Chapter 7 (1/2)

After dinner, it was still bright outside. The four people walked back to the dormitory building together.

Gu Meng scratched his back, and spent the afternoon in the gray old auditorium. He could not wait to take a shower, and then he stepped up.

The man followed him step by step.

Bo Ye and Tang stopped behind the two, whispering.

Bo Ye looks at the man whose behavior is not in line with normal logic and asks Tang Zhi: ”what a fool do you say he is? Or is it

Tang stopped to press: ”it should be silly, eyes will not deceive.”

Bo Ye is clear, nodding, and he is thinking about it.

In the bedroom with plastic pots and wash supplies, Gu Meng impatiently went downstairs: ”waiting for you in the first floor bathroom!”

The man slowly cleaned up his clothes and later he came out of the dormitory.

When passing through the safety passage, it was pulled in by one hand.

Inside the stairwell, his back hit the wall and made a dull noise. He looked up at it.

In front of you, Bo Ye, like a school bully, blocked the door, raised a long leg and stood on the opposite staircase handrail, and said, ”classmate, you are a little over skinned, let's talk about it.”

Although the man did not know where to provoke him, he nodded.

”What's the name?” Bo Ye Tao.

”I don't have a name.” The man told the truth, ”because it's nice to hear you call that person baby.”

Whether it is voice or tone, when the word ”baby” is called out, it seems that each other has different meanings in itself.

Bo Ye saw his eyes sincere, sincere expression, said these times are not like in the dress.

He sang for a moment, and his mind moved up: ”really no name?”

The man nodded.

”I'll get you one again, how about it?” Bo Ye opens the mode of deception. ”Listen to my advice, a man should have a name worthy of his temperament. The baby can only be used for the name of intimate people, and it will be laughed as a big name.”

Listen to him say, the man wring eyebrows, seriously thinking about the name of the problem, open-minded asking: ”then what should I call?”

Bo Ye thought for a moment, and asked tentatively, ”what about the name Wang Xiaoer?”

Man: ”I am not sure that I am going to be able to do it Although I don't understand, it may not be my name. ”

A slight cough, Bo Ye consciously perfunctory a little, and said: ”then Wang Er Xiao? Like it? ”

The man gazed at him, and he spoke with his lips closed.