can you be more reserved

"It's so obvious, you can't even see it." Song Yanzhong smiled sideways, "Do you remember what I said back then, I didn't see that you are, people like us, too sensitive to the same kind, I mean it I didn't see that you were."

"That's why you were so surprised at the time?" Ye Hui asked.

"Yeah." Song Yanzhi arranged the plate that was just served, and glanced at Ye Hui, "I won't like him."

"You mean Lu San?"

"He's not my type."

"Oh." Ye Hui nodded thoughtfully, "You Xueba..."

"Third brother, let me say a few words." Song Yanzhi put down his chopsticks, raised his head and looked at Ye Hui, "This road is too difficult to walk, but if you like it, it will be too difficult to let go. I can only advise you Don't get too deep."

"Well, I see." Ye Hui nodded on the surface, but he thought clearly in his heart, it was too late, he had already jumped in, and the coffin boards were all set up.

After the meal was full, Ye Hui was carried away by the other two. Song Yanzhi was scanning the QR code with his mobile phone to pay, when suddenly someone put his hand on his shoulder, and said in a pitiful tone, "I I'm hungry too."

Song Yanzhong paused for a moment, thinking that big trouble was coming again, and he didn't give him half a look. After paying the money, he turned around and was about to leave, but Lu San's arm tightly hooked his neck, pitifully, " After looking for you all morning, my arms are sore."

"Why are you asking me for a sore arm?" Song Yanzhi glanced at Lu San, who was pretending to be pinching his arm. The white bandage was tightly wrapped, and he was not afraid of making a big move, and then falling apart.

"It's sad, you always avoid me."

"No."

"You kicked me down the stairs."

"You got too close then."

"There's something in your fucking hair!"

"..." Song Yanzhi's eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips and asked, "Why do you..."

"You never listened to my explanation." Lu San looked extremely innocent.

"sorry."

Lu San smiled brightly, "It's okay, you can have breakfast with me."

Song Yanzhong nodded, turned around and went to buy breakfast again, then put two baskets of steaming steamed buns in front of Lu San, "All right, I'm leaving."

Before the smile on Lu San's face could fade away, he quickly grabbed Song Yanzhong's wrist and said shamelessly, "You just agreed to have breakfast with me."

"I'm going to be late for morning class." Song Yanzhong pulled back his hand expressionlessly, and adjusted his messed up sleeves by the way.

Lu San stared at him, smiling like a spring breeze, "You don't have class in the morning."

"Have."

"No."

"Have."

"I asked your classmate. You don't have class in the morning, so you live in the dormitory next door." Lu San's eyes were determined, and the corners of his mouth curled up, making people want to twitch. Song Yanzhi stared at him for a long time, and finally Still sitting opposite.

"I'm not going."

"Oh. Why don't you go?" Lu San stuffed a bun into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.

"band."

"You will go."

"will not."

"You will." It seems that Lu San is a loyal fan of baseball caps. This time, his baseball cap was changed to black. After saying this, Lu San grinned. The brim of the hat was lowered. Seeing the more obvious dimple on his left cheek, a river of spring water flooded, and it became a color that Song Yanzhong could never erase from his memory.

Not knowing who gave him the confidence, Song Yan smiled instead of anger, "What you say doesn't count."

Lu San shook his index finger in front of him to express his denial, and finally smiled again, "I want to chase you."

"I have the final say on this."