Golden Suit Brothers

Gu Jiacheng checks his phone first thing in the morning.

No text message.

No funny dreams either.

boring.

Oh, it's the weekend, no wonder the alarm clock didn't go off.

Feeling more boring.

Gu Jiacheng was full of satisfaction and was worried about whether the fifteen cents would be healed, and he was afraid of disturbing his rest, so he didn't dare to send text messages or make phone calls, and he wondered what to do if he got a fever and became stupid?What if my throat is so swollen that I can't speak?What if someone ran to his house to take advantage of him in the name of taking care of him?

A morning of cranky thoughts ended with a rumbling stomach.

Gu Jiacheng decided to go to the restaurant recommended by [-] cents to have breakfast. Last time [-] cents recommended him a Cantonese style morning tea. They said it was Cantonese style. In fact, there are also such things as Sanding steamed stuffed buns, fried eel crossing the bridge noodles, and fried dough sticks with soybean milk. , One step earlier than the Chinese economy to achieve diversified and diversified development.

More importantly, maybe you can meet by chance.

Gu Jiacheng crossed half of Beijing city, and asked several uncles and aunts before finding Jinbaoji, which was mentioned at [-] cents. A thumb is a figure with scissors upright, holding a white and fat Maitreya Buddha-like figure. It must be the boss.

He saw Wu Jiacheng's photo at a glance, or it was a psychological effect. He felt that Wu Jiacheng's photo was very upright, as if it was bigger than other photos. He quickly left Wu Jiacheng, who was smiling brightly with his small canine teeth, behind him and went into the shop.

Seeing him coming in, the waiter smiled and said morning in Cantonese, and seeing him reply morning in Mandarin, he immediately switched to Bellyu Beijing dialect and asked, "What would you like to eat, sir? The Cantonese style breakfast is served in the hall, and the Soviet style breakfast is served in Fugui." hall," he pointed to the moon gate on the left, "the simmered liver tip of soybean juice is in the Ronghua hall," he turned his finger back and pointed to the side hall on the right, "the Cantonese-style large, medium and small dots are rotated in the whole hall, so you can call them at will."

He thought about it for a while and decided to try his old job in the lobby, there is nothing wrong with it.He is not a sweet eater, so he ordered a dish of rice rolls and boat porridge, and when he saw the moving trolley, he took a dish of pork ribs in black bean sauce.A few items were placed in front of him, looking ordinary, he tried to taste it, and was amazed, the rice rolls were smooth and filling, the boat porridge was boiled until the rice grains melted, soft and delicious, and the pork ribs in black bean sauce were fresh and sweet Crispy meat.Gu Jiacheng thought to himself that since he often eats at this restaurant for [-] cents, it means he lives not far away, so he might as well buy some and send them to him earlier.

He was distracted by his own thoughts, and he didn't realize that another guest and waiter wandered in the hall. He glanced over from the corner of his eye and almost shouted out in surprise, it turned out to be Wu Jiacheng!With hooks in his eyes, he stared straight at Wu Jiacheng and found a corner to sit down.

He looked very listless. He was wearing a big dark red thick woolen scarf. He was still wearing a black down jacket in the early spring when the willow wind was blowing and the face was not cold. He wore a pair of large black-framed mirrors on his face. Shrunk into a small ball and nestled in the corner of the wall, like a little chick guarding the nest sleepily and exhausted.

If I hadn't reviewed the photos before entering the door, I would not have recognized it.Gu Jiacheng ate while watching, and by the way, looked left and right to see if anyone else followed, he always felt that it might appear in a quarter of a second.He stretched his neck almost like a giraffe, but not a single male creature set foot in the storefront for the next 10 minutes.

He couldn't bear it anymore, took out his phone and called fifteen cents, but no one answered after ringing for a long time, and there was no reply to the text message.He had to monitor Wu Jiacheng while eating his porridge.

Instead, he found that Wu Jiacheng seemed to be very familiar with the boss. The Maitreya boss who appeared at the door the most times walked over and talked to Wu Jiacheng in a soft voice. Gu Jiacheng wanted to know what they were talking about, but it was a pity that he sat there It was too far away, and I could only see the boss pat Wu Jiacheng on the shoulder. Wu Jiacheng pushed the black-framed mirror, smiled, and buried his face in the scarf again.

It's pretty nice to smile, Gu Jiacheng thought to himself.

Soon the waiter brought a bowl of porridge or soup and several dishes of kimchi and put it in front of Wu Jiacheng. Wu Jiacheng pulled the big scarf to reveal his whole face, and sipped the porridge little by little.Gu Jiacheng deliberately slowed down his eating speed. He watched from a distance and saw Wu Jiacheng's face was not as big as the bowl in front of him. He didn't look like a chick anymore, but like a kitten, slowly eating. Eat his share of refreshments at leisure.

He didn't plan to admire Wu Jiacheng's eating all the time, he checked out and walked out the door when he was full, and walked slowly towards the street.

Wu Jiacheng caught a glimpse of the man wearing a pair of black-framed glasses walking out, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere before. He had a good memory, but because of the fever, he was still a little dizzy. It took him a while to realize that he seemed to be riding a bicycle The first time I saw it in a small shop.

No way, Wu Jiacheng said to himself.

The next second he ran out the door, trying to call out loudly to the man who could still see his back, but after trying a few times, his throat hurt like a knife and he couldn't yell out. Seeing the man walking further and further away, he wanted to make a call, but I found that my mobile phone was left at home, so I had no choice but to go back to eat porridge in a daze.

Wu Jiacheng held the porridge bowl and put the porridge infused with ginger rice into his mouth spoonful by spoonful. The edge of the bowl slid down along the blue and white porcelain.

There is nothing to be wronged!He said to himself, it may not be that person, and he doesn't know you, don't cry!He grabbed the scarf to wipe his tears, sniffed his nose, and ate the porridge in big mouthfuls, regardless of the pain and heat of the porridge sliding down his throat.

"Jiazi, how are you doing?" A voice sounded above his head.

Wu Jiacheng choked, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and replied, "Uncle An, I'm fine."

"Your mother asked me to take care of you, but I didn't do a good job, alas." The owner of the store, Uncle An, sat opposite him, and the smile on Maitreya's Buddha-like face faded a bit.

"I'm fine. Uncle An, you have taken care of me so much. I want my mother to cook braised pork for you during the Chinese New Year." He smiled and said hoarsely.

Uncle An was silent for a while, and said, "I saw the entertainment news a few days ago, talking about you and Dandan."

"Uncle An—" Wu Jiacheng wanted to explain.

"Dandan girl, I spoiled her so much, she even changed the name I gave her. But speaking of it, I have been in Beijing for more than ten years, and I only go back to see it during the holidays. Even Dandan Mom wasn’t there when she left, so I’m always sorry for her.” Uncle An said slowly, “But Dandan has a good heart, and the newspaper’s nonsense this time must not be what she meant.”

Wu Jiacheng smiled and folded the tissues in his hands: "Uncle An, you know, Dandan and I have known each other since elementary school. At that time, I didn't know traffic lights, and I didn't dare to cross the road. Everyone called me a coward, and only Dandan Dancan stood up for me and dragged me across the street. I never forgot how kind she was to me.” He folded the tissue into a small piece and put it aside, “Dandan is fine, fine, but I have I was too careless when I was busy doing things, I feel sorry for her."

Uncle An sighed: "You have to be strong since you were a child. I remember that you got 99 points in the test that year, and your family said it was very good. Instead, you hid yourself and cried secretly, regretting why you didn't get [-] points in the test."

Wu Jiacheng lowered his head and smiled to himself: "Yes, Dandan comforted me when she saw me that time, and called me home for snacks."

"Hey, I still remember that time when she got a 9 in the test, and she drew a zero on the back, and the red pen color she used was different." Uncle An couldn't help laughing when he thought of it, "You two have really different temperaments. Uncle An is not blessed to have a son like you."

"Don't say that, Uncle An, it's a pity that I didn't become the son-in-law of Chenglong Kuai."

Uncle An patted his head, told him to eat slowly, and walked to the counter to watch.

Wu Jiacheng was stunned for a while, feeling that his appetite was full, he greeted the counter and went out.The sun was shining outside the door, so he couldn't help cheering up, because he felt that his strength was not bad, and he planned to take a walk in the nearby small garden.

He walked all the way and thought about it, remembering that last time he seemed to see that person who was about the same height as him, with a pretty face, but he couldn't remember the facial features in detail.There were already some dots of greenery in the small garden, the spring breeze was blowing, and his face was still a little cold, so he piled up the scarf again, which not only covered his face but also kept him warm.

Suddenly he stopped, and the person sitting on the bench in front of him was either that person or who, he hesitated, his heart was pounding, he leaned against a banyan tree, silently watching that figure.The more he hesitated on one side, the more he got up on the other side, startled him, and turned around behind the tree.

He leaned on his chest and panted lightly, thinking hard about what to say, how to put it, but unexpectedly a familiar face appeared beside him, and the person asked him: "Wu Jiacheng?"

He was caught off guard and could only nod in a daze.

"You came out by yourself without an assistant following?"

He was no longer familiar with this voice, so he nodded again.

The man suddenly approached, stretched out his right hand and squeezed his black-framed glasses, and smiled: "Your glasses don't have lenses?"

Wu Jiacheng was in a mess, leaning back against the tree, nodded again.

That person also seemed to feel that his behavior was too intimate, so he nodded at him: "Goodbye." After saying that, he left without hesitation.

Wu Jiacheng watched him go away helplessly, and all he could see in his mind was the face of that person approaching just now. He knew that this face was too good-looking for a young man, but he did not expect that the high-definition close-up close-up When it was time, this handsome face broke the law.He felt that he might never forget the small mole under the man's right eye in his life.

Male vixen.

He gave MR. Wrong a verdict.