Diao Chen heard the movement in the study and came out to take a look, the appearance of his slippers with his hands in his pockets was very kind, which made me inexplicably a little warm, and the ghost made him float to his side and hugged his waist, he was obviously startled by my actions, his back was tight, his hands were stagnant in the air and he was at a loss, close to his chest, his breathing and heartbeat were very rapid, he stammered and asked, "...... You...... Got the wrong medicine? ”

I rubbed his chest and said contentedly, "It's really like the stuffed bear I used to play with, but it's too thin." The previous frustration was swept away, and Diao Chen smoothly transitioned to the most environmentally friendly time tonight, and my parting words were: "More body hair is more like." ”

In the next few days, I often lived a day of two o'clock and one line, the school was not far from Diao Chen's house, and it was still early after I arrived, waiting for Diao Chen to get off work while doing it, and then rubbing a meal with peace of mind, sometimes he would wander around the house after eating, and then find a reason to gamble with me, who loses who washes the dishes, this kind of literary fight is often endless, seriously slowing down my work progress, every time at this moment, I always hope to have a difference terminal like Uncle Ge, rock-paper-scissors, high and low, we pay attention to quick solutions, still fighting for a yarn? Diao Chen likes to fight with wits, which is my strength, three sentences or two sentences, in the end, it is my life to wash the dishes. So, after nightfall in this community, someone's mournful singing can always float out of a certain window: "Iron door, iron window, iron chain, holding the pool and looking outside, how beautiful it is to have a dishwasher......

At this time, he was always at the door, nodding to the beat, pretending to be very intoxicated, and adding a sentence at the end: "Sing and sing, don't smash my bowl." "Hate only hate dish soap is a formula that doesn't hurt your hands, otherwise I would have a good reason to smash his kitchen!

If he was in a good mood and there was nothing to do, he would start to beat me for not picking up my things, and then help me put them away in a long sigh, and even had the leisure to help me sharpen pencils, and I looked at a box of sharpened pencils, very melancholy. He stopped what he was doing and said, "I'll buy you a mechanical pencil sharpener, manual ones are inefficient." ”

Holding a large handful of sharpened pencils, he admired from the bottom of his heart: "The craftsmanship is really good, but at first glance it is a layman, the pencil for drawing has to be sharpened by hand, the lead of the pencil sharpening is too short, and it will not take long to draw and have to be re-sharpened, which is more troublesome." ”

"I know you're not a particular person, but you don't have to be so ugly to sharpen a pencil, right?" He continued his work, this time sharpening the refill very long, but still with great detail in each facet, not like sharpening a pencil, but polishing a priceless gem. I couldn't look at it, so I said very unwillingly: "You cut so beautifully, what is the difference between my pencil and someone else's?"

The refill snapped and he cut it off, and the kick fell to the floor and bounced several times. He was full of surprise and asked: "I have been confused for several years, and I thought that you would not be able to sharpen, but it turned out to be intentional after a long time." ”

"Isn't it bad to have characteristics? This is the unspoken rule of the studio, the ugliest pencil you can know that it must be mine without asking, how good it is, lest I have to look for it all over the world. I took the broken pencil from his hand and slashed it with great slash, cutting it in three or two strokes, and many of the cuts were angular and angular. Leaned in front of his eyes and said impassionedly: "See, multiple sex, cloth brigade special pencils, eight hearts and eight arrows, the broken price is only sold for nine cents!" ”

He was amused by me, and said, "A rough person is suitable for a rough thing, and he still holds it as if it were a treasure." ”

"This is called taking the unusual road, my things should have my mark, so that I don't have to lose them and can't find them, and I don't have to worry about others." Carefully put the pencil into the drawing case, such a neat and uniform object really does not look like mine, and it is not recognizable at all. Looking at Dong Zhuo's guitar again, I really want to mark it like sharpening a pencil, but I can't bear it, he thinks it's like a jewel, and it's not easy to put it in my hands with confidence.

Diao Chen laughed and said: "Your mark is too special, and the object can still make you chop and chop, what about the person?" ”

And when it comes to the worst thing about me, is it because my man is very bad-looking? I couldn't help but ask, "Am I going to find something weird?" "It's horrible! Quickly changed his words and said: "Let me tell you a secret, in fact, I didn't mean to sharpen the pencil like that, I can't cut it at all!" ”

Suddenly, Diao Chen leaned against the wall, holding his stomach and laughing happily, with an expression of 'I had expected it a long time ago', okay, I admit that anything marked or not marked is all, and it is a serious matter to stabilize Dong Zhuo at the moment. I don't know which tendon is wrong, so I asked him blankly: "Then now Dong Zhuo and I should be all the way, right?" ”

He retracted his smile, squinted at me, and suddenly snorted from his nose and asked, "Do you have his mark on you?" ”

Damn, this is naturally not, we haven't even tasted it, and when we think about it like this, we can't help but become more and more depressed.