chatter [entertainment]

What are you doing for these two.

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make a reservation." Brother Tian shook his phone and sat on the small sofa to watch the two of them.

Sher had cut off his other hand, and began to announce the names of the dishes without raising his head: "Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose."

Brother Tian: "..."

Brother Tian didn't want to respond, but he was curious if he could really recite, so he asked, "Is there any more?"

"Braised pig, stewed duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower belly, dried meat, sausage." Xie Er lived up to expectations and recited a few more.

Brother Tian let out a "huh" and then asked, "What else?"

Shell looked up at him slightly, then lowered his head while cutting and said, "You order this bunch for me first, and I'll talk about it later."

Brother Tian: "..."

Wu Fuyang laughed. He knew that Xie Er knew these things, and he also knew that Brother Tian was just curious, so it was impossible for him to really give him some.

Brother Tian coughed and said, "That's fine, let's use hot pot."

Then he walked out, and before closing the door, he said, "Leave at seven, remember."

Before the door was completely closed, Brother Tian heard Xie Er say, "How do you look at the cut, doesn't it look good?"

The door was closed, and he didn't hear Wu Fuyang's response, but he remembered that when he first entered the door, he felt for a moment that these two people seemed to be playing some strange Play.

It's not his problem, no one asks others to cut their nails... Oh, yes, nail salon or something.

Then how can a man be willing to cut other men's nails... Probably not?

As a mother-fetal single, Brother Tian has no such experience, only his mother cut it for him, and it was before his first grade of elementary school.

But Brother Tian asked himself, if Wu Fuyang reached out with nail scissors and asked him to cut his nails, he would really not refuse.

Because he dare not.

In the room, Wu Fuyang raised his hand and looked at his nails both front and back, and hummed respectfully.

Shell put away the nail clippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Wu Fuyang dug out the suitcases of the two of them and began to pack their things.

He didn't bring many things, and some of them stayed here directly. After all, there was no guarantee that there would be any sudden activities that required them to live together.In just 5 minutes, Wu Fuyang had picked out the things he wanted to take away and piled them on the bed.

There were a few strands of hair that couldn't be pressed down. Sher wet her hair a little and wiped it with a towel a few times.In the middle of rubbing, he paused, and Shell suddenly thought about how he fell asleep last night?

He spread the towel on the pillow, then lay on the bed, and then fell asleep, and then Yangyang woke him up, and then gave him a hair-dryer, and then what?

and then? ? ?

Damn, no way...

He must have fallen asleep while blowing his hair. Wu Fuyang felt very comfortable when his fingers were playing with his hair. Coupled with the warm wind, he felt a little sleepy after just a few blows.

There are only four situations for sitting and falling asleep, falling forward and backward, or falling to both sides.But his posture at that time was obviously leaning forward, and if he wanted to fall, he could only go forward.

Then he could only fall into Wu Fuyang's arms, and then he put him back on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

Shell reasoned back and forth meticulously, and blushed belatedly.

It's not that he hasn't had close contact, he can hold Wu Fuyang openly in front of everyone and never let go, but it doesn't mean that he can continue to remain indifferent in this kind of tenderness that no one knows.

After all, false appearances deceive others, not yourself.

This is his own ambiguity.

Chapter 12

Wu Fuyang was frowning and packing his clothes.

He didn't like to pack his luggage since he was a child, it's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't like it.It takes time and patience to tidy up, but he obviously doesn't have the conditions.

Maybe he originally had a thick pile of patience, but after more than ten years of Schell jumping across his irritable and angry bottom line, his patience is only as thin as a few sheets of paper.

It should also be used at any time to deal with the restlessness in Shell's heart when he recited the scriptures.

"You are so fast."

"Are you going straight after eating?"

"Won't you come with me?"

"Oh, we are going to be separated, the distance is too far, brother will miss you."

……

Wu Fuyang: ...

The distance between upstairs and downstairs is three meters in a straight line, which is really too far.

Wu Fuyang sat directly on the floor, hooking his fingers at Xie Er, who was cross-legged on the head of the bed and kept blaring, "Come here."

Shell leaned over, sat down with him across the suitcase, blinked at him with hooked eyes, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Wu Fuyang flicked his forehead with his fingers, and said expressionlessly, "Who is faster?"

Shell: ...

"Me." Shell pointed to himself, "I'm fast."

Life has no dignity.

"Brother, let's make a bet." Wu Fuyang picked up a sweater, folded one sleeve, and then threw it into the suitcase irritably.

Xie Er was scrolling through Weibo, when he heard the words, he raised his head proudly: "I won't bet with you, I will stack it myself."

Call your brother if you have something to do, beat your brother if you have nothing to do.

Wu Fuyang clicked his tongue, and changed his cross-legged position, with his elbows on his legs and his hands on his face.

The tone was subconsciously coaxing: "What if you win? If you win, you don't have to fold it yourself."

The corner of Cher's lips hooked up, and he pretended to be moved, and said, "Okay, brother will let you."

The two of them played rock-paper-scissors, winning or losing in a game. Xie Er met Wu Fuyang's scissors with his paws.

"Oh, I knew I wouldn't gamble!"

"Gouyang, you are so annoying!"

"It's like this every time, you're just too lazy."

Bulabulabula...

Xie Er complained here, but Wu Fuyang turned a deaf ear to it, and even leisurely got up and bent down to perform a casual western court ceremony.

"Come on brother."

After speaking, he turned around and lay down on the bed.

Shell cursed and began to tidy up, and he let out a sigh of relief when he turned around and opened the closet.If he really wins, it's over. If Yang Yang cleans up, he probably won't be able to transfer the iPad that is full of indescribable things.

Listening to him scolding, Wu Fuyang cut the trumpet by mistake.The good mood just now suddenly disappeared, and he irritably ignored all the popular private messages, watching the three icons below each Weibo forcibly generate hundreds of thousands of numbers, his head hurts.

He wants to keep a diary... Fuck.

It's so hard to be a human being, I can't even write a diary.

The name of the dish reported by Xie Er has passed through Brother Tian's ears once, and after satisfying his curiosity, it is useless.There is nothing in the hot pot restaurant that Brother Tian booked.

"Hello, do you want to place the order yourself, or should I help you?" The waitress smiled and didn't stare at them hard.

The restaurant that Brother Tian chose was privately owned, and it was opened on the edge of the downtown square where every inch of land was expensive. The people who came were not rich, entrepreneurs, or celebrities.The waiters are specially trained not to cause trouble to the guests.

Brother Tian chose to place the order independently, and the waitress waited by the side.

Since the concert was over, none of the five people restrained themselves.

Shell: "Extra spicy butter + three delicacies + mushroom soup?"

Wu Fuyang: "Snowflake fat beef, mutton rolls, lamb chops rolls, black-bone chicken rolls, hairy tripe, three servings of the same?"

Pan Yue: "Three servings of beef spinal cord, crispy sausage, blood flourishing, and duck feet?

Peng Wei: "Shrimp slippery, handmade beef balls... three servings of various balls?"

Qiao Yufan took the pad, and without any objection, he added three servings, and then fiddled a few times to add the remaining meat.

waiter:……

Brother Tian: ...

Am I fucking hungry for you?

There wasn't any vegetarian ones, Brother Tian's face was full of vicissitudes, he grabbed the pad before the waitress took it, and added a row of vegetarian dishes.

"Thank you, that's all for now."

waiter:……

These first?Meaning it might not be enough?

After glancing at the order list that couldn't be slipped to the bottom, the young lady still maintained a standard smile and asked softly: "Do you want a drink?"

Pan Yue: "Oh, yes, yes, a big bottle of Coke."

Qiao Yufan: "Add one."

Shell: "Sprite, also a big bottle."

Wu Fuyang: "I'm sorry, I changed the Sprite to a large bottle of fruit orange."

Shell: "...change it."

Peng Wei: "A pinch of watermelon juice."

Brother Tian: "..."

Waiter: "Two big bottles of Coke, a big bottle of orange juice, and a jug of watermelon juice?"

Brother Tian: "Yes."

Waiter: "Then what else do you need?"

Brother Tian was shocked, is he so adaptable?Is the setting of one bottle per person already acceptable?

Brother Tian: "... plain water, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The waitress smiled and turned around to close the door of the private room.

Brother Tian twitched his mouth when he saw the little sister's slightly vain footsteps and the indescribable look in her eyes before closing the door.

The steaming hot pot made the cheeks of six people in the room red.

Looking at these five young men who are rosy in white and still handsome, Brother Tian selfishly thinks that he should have the same effect, completely unaware that he looks like a fuwa now.

"Go back and have a good rest. I won't take on too many jobs for you guys recently, and focus on being refined." Brother Tian didn't eat much, so he sat in his seat after eating early and chatted with them.

"However. If you have any ideas, you can communicate with me and contact me at any time. Don't think that I can't control you if you don't live together."

……

Xie Er eats a lot of spicy food, and almost never touched the bottom of the other half of the pot.However, he also likes the feeling that the more he eats, the more spicy he eats. After eating, his whole body is slightly powdered from his face to his neck, and his eyes are watery.

"Yangyang, I want it too."

Seeing Wu Fuyang Shengjun Soup from the corner of the eye, Xie Er suddenly raised his head, staring straight at the spoon in his hand.

Wu Fuyang glanced at him, handed him his bowl, and took his bowl again.