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It's past nine o'clock in the morning.

He Xiao yawned and got up.

has just finished recording the third episode of "The Voice of Dreams", both mentally and physically tired, Lin Yunkai also knows that He Xiao is very tired, so he has not dragged him around for commercial performances in the past few days.

It can be said that since getting the black phone, He Xiao's life has changed dramatically, and he has not had such a good rest for a long time.

Although I slept until I woke up naturally, I actually only rested for about seven hours, and He Xiao was lying on the quilt, still a little unwilling to move.

I took out my black phone and looked at it, lying in bed for an hour like a salted fish.

About half-past ten he heard the sound of walking in the living room.

It is estimated that Zhang Wei woke up, this guy drank too much last night, hugged He Xiao and cried and laughed, saying some nonsense, He Xiao was afraid that he would not be able to think of really jumping from the roof, so he desperately poured chicken soup on him, which can be regarded as stabilizing this glass-hearted man.

At this time, he stretched his waist and got up from the bed, He Xiao put on a pair of shorts, pushed open the door and walked out.

At noon, the sun was already hanging high, and it would be too salty to be paralyzed.

Some people catch up with the leisure time of the weekend and can lie in bed for a whole day, and He Xiao doesn't know how these people do it.

Anyway, he can't be idle, and he feels uncomfortable staying in one place all the time.

What's more, at this point in time, even if he wants to lie down, his stomach won't allow it.

The feeling of hunger came to his face, and it happened that Zhang Wei also woke up, and He Xiao planned to pull him downstairs to eat something and make up for the morning and noon meals.

With a creak, He Xiao pushed open the door.

The figure in the living room caught his eye, with a ball on his head, wearing a black sweatshirt, sweeping the floor.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked back and saw that He Xiao was only wearing a pair of shorts on her body, and immediately sneered: "It also takes money to play a hooligan, so don't expose even a muscle on your body?"

He Xiao never expected that when he opened the door, he would not meet Zhang Wei, but the landlord's sister with a bad mouth.

Especially when the other party counted his figure so unscrupulously, it really made He Xiao, a big man, a little ashamed.

Although he is not as thin as a hemp stick, but he does not have any muscles, I thought that there were only two people in the room, he and Zhang Wei, what to wear, but he did not expect to meet a female comrade sweeping the floor in his room as soon as he opened the door.

He Xiao hurriedly went back to the house with a red face and took out a half-sleeve, and only after putting it on did he come out and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Dead. I saw the landlord's sister leaning her broom against the wall, leaning her ass against the table, not salty or indifferent.

"Huh?" He Xiao was stunned for two seconds before he reacted suddenly, and his face changed greatly: "I still don't want to open it? Why did I die? Why didn't I hear any movement? Did you call the police!"

He Xiao really couldn't accept it, and he was sad in his heart, he poured so much chicken soup to Zhang Wei last night, and he still didn't persuade him in the end?

"Poof. ”

Seeing He Xiao's bewildered look turn into sadness, Zhang Xuran suddenly smiled and leaned back, "Criticize! You believe what Lao Tzu says! Do you want to laugh at Lao Tzu so that he can inherit Lao Tzu's ant flower?"

The hoarse laughter echoed in his ears, and He Xiao was silent for two or three seconds before his face darkened and passed by Zhang Xuran.

"It's not funny at all!"

Walking straight to Zhang Wei's door, He Xiao pushed it open, the room was clean, the bedding and sheets were put away, as if no one had lived last night.

He Xiao didn't believe that a big living person disappeared like this, he rummaged inside and out, leaving nothing, even the most basic daily necessities.

"Don't look for it, he's gone. Zhang Xuran stopped smiling, and reached out to brush a trace of hair blocking his forehead, "I left this morning, and I went to Hengdian to be a group performer, saying that I wanted to chase my dreams." ”

"In addition, he thanked you very much, and he didn't let me return half of the rent money, saying that he gave it to you. ”

"Also, he said he'll come to you if he messes around in the future. ”

Zhang Xuran lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes and said.

He Xiao asked: "Then what if you don't get out of the mix?"

Zhang Xuran smiled, "Didn't you get out of the way? That's how it is in this life." ”

He Xiao listened to this, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, although he had not known Zhang Wei for a long time, but this guy was a man with a true temperament, and his story made people feel bitter.

"Ahem, this hamapi, Lao Tzu took him in for five years, and he didn't say anything to Lao Tzu. Zhang Xuran choked on his throat from smoking, coughing violently, and stared at He Xiao: "Now that you live in the house alone, the rent can't be less, and you have to make up 6,000 for me." ”

Or say that Zhang Xuran is annoying, even if his mouth is smelly, his life is still real.

took out his mobile phone and transferred nine thousand to Zhang Xuran, He Xiao said: "I can't ask for Zhang Wei's money, you must have Zhang Wei's contact information, you send him the three thousand, the horizontal drift is very bitter, I can't make him more bitter." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Xuran immediately looked at He Xiao in surprise, as if he only knew him now.

This man, who bargained with her for rent yesterday, is so generous today that he doesn't want to give him 3,000 yuan in rent.

It seems that Zhang Wei is not the only fool these days.

"Okay. Nodding, Zhang Xuran pulled the door of Zhang Wei's house, and then handed out a key and said, "This house belongs to you, remember to clean it frequently." ”

"Hmm. He Xiao nodded, he planned to clean up Zhang Wei's room and let the sweet potato live, and it just so happened that there was also a place to put the cat litter, cat food, and cat scratching board.

The two hands briefly touched, and the touch was cold.

Zhang Xuran threw the key into He Xiao's palm, quickly withdrew his hand and hid it under his sleeve.

It was such a short second, He Xiao still found something unusual.

Zhang Xuran's hands were too white.

Not the natural whiteness, but a sickly white, with patches.

He Xiao vaguely remembered that this seemed to be a disease.

Seeing He Xiao's gaze on his cuffs, Zhang Xuran frowned and scolded: "Don't look at Lao Tzu's hands!

"I don't believe it. He Xiao shook his head and subconsciously answered.

Zhang Xuran's breath was stagnant, she didn't expect someone to answer her like this.

The next moment, she was annoyed and angry, pointing at He Xiao like a female ruffian, "You and I are raising the bar, aren't you?"

He Xiao also reacted at this time, he had just talked about the sky to death.

Mainly because I was thinking about it just now, and when I heard Zhang Xuran's words, I thought about it and subconsciously took it.

This made Zhang Xuran angry, and the whole person scolded and scolded: "You have something wrong with your brain, right? If Lao Tzu said that when Lao Tzu was young, he used a kitchen knife and didn't even blink his eyes for thirteen streets, do you still want to ask Lao Tzu if his eyes are dry?"

"Are your eyes dry?" He Xiao was also curious when she heard her say this.

"I'll fuck your uncle!" Zhang Xuran's hair exploded, "The point of Lao Tzu's words is whether the eyes are dry or not, and do you believe it or not?"

The landlord's sister was really angry, and she forgot about He Xiao's look at her hand, and went out directly.

Seeing that the attention was successfully diverted, He Xiao touched his nose, returned to the room, took out his laptop, and began to search for the symptoms of vitiligo.