best day

A man's destiny is shaped by the environment in which he grows.

If you are in a desperate situation, the power to fight against misfortune is beyond imagination.

But if you are lucky enough to be carefree like Dewey, then it seems that it is not a mistake to be loose and casual when you are young.

This is not a criterion for distinguishing good from bad.

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How boring the days of the third year of high school are, there is almost no need to repeat them.

The teachers were always sweating profusely on the podium, but those exercise explanations were much easier to use than hypnosis when heard by Dewey.

He pulled his short hair in pain to prevent himself from falling asleep, but his spirit became more and more lax.

It wasn't until the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated slightly that the out-of-focus gaze gathered again.

It was a text message from an unfamiliar number: "Hi Dewey, I'm your brother's friend Fang Yu. I just returned to Beijing recently. I was entrusted by him to visit you. I don't know if it's convenient to meet you after school. I hope to get to know you soon."

The words were clear and full of kindness, and Dewey replied immediately: "Okay, see you tonight."

Then he scratched his head again, and sent a message to Zheng Luolai who was messing around with him all day: "I have something to go back to your house later today, don't worry about it."

After waiting for a long while, he didn't get an answer, but the teacher on the podium found out the clue, ran down angrily and took his new mobile phone away ruthlessly, and reprimanded him: "Dewey, you are too shameless, you have said several times that you are not allowed to turn on your mobile phone in class. , Do you have any memory! Confiscated! Let your parents pick it up!"

If it was Chen Lu, he would have dared to reach out to take it back, but Dewey didn't have the courage, moved his lips cowardly, and didn't say anything.

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Dewey, who was studying late at night, could always run away. He used the excuse of making up lessons to go home and eat and drink all day long.

It was even more so today, when everyone was going to the cafeteria, they staggered out of the school gate, but couldn't contact the elder brother, so they could only lean against the wall in a daze.

Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, a slender figure came to him, blocking the afterglow of the setting sun.

Dewey raised his hand, and saw that the visitor had a handsome face, a windbreaker and a shirt, and he looked gentle, and there was a language barrier for a while.

But this man smiled generously: "Little Dewey, I'm Fang Yu, you look a lot like your brother."

Dewey immediately regained his vivacity: "I finally met a discerning person!"

Fang Yu had a good temper, pushed his glasses and asked, "Are you tired from studying, what do you want for dinner?"

Dewey waved his hand: "I'm not tired, I want to eat seafood."

You're welcome.

Fang Yu nodded, turned sideways to make way for him, and said, "Then let's go, I know a good restaurant."

This describes his behavior, he is indeed like the friend Du Yi would make.

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"We were classmates in middle school. Later I went to England and came back to Beijing this year. I called your brother and said he missed you very much. Let me come over and buy you something delicious." After Fang Yu ordered the dishes, Then he looked at Dewey with his eyes bent.

Dewey was so nervous from being laughed, he pinched his face and said, "What's wrong with me?"

Fang Yu shook his head: "You and Du Yi are so similar, it seems to be a wonderful feeling to see him when he was a child."

It is reasonable to say that a man would not mention other people's looks over and over again, but Dewey was just careless, and just followed silly: "Really, hahaha."

Fang Yu poured him a drink and said, "Yes."

Dewey asked casually, "Then what do you do for work?"

Fang Yu replied, "Now I'm working as a reporter on a TV station."

Hearing this, Dewey was excited: "Ah, what kind of reporter, I also want to be a reporter!"

Fang Yu was taken aback by his loud voice: "Uh...journalist, why do you want to do this job? It's very tiring."

Dewey didn't have the nerve to talk about his "big ideals" to unfamiliar people with a big face, hehehe twice and then asked: "Then you must have encountered a lot of superb things while covering the news, don't you think society is particularly dark, this job Is it painful?"

Fang Yu has a very calm demeanor. Although he is polite, he has strength. He said lightly: "If you don't give hope to a person, you won't find fault with him. The same is true for the country. An overview of history."

Dewey was obviously not good at talking about such serious topics, and he couldn't imagine how this person would affect him in the future.

His attention was quickly attracted by the big meal served, and he didn't notice that Fang Yu was always staring at his face.

That face was [-]% similar to Du Yi's.

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But Zheng Luolai, who had been playing with silly Dewey for a long time, suddenly placed an order, and he was really not used to it.

Recently, he has nothing to do with business, and he is alone, and hangs out in nightclubs after get off work.

But after drinking for a long time, he felt that it was meaningless, so he couldn't help but make a harassing call to Dewey, who knew that the boy turned off the phone.

Zheng Luolai's face darkened, and he also turned off his phone, walking towards a beautiful girl nearby.

He was already familiar with such things.

A game suddenly crashes, of course he can find another game to pass the time.

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After eating and watching the movie, and then running back to Zheng Luolai's apartment with big bags and small bags, it was already very late.

Dewey was full of wine and food, and opened the door with the key and shouted: "Rogue, I brought you back something delicious."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he tripped over something at his feet.

The house was full of dark lights, and Dewey was frightened to death. He quickly groped for the light source and shouted, "Zheng Luolai, where are you?! You were killed?"

When his whole body really lit up, he immediately petrified from embarrassment.

It's really hard to figure out that the thing that tripped him was the high heels, and Zheng Luolai, who was silent, was getting up from the sofa with a woman in disheveled clothes, looking at him with astonishment and inexplicable eyes.

Dewey threw down the delicious snacks in his hand, and stammered: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know, I'll go home right now."

He knows that it is extremely inhuman to disturb others for a moment.

The girl was very generous, she tied her skirt and stood up gracefully: "It's okay, I should have left."

Zheng Luolai still didn't speak. As he expected, Dewey didn't show any concern. He was a straight guy who didn't understand the style at all.

The girl smoothed her hair and asked, "Is this your brother?"

Zheng Luolai said casually: "Boyfriend."

Dewey, who was frozen by the side, almost bit his tongue and waved his hands vigorously: "No no no no! No!"

The girl obviously came out to play around, so she pinched Dewey's face and said with a smile, "You're pretty handsome."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked away without looking back.

Dewey rushed to Zheng Luolai anxiously: "Don't talk nonsense, your girlfriend will be angry."

After her body was satisfied, her temper naturally became milder. Zheng Luolai lazily leaned on the sofa and took out a cigarette and said, "I don't know, my sexual partner."

Dewey looked at this guy with a troubled expression for two seconds, but he was speechless, and after a while he became more energetic and said, "By the way, I brought you a takeaway. This seafood soup is very delicious."

Zheng Luolai was not interested: "Oh."

Dewey snatched his cigarette suddenly: "Drink it quickly, try it quickly."

Zheng Luolai didn't respond, but suddenly reached out and hugged his waist, put his face on Dewey's body and said in a low voice: "This kind of life is so lonely."

Dewey shuddered suddenly, he didn't know why he became sad, and said in a panic: "Don't, don't say that, you can be a new man."

Zheng Luolai, who wanted to make a fuss about him, burst out laughing in an instant, and collapsed on the sofa with no image at all.

Dewey was simply confused.

Zheng Luolai laughed enough before asking: "Why don't you turn on your phone, who is looking for you?"

Dewey suddenly floated out like lasagna: "Your mother and my mobile phone were confiscated by the teacher again. My brother just bought it for me. Your mother..."

Zheng Luolai hurriedly raised his hand because of the noise: "All right, all right, I'll fix it for you tomorrow."

Dewey tuned in immediately and looked at him expectantly.

Zheng Luolai didn't know what was going on, and the boredom accumulated all night gradually disappeared, and he really looked for something to eat in the bag that Dewey had brought back.

He wondered to himself, could it be contagious that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black?

After staying with Erhuo for a long time, I naturally don't think too much about it.

This seems to be fine too.