What should I do if I want to get back my first love but can't hold back my face?

Jiang Huai stood at the entrance of the South Gate Hotel, with a straight body, keeping an eye on the direction of the hotel gate from the corner of her eye, occasionally looking down at her phone.

As October approaches, the weather in Nancheng is still not much different except that the temperature difference between day and night becomes larger.At about six or seven o'clock in the evening, the wind of early autumn blows head-on, wrapped in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, which is not too strong, and brings a bit of coolness.

Probably because tonight is not a work-related party, Jiang Huai rarely wore a suit and tie. Instead, he wore a British-style shirt vest and a handsome long windbreaker. Half of his face was hidden under the black baseball cap. These outfits showed his natural strength His facial features played a considerable role in softening, even if the two long and straight legs had an aura of [-] meters, they did not stop the eyes of people passing by him.

Suddenly, Jiang Huai raised the brim of his hat with his hand, he took a step forward, taking advantage of his height and steps, he caught a glimpse of the car coming in at the door.

A small pink eDonkey followed behind a black car and slowly slid in.

Jiang Huai stepped down the steps in two steps and walked in the direction of Fang Zhen.

I don't know if it's the car that doesn't live up to it or the people who don't live up to it. Fang Zhen's car is not as fast as anyone can walk, and Jiang Huai catches up with him in a few steps.

"Stop!" Jiang Huai said from behind the car.

Fang Yu was startled like a conditioned reflex, and when he turned his head, he could still see the round eyes under his helmet.

Those who don't know may think that he was chased by ghosts.

Jiang Huai took two steps forward and asked him unhappy, "What's your expression?"

Before Fang Yi could speak, a staff member nearby came over and asked, "Hi sir, do I need to help you park?"

Fang Yi gave the car to the staff, gave Jiang Huai a sly look, and when he lowered his head to untie his helmet, he didn't know what to think, and he didn't move for a while.

Seeing this, the staff on the side reminded: "Sir?"

"Oh, good." Fang Yi hesitated for a moment, then said to Jiang Huai, "Turn around for a while."

Jiang Huai turned around inexplicably, and just stood there for a while. With the sound of the car being driven away, Fang Chun walked up to him, pointed the back of his head at him, and said sullenly, "Let's go."

Jiang Huai didn't think much about it, and only after walking a few steps did she start to feel that something was wrong. What's the matter with beating herself with the back of her head from the beginning to the end?

"What are you doing?"

Fang Yi lowered his head a little guilty, "No."

Jiang Huai gave a "tsk", stepped forward in two steps, put his hand on Fang Zhen's shoulder and looked at him closely, "Why are you pointing the back of your head at me?"

Reflexively, Fang Yi put his hand on his forehead, raised his head to look at him, his eyes drifted, "No."

Jiang Huai looked at him in this posture for a while, and began to wonder if Fang Zhen's forehead was broken, and seeing that the other party was covering his forehead secretly, it might be serious, and by the way, he suspected that Fang Zhen's forehead was broken for no reason. His brain was also a little bit broken, and his tone unconsciously became a little irritable, "Put your hands down."

Fang Zhen looked at Jiang Huai anxiously, seeing that this was Jiang Huai's usual expression when things were not to be discussed, so he couldn't help but put down his hand cowardly.

"..." Jiang Huai fell into a brief silence as she stared at the uneven strands of hair on the opponent's forehead.

Fang Jin pursed his lips, slowly blushed under Jiang Huai's solemn gaze, resisted not putting his hands on it, and asked him without much confidence, "Does it look stupid?"

Obviously yes.

Jiang Huai didn't answer the question, but asked him, "Did you cut it yourself?"

Fang Zhen was really ashamed to speak, and nodded slowly in the heavy atmosphere around him.

Jiang Huai just stared straight at Fang Zhen's exposed smooth and white forehead, his eyes wandered to the black temples and snow-white face, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and even his voice was a little hoarse, "Yes Not very pretty."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for anyone's consent, he took off his hat and put it on Fang Jin's head with his backhand, not forgetting to whisper, "Don't show it to others."

The brim of the hat covered Fang Zhen's blank eyes, just as he raised his hand to put the hat back on, Jiang Huai found a perfect excuse in just a few seconds, and said to him solemnly: "It will scare others."

Fang Yuan was even more at a loss.

Nanmen Hotel has an environment and service level comparable to its reputation. Surrounded by rockery and flowing water, the corridors are looped and looped. With a considerable distance, the concealment and appreciation are excellent.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a loud noise, and several people near the door turned their heads. Among them, He Weisheng was the first to react and shouted warmly, "Brother Jiang, sit here!"

Jiang Huai nodded in response, stepped forward, and Fang Zhen followed him into the door.

Sitting at the table in the back, Shen Dai heard the movement, glanced at the two people several times, and smiled meaningfully like a fox.

The two sat down at the table near the door, and Jiang Huai happened to be sitting next to He Weisheng. As soon as he sat down, He Weisheng began to boo, "Hey, brother Jiang, you are late."

Just happened to open two bottles of red wine on the table, because there was still a female classmate sitting there, so no white wine was opened.The people at the same table followed suit, shouting loudly, "That's it!"

"Drink, don't try to hide!"

Perhaps it was the time filter that diluted their memories of Jiang Huai, who was not easy to provoke, or the people at the table shouted louder and louder after drinking, "Drink, drink, drink!"

Jiang Huai walked through the gate of hell once, and her temper towards people and things has improved a lot. Seeing this group of second-year students was a little friendly.

He didn't intend to shirk, and simply said, "Okay."

The others didn't intend to embarrass him too much, they just wanted to have fun, and poured a small glass of red wine for him to drink as a punishment.

"Hey, wait a minute, there's another one here, you can't favor one over another!"

Fang Zhen sat in a corner, with his head bowed and wearing a hat. He really didn't have any sense of presence. As soon as he said this, everyone turned their eyes to him.

He Weisheng took a look at this, and was stunned for a moment. He has good eyes, and he knows people. Most of the students in the class can call out their names with a glance. I didn't have any impression.

Fang Zhen didn't like to participate in group activities before, but now no one cares whether you are hot or cold, I only saw you like this once in a few years, except for a few people, whose names and faces have long been forgotten , when you come to the wine table, you have to obey the rules, so everyone filled up the wine lively, and no one was disappointed.

Before the person who was fined drinking could speak, the person next to him spoke first.

Jiang Huai refused it nonchalantly, "He can't drink it, it hurts his stomach after drinking it."

Others don't know, but Jiang Huai knows Fang Ping's drinking capacity the most. One drink is enough to get drunk, no more.

Once these words come out, no one can persuade them anymore.

Jiang Huai's voice changed, and she smiled in the strange eyes of everyone, "Well, I'll drink it for him."

No one dared to have any objections, the only one who said "this seems to be against the rules", was stared at by others, and also silent in resentment.

Speechless for a while.

At this time, the man in the corner raised his head, showing a fair and clean face, and said to everyone: "No, I can drink."

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, he picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

In this fleeting moment, He Weisheng suddenly remembered who this person was.

Isn't this Fang Jing?

Jiang Huai's deskmate back then.

The reason why He Weisheng can remember it is that this scene is so familiar. When he was studying in the past, whenever someone who was not good-looking ran to tease Fang Zhen, Jiang Huai had such a virtue, seemingly unmoved, but in fact Which time is it not quietly protecting people secretly.At that time, there were still many people making fun of the two of them. If they were not both men, maybe...

He Weisheng stopped thinking and didn't dare to think about it any further.

Everyone was embarrassed, and pretended not to see this little episode, and continued to talk and laugh, but they didn't dare to make jokes about those two anymore.

"Dizzy or not?" Jiang Huai approached and asked in a low voice.

Fang Zhen shook his head, ate two pieces of fish with chopsticks, and didn't move anymore.

Fang Jin never puts on his face when drinking, his expression is as usual, his face is not red and he is not panting, he must be in a daze now

Jiang Huai sighed, fearing that he would have a stomachache if he drank on an empty stomach, so he greeted his tablemate, got up and went out.

After several minutes, he came in with a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

There was a boy at the same table who was about to make some jokes, but He Weisheng stabbed him calmly, making people puzzled, "What are you doing?"

He Weisheng looked at his nose, nose and heart, "Eat yours!"

Jiang Huai didn't care what the people at the same table thought, put the bowl in front of Fang Zhen, and said in a low voice, "Go to the kitchen to get it, I'll take your share, drink it soon."

Fang Yu didn't move, but still looked at him, "What about you?"

"I just took one, what else do you want?"

Fang Yu didn't speak, and pushed the bowl towards him.

Jiang Huai was afraid of him, and sighed, "I don't like porridge, can you save me some snacks?"

"Oh." Fang Zhen just picked up the spoon.

"Hey, old He," the straight guy next to He Weisheng nudged him, his eyes wandered to those two from time to time, his brows were furrowed, "Why do I think they are weird?"

He Weisheng barely maintained the expression on his face, resisted not looking over there, and said calmly: "Oh, it's an illusion."

"No," the buddy was very persistent in his point of view, "I really think it's weird."

He Weisheng didn't respond, just smiled lightly, and said in his heart:

I fucking thought it was weird back then!

The author has something to say:

Male classmate: Why are they so weird?

He Weisheng: Why are they GayGay?