Ying Tongchen fled back to his apartment overnight, and took the "swag" by the way. After the doll finished playing the recorded content, it stopped automatically.
As soon as he got home, he picked up the scissors, the tips of which were icy and sharp.
With this cut, the Q version Zhuoshu's face will be finished.
He paused, and then moved the scissors down again. If the scissors went down, the lower body would be finished.
"Ah!" Ying Tongchen let out a low growl, but in the end, he couldn't make a move. He threw the doll aside and sat down on the sofa, looking ashamed.
For a short time, he didn't want to face the old man again.
At this moment, the phone vibrated twice, and he opened it to see that it was the news of the culprit.
[Zhuo Shu]: Being preached by an old man, the tiger shed tears.jpg
[Zhuoshu]: Tigers cry.jpg
[Zhuo Shu]: What about people
[Ying Tongchen]: That's right! asshole.
[Zhuo Shu]: ? Say it again [Ying Tongchen]: I will kill you with a dung scoop.jpg
[Zhuo Shu]: Bold! I will kill you with a dung scoop.jpg
[Ying Tongchen]: If you have the ability, don't steal my expression pack! you asshole! Lao Tzu will kill you.jpg
[Zhuo Shu]: I think you are lawless! you wait for me! Lao Tzu will kill you.jpg
The WeChat chat between the two broke down, and no one was a bird.
Ying Tongchen put down his phone, turned his head and glanced at the Q version Zhuoshu lying on the sofa, found a rope from the toolbox, and let out a terrifying sneer.
It was almost eleven o'clock, and he took a hot bath. While blowing his hair, the scene of another big hand blowing his hair inexplicably came to his mind.
He shook his head and left the dog man behind.
Throwing the clothes into the washing machine on the balcony, he leaned against the railing and saw a pack of cigarettes on the small round table next to him. I just remembered inadvertently, it seems that I haven't smoked for several days.
In the past, he was very addicted to smoking. The old man and Meng Gong Lu Zongcai always told him to quit. After he was busy with work, he gradually quit, and only occasionally came to relax.
He reached out and touched the cigarette case, shook it, and a cigarette ran out of the case.
He tucked his fingers between his fingers, turned the lighter with the other hand, stared for a while, put down the cigarette, and turned to enter the house.
He found a better way to relax - to give the Q version Zhuo Shu a few punches.
Refreshed.
At this time, someone seemed to be knocking on the door outside the door, first twice lightly, and then three times hard.
Ying Tongchen looked back: "Who is it?"
No one answered.
He walked to the door, glanced through the cat's eyes, saw no figure, and subconsciously picked up a long-handled umbrella at the door.
There was a few more knocks on the door.
Ying Tongchen opened the door, and just raised the umbrella handle to face the outside, when he saw Zhuo Shu flashing from the side of the door, and subconsciously pressed the place where the umbrella was opened.
As soon as Zhuo Shu approached, he saw him spinning up an umbrella and propping it open above his head with a bang, which looked like some kind of strange welcoming ceremony.
Zhuo Shu: "...?"
"Don't engage in these fancy ceremonies in the future." He glanced at Ying Tongchen with disgust.
Ying Tongchen: This is just a ceremony for you to welcome death.
"Where are the shoes." Zhuo Shu stood in the door and glanced around, and finally gave him a look, and tapped his forefoot on the ground, "Get me a new pair soon."
"It's so late, why did you come here on purpose to die?" Ying Tongchen put away his umbrella angrily, and found a pair of newly unpacked shoes from under the shoe cabinet.
"I'm not a ready-made person." Zhuo Shu said sternly.
"Then go barefoot or get out."
Zhuo Shu glared at him, changed his shoes scoldingly, and walked to the living room, while stating his purpose: "I came to you mainly to vent my anger, you just talked to me like that on WeChat, which made me very angry, I To... wait, what is that?!"
Zhuoshu paused, pointing at the sofa angrily.
Ying Tongchen looked in the direction and saw the Q version Zhuoshu attached to the pillow. What was more special was that the Q version Zhuoshu was tied to the pillow by a rope.
Ying Tongchen: "."
"What on earth did you do to it?!" Zhuo Shu raised his eyebrows, sat on the sofa, looked at the poor Q-version Xiao Zhuo Shu, and took it out of the rope with distress, "Give me a reasonable explain."
Ying Tongchen rubbed his temples and said, "I haven't asked you yet, what audio did you record in it?"
"Huh? What recording?"
Ying Tongchen looked at his extremely confused expression, not pretending to be, and asked curiously, "Didn't you do it?"
"What did I do?" Zhuo Shu turned his head to look at the Q version of himself, the more he looked, the more cute he became, he raised his hand and touched the Q version's face.
Ying Tongchen: "Don't!!!"
That's too late.
Zhuo Shu had already pressed the recording switch, and Ying Tongchen's humming sound came from inside again.
Ying Tongchen once again died socially, and did not want to face the world again.
Zhuo Shu's eyes lit up: Wonderful.
"Hurry up and turn it off!" Ying Tongchen raised the volume.
Zhuo Shu pressed the switch again and found that it had no effect, and explained: "Maybe I was in a hurry, the workmanship was too fast, and they didn't have time to make the finished product, right? This is probably a semi-finished product. This recording pit was made last night by us. Too forgetful that we accidentally hit the switch?"
"Is this a joke?!" Ying Tongchen picked up the pillow and hit him on the head, "It's all your fault! What kind of shit are you doing!"
Zhuo Shu's brain was continuously beaten, and he was not angry at all. Instead, he was very happy and shook his head with the voice in the recording.
Ying Tongchen was tired of waving his pillow, and threw it aside, slumped on the other side of the sofa, tugged at the button of his collar, and kicked over: "Get up, go back to your house."
Zhuoshu moved a little to the side and listened until the recording was all over. Only then did he sit upright with satisfaction and restrain his smile, but he couldn't restrain himself at all.
"I really didn't do it on purpose." Zhuo Shu finished his explanation and glanced down at his feet. The flesh and bones were well-proportioned, and the blue veins were bulging.
His eyes slowly moved up from his long legs, and the other side was lying on the other side, the collar of his shirt was open, revealing a little collarbone.
The chest rises and falls more obviously due to the movement, Ying Tongchen breathes with his mouth half open, his chin raised, and his eyes look at him indignantly.
The two were silent for a moment, Ying Tongchen seemed to notice something and looked at his crotch.
"..."
Zhuo Shu: "...cough!"
Ying Tongchen kicked him again.
"What are you doing at my house in the middle of the night?"
Zhuo Shu originally wanted to settle accounts with this rude person, but he dared to delusionally put a dung scoop on his head
But looking at the seductive scene in front of me, the recorded version that I heard just now automatically popped up in my mind. For a while, my brain stopped turning, and I could only use my lower body to think.
He grabbed the other person's ankle and dragged it down a little: "Of course I'm doing something that Jinjiang's review is not allowed to let me do."
There was a rustling sound, and there were several more clothes on the ground.
"Well, get out. Aren't you afraid that the red lock will catch up?" Ying Tongchen gasped.
"As long as we move fast enough, the red lock can't catch up with me." Zhuo Shu leaned on his ear and suppressed his voice, "We are very experienced in this matter, aren't we?"
Ying Tongchen snorted: "What experience? The experience of being locked up many times? Hmmmmmmmmm now I don't even dare to mark the ellipsis."
Zhuo Shu smiled in a low voice, and had to sigh again that he was sad at the narrowness of this house, there was really nowhere to show it. He caught a glimpse of something, turned back after a moment, picked up the rope that bound the Q version Zhuoshu, a light flashed in his eyes, it was time for the real reckoning.
"It's okay, readers understand us, it's really hard to live in Jinjiang these days." Zhuo Shu grabbed his wrist and raised his mouth slightly, "Right? Huh?"
The final result is that both sides suffer, Ying Tongchen has two more red marks on his wrist, and Zhuo Shu has two more bite marks on his neck.
"You're really talking." Zhuo Shu lay down on the side as if in relief, loosened the rope on his wrist, and touched his neck, "It hurts."
Ying Tongchen kicked him and said weakly, "Fuck."
"Don't fuck it, don't fuck it, it's time for you to rest, we want sustainable development."
Zhuo Shu glanced at him with interest, picked up the doll from under the pillow bed again, and said seriously, "Well, the recording version has been updated."
"..." Ying Tongchen glared at him. In this situation, it seemed very intimidating. Instead, it meant that he wanted to refuse and welcome, "Get out of here with your things."
"I won't." Zhuo Shu casually put on a piece of clothes, bent over and carried him to the bathroom, "Can you take a shower when I'm gone?"
"I can."
"Can you have my back rubbing skills?"
"...I can't." Ying Tongchen compromised.
"Tsk, there's no bathtub?" Zhuo Shu frowned at the narrow bathroom, "It's really inconvenient to have a small house."
It's time to change to a bigger villa, and if there is a bathtub for this kind of thing, there will be a little bit of exercise that can't be "extricated".
After taking a bath, the two of them were lying on the bed and were about to fall asleep when Ying Tongchen suddenly asked, "What did you say on WeChat tonight? What happened to the old man? You didn't help others?"
"No, it was just being trained by an old man." Zhuo Shu pulled the man into his arms, rubbed his head, and unconsciously lowered his head and kissed his hair, "It just feels like no one has been trained for many years. I am, I feel angry and funny for a while."
"How did he train you?" Ying Tongchen was too lazy to move, let him hold him in his arms and rolled his eyes silently.
"Say I don't value my family, hey."
"How come." Ying Tongchen retorted.
Zhuo Shu looked down at him, his expression was slightly moved, his eyes were full of encouragement, and he motioned for him to continue.
Ying Tongchen was encouraged and said directly: "It's not just your family, you don't put others in your eyes at all."
Zhuoshu: "..."
"I'm going to be angry, the consequences are serious."
"Well, let's give birth, let's give birth." Ying Tongchen felt sleepy, yawned, closed his eyes in a daze, and muttered, "It's going to be inward, why don't you refute when others say you?"
Zhuoshu's expression moved slightly, snoring his fur.
After waiting for a while, when he saw that he was asleep, he reached out and picked up the phone, opened the unimportant trumpet, stared at the chat record of the head teacher for a long time, and solemnly edited: [I am usually busy with work, this is mine negligence. But one thing must be emphasized, I love my family very much.]
After putting down the phone, Zhuo Shu exhaled, and the stone stuck in his heart disappeared. He looked down at the person who was sleeping soundly, and kissed his forehead.
"I told you that the consequences are serious." Be careful I eat your tofu.
The next morning, the sun was a bit dazzling. The moment Zhuo Shu opened his eyes, he was stunned by the unfamiliar room for a while, and then he remembered that this was Ying Tongchen's home.
I was busy with business last night and didn't take a good look at it.
He quietly retracted his numb arm, got out of bed, picked up his clothes, and drew the curtains to block the light falling on Ying Tongchen's face, then walked around the room.
The space is not large, except for a large bed, which is a wardrobe. Through the glass door, you can see that there are shirts full of water.
The next room is a study, the bookshelves are full of books, and you can see it when you walk to the door.
He turned to wash up, having been there the last time he was drunk, so he knew where the toiletries were.
There was a sound of footsteps outside, and Ying Tongchen woke up faintly.
He turned over and was about to go back to sleep, but then he thought that there was still someone at home, and he couldn't fall asleep. I dragged my tired body to get up, put on my clothes, and glanced at the time on my phone, there were several unread messages.
Just now, Zhuo Zi sent him a photo of the shopping mall, reporting that he and his classmates planned to buy some special products for the family at this time, and then they were going to catch a flight home.
[Class teacher]: Well, pay attention to safety.
The earlier news was Brother Zhuo, who sent him a message in the middle of the night.
He stared at the news for a while, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
[Class teacher]: You are awesome, I believe you are a good parent [Like]
When Zhuo Shu saw the news, he couldn't help shaking his legs, as if he had received a lot of recognition, he put down his mobile phone happily, whistled, and turned his head to see the English newspapers on the shelf.
At this moment, a "click" came from the door, and Ying Tongchen squinted and pushed open the toilet door.
Zhuo Shu: "!"
Ying Tongchen walked in in a daze, and habitually found the toothbrush and toothpaste on the washstand, just put it into his mouth and brushed a few times, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the mirror, and suddenly, the whole People freeze.
Holding his toothbrush, he slowly turned his head and looked back to the right.
I saw Zhuo Shu sitting upright on the toilet, holding a toilet book in his hand, looking at him with grace and stunned expression.
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Zhuoshu: "........."
Zhuo Shu handed it over with an eye knife: "Get out!!!"
"Excuse me, you continue." Ying Tongchen retired gracefully.
After the door was closed, Zhuo Shu put down the newspaper stiffly, reached for a tissue, and the door suddenly opened again.
"Excuse me, let me put the cup." Ying Tongchen put the cup on the stage, "This time it's really goodbye, farewell."
Zhuoshu: "..."
Is there any king law? ah? !
It's so socially dead!
The author has something to say: good news good news! Congratulations to Zhuoshu for breaking the iron rule that the president of Jinjiang will not pull Baba!
The society will kill you, me, and him, and it will be fair to everyone.