When a weak bamboo horse differentiates into the strongest A

After being baptized by the mandarin duck hot pot, Luo Xing hissed, his face was reddened by the heat, and his delicate lips were also swollen from the heat. Under the warm light, they looked extraordinarily soft.

Zhong Chuchu suddenly began to envy Luo Xing.

If you can ignore other things and continue to be so nervous, it's actually pretty good.

But he has gone astray on the road of friendship, and it has gone too far.

In this way, the more heartless Luo Xing became, the more worried he became.

The hot pot was almost finished, Sun Jingyi took out the cream cake the three of them bought, and lit an "18" candle on it.

Luo Xing put the crown on Zhong Chu's head with his own hands, and elbowed him: "Brother, make a wish."

Zhong Chuu thought about the candle for a second, and then blew out the candle flame before Luo Xing turned on the camera to take a picture.

Everyone was startled, Luo Xing asked: "Why is the wish so fast?"

Zhong Chuchu: "No comment."

Luo Xing curled his lips: "Stingy."

While Sun Jingyi was cutting the cake, Xiao Yin glanced at her watch: "There are still two hours left, Brother Zhong is the only adult among us."

Li Hua added: "And it's the only one who can freely enter and leave the Internet cafe, Mu."

Luo Xing "hummed" twice: "That's all you've got, my brother's ambition, you little goose sparrow, don't mess around here."

Li Hua refused to accept: "What's wrong with the little goose sparrow? My little goose sparrow is just about to attack, and I want to go to the battlefield to kill everyone."

"Just your sunset red marksmanship still kills the world? You can't even peck at each other." Luo Xingyu taught earnestly, "Hua Zai, if you have nothing to do, play less games and study more, so as not to deceive your teammates."

Li Hua became angry from embarrassment: "I'm still cheating on you, what's wrong?"

Luo Xing rolled his eyes at him: "You bastard only dares to harm me, Ji Zheyu who has the ability to harm you."

Li Hua is such a tough-as-nails gamer that he often surrenders, not to mention his feet, but his male god Ji Zheyu is a game master, so he has to rely on Luo Xing to take him flying, but he has been fighting for a long time, and he still dare not chase people Well, Luo Xing was so miserable that he couldn't tell, and now he seized the opportunity to fight with him every second.

The two elementary school chickens chattered for a long time, and after a few minutes, they escalated into fighting, jumping up and down to apply cream to each other.

Sun Jingyi asked Xiao Yin with a bewildered expression: "Eat too much hot pot?"

Xiao Yin said with a dazed expression: "That's right... Anyway, they are the two who eat the most."

Zhong Chuchu sat beside him and drank silently, watching Luo Xing make a fuss.

Relying on his great strength, Luo Xing subdued Li Hua in the room like a violent ghost, transformed himself, wiped his face and sat back beside Zhong Chuchu in aggrieved manner.

He hooked Zhong Chuchu's shoulders carelessly: "Brother, someone bullies me, can you bear it?"

Zhong Chu tilted his head, and close at hand was Luo Xing's sly face, with a dollop of cream on the tip of his small nose.

The heart in his chest that had been weakened by Luo Xing's teasing suddenly throbbed violently again like a flash of light.

Zhong Chuchu really wanted to tell Luo Xing that he didn't have any big ambitions at the moment, and his most urgent idea was to quickly find a place where no one was around, hide a certain nonsense green plum, and rub it hard again.

Just like the wish he made in less than a second just now.

His wish was only two words: Luo Xing.

Looking at Zhong Chuchu's eyes that suddenly became wolf-like, Luo Xing made his little heart jump in fright, and his butt bounced half a meter away in an instant.

"Damn, what are you doing? Didn't you want to eat me?"

When I came out of the hot pot restaurant, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and there were still many people in the calling area outside, waiting for an empty table.

Luo Xing and his group took out their mobile phones to hail a taxi. They waited in line for a long time, and they managed to get one. It was Luo Xing who called on his mobile phone.

There was no room for five people in one car, so Luo Xing first arranged for Li Hua, Xiao Yin, and Sun Jingyi to get in the car, and after sending them away, he turned his head and found Zhong Chuchu standing under the streetlight, looking at his phone, his brows furrowed.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Luo Xing hurried over.

On the screen were two remittance information, one of 40 and the other of 50.

They are from Zhong Chuyuan's parents in country A and country F respectively.

Luo Xing was taken aback, and the hot mood that had just finished eating the hot pot also suddenly cooled down.

Zhong Chuchu's parents have never returned to China since they divorced and left the country. Eight years ago, they promised to come back and take Zhong Chuchu away, but they have not yet fulfilled their promise.

Although Zhong Chuli seldom mentioned his parents to Luo Xing, to be honest, Luo Xing didn't like these two people who had never met before.

As a parent, I have ignored my son for so many years, but on the last day before he became an adult, I remitted a huge sum of money without saying a word, which was like giving alms and closing the relationship.

Anyway, it's annoying enough to think about.

He quietly looked at Zhong Chuan's face, and when he was thinking about what to say to ease the atmosphere, Zhong Chuu turned off his phone and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go."

Luo Xing was stunned for two seconds, then hurriedly followed.

Next to the hotpot restaurant was the bridge, Luo Xing always walked a step slower than Zhong Chuchu, his cat peeked at Zhong Chuchu several times from behind, racked his brains, but still couldn't find a breakthrough.

It really freaked him out.

Zhong Chuchu usually looks quite powerful, but he is just a little cabbage.

The two walked along the bridge in silence for a while, when they suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing not far away.

It's half a minute until New Years Eve.

Every year in Jiang City, tens of thousands of people spend the New Year's Eve by the river, counting down with the bells. This is the tradition of Jiang City.

With a thought, Luo Xing grabbed Zhong Chuchu.

He clasped his hands to his mouth and shouted together with the countdown of thousands of people: "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Zhong Happy New Year—Happy New Year—"

The old bell rang for a long time, and beautiful fireworks rose from the sky in an instant.

Luo Xing's bright smile was instantly illuminated by fireworks, like a bright star, falling into Zhong Chuchu's somewhat dark eyes, splashing an indescribable impulse.

Fortunately, there are always stars willing to stay on the worst night.

The fireworks gradually died down, and Zhong Chuchu's chest was emptied for a moment. Since then, he lost all his struggles, leaving only his unstoppable heartbeat.

He likes Luo Xing.

It is not satisfied with a temporary mark, but wants to have a permanent possession.

I like it so much that I don't know how much I like it.

Zhong Chuchu let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Little Xing, Happy New Year."

With unprecedented affection.

Seeing that his brother finally smiled, Luo Xing's heart sank with a "plop".

He walked through the night breeze and hooked Zhong Chuchu's shoulders jokingly: "It's been a long time since I followed suit, why don't we go to the riverside for the New Year's Eve next year too."

After zero o'clock, Jiang City was still bustling with activity. The oncoming people were young people in groups of twos and twos, mostly couples, wearing cat ears and rabbit ears that would glow, and festive lights were hung on the flower beds and street trees.

The later the New Year's Eve, the harder it is to get a car. After trying for more than ten minutes at the intersection, the two gave up and decided to take a walk back.

At this time, the temperature has dropped below the freezing point, and the countdown to the New Year's Eve is over, and it is freezing cold in a blink of an eye.

Because of his good health, Luo Xing didn't like to add more clothes in winter, and now he was taught how to be a man by midnight in the middle of winter, and walked three miles in one breath, his hands and feet were still cold.

He glanced at Zhong Chuchu. Zhong Chuchu's overcoat was made of woolen, with big pockets. It looked a hundred times warmer than the polyester fabric on him.

He was salivating, and finding the right moment, he put his hand into Zhong Chu's pocket unceremoniously.

Zhong Chuu's hand touched Luo Xing's hand unexpectedly, and in the next second, Zhong Chuu moved away by a millimeter.

Luo Xing: "?"

He touched again, but the other party still moved away quietly.

He just didn't believe in this evil, and his restless crampons chased in the big pocket for a long time, but he couldn't touch the warm palm he was thinking of.

"It's boring."

Luo Xing muttered in frustration, and was about to pull out his hand, but was held tightly by Zhong Chuu in the next second, and pushed it back forcefully.