Zhong Yu knew that he was dreaming.

His hands and feet were as heavy as lead, and he almost felt the illusion that he did not belong to him, and he was trapped in mud and kept sinking.

The outdoor light is bright, and through the eyelids, it turns into a ball of red when sleeping, filling the world.

The heartbeats faster and the breathing is getting heavier.

At some point, my eyes suddenly touched a familiar face, with a serious expression and a innocent tone, and the words were shocking.

"Brother, you can't."

"Brother, have you not eaten?"

"Put it hard."

“…”

Zhong Yu suddenly woke up, sat up suddenly, almost lifting Qiu Qiu off his body, and his face was full of tragedy.

"Awaken?" Qiu Qiu was originally squatting to look at him, but was pushed to sit down on the ground, and took it back without any annoyance: "Are you sleepy?"

"…I woke up by you."

Zhong Yu sat up restlessly and pressed his temple.

"You've slept a lot lately." Qiu Qiu reached out and touched his forehead: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhong Yu intercepted halfway, grabbed his soft wrist, clenched his hands and pinched them: "Talk and sleep a little longer."

New Style Street is under construction, and the Devil's Food House is also closed for renovation.

A small rooftop was built on the roof of the restaurant. At noon, they hid and were lazy. While basking in the sun, they watched Doug's sculptures from afar.

‌Before the school was on winter vacation, Doug had already returned to his hometown, but Qiu Qiu asked him to come back to make sculptures.

The entire street of Shin-shang Street was built, and Doug was inevitably pulled by others for consultation. As everyone talked, they suddenly found that Doug was really too idea. He proposed the plan and it worked smoothly and had results. For a moment, he asked him to modify the drawings.

Wen Jin came here to visit later and was shocked to find that although everyone managed various things, with the help of a designer, he had achieved a unique style, which was simply a mistake.

So Doug worked hard to become the general contractor, riding the huge sculpture with a dirt on his head while serving as a commander. He was sweating all over the middle of winter, and his fashionable long hair was tangled up in a mess, and he was busy like a gray-faced loach.

Seeing Doug doing this, it was quite interesting, Qiu Qiu didn't pay attention to when Zhong Yu fell asleep.

At this moment, Qiu Qiu struggled for a few times and couldn't get out of it. So he just relaxed and lay down, close to Zhong Yu.

Zhong Yu's face was not very good, maybe the floor was too hard.

Qiu Qiu thought, and his hands were drilled into his waist like bonelessness, and he reached into his clothes, and grabbed two handfuls of the man's strong waist muscles. It smelled so good.

"?" Zhong Yu narrowed his eyes.

"Is it uncomfortable to sleep? You can sleep with me." Qiu Qiu looked at him.

"...You are quite enlightened," Zhong Yu pulled his hand out: "But thanks, no need."

"Do you dislike me?" Qiu Qiu leaned over and whispered in his ear: "...If you really want to eat, you can also take a bite of me. Don't tell me."

Zhong Yu raised his eyebrows and finally bounced Qiu Qiu's hand hard at his forehead.

"Shut up, who knows if it's poisonous."

"It probably won't..." Qiu Qiu thought for a while, but he wasn't sure: "It seems that he has never seen slime poisoning by mistake,"

The words came to an abrupt end. Qiu Qiu Yuguang caught a glimpse of the side, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly stood up.

I saw a stone slab flying out from somewhere, flying towards Doug, looking to hit him on the head.

Qiu Qiu was about to flash when he saw a shadow appearing in the air. He stepped on the skateboard and jumped over, kicking a stone slab and deflecting it over.

Then land steadily.

Only then did the surroundings react and rushed towards the sculpture in fear.

"Oh my goodness!"

"What's going on!?"

"Brother Doug is okay--"

"It's a death...where did it fall out!? Who is so careless!"

Qiu Qiu and Zhong Yu hurried over. Douglas had just gotten off the sculpture and scratched his head blankly: "What? I didn't see anything..."

"I'm so anxious!" Aunt Yi pushed him: "I'm not grateful to the boy!"

The skateboard boy has been wandering outside the group, wearing a windbreaker and putting his hands in his pockets. When he was thanked, he nodded, his chin was raised high, and he looked extremely arrogant.

"That big stone cannot be seen," the young man snorted coldly: "Don't donate your eyes to those who need it."

Doug glared: "…………Damn it?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, everyone hurriedly coaxed the two to separate. After a while, the skateboard boy was pulled at the door of the Devil's Food Mansion.

"Hmph." The boy picked up his backpack on the ground and shook it on his shoulder. "I'm not wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, his backpack was suddenly caught and he picked up his bag.

Zhong Yu was amused: "Jiang Qu?"

"..." The boy who was about to get angry turned around, suddenly he was short of breath and said quietly: "Ah, Uncle Zhong."

"Introduction," Zhong Yu shook his backpack and said to Qiu Qiu: "This is the son of 30, named Jiang Que, twelve years old."

"It was the year before yesterday! Now it's fourteenth!" Jiang struggled fiercely.

Qiu Qiu was shocked: "What, are you not your surname in San?"

Jiang Qu: “……………………”

***

The fourteen-year-old boy is already like a big man, standing upright and one taller than Qiu Qiu. If he hadn't had a little tender face, he would have said he had grown up.

Jiang looked unhappy and didn't say what he was doing. He leaned against the door and found a place to stay on the second floor.

Bai Xiaoxu was not there, Qiu Qiu poured him two glasses of water and put it on the table.

Jiang reached out to get it, but Zhong Yu slapped it. He hissed and pulled his face and said thank you. Then he took the cup.

Zhong Yu sat like an old man, picked up the water and took a sip: "Tell me, why are you here for?"

"I'm passing by." Jiang Que said stubbornly.

"Oh, passing by, your home is opposite, next to your school, your children often go to the southern part of the courts and places." Zhong Yu looked out: "It's such a strong wind, it's blowing you."

Jiang Que's forehead smoked and wanted to talk back but didn't dare. He sucked half a glass of water in a angrily mouthful.

Finally, I felt silent for a while, and then I wanted to speak for a long time before whispering: "I don't want to go home, let me stay here."

Zhong Yu and Qiu Qiu looked at each other, but didn't ask anything else, and got up and let him go. However, Jiang played for a while and finally felt chatting. He picked up the skateboard and went to the rooftop. Qiu Qiu was excited to watch Doug's sculpture with Ding Ling knocking on the clang.

"What's so good about it? You don't even play with the terminal." Jiang slid on his skateboard, put his hands in his pockets, and his back against the railing.

"What's so fun with the terminal?" Qiu Qiu asked back.

Jiang Que was speechless.

This guy spoke like a quarrel, but he seemed a little stupid when he answered seriously... Jiang thought so, and his reaction was slower a few beats. When he replied, Qiu Qiu had long stopped focusing on him.

"..." Jiang was quite frustrated, and was a little angry for a moment, and couldn't help but poke Qiu Qiu.

"?" Qiu Qiu turned his head.

"Hey," Jiang Que: "I said, just one, I heard you live with Uncle Zhong? Does he care about you?"

Qiu Qiu was puzzled: "Of course I care about me, he is my guardian."

"Is it strict? It depends on your relationship." Jiang asked.

"No," Qiu Qiu said regretfully.

After thinking about it, Zhong Yu would report to him when he went out, which is what happened recently. In the past, he said it would disappear, but it often disappeared for several days. It was so incompetent!

"It's great." Jiang leaned against the railing and buried his chin under the collar of the charger: "I felt that Uncle Zhong must be as weird as my father."

"Uncle 30?" Qiu Qiu responded.

"Old thing," Jiang looked annoyed: "I don't understand what I said. Last week I went to the winter camp and said I didn't bring me anything. I also made a bunch of pancakes to put them in my bag. I found out that when I opened the bag, I was full of cakes. Who the hell wants to eat? My classmates were all dead."

After saying that, Jiang turned around, but met Qiu Qiu's eyes, and a question mark appeared in his head.

Qiu Qiu said in an envious tone: "It's great, you have pancakes. Uncle Sanzhen made pancakes so delicious. Zhong Yu only gave me ten pieces at a time, and the rest were locked in the cabinet."

Jiang Qu: "..."

"Actually, I can open the cabinet. Once I secretly took two pictures, but he didn't find it." Qiu Qiu said seriously: "Uncle Sanzhen asked you to eat whatever you want, and I will definitely love you."

Jiang Que was full of his head and said, "...Are you serious? Change your custody with you?"

"No," Qiu Qiu replied in seconds.

"It's okay..." Jiang Que raised his skateboard irritably: "I told him all the same thing as the car, and I turned around and put a pack of broken cakes for me. When I went out today, I opened the bag. It was amazing. If I didn't want to get angry with him, I would have wanted to find a place to throw away the bag. I really don't want to go back today, annoying...Oh!"

Zhong Yu sucked him from behind: "How do you talk?"

"Just say that!" Jiang was angry: "The truth is not allowed to tell me? Anyway, I will never go back today. As for the bread that I love to eat, whoever likes to eat."

Qiu Qiu was happy: "Thank you."

Jiang Qu: "…?”

***

Opposite the Devil's Restaurant, at the top of the tower-shaped building, a man was taking a video equipment to shoot the entire street.

He had small eyes, high nose bridge, and his face shrank. Even though he was wearing an optical invisible jacket, he still dodged his movements, as if he was very afraid of being looked at.

About ten minutes later, the last confrontation under the statue had just fallen into the rocks, and the man with a small eye finally dared to slap his heart and lie down on the roof and gasped.

That's right, the rock fell before this little-eyed man accidentally slipped and stepped on it.

He came here with a mission to investigate the construction of this beautiful street in Weiyan District. Unexpectedly, the video was not taken yet, and the accident came first.

The man with a small eye was almost scared. Fortunately, the victim was in a stubborn mind, and the entire street was not caught on the spot due to construction and no monitoring equipment.

Even so, the man with a small eye was still holding his eyes and was careful not to take a step from the roof. Finally, the video was shot with a single angle.

When he left the scene, he checked the video, but gritted his teeth and sent it to the boss on the spot.

‌It means that the effect is not enough, and the mouth is coming to make up. The man with a small eye exaggerated the streets of Fengxiang at the terminal, describing the real scene. There is underground in the sky, which is magnificent, like an immortal palace.

"It's so creative!" said the man with small eyes: "Beautiful and individual, with order in the wildness, and resonance in freedom and casualness, but the tone is unrestrained! Located in the main position, the Devil's Food House has a strong foundation, and this opponent should not be underestimated!"

A certain boss received a video in the distant capital star.

After watching the scene silently, the room fell silent.

After a while, the boss frowned and asked the planner beside him: "How do you think?"

The planner said firmly: "Don't underestimate it!"

"I think so too." The boss's voice was deep: "There is a piece of sand in Weiyan District, and it will definitely not be good to change the style. But the leader is this demon food palace. He has such a niche positioning and has become the main position..."

"And he is awesome in the designer," said the planner: "This designer is by no means an ordinary person who can unify the surrounding stores into this big system."

The two of them stopped talking and pondered.

After a while, the boss asked, "Is it not yet found a designer in Eden? Is it difficult to check the real identity?"

"It's almost done," said the planner: "I've already contacted me, and I'll probably be able to confirm his identity in three or five days. When I ask him out, I will definitely win."
Chapter completed!