When Wu Yu saw this smile, he imagined it out of thin air. If Zhang Qiling, who had not changed his appearance, had shown this innocent smile, he would have...
Like a moon hanging high in the night sky.
It is pure and clear, boundless elegance, hard to find in the world.
Zhang Yueliang…
A picture of the moon.
Wu Yu was amused by his own thoughts.
"Go back to sleep." Professor Zhang Tu reached out and grabbed Wu Yu's arm.
Okay, the imagination disappeared, and what was in front of me was a middle-aged man with a big bald head and a big belly. He looked a bit wretched.
Wu Yu sighed and jumped off the fence, lighting a candle for Zhang Qiling's aesthetics. What kind of aesthetics is this? Will he bring back a bald aunt who looks like a replica of Professor Bald in the future...
Zhang Tuzi reiterated his old saying: "That Comrade Wang snores in his sleep. Why don't you make do with me for one night, otherwise you will be so sluggish and prone to accidents tomorrow?"
Wu Yu glanced at the bright dome, pretended to hesitate for a moment, and then nodded: "Professor Tu, what you said makes sense, then I will spend the night with you."
Zhang Tuzi was happy and took Wuyu back to his room, closing the door and locking it, which was quite neat.
If this scene is seen by others as a middle-aged, polite and scumbag professor seducing an ignorant but good-looking young man, it would be a moral depravity and a distortion of human nature.
A small lamp lit up the small room, and Wuyu stood in front of the single bed, thinking seriously about a problem.
This bed is only so big, just one meter wide. How can we sleep two of them, the big bald guy and the little him? No matter how small he is, he can still have 161! He is no longer the baby to sleep in his arms.
Zhang Baldzi seemed to notice the young man's deep thoughts and his respect for the old and the young. He said directly: "This bed seems a bit small for two people. I'll give you this bed and I'll sleep on the table."
Wu Yu sighed in his heart, he had such a father's love like a mountain, his father was so kind to him, he didn't wrong him even if he wronged him. If he knew something was wrong with his body, he would collapse.
Wu Yu sat directly on the bed, looked up at the other person, and perfectly explained what it means to tell lies: "Well, this bed is not bad, I am thin, and I can sleep in a squeeze. If it makes you have no place to sleep, then I It’s better to go back.”
Zhang Tuzi thought for a moment and agreed with Wu Yu's statement. He pressed the light switch and the room was dark. He lay down next to the boy with a serious look without lifting the quilt.
The young man was lying on his side with his back to him, leaving most of the space. He turned his head and glanced at the round back of his head. The hair rope had been removed, and the long hair was pressed under him. He then closed his eyes lightly.
When Wu Yu heard the noise, he grabbed a corner of the quilt and put it on the other person. In fact, he knew without looking that the small bed was too narrow and the other person was far away from him. It was estimated that half of his body was hanging outside the bed.
He passed the other person's body with his backhand and groped for a moment. Sure enough, it was empty. He whispered: "Put a little inside, it's about to fall."
Professor Zhang Tu was silent for a while, then turned sideways along with his hand. The two of them were almost touching each other, his back touching his chest.
Wuyu was familiar with this person's body temperature and his embrace. He gradually relaxed and fell asleep, half asleep and half awake.
Zhang Qiling's voice emerged, murmuring in a low voice: "Wu Yu..."
The two words exploded in Wu Yu's ears like a big bell struck by a monk in the temple, and half of his sleepiness was suddenly blown away. Oh my god, this ancestor wouldn't show him off at this time, right...? !
no!
I disagree!
I am Wang Yang now! Wang Yang is trying to remedy the situation!
In an instant, Wu Yu made up his mind and pretended to be asleep. He couldn't hear what Wu Yu was saying, he was deaf!
After saying this, Zhang Qiling, who was disguised as Professor Zhang Tu, said nothing and only raised his hand to cover the boy's quilt.
There is only a large space between the beds, and when you whisper your words, you feel like your ears are rubbing against each other.
Wuyu pretended to fall asleep peacefully. His breathing was long and he really fell asleep.
Maybe God wanted to interrupt Wu Yu's sweet dream because he saw that he was sleeping too soundly, so the nightmare came to him unreasonably.
The mountains and rivers are broken and devastated.
After heavy rain.
A certain village was littered with slaughtered corpses, bloody and deathly silent. The corpses were dressed in clothes from the late Qing Dynasty. Most of the men's half-mooned heads had unshaven long hair.
In the distance, a young man was walking on the green hill road. The young man was wearing a very classic azure robe and walking among the blood and death. He seemed to be used to such scenes. There was a touch of compassion in his eyebrows. , his eyes slowly swept over, slightly certain.
A little boy over two years old was sitting on the threshold of the farmhouse. He was neither noisy nor fussy. He was covered in black pot ashes and had no clean spots at all. He looked as if he had crawled out of the stove. His eyes were blank and confused. looked at the body lying in the yard.
It seems that I still don’t understand what death means.
