Compound Diphenoxylate Tablets

Chapter 6

Zhou Zeya stayed in the magazine for four years and had four annual leaves, but this was the first annual leave that he didn't go out to play, but he felt that it would be good to meet a new friend with one annual leave.

The next day they arrived as promised, but they heard arguing far away, as if Xiang Haomiao had come again.He saw neighbors gathered around Xiang Dongchen's house, and from the content of the quarrel, he could hear that it was about the division of family property.

"Now that your father's bones are still cold, you said you want to sell the house?"

"You understand that we share half of the house. Besides, he is your father, not mine. Are you going to take it all by yourself now?"

"He has always regarded you as his son. Do you still have a conscience when you say that?"

"Now you want to occupy the house alone, you tell me your conscience?"

Xiang Haomiao acted like a rascal, Xiang Dongchen couldn't justify it.Neighbors have been persuading, Zhou Zeya watched all this, but he has no way to intervene in other people's family affairs.

"Every one of you, please don't say a word." The neighbor couldn't help interjecting, fearing that they would fight again. "Haomiao, this house might be demolished in a few years, so there's no need to rush to sell it, maybe the demolition fee will be more than the sale?" Then he turned to Dongchen and said, "But it's not realistic if you don't sell it. You two brothers are going to get married anyway, what will it look like for two couples to live in a [-]-square-meter house!" Neighbor Gu Zuo said, but no one helped.

"Anyway, it will definitely be sold. If you sold it earlier for a penny, I'm not afraid of going to court." Xiang Haomiao said bitterly.

Dongchen felt that she didn't understand what the neighbor said, but she was just afraid that if her father's soul came back, would she not be able to find her way home?Thinking about it this way, he felt that he was too naive, so he calmed down and said, "Let me think about it for a few days, the house is not just for sale."

Seeing Haomiao's younger brother let go, he didn't push him any more. "You go to the agency as soon as possible, and I'll be back in a few days."

After the neighbors dispersed, Dongchen saw Zeya who had been standing there for a long time, curled her lips, and said, "Every time you come, nothing good happens."

"Then I won't come anymore." Zeya said with a smile, but Dongchen didn't answer.

"Have you eaten? Take you out for something to eat."

"I don't want to eat, do you have any cigarettes?"

"How do I remember that you didn't smoke before?"

"It's not something that never comes to the meeting." Dongchen knew that her father's lung cancer was caused by smoking for decades.He has been smoking cigarettes since the day his father died.In the past few days, Dongchen smoked very violently. He always wanted to know how his father gradually changed from a healthy person to a cold body.He wanted to keep recalling his father's voice and appearance in self-torture, and then put him to death at the most painful time and survived.

"Then let's smoke one and go eat." Zeya picked up a Yuxi stick in his mouth, lit it and handed it to Dongchen.Then I ordered one myself.Zeya felt like a psychological counselor now, silently watching Dongchen's pain.Also like a veterinarian, slowly treating dying paparazzi.This matter seems quite interesting.

Zeya looked at Dongchen who was sitting on the threshold smoking a cigarette, and asked, "How old are you? Are you 20 years old?"

"I'm 21."

"Hehe, I didn't see it." Zhou Zeya always thought that Xiang Dongchen was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He felt that people in their twenties would not stand at the counter of a private clothing store no matter how uneducated they were.And although Xiang Dongchen is not short, but his frame is small, so it looks like he hasn't grown any. Therefore, the few pimples on his face look like pimples.

In the evening, Zeya took Dongchen to eat sheep scorpion, which should be eaten in cold winter.The entire spine of the sheep was shaved off, and the aroma was overflowing after being stewed. The two were gnawing on the bones of the sheep in the restaurant.Zhou Zeya chewed on the mutton, and asked, "You are already 21, and you have lost your job this time. What are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know, maybe find another place to sell things."

"Haven't thought about finding a more stable job?" He said and gave him a piece of meat.

"Who doesn't want to find a stable one? I only have a high school education, no money, and no one at home. Who would let a college student not want me?" Xiang Dongchen knew himself thoroughly enough.

"Let me see if our company is still short of people, and I will help you pay attention when the time comes."

Ordinary people say the word "pay attention", and it's just a scene, but Dongchen knows that Zhou Zeya will do what he says, and he waited for his cousin for so many days and couldn't find it, but Zhou Zeya really found it after he said something to help him find it. Come, he felt that he owed this friend too much.

"Look, if there is any handyman to help me pay attention." Dongchen suffocated the beer in one breath, and then said: "Since my father was hospitalized, I feel that the whole person is in a trance and can't breathe. These two days The quarrel with my brother woke me up. The house still has to be sold, and I have to get married in the future. I still have to live on.”

"It's best if you think so." From the beginning to the end of this incident, Zhou Zeya didn't say any comforting words. He felt that men don't need comforting, they can only figure it out by themselves. He was very happy to hear Dongchen say that , After knowing each other for so many days, the two had a good talk.Thinking of this, he filled Dongchen's wine glass again.

"Brother Zhou, thank you for helping me so much. I'll treat you to this meal today!" Dongchen drank it all down, obviously a little drunk, he put the wine glass on the table, and yelled for the boss to serve another case of wine.

Xiang Dongchen didn't know how to drink, and rarely drank. Although he yelled for the boss to bring an extra case of wine, he was already drunk.

Zhou Zeya shook his head helplessly, paid the bill, and went home with Xiang Dongchen full of nonsense.

Dongchen mumbled in the car that he still wanted to drink. The jolting of the car made him feel nauseous, and he vomited out all the food he had just eaten.

"Damn it, Xiang Dongchen, you were sent by heaven to cure me!" Zhou Zeya cursed, opened the window in a hurry to breathe, and slammed on the gas pedal.

Xiang Dongchen stopped talking after making a fuss, like a cartilaginous worm, Zhou Zeya carried him with difficulty and threw him back on the bed, found a few ragged rags and hurried out to clean the car.

When he came back, it was no surprise that Dongchen had vomited again, and there were filth on the bedside and on the ground.Zhou Zeya's head was getting bigger, and he brought the mop resignedly.After cleaning the floor and the bed, he watched the instigator on the bed sleep soundly, feeling depressed.

Zhou Zeya helped Xiang Dongchen take off his dirty coat, except for the cotton-padded jacket, all the clothes inside also suffered.Seeing the "sinner" sleeping so soundly, he was out of breath and shook Dongchen vigorously. "Wake me up, take off your clothes and go back to sleep!"

After so many days of winter mornings where I haven't had a good night's sleep, I just fell asleep tonight because of the alcohol, how could I wake up so easily?He said "um" twice, turned over, and rested his head on Zeya's lap.Zhou Zeya sighed and took off Dongchen's clothes.He found that Xiang Dongchen is the kind of person who is said to be "a person who can't grow up". Even in his twenties, his face still often has acne, and the good skin grows all over his body, and the skin all over his body is very smooth. , even very few moles.In addition to the bruises left by the previous fight, he was still insane.

Zhou Zeya was laughing to himself that Dongchen's body was not manly at all, but the sleeping man felt cold and leaned closer to Zhou Zeya.Seeing this, Zeya quickly pulled off the quilt at the head of the bed and helped Dongchen cover it.After getting a hot towel, he poked in from under the blanket with the towel and helped him wipe the dirty place near his collarbone.Touching Dongchen's body with her fingertips, Zeya felt that her fingertips were getting hot.The skin on Dongchen's body is very slippery, different from the smoothness of women, but has a jade-like texture, warm and soft.The people in the bed began to whine again, and moved away with a look of enjoyment.Zeya's hand touched his chest, and the small nucleus protruded restlessly because of Zeya's touch.

Zhou Zeya pulled his hand out of the quilt, and punched Dongchen not lightly but not too hard, but it didn't affect the man's sound sleep at all.

Seeing the current situation, Zeya was worried about going back, he wiped his face casually, without even taking off his coat, turned off the light, and lay down next to Xiang Dongchen.

Half asleep, half awake, he remembered that when he was in high school, he had just learned how to solve that kind of thing for himself. The fashion was still hazy, and boys loved to tease each other about this kind of thing.One night after self-study, I was traveling with a classmate I was not familiar with in the class. I don't know how to talk about it. They played with each other in a public toilet until they squirted.

This little thing from my youth has long been gradually blurred in my memory, but this night it became clear in my mind.He forgot that classmate's name, and even his appearance, but the cool moonlight that night, the unpleasant smell in the public toilet, and the unscrupulous feeling were not discarded.

The author has something to say: Originally, I would post one chapter a day. I just found out that Chapter 5 has very few words, so I added another one, but I wrote it very slowly recently. After all the ones in hand are posted, I will delay more TAT. I will work hard.