Three smiles

I don’t know how Wei Cong’s New Year was, anyway, Wang Sanxiao’s New Year was very fulfilling. The Wang family is a famous family in Nanjing. Although the scale is a bit small, there are only two people in the family. The famous family, Wang Baxian is also a person who makes friends all over the world. He has to go out to pay New Year's greetings almost every day throughout the first lunar month and wait at home for others to come to pay New Year's greetings.

Fortunately, Wang Sanxiao has eaten all over the world with his adoptive father since he was a child, so he doesn't feel that it is too tiring to socialize, and with Wang Baxian's reputation there, anyone in the antique shop will sell him three-point thin noodles, so that he can get along like a fish in water. Had a great time.

As the saying goes, when you are full and warm, you think about lust. At this time, Wang Sanxiao was full and warm, and drank a little home-brewed fruit wine, but he was still not very interested. He lay dizzy in the bathtub, thinking Fly around.

For a while it was Kang Tian’s bright and innocent smile, for a while it was Wei Cong’s soft words of love, for a while it was Wei Guangyao’s rampant yelling, for a while it was a flood of photos, for a while it was covered with blood on his face, for a while it was the bowl of instant noodles that he forgot to crack eggs...

Fragmented memories filled his mind, making people dizzy. Thinking about it, he fell asleep yearning for instant noodles.

At three o'clock in the morning, Wang San laughed and sneezed and woke up in the bathtub. The water under his body was still warm, and the upper part of his shoulder blades was exposed to the air and was almost frozen. He moved his shoulders and heard the sound of bones stiffening inside.

"How did you fall asleep..." Wang San smiled and muttered, climbed out of the bathtub, dried himself and rolled back to the big bed, closing his eyes tiredly.

Then he had a nightmare where Wei Cong's face was covered in blood all night.

At seven o'clock in the morning, there was a shock, woke up by Wei Cong, Wang Sanxiao sat with his shirt on and hugged the quilt, and looked out of the window, thinking Wei Cong, you are really annoying, and you are not honest during Chinese New Year , to disturb my dream.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, Wang Sanxiao glanced lazily, and found that it was actually Mu Xixi, a tough man, and the bad mood of being lulled into a dream by Wei Cong disappeared in an instant.

"Brother Xiao, there is a Nanhong public market in Daliang Mountain at the end of April, you can go with me!" Mu Xixi's energetic voice came, and the youthful breath could be heard with his ears.

Wang San smiled and said: "At the end of April, it's still early, why do you guys like Nanhong?"

"It's beautiful, it's like red grease, it's so beautiful," Mu Xixi exaggeratedly praised, "And I've never been to a public market. My seventh master said that I can play Nanhong first to open my eyes, and he will take me there later. Emerald public market in Myanmar."

"Oh," Wang San smiled and nodded, "President Wei isn't going?"

Mu Xixi said disdainfully: "He doesn't have time, the company is so busy, besides, Brother Xiao, you don't like seeing him, I let him practice bed skills, and come to see Brother Xiao someday .”

Wang San smiled and spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Little bastard..."

"What kind of bastard, brother Xiao, how can you swear casually? How can I be an asshole at my age?" Mu Xixi is a stinking chatterer, and he said nonsense with a smile, "I think the turtle son is better. appropriate……"

"... I won't go to Sichuan with you if I talk too much."

"Don't, don't, don't," Mu Xixi laughed, "Then it's settled like this. Hey, hang up. I haven't done my winter homework yet, and the teacher will kill me!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Sanxiao's mood brightened, thinking that you didn't even go to class, so why do you still do homework...

After the new year, he had no business, so he ate at home and waited to die for two months. Every day, he and Wang Baxian did nothing but flirt with each other. The fried Wang Baxian went to Hubei with one foot.

At this time, Kang Tianzhen accompanied his uncle to participate in a treasure appraising program in Hubei. This waste whose combat power was not as good as 0.5 goose was ransacked by local hooligans in less than a day after arriving in Hubei, and the coral rosary chain on his wrist that was going to be given to the goddess was also gone. He was robbed, but he has always been rich and powerful, he didn't take it seriously, and he felt quite proud to show off to his friends that he was robbed.

Wang San smiled and gnawed on the ribs, thinking how could I know such a bastard like you?Then he turned around and helped the second guy to take revenge for the robbery.

He was ruthless, talking and laughing, beat that hooligan to death, and took back the coral rosary chain, but Kang Tianzhen said hypocritically that he had been defiled by a stinky man, and he didn't want it anymore...

Wang San smiled and picked up the string of corals, the gorgeous beads glowed charmingly under the moonlight, he looked at Kang Tianzhen, and saw him pulling a tall man beside him, his eyes were full of delicacy that he had never seen before.

His heart skipped a beat, he looked intently, the man named Song Wenyuan was tall and star-like, he was indeed a good-looking talent, but Kang Tianzhen...

If a person lives a little longer in this life and experiences a little more things, he will meet many lovely people, let you take him into your wings and protect them meticulously. This kind of irreversible friendship has nothing to do with love.

For Wang Sanxiao, Kang Tianzhen is such a person. They grew up together, became brats together, and learned to appreciate together. Amidst the turbulent dust of old papers, Wang Sanxiao found that Kang Tianzhen was like an exquisite and transparent crystal. It is a piece of pure land that no one touches in his heart.

"Smile, let's go," Kang Tianzhen greeted.

Wang Sanxiao came back to his senses and looked at the coral chain in his palm. It was as red as blood. It is said that the thousand-year-old coral is red for ten thousand years. This kind of spiritual thing is alive. Unfortunately, this string of coral has been touched by others, and the pure land in his heart has been destroyed. leaving traces of others.

He looked up and saw Kang Tianzhen bouncing up and down in the misty moonlight, pushing Song Wenyuan forward.

"The palm coral is not pity, but it is taught to be a sun flower," Wang Sanxiao sighed in a low voice, and carefully wrapped 108 coral rosary beads around his wrist.

At the end of April, Wang Sanxiao set off from Nanjing and flew directly to Sichuan. When he arrived in Xichang City, Mu Xixi had already checked into the hotel in advance. Wang Sanxiao knocked on the door with the address he sent. Wei Cong.

Mu Xixi shrank his head from behind Wei Cong, and muttered softly: "Brother Xiao, don't be angry, he insists on following, I can't stop him..."

"It's nothing, I already guessed it," Wang San waved with a smile.

His good temper made Mu Xixi feel even more guilty, and moved over anxiously: "I'm sorry for you..."

"Do you still know that you are sorry for me?" Wang San smiled and lured the young man to his side with a bodhisattva face, and then turned into a demon in a second, choking his neck viciously, "Little bastard, I think you owe it to me , bastard!"

Mu Xixi was pinched to the point where he was in a mess, his eyes burst into tears: "I was wrong...forgive me...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The matter has come to this point, Wang Sanxiao has nothing to do except pinch him. He can neither put Wei Cong into the plane and throw him back to Beijing, nor can he simply strangle Mu Xixi to death. Serving two people at once?No, more money is required!

The local area once held a Nanhong public market many years ago, but it was quite insincere, and the food was too ugly to collect money, which caused complaints from the Nanhong collection circle and greatly damaged its reputation. From the looks of it, it's pretty reliable.

Early in the morning, after Wang Sanxiao finished dressing and washing, he strolled to the next room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and raised his voice: "Boss Wei, Xixi, have you woken up, it's almost time."

As soon as the words were finished, the door opened. Wei Cong stood inside the door wearing a simple shirt and trousers, and said with a smile, "Have you had breakfast, Young Master San? I asked someone to buy some breakfast. Young Master San, come and eat together."

Wang Sanxiao instinctively wanted to refuse, but the smell of the damned chicken soup dumpling wafted from the room, and the words of refusal came to his lips, and he just changed into: "Then respect is worse than obedience."

Wei Cong's smile widened: "There are also sugar taro seedlings."

"...that's really great," Wang Sanxiao walked into the door with his legs reckless, and sat at the dining table by himself, looking at the assortment of breakfast snacks on the table, salivating and bleeding from his heart: Wei Cong The one who killed a thousand swords actually came up with such a poisonous plan, it is extremely insidious!

"Brother Xiao..." Mu Xixi moved from the bathroom with a mournful face, flung himself into the sofa with his legs crossed, and cried loudly while clutching the cushion, "I'm so disappointed!"

Wang San looked at his walking posture with a smile, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Xixi, is this... someone's asshole?"

Mu Xixi cried loudly: "You are so annoying!!!"

Wei Cong said indifferently, "Last night, I ate too much and had diarrhea."

"Look at this, it's serious," Wang San said with a worried smile, "Should I go to the hospital and get some glucose supplements, look at this poor face, her little face is turning yellow."

"Brother Xiao still loves me..." Mu Xixi sobbed, just as he sat up straight, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned and rushed into the bathroom.

Wei Cong then closed the restaurant's door, sat across from Wang Sanxiao, and said with a smile, "Try it, does this chicken soup dumpling taste authentic?"

Although Mu Xixi's belly is full of gossip, he is exquisite and clear, so Wang Sanxiao can't help but think of Kang Tianzhen, so he loves him very much, and looks in the direction of the bathroom with ecstasy: "Xixi, he..."

"Don't worry about him, let's eat," Wei Cong interrupted him, and brought a bowl of candied taro seedlings to Wang Sanxiao, "Try this, I think it tastes good."

Wang Sanxiao felt that this guy was suspiciously attentive, raised his eyelids to look at him for a while, but didn't see that he was ugly, looked down at the small bowl in front of him, picked up the spoon, and said, "Thank you."

In the bathroom, Mu Xixi was sitting on the toilet, clutching the toilet paper and gnashing his teeth: I made chicken soup dumplings!The sugar taro seedlings I made!You will take all the credit away!Give me laxatives!Grandma Seven is right, Wei Cong, you really are a selfish old fox! ! !

Eating the taste of hometown in a different place thousands of miles away, Wang Sanxiao felt very comfortable in his stomach, his stomach was good, he was in a good mood, he was in good health, he ate deliciously, he looked pleasing to the eye, and when he saw Wei Cong, his whole body exploded The hostility also subsided a little, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said with a smile: "I have to admire Mr. Wei's methods. He can get soup dumplings and sugar taro seedlings in this kind of place."

"As long as you have the heart, there is nothing you can't do," Wei Cong smiled humbly, "Ah Xu...no, it's Xixi, in today's state, I'm afraid it's impossible to go on a public offer, so we have to go together for this trip ,How about it?"

Wang San smiled suspiciously at him, thinking you went out to worship koi?How can everything be in your favor?

The author has something to say: In this chapter, I explained the relationship between Xiaoxiao and naivety → the best friend, nothing to do with Fengyue.

A friend asked when hey hey hey → soon, Nanhong public offering is a big turning point.