The hero's useless super power

"No, no." Wen Ze couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm not...we're not...no, what are you talking about?"

The little boss winked and said to Wen Ze: "Everyone understands people, and I don't object. In this life, happiness is the most important thing."

Like some kind of magical language, Wen Ze stared at Wen Er for a long time as if being poured over his head by a bucket of cold water.

It's not that Wen Ze didn't feel Wen Er's performance, but this kind of thing is too mysterious. His GAY sound didn't sound, and Wen Er didn't make any clear statement, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb. After all, straight men and gay If you can't express your love between friends, then you will really never communicate with each other.

Smell is good, at least much better than he imagined, Duojin is handsome and young, so it's not bad to be friends, right?

So Wen Ze didn't want to expose this layer of veil, at least not on his side, but what the little boss said made him have to admit that it was too difficult to be indifferent to a man like Wen Er.He is a layman, rolling around in the world of mortals is nothing more than eating, drinking and lazing, and the next step is spiritual resonance. Wen Er, there is no problem at all with the first one, and the more important one is also fine with the latter. The most important thing is that they share a common "secret" and Sharing with each other is a match made in heaven.

How to do?

Want to go further?

What if it doesn't work out?

In the worst case...Wen Er was furious and felt humiliated. Not only did he pressure the Design Institute to stop cooperating with him, but he was even more likely to attack him from all aspects and from multiple angles, which would eventually lead to the end of social death—no need for anything else. Yes, just "helping" him out is enough.

No, no, don't think too much, this is a fucking trap!

Thinking of this, Wen Ze said decisively: "No, there is nothing to take pictures here."

"Let's take a picture." Wen Er, who had been watching silently, suddenly spoke, and without any explanation, he put his arms around Wen Ze's shoulders, and found the same angle as the old photo, "Come on, I'll pay."

"It's not about the money..." Wen Ze was still struggling, but the little boss over there had already nimbly lifted up the camera with the paint peeling off, and it was over with a click, "I'm fuck!"

Wen Er didn't let go of Wen Ze, but turned his head to the side with some puzzlement and said, "What are you doing? It's just a photo, because I'm so handsome, so you're ashamed of yourself?"

"..."

What a fucking straight man!

Wen Ze said that he was willing to lose, and stopped talking about anything, and asked the little boss, "How much?"

"Seven yuan and seven." The little boss said, "give me the cash."

Wen Ze, who was taking out his mobile phone, said strangely: "Didn't you just use Alipay to buy water?"

"Oh, isn't this a commemoration? How could there be any Alipay more than 20 years ago? Cash!" The little boss stretched out his voice as if coquettishly.

The tone of the little boss's order made Wen Ze a little unhappy. He was outside and shouldn't care about trivial matters. The problem was that he had no cash, so he could only look at Wen Er eagerly.

Boss Wen also touched his whole body for a while, and he didn't know what kind of evil he had caught, but he managed to scrape together seven yuan. He really couldn't get out the seven cents, so he turned his face and looked at Wen Ze in dismay.

"Oh, I don't have any change!" The little boss's words can kill people's anger, "Well, give me something of yours."

"Ah?" Wen Ze felt that this matter was getting more and more outrageous, "What?"

"What do you have with you all the time?"

Wen Ze pondered for a while, then unconsciously shifted his gaze to the watch. It was bought when he first started working. It has been many years. Although it is still as bright as new, the style is old-fashioned and not It's expensive, but it has a little commemorative value, but it's not that big. It's the only thing in his whole body that hasn't been changed.

"The watch is not good, the watch is a foreign object, so let's do it." The little boss was very close to Wen Ze, and reached out his hand like lightning to touch his head, and he got a hair, "Take a hair for seven hairs. "

The little boss's movements were too fast, Wen Ze hadn't reacted yet, he just felt that his eyes were dark and the top of his head hurt, and the matter was over.The pain was because the little boss pulled out his hair, and the blackness was because Wen Er quickly blocked him, but he failed.

Seeing that Er frowned, Wen Ze, who was afraid of causing trouble, immediately grabbed the "Party A's father", and said "Forget it, let's go" while pulling him away, leaving After entering the small square, he realized that there was still a photo in his hand, and the little boss with quick eyes and quick hands stuffed it in at some point.

Wen Ze glanced at it, and the hairs all over his body immediately stood on end: In the photo, it was clearly under the clear sky, but he and Wen Er seemed to be under the shade of a tree, with mottled shadows covering their faces, leaving only A little bit of light under the stars.

Wen Ze immediately went back to look for someone. According to his thinking, the little boss had disappeared, just like the weird things before. As a result, when he ran back to the square in three steps and two steps, the little boss was still sitting leisurely. Under the awning, when he saw him coming back, he immediately showed a bunch of impatient expressions, and said: "The photos are not refundable, they are all paid for!"

"No...then what, this photo is wrong!" Shocked by the unexpected situation, Wen Ze quickly adjusted, "The photo is not clean!"

"Huh?" The little boss opened his narrow eyes slightly, and said angrily, "My family uses high-end photo paper, not the kind of Polaroid that doesn't fade!"

What the hell?This reaction is wrong!

Wen Ze froze for a moment, held the photo in front of the little boss, and said, "I mean there are unclean things on the screen!"

The little boss stared at the photo for a while, then said angrily, "Where is it unclean?"

Wen Ze turned over the photo, and his head buzzed: there was no sign of the clean two people embracing their shoulders in the photo.

"Really, there was something like the shade of a tree just now!" Wen Ze said aggrievedly, "It's on our faces!"

At this moment, the little boss looked at Wen Ze in the same way as he looked at a neuropathy, and turned his head to look at the sky exaggeratedly. Of course, there was nothing on the flat square. He snorted, picked up the photo and shook it twice, saying : "Let me tell you, you can't even eat a meal for seven yuan now, and you still have to come up with a ridiculous reason to withdraw! You are also a good-looking talent, and you are well-dressed. I didn't expect that you would be so handsome when you do things. It's so unreasonable!"

Wen Ze also came to his senses at this time, what are you talking about with outsiders, it took half a month to get Lu Qingzhou to accept his special ability, and tried repeatedly - he even let Lu Qingzhou play the piano with Tintin ——In the end, I won the trust of my friends.

"All right, all right, let's set up your stall!" Wen Ze pulled back the photo, sighed at the clean picture, and called Wen Er, who had been watching from the sidelines, to leave.

The two of them had only taken a few steps away from the small square, and Wen Ze couldn't help sighing again. This matter became more and more mysterious, and he didn't know if they would end up with different fates and save the common people from then on...

"Hey, aren't you angry?" Wen Ze suddenly realized that Wen Er beside him was too quiet, so he had nothing to say, "The boss said that about you just now, didn't you feel it?"

Wen Er cast a puzzled look over: "What do I care about with a stall vendor? The beggar called me a poor ghost, and I am a poor ghost?"

"..."

Wen Ze said that his heart was hit hard, refused to accept such a conversation and forcibly changed the subject: "What do you say about this matter?"

"That's it, didn't you come here in the past few decades?" Wen Er said calmly, "Maybe we can find more 'comrades'."

Wen Ze asked suspiciously, "Why are you looking for so many homosexuals?"

"I mean those with special abilities." Wen Er squinted Wen Ze's eyes and said, "The word comrade has been polluted by you."

"..."

Why the hell do I think Wen Er is a great guy? !