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Ji Huaiyuan brought Ye Ya to a western restaurant.

The decoration style of the restaurant is comfortable and pleasant, and the environment is elegant and quiet. Ye Ya chooses to sit in the open-air seats, and she will feel more at ease.The evening wind blows, and there is a long sparkling river below. The floating river reflects the feasting and feasting in the city center.

The summer night wind brings a refreshing coolness, blowing away the heat and fatigue of the day.

Ye Ya closed the menu and clicked his tongue, "You help me choose, I don't understand this."

What the hell, the restaurants opened in China are all in English, pretending to be aggressive.

Ji Huaiyuan gave a "hmm", ordered two snowflake steaks, and ordered an extra glass of milk, the waiter nodded and left with a smile.

Ye Ya asked uncertainly: "Milk?"

"I'll give you something to drink." Ji Huaiyuan said.

Ye Ya frowned unhappily, and resisted: "I'm not a child, so I won't drink."

Ji Huaiyuan didn't speak, his eyes fell on the river not far away, his eyes were deep and deep, as if he was thinking about something.

Ye Ya snorted, and he puffed up and stopped talking to him, and moved his eyes aside, casually observing the people and things around him.

It was very quiet on the balcony, there were only two or three customers, and they talked in a low voice deliberately when they were eating. Sitting here, Ye Ya could almost hear the sound of the wind blowing the river.

He squinted his eyes at this bustling city, and thought to himself, he really doesn't look like a person living in this city, probably the small alleys are the failure of the city, so dilapidated, poor and disorderly, it's the place where hooligans live Son.

The more Ye Ya thought about it, the more he felt dispirited. He threw away these thoughts and turned his attention to Ji Huaiyuan again.

Ji Huaiyuan was still wearing the shirt and trousers he wore during the day. The first button on his white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his delicate and beautiful collarbone slightly. Ye Ya stared at his graceful jawline in a daze.

In fact, he was able to get acquainted with someone like Ji Huaiyuan because of his faceless face, otherwise, how could he have known him, and how could he have eaten at such a place.

He is just a little bastard with no mother and no father.

His daily life should be eating instant noodles, squatting in Internet cafes, wandering the streets at night, drinking beer and eating barbecue with gangsters.

The waiter served the food.

Only then did Ji Huaiyuan withdraw from his thoughts, he glanced at Ye Ya, Ye Ya didn't know how to use a knife and fork, he turned his head to see how to use the table behind him, and he held a knife in his right hand and a fork in his left, just like a gourd painting. Cutting it felt too awkward, the steak kept slipping to the side, he put down the knife and fork, and asked Ji Huaiyuan, "Do you have chopsticks?"

Ji Huaiyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes."

Ji Huaiyuan called the waiter to take two sets of chopsticks. Under the strange eyes of the waiter, he politely bent his mouth and signaled her to leave.

Ye Ya moved her butt uncomfortably, and said hesitantly, "...you don't have to accompany me like this."

Ji Huaiyuan said calmly: "If you use chopsticks alone, you will attract people's attention even more. I'll just reduce your attention by accompanying you."

Ye Ya paused, and said "oh" silently.

Someone at the back table noticed them eating steak with chopsticks, and there was a murmur.

Ye Ya heard it with the tips of his ears, but he straightened his back even more, and sneered in response.

The little gangster Ye Ya swears in his heart: How I eat is in your business.

Ji Huaiyuan looked up at him: "?"

Ye Ya met his eyes inadvertently, was taken aback for a moment, and opened her mouth in a low voice: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Ji Huaiyuan lowered his head again, took a bite of the steak and chewed it slowly.

In the end, Ye Ya still drank the glass of milk, mainly because... he felt thirsty.

Ye Ya leaned her whole body on the back of the chair, patted her belly comfortably, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, "Not to mention, it's really delicious."

Ji Huaiyuan wiped the corners of his mouth quietly, put down the napkin, and casually placed his slender fingers on the table. He stared at Ye Ya with a calm and calm gaze, and then said, "Ye Ya, do you want to live with me?"

Ye Ya almost slipped off the chair.

Zhang Le called again to urge him to come over.

Ye Ya leaned against the lamppost without moving, and replied weakly: "Come here."

He hung up the phone, looked down at the shadow on the ground and continued to be in a daze.

I don't know how long it took before the phone rang again, and Zhang Le's roar exploded in my ears: "Why don't you come here the fuck! Why don't you look down on us?!"

Ye Ya immediately came back to his senses after being yelled at. He rubbed his ears and said perfunctorily, "We'll be there soon."

As soon as Ye Ya hung up the phone, he ran to the barbecue stand. He ran very fast, and the wind was picked up and blown towards his ears, which was both prickly and refreshing, and he felt a bit like himself.

The few of them eat barbecue at the same stall, mainly because they "know" the boss and can get free of charge. Every time they go, the boss complains endlessly.

Because they are still ordinary gangsters, and there is no leader who can support them, they can only do this kind of free-for-all. , Ye Ya came in relatively late, belongs to the younger generation, and usually doesn’t get along very well with others, and even went online to play games together only once, and then they disliked him and didn’t take him, so they would occasionally have a barbecue together and drink beer together Bottles of all kinds of bragging.

Ye Ya panted and sat in the empty seat, and before everyone could speak, he laughed and punished himself with three glasses of beer. He poured a full amount of beer, raised his head and took a sip, and after three glasses of beer, Ye Ya felt the beer in his stomach Mixed with milk, unspeakable nausea and nausea.

"Ye Ya." The prickly head sitting on the seat squinted at him, "You are really arrogant, you only came after calling three times."

Stab Tou is the eldest among them. He came out to play as soon as he graduated from elementary school. He is the oldest among them. He has a deep scar on his left cheek. He once served two years in prison for fighting and gang assault.

Ye Ya squeezed out a smile: "Brother, isn't this far away? I came here after running for a long time. Look at my sweaty head." After he finished speaking, he immediately stood up and poured himself a white glass, "This glass I apologize to you."

As soon as the white wine entered his mouth, Ye Ya's face was wrinkled from the heat, he squeezed his eyes and tried to finish the wine in the glass, ignoring the burning in his stomach, he turned the glass upside down with a sneer, "I'm done! "

Only then did the prickly expression improve, and he snorted coldly, "Sit down."

Ye Ya sat back in his seat, he quietly covered his stomach with his hands, panting for breath, as if trying to get rid of the discomfort.

They talked about this week's situation while eating barbecue. Ye Ya only picked some non-spicy skewers and ate them slowly to cover the burning sensation in his stomach.

"Ye Ya, how much did you earn this week?" The stabbing head suddenly changed the subject and aimed at Ye Ya.

Ye Ya froze for a moment, met the gaze of the prickly head, cursed in his heart, slowly put down the bamboo stick, and was about to speak, but was snatched by Zhang Le: "Ye Ya is with me this time. Do it, although he didn't earn any money, he also helped me a lot, it's his first time, brother, give him a chance to practice more."

"Brother, I'm sorry, I will definitely work harder next time." Ye Ya said hastily.

After eating a barbecue, Ye Ya lost all strength.

Probably because of being late, the stabbing head stared at him intentionally or unintentionally all night, Ye Ya got goosebumps from being stared at, and was restless all night.

After finally returning home, Ye Ya collapsed on the bed as if paralyzed, and did not move for a long time.

He remembered Ji Huaiyuan's words again.

The "living with him" that Ji Huaiyuan said was not simply living together.

Instead, he wants to support him and take care of his daily life.

...as an elder.

Perhaps, if he agreed, he would be able to live comfortably and return to school.

What he said to Ji Huaiyuan a long time ago suddenly appeared in Ye Ya's mind. At that time, his grandfather was still there, and his wish was very simple. He thought that if he was admitted to university, he would live a good life, and his grandfather would enjoy the rest of his life in peace.

Ye Ya turned over and got out of bed, took out a pair of underwear from the closet, and went to take a shower.

He directly flushed with cold water, and the cold water poured down from the top of his head. He was so excited that he shivered, quickly dried himself, put on his underwear and came out.

Covering his head with a towel, Ye Ya went to the kitchen to boil water, and after searching in the kitchen cabinet for a long time, he found a pack of Radix Banlangen. After thinking about it, Ye Ya took a cup, tore open the package, soaked it, and drank it.

He leaned back against the stove, drinking Banlangen one after another.

He thought of the way he bowed his head in front of the prickly head, and he thought of picking up steak with chopsticks with Ji Huaiyuan. The two scenes overlapped and overlapped, making people dazzled.

Ye Ya casually put the cup aside, closed his eyes, raised his head and looked up, feeling the blood rushing to the top of his head, he clicked his tongue.

All right, just live.

It's not good to be raised by someone.