Since that day, Wang Dalun has felt an inexplicable sense of guilt towards Fan Ziyi. In fact, he has not done anything like Chun Meng before, but the little girl is still young after all, and he always feels that she is mentally obscene and can't overcome the hurdle in her heart.

So I became more concerned about the house downstairs and cleaned the sanitary dead corners left by the previous one. I originally wanted to take out the quilt in a cardboard box while it was good, but I found that the little girl was moving in a hurry, with her quilt cover, bed sheets, and pillow towels that she had never washed. Due to his slight obsession with cleanliness, he naturally couldn't stand it, so he took them all to his house and washed them with a washing machine.

Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye, and Fan Ziyi had never come back during this period. I don’t know why Wang Dalun was looking forward to it. He occasionally went downstairs to ventilate, wiped the dust, mopped the floor, and tried to keep the house clean as much as possible, as if he was welcoming the arrival of the little girl every day. As for the box full of underwear, he had never opened it again.

That day, Gu Zheng called and said that it was Christmas Eve tonight and everyone gathered together. Wang Dalun then remembered that it was December 24th.

I don’t know when it started, Christmas has become popular in society. Many hotels and entertainment venues have Christmas dinners, Christmas Eve carnivals and other inappropriate advertisements. Foreigners spend Christmas Eve at churches. But no matter what, this is also a sign of social progress.

Chinese people have a little bit of Christmas, just like Valentine's Day. In the original circle, Lao Jia didn't have to say that he was so happy with his girlfriend behind closed doors. Those with boyfriends and girlfriends all had activities alone, leaving only three bachelors, Gu Zheng, Wang Hongwei and Wang Dalun.

After graduation, Gu Zheng passed the postgraduate entrance examination at the Central Academy of Drama. Wang Hongwei did not find an ideal job, so he simply followed Lao Jia and became the only employee of the Hong Kong Hutong Film Production Company jointly established by Lao Jia and Yu Liwei.

Although there are few people who check for drunk driving these days, Wang Dalun has always adhered to the principle of drinking but not driving. He finally gave him a chance to be reborn, and now the conditions have already satisfied him, so he cherishes his life, not to mention that this is a matter of harming others and oneself.

Riding a little flying pigeon along Nanluoguxiang, turning into a smaller Dongmianhua Alley, not far away is the Drama Academy like a landlord's courtyard.

It is said that there are more beauties in the Central Academy of Drama than in the film academy. As expected, there are a series of luxury cars parked in the very narrow alley, with Mercedes-Benz and BMWs. The most common ones are Japanese cars, several Santanas, Jettas, etc., and they can only park from a distance.

There are many beautiful women wearing bright clothes and holding flowers around the door. From time to time, beautifully dressed beauties will come out from the inside. A fly will immediately come forward to offer flowers, then take the beauty into the car and speed away. Whether for the beauty or the fly, tonight is destined to be a wonderful night.

Wang Hongwei drooled and walked in with Wang Dalun while he said angrily that the pig would give him the best cabbage.

Regarding this friend who is determined to be a big producer, Wang Dalun could only pat his shoulder and encourage him: "Hongwei, do it well, there are some good cabbages in the future for you to give me."

"That's it! Well, dumb, you kid scold me for being a pig in different ways!"

...

Whether it is the Film Academy or the Central Academy of Drama, as long as you have some ability, you will generally not be short of money. Gu Zheng planned an advertising copy for a well-known company not long ago and received a considerable reward. So today he specially found a very high-end restaurant. Three bachelors sat together to talk about movies, life, and occasionally scolded this unfair world. They kept struggling until ten o'clock in the evening to end.

Wang Hongwei drank too much, and the two of them helped him in Gu Zheng's dormitory for one night, and then Wang Dalun walked home staggeringly on the little flying pigeon.

A bottle of white and four or five beer was only as good as his alcohol content, but when the cold wind outside blew, he couldn't help but feel dizzy. He wanted to go home quickly, take a hot shower, and then lie comfortably in the quilt and have a sleep.

“Uh, uh…”

As soon as he entered the community, he heard the sound of someone vomiting on the dark roadside, which made him feel nauseous. Just as he was about to pass quickly, he found that the figure who was holding the small tree on the roadside and bent down to vomit looked familiar.

Just at this moment, a car drove into the community, illuminating the figure on the roadside.

Damn, why is this little girl?

I got out of the car quickly, and there was no time to support me. I leaned on the street lamp pole and ran over to support the shaking person.

"Who are you?" The little girl still wanted to struggle.

Wang Dalun saw that her face was blushing like a big apple, with dizzy eyes, and even vomiting marks on her mouth. Oh, it was really disgusting.

He hugged his hands tightly and did not let her struggle. He freed up one hand to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of her mouth clean. The little girl had just seen the person who was supporting her, and she opened her mouth and smiled, "So it's you, why...uh, why is it so coincidental?"

"A coincidence!" Wang Dalun quickly patted her back and let her slow down.

I don’t know why, maybe the scene I saw at the entrance of the Central Academy of Drama stimulated him. He was very upset at this time. The little girl was only sixteen years old and was still a minor girl. The only thing that made him glad that he finally knew to go home.

Maybe he finally found a support, and the little girl seemed to be in a state of ease. Wang Dalun felt that the soft body she was holding was sinking little by little.

There was no choice but to take her on her back and walk forward with her back. Don’t look at the little girl, she is quite tall, almost 1.70 meters tall, and she is quite heavy when she carries her back.

I carried her all the way to the stairs of my own unit, took a breath, and carried her to the fifth floor with another breath. Fortunately, I left a key and opened the door and entered the room.

Fortunately, after washing the sheets and quilt covers some time ago, he had already helped her lay the bed. He tried hard to help her take off her thick coat. The little girl fell heavily on the bed as if she had no bones. The wooden bed was very hard, and it might have been knocked somewhere, with a look of pain on her face and a moan.

Wang Dalun ignored her and squatted down and helped her take off the sneakers from her feet. There was still a lot of vomit on her jeans legs, which looked very disgusting.

He was very hesitant to help her take off her jeans. His slight obsession with cleanliness made him unable to bear it, so he could only clench his teeth and unbutton her pants around her waist and help her take off her jeans.

The jeans were wrapped tightly, and he was worried that he would accidentally remove everything inside. He didn't dare to use too much force, so he could only slowly pull down bit by bit.

The heating in the room was very strong, and when he finally took off his jeans, he was already sweating profusely. At this time, the little girl lying on the bed seemed to have gotten rid of her restraints. She turned over lazily and leaned on the bed with a quilt in her arms. She was wearing a sweater on her upper body, her butt was flat and small, but her legs were very strong, slender, and wrapped in pink autumn pants, looking particularly sexy.

His heart suddenly jumped, and then there was a heat. He didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he quickly ran to the bathroom and poured his face with cold water. He was embarrassed to use the little girl's towel, so he could only wipe it dry with a napkin. He squeezed the hot towel again, walked into the room, turned over the little girl lying on the bed, and wiped her face and hands.

After such a toss, Fan Ziyi felt nauseous again, her eyes closed tightly, and her face was full of pain. Wang Dalun quickly took a basin and patted her back. Maybe she had already vomited outside. She had only retching and had nothing, so she finally calmed down.

Wang Dalun saw that this was not good, and he couldn't do it all night, so he quickly went upstairs, cut some shredded radish, ginger, and chili, stir-fry it with a little oil, put it on a boil, add vinegar, and beat another egg in, making a bowl of hot and sour soup.

I brought it downstairs and just opened the door, I heard the little girl retching in the bedroom inside.

"Come on, drink this."

Wang Dalun helped her up, first let her get angry, and then fed her the hot and sour soup.

The little girl was so angry that she had no strength to vomit. She snuggled softly in his arms, and drank the soup with sip. Maybe it tasted good, and the sour hot soup was very comfortable to drink into the stomach. The little girl Hululu quickly drank a bowl of soup.

Now he finally got calm. Wang Dalun helped her cover the quilt and soon heard her slight snoring.

Wang Dalun brushed her shoes clean and baked them next to the radiator. The dirty jeans were so bad that they could only pick them upstairs and wash them. Before leaving, he went to the bedroom and took a look. Seeing that the little girl was sleeping soundly, he felt relieved, turned off the lights and went out, and returned to the upper floor.

When he was about to throw his jeans into the washing machine, he remembered that he forgot to extract what was in his pocket. The front pocket was empty, but the back pocket was bulging and stuffed with a wallet. When he took it out, he couldn't laugh or cry. He actually wrapped a small quilt.

The washing machine was working constantly, and he had time to sit and smoke a cigarette. When he thought of the little girl's appearance as a drunk cat, he felt a little funny. I wonder if she could still remember how she got home when she got up tomorrow.

"Damn!" Suddenly, his movement of putting the cigarette to his mouth was condensed. Then he jumped up from the chair, put on his coat, and ran out of the door. He went downstairs and ran wildly to the entrance of the community. He saw that there was only the lonely street lamp pole, and he could find the shadow of the little flying pigeon!
Chapter completed!