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Pizza, milk tea, and fried chicken snacks were set up on the table, and the milk tea was finished in a few sips, followed by Boss Pei's friendly and extra-mixed special cocktail.

Putting the guitar aside, Mao Fei raised his goblet to clink glasses with the two, and sang to Ran Qing: "Happy breakup, I wish you happiness, you can find better ones!"

Ran Qing laughed straight: "Well, I hope to find someone like the one in "Not Much to Say."

No one thought there was anything wrong with this joke. After all, at the end of the novel, the protagonist who has gone through ups and downs finally gets his wish and lives happily with his lover, which is more fascinating than a fairy tale.

After a cocktail, the bacon pizza was fluffy and silky. While eating, he was talking nonsense, and when they got back to their 214 nest, Xia Xiaoxiao sighed: "I don't think it's possible to come back, is it?"

Mao Fei shook his head happily: "I like him so much, I can't leave him, I want to cling to him all day long."

Ran Qing sat next to him, elbowing him pretending to be disgusted: "That's enough, we call him a teacher, you call him your husband, I'm still very divided when I think about it."

Mao Fei smiled "hehe", with a look of foolishness in love, Xia Xiaoxiao looked at him quite enviously, and said: "Vice Commissioner Zhuang is lonely in the dormitory, and asks us every now and then, 'Hey, did Mao Fei get along with you? When did you say you will move back?' I think I miss you a lot."

"That's right," Ran Qing said with a smile, "Isn't Mr. Zhuang all married and having children? Why can't his wife take care of him? Do you still have to ask your cousin to help?"

Mao Fei filled himself up again, not knowing why he was so proud: "Unexpectedly, right? I am Mr. Zhuang's wife."

The three of them touched again and drank it all in one gulp, Xia Xiaoxiao was like drinking water, but Ran Qing was even more drunk than Mao Fei.

He hugged the guitar into his arms, and plucked two notes randomly with blunt technique: "Actually, Zhuang Qiang is pretty good, but he is a stunned young man. If his emotional intelligence can be improved a little bit, he won't be disgusted. My Friday When I told him that we were not there on weekends and went out to play, he also told me to pay attention to safety, and said that he also had activities, and they Hanfu Club went to East Lake to shoot some films."

Xia Xiaoxiao asked him: "Drunk?"

Ran Qing scolded him with a smile: "Why are you always worried that I'm drunk? I'm really going to be drunk and still be able to talk so long?"

"Then you, tell me about me." Mao Fei's cheeks were puffed up by the chicken popcorn, "you praise me, how about me?"

"Do you still need to say it?" Ran Qing played a string of dry musical notes, "One word sums it all up---stupid."

Not waiting for Mao Fei to be unhappy, Xia Xiaoxiao asked, "What about me?"

Ran Qing looked at him, and said he was not drunk, his eyes were foggy, and he chanted: "If it's not the person, the one who speaks the truth but does not mean it."

The beautifully colored cocktail moistened his throat, and Mao Fei sensed the ambiguous atmosphere of alcohol fermentation. He snatched the guitar back into his hand, stood up, looked at the silent Xiao Xiao, and then at the bewildered Ran Qing, and announced his exit: "I Going to sing."

The bar is empty for now.

Mao Fei sat on the high chair and sighed: "Little Brother Pei, my heart."

Pei Li was clearing the accounts, his eyes were fixed: "broken?"

"I'm struggling," Mao Fei muttered, "The two of them are so cruel, I'm afraid this meal will be their last supper."

"What nonsense." Pei Li laughed, and turned to fetch him a bottle of warm milk from the incubator, "Why didn't Zhuang Zhou come?"

"I didn't ask him to come. When he came, Ran Qing and Xiao Xiao couldn't let go. He said he would pick us up at eleven o'clock."

"Make a bet, it's ten o'clock, and he will definitely show up within half an hour."

Mao Feicai didn't want to bet with him. He rested his chin on the cap of the feeding bottle and looked at Pei Li for a moment, thinking, should he say that he met Zhuang Mu?

Pei Li glanced at him, glanced at him again, and said convincingly, "Speak up if you have something to say."

"I...I'm thinking about Zhuang Zhou." Mao Fei decided not to say anything, so what if he said it, there was nothing to say, and he couldn't foresee what kind of emotions would arouse Xiao Pei, so Mao Fei turned away Topic, "Shall we play the storytelling game?"

After hearing this, Pei Li looked into the corner, the two people opposite the man in the sunglasses had already left, and only the man in the sunglasses was left looking at his phone.

Pei Li told Mao Fei the direction, and Mao Fei turned his head to look at it. He hated this kind of person who got drunk alone the most, so he began to make up a warm drama of "the waiting person will appear soon".

Jiang Yimian was buried in his phone.

A video was playing on the phone, and this was the only message that Zhuang Mu replied to him after he called Zhuang Mu.

In the video, Zhuang Zhou and a boy who looks like a college student are playing on the stage. One is holding a guitar and the other is playing a harmonica. Halfway through the video, a waiter walks past the camera, with "MOMO" printed on the back of his overalls logo.

It didn't take much for Jiang Yimian to find this place. He put on sunglasses and squatted to sing, not wanting to be recognized by Zhuang Zhou so soon. He needed to observe for two more days to understand the enemy's situation before he could make a plan.

It's a pity that he returned empty-handed on Friday and Saturday.

Not completely empty-handed, Jiang Yimian swiped the screen, and the video automatically played the next one: In the noisy bar, Zhuang Zhou kissed the boy named Mao Fei and dropped the milk bottle amidst bursts of booing.

This is an unexpected surprise when he was sitting idle and searching for "MOMO" on the web.

Wrong, only surprised but not happy.

Jiang Yimian put the phone on the table, leaned back on the sofa and massaged the space between his eyebrows.

Zhuang Zhou is very clear about what it is like when he likes someone, so... can he get it back?Can I still ask for forgiveness and return to the original?

The best person I have ever had is in this city, and the opportunity to get back is right in front of me. No matter whether Zhuang Mu sent him this video to want him to retreat from difficulties, or to provide him with clues, he now, he Already sitting here, want to leave?Not reconciled.

Jiang Yimian sighed deeply, he raised his hand to cover his face, revealing a long-term scar on his wrist.

After Mao Fei finished making up the story, he was very satisfied with the ending of "lover will eventually get married".

Pei Li laughed at him: "Stupid."

"Only you are not stupid, only you are not stupid!" The aftermath of the cocktail surged, Mao Fei was dizzy and excited, stopped drinking the milk, and jumped off the high chair holding the guitar, "I am stupid, I am lucky, I have Zhuang Zhou, do you have one?"

Pei Li looked at his figure stepping onto the stage, and murmured with a smile: "How else can I say you are lucky."

The microphone was turned on, and Mao Fei squinted his eyes to look at the window, and saw his two roommates wrestling their arms.

He was a little confused, a little impatient with unknown names, his voice was soaked in wine, and his voice became slightly hoarse.

"Today, the stars are shining, and I am left with tears in the north wind and darkness, thinking about the days I spent with him that day."

The tune is simple, the singing voice is lingering, Mao Fei can't articulate the words clearly, and gradually he doesn't even open his lips, and just hums briskly with his nasal sound.

Under the stage by the window, Xia Xiaoxiao won again.

Ran Qing punished himself with a drink, his eyelashes trembling, he smiled and said, "Can't you let me do it?"

Xia Xiaoxiao bent his fingers, no, he had already given in, he had turned the water to the point where he only used [-]% of his strength, some people seemed to want to lose on purpose, to lose.

Xia Xiaoxiao said: "Ran Qing, you are already drunk, stop drinking."

Ran Qing shook his head, nodded again, this time he didn't put on the posture of "one more game", he looked at Xiao Xiao, and said bluntly: "Squeeze the toothpaste---it's you, isn't it?"

Xia Xiaoxiao looked at him seriously and deeply, then took a deep breath silently, and simply admitted: "Yes."

"What are you doing?" Ran Qing swayed slightly, and asked him with a smile, "Others are filming, and they can't get out after entering the show. What are you? I've become obsessed with reading novels, and I really want me to give you a life." Right twins?"

Xia Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, and suddenly his calf was kicked, Ran Qing urged him: "I'm asking you something."

Xia Xiaoxiao asked him back: "How do you know?"

"Zhenzhen, she told me that a reader with this name tipped her 200 yuan and asked her to write a side story."

"...I just asked her to write about daily life again, but I didn't expect her to write...would write..."

Ran Qing smiled and lay down on the table, her face buried in her arms, Xia Xiaoxiao was so nervous that his whole body tensed up, he called softly: "Ran Qing."

After a while, Ran Qing slowly sat up straight, the alcohol was boiling in his head, and his eyes were vacant, he scoffed: "Xiao Xiao, you are so cowardly, so you are so cowardly! I despise you!"

He stood up on the table, pointed at Xia Xiaoxiao and ordered: "You bastard, wait!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left his seat, followed Mao Fei's singing and walked towards the stage flickeringly.

Xia Xiaoxiao stood by the table. He was sure that Ran Qing was drunk, but he was also sure that he was not only cowardly, but also flustered. He watched Ran Qing step on the stage and snatch Mao Fei's microphone, and then---

"Xia Xiaoxiao, let me ask you, you, do you like me?!"

A sentence was amplified several times by the speakers and resounded in the clear bar, even the vibrato of the tone could be heard clearly.

Mao Feisha was on the sidelines, and the audience cheered and screamed continuously.

Xia Xiaoxiao stood still, even more stupid than Mao Fei, the waiter hurriedly poked him, urging him to stay in a daze.

Ran Qing was a little unsteady, supported Mai, his hot heart was so excited by the heat wave-like atmosphere that he was about to lose his mind, he took a breath, and cursed: "Xia Xiaoxiao, you idiot!"

Those who watch the excitement in the bar don't think it's a big deal, and "stupid bag" has become a uniform slogan.

Xia Xiaoxiao finally came back to his senses, he cursed in a low voice, strode towards the stage, rushed in front of Ran Qing, without saying a word, grabbed his cheek that was burned into a monkey's butt, and kissed him fiercely.

The roof of MOMO is about to be toppled again.

Pei Li leaned against the bar, whispering with a smile: "Annoying."

He stretched out his hand to greet the waiter: "Don't watch the show, go up and help the boy down, didn't you see that his legs are weak?"

Mao Fei whimpered while holding the guitar, so moved that he was taken to the high chair and sat down. He wiped away his tears and said, "I'm consummated! I'm so excited!"

Pei Lisai gave him a tissue: "Be virtuous, let labor and capital hold back, cry and cry."

"Songzhi cake is really a good thing. I will ask my mother to order it when I go back." Mao Fei rubbed his eyes, crying so happily that he looked at Ran Qing being dragged off the stage by Xia Xiaoxiao, after the wedding ceremony I really envied him, "I miss Zhuang Zhou so much."

Pei Li didn't want to see him at all, and said ruthlessly: "Get up, go up and sing!"

Mao Fei obediently returned to the stage with the guitar in his arms, and played "Marriage March" first, regardless of other things.

Ran Qing couldn't hear the song.

He was squeezed into the right angle between the glass window and the sofa, and in front of him was Xia Xiaoxiao pinching his chin and kissing him forcefully.

The world is complicated and confusing, Ran Qing can't hear, see, or feel anything, only the hot pain on his lips keeps him awake.

He seemed to know what he had done, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Then he heard Xia Xiaoxiao say: "I've liked you for a long time, I'm going crazy."

I heard Xia Xiaoxiao say again: "I lied to you. My biggest feeling after reading "Not Much to Talk about" is that I want you. I want you more and more than Xia Xiaoxiao in the novel."

His lips were crushed again, Ran Qing struggled hard, he wanted to say that he was the same, he didn't want to break the mirror, he also saw himself as crazy, he still wanted to eat pine nut cakes, he wanted to be waited on and squeezed toothpaste all the time He wanted someone to hug him to sleep when he was drunk, but the world fell, and he had to open his lips to bear the aggression.

Mao Fei could see clearly on stage, the more excited he was, the more he missed Zhuang Zhou.

He couldn't pay attention to playing, singing inattentively, he closed his eyes, hoping to see his Zhuang Zhou pushing the door of MOMO when he opened it again.

Zhuang Zhou didn't come, but the man who he made up the story of "Finally Married" came.

Jiang Yimian stood in front of the stage: "Excuse me, can I come up and sing?"

Mao Fei hurriedly nodded: "Yes."

He saw that the man was dressed casually, had a young and good-looking face, slightly curly hair, dyed dark brown, and he guessed in his heart that there were thousands of reasons for getting drunk, and he didn't know which one this man was.

There was also a high chair by the side of the stage, which Zhuang Zhou often sat on when he came to sing along. Mao Fei moved it over and leaned the microphone in front of Jiang Yimian.

Mao Fei asked: "What are you singing? If I can play it, I will accompany you."

Jiang Yimian turned off the microphone, seeming to be thinking, but the words didn't make sense: "Can I add your WeChat? Or your phone number is also fine."

Mao Fei was stunned with an "ah", and smiled awkwardly but politely: "Not really."

And I'm afraid that I'm supercilious, what if they don't want to have sex at all?

Mao Fei added: "What's the matter? It's so sudden."

"Oh, it's nothing," Jiang Yimian smiled, "So you're not single anymore?"

Mao Fei said "hmm" and couldn't help being happy, and he said "hmm" twice in succession, the beauty in his eyes overflowed.

"Okay, it's okay." Maybe Zhuang Zhou is still pursuing the last point, and the hope that they haven't been together is also shattered. Jiang Yimian put his index finger into the neckline and pulled it down, saying, "Just sing what you sang before." Let’s go with the one I’ve been through, “Reality.”

The brisk rhythm sounded, Mao Fei touched the ground with one leg, and looked at the man appreciatively. His English bite was so nice, even better than his singing.

Pei Li checked the time, it was 25:[-], why is Zhuang Zhou still not here?If they don't come, their cute and cute boys will be targeted by others.

Just as Pei Li was thinking, he raised his eyes and saw Zhuang Zhou's figure appearing at the door.

Mao Fei also saw it. When he saw Zhuang Zhou walking step by step, his heart was filled with joy, and he wished he could drop the guitar and throw himself into his arms.

It's not that I haven't pounced before, but I have pounced many times, and Zhuang Zhou can catch him steadily every time.

The corners of Mao Fei's lips rose uncontrollably. He didn't realize that he had stopped the accompaniment, and he didn't notice that the singing around him also disappeared.

Zhuang Zhou approached, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Before Mao Fei was wondering, he heard a voice from the microphone: "Ah Zhou."