"Mao Sanshuai, I really admire you!" Jiao Qiu'er snatched the door handle from Mao Sandao's hand, his fat face twitched with anger and almost twisted, "You want to die!"
After being scolded, Mao Sandao did not dare to speak back loudly, and murmured in a low voice: "Why are you so loud? The worst... at worst, I'll lock you up!"
Jiao Qiu'er tried to install the door handle, but after trying several times, he couldn't install it.
Bang!
He threw the doorknob on the ground, looked at Mao Sandao and said loudly: "Compensate? Damn compensation! Do you know how many years this lock has been with me? I haven't been willing to replace it since I moved here.
I've been in love for so long, it's better for you to just fuck me out! "
"It's just a lock. Why do you value it more than the brotherhood between us?" Mao Sandao couldn't help but rolled his eyes and smacked his lips, feeling speechless. It's just a lock, Jiao Qiu'er. As for being so excited?
"Huh? You've hit the nail on the head." Jiao Qiu'er tilted his head, "Locks can protect my property and privacy. You? What else can you do besides causing trouble for me?"
Mao Sandao didn't know how to refute for a moment, not because he agreed with Jiao Qiu'er's remarks, but because he was at the wrong side, after all, he did break the lock.
Being scolded by Jiao Qiu'er, he could only listen to it honestly.
"What should we do now?" Mao Sandao asked, looking at the door that could no longer be opened.
Jiao Qiu'er rolled his eyes at him: "What can we do? Find the locksmith at dawn!"
After saying that, he sat down on the stairs. It seemed that he was going to sit there and wait for dawn.
Mao Sandao also sat next to him, took out his cigarette case, smoked one and handed it to Jiao Qiu'er.
Jiao Qiu'er blocked it with his arm and said angrily: "I told you, quit."
Deflated, Mao Sandao took it directly into his mouth and asked, "What did you do? Why did you come back so late?"
Jiao Qiu'er's legs were hanging down on the stairs, his eyelids were a little heavy, and he leaned against the wall and replied: "What else can I do? Just work overtime."
Bah...!
Mao Sandao lit his cigarette, took a puff, and said, "You work hard enough to work overtime so late."
Looking out the window at the old camphor tree blown by the breeze through the staircase, Jiao Qiu'er's eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be talking to himself:
"You don't understand, when you fight for someone, you will feel that your current efforts are actually worth it..."
"Huh?" Mao Sandao turned to look at Jiao Qiu'er, "Fight for someone? What do you mean?"
Suddenly, Mao Sandao felt that he didn't understand the meaning of Jiao Qiu'er's words.
Why is it worth fighting for someone? He was a little confused when he heard it.
He tried hard to recall every moment he spent with Jiao Qiu'er in his mind. He had never found Jiao Qiu'er to be as pretentious and abnormal as he was today.
Therefore, Mao Sandao felt that Jiao Qiu'er must be hiding something from him.
"Tell me, what have you been doing behind my back these days?" Mao Sandao touched Jiao Qiu'er's arm and stared into his eyes with a smirk on his face.
"What can I do with you on my back?" Jiao Qiu'er quickly lowered his head, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, and also adjusted his sitting posture, "It's just... it's just what I feel."
"No, it's definitely not right for you to be like this!" Others didn't understand Jiao Qiu'er, but Mao Sandao knew him very well.
The two have known each other for many years, and Jiao Qiu'er can basically hide anything from him, especially Jiao Qiu'er's eyes, which are always uncontrollably erratic when something happens.
This is obviously a sign of guilty conscience.
In a daze, Mao Sandao seemed to understand something. He suddenly asked: "You are not attracted to a certain woman in Nanmen Lane, are you?"
Hearing this, Jiao Qiu'er quickly retorted: "I can't have such bad taste!"
Mao Sandao still didn't believe it. With Jiao Qiu'er's current condition, he concluded that someone was in his heart.
In the past, Jiao Qiuer often "patronized" massage parlors in Nanmen Lane to do "waist muscle exercises" to achieve mental and physical comfort.
Therefore, besides thinking about this aspect, Mao Sandao really couldn't think of anything else.
Therefore, Mao Sandao concluded that Jiao Qiuer fell in love with a certain woman in the massage parlor.
He said slowly and meaningfully: "Qiu'er, I've told you this a long time ago, don't go to that place in Nanmen Lane.
Look at those girls in the massage parlor, all of them are dressed in fancy clothes and made up like hanged ghosts. Aren’t you scared when you look at them?
Besides, they take people to small rooms when they see them, and their bodies are not clean. Aren't you afraid that you will get sick someday?
I tried to persuade you when you went there before, but why didn’t you listen?
If you continue not to listen to advice, I declare in advance that if you get sick, I will not accompany you to the hospital! "
"Go away! I am now a good young man in Nanpu City. I will stop going to those places long ago!"
Seeing Mao Sandao next to him chatting non-stop like an elder preaching, Jiao Qiu'er replied angrily.
However, thinking about it carefully, Jiao Qiu'er knew that Mao Sandao could be so sincere and sincere, and it was for his own good.
Only true friends will sincerely advise, but most true friends will not mince words when persuading, and their words will be blunt and unpleasant.
On the contrary, only those friends who are hypocritical will speak mellowly and beautifully when persuading someone.
Moreover, nice words are just words, but when something really happens, the true nature will be exposed.
"No?" Mao Sandao tilted his head and stared at Jiao Qiu'er, trying his best to see any trace of lying in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that." Jiao Qiu'er pushed Mao Sandao's head away, "That's not true!"
"Okay, I hope not." Mao Sandao looked at the time and saw that it was still early before dawn. He stood up and patted the dust under his butt, "Let's go to my house."
"Why are we going to your house?" Jiao Qiu'er raised his head and looked at Mao Sandao in confusion.
"It's still early, are you planning to stay in the stairwell?" Mao Sandao put a hand through Jiao Qiu'er's armpit and lifted him up.
Mao Sandao was actually still worried.
Although he didn't know why Doukui didn't come to hurt Jiao Qiu'er, he was worried that if Doukui suddenly came here after he left, Jiao Qiu'er would be doomed.
And with Jiao Qiu'er being with him, he could be protected to some extent.
"I'm a little sleepy." Jiao Qiu'er yawned, looked back at the door, and complained again, "It's all your fault that I can't go back to my home."
Mao Sandao shrugged and smiled helplessly: "Blame it on me. I'll buy you a new door and install it another day."
"Let's talk about it later." Jiao Qiu'er pushed Mao Sandao away and walked in front.
When Mao Sandao saw Jiao Qiuer walking with his right foot first, then his left foot, he paused in his steps: "Your legs? Why aren't they healed yet?"
"Yeah, it seems to be serious." Jiao Qiu'er disagreed and continued walking down the stairs.
Mao Sandao didn't think it was a minor injury. It was obvious from his walking posture that it was more serious than when he saw it two days ago.
He quickly followed up and grabbed Jiao Qiu'er: "Don't move, let me take a look!"
Immediately, he squatted down and carefully opened Jiao Qiu'er's left trouser leg, and found that the knee a little lower was already bruised and swollen, and even a little black.
"Why don't you go to the hospital?" Mao Sandao looked up at Jiao Qiu'er, his handsome face darkened, and scolded, "It's already so serious, how long are you going to delay it?"
Jiao Qiu'er bent down, pulled down his trouser legs, and replied nonchalantly: "Oh, maybe it will be fine in a few days. Going to the hospital will be too much trouble."
"Delay?!" Mao Sandao's reproachful tone became more serious, "Is your body more important or your job? It's already swollen like this, how do you expect it to get better in a few days?"
As soon as Mao Sandao finished his accusation, Jiao Qiu'er felt severe pain from the injury. He frowned and couldn't help but take a breath.
Or he was so tortured by the pain that he could no longer bear it. He said quickly: "Okay, okay, go to the hospital at dawn. Now I just want to find a place to sleep for a while. I am getting sleepy."
Jiao Qiu'er's face was full of exhaustion, and Mao Sandao could only sigh: "You must go check it out after dawn!"
