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"What about the two starlings?"

"I was asked to leave by my dad, saying he was smarter than his parrot."

"Ah! Is it to let the mynah teach the parrot to talk?"

"Or show it off to his bird friends."

Standing in the middle of the cross-river bridge and looking at the night view of the river, you will feel a sense of vastness and insignificance.

Mao Fei folded himself into a smaller size again, leaning on the protective fence and thinking: "If they are still here with you, then we will have flowers and grass, cats and birds. And they will definitely learn to speak, isn't it?" The whole room is full of 'Zhuang ah' one after another."

Zhuang Zhou was provoked into laughter by him, and when he was about to make a joke, his cell phone rang, and it was Song Yusong from the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Mao Fei craned his neck to pretend to be eavesdropping, Zhuang Zhou simply switched on the speakerphone, and Song Yusong said solemnly, "Old Zhou."

Normally, Zhuang Zhou would reply with a modal particle, or also greet "Old Song", but today, Zhuang Zhou joked: "Song Rener."

Song Yusong was stunned for a second, surprised: "Hey, why are you so kind today? Miss me?"

Mao Fei was also stunned for a second, and blinked at Zhuang Zhou in disbelief: Is this true? !

"That's because you and my assistant's cat have the same name," Zhuang Zhou said with a smile, "It's a Munchkin, and your legs are longer than it."

Song Yusong thought he said "Get out": "It's a pity that I still miss you. Then whoever seems to have gone back, be careful."

Zhuang Zhou said "hmm": "Thank you for your concern, I have passed one round of tricks."

"What!" Song Yusong raised his voice an octave in surprise, "Tell me!"

"Too lazy to say, you don't have to worry, Feifei is protecting me."

"...fuck, I'm blind."

Zhuang Zhou laughed, hugged Mao Fei into his arms, and said in a low voice, "I seem to hear someone grinding their teeth."

"You heard me right," Mao Fei rubbed his head against his cheek, muttering, "Just mentioning it makes me angry!"

The small talk between the two failed to escape Song Erbiao, he choked up and said with difficulty: "It's not...you, you two...you...Mao Fei is here too?"

Even the wind in the river couldn't blow away the heat from Mao Fei's face, he said obediently, "Hello, Teacher Song."

Song Yusong: "..."

Zhuang Zhou came out of the silence and couldn't say a word, maybe he was scolded in his heart: "Okay, come back quickly, lest he really come to the school and it will end badly."

"It's coming soon." Song Yusong draws a long tone, it seems that he has completely abandoned the dignity of being a teacher in front of the students, and he said sadly, "Thanks to your brother, I am now being talked about by my father every day, saying that I am 27 I have never been in a relationship once, so let me hurry up. I will hurry up and come back at the end of the month, and I should be able to catch up."

"Wait a minute," Zhuang Zhou realized that he was out of the situation, and he grasped the key point, "What do you mean by my brother's blessing? And just in time for what?"

"...Don't tell me you don't know about your brother's engagement banquet?"

"...I really do not know."

Zhuang Zhou felt the person in his arms stiffen into a ball, his intuition was terrible, he hung up the phone after a few words, hugged Mao Fei tightly and coaxed: "Don't be afraid, I'll just ask my brother."

All the excitement and joy tonight turned into panic at this moment, Mao Fei turned around and grabbed Zhuang Zhou's shirt, his lips parted and closed in anxiety but couldn't speak, the little brother Pei who was full of him knew?

When the phone was connected, Zhuang Mu seemed to heave a sigh of relief: "Speak."

Zhuang Zhou was still on the speakerphone, he asked, "Where is it?"

"Dad here, he has lost three chess games in a row, and he can't stop playing chess."

"Then stop it. Let me ask you, are you getting engaged? Why don't I know the time, place, or person?"

Zhuang Mu said with a smile: "You are busy dating your little friend, and you can't help me if I tell you. The preparations are almost ready, and the news will be released in a few days, and you will have a sister-in-law."

Mao Fei was buried in the socket of Zhuang Zhou's shoulder, he didn't know whether he was angry or anxious, he panted so hard that Zhuang Zhou's shoulder was hot.

Zhuang Zhou stroked his hair reassuringly, without turning a corner at all, and asked, "Is it because you really like it, or because of commercial interests?"

Zhuang Mu said "Well", "Half and half, it doesn't matter."

The commercial interests that can make Chichao tempted, Zhuang Zhou pondered: "When is it in a few days?"

"Isn't this discussed with our dad? It hasn't been decided yet."

"It's settled and tell me."

As soon as Zhuang Mu said "OK", Mao Fei couldn't help shouting, "Don't hang up!"

Zhuang Zhou leaned on him, put the mobile phone in front of him, and said softly: "Tell me."

Mao Fei hugged Zhuang Zhou's waist tightly, as if he was trying to gain a sense of security and avoid the answers he didn't want to hear. He asked, "Little brother Pei...does he know?"

I only heard Zhuang Mu laugh out loudly: "I didn't tell him, do I want to tell him? Then I'll--"

"Don't!" Mao Fei's nose was sour, "Don't tell him, you don't need to tell him now."

Zhuang Mu laughed at Mao Fei and said, "Little friend, don't you think too much? Then who is in a hurry, coax."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Fei was depressed in Zhuang Zhou's arms.

Confusion, bewilderment, worry, unwillingness to believe, and other messy emotions tangled together, making him mutter to himself: "Is it true?"

The river wind is humid and cool, and the embrace is thick and warm.

Mao Fei stuck to Zhuang Zhou's body greedily, raised his face and begged for help, "Did I think too much?"

Zhuang Zhou bowed his head and kissed him: "I hope so."

"Although Xiao Pei said that he is not a good person, he is not stupid, and he will not ask for trouble, but I just have a feeling, and I can't explain it clearly." Then I stood up again, "It's my head full of When it comes to dating, I hope that everyone can be happy with each other, so is it because he is hard to understand?"

Zhuang Zhou sighed, "Silly baby."

Mao Fei was depressed for a while, then nodded again to beg for marriage, and repented: "You are mine, Jiang will find someone else to make love with each other."

There was still half of the bridge left and they didn't want to leave, so the two snuggled together and returned the same way.

Mao Fei sang a song against the wind, and hummed the "Marriage March" while pinching the ring around his neck that was warmed by the ironed skin. Zhuang Zhou was so provoked that he asked him, "Do you want to recite it?"

Isn't this a bridge that only exists in movies? There is an intimate silhouette on the long neon bridge at night.

Mao Fei jumped up and fell on Zhuang Zhou's back. He leaned into his ear and said, "Zhuang Zhou, I love you so much."

The two-way four-way street is full of traffic, the sound of cars roars, the evening wind is blowing, and the undercurrent is turbulent under the calm river.

This "I love you" is insignificant, and it will disappear between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.

Zhuang Zhou cherished it in his heart, and he carried him firmly: "I love you too."

In the dark night, there are two people in 214 who are selling second-hand.

Ran Qing was carrying his cosplay costumes and props one by one, and Xia Xiaoxiao was in charge of making good-looking shots. He said: "I can hang one on Xianyu, and I can also hang one on our school network. Maybe someone will ask ask."

"Yeah." Ran Qing put down the long skirt, picked up his fake breasts, and reminded, "Be especially careful, don't take pictures of my face!"

"I'll keep the pictures for myself, and I'll cut them off when I upload them," Xia Xiaoxiao said with a smile, "It's commonly known as shameless."

Ran Qing scolded him with a smile, pretending to throw him with fake breasts, and when the two of them were about to quarrel, there was an untimely knock on the dormitory door.

Outside the door was Zhuang Qiang who hadn't seen him for three days. When Ran Qing and the others left on Friday, Zhuang Qiang was still looking forward to the East Lake location on the weekend. Why is it so different now?

A pair of white sneakers was extremely dirty, with a lot of mud stuck to the sides of the shoes. Zhuang Qiang looked haggard, his hair was messy with grass leaves, he thanked Xia Xiaoxiao with a face full of faces, and then sat down on the chair, precariously stunned .

Xia Xiaoxiao felt very strange, and they went to ask the dormitory next door during the break in the afternoon: "Did something terrible happen to our 214?"

The faces next door were confused: "No, the weekend is quiet, we are all in class today, what can be the matter?"

So up to now, Zhuang Qiang's messy bed is still an unsolved mystery.

Xia Xiaoxiao and Ran Qing looked at each other, thinking, the three roommates lived for three years, one after another they fired shock waves at me, what the hell is going on?

He took half a step closer to Zhuang Qiang, and tentatively asked, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Zhuang Qiang's eyes were blank and he didn't say a word.

Ran Qing was also concerned: "Zhuang Qiang, are you okay? If you have something to say, you can talk to us."

The whole room was eerily quiet.

Just when Xia Xiaoxiao was about to question forcefully, Zhuang Qiang moved. He stood up and grabbed his towel from the hanger, then grabbed a piece of clothing from the closet, and went into the bathroom in a daze.

It wasn't until the door was tightly closed that Ran Qing looked away and said in a low voice, "It seems he didn't take the meal card."

How do I wash it without a meal card?

Xia Xiaoxiao looked at the messy desk, didn't look for it at all, grabbed his meal card and knocked on the bathroom door: "Zhuang Qiang, here's the card for you."

It took a few seconds for the door to open, revealing a hand and a pale "thank you".

It's really weird.

After a while, the sound of dripping water finally came.

While collecting the costumes and props all over the floor, Ran Qing guessed in a very low voice: "Something must have happened."

Xia Xiaoxiao helped him collect it together: "Could it be that their Hanfu club has internal strife? The filming didn't go well?"

The two looked at each other, and shook their heads tacitly together.

Suddenly, a few suppressed cries seemed to be squeezed out from the gap between the teeth and the door, which immediately interrupted their full of doubts and made the two of them freeze in place in a daze.