Qi Zhong endured and endured, and finally said quietly: "That really wronged you."
Qi Cheng shook his head solemnly, "I can still bear ordinary grievances, who will make me nice."
Qi Zhong couldn't say a word, and cast him a glance, thinking that he had thick skin enough, and he would be willing to bow down in front of Qi Cheng.
Fortunately brother.
Even now that his head is burning and confused, Qi Zhong still feels that he can't scream.
It doesn't work if he wants to push the boat along the way and pretend to be confused. He didn't utter the first word, but the next two words could choke him in his throat.
I don't know if my brother is okay or not, but Qi Zhong thinks it's good to be red all over before, at least now he's thinking about a big push in his heart, and he can pretend to be calm on the surface.
Qi Cheng was just teasing him, and now he smiled and said: "Qi Zhong, you can't be ungrateful."
"If you don't want to be called brother," he thoughtfully offered a choice, "then change it to something else."
Qi Zhong held his breath.
His appearance is so tense that one can see it at a glance, Qi Cheng can even see the traces of uneasy trembling of his eyelashes, Qi Zhong's appearance is very rare, Qi Cheng finds it fresh and strange.
It was really weird, Qi Cheng coughed, and was also inexplicably uncomfortable, "I'll tell you when you get better."
There is a clock on the wall of the hospital, it is now three o'clock in the middle of the night, and there are only two people in the drip room, Qi Zhong and Qi Cheng.
After a lot of tossing, the two of them couldn't fall asleep even after sitting down. They were so young and energetic that they didn't feel sleepy anymore.
Qi Cheng took his mobile phone and played a movie between the two of them, just to relieve boredom.
There is only such a dot on the phone screen, and the heads of the two people are very close to each other. Qi Zhong hangs the needle with his left hand, and his right hand is free. His eyes were not on the mobile phone movie, but on Qi Cheng's brain.
Qi Cheng's hair is just the right length, with only one twist at the back of his head. He should have washed his hair not long ago, and the hair is flowing and smells like shampoo.
The scent of the shampoo is also very mischievous, instead of going to other places, it just goes to Qi Zhong's nose.
Qi Zhong's calf began to shake slowly, and his heels hit the ground. After a while, he squinted his eyes as if he was sleepy, then lowered his head lower and lower, and leaned towards Qi Cheng purposefully.
Little by little, he imitated in his heart the way others fell asleep in the TV series he watched before, Qi Zhong felt that he should be very natural, and finally, he leaned on Qi Cheng's shoulder.
The moment he leaned up, he was so ashamed, he just begged not to be seen pretending to be asleep, and also begged Qi Cheng not to straighten his head.
Oh shit.
Qi Zhong closed his eyes tightly, and decided to swear to the death that he would not open his eyes.
Qi Cheng was pushed close suddenly, and he looked sideways at Qi Zhong's sleeping face. This guy's lips were already dry to the point of peeling, and his skin under the incandescent light seemed to have lost its usual healthy complexion. Qi Cheng saw the cold sweat on his forehead, and thought that he was not sleeping well, so he put his hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice. , "Go to sleep, it's okay."
His finger patted Qi Zhong's left shoulder again and again, Qi Cheng didn't move his head, but slowly sat up straight and leaned against the back of the chair, turned off the movie, coaxed him to sleep with one hand, and played with his mobile phone with the other.
On the way, the nurse sister changed the water several times, and when the needle was finally pulled out, Qi Zhong really slept soundly on Qi Cheng's shoulder.
From time to time, he would smash his mouth, but he almost didn't drool.
When Qi Cheng woke him up, Qi Zhong was still dissatisfied, "Don't make trouble."
Alright, tough measures must be taken.
"I'll give you three seconds, if you don't wake up," Qi Cheng whispered in his ear, "Qi Zhong, you're going to lose your lord."
"Hold you and walk around on the street, and make you lose face."
Qi Zhong opened his eyes in pain, wiped his face with his hands, "Go, go, I'm awake."
After waking up, he asked Qi Cheng, "Where are we going?"
"Where are you going?" Qi Cheng threw the question back.
"Look for a bed," Qi Zhong said, "You haven't slept yet, get a good night's sleep."
The three bottles of water hanging down had a great effect. Now his fever has subsided and he has begun to recover.
It's just that the scheming just now was so bad that Qi Cheng hasn't slept until now.
Inexplicably, I started to feel sour in my heart, complaining about how I was such a drag on others when I was sick.
Not a good thing.
Qi Zhong, you are really a big trouble.
"Go to my house," Qi Cheng thought for a while, "I asked for leave, and I don't have to go to class today. You have a good rest, and I will ask you to make up for it."
"Well," Qi Zhong said, "I listen to you."
Qi Chengcheng laughed, and felt that Qi Zhong was like a big dog who burrowed under his hands and asked him to rub his hair, and he was a little scary.
"Let's go." It's almost six o'clock now, and it's easy to take a taxi outside, Qi Cheng said, "I'll take you to find a bed to sleep in."
After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Qi Zhong didn't come back to his senses when he opened his eyes.
The bed under him was soft, and there was a familiar smell. He changed his mind and remembered that this was Qi Cheng's room.
It was Qi Cheng's bed lying on it.
Qi Zhong held back his calm expression for a while, then turned around, buried his face in the quilt, blocked his wanton laughter, and kept shaking his shoulder blades.
The first step into the enemy camp!
Qi Cheng was taking a bath, and there was seemingly invisible music coming from the bathroom, covered by layers of water curtains, faintly bringing out Qi Zhong who was having fun on the bed.
"Qi Cheng," Qi Zhong said, "I want to take a bath too, is there any clothes I can wear?"
Qi Cheng said in the bathroom: "Look at you short man, what kind of clothes can't you wear of mine?"
"I'm short?" Qi Zhong said, "I'm still short?"
"Aren't you short?" Qi Cheng hid the smile in his tone, "Oh, then it's not about being short, it's about short legs."
What he was talking about was getting off the taxi this morning, Qi Zhong just couldn't keep up with Qi Cheng's pace, Qi Cheng took one step, he had to toss two steps like a wooden man.
Qi Zhong went to the bathroom door and argued with Qi Cheng, "Who is short-legged?"
"Who else is in this room besides you?" Qi Cheng stopped the water, wiped the water off his body with a towel, and said slowly and amusingly, "Anyway, I have long legs."
"My legs are longer than yours."
Qi Cheng's tone was very rascal, "Is there evidence? I don't believe it."
Outside, Qi Zhong's eyes flickered with fire, and he stopped talking.
Qi Cheng also took his change of clothes to the bathroom. It was still raining outside, and the heavy rain had turned into moderate rain, so it was still difficult to go out. He plans to order a takeaway after taking a shower, and he won't go back to school today. After eating and drinking with Qi Zhong, he is ready to take a good rest, so it will be a holiday.
After waking up, he also checked the news. The recent days have been cloudy and rainy, and the temperature has dropped unexpectedly. For him, rainy days are really good days for sleeping.
After making up his mind, Qi Cheng covered his head with a layer of towel, and opened the bathroom door casually.
Then the whole person froze in place.
Qi Zhong took off his trousers, intending to speak with facts, and pointed at his own leg, "Is my leg called short leg?"
The wheat-colored straight long legs are naked in front of Qi Cheng, and there is only a pair of underwear underneath to protect the bottom line at the end. It is also dangling in people's eyes like a ball of fire, and his flesh is everywhere.
Not only did he prove that he is not short-legged, but he also proved that he is superior to everyone else.
Qi Cheng turned his head, "Put on your clothes."
He covered his eyes with a towel as if wiping his head.
"Look at me," Qi Zhong leaned over. The reason why he couldn't catch up with him in the morning was because he almost fell asleep standing up. It had absolutely nothing to do with his figure. "Without investigation, there is no right to speak. There is another word called Seeing is believing, look quickly, the facts are right in front of your eyes, and you can still use a ruler to measure them, you will definitely have long legs without deception."
"Okay, you have long legs." Qi Cheng.
Qi Zhong clicked his tongue, "You didn't even look at it, and you are so perfunctory in life? Qi Cheng, a top student, must have a bottom line in life."
Qi Cheng couldn't stand it any longer, so he pulled off the towel, looked at him up and down, focused his gaze, and made a 360-degree inspection.
Qi Zhong also walked around in front of him several times, from front to back, showing off his good figure in the slightest.
I don't know if he's real or fake, and if I say a word in the morning, my face will turn red, and this will make Qi Cheng blush immediately.
After Qi Cheng finished reading, seeing that Qi Zhong was satisfied, he picked up the towel and wiped his head again, "Long long long, there is no longer long legs than you."
The corner of Qi Zhong's mouth twitched, and he took Qi Cheng's clothes into the bathroom, his feet on the ground felt like they were on clouds.
After the sound of water in the bathroom sounded again, Qi Cheng threw away the towel and sat on the sofa, planning to order takeaway with his mobile phone.
But after looking at the phone for a long time, he didn't click on any software. Qi Cheng let out a fuck and rubbed the center of his brows, feeling that his eyes were filled with Qi Zhong's legs.
If Qi Cheng said that he is not good at other things, is he also planning to "seeing is believing"
Ten minutes later, Qi Zhong also came out of the bathroom steaming. He sat next to Qi Cheng, and the scent of the same shower gel and shampoo lingered in their nostrils, "What will you eat later?"
"Dumplings and vegetables," Qi Cheng moved aside calmly, "the hair dryer is on the table over there, go and dry your hair."
"Oh." Qi Zhong listened to his words and went to dry his hair.
Qi Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at him from the corner of the eye.
The water on the back is half wet, the big T-shirt is still white, and half of the smooth back has been shown in front of the eyes.
Qi Cheng stared ahead, took the remote control to change the channel, Lang Bai's face flashed past, Qi Cheng tuned the channel back, and set it on this variety show.
Look at Lang Bai's calm face.
Qi Zhong, this person, let Qi Cheng know what is the complexity of a person.
It looks twisted and green, but unexpectedly straightforward and bold. In some things, he is extremely stupid, but sometimes, he is so mature that he has not seen it for a long time.
Two heavy rains, two eyes.
A black cloud overwhelms the city, ready to destroy it, and the other has red eyes ready to shed tears.
Qi Cheng exhaled a turbid breath, discarded these messy thoughts, focused his eyes on the variety show channel, and didn't want to think about it for the time being.
Qi Zhong came back with flowing hair, and saw Lang Bai on TV, "Isn't this the star?"
"Lang Bai."
Qi Zhong nodded, frowning calmly.
He didn't like this star, especially during the school celebration, he was halfway through flirting with Qi Cheng, but halfway through he was dragged onto the stage by this person.
This person always turned around to Qi Cheng, and his peachy eyes hooked Qi Cheng more than once.
The two of them watched TV, and neither of them proposed to change the channel. After a while, the doorbell rang, and Qi Cheng went to get takeaway food. When he came back, the program on it had been changed. It was also a variety show, but without Lang Bai. Zhang asked Qi Cheng to keep a calm face.
He looked at Qi Zhong suspiciously.
Qi Zhong smiled at him, and said calmly: "This show is better."