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The noise in the bar is still there.

Mao Fei, however, seemed to be deaf. After hearing the sound of "A Zhou", he escaped into a vacuum, and time seemed to stand still. He suddenly remembered the first night of staying in Berwyn.

He was completely naked, and was hiding under the quilt to video chat with Zhuang Zhou when Ran Qing knocked on the door outside and asked him, "Are you asleep?"

He raised his voice shyly: "I also took off my clothes even if I didn't sleep, I can't see anyone!"

Haven't started making love yet, still chatting, Zhuang Zhou hugged Huadan and Xiaosheng together into the camera, and told him: "I just called my brother, and my brother said he didn't give Jiang Yimian my contact information, What he gave was a short video, the one Boss Pei sent him back then."

Mao Fei was surprised: "Your brother still has Jiang's WeChat account?!"

"MMS." Zhuang Zhou laughed, "Actually, he added my brother's WeChat, and my brother blocked him after adding it."

Mao Fei was still wondering: "Then... why did you post the video? Could it be to increase his enjoyment as a spectator?"

"He still wants to bet with me on whether you can win this battle." Zhuang Zhou let go of his hand and let the two cats play by themselves, "he bet not."

"What?!" Mao Fei jumped up from the bed all of a sudden, "It's gone! My grateful heart, the gratitude to him for saving me from the police station, is gone!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed at him and said "stupid not stupid": "When he said 'no', he had already lost the bet."

The noise in the bar suddenly came back to my ears, maybe less than half a second before and after.

Mao Fei turned his head to look at the man next to him in disbelief, his mood changed, his admiration turned into suspicion, how likely is it that this man is the one surnamed Jiang?

Zhuang Zhou was only stunned for a moment, then he took another step, stepped onto the stage, reached out and stroked Mao Fei's hair that was frizzing everywhere because of having fun, and then led him: "Let's go home."

Mao Fei suddenly fell into the ice cellar, feeling nauseous again.

Zhuang Zhou will have such a reaction, which means that this man is definitely not a friend or colleague who happened to meet. The only explanation is the only remaining possibility.

His palms were sweating, his breathing became short of breath, and he was led away by Zhuang Zhou like a wandering spirit.

Behind him, the innocent microphone suddenly uttered a chasing shout that was much more urgent than before: "Ah Zhou!"

Boiling alcohol and hot blood rushed straight to his head. Mao Fei swore that he had never been so impulsive before. He broke away from Zhuang Zhou's hand, turned around and shouted at Jiang Yimian: "Shut up!!"

The bar fell into a pin-dropping silence.

Mao Fei's eyes were red, and his temples twitched. He was so angry that he didn't think it was enough. He turned back to Jiang Yimian, and threw the microphone to the ground with a "bang", causing the whole MOMO to resound.

Mao Fei stared at Jiang Yimian, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it!"

After saying that, without looking at him again, he took off the guitar and turned to leave, but he was firmly hugged by Zhuang Zhou who came up to him.

Zhuang Zhou lowered his eyes and said distressedly: "I have been wronged."

Mao Fei shook his head, but he still didn't feel up to it, and burst into tears, he was really out of breath.

A brief tit-for-tat ended, and the bar was full of whispers, making various speculations about Jiang Yimian who was left on the stage.

Zhuang Zhou carried Mao Fei to the bar, Pei Li stretched his arms and took away the guitar from his arms, asking, "What's going on?"

Mao Fei frowned: "Rival in love."

Pei Li nodded, thinking in his heart, he is finally not a useless person: "Let's go."

Mao Fei refused to leave, and apologized to Pei Li by the bar: "Little brother Pei, I caused trouble for you again."

Pei Li waved him away: "Not too much."

The atmosphere in MOMO was warm, and after coming out, the night breeze was blowing, and it was cool and refreshing on the burning face.

Ran Qing lost to drunkenness, and was pressed and gnawed hard again. At this time, he was lying on Xia Xiaoxiao's back in a daze. .

Under the neon lights, someone is leaning on the trunk and vomits, which is not uncommon in Bar Street.

Ran Qing opened his bewildered eyes, and saw several double images spouting rainbows. The scene was so exciting that even the sour smell wafted to the tip of his nose like a conditional launch, causing him to have uncontrollable stomach cramps.

The Porsche was parked in the parking space on the side of the road. Zhuang Zhou carried Mao Fei into the passenger car, held his face and rubbed his face, and sighed, "Silly baby."

With an oil bottle hanging from his mouth, Mao Fei muttered, "I should put the guitar on his face!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly, wiped the corners of his reddened eyes with his fingertips, and said, "I'll go and see them both."

Under the tree, Ran Qing was so dirty that she died on the spot.

The more disgusted I was, the more I wanted to vomit, and in the end all I vomited was bitter juice.

Zhuang Zhou came with a bottle of mineral water, and it happened that the bottle in Xia Xiaoxiao's hand was used up. After thanking him, he continued to pat Ran Qing on the back, and then gave him water to rinse his mouth.

Zhuang Zhou warned: "Don't worry, let him take it easy."

Xia Xiaoxiao suffered a lot tonight, Ran Qing needless to say, and Mao Fei, his roommate for almost three years, he has never seen Mao Fei so arrogant, and he shouted "Shut up" so furiously. Heartbroken, he was stunned off stage.

Xia Xiaoxiao didn't know how to phrase it: "Mao Fei... is he okay?"

Zhuang Zhou said: "When you get angry, you have to be angry for a while."

In fact, I have been angry for a long time, so angry that I went to bed, chased and killed in my dreams, and woke up tomorrow morning. Maybe it will be better.

Zhuang Zhou mentioned the big and small bags next to him: "I'll wait for you in the car."

Xia Xiaoxiao nodded, and waited for Zhuang Zhou to walk away a few steps before coaxing and threatening in a low voice: "No more drinking, do you hear me?"

Ran Qing fell straight down, was caught, was given a small mouthful of water, and was given a tissue to wipe his face. He mumbled, "Xiao Xiao, I...I'm so dirty..."

Xia Xiaoxiao responded with a chuckle of "hmmmm", "It's so dirty, so I still want you."

In the car, Mao Fei took off his shoes, stepped on the edge of the seat and hugged his knees, feeling angry.

The car vibrated, and he raised his eyes and saw in the rearview mirror that the rear compartment cover was lifted. It was Zhuang Zhou who was putting things down. When the compartment cover fell again, Jiang Yinian appeared in the mirror with Zhuang Zhou in the same frame very annoyingly.

Mao Fei turned around abruptly, leaned on the backrest and looked out the rear window, his eyebrows furrowed to the point of knotting, he hesitated for a few seconds, then sat up straight again angrily.

He thought that Zhuang Zhou would let him know what it means to "don't even think about it".

Behind the car, the two looked at each other.

Jiang Yinian laughed at himself: "I was kicked out."

Just now, when Zhuang Zhou left with his arms in his arms, Pei Li asked the waiter to pay Jiang Yimian's bill, and told him politely, "You have been blacklisted by our shop."

Jiang Yimian looked at Zhuang Zhou for a while, and said, "Long time no see, Zhou, you have changed a lot."

Zhuang Zhou's expression was indifferent, and he put one hand into his trouser pocket: "Speak directly, don't make fun of yourself."

Jiang Yimian's smile remained unchanged: "I came to find you when I returned to China, but I didn't expect to meet you tonight. This is actually not what I imagined to meet again."

Zhuang Zhou's tone was impatient: "Meet you again, what I saw was that you were playing tricks on him."

Being punctured bluntly, Jiang Yimian was silent for a moment, then stepped back and said, "Let's talk next time, today...too sloppy."

He took out his mobile phone and hung up his smile again: "Phone?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't want to delay any longer, he saw Xia Xiaoxiao walking slowly with Ran Qing on his back, so he simply reported his mobile phone number, and by the dim street light, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the scar on his wrist, Immediately he frowned.

Broken flowerpot soil all over the floor, kitchen knife in hand, unresolvable conflicts, crying and questioning, blood spreading, pale lips still stubbornly resenting him, resenting him, and cursing him.

The hands in his trouser pockets were tightly clenched into fists, Zhuang Zhou said in a deep voice, "This is the last time, don't provoke him again."

The Porsche merged into the traffic flow and drove towards Xingzhui Tianye.

Ran Qing leaned on Xia Xiaoxiao's shoulder, feeling so uncomfortable that a very weak hum came from his lips. Mao Fei dug out a toffee from the storage box, and hurriedly handed it back like a treasure: "Will it be good if you keep it in your mouth?" a little?"

Xia Xiaoxiao peeled off the toffee and put it under Ran Qing's nose: "Smell, do you want to eat it?"

Ran Qing opened his mouth and stopped humming drowsily.

The back row was quiet, and the two people in the front row kept their minds on their minds and didn't speak. Mao Fei felt particularly uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of Zhuang Zhou's clothes, and then he was held by his fingers and held in the palm of his hand. .

When they got home, Hua Dan and Xiaosheng came to welcome the door while walking in small steps. Halfway through the meeting, they found a new stranger appeared, so they froze in place very vigilantly.

Mao Fei threw down his satchel and went to hug them. In vain, he simply threw himself into the sofa and yelled, "I'm so tired---, Xiao Xiao, let's skip class tomorrow!"

Xia Xiaoxiao was helping Ran Qing, who was sleeping unconscious, to take off his shoes. He looked at Zhuang Zhou and said boldly, "Mr. Zhuang, can you turn a blind eye?"

Before Zhuang Zhou could answer, Mao Fei shouted for him, "Yes!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "Tomorrow I will cook millet porridge for you to nourish your stomach."

In the evening, he received a call saying that he was going to MOMO to play, and after playing for a night, Zhuang Zhou tidied up the guest room a little bit, took the two of them there, put their backpacks on the bay window, and said, "We use the main The bathroom in the bedroom, you can use the one outside as you like."

Xia Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly, and after entering this room, he could understand why Mao Fei didn't want to go back to 214, and he wouldn't want to change him either.

Mao Feijin came over with his thin cotton slippers, holding the toiletries in one hand, and the hollow clothes basket in the other: "Throw the clothes here after changing, I will take them to the washing machine and dry them tomorrow morning, and you will wear them tonight." Sleep in your bathrobe."

Everything was arranged properly, and the four of them acted in two waves.

Xia Xiaoxiao put Ran Qing on the small bench, poured hot water from the shower, and the whole shower room was filled with smoke.

Ran Qing woke up from the intoxication for a while, his head was still unable to turn around, and his eyes were too hard to open. He confusedly leaked some meaningless monosyllables.

No matter what, Xia Xiaoxiao never imagined that this trip would be so exciting: Benxian failed, failed miserably, came out successfully, succeeded so sensationally, now, the relationship was confirmed less than two hours ago, and he actually took a bath for couples.

Xia Xiaoxiao knelt down and rubbed the foam on his head. He sighed, "You didn't wake up when you pinched your face just now. You are not allowed to drink any alcohol in the future."

Ran Qing didn't understand at all, and said in a daze, "Xiao Xiao?"

The milk candy in his mouth had just melted, and Xia Xiaoxiao also tasted a ray of sweet milk flavor between his lips and tongue.

In the early morning, the stars are all over the sky.

There was a burst of vibration on the balcony, and the washing machine was working.

There is also the continuous soft sound of music, coming from a vinyl record player.

Zhuang Zhou was teaching his Feifei how to dance, and within a few words of teaching, he hugged the person and was intoxicated in the kiss.

Just after taking a shower, wearing a couple's home clothes, the tips of her hair are slightly damp.

Mao Fei gasped from being kissed, buried in his shoulder and complained: "I'm still angry."

"I know." Zhuang Zhou whispered, "Tell me about what you did in Bowen these two days first? Didn't you say you were very carefree?"

"It's quite carefree..." Mao Fei said a little embarrassedly, "I've played as much as I can, anyway, I'm not polite to your brother. I took the clothes to them for washing yesterday, and the three of us wore white clothes. I ran around in bathrobes, played billiards and bowling first, went to a western restaurant at night to have a good meal, and after eating, went for a massage, soaked my feet, went to the sauna, pushed my back, and went back to the room until midnight. I slept until noon today, and I was so hungry after waking up , went to the cafeteria for a stroll, just like bandits entering the village."

After speaking, I found that I was really embarrassed. I was so moist at the time, but now I am ashamed.

Mao Fei smothered his face into Zhuang Zhou's arms: "The manager must be stunned when he handles the accounts. The three of us are too quick-witted. Is it to embarrass you?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed lightly: "I'm going to find the manager to get the surveillance video."

Mao Fei was in a hurry, raised his head to attack him, not at all: "No way!"

Zhuang Zhou took the opportunity to kiss his ruddy lips, and murmured: "Don't be angry anymore, I told him not to provoke you again."

"What else did you say? You will meet again, right? I saw him take out his mobile phone. Are you remembering your number?"

"Well, let's meet early, talk about it, and cut the mess quickly."

Mao Fei stared at Zhuang Zhou, they danced so casually to the waltz under the moon, they huddled together and swayed from side to side, but Mao Fei liked it, the frizzy and thorny emotions in his heart were The dance room gradually faded away.

"Zhuang, do I look good?" Mao Fei asked in a low voice.

"Looks good, I like it." Zhuang Zhou kissed him between the eyebrows.

"Who looks better between me and him?"

"You look good."

Mao Fei was unwilling to be satisfied and hummed anxiously.

Zhuang Zhou's eyes are gentler than the music: "I want to marry you home, you are so beautiful that I want me to marry you home."

Mao Fei stopped, the more pampered he was, the more pantothenic the tip of his nose became.

"He played with me today, and I accompanied him. I also made up a story for him that the waiting person will appear soon, and they will finally get married. In the end, he played with me! He has seen your brother send I gave him a small video, he clearly knows who I am and what I look like, and he deliberately tried to scare me, I would be so angry when I think of this...he still calls you A Zhou," said Hugging Zhuang Zhou tightly, he vented, "He still calls you Ah Zhou!"

"It won't happen in the future." Zhuang Zhou scratched his hair and comforted him, "I'm sorry to make you feel wronged."

Mao Fei still shook his head and muttered, "It's not your fault, it's because he's too bad."

The rival in love only appeared for a few hours, which made him understand more deeply how much he cares about and likes Zhuang Zhou.

With a "beep", the washing machine finished working, and the music played softly in the quiet late night.

Zhuang Zhou held him in his arms, sat him down on the rattan chair, kissed him, and asked, "Feifei, let's go buy a ring tomorrow, shall we?"

After hearing this, Mao Fei grabbed his shirt tightly: "Okay, then you wear the ring to see him and make him give up!"

"If I don't wear the ring, I will make him give up." Zhuang Zhou said gently and earnestly, "The ring belongs to us. I bought it to please you and myself, not to stimulate him."

Mao Fei was a little stunned, he felt as if he had been preached, but his eyes couldn't stop getting hot.

This is not the first time rings are mentioned, the significance of rings has always been extraordinary, but he seems to have never ignored them.

When Zhuang Zhou mentioned it last time, he only thought that he was not suitable to wear it, but this time when he mentioned it again, he only thought of the use value of this ring.

Mao Fei was an afterthought, and finally realized what the ring represented at this moment.

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Why are you crying? Just cry when you say anything nasty."

Mao Fei circled his neck: "Zhuang Zhou."

"Huh?" Zhuang Zhou pecked his soft earlobe.

"Are you proposing to me?" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhuang Zhou's answer, he said to himself, "Whether you are or not, I will regard you as being."

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but laugh, pinching his face with one hand, and sighing: "Silly treasure, what is this---"

Mao Fei kissed him, and before the other party made an affectionate promise, he moved himself to a mess.

"I promise." He hugged Zhuang Zhou tightly and said, "Zhuang Zhou, I love you."