Hearing the sound of the door opening, he jumped up from the sofa, jumped to the door, pointed to the paper stroke on the coffee table, Boyan shouted: "Look!"

"Oh," Cheng Boyan was reaching out to press the disinfectant. When he shouted, a piece of disinfectant squeezed onto the shoe cabinet, "What are you looking at?"

"Look! Here! These!" Xiang Xi jumped back to the side of the coffee table, "This is my proof! My materials! Xiang Xi's! Prove that there is something like me! Did you see Zhang? Red!"

Cheng Boyan did not have the disinfectant on the shoe cabinet, nor did he take off his shoes, so he walked directly to the side of the coffee table and looked down at the certificates placed on it.

"Are you all?" he asked.

"The main thing is to ask for the certificate of the neighborhood committee," Xiang Xi reached out and knocked on the certificate twice. "That's it, the other one is the form. I have to submit it after filling it out. I have to go tomorrow. I will hand over these things and wait. They put my household registration in the welfare home so that I can use this household registration to apply for an ID card. Officer Li will take me to collect blood tomorrow, saying that if my parents also collected samples, they would be able to match..."

Xiang Xi spoke very quickly and was very excited. Cheng Boyan was afraid that he would bit his tongue, so he quickly pulled him over and patted him on his back: "Speak slowly, talk slowly, I can't even listen."

"I'm done," Xiang Xi smiled, "I think my business is going very smoothly. I also thought I might drag it around and I have to run back and forth many times before I can get a chapter."

"You are doing things very quickly now, and you are in a special situation, so you will probably handle special tasks." Cheng Boyan rubbed his back, felt that his mood had slowed down before letting go, he returned to the door and rubbed his hands and said, "Go and change some clothes."

"Hmm?" Xiang Xi pulled his clothes, "I just changed it, but I just changed it when I entered the door."

"I touched you and rubbed it all over," said Cheng Boyan, "go and change one."

"Not it, you have to change your clothes after touching it?" Xiang Xi felt that Cheng Boyan's symptoms of cleanliness seemed to have worsened, "Have you touched your shit?"

"...I didn't touch the shit," Cheng Boyan looked at him, hesitated for a moment before saying again, "I came to an emergency room today. I was in a car accident with drunk driving, and my bones were broken. I was having a checkup and vomited my hand... My hand was still thinking about removing the stitch tomorrow. I went through a long time to dispel the sterilization today and then removed it."

Xiang Xi looked at him and frowned: "It's quite disgusting."

"Well, you have to ask," Cheng Boyan changed his shoes. "I'll take a shower first, and I'll take a closer look at the tables later."

"You have to fill it for me," Xiang Xi said. "My handwriting is not good, and I want to write this thing beautifully, after all, the meaning is different."

Cheng Boyan smiled and said, "I didn't want you to write it yourself. I have to write it up first and let you copy it accordingly."

While Cheng Boyan was taking a shower, Xiang Xi changed his clothes and wiped the floor clean with the place he had just stepped on with his shoes. In fact, he couldn't tell that he had been stepped on after stepping on it, but Xiang Xi still wiped it according to Cheng Boyan's standards.

If this continues, I will probably be trained to become a little cleansing obsession.

After packing up, he sat back on the sofa and looked back and forth at the form and certificate. After a long time, he suddenly remembered something, jumped up and ran to the bathroom door and knocked on the door: "Have you removed the thread with your hands?"

"I thought you would only remember to ask tomorrow," Cheng Boyan smiled inside, "demolition."

"Have you left a scar?" Xiang Xi asked, "Let me see."

"Of course there are scars now," Cheng Boyan opened the door and stretched out his hand toward him, "Look."

"...It's so ugly," Xiang Xi looked at the scar in Cheng Boyan's palm, feeling very distressed. Cheng Boyan's hands are pretty. Now that he has this scar, he feels very uncomfortable. "What should I do if there are scars in the future?"

"If you have it, just have it," Cheng Boyan said indifferently, "It's better to leave a bigger scar."

"What are you doing? Are you sick?" Xiang Xi glared at him.

"It's easy to use." Cheng Boyan said while washing his hair.

Xiang Xi opened his mouth and didn't say anything, but directly closed the bathroom door.

When this old hooligan said such words, his tone did not even change, just as fluent and natural as if he would say something to eat for a while, and he would do it in one go.

No treatment.

When Cheng Boyan came out after taking a shower, Xiang Xi had already put the form and pen to fill in in the middle of the coffee table, and there was a sample next to it.

"Fill it up." As soon as he saw him come out, Xiang Xi stood up and gave out the sofa.

"I went to the house to write. The coffee table is so low, I feel uncomfortable." Cheng Boyan took the thing into the bedroom, sat at the small table, and turned on the desk lamp.

"What do you want to eat?" Xiang Xi dragged a small dunzi and sat opposite him, "I'll make it for you, stir-fried small fish? Mixed beans?"

"No," Cheng Boyan glanced at him, "Do we have to follow Hu Hai's recipe to eat in the future?"

"Not it, I just learned these two," Xiang Xi smiled, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll take you out for food later," Cheng Boyan picked up the form, "I can't make it and can't afford it..."

Xiang Xi laughed for a long time and put his chin on the edge of the table: "Then you write it, I'll watch it."

Cheng Boyan began to discuss with him about the content on the sample and filled in the content, name, gender, place of birth, place of origin, current residence, basic situation...

Xiang Xi stared at Cheng Boyan's pen tip. Cheng Boyan's handwriting looks very good, but he usually writes very curiously. He only writes it stroke by stroke when he leaves a message for him. Now he is even more neat.

Xiang Xi looked at the filled table little by little and felt like his life was rewritten bit by little, leaving the correct page behind.

"I'm so excited," he whispered, "can you understand how I feel?"

"Yes, I'm quite excited," said Cheng Boyan. "I'm still afraid that I will tremble when I write."

"What are you excited about?" Xiang Xi laughed.

"If you have an ID card, I can take you out for fun," said Cheng Boyan. "It's a pity that I can't be considered a father and son..."

Xiang Xi put his chin on the table and smiled foolishly for a long time, and he didn't know what he was having fun.

After filling out all the forms and checking them twice, there were no omissions or errors, more than an hour had passed, and Cheng Boyan stretched: "Hey-I didn't even write my papers so seriously."
Chapter completed!