Chapter 50: A Clap (1)
Chapter 50: A Clap (1)
"What’s going on? " He Bai heard the voice and raise his head, and then he turned his head promptly as if he hadn’t seen anything when he saw Di Qiuhe falling on bottom. He then turned sideways to pull and rummage the bag of stuffs that Niu Junjie had bought. "I remember there were spices, where it is…"
Di Qiuhe got up, rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door all at a dash.
"…" How nimble he was.
He Bai put aside the shopping bag and sighed. Certainly, man surely is a creature with high self-esteem no matter how puerile he is. It was too embarrassing to be seen slip and fall before the bathroom or so…
Di Qiuhe firmly pressed his hands on the door handle of the bathroom, his face and ears were blushed, his heart was pounding and his forehead was sweating.
…It was the slippery ground that should be blamed!
He raised his eyebrows and wondered which one should be mad at.
The pup must have had mopped the floor today! The wet floor was the cause that he slipped! Furthermore, the under, underwear…How could it hang on the window frame? Shouldn’t it be hung on the clothesline pole? The underwear at the window frame can be seen whenever people wash hands there, let alone the students outside as they may look up…
What the hell!
Next second, he snapped the door, went to the window frame as he was boiled over, and reached out his hand…then he grabbed the hanger hook with two fingers and took down the underwear, turned to He Bai, who remained squatting on the floor stewing noodles, and said, "How could you…hang it on the window frame! Have you had no idea that it may be seen by the students passing through downstairs!"
He Bai looked up at him.
It was seen that a handsome young man with broad shoulder and long legs stood with his back in the light, he wore an imposing posture and frightening expression, while he pinched a hanger which hung an underwear on his hand carefully and took it half a meter away from himself awkwardly.
What a weird scene?
He Bai was about to laugh as his mouth slightly curled up. However, looking at Di Qiuhe’s blushed ears and such a malicious expression Di made and recalling the scene that Di had fell on asses, he struggled in mind for a bit, suppressed his laughter and solemnly replied, "Even if I hang my underwear on the clothesline pole, one may walk through under it as one need to wash face there." As a matter of fact, the washed clothes in their dormitory were hanging on the clothesline pole, underwear was no exception. But he was so tired in the past two days that he washed his clothes in haste and hung the underwear on the window frame for being disinclined to hang it on clothesline pole…but he was never intended to irritate the kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth—the endearing Childish Di.
Oh, no, this was a good topic to distract attention from the disgraced Film Emperor.
"…But, but hang it on the window frame was terribly rude! One can catch a sight of it if one look up when washing faces. Di Qiuhe felt a bit hot as he raised his voice, and his back seemed to be sweated. He couldn’t help conceiving himself walking under He Bai’s white underwear, then he gave the rein to his imagination until
"It is prohibited to hang it on the clothesline pole!" He was agitated and raised his voice while he was unaware of all this, just like the sternest parent in the world. "You have to change the hangers! Buy some steel ones! Plastics can be easily broken! In short, socks and jocks are prohibited to hang on the window frame for they may be seen by the students passing through by below. It may have a bad influence. Go and buy a vertical clothes hanger and put it in the corner!"
He Bai looked at him in disbelief. "Do you think it’s possible to put a vertical clothes hanger in such a narrow dormitory?"
Di Qiuhe looked around the bedroom of four, focused on Niu Junjie and the other one’s beds, and then he paused and frowned, "You can move out." I didn’t realize a dormitory of four can be so troublesome and inconvenient? All in all, it’s bad enough!
A "splash" sound.
He Bai threw the sliced sausage into the electric cooker and stirred, and he took out the disposable bowls and chopsticks and said, "No way, I’m gonna live here for four years, moreover, LaoDa and the others don’t mind seeing my underwear when they wash their faces. Everyone gets used to it. Why do you care about this so much?"
That was to say, the little pup’s underwear had been seen out by all the others in the dormitory?
The news was a real Thunder Clap!
Di Qiuhe felt like a fire burning in his heart, though he could not figure out where the fire came into being and why it burnt. What he knew was that he was unhappy. Just not feeling well! He used to hang his washed underwear on the clothes hanger back in the days he lived in dormitory, just as everyone else did.
"So how long are you gonna hold my underwear?" He Bai laid the bowl of filled noodles on the table, went straight to take the clothes hanger from Di Qiuhe’s hand, and hung the underwear back on the window frame. He then turned around and pressed on Di Qiuhe’s back to push him toward the table, said in a manner like coaxing a wayward child, "Eat noodles first, The Godmother (Lao GanMa, a China-brand chili sauce) is at the corner of the table, please help yourself as you wish. Our neighboring buildings are all boy dormitories. What’s the matter of seeing an underwear? Didn’t other boys see your underwear in your dormitory before? By the way, all your clothes were washed by housekeeping aunts and your wardrobe was tidied by these aunts when you lived in apartment. Why didn’t you consider it was inconvenient to have your underwear to be seen by the aunts at that time? Besides, your stepmother had bought you some socks and jock to show her virtue when you lived in Di family’s house? Anyway, all of my close-fitting clothes were bought by my mother when she was still alive. Just calm down, that’s nothing but a piece of cloth."
"…" The noodles were so delicious as he finally realized he was hungry, but suddenly he felt low. He Bai was right, his underwear had been seen by so many people. No wonder He Bai disliked it.
"Not anymore." He sat down and pinched his chopsticks, and said in earnest, "I’ll wash my underwear myself. And I’ll buy some new ones and throw out all the old ones."
He Bai stared at the back of Di Qiuhe’s head, speechless for a while, and raise hand and patted Di perfunctorily for two times and boasted, "Well, Childish Di is really matured as you know to wash underwear by yourself. That’s pretty good."
Di Qiuhe put his chopsticks into the noodles bowl, turned his head while raising his eyebrows and staring at He Bai in anger. "You have to wash it yourself, too! Except the guys in the dormitory…you are not allowed to display your underwear to others!"
How could he chatter on such a stupid topic.
He Bai hold Di’s head and turned it back, and then he said angrily, "Eat the noodles! Don’t be naggy like an amah." He was not a psycho. Why should he display others his underwear? And how their conversation got so far here? Can’t Di Qiuhe and he have a healthy and normal chat?
Di Qiuhe was ready to get up with his tensed muscles, then he said in a warning voice. "What am I look like did you say? An amah?" He Bai was so naughty that he even dared to provoke his big brother’s dignity.
"Sit down and eat! Just behave yourself!" He Bai took a decisive action to press Di down, patted him on the back of the head, and let go and stepped back. He Bai then took out pajamas from the cupboard and warned Di, "You’d better not do that again. There’s ice water in that bag. Please eat and drink to calm down. I’ve been getting injections all morning and I smelled like somewhat liquid medicine. I need to take a shower first, and you shall eat noodles! He then turned back to the bathroom and ended the boring conversation.
With a "kada" sound, the door locked inside, and then came the sound of running water.
Brother’s anger for protecting dignity was temporarily quenched.
"What a devil…a little haughty pup." Di Qiuhe raised his hand and touched the back of his head, looking at the blurred frosted glass on the door of the bathroom and the underwear that had hung back on the window frame for quite a long time. He took out his cell phone and started typing.
Di Qiuhe: Assistant Wang, I may have a fever. Please prepare me some antipyretics.
Di Qiuhe: Xiuwen, what should I do if my brother doesn’t listen to me?
Wang Boyi’s call came right away.