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Lu Yan's wine taste is pretty good, and he doesn't make a lot of noise when he's drunk. Apart from walking a little floaty, there doesn't seem to be anything unusual about it.

After packing up a group of drunken people and sending them to the car, only Lu Yanxue was left standing beside Jian Cong.

I don't know what's wrong with Lu Yanxue. He stared at Jian Cong all night, his eyes were bright, and Jian Cong was frightened.

"Are you awake? Shall I take you home?" Jian Cong asked him.

Lu Yanxue shook his head and said stubbornly, "I won't go back."

"Success, if you don't go back, you won't go back."

Jian Cong patted his pocket, took out the cigarette, and lit one against the wind.

Lu Yanxue looked at him and said, "Why do you smoke?"

Jian Cong ignored him and walked forward, Lu Yanxue followed him step by step.

"You smoke."

Lu Yanxue said again.

Jian Cong doesn't smoke very often. Others smoke to relieve boredom. He only lights one or two when he is in a good mood.Annoyed by Lu Yanxue's nagging, he turned around and said fiercely to Lu Yanxue: "Why, you want to sue the dean?"

Lu Yanxue tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly reached out to take out a cigarette from his mouth. Jian Cong was taken aback, and saw Lu Yanxue put the cigarette holder in his mouth, and took a puff.

"you…"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yanxue immediately took a puff of cigarettes, coughed violently, and squatted on the ground with red eyes, and coughed once or twice from time to time.

Jian Cong took the cigarette from his hand and crushed it.

"No, don't show off, this is not a good thing."

"You teach me." Lu Yanxue looked up at him.

Jian Cong was a little taken aback, and said "ah".

"You teach me, smoke this."

"I won't teach." Jian Cong rejected him straight away, "You find someone else to learn from."

"I just want you." Lu Yanxue said.

Jian Cong shook his hands: "..." He wondered if he should take Lu Yanxue to the hospital for a brain examination first, it must be alcohol poisoning.

Walking all the way from the Yanjiang Bridge, the cold wind blows people soberly.Jian Cong put his hands in his pockets, and Lu Yanxue walked beside him, looking quite normal, and none of the passersby found it strange.

"Did you always be in this state when you were drunk?" Jian Cong stopped.

Lu Yanxue shook his head in a daze, and said, "I'm not drunk."

"Well, you're not drunk." Jian Cong said helplessly, "If you don't want to go home, why don't you come back with me?"

Lu Yanxue reached out and grabbed the lamp post on the bridge and shook his head.

"Then where are you going? Do you want to sleep on the bridge?" Jian Cong was speechless.

"You, take off my pants." Lu Yanxue said a little aggrieved.

Jian Cong's expression cracked: "..."

He turned around with a wooden face and left.Lu Yanxue came up from behind and grabbed Jian Cong.

He looked at Jian Cong and said, "You coax me."

Jian Cong was very irritable: "Coax your mother..."

Lu Yanxue's eyes were wet, and he seemed to be a different person compared to the usual calm and self-possessed. He stood a little at a loss, as if he didn't know what he did wrong.

Jian Cong's swear words abruptly turned a corner, and blurted out: "The little biscuits made by your mother are really delicious and cute."

"That's what I did."

Lu Yanxue grabbed Jian Cong's hand, lowered his head and gently pressed his knuckles.

Like ingratiating.

Jian Cong shuddered and stopped his dangerous thoughts. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said dryly: "It's well done, it tastes good, keep up the good work."

Lu Yanxue said: "Coax me, I'll make you a lot of biscuits."

In a stalemate with a drunken maniac, Jian Cong really didn't know who was insane.

They were about the same height, Jian Cong scratched Lu Yanxue's head twice perfunctorily and said, "Coax you, coax you, let's go back."

Only then did Lu Yanxue agree to go back with him.

Jian Cong's bedroom was quite clean, with the plush carpet under his feet, and he could feel the softness through the soles of his shoes. Lu Yanxue entered the room and automatically found the bed and rushed over.

When Jian Cong came out of the bathroom, Lu Yanxue had already fallen asleep on the quilt.

Jian Cong is a bit obsessed with cleanliness, and he can't stand people lying on the bed so dirty. He wanted to get him up to take a bath, but seeing Lu Yanxue wrinkling his brows and not sleeping peacefully, Jian Cong just threw it away for him. Xie took off his coat, pushed the person under the quilt, and then turned off the light.

The next day, Jian Cong was woken up alive by being strangled. He dreamed that the ghost was pressing the bed, and he couldn't move a finger. He opened his eyes in cold sweat and found that Lu Yanxue was strangled to death like a pillow, and he was strangled. Not angry.

He elbowed Lu Yanxue for a while, Lu Yanxue slowly opened his eyes, Jian Cong grinned and said, "Let go of me."

Lu Yanxue flicked away.

Jian Cong's hands and feet were numb, and he rolled out of bed like a salted fish, looked at the alarm clock and said, "There is still more than an hour, you should get up now, or continue to sleep."

Lu Yanxue was top-heavy, and his mind buzzed like a bell for a while before his nerve center processed the meaning of this sentence.

"I'm up."

Jian Cong seldom brought any classmates and friends home for the night, and Xi Fang was startled when he went downstairs with Lu Yanxue.

Lu Yanxue had never met Xi Fang, so he was a little confused.

Xi Fang asked them if they wanted to have breakfast together, Jian Cong said no, and directly pulled Lu Yanxue out of the door.

"I didn't do anything last night, did I?" Lu Yanxue didn't ask who that person was. Instead, he touched his nose and asked what happened last night.

Jian Cong smiled, he likes Lu Yanxue's point of view, he has good eyesight.Some things don't need to be said or asked, they are well known and tacit.

Jian Cong replied with a smile: "You were holding onto the street lamp last night and refused to walk, but unfortunately you forgot to take a picture with your phone."

"Really?"

Lu Yanxue didn't believe it.

"real."

Jane Cong nodded.

"Is it too late to seal it now?" Lu Yanxue asked.

Stopping in his tracks, Jian Cong raised his chin to the passers-by who had just passed by, and said, "It's too late, it's already spread."

Sometimes Lu Yanxue really felt that Jian Cong was here to restrain him, and all the burden of image was lost in front of him-he almost lost his integrity last night.

But it's really easy to be with him, you don't have to think about anything, the present is the present, and you don't have to think about the anxious future.

Lu Yan asked Jian Cong: "Where do you want to take the exam in the future?"

Jian Cong said without ideals: "Just go to any school and hang around for four years."

Lu Yanxue was suddenly speechless.

I feel that everything this person lives in the present is false, it is an illusion, this person is a salted fish.

The author has something to say:

m smash: It's over, procrastination is showing signs of relapse.