best day

Who said that what we want is happiness, not the truth, and the truth has nothing to do with happiness forever.

Perhaps only when you don't understand your own mood, the happiness you get is the most heartless.

Once the real shadow deep in the soul is touched, the desire and purity of laughter will disappear in an instant.

-

The window by the sea, you can see the purest blue in the world when you open the glass window.

The summer wind blows towards the face, instinctively blowing away all the troubles of people.

But he couldn't let go of the unreasonable difficulty in Dewey's heart.

He has never been unhappy in his life, never sullen and unable to make an expression, never stiff like a piece of wood.

there has never been.

But at this moment, Dewey is dull, silent, and heavy beyond words.

All thanks to Zheng Luolai for his generosity.

After finally arriving at the island destination, I no longer have the desire to play, I just want to run home with my luggage.

Go back to those people who would never hurt themselves.

-

"Hey, are you going downstairs to watch a movie?"

Dewey, who was already lying on the bed and drowsy, suddenly heard the call. He turned over and saw that it was Lin Yilin, and immediately shrank back into the quilt and hummed: "I'm not going, there's nothing to see."

Xiao Linzi came over strangely: "What's the matter, I've been listless and don't eat."

"It's okay, I'm sleepy." Dewey covered his face.

Lin Yilin stretched out his hand and tore the quilt away: "You have slept all the way."

Dewey stared at him for two seconds, then sat up suddenly and said, "It's just right, play games with me for a while, Chen Lu's games are all in fucking English, I can't understand."

After speaking, he jumped on the carpet as if nothing had happened, and crossed his legs in front of the TV.

Lin Yilin was helpless, walked to the door and shouted to Chen Lu: "I played a game with Dewey."

Then he walked back and sat down, and began to look at the screen seriously.

Dewey was a little nervous by his expression, he pressed PLAY, and listened to Squad Leader Lin explaining the plot to himself in a trance.

After the opening animation ended, Lin Yilin patted him on the head: "Let's go."

Dewey snorted and pressed the handle numbly.

Lin Yilin glanced at him quietly, then glanced again, and suddenly asked, "What's the matter with you and Zheng Luolai?"

"What, what's wrong?!" Dewey felt guilty and flustered.

Lin Yilin smiled lightly and said nothing.

Now Dewey couldn't help but feel that he was seen through, and said without silver 300 taels: "Don't think about it, I have nothing to do with him."

In the past, Xiao Linzi was determined not to meddle in other people's business, but now that his love has just come to an end, and he has known Dewey for three years, he couldn't help persuading him with a little deep meaning: "It's useless to lie to yourself, you You can pretend that nothing happened now, but you can never pretend until the end."

Dewey asked carelessly, "Why?"

Lin Yilin was silent for a while, pressed his hand to his heart, and smiled: "If this place changes, life will change."

Dewey dodged and snorted, "Don't talk nonsense."

Xiao Linzi curled his mouth indifferently, but expressed his position without violating his conscience: "I hope there is nothing. Zheng Luolai is not a simple person, he is not good enough for you."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't confuse me with you guys, I only like girls!" Dewey finally came to his senses, staring and trying to clear himself up.

Lin Yilin is no longer a confidant brother, he turned his head and asked: "Do you still want to play?"

Dewey was stunned for a while, then gently put down the handle: "Did Chen Lu tell you?"

Kobayashi shook his head.

After two seconds, he added: "Everyone is doubting you."

Ermeng's originally gloomy mood suddenly became extremely dark.

-

Zheng Luolai has been no longer an innocent boy since junior high school. He has been in love for more than ten years, and he is very familiar with having physical relations with others.

But until now, he still couldn't sleep soundly in the same bed with a stranger.

That, after all, is another level of intimacy.

Originally, Zheng Luolai just wanted to relax by himself when he came on vacation with everyone.

If Dewey hadn't spoken too harshly, he wouldn't have had nothing to do to bring along an inexplicable female model in such a gathering of best friends.

Well now, there are many people and few rooms, and he has lost the right to be alone.

After dark for a long time, as long as he thinks that there is a woman who doesn't know the truth beside him, Mr. Rogue will be terribly sober.

The female model was very familiar, she hugged him coquettishly and said in a daze, "Don't turn over all the time, be quiet, be good..."

Be good to your sister.

Zheng Luolai cursed secretly, and suddenly sat up in the dark bedroom.

-

It's embarrassing enough to change from a best friend to an ambiguous relationship, and now it's being discussed behind the scenes by a few friends I know best. No matter how thick-skinned Dewey is, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

He struggled alone in the room until late at night, and finally he was really hungry, so he sneaked into the kitchen, intending to dig out something to eat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the refrigerator door was opened, a familiar voice came from behind: "Aren't you pretending to be dead?"

Ermeng was startled, turned around and said incoherently: "I haven't bigu yet, can I be hungry, is it against the law to eat?!"

Zheng Luolai quietly held the water glass, glanced at him, turned around and was about to leave.

Dewey was so depressed that he picked up a bag of potato chips and threw it on his head without even thinking about it.

Zheng Luolai frowned and looked back: "What are you doing?"

Dewey didn't know what he was going to do either.

Zheng Luolai walked up to the fool again, tilted his head slightly, and said softly: "I don't want to talk to you, you'd better not mess with me."

Dewey is not used to his cold expression: "What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Luolai simply put down the cup, folded his arms and asked earnestly: "I really don't understand, what exactly do you want?"

Dewey was stunned for a moment, then whispered, "It would be nice if I didn't know you..."

Zheng Luolai has never been a good-tempered person, and at this moment he is bullying maliciously: "Cheng, I will fly to the United States after returning to Beijing, and we will go our separate ways from now on."

"Asshole." Dewey muttered, and walked out with his head down.

"If you can't afford it, don't play it. If you want to play, don't toss and turn, playing hard to get. Is it interesting?" Zheng Luolai asked coldly.

"Asshole..." Dewey stopped and repeated, and suddenly shouted again: "Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!!! I'm not playing!"

Before the words fell, he ran away.

Accidentally dropped the biscuit on the ground, picked it up in a disgraceful manner, and disappeared stumblingly, in a mess.

Zheng Luolai succeeded in his scheming, standing where he was, he gradually sketched out a smile with no clear meaning.