Taking advantage of Zhen Xiaoqi entering the bedroom to hang his clothes, Qiong Dafang began to silently remove the weird-looking cloth fence.
Curtains, blackout cloths, and mosquito nets were taken off piece by piece. The stainless steel bracket was disassembled and thrown to the ground. Soon, the living room took on its original appearance.
Separation? Don't even think about it.
When Zhen Xiaoqi finished tidying up the closet and came out, Qiong Dafang had already removed the cloth fence, threw it on the ground, and slumped on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed.
"You, don't you know how to clean it after dismantling it?" Zhen Xiaoqi just glared at him fiercely, and then laboriously cleaned up the bits and pieces on the ground and hid them in the locker.
Qiong Dafang originally leaned on the sofa with a stern face to watch him do it. After watching it for a while, he squatted on the ground without reaching out to help him. He smiled and said, "Are you waiting for me to dismantle it?"
"Fuck!" Zhen Xiaoqi rolled his eyes, but his face turned red.
Qiong Dafang looked at him with a stubborn expression, became happy, and followed him in and out: "Xiaoqi, don't be embarrassed, I never asked you, when did you start to fall in love with your brother?"
"High school? University? Wow, you can't fall in love with my brother if you don't know junior high school, right?"
The more he talked, the more excited he became: "I remember our relationship in junior high school was normal, but it was only after high school that we became very close. How did we get to know each other? You don't mean to get close to brother, right?"
"Let's talk about it, Zhen Xiaoqi, let's talk about it!"
Zhen Xiaoqi was so annoyed by him that the more he listened, the more outrageous he became. He rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, blocking Qiong Dafang from the outside.
"Take it down!" Zhen Xiaoqi shouted at the door, "The ghost likes you, this annoying bitch!"
Qiong generously touched the nose that was almost hit, and smiled embarrassingly: "Do you think I'm annoying so soon?"
Zhen Xiaoqi hid in the room and ignored him, and he walked around the house alone with his hands behind his back. Although he has been to Zhen Xiaoqi's house many times, his mood is completely different this time. He is like a lion patrolling his territory. He will not let go of any corner of the house. touched, touched.
Qiong Dafang found out that he really hadn't seen Zhen Xiaoqi's house before, but now he realizes that Zhen Xiaoqi spent a lot of thought in this old house.
There were three broken washbasins on the balcony alone, in which he dug up soil from unknown sources, planted with shallots and leeks.
Ginger in a net pocket and chili peppers threaded with threads hang on the balcony. This is not a residence for a young man, but a home for an elderly person.
Qiong Dafang thought to himself that Zhen Xiaoqi was not like his parents, but like his grandmother.
He pulled a chili skewer over and smelled it, eh, it was quite fragrant. A person like Zhen Xiaoqi is a household item, but it has a particularly spicy taste.
He wandered around the house for a while, and then knocked on the bedroom door: "Xiaoqi, come out, let's go out to play."
Zhen Xiaoqi "swiped" to open the door and asked him with a stern face, "Where are you going?"
Qiong Dafang rolled her eyes: "Go to your grandma's house, let's go to the outdoor movie."
Hmph, he still remembered that two weeks ago, Zhen Xiaoqi took others to watch a movie in his grandma's village, and he was going too.
Zhen Xiaoqi obviously thought of this as well, remembering that half a month ago he was still crying to Qiong generously, feeling inexplicably embarrassed. He slammed the door shut angrily: "Don't go!"
"Go, go! Xiaoqi, Qiqi!" Qiong scratched the door generously, screaming and screaming.
After a long while, Zhen Xiaoqi opened the door and glared at him: "Go to Wanda, so far, what village to go to?!"
He raised his phone and bought a movie ticket at Meituan.
Qiong Dafang looked at him and saw that he was still in 3D. He couldn't close his mouth with laughter. Zhen Xiaoqi was much more generous to him than that Han Bo.
Sure enough, Zhen Xiaoqi liked him a long time ago.
He changed his shoes, took off Zhen Xiaoqi's coat hanging on the entrance, shook it, and made a "please" gesture, but Zhen Xiaoqi ran into the kitchen and didn't come out after a while.
"Xiaoqi, what are you doing?" Qiong looked generously at the kitchen, but saw nothing.
"Come, come." Zhen Xiaoqi came out holding a black plastic bag, he put on his coat with Qiong Dafang's hand, and took his hand out the door.
Wanda Plaza is right in front of Zhen Xiaoqi's residential area, and it takes a while to arrive. When the two arrived, the show they had booked had not yet started, and the two sat in the waiting area with big eyes.
Qiong generously said happily: "I didn't expect you to invite me to watch a movie. Are you particularly distressed now?"
"Humph!" Zhen Xiaoqi turned his head away, not wanting to see his smiling face. He muttered vaguely, "It's not the first time..."
Qiong Dafang didn't hear clearly, and leaned in front of him, facing his face: "What did you say?"
"It's nothing." Zhen Xiaoqi didn't want to say, he didn't want to tell Qiong Dafang the movie they had missed. The past is in the past, and there is no going back to the past.
So, he changed the subject carelessly: "Does your company have a microwave oven? I'll make you a bento to eat on Monday?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Qiong nodded straight and excitedly. He was so happy that one day he would be able to live a life when someone made a bento. Hehehe, he couldn't stop laughing all of a sudden.
What to do, so happy. Qiong Dafang could not wait to run around Wanda Plaza with Zhen Xiaoqi on the spot.
Zhen Xiaoqi held his chin in disgust; "Shut your mouth, don't make such an idiot expression!"
When it was finally time for their opening session, the two checked their tickets and found their seats. It may be the weekend, and there are still many people in the venue.
Zhen Xiaoqi opened the black plastic bag that he had been holding in his hand, took out the thermos flask, and asked Qiong Dafang, "Do you want to drink water? Rock sugar Sydney water, stewed with Luo Han Guo, to moisten dryness in autumn."
"No, no." Joan shook her head generously.
"Do you want to eat snacks? Pig ears mixed with sesame oil?"
"Zero, snacks?" Qiong Dafang was shocked again. Can anyone watch movies with pig ears as snacks
He leaned over to look, Zhen Xiaoqi was holding a food bag in his hand, which had been opened at the moment, and it was indeed shredded pig ears. The pig ears mixed with sesame oil wafted out a seductive fragrance, and Qiong Dafang couldn't help drooling.
"Eat one." Qiong Dafang finally couldn't resist the smell of the braised pig ears, and opened his mouth to beg for feeding.
"Stretch out your hand," Zhen Xiaoqi took out a disposable glove from the plastic bag and put it on for him, "grab it and eat it yourself."
So in this movie, Qiong Dafang couldn't remember what he played at all. He only remembered that the pig ears made by Zhen Xiaoqi were delicious, fragrant, and even dripped with a few drops of vinegar. It was very refreshing and not greasy at all.
After they finished watching the movie, Zhen Xiaoqi was going to the toilet, and Qiong Dafang was waiting for him at the door. He found that someone had been glaring at him. He felt inexplicable, and stared back fiercely. But after staring for a long time, he found that the man was not staring at him, but the bag in his hand. The man's face was still a little familiar, as if he was sitting in front of them when he just watched a movie.