The next morning, the alarm clock rang at nine o'clock. Ying Tongchen sat up from the bed, squinting slightly, obviously not waking up.
Last night, for some reason, the degree of fit was obviously much higher than the previous few times. It started to get better, and I became more familiar with each other's bodies.
I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
"Your alarm clock went off." Zhuo Shu opened his eyes and heard the alarm clock go off for a long time.
"Well, I know." Ying Tongchen rubbed his neck.
Zhuo Shu sat up slowly, took his hand away, and squeezed his shoulder for him.
"Professional enough." Ying Tongchen glanced sideways, glanced at him in surprise, and simply lay on the bed, "Pinch your back too."
"It's starting to get better again, isn't it?"
Ying Tongchen let out a satisfied voice: "If it weren't for you, I would have such a backache? Hurry up, I'll stay for half an hour at most."
"Half an hour!?" Zhuo Shu sat on him and put his hand on his back, "This is another price, half an hour is very expensive."
"Well, I'll pay for it." Ying Tongchen closed his eyes again comfortably.
At about 9:30, Ying Tongchen finally got up comfortably, brushed his teeth and washed his face quickly, and then put 392 yuan on Zhuoshu's bedside.
"That's all the change I have on me." Ying Tongchen said.
Zhuo Shu complained while counting the money, "Why do I feel like I'm being prostituted, it's still the kind of cheap."
"You're not cheap at all." Ying Tongchen looked at the money, "I've given you all the property."
"Poor ghost." Zhuo Shu commented, counted the money, put it in his wallet, and suddenly asked, "By the way, the car was sent for repair, how do you get back?"
"I just called a car on my phone." Ying Tongchen washed his hands and went to pack his luggage.
Zhuo Shu turned his head to look at his figure, and suddenly asked, "Do you have a car you like?"
"What's wrong?"
"Ask." Zhuo Shu yawned, his eyes fixed on the poor 392 yuan, "How many cars do men dislike? What model do you like?"
Ying Tongchen said casually, "Just your car last night was pretty cool."
"Well." Zhuo Shu said that he received an express.
When the car arrived downstairs, Ying Tongchen took the bag and went out, pausing slightly, then looked back at Zhuo Shu: "Hey, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
"First, I'm not called Hello, my name is Zhuo Shu."
"... farewell."
Ying Tongchen returned to the apartment and brought a change of clothes for the past two or three days, as well as new clothes for the old man. The school distributed two boxes of moon cakes and brought them with them.
The old man had already made lunch, and when he heard the door open, he immediately looked at the door, saw him come in with a big bag, and smiled, "I thought you weren't coming."
"How come." Ying Tongchen put the things down, "but I'm just greedy for the food you made."
While eating, the old man's eyes lingered on him from time to time, and Ying Tongchen shrugged his shoulders: "Don't look at me like that, you always feel like you need me to answer questions again."
"Hahahaha, I still remember that although your grades were good at that time, you never spoke or made friends in class, just like a mushroom growing in the corner."
Ying Tongchen also laughed, probably because he was getting older, things that he thought he would never want to remember in his life in previous years have now become a joke at the dinner table.
The two chatted for a while, and the old man suddenly looked at him. Taking advantage of his cooking time, he gently lifted his back collar.
Sure enough, there was a trace of ambiguity hidden at the neckline.
Ying Tongchen was startled and covered his collar in embarrassment.
The old man smiled wickedly: "In love?"
"..." This is a sending proposition.
Ying Tongchen dared to guarantee that as long as he said it was done by a gun friend, the old man would definitely throw him out now and not take him in again. It's not that he can't accept him having a boyfriend, but that he can't accept that he is dating.
The older generation is very stubborn, especially the old man, who likes a person will last forever. He also knew that the old man really did it, so he couldn't say it directly.
"It's...it can't be considered completely." Ying Tongchen said hesitantly.
"It's all like this, isn't it a boyfriend?" The old man smiled meaningfully, "It's a good thing to be in love, why are you hiding it?"
Ying Tongchen nodded and dealt with it first.
"Bring me here for a meal another day, I'll check it out for you." The old man gave him a piece of meat and smiled a little deeper, "I see people more accurately, especially men."
Ying Tongchen smiled: "Yes, your eyes are hanging."
After the meal, Ying Tongchen saw that all the groups were posting happy Mid-Autumn Festival wishes and videos, and he took a bubble in each group to send blessings.
The group of parents was very lively. As soon as he entered, he saw a group of parents discussing their parenting experience.
The next moment, I saw that Brother Zhuo was also bubbling, and he even agreed with the point of view of "hot violence solves everything" mentioned by a parent earlier.
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Ying Tongchen quickly shared a few articles about the mental health of teenagers, which stopped their topic.
But this brother Zhuo is really a dangerous person!
[Class teacher]: Hello Dad Zhuo, please be kind to the child [smile]
Zhuoshu: "..."
When I saw the head teacher cue him, I was a little nervous and scared, and didn't want to chat with him.
[Zhuo Zi's parents]: Hello teacher, we are going to have lunch soon [Goodbye]
"Brother, stop playing with your cell phone, it's all here." Zhuo Zi stepped back, took his hand, and walked into Bourdain's cafeteria together.
Because Zhuo Zi was clamoring for a seafood buffet, the last family chose to come to the restaurant for dinner.
When passing by the door of the restaurant, I saw a group of people watching the excitement.
Zhuo Zi couldn't help but ran over and glanced at it, it turned out to be a poster.
The restaurant has done a free event before, and selected a pair of the best CP free orders. There are a lot of pictures on the poster, there are all kinds of food, and there are love photos of the best CP...
Zhuo Zi: "OMG!"
"Brother! Mom and Dad! Come and see!" Zhuo Zi turned back and shouted at the family, "Does this person look like my brother!"
Before Zhuo Shu could react, his parents had already rushed to the front row of eating melons, watching the two men with sunglasses in the photo.
"Don't say it, it really looks like our big treasure." Zhuo Fu observed carefully.
Mu Qing asked curiously, "Who is this person next to him? Da Bao's boyfriend?"
Zhuoshu: "..."
Zhuo Shu secretly wrote another note to the restaurant manager in his heart, and then said nonchalantly: "It's dinner, it's just that they look alike, who would recognize them if they wear sunglasses. Or, do you think I'm doing this kind of thing? Just for a little prize?"
Hearing this, Zhuo Fu nodded: "Yes, the man in sunglasses looks less and less like you, he is much more handsome and stylish than you."
Mu Qing also said: "That's right, it won't be you. You were born in my stomach, and I know exactly how many hairs you grow. This person who sells your color for a small price is definitely not you! "
Zhuoshu: "..."
Sorry to disappoint you.
Zhuo Zi, who had not spoken for a while, suddenly snapped his fingers: "I found a blind spot! This prize is a free order and hairy crabs. I remember that you brought back half a box of hairy crabs that night."
Zhuo Fu and Mu Qing looked at Zhuo Shu at the same time, and their eyes began to be meaningful.
Zhuoshu: "..."
Mu Qing: "You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say now will be used as evidence in court."
Zhuoshu began to quibble: "That was sent by the customer."
"Then why only half?" Zhuo Zi pointed to the photo of another man with sunglasses, "Did you give him half?"
"No..." Zhuo Shu's eyes flickered, "The client gave me half a box."
Case solved.
Mu Qing concluded her statement: "Which customer only gives half of the gift? Needless to say, the man in sunglasses is you, and you almost fooled us."
Zhuo Shu: No, I suspect that you don't know your own son at all.
"Let's go to dinner first, and let you explain honestly later." Zhuo Fu walked into the restaurant first.
Zhuo Zi fell behind, always feeling that the other man in sunglasses was very familiar, so he couldn't help but glance back. Just as he was about to meet a certain vague figure, he was slapped into the restaurant by Zhuo Shu.
Zhuo Shu: "It's all a good thing for you to look around. Believe it or not, I'll hit you in the head. Don't force me to use hot violence. Even if your head teacher comes to help, it won't work."