Wild and easy to tame

Chapter 16

Is there a friendship between us now?

Xiao Yuanqiu has been a good student in the eyes of his parents and teachers since he was a child, and he has never written a letter of self-criticism or a letter of guarantee.

At this moment, he was holding the pen, not knowing how to start writing the self-criticism.

Yan Jia glanced at him and saw that he hadn't formally written it, and muttered in a low voice: "Little Yuanqiu, what are you doing? Are you in a daze? After such a long time, I only wrote a title of "Review"? "

Xiao Yuanqiu frowned in distress: "I don't know how to write."

"How do I start?"

Yan Jia moved the self-criticism written by him to Xiao Yuanqiu's side, and secretly showed it to him.

Xiao Yuanqiu then began to paint gourds, imitating Yan Jia's format and content.

When Feng Zhuo had almost finished writing the review, he turned his face and found that Duan Yi had finished writing.

He lowered his voice in surprise and said "huh", "You write very fast!"

"I didn't see it," Feng Zhuo said, "You're pretty good at writing self-criticism, didn't you write less before?"

Duan Yi gave him a white look, and then said angrily: "Hurry up, finish writing and leave."

It wasn't that he had the good intentions to wait for these three people, it was the police uncle who said that he could only leave after writing everything.

"It's coming soon, there are only a few more sentences." Feng Zhuo continued to write quickly with his head down, his handwriting was scrawled like a dog crawling.

Feng Zhuo's handwriting was so ugly that Duan Yi was heartbroken, and simply turned his head away.

Ding Chenshao on the other side was still writing hard.

Duan Yi glanced at him, then looked away coldly.

After a while, Feng Zhuo finished writing.

Yan Jia is still quietly instructing Xiao Yuanqiu how to write next.

After a while, when Xiao Yuanqiu finished writing, the four of them got up one after another and handed in the self-criticism one after another.

Unsurprisingly, he was educated earnestly by the police uncle again.

Then they were allowed to leave.

After walking out of the police station, Feng Zhuo stretched his waist and let out a deep breath of relief.

Yan Jia was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he yelled, "I'm starving to death, let's go eat!"

Xiao Yuanqiu agreed: "Okay, let's go eat."

Feng Zhuo suddenly got greedy, "I really want to eat sheep and scorpions."

"Ahh, I was about to say it!" Yan Jia said happily, "I want to eat sheep and scorpions too!"

Before Duan Yi could speak, a soft shout came from the side of the road under the steps: "Feng Zhuo."

Feng Zhuo's hands were also bent upwards due to stretching, and his arms remained straight.

Suddenly he heard someone calling him, he slowly put down his hand, turned his face and looked over.

It's Xu Tingting.

She stood by the side of the road, looking cramped.

Feng Zhuo walked down the steps and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xu Tingting didn't dare to look up at him, her cheeks gradually turned red.

She picked her fingers and said in a soft voice: "Yes... I called the police. I'm sorry, I'm afraid you... You will all be hurt."

Feng Zhuo: "Ah."

"Does your boyfriend know that you sent him to the police?" he asked.

Xu Tingting's expression was embarrassed for a moment, then she shook her head slightly.

Feng Zhuo didn't say anything else, and walked forward first.

Duan Yi and the others followed closely, and they planned to find a place to have a meal.

Feng Zhuo waved for a taxi.

Duan Yi didn't want to squeeze in the back seat, so he took the co-pilot.

Xiao Yuanqiu and Yan Jia sat in the back seat one by one, Feng Zhuo turned to Xu Tingting and said to Xu Tingting the moment before he was holding on to the car door, "Then don't let him know."

It would be hard for her to be known by Ding Chenshao.

Xu Tingting was stunned, and looked at Feng Zhuo dully, her eyes filled with water.

After Feng Zhuo finished speaking, he got into the car.

The driver asked them where they were going, and Duan Yi said, "The sheep and scorpion restaurant on Jianshe Road."

Yan Jia sighed from behind, and said to Feng Zhuo: "Brother Zhuo, you are just too soft-hearted."

Feng Zhuo leaned lazily on the back of his chair, looking at the rapidly receding street scene outside the car window.

He didn't answer Yan Jia's words, but only asked with a smile, "Would you like some drink later?"

Yan Jia said: "Then you must drink something! Congratulations to our squad leader Xiao who finally learned how to write a self-criticism!"

Xiao Yuanqiu was ridiculed by Yan Jia, and said with a smile: "Yan Jia, don't go too far!"

Yan Jia laughed happily: "I thought you could do everything, but it turns out that you can't do anything, such as writing a self-criticism."

Xiao Yuanqiu sighed: "Isn't this going to make it through?"

Yan Jia: "I can tease you for the rest of my life."

"After you get married and have children, I will tell your son about it."

Xiao Yuanqiu didn't speak, but coughed lightly.

Feng Zhuo interrupted: "How do you know that the monitor will have a son? What if it's a girl!"

Yan Jia said: "It doesn't matter, sons and daughters don't matter, my point is, I want to tell his children about his deeds."

Xiao Yuanqiu finally couldn't help but interrupted: "It's far away, it's far away."

Only then did Yan Jia calm down.

When they arrived at the Yangxiezi Pavilion, the four of them found a booth by the window.

Yan Jia and Feng Zhuo sat on the same side, while Duan Yi and Xiao Yuanqiu sat on the other side.

Opposite Feng Zhuo happened to be Duan Yi.

After ordering, Feng Zhuo began to unpack the tableware.

It happened that the waiter brought a pot of hot water, Feng Zhuo began to pour water for them one by one to warm their cups.

Not long after, the sheep scorpion hot pot was served.

The canned beer they asked for was also delivered.

Duan Yi held the mobile phone in one hand to send a message to his mother, and with the other hand, he opened the tab of the can with one hand.

Feng Zhuo, who accidentally noticed that he opened the can with one hand, imitated him and tried it with one hand.

opened.

It's just that because it's the first time, it's a little bit strenuous.

After Feng Zhuo finished opening, seeing that Yan Jia was about to open his can of beer, he immediately brought the can of beer over and said to Yan Jia, "Come on, let me open it."

That's it, Feng Zhuo tried again.

Hey, it's easier than the first time.

Feng Zhuo, who was addicted to opening a can with one hand, then offered to help Xiao Yuanqiu open a beer.

Xiao Yuanqiu didn't know that Feng Zhuo just wanted to practice opening cans with one hand a few more times, and he was very flattered and said thank you: "Thank you."

Yan Jia, who knew Feng Zhuo's virtues very well, said: "You don't need to thank him, he just wants to open the can with one hand, otherwise he wouldn't be kind enough to help you open the beer."

Feng Zhuo scolded with a smile: "You are the only one who talks too much!"

Duan Yi, who had noticed it since Feng Zhuo opened the can with one hand, twitched his lips, and quickly suppressed his smile.

The meal lasted until the early morning, and the four of them walked back.

Although he didn't drink much, Feng Zhuo was a little drunk.

Xiao Yuanqiu was surprised: "I thought Feng Zhuo would drink well..."

"Then you think highly of him," Yan Jia said, "He pours three cups."

Yan Jia asked Feng Zhuo to go back to live with him, Feng Zhuo refused to say anything, "My books are still in the Internet cafe, I have to go back and get them."

Duan Yi: "I have to get my schoolbag too."

Yan Jia then said, "Brother Zhuo, please ask the boss to help you send it home!"

Before Duan Yi could speak, Feng Zhuo hooked Duan Yi's shoulder wobbly, and waved to brother Yan Jia Xiao Yuanqiu in a drunken way: "Bye bye, bye bye..."

Fortunately, he put his arm on Duan Yi's shoulder this time, not his palm against his shoulder. Duan Yi reluctantly endured it and did not shake him off.

So, in the end, Yan Jia and Xiao Yuanqiu went back to their respective homes, Feng Zhuo and Duan Yi went to the Internet cafe together.

On the way, Duan Yi repeatedly confirmed to Feng Zhuo: "Can you go home by yourself?"

Feng Zhuo, who walked out of wavy lines, patted his chest and assured him: "Absolutely!"

"Then I won't send you off, I'll just return the things after I get them." Duan Yi said.

Feng Zhuo waved his hand: "Success!"

After arriving at the private room, Duan Yi really picked up his schoolbag and left first.

Feng Zhuo slowly packed up the test papers and books, but when he came down from the second floor, Duan Yi was still talking to Brother Chen.

I don't know what they were talking about, but when Feng Zhuo approached, he only heard Duan Yi say to Brother Chen: "Let's go."

Then Duan Yi stepped out of the Internet cafe.

Feng Zhuo came to the table and said to the boss with a big tongue: "Brother Chen, pay the bill."

Brother Chen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "What kind of bills are you paying?"

Feng Zhuo took out his wallet: "Private room, all day long."

Brother Chen laughed, "Didn't Duan Yi tell you?"

Feng Zhuo, who was drunk, was a little slow, and it took two seconds before he asked blankly, "What did you say?"

"He comes to me for free for life." Brother Chen pointed to the direction of the second floor, "That private room is also for him."

Although Feng Zhuo was drunk, he was still conscious, he was a little shocked: "Huh?"

"Why is he free for life?" He couldn't help being curious.

Brother Chen took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth: "Don't ask if you shouldn't know."

Feng Zhuo's consciousness was confused and he said "oh".

He remembered that Aunt Jiang never charged him for breakfast, and he suddenly understood.

Maybe Duan Yi helped Brother Chen?

Then he realized with a slow reaction: "So I have been in his light for the past two days?"

"Then what do you think?" Brother Chen snorted, lit the cigarette, took a puff, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

Feng Zhuo didn't say anything else, and walked towards the house with slightly swaying footsteps.

Duan Yi, who didn't leave after leaving the Internet cafe, followed Feng Zhuo all the way to the Qingheyuan community. Just when Duan Yi felt that Feng Zhuo had nothing wrong with him and was about to turn around and leave, Feng Zhuo suddenly turned into a winding road. Brick paved path.

While looking around, he whispered, "Meow, meow..."

Duan Yi: "..."

Is this drunkenness?

This is drinking mad.

After meowing like a cat for a while, Feng Zhuo changed his address again: "Zhu Zhuo? Zhu Zhuo? Meow Meow Meow?"

He didn't even move forward, and squatted down directly on the path.

Duan Yi, who was walking behind him, also stopped.

Because it was late at night, no one in the community was active outside.

The surroundings are very quiet, and the autumn night wind blows, exuding a bit of coolness to the bones.

Except for the faint moonlight above the head, there are only a few households that have not turned off the lights.

Duan Yi stood there, a little dizzy.

Just when he was about to pull Feng Zhuo up and ask him which building, unit and room his house was in, Feng Zhuo suddenly sighed.

He heard him muttering to himself: "Scumbag, can't you come and look for me more?"

Duan Yi was stunned for a moment, then remembered Feng Zhuo's Moments post last night, and probably understood that the "scumbag" he was talking about was referring to the three-colored cat.

Feng Zhuo was still muttering: "I will give you the best cat food and canned cat food, and I will buy you a lot of cat toys. Let me raise you, Zhuo Zhuo."

"Just...just let me see you every day when I get home."

Duan Yi was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, tightened his right hand holding the strap of the bag, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

Feng Zhuo squatted on the spot again for a while, not sure if he was in a daze or thinking about something.

Then he got up and walked forward slowly.

Duan Yi watched him enter the unit building with his own eyes.

A few minutes later, a light came on in a window on the fifth floor.

He just turned around and walked back.

After returning home, Feng Zhuo lay down on the bed.

For some reason, he kept thinking about what he learned from Brother Chen.

The more Feng Zhuoyue thought about it, he felt like he was taking advantage.

Let others make up lessons, and occupy the private room where they spend their time in Internet cafes.

Suddenly, he who had collapsed on the bed straightened up and sat up.

Feng Zhuo opened WeChat on his mobile phone, and sent Duan Yi a transfer and a few messages.

After finishing this, Feng Zhuo threw down his phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Duan Yi was listening to the song with headphones on, and walked back unhurriedly, a little absent-minded.

The mobile phone suddenly rang a notification tone for a WeChat message.

He opened WeChat and saw that Feng Zhuo's news was still popping out.

【Squeak: Wechat transfer 400】

[Zhiuuh: I just found out that the private room was specially reserved by Brother Chen for you, so no money will be charged. 】

【Zhiuuh: I can't always rely on your private room to let you make up lessons for nothing. Let this money be used as the fee for these two make-up lessons. I will pay once for each make-up lesson in the future. 】

Duan Yi: "..."

Speechlessly, he returned the transfer, and then typed: "I'm not short of money."

Feng Zhuo didn't reply.

Duan Yi didn't care either.

It was not until more than half an hour later that Duan Yi, who had already returned home and was taking a shower in the bathroom, received Feng Zhuo's reply.

[Squeaking: Then what do you lack?I give you. 】

About half an hour later, Duan Yi, who came out of the bathroom, saw his reply, and replied: "I don't need anything at the moment, and I'll ask you if I need anything in the future."

Feng Zhuo: "Okay."

After a while, Feng Zhuo sent another message: "We played ball together, fought, ate, and drank. Is there a friendship between us now, Mr. Yi?"

Duan Yi: "..."

【No. 】

One second before pressing the send button, the image of Feng Zhuo squatting on the road talking to himself tonight suddenly flashed in Duan Yi's mind. He pressed the delete button, clicked the on-screen keyboard again, and then sent.

Duan Yi: "What do you think?"

Feng Zhuo: "If you want me to say it, it will happen!"

Duan Yi replied: [It's up to you. 】