The water was a little cold. Peng Cheng just soaked his fingers and pushed the basin filled with dirty dishes and chopsticks towards the pool. He turned on the faucet and rushed to the ground, not planning to wash it.

He came out of the kitchen, and the dim walls in the aisle were soaked in water, with deep and shallow Taoists. This kind of old-fashioned building and bathroom were decorated separately. If a master who didn't pinch his hands would leak water.

The family upstairs didn't know what they had done. Every two days, the house would leak water once. Even in the dry weather in the northeast, there was still green moss hanging on the walls. If it weren't for the rented house, Peng Cheng would have to be soared. He looked at the black and yellow walls, and pieces were already moldy. Thinking about the color of some things washed down, he felt disgusting.

He couldn't stay for a moment, so he turned into the room. Xiangnan was lying on the bed around the quilt, fiddling with her golden phone. The girl's head was messy and grew on the quilt, like a mess of wool.

Peng Cheng walked to the side of the TV, picked up the already flat cigarette box, knocked out a cigarette, and slapped it on his palm twice. Then, he took a step back, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted up the corner of Xiangnan's quilt, glanced out of boredom, sighed in helplessness, sat down, lit the cigarette, and started smoking.

"What are you doing? I'm cold." Suddenly exposed to the air, Xiang Nan complained. She rolled the quilt with her feet, not only covering herself, but also covering Peng Cheng's legs and his hand holding a cigarette.

The young man was panicked, the cigarette in his hand was burning, and he hurriedly looked at the quilt, but what a big deal was going on. The TV was on, and the heroine inside insisted on speaking in a coquettish voice. The Taiwanese idol drama was so soft that she was lying on the bed like that, with black heads scattered all over the bed. She looked at her cell phone and listened to the sound of the TV muttering.

"When will you eat?" Peng Cheng didn't look back. What he hated the most was this TV series. The man looked like a woman who liked a majestic man. He shouted at the heroine who was coquettish and said something unspeakable, which made people feel unbearable. He sucked hard and vomited helplessly. The feeling of hunger made people feel unhappy, but Xiang Nan seemed not too hungry.

"Go in a while." Xiangnan put down his cell phone and turned to stare at the TV: "Give me one." She stretched out her arms and waited, unable to withstand doubts about him, like a heartless dead fish. It was almost a week, and she had almost never left the door. Her face was covered with white skin, dry, floating on her face, like wearing a mask.

"Then you wash your face! Let's go for dinner later!" Peng Cheng persuaded with kind words. He reached out and patted the girl's legs. Seeing that she still refused to respond, he pinched her gently.

"Tsk!" Maybe it hurts to pinch it, Xiangnan hurriedly pulled his legs back, and turned away from him without looking at him. She walked over to his body, looked forward, closed his face and went to watch the TV: "I'll eat by myself later, you go down and have a meal first!"

Let's go to have a meal by yourself! Peng Cheng stared at her blankly, then snorted helplessly, and suddenly screamed again: "Song Xiangnan! Are you sick? If you don't go down, why should I go down to eat by myself? That's my grandfather's house?"

The more he spoke, the louder the louder he had said. You must know that he had been enduring for a long time. If he continued to remain silent, the woman could spend the rest of her life in bed, and spend another week without any movement. She had no need to eat anything or do anything. The only sports exercise was to lie deeper, split her precious crotch, and wait for him to work alone.

Xiangnan almost bounced up from the bed, and the remote control flew over. He didn't respond quickly, and was hitting Peng Cheng. Her thrust came suddenly and made people avoid it. When she turned around, she was already clamoring, as if she had prepared it earlier.

"What are you arguing? I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, what are you going to do!"

Everything suddenly happened, Peng Cheng was stunned by another person who was also uncontrollable, and he was stunned and unable to move. Then he finally reflected that the front collar of Xiangnan pajamas was dirty. She was glaring at him angrily, and he stared at her. Under her vicious aura, his eyes almost glared out. Suddenly he felt funny: "Okay, then you can see it yourself! I'll go down and play for a while."

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After walking down the stairs and passing by the door of Grandpa Xiangnan's house, Peng Cheng hurriedly walked two steps, afraid that the people inside would come out and bump into it. He was very familiar with the place, and waited at the door of the house all day long until last month, when Xiangnan took him back, she and her mother, grandpa, and uncle lived in the large three-bedroom house.

It was strange that Xiangnan's grandfather liked Peng Cheng very much, and said that he must be a child who was different from others: "Our Xiaonan is not the child's size. If this child does something, he will definitely succeed." Xiangnan's mother seemed to recognize his son-in-law. After all, he worked harder. Almost the first time he saw his mother-in-law, he called her mother. Then the family of three rented a three-bedroom apartment upstairs and moved out of the crowded house.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Beibei's phone number. He dialed Beibei's phone number almost every day, sometimes even unconsciously. It has been so long since the number has been shut down. He watched Beibei throw the phone card into the lake. Although he himself didn't believe that she would turn it on again, he still dialed it every day. Maybe she would make up for the card? What if she thought of him? He remembered that she always was reluctant to let go of him and could not let go of him. Maybe she missed her so much that she turned on the phone? Who is right?

"The phone number you called is an empty number."

Peng Cheng closed the line and the empty number was fine. He had already gotten used to it. He had called the cemetery, Beibei's house, and even called Shao Baige, but he couldn't find her. However, Shao Baige said he would let him get away. He intimidated him that day, which made Peng Cheng sure that Beibei was safe and sound. Everything was fine, but she just didn't want to see him.

I never saw her on the side of the road she often passed by, and I didn't know where she was. Although he always deliberately passed by, he couldn't pass for too long. In fact, Peng Cheng himself didn't know what he could say to her when he saw her? He even felt a little ashamed, or felt that he had no shame to see her. He couldn't go back, so he stopped passing by. He just turned on his phone. He thought that Beibei might think of him and would turn on the phone, which means that she at least started to try to forgive him.

He suddenly felt a little irritated and wanted to be quiet. As soon as he went out, the bright sunlight burst into his eyes from the slanted west, and it was so dazzling, just like the woman upstairs, staring everywhere. He once wanted to have a home with a woman, live together, and live together like a real couple.

"I regret it after getting married, so don't get married."
Chapter completed!