I'm not unlucky at all

After the kiss was over, he even wiped Song Xing's red lips with his fingers.

Song Xing was holding a bouquet of roses, and the petals fluttered down on him, all over his chest and legs.

Song Wenlu's throat moved slightly.

Song Xing's lips softened again.

This small system of 030 can't understand this kind of slobbering between human beings. It watched itself being blocked by the main program and finally waited until the eyes suddenly became clear, but it couldn't be happy at all.

In a bad mood, 030 shared a song with Song Xing called Happy Breakup.

Song Xing, who had just been dating for a while, "..."

Twenty minutes later, Song Wenlu took Song Xing to a stylish western food restaurant, the lights inside were dim, and there was a violinist standing in the aisle of the booth playing the piano.

The restaurant was booked in advance, and Song Wenlu specially asked friends to say hello to the holy place for a date.

In order to create an atmosphere in the petty bourgeoisie restaurant, many potted plants are covered between the booths, and the dim lights are dimly lit, making it difficult to see people clearly at a distance.The people who came to eat inside were all young couples, and they were tired and crooked. It was quite rare for Song Xing and Song Wenlu to be sandwiched in there, but it wasn't much of a surprise.

Not long after they sat down, two men came beside them.

The older one, probably in his 30s, looks honest and upright, the younger one is still wearing a school uniform, looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, and is as tender as a small water onion.

The little one is holding the big one's arm, not afraid of being looked at by others, and when he enters the restaurant, he immediately falls in love with Song Xing's next door, pulls the man beside him and sits down. "Uncle, baby loves you", sticky looking at people with toothache.

Song Wenlu glanced over there, and saw that the little one was holding the big man's face and kissing him up. After kissing, he said a sweet word of love. The old man was screwed so badly by the little one. Be honest, the little one pouts and refuses, and then attacks personally: "Isn't it just that there are two prudish people sitting next door, and you really learned it? Why do you have to make a relationship like a lecture in school? Doesn’t it take the teacher’s roll call for a kiss?”

After talking about the little one, he kissed the big man on the mouth, and squinted at Song Wenlu with a smile, full of provocation.

Song Wenlu raised his eyebrows, the little guy next door hooked his fingers, and the big man quickly pressed down on him.

The waiter served the two tables together again, and after the meal was served, the smaller one at the next table started acting like a monster again, asking his big man to feed him, but the big man had no choice but to smile helplessly. He cut the steak for him quickly, and the two of you, you and I, took a bite, just like eating honey.

Song Wenlu withdrew his gaze, pinched his brows, and said he was lying if he didn't envy her.

There was a plate of steak in front of Song Xing. He cut it three times with a knife and fork, then suddenly put the knife aside, raised his eyes and asked softly, "Can Mr. Song do me a favor?"

Song Wenlu was taken aback.

Song Xing pushed the steak over, pursed her lips and said nothing.

The sound of the violin rang gracefully next to it, and an originally quiet meal turned into an invisible scene of fighting.

Song Xing and Song Wenlu didn't talk much when they were eating, but occasionally they met each other's eyes, and silently passed the delicious food on hand to the other.On the other side, it was much more lively. The younger one was too good at acting like a baby and torturing others. After a while, the big man couldn't take it anymore. He pulled the younger one up, and the two of them went into the bathroom together.

Song Xing ate very quickly, Song Wenlu was about the same as him, neither of them drank any alcohol, and after more than ten minutes, they finished eating, and the two at the next table hadn't come back yet.

After leaving the restaurant, the sky was getting dark, and there was a movie theater next to it, and the two of them were walking towards that end. Song Wenlu took advantage of the darkness to touch and hold Song Xing's hand, fingers intertwined.

Song Xing didn't break free, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the man.

The two walked very slowly. Song Wenlu squinted at the overlapping shadows under his feet, and then looked sideways at the young man beside him. He suddenly chuckled and sighed, "Aren't all the kids these days so terrible?" There is so much difference in age, and The person I was talking about was an old man who looked more than ten years older than me, and when he was going to school, I was afraid that he would be drowned in saliva.

Song Xing looked up, his arms were a little cold from the night wind.

"Who is Mr. Song talking about?"

"Is it cold?" Song Wenlu took off his coat and put it on Song Xing's shoulders, and continued to lead him forward, and replied, "I mean, the kid in the restaurant just now, didn't you see that he was about to go to hell?"

The coat felt warm on her body, Song Xing was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

Song Wenlu stopped, turned sideways and looked straight at the dimples on the corners of Song Xing's mouth, his hands were itchy.

You can see a few stars in the sky, and the love song of the first killer Matt is playing on the street next to it, mixed with a bit of rock style, let alone more energetic.

"What are you laughing at?"

Song Wenlu squeezed Song Xing's chin, resisting the kiss.

Song Xing stretched his neck back, pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Song, you made a mistake." His palms were sweating and slippery from the man's clutches, but he still held them tightly, and he didn't dislike it.

Song Wenlu looked down at him with questioning eyes.

"The gentleman in school uniform should be no younger than you." Song Xing paused, then said slowly, "He should be a teacher."

Song Wenlu was stunned, apparently incredulous.

It's not that Song Xing didn't pay attention to the two people next to him in the restaurant. The coquettish man has a young-looking face, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes are covered by a smiling expression. You can find it if you look carefully.

"His knuckles have calluses from writing with chalk for a long time, and there is still some powder on them, which has not been washed off."

Song Xing lowered his eyes, 030 told him these things.

Song Wenlu listened and remained silent for a while.He seemed to grit his teeth, then leaned down and approached Song Xing, lowered his voice, and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone: "Xiao Lu, why didn't I notice the fine lines around his eyes?"