Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

In the past, Jiang Qiao thought that Tang Mufan's "corridor room" was too much, but only now did he realize that there was something even more excessive, that is, four people lived in a corridor room.

Jiang Qiao's lips moved slightly, just as he was about to speak, he saw Tang Mufan sitting on the bed.

He was wearing a black vest, a pair of black shorts, and hugged an acoustic guitar he had never seen before in his arms. Looking at the bumps and bumps on the guitar, it should be a second-hand product from somewhere. He swipe the strings with his fingertips and came out The voice is crisp and sweet.

Very common sheets, the quilt was not folded, the pillows were lying crookedly on the bed, and a few pairs of trousers were hanging at the end of the bed. The boy was sitting in such a messy picture, but his whole body seemed to be glowing.

Against the backdrop of Tang Mufan's intermittent piano sound, Milk turns the scene around.

On the dining table, there is a bowl of tofu tomato soup and a portion of fried lotus root.

"The boss has been very angry recently, and he doesn't want to cook. I cook the dishes, and the soup is made by Xiaojiu. It's awesome. I asked a master to learn how to mix wine, but when I came back, I cooked a pot of soup for us. He also said The mushroom soup cooked by her master is also very delicious."

"We asked what it was, and he said he didn't know."

"I'm laughing to death, you idiot."

In the camera, Tang Mufan, who played a supporting role in Tomato Tofu Soup, smiled.

Milk took the phone and walked out.

The outside of the room is not a living room either. There are beds all over the wall, and there is only a bed in the middle that can barely pass through.

The most outrageous thing is that the balcony even put wallpaper on the window and put a bed.

Milk told him that because this location can enjoy the madness of the balcony exclusively, the bed fee is actually a bit more expensive than other locations.

Jiang Qiao: "If you didn't live here, I really doubt that this is a concentration camp for black workers."

"Hahaha." Milk laughed, "It's okay, when I get paid next month, we can move to another place to live, it's not me, my commission is much older, and the store has sold the most in just one month. "

"awesome."

The video also ended with Tang Mufan's intermittent piano sound. Jiang Qiao clicked the screenshot, and the captured image was a shot of a narrow aisle. The boy was sitting on the bed, holding a guitar in his arms. Dim lights.

Milk made an agreement with him that he would like to visit his villa if he had the opportunity. Jiang Qiao said that he could do it anytime, but remember to call before coming next time, so as not to be chased two blocks by the security guards.

The video call ended, and Milk went to wash his hands and serve the rice.

"Here, boss."

The plastic stool was very low, and he sat on it not much higher than squatting on the ground. He ate half of it, holding the bowl and looking out the window.

Suddenly asked: "Boss, do you think we can fly out?"

Tang Mufan said, "It's definitely possible."

Milk grinned.

"Actually, it's okay if you don't have one. I enjoy every minute and every second I spend with you."

Tang Mufan rubbed his hair.

"Don't dye it, it's dried into grass."

"Hey, okay."

It took Jiang Qiao a day to record all the scores sent by Milk.

He formally signed the contract with Yunan, and the other party said that he needed time to sort it out, and gave him another week of vacation.

Jiang Qiao thought that being idle was also idle, so he casually agreed to a gathering of a few cronies.

first day.

When swimming, a muscular man came over and insisted on teaching him backstroke. After Jiang Qiao made it clear that he liked dog planing, he stopped teaching him and started backstroke around Jiang Qiao.

the next day.

A wobbly and thin bamboo pole came, and Jiang Qiao insisted on teaching him how to play golf, so just teach him: "Rod, ball, hey, will you know?"

Day three.

This time, the date is more elegant, and I went to a tea house to taste tea.My friend made an appointment for a private room, and the tea artisan opposite Jiangqiao is said to be the 'leader', and he looks pretty good, but the left eyelid keeps twitching because of the ancient costume.

Day [-]...

Day [-].

They agreed to come to his house to have a barbecue. On the swing in the back garden, Jing Han put his arms around his shoulders and asked, "Dude, I don't understand, which one do you like?"

Jiang Qiao, who was drinking fresh lemon juice and forgot to add honey: "..."

He put down his glass and frowned, wondering if things were the way he thought they were?

Jing Han pinched his shoulder, raised his chin in a certain direction: "What do you think of that?"

Jiang Qiao followed his line of sight and made sure that there was only a boy in a hoodie standing on the grill in that direction, but he still didn't give up.

"How about what?"

Jing Han introduced like a bustard: "The high-achieving student in the music department seems to be in the same major as you, and has a common topic. The pure male college student should be young."

Jiang Qiao: "..."

Jing Han pushed back a little, pulled down his sunglasses and stared at him: "Damn it, you brought someone to your classmate's wedding, so why don't you pretend to me?"

Jiang Qiao thought about this sentence seriously, and finally understood.

Is it because the milk was too enthusiastic that day, coupled with the misunderstanding of the watch, that people understood it like this?

Jiang Qiao wants to explain, does he mean he has nothing to do with milk?But judging from the behavior of the other party introducing his companion to him, he didn't care about his relationship with Milk.Say he's not gay, but he is.

In the end, Jiang Qiao said: "I'm not interested in any of these people, I'm not interested in any of them."

Jing Han's expression ranged from bewilderment to shock, and finally to disbelief.

"Come on, brother, you are actually a mindless person, oh no, it's not surprising, after all, it's you."

In their circle, Jiang Qiao has always been the most special one. He was obsessed with studying at the beginning. Others spent money to go abroad to be gilded (indulgence). He took the college entrance examination. It's to hide from the paparazzi.

Jing Han lit a cigarette and was speechless.

"As expected of you."

Jiang Qiao didn't understand his logic, but he didn't really want to understand it either.

Jing Han can be regarded as growing up with him, and the reason why Xi Tong was regarded as a child, and he can only be regarded as a good friend, is simply because he is too rough and loves to play.I got a girl's stomach big when I was a teenager. The teacher brought the other's parents to the door to ask for justice. My father almost had a leg removed. I was thrown abroad for half a year. I didn't learn anything else. I bent myself and started to fuck men. He told his parents arrogantly: It's great to be a man, and you don't have to be responsible.

This kind of person can be described as scum in popular terms. Jiang Qiao always thought it was a miracle that he was not hacked to death.

He despises his views on love, and the reason why he is still willing to let him lie in his address book is because after Jing Han publicly came out, he told his parents: "I am sure now that I like men, and I will never be able to be with women in my life." Get married, in order to keep your children and grandchildren alive, you have to have another one, as for whoever you want to give your property to.”

At least for this point, compared to what he knew, men who were obviously gay but chose to get married, and who were still messing around outside after marriage were much more straightforward.

"What do your parents think?"

Jiang Qiao thought for a while, if the matter really spread like this, then his parents would have known about it long ago, but they haven't looked for him yet.

"I don't know." He looked at Jing Han, his eyes gradually became sharper, "But I can't be worse than you, my brothers are all married and have children, my eldest brother has three children, the issue of cutting off children and grandchildren is not considered. As for property, give it to whomever you love."

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Jing Han put his arm on Jiang Qiao's shoulder and laughed exaggeratedly.

"Speaking of which, damn it, it's been more than twenty years, and I don't even know that you like men."

Jiang Qiao said: "This is not something worth telling the world. I'm not as clueless as you are."

"Hey, I'm just sorry. If you said it earlier, maybe we could be a couple. I might have been able to force myself to like your type before. After all, I know the bottom line, maybe it can last for a long time. Now my taste It's fixed, I like waves, it's best to have a little purity in the waves, a little arrogance in the purity, and a little sexy in the arrogance."

Jiang Qiao kicked his calf.

"Why don't you want colorful black?"

On the last day of the holiday, Jiang Qiao received the performance time of the three-point ball band from Milk.

[It's done, let's go duck! ]

Jiang Qiao looked at the chat interface, not sure what he should reply.

After a while, he received a new one.

[Oops, boss's guitar is still where you are. ]

[Brother Qiao, can you come and deliver it on the day of the performance? ]

Jiang Qiao thought of the black card that hadn't been touched much, and the second-hand piano he had carefully maintained, and finally answered yes.

In order not to look like he was going there specifically for someone, Jiang Qiao called Jing Han, and Xi Tong said he was free, so the last ones to go out were the three of them.

Moon Bay had almost completely become his base, knowing that he was coming, the second floor was simply closed and reserved for the three of them.

Jiang Qiao didn't like this kind of special treatment very much, and felt that it ruined the original free and unrestrained style here, but he really couldn't bear to be squeezed in the crowd, smelling bad perfume and barbecue smell all over his body.

They took their positions on the second floor, turned on a small light, and could see the location downstairs without being seen by the people below.

Jiang Qiao said: "I'm not that nervous, it doesn't matter if I get caught on camera."

Jing Han said: "I'm afraid that if my sleeping model is exposed one day, your grade will be lowered."

Xi Tong said: "It's okay, I can pull back—"

Before he finished speaking, the heavy metal band downstairs came on stage, which scared Mr. Xi, who was used to listening to classical concerts.

Jiang Qiao understood his feeling that he couldn't laugh and couldn't speak at the moment. He had this expression the first time he seriously thought about the meaning of Tang Mufan's lyrics: "It's okay, just type 'fear' on the public screen."

He put his hand on Xi Tong's shoulder and almost bent over laughing.

Jing Han is calm and relaxed. After all, he has also slept with this one, and he has been fortunate enough to listen to several death gold exclusives.

"Come on, jump up."

Xi Tong frowned, resisting the physical discomfort, and cursed: "Get lost."

"Ahahahaha..."

Jing Han smiled smugly, ignored them, and was going to play disco.

Jiang Qiao remembered about the guitar, let him play the disco, and sent the guitar to Tang Mufan backstage.

He didn't think of it at this time, but he had been thinking about it all the time, but he felt that it was too deliberate to send it away as soon as he came, but now he let Jing Han take it, and he was worried about the delay.

He sat in his seat, a little restless.

Xi Tong reacted even more, couldn't sit still, and went to the bathroom.

Jiang Qiao followed, and the bathroom on the second floor was cleaned from the inside out, but the yellowed walls and the smell of poor-quality incense still made people dizzy.

Xi Tong washed his hands, and stood by the sink for a while.

"It's really uncomfortable. Shall I send you away?"

Xi Tong's expression was already very ugly, and there was undisguised disgust between his brows.

"Aqiao, I can understand that you care about your few friends, but no matter how much you care, it's just a chance encounter. You don't need to do anything for them, even if you want to arrange a show for them."

Jiang Qiao didn't want to argue with him, so he walked over to grab Xitong's arm.

"I'll take you back."