Make a living

Chapter 12

Zheng Haichuan didn't quite understand how to change clothes, and he received several rewards when he got back to his phone? !

Among them, [the moon is not as good as my heart] sent him three [comparison charms], and [user 64834231] also sent him two [light sticks].Three ten-dollar gifts, two five-dollar gifts, together it is a full 40 yuan!It's worth an hour for him to move bricks!

Zheng Haichuan couldn't help grinning his big white teeth, and quickly stood in front of the mobile phone and bowed to thank the audience who tipped him, with a cheerful and serious tone.

After such a harvest, he was in a high mood, very excited and actively continued to interact with the audience in the live broadcast room.It's just that when Zheng Haichuan didn't pay attention, one of the accounts named [Yu] in the audience list next to him had quietly left.

Qi Yu obviously didn't like Zheng Haichuan's behavior of "selling meat".

He threw his phone on the sofa, unbuttoned his shirt irritably, and walked towards the bathroom.

Qi Yu felt that he really ate too much, so he wasted time watching a live broadcast of a migrant worker showing off his arms and shoulders.This kind of people who try to make money from live broadcasts are really people who do not take the right path and want to get something for nothing. If you have milk, you can be a mother, and if you have money, you can be called a father, heh.

Turning on the water heater, Qi Yu closed his eyes under the shower, and began to wash off the disinfectant smell that he had soaked in the hospital.

In the reflection of the glass partition door, there is a tall, thin and straight body.

The man's figure was tall and straight, and the skin that the water slid over was young and firm.There is no fat caused by overwork, and there are no well-defined muscle groups, but no matter whether he is propping his head on the tiles to wash his hair, or he is washing the foam with his head up, Qi Yu's every move, the muscles under the skin Showcasing hidden masculine power.

Unlike ordinary men's roughness, Qi Yulian's ten fingernails are neatly trimmed.The edge of the nails is close to the flesh, but it does not affect the slender and clean hands.The hands were inserted into the slightly long hair, and the washed hair was pushed back to the back of the head, and at the same time, his slightly stern eyebrows were revealed.

Without the cover of the glasses, Qi Yu's face looked even more aggressive.Especially the pair of long and narrow eyes, when looking up at people, there is always a cold and sharp feeling.

It's like a scalpel.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually died down, Qi Yu turned off the switch and walked out of the other door, took a towel from under the sink and wrapped it around his lower body.

While drying his hair, he went to the closet and took out his pajamas.

His clothes are basically simple, black, white, gray and blue, which almost covers the color of the wardrobe space.Qi Yu found out a short-sleeved nightgown, tied it with a tie, and then turned out the underwear to put it on.

When he was holding the underwear, the back of his hand touched the top that was folded aside.

He also has quite a few tank tops, not without tight racerbacks.

Qi Yu scanned his closet, and the scene of that silly migrant worker changing clothes appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but irritatedly cursed inwardly.

Gee.

They are all people with children, and they are also fans.

Indiscreet!

Even though he thought so, after Qi Yu went to bed, he accidentally turned on the video software on his phone again.

He told himself that he was just doing what he wanted to do.So Qi Yu found Zheng Haichuan's account very quickly through searching this time - [Dachuan who worked hard to make money].After clicking on this person's homepage, Qi Yu looked through all the videos he recorded recently, and finally saw the whole process of Zheng Haichuan's letter of commendation in one.

It was really as he thought, and he was lying on the dining table stupidly and finished writing word by word.

It's just that there is a personal teacher next to him, showing half of his body, telling Zheng Haichuan how to write some characters and how to word some sentences.

Qi Yu sneered in his heart as he read it. He actually needed foreign aid to write a composition for elementary school students.

Forget it.

At the end of the video, the camera moved to the person who taught him.

Zheng Haichuan introduced to the audience Xu Xu: "This is my elder brother Lu Jun who lives upstairs, Mr. Lu, he is a very powerful scholar!"

"Ms. Lu can write poems and draw pictures. The three melons and two dates that our Xiaohe Miaoer can paint now are all taught by Mr. Lu!"

Sitting at the dining table was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 or [-] years old, a little thin and well-mannered.He was wearing a washed-out white shirt, and the clothes were empty, as if supported by a skeleton.

He smiled casually at the camera, and he had an aura of indifference to the world.

"I can't be a teacher, I'm just a fool waiting to die."

"Teacher Lu, what nonsense are you talking about!" The young man slapped the man on the back and said disapprovingly, "You have only passed half of your life, and there are still good days to come, so why don't you die! "

The young man's vigor seemed to have moved the middle-aged man, he smiled more genuinely than before, and knocked on the table, "Have you finished writing? Read it again?"

Zheng Haichuan still couldn't write a few words, so he quickly asked him with a piece of paper, but the topic was easily diverted by Lu Jun.The next scene returned to Zheng Haichuan, but Qi Yu, who was watching the video, reached out and clicked on the progress bar, and moved the playback progress back to when the middle-aged man appeared.

He solemnly picked up the low prescription glasses from the bedside table and put them on again.

Qi Yu pursed her lips, brought the phone closer and carefully looked at the person in the camera.

After looking at it for a while, Qi Yu jumped out of this video again and searched for Zheng Haichuan's other videos.Finally, he found familiar people and scenes in his memory in some shots.

Teacher Lu, Aunt Hong...Qi Yu suddenly thought, so, do they still live there?

"Yo, Yuzai, are you back from school?"

In a tavern with fluorescent lights on the side of the road, a curly-haired young girl in a small leather skirt is smoking a cigarette against the wall with her legs crossed.The little boy carrying a schoolbag passed her by ignoring her until the schoolbag was caught, then he turned his head helplessly and shouted coldly, "Aunt Hong, let go."

"Tsk, you said you were going to call me Miss Hong, you damn child!"

The woman raised her red nails and flicked the little boy's forehead, "The schoolbag is quite heavy at such a young age."

Because of the disparity in size, the little boy couldn't dodge the woman's finger, so he had to take it hard.A little bit of red appeared on the forehead, which made the cold little face more vivid and beautiful.

"Oh, don't stare at me like that, it makes me want to have a baby!"

The woman smiled and grabbed the handsome boy in front of her, and waved him away, "Hurry up and go back, I can already smell your mother's cooking."

"bye."

The little boy immediately pulled back his schoolbag and walked towards a farmer's self-built building obliquely ahead.

"If I love you - I will never be like a climbing lily flower, showing off on your high branches. If I love you - I will never learn from an infatuated bird, repeating monotonous songs for the shade. It is not just like a fountain, sending you flowers all year round. The comfort of coolness is not only like a dangerous peak, which increases your height and sets off your majesty. Even sunlight, even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok next to you, standing with you as the image of a tree Together—!"

Walking into the corridor, you can hear the voice of a young male reciting poetry continuously floating down from the rooftop.The person who read the poems was cadenced and full of emotion, but there were only a few sentences back and forth, accompanied by the rewinding of the tape and the bouncing and falling of the buttons, without stopping.

The little boy listened for a while, curled his lips, with a slightly disgusted expression.

It's not as good as the Chinese class representative of their class.

Climbing up to the third floor with short legs, the boy opened the lid of his schoolbag and took out the key from the side of the schoolbag.

The door reinstalled last year was the most fashionable brass anti-theft door lock. The key is three-edged and can be twisted left and right.But there were people at home, the little boy turned slightly to the right, and the door opened.

"Yu Bao'er, cough, are you back?"

In the kitchen, there was the crisp sound of flipping and colliding spatulas, and a gentle female voice came from inside, with a taste of home.

"Ah."

The little boy took off his leather shoes, arranged the small shoes neatly in the shoe cabinet, went into his room to put down his schoolbag, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Although he is young, he does things in an orderly manner, like a young adult.

The smell of fried food came from the kitchen. The little boy who washed his hands first stood by the doorpost of the passageway where the living room and the bedroom meet. He stared at the scale on it for a while before walking into the kitchen, "Mom, what are you frying?"

"Hey, I fried small yellow croakers for you."

The high-temperature oil in the pot was sizzling, and the person in the earth-red apron was picking up the fried small crispy fish with a shovel and putting it on a plate, asking, "Are you hungry?"

The little boy felt that his mother's stature was a bit tall today, and she had gained a lot of weight. She looked a little strong from behind.

He felt a little strange, but he didn't pay much attention, because his stomach was already growling, so he let out another "hmm".

"Then eat one first, it's delicious."

The person with his back turned turned around while talking, holding the tail of a small yellow croaker in his hand, "Come on, Yu Baoer, open your mouth."

At this moment, the little boy felt more and more strange.

Why... Mom's voice suddenly became like a man's?

He looked up to look, but his small body was suddenly hugged by a powerful arm, and his whole body crashed into a chest that was both hard and soft.

"Hey, ah - Mommy feeds you."

Qi Yu was shocked.

He sat up suddenly from the bed.

Outside the window, the sun is rising and the sky is bright.