Ding Hanbai almost sprayed the rice all over the table, but the consequence of holding it abruptly was that it choked into his throat. He coughed, from a low voice to a loud voice, gradually violent, and was about to cough out the lung tube.
The others didn't care to think about what happened to Ji Shenyu, Jiang Shuliu poured water, Jiang Caiwei patted his back, Ding Yanshou was so frightened that he stopped reprimanding, and focused his attention on Ding Hanbai.
And Ding Hanbai's cough was shaking, but his eyes were as steady as Taishan, and he stayed in Ji Shenyu's place. This little Nan Manzi was so interesting, he actually took it seriously, and he did as he did. He slowly calmed down, wiped his mouth and took a sip of hot tea, and spit out two words - "Idiot."
Ji Shenyu sat down again, put his head in the bowl, and ate the honeydew melon and jujube rice until there was no grain left. He had been hungry for too long and wanted to have another bowl, but Master and Master's expressions were so serious, he held back.
Jiang Caiwei's calf hurt and she turned to look at Ding Hanbai.
Ding Hanbai pursed his lips at Ji Shenyu and gestured with his eyes.
Jiang Caiwei knew it, and handed over her bowl without saying a word, she deliberately said: "Shen Yu, put another bowl, and help me by the way."
Ji Shenyu winked his eyes when he saw the other side, and immediately understood. He returned with another bowl, his chest was hot and the meal was even sweeter. That time when we knitted gloves, and this time, Jiang Caiwei's thoughtfulness was like giving him charcoal in the snow. He was so grateful... and even felt ashamed.
The soup was empty, and several people put down their chopsticks one after another.
The two elders went out for a week, and although they were not very busy, their strength was limited and they did not continue to teach the juniors. On the other hand, Ding Hanbai was exhausted from walking around all day, so he put down his chopsticks and went back to sleep regardless of whether he made a mistake or not.
Ji Shenyu followed closely, returning to the small courtyard where he lived before he completely relaxed. He stepped on Ding Hanbai's shadow and went up the steps, Ding Hanbai's shadow disappeared, and Ding Hanbai himself walked away without a pause.
He was still holding the other party's coat, intending to wash it before returning it.
Ji Shenyu did not close the door, sitting at the table listening to the movement. Listen to Ding Hanbai running to take a bath, and then listen to Ding Hanbai running back after washing. He took the time to go out and blocked the other party's way.
Ding Hanbai was hot and steaming all over, damp and fresh. Thinking of Ji Shenyu shaking his feet and throwing water on him, he approached Lao Huang, who imitated Jiang Ting'en's family, and shook his head back and forth, dripping with water.
After shaking his head, he frowned and asked, "Why are you blocking the road?"
Ji Shenyu said, "Senior brother, why did you get blamed for me? I just wanted to learn how to drive—"
Ding Hanbai interrupted: "Then I have to let you learn. You will scold me on both sides, and one less scold is one."
Ji Shenyu looked at Ding Hanbai, he thought, Ding Hanbai is "one less scolded than one" to him? Isn't it "can't just call me one"
Ding Hanbai was stared at by this man and sweated: "Are you still doing anything? I'm sleepy."
He couldn't even wait for an answer, and walked around Ji Shenyu back to the room, walking too hastily and even bumped into the other person's shoulder. If the thoughts condense into a ball, it will be scattered with a light bump, plus a few steps to the bedroom.
Ding Hanbai was already lying on the bed, and his thoughts were scattered. This part was Ji Shenyu's eyes watching him, and the other part was Ji Shenyu's self-proclaimed idiot.
Not only was it scattered, but it was messed up.
Ding Hanbai closed his eyes and reached out to turn off the light, but he touched the fringe on the edge of the lampshade and didn't leave.
He suddenly got up, guessing that he had some kind of illness, and fell asleep with a slice of American ginseng.
Ji Shenyu came back from the shower and looked next door, it was already dark. He had a lot of emotional ups and downs today, and he was extremely tired at the moment, but he still held up his spirit and picked up the aluminum leather pot to pour water, and he wanted to water the rose that was beginning to wilt.
When drinking water, I don't forget the person who digs the well, and when I water the flowers, I naturally think of the person who planted the flowers, so I can't help but look at the bedroom.
So black, what dream is Ding Hanbai doing? he thinks.
It was a quiet night, Ding Hanbai didn't dream at all, only after dawn did he intermittently dream of a little image, hazy, incomprehensible, and the Western Bell also failed to wake him up.
He has always been able to sleep, and it is common to wake up when the sun is shining.
It's just that the Western Bell is not intense enough, and after five minutes, a big living person. Ding Han Baijuan was immersed in Zhuang Shengxiao's dream, and suddenly his left ear hurt. The thick calloused hand grabbed and twisted him, causing his eyes to widen in pain.
"dad?"
Ding Yanshou said, "How dare you sleep in, get up and fix my car for me!"
Ding Hanbai grabbed the edge of the bed and sighed, half closed his eyes and resisted, and after some tossing, he still succumbed to Ding Yanshou's iron fist. He had to change clothes and go out without having breakfast, and his stomach growled along with him when he started the broken car.
Ding Hanbai never stayed long when the car was thrown into the repair shop. The smell of gasoline and diesel inside was unpleasant, and the machine parts were dirty. He always withdraws after paying. But he wasn't going to go home, he would be nagged by Jiang Shuliu when he went back, and he wouldn't go to Yupinji either. If he met Ding Yanshou, he would be hit by a gun.
Take a taxi and go straight to the World Trade Center.
To lose a coat, he has to buy a new one.
At home, Ji Shenyu had already woken up. After he was full, he was lazy on the bed and didn't want to move. He recalled the funny or thrilling events of yesterday, and slowly smiled. On the side of his face, Akira saw the coat on the back of the chair, he was no longer lazy, and he quickly got up.
It was not worth using a washing machine. Ji Shenyu sat in front of the sink and washed it, washed it and hung it up. After it was dried, it was returned to Zhao.
It's a pity that the owner of the perfect jade has already put on new clothes. When trying it on, he draped his thin coat back and stretched his arms to affect his back muscles. The pain was long and lingering. He touched it with his backhand and felt a patch of swollen skin.
Yesterday's bump was a bit severe, and there was no flesh on his back, so Ding Hanbai felt sorry for himself, so he took out his wallet and bought another shirt.
He was happy alone, left the department store and went to the Cultural Street near Peace Square. It is said to be Cultural Street, but it is actually another antique market. Because of its largest scale and the most foreign tourists, it was planned by the Cultural Relics Bureau and the city government, and it is called Cultural Street.
For things like antiques, sometimes the bigger the market is, the better, and there may be more fakes. Ding Hanbai wandered around, and went into every store to see if there were any good things in the study room, and he bought them without asking the price.
Going a little deeper, with scattered booths, he paused and stared at the old man with sunglasses.
Zhang Sinian watched from side to side, turned his head to see him, and turned back as if nothing had happened. Ding Hanbai approached slowly, stopped across a booth, and caught a glimpse of what Zhang Sinian was holding.
The pastel gourd bottle, with a hundred butterflies fluttering on the glazed surface, was placed on the inner window sill before.
A man stopped to look, rubbed a few places to show that he knew what to do, whispered to Zhang Sinian, put down the bottle after a few words and left. They didn't talk about it, not many of them were negotiated at one time, and they had to hang each other.
Ding Hanbai passed Zhang Sinian and turned around until the end of the street. The man just now stopped at Zhang Sinian's place a meter before him. At the same time, there was an uncle, two customers and one owner, who became a seller's market.
Zhang Sinian said: "This object should be a pair, but now there is only one."
If you can't make a pair, you will definitely get a discount, but he sees that the customer is knowledgeable, so he takes the initiative to disclose it, and adds sincerity. The man looked and looked, leaned in and hurriedly avoided: "What's this smell?"
Zhang Sinian was sloppy: "Old things don't smell good."
Ding Hanbai laughed at the booth next door. The Baishouwen bottle contained pickled tofu, and the gourd bottle might contain some unknown liquid. He was too tired to see people out of the corner of his eye, so he went over to join in the fun and asked directly, "Master, what year is this?"
Zhang Sinian replied: "Republic of China."
He glanced at it blindly: "The stamp is made in the Qianlong year, and it was imitated at the time of the Republic of China."
Zhang Sinian laughed dryly, and Qing waited to deal with him, ignoring the existence of those two. Since he wants to sell, of course, it is for money. Ding Hanbai's stupid and rich appearance is more likeable, and he is a treasure for a seller.
Ding Hanbai turned his head and asked another uncle: "Master, do you think this thing is reliable?"
The uncle asked back, "You don't understand yourself?"
He shook his head: "How can I understand this at such a young age, I want to buy it when it looks good." Then he turned to the man and asked, "Brother, what do you think?"
The man said, "It used to be a pair, but it's useless if you buy one back, and there's not much room for appreciation."
After reading it, I turned back, knew how to recognize the real thing, and did not recommend buying it myself. Ding Hanbai knew that this big brother was tempted. He still took it, strangely reluctant, and asked the price.
He and Zhang Sinian sang one after another, but in the end the deal was not negotiated, so he put aside and left. After walking around, I even went to the Peace Square to feed the pigeons of peace for a while, and then went back, Zhang Sinian was empty-handed.
"Master, is the gourd bottle sold?"
"Sold, forty thousand."
"A pair is only 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, so the buddy is actually happy?"
"He has one at home, and if you can get a pair together, it might increase in value. Of course he's happy."
If it is indicated that there is one at home, then the seller's mind must be clearly figured out by the seller, which is not conducive to lowering the price, so the man must not tell Zhang Sinian. Ding Hanbai asked Zhang Sinian how he knew, only to see the other side smile lightly and kick him.
"Apprentice." The old man said, "We not only look at the objects, but also the people. There are thousands of objects in our minds, and people of all kinds can't forget them after seeing them."
Two years ago, Zhang Sinian sold one of the gourd bottles, and the buyer was the man just now.
He grabbed Ding Hanbai and walked out: "It's hard to be a nurse, let's go, let's go and find another jar of pickled sugar and garlic."
Ding Hanbai didn't go home until it was dark, bought clothes, went out of the restaurant, and sneaked around the shadow wall, trying not to disturb the parents and mothers in the large living room. Sneaking back to the small courtyard, the lucky bamboo was full of vitality, and the rose was lingering. He glanced coldly and had no other thoughts.
The seal was coming back anyway, so he didn't care.
Going up the steps, the hidden door slammed open, and Ji Shenyu took the time to intercept him again. "Senior brother, you're back." Ji Shenyu folded the dried coat and presented it, "I washed it, and here it is for you."
Ding Hanbai said, "I don't want it anymore."
Ji Shenyu confirmed: "Don't you want to wash it?"
Ding Hanbai replied: "The foot cloth is still the same when I wash it clean. I have bought a new one."
After the other party went back to the house, Ji Shenyu had to take the coat back again. The size is not right, he can't wear it, but it's brand new, and if you throw it away, you will definitely be called a prodigal. After a moment of silence, he put it in the closet, let's keep it for now.
The cabinet door closed, the door opened.
Ding Hanbai came in with the medicinal wine and looked like an uncle: "Come on, give me a favor."
He sat back in the chair, unhurriedly unbuttoned his clothes, and his chest saw light from top to bottom. He took off his shirt, folded his arms on the back of the chair, rested his chin on his forearm, and waited for the other party to serve him.
Ji Shenyu only remembered the loud crash yesterday, but he didn't expect the redness, swelling and bruising to be so serious. Pour the medicinal wine into the palm of your hand and rub it hot, cover it gently, curl your fingers, and rub the medicinal wine a little bit with the palm of your hand.
He asked, "Master, does it hurt?"
Ding Hanbai squinted his eyes in comfort: "It's okay."
The warm palms roamed on the back, the strength was different, and the pain was mixed. Ji Shenyu poured some more, rubbed the underside of the other person's shoulder blades, moved a little more, and rubbed the ribs.
Unexpectedly, Ding Hanbai stood up suddenly: "I want you to rub the bruises, are you rubbing my itchy flesh?"
Ji Shenyu whispered, "How do I know your itchy flesh is growing there."
What he didn't expect was that Ding Hanbai actually rushed to grab him, his elbows were brushed away, and he took it straight to his ribs. His hands were wet, unable to resist, he staggered back to the bedside and fell.
"What are you hiding? Could it be that your ticklish flesh also grows there?" Ding Hanbai was oppressed and excited, causing Ji Shenyu to curl up, twisting, and messing up his hair, "Seeing that you talk back to me, it's not honest. ?"
Ji Shenyu nodded again and again, the torture stopped, and he spread his palms up on either side of his head. Lying on his back and looking at Ding Hanbai, Ding Hanbai was half-knelt on the bed and looked at him as well.
He couldn't stand that gaze, even though the gaze was calm and unwavering, no emotion could be seen.
Ding Hanbai asked, "Why are you blushing?"
Ji Shenyu asked back, "Blushing is not allowed?"
It wasn't the first time that Ding Hanbai was slumped, his eyes moved to those hands, and he remembered the feeling of being rubbed on his shoulders just now. He forgot about the pain and focused on exploring: "You seem to have said that you can't grow calluses, why?"
Ji Shenyu was unexpected again, trying his best to think of a decent reason, even if it wasn't decent enough, it would be nice to divert the topic. However, the pondering made Ding Hanbai more curious and twisted twice while riding on him.
He made up: "Long calluses make it uncomfortable."
Ding Hanbai asked, "What are you doing?"
Ji Shenyu went out of his way: "What do you say men do?"
It was terrifyingly quiet, and the water poured out of the words he said was still too late for him to change his mind? But before he could come to a conclusion, Ding Hanbai's big calloused hand stretched out, patted his cheek lightly, then stopped, stroking him back and forth with his fingertips.
Ding Hanbai said with a smile, "It's only comfortable to have a long cocoon, you're really an idiot."
Breathing stagnant, Ji Shenyu had an illusion, as if the skin he touched was on fire.
He was stunned and didn't want to escape, his head was not tilted, only his face was raised. After Ding Hanbai had had enough fun with him, he left without saying a word, leaving only the half bottle of medicinal wine with a bitter taste.
After a while, a figure appeared outside the window, Ji Shenyu rolled over and sat up, staring blankly. After opening a crack, Ding Hanbai threw in a box of things, and said honestly, "Don't hurt your foundation at a young age. After you finish it, it contains a piece of American ginseng."
... Co-authoring is to nourish his kidneys and strengthen Yang
… Could it be that he was addicted to blasphemy
The water in the Slender West Lake can't wash away this grievance, Ji Shenyu is so ashamed that he can't wait to grab the ground with his head, wailing and wailing!