The evening breeze is slightly cool, and the full moon hangs high.
Zhao Xiaokai strolled all the way to the downstairs of the dormitory and knocked on the closed door.
The gray-haired dormitory manager didn't say anything. He returned to his mailroom room and sat in front of the window, looking at him.
Of course Zhao Xiaokai understood what this meant, so he took out ten yuan in change from his pocket and handed it over.
The uncle took over with a smile on his face and waved his hand, meaning come in.
Zhao Xiaokai had nothing to do and started coughing.
"Uncle, you said it's quite hard for you to stay in this hut for thirty days a month."
The uncle smiled and asked, "Is it hard to hold back at work?"
Zhao Xiaokai: "Huh?"
The uncle also had nothing to do, so he picked up the welding smoke at hand and was about to light it: "You will know when you go to work in the future."
Zhao Xiaokai took out his pocket and handed over a Chinese stick: "I will never work in this life."
The uncle made a sound, but he still took the Zhonghua, and took a sip of the cigarette in a disgusting manner. It was so strong that he lit it up.
After just one mouthful, the old man coughed and concluded: "It's fake!"
…
Of course it's fake...
So there are two shifts, one is paid and the other is not paid, both made up by Chen Zui.
The reason why I can make it up is because I drank.
Drinking makes you braver.
The key day was that Chen Zou really asked his sister to be obsessed with him. He almost lost his soul and just wanted to stay with his sister. Even if he didn't do anything or say anything, he could just stay.
Zhao Wanrou thought it was true.
After all, she had never been to Chen Zui's dormitory to see if there were two uncles working shifts. Wouldn't that be free time?
Parking the car in her exclusive parking space behind the house, she got out of the car first, swaying under the moonlight, and took out the keys to the house.
Chen Zui followed closely behind her and arrived at the door of the house. Zhao Wanrou opened the door. Chen Zui walked in familiarly and put on his slippers.
"I'm going to change clothes first."
"good."
Chen Zui sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, flicked left and right, paused with his fingers, and finally stopped changing channels.
At this time, I happened to catch up with the rerun of the 2005 drama "Bright Sword" that was being broadcast late at night.
The second battalion commander in the picture is shouting: "Where is my Italian cannon?"
Chen Zui didn’t know why, but after hearing this sentence, everyone in the barrage had a collective orgasm.
Questioned one after another...
[Chen Zui, where is your Italian cannon? 】
[To be a man, you must have the spirit of wielding a sword!]
[Tonight, just tonight, I will move it to the Civil Affairs Bureau for you!]
…
Chen Zui pressed his temple without saying anything, waited for more than ten seconds, and then pressed it again.
[Brother, I was wrong, I want to see you drinking with your sister..]
[Why are you picking your eyes out for fun...]
[Show any sword, show your sword, we just want to see the pretty sister.]
As soon as the bubble box of this barrage lit up next to the standing lamp, the pretty girl Zhao Wanrou, who had changed into a pair of loose pajamas and let her hair down, walked out.
With a relaxed and lazy pace and a relaxed look, she walked to the kitchen naturally and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
But Chen Zui stood up: "The place where you put the wine is too high, let me do it."
Zhao Wanrou was not humble: "Okay, you go ahead." Then she sat back on the sofa.
Chen Zui: "..."
Why don't you have some interaction?
Don't you want to hold a chair for me?
Sure enough, there is a time limit for Cinderella to wear glass slippers...
Tonight, Gray Boy's time for pretense has run out... he is facing a return to reality.
It took him a second to accept the sense of gap, then stood up, went to the kitchen, set up a chair, and opened the cabinet above. He found that Zhao Wanrou's wine collection was a little less than last time, but it was still pretty good.
Complete range.
only...
After taking a few bottles of foreign wine and a few bottles of beer, Chen Zui saw liquor deep in the cabinet.
Laobaigan, Erguotou, Wuliangye, and Moutai are all completely packaged and unopened.
So he was dumbfounded and remembered Zhao Wanrou's words before.
"There is nothing white at home, everything else can satisfy you."
Although it sounded like something was wrong to him at the time, he wasn't sure if it was really wrong.
Now that he saw the liquor, he realized something was really wrong.
Immediately in my mind: "Fuck Wang Keke, you big mouth!"
After scolding me, I thought about the second half of the sentence, 'Everything else can satisfy you.'
Chen Zui immediately put on a silly smile again.
If the barrage could see his current expression, he would definitely think that this kid is finished, his brain is so messed up, why did he show an expression like the second idiot in the village?
But they couldn't see it from the first perspective. They only saw Baijiu, who was helping Chen Zui analyze it. Sister knew that Bai Zhi's matter was probably a done deal.
Chen was the most lazy to listen to their analysis.
After all, I didn't do anything wrong myself.
Instead of taking the liquor, the foreigner came out with a beer and put the wine on the table.
Zhao Wanrou was looking at Li Yunlong with her legs crossed. When she saw the wine bottle appearing in front of her eyes, she asked: "Are you really good at it?"
Chen Zou nodded heavily: "I can do it."
"Okay, then tell me if you can't do it anymore, I don't want to get you drunk."
Chen Zui smiled, picked up two bottles of beer first, and sat down: "I'll drink slowly, you let me order."
Zhao Wanrou raised the corners of her mouth: "I won't let you, I'll let you stay all night."
Chen Zui: "Isn't tonight over yet?"
"Then why do I let you, brother?"
Chen Zui: "I drink half a cup, you drink a cup..."
【You really are a man, aren't you...】
[Can you drag Chen Zui out and behead him, so that his head is sown in the vegetable market? 】
【Shameful, bah.】
【Let me spit out too, hetui.】
Zhao Wanrou said generously: "Okay, no problem."
So when Chen Zui poured the wine from the bottle into the glass, she stood up and went to the kitchen again, taking out a bunch of snacks from the refrigerator.
After he came back and sat down, Chen Zui raised his cup and the two of them touched it lightly.
Zhao Wanrou drank it all in one gulp, while Chen Zui, the stinky and shameless person, actually drank half the glass.
After drinking, he leaned on the sofa, nestling comfortably as if he were at home.
Zhao Wanrou watched TV while cracking her heartfelt melon seeds.
The two of them sometimes chatted and sometimes drank, feeling comfortable and relaxed.
The episode "Bright Sword" ended quickly and entered a long commercial break.
Zhao Wanrou picked up the remote control and dialed the channels a few times. She found that it was either an advertisement or an old rerun of a drama, so she simply turned it off.
As soon as the sound of the TV disappeared, the room seemed a little quieter.
Zhao Wanrou turned her head and looked at Chen Zui: "This TV is really boring. It would be more interesting to hear you tell me about your future career plan."
Chen Zui picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Then let me tell you another story?"
Zhao Wanrou also picked up the cup at this time, took a sip, put it down and fiddled with her long hair, then looked at Chen Zui with bright eyes: "But women still like to hear gossip more than career plans."
After a moment of pause, she asked seemingly casually:
"For example, what kind of girlfriend do you want to find in the future?"