northern migratory bird

This street is actually more precious than its rotten catkins. When you take a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, the juice-the water flows horizontally. The coriander and eggs inside are very fragrant, and the camellia oil is also delicious. head.

Suhang couldn't stop eating three buns in a row. He was about to pick up the fourth one. Gu Beicheng pressed his chopsticks with his chopsticks: "You eat the ones over there."

Suhang was puzzled: "Is it important to eat a bun?"

Gu Beicheng: "These are meat ones, smaller."

Suhang picked up the big buns near him, only then did he realize that the few that Gu Beicheng ate were indeed greasy meat stuffing.

He chewed the last bit of meat bun in his mouth, hesitated for a while and said falteringly, "I'll try the meat bun too."

Gu Beicheng glanced at him.

Suhang endured the pain in his heart, took a bite, squinted his eyes, chewed, swallowed, and smiled at Gu Beicheng: "Brother, what do you think I am doing? It's not that I can't eat meat, but I don't like it. Hey, From now on, as long as it is the meat you give me, brother, I will eat it."

Gu Beicheng laughed, a little nervous to be stared at by him, calmly picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Finish? Let's go."

Suhang hurriedly grabbed two napkins and wiped his oily mouth and followed him out: "Brother, wait for me, wait for me...why are you walking so fast?"

Gu Beicheng turned back and waited for him with his pockets in his pocket: "I have something to do later, I will send you back first."

"Oh..." Seeing that his tall and straight figure resembles the statue of the philosopher at the entrance of the Holy Lord's Academy, Su Hang's voice lagged for a while before he smiled and said, "If you have something to do, go and I can go back by myself, no need to send it off. Come back at noon Do you want to eat?"

Gu Beicheng nodded: "Come back, I'll give you a key later."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the locksmith's shop next to him, Suhang's heart was pounding: a man wants to give me the key to his house...

"Let's go, you can go back." Gu Beicheng stroked Suhang's stubble hair, it was soft, and his palms were itchy.

Su Hang held the key and walked home desperately, he happily whistled at the big orange cat on the wall who came out to bask in the sun after the snow fell Hairy.

"Haha," Su Hang laughed, "Stupid thing."

Daju seemed to have heard Suhang's taunt and jumped up, grabbed Suhang's hand pointing at it, and then quickly slipped away.

"Damn it!" Suhang stamped his feet covering the mark that Daju had caught.

...

Sitting in the coffee shop was a young man dressed elegantly and elegantly. He was very beautiful, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a smile, and glanced at the waitress next to him, who could make him blush with shame and couldn't even hold the plate steadily.

He seemed to be afraid of the cold, even though the air conditioner was fully turned on, he still held the hot coffee cup and rubbed his hands.

A tall figure walked towards the backlight, his voice was low and mixed with the north wind howling outside the door: "Mr. Lin."

"Mr. Gu, you kept me waiting for a long time. You don't even have a decent restaurant in this small place, so I won't treat you to lunch." The young man said with a smile.

Gu Beicheng let out a "hmm".

The person opposite was called Lin Xinyue, who wanted to invest in his painting, and even set up a studio for him, but Gu Beicheng didn't agree.

Gu Beicheng is currently working in the company of a friend of Lin Xinyue's, and works as the head of the company's design department.

Because the boss of the company knew Lin Xinyue, it was difficult for Gu Beicheng to refuse Lin Xinyue's invitation.

"You really don't think about it anymore? It would be great to be famous, what does Xiangche Beauty want..."

Gu Beicheng interrupted the big cake that Lin Xinyue drew for him: "I came to drink tea with you as a friend, if you talk about work again, I won't accompany you."

Lin Xinyue shut up resentfully and silently took a sip of coffee.

They are both fans of Van Gogh, and they met on a free painting website.Leaving aside the fact that Lin Xinyue always encouraged him to use pens for the sake of fame and fortune, Gu Beicheng still appreciates him as a good partner of the same ideology.

After drinking tea for a while, Lin Xinyue explained her intentions and sent out an invitation: "Our Grassroots Artists Club will hold a birthday party for me on the 15th of next month at Yandao Resort, and I will provide you with food and accommodation. This is the ticket, oh, Remember to bring your ID card."

Gu Beicheng glanced at the two cards with bright colors and simple lines, raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Xinyue: "Two cards?"

"There is another one that you can bring your friends with you. I'm afraid that when you arrive, I won't have time to accompany you and you'll be sitting alone." Lin Xinyue laughed: "Of course, I hope you can bring your sister-in-law together."

Gu Beicheng accepted the ticket and looked at his watch in disbelief. It was 11:30: "I'm going back."

Lin Xinyue took his arm: "Don't go, why don't you treat me to a meal? I drank a lot of water..."

"Our small county can't accommodate you, so drive back to eat by yourself." Gu Beicheng stood up.

Lin Xinyue sighed: "You are really unattractive, I really don't know what my cousin likes about you."

Gu Beicheng said with a cold face, "I have already rejected her."

Lin Xinyue put on her coat and went out with him: "Yes, yes, but you are too attractive, what should she do if she never forgets you? So you should hurry up and find someone to kill her, okay?"

Gu Beicheng watched Lin Xinyue get into the car and put down the window to say goodbye to him: "She will go next month too?"

Lin Xinyue's expression changed.

Gu Beicheng: "She asked you to give me these two tickets?"

Lin Xinyue raised her hand in surrender: "Mr. Gu is really smart, it was indeed Xiao Min who asked me to give it to you, but... I gave you an extra one at my own discretion, so at least bring someone to make her give up, okay? Don't thank me .”

...

Gu Beicheng walked home on scattered snow, and looked up at the entrance of the alley.

The young man facing the wind poked his head out of the bedroom window with a bright smile on his face and shouted at him: "Brother! You are finally back, the meal is ready."

Gu Beicheng's heart warmed, and he put the two tickets that he was holding in his hand and was about to throw them away back into his pocket: I thought it would be meaningless to go to a good place alone, but now... there is someone I want to take with me.The kid at home looks shabby, he must have never been to that kind of place, it's good to take him to play.

The shabby little friend Suhang heard the footsteps, wiped his hands and rushed over to open the door. The cold wind outside the door blew into the heated room, and the man who came in was covered with ice and snow.

"Cooked so many dishes?" Gu Beicheng took off his coat, washed his hands and sat beside the table.

"Not much." Su Hang gave him a piece of braised fish with anticipation: "Try it, it's my first time trying this, it might not be very tasty."

Gu Beicheng picked it up and put it in his mouth: "Not bad."

"That's good." Suhang laughed and took a bite of the rice.

Gu Beicheng: "Do you eat fish?"

Suhang was stunned for a moment and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he said, "I'll just try it hard."

Said that Suhang lifted the chopsticks to pick up the fish, but Gu Beicheng handed over a mouthful of fish and stuffed it into his mouth: "Huh huh?"

Gu Beicheng lowered his head to hide his smile, and continued to eat seriously.

"Brother, what the hell are you..." Suhang swallowed a mouthful of fish meat, and unexpectedly felt that the meat was not so hard to swallow.

Gu Beicheng continued to sandwich meat for Suhang to eat a meal, breaking the meat precept was a bit serious, he rubbed his belly: "Forget it, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Lord Buddha will keep it in his heart."

Gu Beicheng stroked the short hair of the pretending young monk: "I don't blame you for washing the bowls."

Suhang: "..."

The author has something to say: I am on the second update... I am currently mainly updating this book. After the winter vacation on the 11th, I should be able to guarantee 3k a day, and the other two Buddhist books will be updated.