"You praise me so harder than washing your hands." Xiang Xi leaned back.

"I'll take a shower." Cheng Boyan pushed him.

"I don't have a cleanliness habit," Xiang Xi lowered his head, "I just thought, if I didn't know you, I might be like what I am now. How dare I think I can still do this as I am today."

"You don't have to think about this in the future," Cheng Boyan said, "You already know me and are still familiar with me."

Hearing the sound of Cheng Boyan closing the bathroom door, Xiang Xi stretched and sat on the sofa.

After sitting for a while, I jumped to the computer again and turned on the computer.

When Cheng Boyan came out after taking a shower, Xiang Xi saved all the photos from the camera on the computer and was watching them one by one.

Cheng Boyan renamed each photo according to the date and subdivided several folders of street scenes, scenery, indoors, etc.

"Please put the new ones outside. I'll make them to help you divide them." Cheng Boyan wiped his hair.

"How troublesome." Xiang Xi whispered.

"No trouble, I feel uncomfortable in a mess," Cheng Boyan walked to him, "The more you take the photos, the better you are. After you have sorted them out, you can see how you take them bit by bit, how interesting it is."

Xiang Xi looked up at Cheng Boyan and smiled.

Cheng Boyan turned his back to the chandelier in the living room. The light sprinkled from behind his head, and the light dyed his hair with a tiny halo.

Xiang Xi grabbed the camera and raised it to Cheng Boyan: "Don't move."

Cheng Boyan smiled and stood still.

Xiang Xi took a few photos in a row before looking down and checking them one by one.

"What did it look like?" Cheng Boyan came over and asked.

"This one is good," Xiang Xi picked out the one that he was satisfied with and looked at it for Cheng Boyan, "You are smiling so well."

"What's this one called?" Cheng Boyan smiled, "A handsome guy like a god, with a faint smile, can I see the light?"

"No," Xiang Xi put down the camera and looked at him, "Guanyin Bodhisattva."

After seeing the photos, Xiang Xi looked at the lower right corner of the computer. It was getting late and he should have gone back to the supermarket, but he sat still and watched Cheng Boyan sit on the sofa and blow his hair.

"I've been watching for a long time," Cheng Boyan glanced at him, turned off the hair dryer and handed it to him, "Help me blow it?"

"Okay." Xiang Xi stood up and walked over. He only blew his hair while doing his moxie at the barber shop. He didn't have any hair dryer, nor did he use it. When he was storing Moxie, he just grabbed it with his hands and sprayed some hair spray. He took the hair dryer: "I'll play with it."

"Just just have a big gear when the temperature and the wind are turned on," said Cheng Boyan, "no need to worry about the shape."

Cheng Boyan's hair is similar to his, both of which are quite hard. He will not lie on his head after he fucks, just blow it up.

Xiang Xi drove a strong wind and blew towards Cheng Boyan's head.

After just blew for less than a second, Cheng Boyan suddenly hid forward: "Oh."

"What's wrong?" Xiang Xi asked.

"I'm so burned, don't you smell the scent?" Cheng Boyan rubbed his hair, "Stay away."

"Oh," Xiang Xi raised the hair dryer away and blew it away, and sighed again, "Make vegetable paste, make chocolate chocolate paste, and even hair is muddy even after blowing her hair. Am I a man with a curse on her back?"

"You are still carrying the curse of the cooking pot crushing," said Cheng Boyan.

Xiang Xi was amused at the back of his head for a long time.

After blowing his hair, Cheng Boyan turned his head and looked at him with his hair standing upright: "Are you going back to the supermarket?"

"Well, I'm going to go back, I'm on duty," Xiang Xi began to laugh again, "Why are your hair like this? I'm going to hold the big shot."

"You stand and blow for me for a while, and I can't lie down tomorrow," Cheng Boyan stood up, "I'll send you back."

"I'll take the bus." Xiang Xi rubbed his nose.

"There is no car at this point." Cheng Boyan went into the bedroom and changed his clothes, hugged his shoulders and said, "Let's go."

"I was sweating and didn't take a shower." Xiang Xi said.

"I'll wash one more when I come back." Cheng Boyan did not let go.

"The king of cleanliness with a bathtub on his back..." Xiang Xi tweeted.

Although it was getting late, in the summer, the nightlife on the street had just begun. Neon lights on both sides of the road were flashing, and music drifted by from time to time.

Xiang Xi looked out against the car window. He hadn't walked on such a street for a long time.

On countless nights before, he and Mantou walked in the shadows under the light, sometimes wandering around without doing anything, and sometimes looking for work.

He felt subconsciously afraid of this environment with flashing lights and noisy voices.

It is the kind of person who once surrounded him hard and his heart is floating, and he is floating when he is alive, and his feet will never be able to step on the real part.

He lowered his head, stamped his feet, and stopped looking out.

"Do you want to talk about steamed buns?" Cheng Boyan suddenly asked.

Xiang Xi shook his fingers slightly, sighed, and after a while, he spoke: "Mantou came to the supermarket to find me, and he left after only a few minutes. Come and say goodbye."

"Have you gone to the supermarket to find you?" Cheng Boyan relaxed the throttle and glanced at him.

"Well," Xiang Xi also glanced at him. Cheng Boyan's words could tell a completely different point from him, but it made him feel the concern easily. His heart softened warmly and he smiled, "He came quietly, no one followed him."

"Come and say goodbye? Where is he going?" Cheng Boyan then returned to Xiang Xi's focus.

"I don't know," Xiang Xi frowned, "If he doesn't say it, I always think something will happen."

Xiang Xi said everything he thought. He wanted to help but was unable to help, and was afraid that he would cause trouble to Cheng Boyan. The key point was that Mantou obviously did not intend to let him reach out.

"I also know that this is the only way, but I always feel a little uncomfortable," Xiang Xi said softly, "I'm afraid something really happened to him."

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything and drove the car silently. When the car was about to arrive at the supermarket, he said, "Call the police."

"Call the police?" Xiang Xi was startled and suddenly stood up and stared at him.

"It's not the kind of call the police," Cheng Boyan opened his hand and pressed it on his shoulder. "Aren't he abducted? Although he didn't find out that day, if his parents reported the case, there should be a record. We call the police and maybe we can help him find his home."

Xiang Xi didn't say anything. His deep fear of the police made him unable to respond to Cheng Boyan's words.

"I'll call the police," said Cheng Boyan. "Although it may not work, at least we can have a record here. If we can contact his parents and the family can come to find him, maybe it can help him."
Chapter completed!