Ten minutes later, Chuli put on a pair of shorts and opened the door and walked out. At a glance, he saw Hiukawa sitting on the stairs with his back to her. He was talking happily with a mobile phone at the moment. .
She opened the door and went out without looking back.
First ceremony: "..."
It suddenly occurred to me that the man was also leaning on the sofa that day, talking to someone seriously, without raising his head, and without giving her a glance from the corner of his eye... Chu Li paused, trying to hold back his feet for a second. The impulse of a man to kick down the stairs, and then tell himself: Don't be sour.
It’s not that I haven’t heard a story about a male author in a certain circle traveling across the country and dating readers. I’ve known Hiukawa for almost half a year. This guy stays at home every day, walking his dog or collaborating with Jiang Yucheng. Apart from these two things, the rest is Looking at her helplessly, she asked "what's for dinner tonight"...
Already excellent.
Don't let people chat on the Internet
Just don't delay the delivery of the manuscript. Could it be that eating and drinking under the same roof, living together for a long time, and subconsciously painting the site forcefully feel that the male master is also yours? ... How can there be such a good thing
Suppressing the sour water in his heart, Chu Li sorted out the expression on his face that had been reversed 800 times, and cleared his throat... When he lowered his eyes, he saw the man's hand typing on the keyboard of the mobile phone pause, Immediately put away the phone, turned to look at her reproachfully: "Peeping?"
Chu Li raised his eyebrows: "I didn't see anything, your head is so big that it's completely blocked."
"Tell me who has a big head."
Hiukawa guarded his mobile phone like a baby, looked up and down Chuli, and seriously looked at the shorts she was wearing, the red patch on her knees—finally, his gaze fell on the blue color that could not be covered under her eyelids. Turned around and stopped: "Go downstairs, change your dressing, and then you can sleep... You don't have to go tomorrow morning, and go directly to the printing factory to follow the color in the afternoon."
Chu Li black question mark face: "... Why do you arrange me to work here?"
"I didn't arrange it, your colleague said it."
"Told you."
"where?"
"WeChat."
"Then why - you looked at my phone again!"
Regardless of the eyebrows of the person behind him, Hiukawa kept his posture sitting on the stairs, and patted himself on the back with his backhand: "Come up, send the Buddha to the west, and I will carry you downstairs... your phone Just the set message pops up automatically, I don’t think it’s hard not to see it, since I saw it, why don’t I just ask you for a vacation?”
Oh, what a confident tone.
Chu Li glared at Zhou Chuan, took out his mobile phone, entered WeChat, and quickly checked the chat records with Ah Xiang... Seeing the sentence [Ah, he delayed the draft again], Chu Li was full of colorful "holding grass" "Floating away, I didn't know whether to complain or be speechless when I opened my mouth: "... I have a tone like mine, and I really have this tone."
Hikawa sneered.
While talking, he climbed onto the man's back. The man stood up with a little support on the railing, carried her on his back, and continued to carry her downstairs as easily as if he was wrapped in a piece of cloth... Chu Li lay on his back, Accompanied by the man's erratic steps going downstairs, she tilted her head: "Thank you, teacher."
"Didn't you help me sell it for 350,000 yuan all night?" The man didn't change his face, "If you can't sell it, you can walk around the neighborhood behind my back to pay off the debt."
First ceremony: "..."
Although the man's tone was cold and hard, the action of putting her on the sofa was gentle... He reached out his hand to drive away Er Gouzi who wanted to sniff the wound on Chu Li's knee, the man turned around and went to get the medicine box, and sat down next to Chu Li , the two sat in a row for a while, and no one spoke.
A minute later, Hiukawa glanced at the medicine box: "If you sit like this, it will be dawn."
"..."
"leg."
Chu Li moved, and finally returned to the original sitting posture;
Hiukawa glanced at her, grabbed her leg directly, lifted the whole body up to a sin30°, and put it on his own leg. Chu Li was barefoot, and his heel was on the man's other thigh. Pants passed: "Don't, don't, oops—"
When Hiukawa bent down to take the alcohol, her foot slipped and stepped on the inner thigh of the man.
Chu Li blushed blushing, and yelled "Oops", Hiukawa straightened up quickly: "I met you?"
Chuli shook his head.
Hiukawa changed his face instantly: "Then what are you making trouble about?"
Chu Li continued to shake his head, silently trying to move his leg away, but he was still held down: "Don't move."
The man put his warm and dry hands on his calves, Chu Li didn't even dare to move his hair now... Staring dryly, he watched the man wet a whole piece of cotton with alcohol, and the alcohol dripped down his fingertips At that moment, Chu Li touched the pillow on the sofa—
When the three sensations of cool, hot, and wet were buckled down on the knees, Chu Li's face was deeply buried in the pillow, and he felt that he was going to die in the next second!
"Woooooooooooooooooo..."
The little paws on the pillow were tightened and tightened, and the fingertips were bloodless. When the dizzy tingling eased a little, Chu Li took the pillow away with a heavy breath, and glanced at the whole dog that had been injured because of the pain. The movement here retreated step by step to Ergouzi, who was as far away as the entrance, sighed: "Teacher, I suggest that if you don't know how to deal with trauma correctly, why don't you keep a pretending medicine box at home?" , you wouldn't—"
The word "use" has not landed yet.
The man raised his head and looked at each other forcibly, and returned to the stomach.
Hiukawa: "Isn't it easier to say 'thank you' than your duplicity?"
... ... Duplicity.
... ... ... ... ... The problem is, I'm not duplicity, big brother.
Chu Li gritted his molars, opened his mouth, looked at the alcohol dripping down his knees, and opened his mouth to the man who almost killed him: "Thank you, teacher."
Hiukawa let her go, Chu Li hurriedly moved her legs parallel to each other, picked up the wet cotton with two fingers, the cotton was still dripping wet, as if her heart was bleeding now— Throwing away the cotton, he didn't dare to bother Hiukawa anymore, Chu Li wiped the alcohol off his legs with cotton, while the man watched by.
I also have to point fingers and make absurd remarks that do not conform to common sense from time to time—
"How about you embroider? How long will it take to clean up the wound after rubbing like this?"
"I see that your trousers are all torn. You really don't want to open them to see if there are any broken sand and gravel? Be careful of the wound healing and the long flesh of the stone."
"Would you know it, your hands are still shaking so carefully—no, I'll come, I have an alcohol lamp and tweezers..."
Alcohol lamp and tweezers!
Why do you want these!
Chemistry class! ! !
Chu Li was about to cry, he lowered his head and ignored him, and casually made him look like he was ready to take over at any time... I cherish my legs the most.
In order to distract Hiukawa from thinking about alcohol and tweezers, Chu Li had nothing to say to divert the man's attention: "Teacher, when you were looking for your ID card for you, I found an oriental fantasy on your desktop. The draft of the new book seems to be a romance, you still write romance?"
The voice next to him suddenly quieted down, and Chu Li raised his head curiously, and found that the man was looking at him strangely, paused, and said lightly: "It's written for fun."
Chu Li did not doubt that there was him, and lowered his head and continued to clean up the wounds for himself: "Romance is not something that any big man can write well. In my opinion, male authors are always good at worldview and big settings; Delicate things should be done by girls, as soon as a big man writes, the straight masculinity is easy to come to his face... Uh, unless you have been in love, teacher, have you ever had an earth-shattering love with someone before?"
Chu Li just asked casually.
Unexpectedly, the man thought about it and said in a calm tone, "Yes."
"..."
Chu Li buried his head in cleaning the wound, and the corners of his slightly raised lips became stiff—subconsciously, he felt as if he had dug a hole for himself—just now when he was standing on the stairs, watching the man concentrate on texting someone That sour feeling came again.
Chu Li adjusted the stiffness on his face, threw away the alcohol cotton, pulled his hair back, glanced at Zhou Chuan, and smiled: "Who, seeing your mysterious text messages every day, are you just sending messages to your girlfriend?" send??"
Hiukawa expressionless: "It happened when I was studying."
Next, Hiukawa told Churi his love story in middle school—
To put it simply, they are good students and poor students. That girl is a student with a specialty in art. She is a ballet student. Because she often goes abroad for performances and rehearsals, she is not good at learning. She is especially poor in science, so she was assigned to Richuan at the same table...
Originally, the two of them didn't have much time to meet each other. When she was sprinting in the third year of knowledge high school, she came to class every day, and came to ask Hiukawa any questions she didn't understand. Those questions were often quite mentally handicapped—
But Hiukawa didn't laugh at her because of her good looks, and taught her mercifully.
That girl is the goddess in the hearts of half the boys in the school; she also has a best friend who is the goddess in the hearts of the other half of the boys in the school... These two girls, one civil and one military, one is a scumbag who learns dancing, and the other is a sword dance student. Xueba, just fell in love with Dayu Chuan.
First ceremony: "..."
It's bloody.
Chuli: "Go on, go on."
Passing notes in class and putting snacks on the desk are trivial matters—
Once in the summer, during physical education class, there was a sudden downpour. At that time, Hiukawa’s ballerina deskmate wore little clothes. When he returned to the classroom and turned on the air conditioner, he caught a cold. Hiukawa lent her his school uniform, and she took it. After the school uniform, blushing, put it on amidst the booing of the rest of the class...
What follows is a vulgar confession, together.
Then one day in class, the best friend of the goddess of ballet passed a note to Hiukawa, writing: I like you too, what should I do
Hiukawa turned around and looked at the girl, she lowered her head, she didn't know what she was thinking, her hands were still wrapped in bandages, and it was said that she was distracted while dancing the sword and accidentally smashed it——
Chu Li: "What do you do?"
Hiukawa: "What can I do?"
Hiukawa continued to talk about his "little things about first love", saying that he went shopping with the ballet girl and bought her sweets, because she loves sweets and doesn't get fat;
To see her performance, I sat in the first row and watched her perform Ogilia in Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake". , the skirt is flying;
Seeing her practicing alone under the lonely light, her slender neck is raised into a proud arc.
"… and then?"
Chu Li raised his hand and touched his neck, then lowered his head to look at his bruised and purple legs, swallowed his saliva, and wanted to die.
She turned her head, stared at the man's expressionless and handsome face, and continued to throw dog food at herself one by one—
When the third year of high school is coming to an end, Hiukawa is preparing to hit the first place in the college entrance examination with countless scores exceeding the first line in the three simulations, and the goddess of ballet is also starting to prepare to apply for the foreign art university of her choice with a gorgeous resume...
Until one day, she encountered a car accident on the way home from school, and she never stood up again;
On the same day, her best friend, the goddess of sword dancing, was found fainted on the performance stage, and she was taken to the hospital to be diagnosed with leukemia!
First Ritual: “………………………”
Chu Li's sour heart suddenly seemed to be soaked in a caustic soda solution, and the acid-base was neutralized in an instant to restore peace—
Chu Li: "There is still an abortion plot, and we can go to the third part of "Gardenia Blossoms"."
Hiukawa glanced at her, but said nothing.
"Where is the ballerina now?"
"I haven't figured it out yet... Kindergarten teachers like this? It fits Kexin's soft, independent, and strong female character design very well."
"It's still 'Kexin', the story didn't end until the family entered the hospital to give it a good name!!" Chu Li threw the alcohol cotton in his hand at the man's face, "You can pull it down! Return to the kindergarten teacher!"
The man caught it firmly with his backhand: "Look at your touched face, and you also said that men can't write romance novels... It's not a one-two-three thing to deceive a little girl like you!"
Am I touched!
Keep your dog eyes open, I'm—
...Made.
never mind.
"Go away!" Chu Li spat, "Go away! ! ! "