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Several rounds of huge sand dredging boats are parked in the river, and the river flows, reflecting the moonlight.

"I thought of a story for the people on board."

The two sat in a red tent by the river beach, taking shelter from the wind and admiring the scenery, waiting for the boss to bring up the barbecue.

"They pick sand during the day, and at night, it will be later than now. When those of us who eat food stalls have left and closed the stalls, they will come out of the cabin, drink happily, recite poems about the bright moon, and sing along the side of the boat. , singing the chapter of slimming."

Zhuang Zhou was very happy, and continued: "Ride a flat boat with a single leaf, embrace the bright moon and die forever."

Mao Fei was also happy, and he imagined freely: "They actually came from time travel. The ancients must have looked confused when they came to our current world, so they also worked on the sand mining boat with peace of mind, fishing for sand during the day, and thinking about it at night. home."

Zhuang Zhou waited, but did not wait for the next article, and urged: "And then?"

"There is no more, and then they live like us day by day..." Mao Fei clenched his fists and beat his palms, "No, then they will not grow old. They used to be boatmen who sent people across the river, then they were fishermen, and now they are Sand miners. Maybe in the future, they will go down the river to the sea, or go up the river, and disappear in the depths of the Tanggula Mountains, so that people will never find them again.”

Zhuang Zhou looked at him with a smile: "I like making up stories so much, go to the website and open an account to write novels."

"I can't, I can only talk like this, I can't write a single word." Mao Fei rolled up his cuffs, preparing for the upcoming skewer, "Little Brother Pei can make up stories, the ups and downs are complicated and confusing , and there will be death, love killing, vendetta killing, suicide, death without peace, digging graves, whipping/dead bodies, chopping up eight pieces and feeding them to dogs. Sometimes he talks nonsense with me while mixing drinks, and I will send it out spontaneously Feeling from the bottom of my heart -- this man can't be messed with."

Just as she was finishing speaking, the little girl in apron came over with four trays in both hands. The meat skewers and vegetables sprinkled with cumin powder were so fragrant that they would go across the river. Zhuang Zhou and Mao Fei both reached out to help and asked for another bottle of Sprite. While drinking, I can't wait to roll three skewers each in the hot air, and the chopped green onion sticks to my mouth, which is refreshing.

"Is it delicious?" Mao Fei asked, "If you dislike it in your heart, don't force it."

"No, why would you?" Zhuang Zhou laughed, "Did you bring me into the domineering president in your novel again?"

Mao Fei kept moving his mouth. The meat of this bunch of chicken feet was thick and plump, and it was roasted soft and delicious. The bones could be picked out with just a few strokes. He was too busy to answer the phone. Give it to Zhuang Zhou, urging him to try it with a "hmmm".

A big mouthful of soft waxy gluten is really satisfying, and another mouthful of happy water will make Mao Fei so happy that he is about to become a feather and become a fairy.

He said: "You are better than the ones in the novel. I ask you, you answer me honestly, have you watched a lot of provocative episodes secretly? Do you know that you are a master of love from top to bottom, I even wonder if you lied to me, you must have more than one ex, right?"

"Well, I told you to see it," Zhuang Zhou wiped off the grease residue on his front lapel with a paper, and said with a smile, "There are actually five of them."

Mao Fei choked, he was clearly mocking him!

He pretended to be angry: "Zhuang Zhou, you've killed me by talking to you."

That look is so interesting, one side of his face is swollen, his eyes are wide open, he holds Sprite in one hand and skewers in the other, even the small fish in the river that prey on dried shrimps are more imposing than him.

Zhuang Zhou begged for mercy: "Blame me. You start over, and I'll have a good chat this time."

Mao Fei felt more at ease, and said after finishing a series of masturbations, "Can you tell me why you broke up with your ex?"

Zhuang Zhou pondered for a moment: "Use your brain to make up stories to guess?"

"Hmm... He's like Brother Pei said, you're so nice, but he likes Hong Shixian?"

Zhuang Zhou was amused: "No."

"Then...he's bi/sexual, and he likes women, can't you stand it?"

"Not at all."

In fact, Mao Fei had a lot of reliable and unreliable guesses in his mind. He didn't dare to say it, fearing that it would be too much. He hesitated: "He is also a son of a certain family. He was taken back by his family just after graduation, and arranged a commercial marriage?"

"No, he is an orphan." Zhuang Zhou said, "He was adopted by his adoptive parents when he was a child. In a small county, he is not considered rich."

Mao Fei was a bit silly and didn't want to guess: "Then why did you break up?"

The little girl in apron came to serve the dishes again, and Mao Fei took the opportunity to move to Zhuang Zhou's side so that he could listen to the story.

The one served was golden steamed buns with cheese. Zhuang Zhou picked up one and ate it slowly, and said, "Feifei, why did you break up?"

Mao Fei didn't need to think about it: "Endless quarrels, cold wars at every turn, lying to me, not kissing me, not letting me hug, and thinking I talk too much, anyway, it always makes me sad and I'm about to break up."

After all, it was not enough, and added: "You know that before breaking up, you may still like him from time to time, and when you can't stop liking him from time to time based on this, you really want to break up."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lightly: "Well, I know, I am actually what you said, and I will not go down."

Mao Fei wanted to urge him, but he was also afraid of exposing someone's wounds.

He took the little steamed bun out of his hand, dipped it in the cheese, and gave it back to him: "Eat like this."

Zhuang Zhou laughed and ate it in one bite.

He recalled: "Didn't you say that you hate bugs very much, and that you are psychologically shadowed by being made?"

Mao Fei said "hmm".

"Me too, we broke up because I couldn't stand his unreasonable troubles anymore. To judge whether a person is good, I don't think it depends on how good he can be, but how bad he can be. One day he was so bad that I Unable to forgive, we broke up."

Mao Fei looked at him and stammered, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Actually...it's not all his problem. When we first got together, he made progress independently, was very hardworking and optimistic, but gradually he became more and more resentful towards me."

"Why? Are you treating him badly?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at Mao Fei, with a smile on his lips, and he asked, "Remember when I said that I didn't have a penny to study in America?"

Mao Fei nodded quickly: "Remember, you said it was exercise."

"No, I came out to my family, and my parents were so angry. My brother went out first, and he was photographed getting into the car with a man in his arms. When he got home, he was served by my dad. I think My dad was so tired that he probably didn't have the strength to beat me again, so I knelt down next to my brother and confessed."

Mao Fei was surprised and didn't bother to eat: "Although, but, what, I'm more curious about your brother's reaction, will you vomit another mouthful of blood on the spot?"

Zhuang Zhou said with a smile: "That's not true. He has many playmates, both men and women. It's just that this time he was unlucky enough to be photographed. He doesn't care at all."

"Sure enough, there are gossips in the wealthy family. Fortunately, you are not as good at playing as your brother, otherwise...otherwise I will definitely not agree to you."

"Really?" Zhuang Zhou smiled a little badly, "I don't play, it's not that I don't know how to play."

Mao Fei took a sip of Sprite dryly: "Then I---"

"I can use all the tricks on you alone." Zhuang Zhou interrupted him and said intentionally, "What's more, who couldn't help but buy a bunny girl first?"

If a different person said this at this time, and replaced it with Ju Ming, or the big gold chain on the table next to him, and doubled the blessings of the lights, evening breeze, moonlight, and river water, the effect would definitely not be as shocking.

Yan tortured to extract a confession.

Mao Fei deeply feels that he is still a member of the Appearance Association, or he has a wonderful virgin psychology, and the more he looks at his first man, the more he likes his appetite, which is amazing.

He flattened his mouth and said, "Are you still talking?"

Zhuang Zhou peeled the tin foil lamb chops for him and asked, "Are you still listening?"

"Of course I listen! There is no story that is cheated halfway through, and will be scored negatively."

"It wasn't a good story, and I'm still upset when I look back on it."

Zhuang Zhou paused, then came out and continued: "My father is not very happy that I don't want to inherit Chichao. He hopes that I can lead Chichao together with my brother after I return from my studies. I can't wait to be so angry now." Let me have nowhere to go in the United States, and finally I can only come back and beg him."

Mao Fei was puzzled: "Your parents don't give you money, so your brother doesn't care about you?"

"It doesn't matter, he is happy, his mouth is very bad, so I don't want to find him until I sell myself."

Mao Fei "tssed" and said, "Are you two good to each other?"

Zhuang Zhou fed him a mouthful of leeks: "Bu Bu."

After returning to the pole, Mao Fei opened his mouth and took it away, slurring his words: "You also make up, you are so old."

The apron girl who came to serve the fan oysters couldn't help talking nonsense after hearing this, and joked that Mao was talking nonsense.

Mao Fei was very angry, and vented: "Your ugly ex, come on, why are you torturing you?"

"He...he knew that I was Zhuang Hezhou's son, and that we could not live in such poverty, so he always cried and cried. From the beginning of persuading me to be soft, to the subsequent quarrel. I I also thought about apologizing to my dad for him, or looking for my brother. After that, I did call my parents, but they wanted me to go back on a blind date and get married. That time he almost passed out from crying, and our neighbors were terrified He thought I was abusing him, and called the police, which made him stop, and when the police were about to torture me, he came forward to clarify and rescued me."

Mao Fei was fascinated again, and stammered, "He, he doesn't want to work hard anymore?"

Zhuang Zhou urged him to "eat quickly", and then recalled: "The things he wants are getting more and more expensive, and I may not be able to afford them even if I have to work several jobs to save money. We had more fights in those six months than in the previous two years."

Mao Fei grasped the point: "When did you let him know that you are your father's son?"

"When we graduated from undergraduate, we met in freshman year and stayed together in sophomore year. We both decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination when we were approaching our undergraduate graduation. At that time, my brother flew to the United States and came to see me without saying hello. We hit it off."

Zhuang Zhou remembered Jiang Yinian's staring eyes at Zhuang Mu when they met. At that moment, the endless torture for the next year and a half or nearly two years was all brewing in that moment's eyes.

Jiang Yimian maintained his composure for a meal, and after the two returned to the rented house, the first outburst occurred.

Jiang Yimian hated that Zhuang Zhou lied to him and let him work-study for two years. He lived in an apartment building and took the subway to school and work. He didn't have much leisure and entertainment, and he couldn't afford travel and vacation.

Zhuang Zhou sighed, "He seems to have forgotten that we relied on each other in those two years. After knowing that we can share joys and sorrows, he can no longer bear the slightest share of hardships."

Mao Fei brought himself into fantasy. If it was him, he murmured: "If it were me, I would be very angry too. After all, you are not a prince, so what can you hide from me?"

"His catchphrase is 'when we have money, we will do this and that'... I also have selfish intentions. My parents won't let me go home during the Chinese New Year. I don't want to use my family's money. I just tell him who I am. I can't give him a rich life. Moreover, I actually feel quite satisfied with planning my future life with him with some hope."

Mao Fei pouted: "I'm so angry... What are you doing, making me jealous on purpose?"

"Don't be angry, it happened 800 years ago." Zhuang Zhou said with a smile, "Are you jealous?"

Bring him another oyster: "Bu Bu."

Mao Fei didn't pick up his, took it himself, and didn't want him to feed him: "What's his name?"

Zhuang Zhou teased him: "Forgot."

Mao Fei glared at him: "Do you think I believe it?"

Zhuang Zhou said: "Okay, let's exchange it, and let me have a bite of jealousy."

"What are you jealous of?"

"Just ask you... among the five exes, which one is Bai Yueguang?"

Mao Fei ran on him with a "hey": "Do you still know Bai Yueguang?"

"I know, tell me."

Mao Fei was a little confused: "...Bai Yueguang is not an ex, but my roommate, and I couldn't break him up."

Zhuang Zhou was a little convinced: "The number of co-authors you liked has increased to six?"

Mao Fei was a little bit more like that: "I like my ex, and Bai Yueguang really likes it."

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'm jealous, what's his name?"

"I asked first, you said first."

Zhuang Zhou followed him: "Jiang Yimian, ginger, think, encourage."

Mao Fei said "Oh": "Chen Qi, Tangerine Peel Tang, pray... pray for that Qi."

"Chen Qi." Zhuang Zhou repeated in a low voice, and then asked, "Do you still like him now?"

"No!" Mao Fei hurriedly clarified, "He has a boyfriend, and I don't like him anymore!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed "Huh?": "Boyfriend? Isn't he... He was not bent by you, but by others?"

Mao Fei pouted again: "Yes."

"Yeah" After eating the oysters, the meat is fat and delicious, and the fans are amazing, Mao Fei was immediately appeased, and reached out for another one.