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"Well, change your pants, too."

Really, what rhythm?

Shao Kou suspects that he has serious cleanliness, otherwise, he wouldn't be so serious.

Bian Mu, who was regarded as a high-level amputee, also roared in his heart. What did he say, and he changed his pants?Change your fart, change your mind, how can this stupid and cute image be portrayed as a high-cold literary intellectual?

Really, if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. After staying with an idiot for a long time, the gears are completely out of oil, and the brain is not working well.

The two went downstairs one after the other, and there was a spicy smell in the restaurant. Bian Mu turned his eyes round, and said in a nasty tone, "You see, I didn't pull enough. I did it on purpose, didn't I?"

In Shao Kou's view, it's just a diarrhea, how can it drip, it looks like he has cancer, really delicate.

"There's nothing else in the refrigerator, besides, it's cold, you should eat something to detoxify."

Who has ever heard that eating spicy food can also eliminate toxins, nonsense.

But Bian Mu was so thoughtless, he sat down obediently, and waited for the man to serve him.

After a meal, Shao Kou played with two pairs of chopsticks flying around, which can be described as superb.

However, this little ancestor still had something to say to him, "Can you look at me, just like you, if you were in ancient times, I would reward you with a meal of fried meat with a whip."

Can you still have a pleasant meal?

To effectively fight against this kind of neuromolecules, one should shut up and remain unknown.

"Are you dumb?"

It's true, you can't stop your mouth after having a meal. As a last resort, you have to bow your head under the eaves.

"What did you tell me to say?"

This sentence was said in the early morning not far away, and it appeared again, but it didn't have the same effect.

The same question, the same answer, but not the same, is a subtle reversal between two people.

"Besides, the leather whip is now used for fun, are you sure it can also stir-fry meat?" Shao Kou felt that he should make himself a truth-telling king.

Bian Mu really looked at him differently, the topic between men, at this point, is a period of rapid rise.

"I always thought you were simple and honest, but I didn't expect that Neixiu is quite poor."

Shao Kou didn't change his expression, he picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, and said casually, "They are all adults, and there are always needs to be satisfied."

How the building was crooked, neither of them knew, they just continued following the topic.

"You have a woman?"

Seeing him for the past few days is quite honest. Could it be that he messed around without him knowing?

He believed in Buddhism, so he naturally hated the corruption of the people around him.

Shao Kou shook his head and sighed, "No, what woman would marry a worthless man."

"There's always one or two who are blind."

Shao Kou has figured out his nagging habit, and there is really no one else.

"Then I'll wait for my blind girl."

Putting down his chopsticks, he sideways faced Bian Mu with a serious expression.

The outline of Bian Mu is quite delicate, and it can be said to be delicate, just as he himself thinks, he is born handsome, with big eyes, and now he can hear it clearly, and the corners of his lips are a little funny, and he makes a pleasant smile Voice.

"You treat your blind girl with a whip?"

Men, the desire to conquer is a must, this kind of thing is not new.

Shao Kou said helplessly, "No, I will cherish it very much. The whip or something does not respect people."

The man opposite seemed to have heard an interesting joke, his laughter grew louder and echoed loudly in the spacious living room.

"Either way, you farmer has no experience, and now all require the integration of soul and body. This kind of special thing, like fox tails and cat ears, can cause the increase of male hormones to the greatest extent, and women can also break through. The sense of shame produces a beautiful resonance, can you understand it?"

Shao Kou really fucking wanted to reply, but he couldn't understand, but he couldn't say it anymore.

Bian Mu was talking vigorously, when suddenly the man across from him stood up in a strange manner, hurriedly walked towards the bathroom, the door was closed with a bang, and he couldn't see inside, was this caused by urination?

Across the door, a tall and tough man knelt on the ground with his head bowed, unable to see his expression clearly, one hand was tightly clutching the edge of the toilet, the other was against the toilet lid, his always straight back was bent like a shrimp, from An uncomfortable and painful vomiting sound came from the throat, and the sound was hard to hear.

In the restaurant, Bian Mu also stood up and took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. He didn't dare to use force, and couldn't open it. He called Shao Kou loudly, "Little Kouzi."

Wait for someone to come out, point to the rabbit-ear corkscrew on the red wine, and ask him, "Have you washed your hands? Open this, let's have a drink."

Shao Kou was very obedient, he opened it with a bang, poured most of it into the goblet, and the little ancestor who heard it said again, "You really don't pay attention at all, you are a rough old man."

After finishing speaking, he picked it up with his left hand, shook it, took a sip quite intoxicated, and swallowed it lightly with the tip of his tongue, slowly feeling the sweetness, this wine is so sweet.

In the same way, Shao Kou is bold and unrestrained, and he is bored when he picks it up, and he is drinking draft beer in summer.

Bian Mu glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, reckless, but didn't say anything, none of the wine he brought was worth more than ten thousand, these things are actually of no use, they are all drunk in the stomach, no matter what is the value.

"Red wine is really boring." Shao Kou sipped the pure grain high-grade wine just now, and compared it with this one, it was a world of difference, and he muttered.

This idiot is really ignorant.

"What do you drink for energy?"

Shao Kou took out the bottle of 65-degree Erguotou from the kitchen, which was originally reserved for stewed fish, so he could take a few sips to satisfy his hunger.

"Here, here is a small cup."

He was afraid that the little painter had never had such a bad drink, so he poured less, and ate peanuts, and the two men chatted with each other.

"Little boss, what do you think of me doing?"

Bian Mu squinted at him. This man appeared to be simple and honest, but in fact he had some brains, so he knew how to ask him.

"What do you think?"

The ability to play football, you say you do a good job, how big is your face, and you say you don't do well, then there is only a haha.

"I think it's okay, but the heart is rough."

Ha ha.

Bian Mu squinted his eyes and chewed a peanut bean, "Well, I will change it later."

After finishing speaking, the idiot on the opposite side immediately showed an idiot's special smile, just said that you have some brains, it's over, a smile ruins everything.

"Can you stop laughing like an idiot?"

Shao Kou stopped him, raised his eyebrows, and asked sincerely, "Little boss, are you people in the city talking like this?"

This time, Chang Bianmu laughed heartily, laughed enough, and shook his head, "I have a different temper and nature, so I'll tell you this time, I'm sorry, brother."

What do you mean, he will still go his own way in the future, and he deserves it for choking on him, who made him apologize to you in advance.

"Little boss, are you going to clean up this fruit forest when the weather gets warmer?"

Bian Mu turned the wine glass and hummed.

"My grandpa likes this mountain very much. He said it is as beautiful as a landscape oil painting, but I didn't see it."

When he was a child, he lived at his grandfather's house for a while. His grandfather was a great writer and humorous. In his small heart at that time, he felt that the old man with a smooth beard was very handsome and knowledgeable, and nothing could be difficult. Down to him, he is like a giant.

When he talked about his hometown, he often misses homesickness, the small bridge, pardon his poor eyesight, he only sees broken wood, running water, just the broken ditch at the east end of the village, people, these brick houses sitting in rows without even a toilet, Really, the gap is too big, which is why he has such a big resentment.

Originally, he thought that in a place as picturesque as a poem, he should carry his drawing board on his back to gather scenery every day, meet a strange scene, spend three to five days, and finally complete a masterpiece. However, the reality is that when he first came, he was rough. The fine snow particles poured into his neck, and the howling wind almost swept him away. What the hell is this? Do you want to pick him to nourish yin and nourish yang?

Therefore, he can only stay in this dilapidated second-floor building all day, waiting for the spring to send out a few branches, so that he can go out and play.

"Little boss, there is no distribution on this mountain."

Bian Mu shifted his eyes to look at him, "What do you mean?"

"That is to say, there is nothing in this mountain, like there is a small mountain in the next village, and there are thick mushrooms there, but there is nothing in our big mountain."

Bian Mu waved his hand, and said indifferently, "At that time, we will invite professional people to plant them. My grandfather said that he wanted to eat oranges from this mountain. I must plant them, and then take them back for his old man to taste."

Leaving the dinner table, both of them were slightly drunk, Bian Mu came to the inspiration, went to the studio to retreat and paint, Shao Kou was left, and the little white wine was bored, he cleaned up the dishes, dumped the leftovers into the bucket, and took them to the next door The uncle's house feeds the dog, and the big golden retriever eats big fish and meat every day. He thinks the fat one is almost as tall as three.

He was clear-headed, but he just couldn't control his behavior. He took off his shoes and went up the stairs to the innermost bedroom. He opened the door and went in. He stood in front of the huge portrait and pondered for a long time. He didn't dare to reach out again. bump.

Bian Mu imagined the scenery of the mountain full of orange and yellow oranges when they are ripe, with the green leaves as a backdrop, the mountains are undulating, and the artistic conception is extended, adding a little gold on the tip of her nose, the whole outline is protruding, and it is the side face of a long-haired woman. It's just that she doesn't have bright black eyes, and there is a sentence on her lips, the lover of dreams.

Well, it's Xiao Kouzi's dream lover.

Perfect, he was so satisfied with his painting skills, packed up his painting tools, turned around and left.

As soon as the door was opened, a voice came from far and near from the stairs. The man's figure was covered with darkness. He stood at the railing, and his voice was leisurely, "Is your right hand okay, apply it again."

It wasn't until Bian Mu realized that he seemed to be a paralyzed disabled person now, and the wine was a bit high.

"It's about time you came up."

The time slot card is really accurate.

"Oh, I've been watching TV downstairs, and I heard something, so I went up to have a look."

Bian Mu felt his strong aura again, and this kind of intuition did not give people a good feeling.

"Drink too much, you."

Shao Kou didn't answer, he turned around and went downstairs, you're fucking drunk.

"Hey, little Kouzi, apply, apply."

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: Xiao Kouzi, you came up at the right time.

Shao Kou: I have been following you.

Bian Mu: Weibo?

Shao Kou: No.

Bianmu: QQ?

Shao Kou: No.

Bian Mu: Circle of friends?

Shao Kou: No.

Bian Mu: Then what exactly are you concerned about?

Shao Kou: Your surroundings, your everything.

Bian Mu secretly scolded the idiot: Then did you like it?

Shao Kou: To the girl of your dreams?

Bian Mu proud: Exactly.

Shao Kou: I hope you are more modest, so, no.