Sichuan and Chongqing love

Chapter 24

Cheng Dulin had to admire Xiao Yi's mother's ability to accept. His son just came out in the afternoon, and at night he could sit on the sofa with his son's "coming out" and watch TV together, eating fruit and complaining about domestic dramas bloody drama.

Holding a fruit bowl in his arms, Wang Yi fed a piece of rabbit-shaped apple into his mouth from time to time. When he saw something he didn't understand, he forked another piece, and elbowed Cheng Dulin who was sitting next to her. Question: "Xiaolin, who does this girl like? There are so many tender male leads, ouch, I don't even know which couple I should stand for!"

Cheng Dulin opened his mouth to catch Wang Yi's feed, and gave her a spoiler of the plot he had already seen.

"Ma'am, it's the man who appeared at the beginning. Believe me, don't worry about how many men appeared, just see which man is the ugliest and the most honest. That is the spare tire and the hero. The supporting characters are all better-looking, because the heroines are generally a bit blind."

Wang Yi didn't believe it, and felt that the most handsome guy should be the hero, so he quickly called the third person in the room to express his opinion.

Xiao Yi sat with his computer in his arms and dealt with the unfinished work in the afternoon. When he heard his mother shouting, he didn't raise his head, and replied: "What's wrong?"

Wang Yi turned his head and kept calling his son's name, until he raised his head helplessly, and then hurriedly said: "Xiaolin thinks the ugly one is the protagonist, and your mother thinks the most handsome one." That, which one do you think it is? Hurry up, take advantage of the commercial, hurry up, or the TV will start soon."

Xiao Yi saw that there were still more than 90 seconds of advertisement on the screen, he couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Just listen to Cheng Dulin."

Wang Yi put the fruit plate on the coffee table, and with a crisp 'click', he said angrily: "It's not fair, you two must be colluding. When I go back to Chongqing and ask you, the old man is definitely different from you."

Xiao Yi glanced at Cheng Dulin, who was also suppressing a smile, lowered his smiling eyes, and continued to deal with business: "That's because he is afraid of you, do you believe it?"

Wang Yi gouged him out a few times, stopped talking, looked back at the advertisement again, and began to ask whether the female stars in Cheng Dulin's advertisement had plastic surgery or not.

Sleeping at night is rather embarrassing. There are only two bedrooms at home. Cheng Dulin originally wanted to vacate his own bedroom and squeeze on the sofa for a night. Anyway, Xiao Yi's mother can't play for a long time. Who would have thought that Wang Yi called him to stop: " Xiaolin, I know what are you pretending to do, go back to where you should go, go to sleep in your own room."

Cheng Dulin thought to himself, where did I get my own room, didn't I give it to you.

But he didn't dare to say it, so he had to give Xiao Yi a look of help, asking him to say a few words.

Xiao Yi pretended to be confused while pretending to understand, and leaned against the wall with his arms folded and didn't speak.

Cheng Dulin appealed for help to no avail, and appealed to Wang Yi again, saying that he should sleep more comfortably on the sofa, and that Xiao Yi loves to snore, and he is not used to it.

Wang Yi is a sensible person, so he didn't listen to Cheng Dulin's explanation, and pulled Xiao Yi who was watching the play over: "Xiao Yi! Get Xiao Lin in quickly, it's so late, why are you sleeping on the sofa? It's kind of funny, the parents don't dare to talk about sex!"

Cheng Dulin looked distressed, and stood awkwardly between the guest bedroom and the master bedroom, neither sitting nor on the right.

Xiao Yi put away his hands, pushed his mother to the guest bedroom, comforted her and told her not to worry about these things, then turned his head and teased Cheng Dulin who was out of state: "Why, we're going to be separated so soon?"

Knowing that he was acting, Cheng Dulin still felt uncomfortable, glanced at his mouth, and when passing by Xiao Yi, secretly kicked him, and then quickly slipped into the master bedroom.

Wang Yi patted her son on the shoulder with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and sighed: "Yaoer, do you belong to the category of 'the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard'?"

Xiao Yi smiled and said nothing, and closed the door for Wang Yi.

Wang Yi hurriedly stopped him: "I'll come, I'll come, I understand, I have to close the door so as not to hear anything that shouldn't be heard, oh, your mother, I'm not a reckless person."

When Xiao Yi finished washing up, picked up the hair dryer and opened the door to enter the room, Cheng Dulin was standing beside his bookshelf, looking at something from ear to ear.

Xiao Yi put the blower aside, walked behind Cheng Dulin, and said, "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Dulin was so fascinated that he didn't notice when Xiao Yi came in, he was startled, he couldn't hold the album firmly in his hand, he fell to the ground and hurt his feet, he quickly squatted down and covered his toes that turned red immediately: "What are you doing?" It’s time to come in, why don’t you say a word, black me out.”

Xiao Yi also thought it was funny, obviously he didn't pay attention, how could he turn around and throw the blame on him.Bending down to pick up what Cheng Dulin dropped, he found that it was a photo album made after graduating from university.

"What good thing did you see? It's such a happy smile."

Cheng Dulin smiled so that his almond eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "Hey, Xiao Yi, you are really important."

Xiao Yi found a dry bath towel from the closet, wiped his dripping hair, glanced at Cheng Dulin, who was enjoying himself, and nodded slightly: "Didn't you ask my mother, you still ask?"

After getting a positive reply from himself, Cheng Dulin continued to look at Xiao Yi's previous black history.

He stopped suddenly, stared at a certain page for a while, then picked up the photo album, opened that page, pointed to the photo on it, and asked Xiao Yi for confirmation: "This is you?"

The photo Cheng Dulin pointed to was taken when he graduated from the basketball team. At that time, the whole basketball team and the cheerleading team took a photo together after the school match.

The one Cheng Dulin pointed to was the one with pigtails and a turban on his forehead, who looked displeased at the camera.

Xiao Yi in his early twenties.

Who hasn't had a college time where they can do whatever they want?

Xiao Yi didn't take Cheng Dulin's ridicule seriously, and continued to wipe his hair: "It's me."

Cheng Dulin put down the photo album, stretched out his hand in front of Xiao Yi: "Losing money."

Now it was Xiao Yi's turn to be confused, his eyebrows frowned slightly, he stopped his movements, and asked, "What money do you pay for?"

Cheng Dulin straightened his back, and arrogantly asked Xiao Yi for money: "Medical expenses!"

"When did I hurt you?"

He showed Xiao Yi the photo on the table again: "This was taken after you played the game, right?"

Xiao Yi nodded.

Cheng Dulin continued: "Then the one with the pigtails is you, right?"

Xiao Yi nodded again.

"Then the case will be solved," Cheng Dulin confidently snorted at Xiao Yi with a serious face, "You changed your hairstyle, it's like a different person, I really didn't recognize you, No. 34!"

No. 34 was indeed Xiao Yi's jersey number back then, but he didn't have the slightest impression of Dulin's injury process.

Cheng Dulin raised his head and looked at Xiao Yi's puzzled eyes, full of belated aggrievedness, and his tone was raised a lot: "That year when you were playing a game, I happened to pass by, and you shot the ball, why did you shoot it in my face? call?"

He has always been wearing 34, and there are basically friendly matches every week. He has played countless basketball games in the past four years. Who knows which one Cheng Dulin is talking about.

"When?"

Cheng Dulin put down the photo album, and reached out again to ask Xiao Yi for compensation: "Don't worry about when, anyway, I was the one who was hit in the face by your three-pointer. I was in a hurry at that time, and I didn't have time to ask you for medical expenses. Now pay me."

Xiao Yi patted Cheng Dulin's outstretched palm with a 'slap', "Nonsense." Then he ignored him, put down the towel and began to dry his hair.

Cheng Dulin rubbed his palms which didn't hurt at all, and seeing that Xiao Yi ignored him, he snorted softly, picked up the album again and looked at it.

I don't know what the person lying there with his butt knocked so high saw, the laughter couldn't even be covered by the highest-grade hot air, it was transmitted directly to Xiao Yi's eardrum, and the chaotic vibration was transmitted to the brain, which could actually affect the muscles , the corners of the mouth involuntarily followed.

Xiao Yi was so tickled by his laughter and his rounded buttocks, he simply turned off the blower and walked behind Cheng Dulin again, and patted his pouty buttocks.

Cheng Dulin, who was fascinated by watching, exclaimed, his face turned red immediately, he frowned, and said unhappily: "Xiao Yi, what kind of plane are you doing! Slap my ass paw!"

Xiao Yi felt the remaining touch on his hands, and chuckled. Cheng Dulin looked skinny, but his butt was quite fleshy, and it was quite upturned. It was still elastic after a few pats.

"I can't hold back."

"I'm most afraid of straight men who dress gay!"

Cheng Dulin was cursing, and when he turned white, Xiao Yi couldn't finish his eyes for several times, so he pushed him aside, occupied the big bed by himself, lay on it, and continued looking at Xiao Yi's colorful hair back then, and his expressions no matter what time and scene They are all photos that stink so much that others owe him 500 million.

It was not easy to find Xiao Yi's serious appearance, wearing a suit and tie, he looked like a dog.

Cheng Dulin shouted: "Xiao Yi! When was this filmed!"

Xiao Yi came over and took a look: "You took this photo not long after you entered school."