blow job? "
Look, "."
No one answered him. Song Zhiyan cut off and went on with his writing. when he finished, he read out his thoughts and read them to him.
"look, what do you think of my writing?" Song Zhiyan looked at his masterpiece, very proud, full of self-confidence, "Ah, the young man runs with the wind!" Ah, even the sun has to make way for him! Ah, your sweat also brings a charming fragrance! Ah, we will all be fascinated by you! You, Gu Wang, are the treasure beads of the South China Sea! It's a rare diamond, you, look out. "
Unable to listen any more, he kicked Song Zhiyan and said, "shut up."
It's not such an exaggeration.
Wen Ting leaned back and forth with laughter. "Song Zhiyan, are you sure you want to throw this up? ask the monitor if he will read it to you."
After all the refueling manuscripts are sent to the podium, the host has to sift through the manuscripts, and only those that conform to socialist values and youthful demeanor can be selected.
Song Zhiyan like this may not be in the hands of he Qinghuan.
Wen Ting's words made several people look at he Qinghuan one after another to see what he thought of Song Zhiyan's brazen behavior.
Looking at the foreboding, he can probably guess what kind of answer he Qinghuan will give.
He Qinghuan glanced at the side face of the boy beside him and smiled in an indifferent tone. "as long as it is in line with the facts and there is no deliberate exaggeration, it is OK," he Qinghuan said. "
What an official!
Wen Ting asked, "do you think this is a deliberate exaggeration of the truth, monitor?"
He Qinghuan paused and shook his head. "it doesn't count."
"it's the truth."
At first, the heat spread up from the fingertips, and finally the heat of the back, neck and ears followed. He touched the earlobe and barely kept calm. "that's awesome."
Yue Feng looked at he Qinghuan and looked at him again. He couldn't help laughing.
Song Zhiyan did not notice this, he shook the note in his hand, "look, see, I said this is not an exaggeration, Old He said yes, you can hand it in later."
Wen Ting is incredible. She thinks Song's words are really shameless, and the monitor is really a little strange recently.
This is not exaggerated, boasting is a mermaid tears are not exaggerated?
Can she just say that she is Chang'e?
Yuefeng's eyes turned around and stayed on someone in the opposite shed, with a strange expression.
Shen Zhao pouted his ass in the opposite shed, wearing light blue jeans with a panoramic view of the wet one.
Gu Wang wanted to go over and remind him that, after all, he was also a person who had experienced it in person. Song Zhiyan held him back and said, "look, please. Is it still rare for him to watch us make a fool of ourselves and remain silent?" The last time you got drunk and shouted he Qinghuan with a trash can, he still had a video. He said he would put it on the big screen when you got married to show everyone that you were young and frivolous. "
Looking at the freeze, "I hold the trash can and shout he Qinghuan?"
These are very small things, the book only mentioned the main line related to the plot, these big sesame plot, did not appear in the book, so look at do not know.
Yuefeng puffed out a laugh. "A-Huan is here now. I hope you can hold me and shout."
Looking at his face burning, embarrassed to faint Gu Qi, heard he Qinghuan say faintly beside him.
"Yes."
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