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They are probably the most irrational consumers. They bought a full-price ticket, but only stepped on the boat for half an hour before the park closed.

Xia Xin was suddenly criticized for his consumption concept, so he asked him seriously, "Then where should we go next?"

Mi Zhiqiu clapped his hands, "Eat hot pot."

So the two people who had just finished their fast food rode their bicycles like they were shopping in an alley, and went to the bustling place without looking for a store.The last time Mi Zhiqiu sat in the back seat of his car was winter, he curled himself up, afraid that a little wind would leak into his collar.

Perhaps summer and bicycles are like a natural match. When Mi Zhiqiu mentions bicycles, he will imagine summer, turning a corner on the coastline, and smelling the smell of the sea.This was the first time he experienced summer sitting in the back seat of the car. He stretched out his hand and felt the wind hitting his palm, like touching silky water.

They seem to have done a random math problem. They rode there when they encountered a street with many cars, and walked in when they saw a good-looking hot pot restaurant.

Mi Zhiqiu said, "Do you feel the warmth of the motherland?"

Even though the hot pot and summer are steaming hot, but the air conditioner is turned on too much, and the gushing air makes Mi Zhiqiu, who has not started eating, fold his arms.

Xia Xin suddenly laughed, "You are too unconvincing."

Probably out of some longing for spicy food, Xia Xin suddenly chose the spiciest one, and Mi Zhiqiu didn't slow down until the way back, as if taking a breath of wind, the mouth could wake up with the coolness.

Spicy is pain, which is different from sour, sweet, bitter, and salty, but even so, people have different preferences for taste and pain about spicy.

Capsaicin is an alkaloid that urges the temperature of nerve cells to increase, creating the illusion of an electric shock.These stimuli are progressive and finally delivered to the brain, using endorphins to make people happy.Endorphins are not the same as dopamine. Today, seeing Xia Xinran again after four seasons, the happiness is due to endorphins, but being carried by him on a bicycle and shaking his feet with slippers, the happiness is due to dopamine.

There are different forms of Xia Xinran's happiness, and his brain tells him that there are roots to follow.

It was a bit late when I got home, Mi Zhiqiu's parents went back to the bedroom to sleep after welcoming Xia Xin, Mi Zhiqiu simply moved the table, stool and watermelon to the garden.

There will be the smell of dew at night, and the sound of insects is unique to summer.When he was watching TV dramas since he was a child, he discovered that the Japanese would sit in a place like a corridor, take watermelons out of the well and cut them, and look out from under the eaves with the moon above their heads.Later I learned that this design is called Yuanbian in Chinese, which is a kind of gray area, and it is the stilt under the eaves.He really likes the scene of everyone sitting on the edge watching the fireworks from an overhead perspective, so he invites his parents to eat watermelon in the garden to pretend the romance.

Mi Zhiqiu's father refused thoroughly, "There are mosquitoes in the garden."

But Xia Xinran was under the eaves, so he had to listen to his arrangement, feed the mosquitoes with him, and cut the watermelon seriously.

Mi Zhiqiu held his chin and pointed to the lawn, "That video was shot here. I noticed it this morning. The ghost umbrella really disappeared during the day, and now it reappeared. It's amazing."

Xia Xin suddenly glanced sideways, and it seemed that milk-colored pearls fell into the dark grass, which were round and plump mushrooms, "So will the dog really pee in the sky when it sees it?"

Mi Zhiqiu thought, "Then I'll try borrowing a dog from my neighbor tomorrow."

Xia Xinran seems to have been working in the kitchen for a few months, and the cut melons have become much more beautiful. Each slice has an even thickness and is round and fan-shaped.

Mi Zhiqiu held a piece in his hand, bit the sweetest tip, looked at the watermelon seeds on the cut surface that were holding the flesh and refused to fall, and asked Xia Xinran, "Why do you say you have been drowning?"

Xia Xin wiped the knife with paper suddenly, like a ruthless executioner, said in a low voice, "Yes."

This question was returned in another way, and Mi Zhiqiu took another bite of the watermelon, watching pink tears overflowing from the plump red, dripping a drop on the table.

He had played a game called Onmyoji before, and the most precious shikigami in it was ssr. He was a very dark-faced person, and he had never been able to draw a powerful shikigami, so he hoped to piece together one from fifty pieces.

But this is a process with only two outcomes, to have or not to have.

It's like assembling everything about the person you like, and then cheering, we are only 90.00% away from each other.

But in fact, as long as there is one fragment missing, there is nothing.

Missing a look, missing a word, or even a step away, there is nothing.

He and Xia Xinran always seemed to be unable to get the last piece. A piece was added here, and a piece fell off there. He always thought it was because he didn't get the sense of security he wanted, but now he knew it was just because he didn't admit it. The sense of security you have.

He knew that Xia Xinran would come back, he knew that Xia Xinran would come, actually he didn't know these things, these were the affirmations Xia Xinran gave him.

Mi Zhiqiu desperately hopes that the other party will value him more, but he always finds that the other party likes him more than he imagined.Want to find out the feelings of the other party, want to occupy the high ground, want to hold the other party tightly in your own hands.

Mi Zhiqiu bet all his chips bravely, but the opponent turned over his cards and told him that he was willing to admit defeat.

He seemed to see the timing when Dahei spoke to him.

Every time Xia Xinran was by his side, he had a chance to fill the last vacancy.

Mi Zhiqiu's expression was indifferent, trying to pretend to be comfortable, but watermelon juice fell on his hand, and the juice fell on his hand like a sweet opening in a flower, and he didn't even feel it.

Mi Zhiqiu asked, "So do you still like me?"

"Also" is like a message, telling him that he understands, but it seems that he just wants to hear the answer.

Xia Xin looked at him seriously, a little light from the room showed that he was too white, just like the pulp exposed after a coconut was cut open, so white and sweet.

Xia Xin suddenly reached out to take the piece of watermelon, took his hand and pulled it to his mouth, like a pious kiss, lightly touching the place where the juice slipped.

"Ah..." Xia Xin's voice suddenly sighed was different from the usual bright and beautiful, with a hint of hoarseness.

He replied, "Can I kiss you."

Answer the question as in the previous question.