As a skilled bamboo horse, gradually change to attack

Jiang Zhou was still thinking about what Jiang Linan usually likes to eat, whether the taste is salty or bland, so that he can compare with the person who wears glasses and looks malicious. His brother, only he can understand.What others understand is one-sided, only he can understand what kind of person his brother really is.

It's just two years of absence, and it's not the turn of other miscellaneous people to show off to him how much they know about his brother.In the past two years, any changes in my brother, any subtle changes, he must know.

The elder brother's ears are soft, and with a little bit of pulling and pulling, anything can come out.In this respect, no one else could compare to him, after all, my elder brother would only be soft on his ears.

It should be the only way to be soft-hearted to him.

He suddenly began to think about this sentence, maybe there is also Meng'er, but it's my brother's own sister, it's nothing.

It's been two years, it's been two years.

My brother has been in this environment for two years. There is a Han Yongbai, and there is a second and a third.

Brother, have you ever been soft on others?

Or... have you ever had a boyfriend?

He suddenly panicked, feeling that no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember what his brother liked to eat. Looking at the row of words on the recipe, he felt that he knew every word, but when combined, it seemed that he didn't know any of them.

What does brother like to eat?

I never asked what kind of person my brother likes.

"What does Xiao Zhou want?"

Hearing these words suddenly, Jiang Zhou came back to his senses, looked at Jiang Lin'an in a daze and said, "What do I want?"

"Didn't you like sweet things before? Do you want Jinsha corn? Or sweet and sour pork ribs?" Jiang Linan put the tip of his pen on the notebook, ready to write.

Jiang Zhou didn't speak, and thought for a while before reacting.

My brother is asking him what he wants to eat, and my brother still remembers his favorite taste.

All those questions just now were forgotten by him. He pursed his lips, dragged the recipe in front of him, and said around the bend: "Golden sand corn, I don't want to eat it."

He doesn't order any of the dishes recommended by Han Yongbai.

He raised his eyes and looked to the side, his eyes fell on Han Yongbai through Jiang Linan.

My elder brother still loves him, which is beyond comparison to outsiders, so he couldn't help feeling complacent, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's have sweet and sour pork ribs."

Han Yongbai's face turned pale, and he didn't speak any more. Jiang Lin'an's thoughts were clear to him, and he felt that what he did just now really made people feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhou's identity is different, no matter how you say it is the younger brother, he is just a person who is not very familiar, and he may not even be considered a friend.

This time, it was indeed abrupt.

Jiang Lin'an wrote down the sweet and sour pork ribs in his notebook. No matter what posture he used to write his handwriting, it looked good, and it was smooth and neat at the same time.

"Go on," he said.

Jiang Zhou flipped through the recipes casually, pointed to the dry pot and said, "A combination of rabbit and fat intestines." He actually likes to eat chicken, but some people order it, and he doesn't want it.

He put down the recipe and also asked Xiang Zuoyang and Qiu Minglang.

"Do you want some?"

Zuo Yang leaned softly on the table, tapping the bowl lightly, "Order, order, hurry up, I'm going to starve to death."

"Hurry up." He flipped through it again, "Kung Pao Chicken...Fish-flavored pork shreds and boiled pork slices are ready. My brother likes tofu, right? Order Mapo Tofu."

These few dishes were enough to eat, and Jiang Linan quickly memorized them all.

Jiang Zhou took out the booklet, smiled at the proprietress and said, "Sister, we've ordered the dishes!"

"Hey!" The proprietress walked over with big strides, "I'm already hungry, my sister asked the kitchen to cook for you first!"

"Thank you sister!"

It's as if honey has been smeared on the mouth, one mouthful of one sister, which is called a thief Shunliu.

"Brother." He turned his head to look at Jiang Linan again.

Jiang Lin'an frowned slightly. The brothers and sisters were screaming, but he couldn't tell what it was like. Anyway, he didn't feel very comfortable.A bit, not so close feeling, if anyone can call brother and sister, then this name is too cheap.

"Brother, are you hungry? Would you like some food first? I'll call."

"It's okay." Jiang Lin'an said.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" Zuo Yang raised his hand impatiently, he was almost starved to death.

Jiang Zhou glanced at him, said oh, and ignored him.

Zuo Yang understood now, Jiang Lin'an said he was not hungry, so Jiang Zhou would not go to cook.He looked at Han Yongbai, but he didn't mean to be hungry, and he looked at Qiu Minglang, and he didn't mean to be hungry either.

All right, thinking that everyone is not hungry, he is the only starving ghost.

So why did he follow these people here to suffer?He also had to endure the fiery gazes of the people around him, but none of these gazes fell on him at all, and they were all looking at the three on the opposite side.

I can see enough to see the handsome guy.

Come on, do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

"Hit more!" Jiang Zhou shouted at him.

The veins on Zuo Yang's forehead twitched slightly, this table is full of uncles!

While waiting for the food to be served, Jiang Zhou reached into Jiang Linan's bag.

"Why?" Jiang Linan's hands were in his pockets, the space was limited, and the two hands could only stick tightly together.

"Where's my brother's coin? Am I playing?" Jiang Zhou kept scratching between Jiang Linan's fingertips, but he couldn't touch the two coins, but he still didn't intend to pull his hand out.

Jiang Lin'an touched the other side, jingled twice, put the coin on the table, "Take it out."

There are only two ordinary coins, nothing special, but Jiang Zhou still holds them with his fingertips and keeps playing with them, scratching them over and over again with great strength.

Brother's things, I want to cover all of my brother's things with my taste.

Jiang Zhou thought so in his heart, and added a little more strength.

"The Chinese New Year concert that I told my brother a few days ago, said that the program has been prepared one after another. I plan to sign up in these two days." I like playing the piano since I was a child, which is different from my parents forcing me to learn the piano. , he likes it himself.

He also likes to play the piano. When he was a child, he clamored for people to listen to him play the piano every day. He felt that few people were better than him.

Jiang Linan got almost all his knowledge of music from Jiang Zhou. Although he was not too interested, if the young master forced him to listen, he could only compromise.

"Okay." Jiang Linan said.

"New Year's concert?" Han Yongbai asked suddenly.

This is the reason why I felt that I was still excellent even though my grades were not good. Jiang Zhou had been waiting for him to ask, and stacked two coins together with a snap, and asked, "Why? Do you understand?"

"Probably." Han Yongbai used his thumb to tear open the film of the bowl, and said slowly: "If you want to go, I can take you there."

Jiang Zhou sneered, and said nonchalantly: "No need, I can go by myself."

Isn't it just staying in this school for two years?It's as if the senior is leading the junior, and he still needs to take care of it?Really inexplicable.

"Mr. Jiang, you don't know. Brother Bai is the conductor of the orchestra. He is in charge of the program of the New Year's concert. If you want to go, you have to go through him." Qiu Minglang, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said something. hair worship.

Jiang Zhou coughed unnaturally twice.

Pass who?Pass by Han Yongbai?He clutched the coin tightly in his hand, a little surprised.

"Brother Bai, I heard some time ago that the Chinese New Year Concert is short of a piano? Here's a gift for you. Although I haven't heard President Jiang play it before, it's definitely very good!" Qiu Minglang pointed to Jiang Zhou, as if he had finally found it. He was excited about the opportunity to talk to the male god, and he didn't care about Jiang Zhou's feelings at all, so he kept recommending it to Han Yongbai.

"Really?" Han Yongbai smiled, "Wait for the last evening self-study, do you want to go to the music room with me?"

The speaker does not know whether it is unintentional, but the listener must have intentions.Jiang Zhou didn't answer right away. According to his personality, if he had to go through Han Yongbai to perform at some concert, he would rather not go.

But if he really didn't go, wouldn't it make others think that he wasn't as good as he boasted, and that he was all putting on airs, and his real kung fu would be gone as soon as he used it.

None of them want to.

He unconsciously rubbed the coins in his hand, thinking about what to do next, but he didn't think of any better way.

"Didn't you get fined these two days? You probably don't have time tonight." Jiang Lin'an said lightly, "Let's talk about it at another time?"

"That's really unfortunate." Han Yongbai expressed his understanding, and asked Jiang Zhou, "Then when will you have time, Xiao Zhou, you can just go to the music room, there is a teacher there."

As if he had seen through Jiang Zhou's mind, he continued: "Actually, I'm just a conductor. Whenever it's my turn to manage the show, it's all decided by the teacher."

"The boiled pork slices are here!" A waiter slammed the basin down on the table, covered with a thick layer of chili, and the aroma of red oil wafted out.

Zuo Yang's hand holding the rice finally stopped, and he looked at the pot of meat on the table with tears in his eyes, and heard another sound from his stomach, "It's almost time to eat!"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs!" Another dish was served.

"Smells so good!" Qiu Minglang yelled.

"Stop talking! I'm going to starve to death! Eat seriously!" Zuo Yang stretched out his hand, and immediately put several pieces of meat into his bowl, feeling satisfied immediately.

Han Yongbai also stretched out his chopsticks, "The boiled pork slices are really delicious, Xiaozhou is a good order."

The atmosphere finally returned to normal, and there was no smell of gunpowder in the air, and the smell of food covered up everything.

But Jiang Zhou's mood has not yet returned to normal. Although Han Yongbai did not decide on the program of the concert, he suddenly felt that some of the things he was proud of were also shared by others. He was so unhappy that he lost his appetite at all. .

Jiang Lin'an helped him take out the bowls and chopsticks, and made some food for him, but Jiang Zhou didn't regain his senses.

"Eat." Jiang Linan put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in his bowl.

Jiang Zhou nodded, put the coin on the table stiffly, and prepared to eat with chopsticks.

"Don't think so much." Jiang Lin'an said suddenly: "You play the piano better than anyone in this school, those teachers are not as good as you, do you know that?"

Obviously, what he said was not emotional at all, it was superficial, but when the tip of Jiang Zhou's tongue just tasted the sweetness of ribs, he felt that his whole body was sweetened, and he blinked at Jiang Lin'an , whispered: "I know, I just don't want to contact him."

"If you don't get in touch with him, how can you prove that you are very powerful?"

Jiang Zhou looked at the pork rib on the chopsticks, and felt a bad taste in his heart. He quickly picked it up and stuffed it into Jiang Linan's mouth.

"Brother, is it delicious?" He raised the corners of his mouth, wiped off the excess sauce from the corners of Jiang Linan's mouth with his fingertips, and said with a smirk, "I'm much better than him, everyone will know!"

Seeing Jiang Linan's expression of being reluctant but still able to eat the food, Jiang Zhou's mood became better and better.What Han Yongbai is just a passerby.

With his chopsticks in his mouth, Jiang Zhou thought to himself with a smile that the pork ribs his brother ate smelled of him.