Strawberry West Toast

Years ago, Wang Xiuming had many dinners. Part of the dinner was company staff, and the other part was partners. Wang Zhen participated in it two or three times. Whenever he talked about topics related to education, Wang Xiuming would be temporarily embarrassed here.Later, Wang Xiuming no longer allowed Wang Zhen to attend, and Wang Zhen relaxed for a while.

This year Wang Xiuming was very abnormal. The day before the dinner, he spoke in a serious tone and specifically informed Wang Zhen that he would spare time tomorrow without leaving room for rebuttal.

Wang Zhen didn't refuse, he didn't want to have a dispute with Wang Xiuming about this.Boring and draining energy.

The place for dinner was a courtyard-style restaurant. The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low. Wang Zhen put his hands in his pockets. When he entered, there were already some people sitting on the table, most of them with children.A girl with long hair is sitting by the window.When she raised her head, Wang Zhen was stunned for a few seconds and recognized her.

Lan Xin said "Hi" and waved to him.

"...Hi." Wang Zhen greeted hesitantly.Wang Xiuming began to introduce the visitors one by one.

Hearing that Wang Zhen and Lan Xin are classmates, they arrange Wang Zhen next to Lan Xin.Wang Zhen poured Lan Xin a cup of buckwheat tea.Lan Xin said, "I haven't seen you at school for a long time."

Wang Zhen said: "I have been to the fourth floor during the big break, you may not have noticed."

"Really." Lan Xin thought for a while, but she didn't remember, "Time flies so fast, I saw that empty seat in the evening self-study, and I wondered where the people here went."

After the dishes were served, Wang Zhen and Lan Xin chatted for a while, and the elders at the table talked about the college entrance examination.Wang Zhen was a little surprised to hear that Lan Xin studied painting in her spare time.Lan Xin's mother smiled and said, "Our family is a half-baked guy, and Mr. Wang's son is a professional."

Wang Xiuming waved his hand, and took a look at Lan Xin and Wang Zhen: "It's not considered a major. If the child is interested, let him learn. Your daughter is too good to compare."

Halfway through the meal, the topic turned to business. Wang Xiuming looked at Wang Zhen, and Lan Xin's mother suddenly suggested: "You two can go out if you want to. Chat more with your classmates. They both like painting and have common topics. .”

Wang Zhen swallowed a mouthful of cold tea, got up and walked out of the room in silence.Lan Xin followed behind him and stopped in front of a pond of water lilies.

Lan Xin fiddled with the water lilies with her toes, and said, "If you're afraid of the cold, go back first, I'll take a walk outside."

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just chat casually, they eat theirs."

The phone in his pocket vibrated, Wang Zhen asked Lan Xin to sit on the rattan chair, then sat opposite her, and took out the phone.

Pei Yiwei posted the inside pages of a book related to history.Attached a few words: "This paragraph can be written."

Pei Yiwei may not realize that Wang Zhen is not interested in these things. From time to time, he sends books to Wang Zhen that he is reading. Some of the contents are difficult, and Wang Zhen can't fully understand them, so he just echoes "[great.jpg]".

Wang Zhen replied: "Dining out with my father."

"Well," Pei Yiwei said, "don't drink, protect your stomach."

Lan Xin suddenly said: "Are you in love?"

Wang Zhen put down his phone, a little confused, and looked at her.

"I lost my eyes from laughing," Lan Xin smiled, "Are you in the class now?"

Wang Zhen shook his head and smiled: "Don't guess, you can't guess anyway."

Lan Xin couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't guess."

Wang Xiuming drank while eating, and Lan Xin's mother called a valet driver for him when he was leaving. Wang Zhen opened the car door and stepped in first. Wang Xiuming did not go to the co-pilot, but sat beside him.

After drinking, Wang Xiuming leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and asked Wang Zhen, "What did you talk to your classmates about?"

Wang Zhen said that they chatted casually, Wang Xiuming frowned, and said, "Boys should take the initiative, don't wait for girls to come looking for them, no matter how good-looking they are."

Wang Zhen looked at the front of the car, the city's night lights were colorful, and blue or red halos flashed in the car from time to time.

"Speak, don't be a mute." Wang Xiuming said.

"It's out of the question." Wang Zhen finally said.

Wang Xiuming's cheeks bulged, and he said, "What's 'out of line'."

Wang Zhen said: "It's almost Chinese New Year, let's not talk about this."

Wang Xiuming smiled: "I don't have too many expectations for you. If you are safe and happy, I can retire with peace of mind. But you know happiness. Happiness should be based on not hurting others and being recognized by society."

In the middle of speaking, Wang Xiuming supported his forehead, his voice gradually lowered.Then, the car fell silent.The beep of the car navigation echoes in the narrow space.

Carrying the blue garbage bag and walking down the stairs, Pei Yi opened the door with a slight swipe.The street lights flashed twice.The gutters were filled with dead yellow leaves.

There was a broken glass bottle in the bag. Pei Yiwei checked it to make sure there was no break in the bag, and then threw it into the trash can.A voice sounded behind him, and Pei Yiwei stopped closing the lid of the box.

Wang Zhen sat on the back seat of the bicycle, watching him quietly, like a stray cat in the dark.

"Why didn't you go home?" Pei Yiwei stepped forward, touched his hands, feeling a little cold, and held them in his palms.

"The child was disobedient and kicked out." Wang Zhen pressed his head on his waist, "Would you consider taking him in for a while."

"I don't think about it." Pei Yiwei said.

Wang Zhen immediately raised his head and stared at him.

Pei Yiwei said again: "Get up, kid."

Wang Zhen hugged his waist and refused to move.Pei Yi patted his back slightly, feeling a little helpless.Wang Zhen muttered, "Carry me on your back."

Pei Yi glanced at him slightly, then turned and squatted down.

Wang Zhen was stunned: "...I am quite heavy."

"My own request," Pei Yiwei patted his calf, "Hurry up."

Wang Zhen had no choice but to hug her obediently.Pei Yiwei's shoulders are not thick, but a little hard.Wang Zhen put his chin in his soft neck, and the warm body temperature wrapped around his chest like gauze with no specific shape.His shoulders are relaxed.

"Where are you going?" Wang Zhen was a little puzzled when he saw that he hadn't gone upstairs.

"Go to the black market," Pei Yiwei said, "and sell you."

Wang Zhen froze for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

Wang Zhen murmured: "Remember the money sold for fifty-five cents, and don't sell my hand, but paint."

"Just sell painting hands," Pei Yiwei said, "Buy one and get one free."

Wang Zhen bit him, pinched his cheek and said, "Money fan, you are finished." He wrenched off his back and walked back.

Pei Yiwei turned around and dragged the man back, hugged him hard, quickly put the little sheep on, lit the fire and drove out of the community, stopping at the entrance of the supermarket.Wang Zhen stayed in the car at first, but when he saw that he had turned off the ignition and pulled out the key, he had no choice but to jump out of the car and go in with him.

Pei Yiwei bought soap, paper towels and garbage bags, but there were not many things, and the surface of the down jacket was still cold after paying the bill.Wang Zhen gave him the gloves and stuffed them into the pockets of his down jacket.The little sheep drove downstairs, Wang Zhen leaned lazily on his shoulder, he parked the car, and helped the boneless man upstairs.

Hu Xiao'e went to her sister's house and left a small lamp in the living room.Pei Yiwei took off the outer jacket for him.Wang Zhen hugged his neck, and he couldn't bend down.He rubbed Wang Zhen's hair, and Wang Zhen muttered "Xiao Pei", apparently sleepy.

Pei Yi made a little effort and carried Wang Zhen into the room.When Wang Zhen was sleepy, he didn't care about anything, and just slept next to each other.Pei Yiwei took a lesson once, fearing that he would catch a cold, so she helped him take off his socks and trousers and put them in the laundry basket.The shirt is a little troublesome, and I can only untie it one by one.Pei Yiwei took off his glasses and put them on the table.The nose pads pressed two red marks on the face.Pei Yiwei rubbed it a few times with his fingers, the base of his nose turned red, and the red marks were still there, probably because of his thin skin.

Pei Yiwei went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when she came out, her body was dripping, and the water dripped all the way into the bedroom.The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the sound of the air supply was very clear.He touched the remote control to turn off the air conditioner, dried his hair with a towel, turned off the wall lamp, and walked out of the bedroom.

When Wang Zhen woke up, his feet were a little cold.He tucked his feet under the covers, rolled over, and opened his eyes.The desk lamp with blue floral flowers was slightly whitened by the sunlight.Wang Zhen sat up and called out "Pei Yiwei" twice.

"What's the matter?" Pei Yiwei pushed open the door from the outside, wearing that black sweater and a pair of army green slacks.

"It's nothing, I thought you went somewhere." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei said: "I'm making breakfast, I want noodles or noodles."

Wang Zhen was a little surprised: "You know how to cook?"

"A little bit," Pei Yiwei said, "come here."

Wang Zhen followed him to the kitchen.Sliced ​​green onions, ginger, peppers, and diced meat are placed on the sink in the center of four small white porcelain plates.A porcelain bowl holds the seasoning that has been stirred.

"This is to make scorpion noodles? How can you know everything..." Wang Zhen said.

"I'm learning now." Pei Yiwei took out his mobile phone, and it was playing a video of making Xunzi noodles, but he paused it.

"When did you start?" Wang Zhen wondered how long it would take to prepare the material.

Pei Yi glanced at the clock in the living room and said, "About six o'clock."

Wang Zhen suddenly blushed a little, feeling ashamed, her boyfriend is too self-disciplined.

After the noodles were cooked, Wang Zhen handed him the washed bowl.Pei Yiwei remembered that Wang Zhen didn't eat much, and it wasn't full.After serving it on the table, the bowl behind is emitting wisps of white gas, and the saozi dripping on the surface is a perfect circle.Wang Zhen took out his mobile phone and took dozens of pictures in a row, but he was not satisfied no matter how he took them, and felt that he did not present it in the best condition in the photos.

Pei Yiwei handed him the chopsticks.Wang Zhen took a bite slowly, unwilling to eat too soon.While blowing and eating, I suddenly remembered what Pei Yiwei said last night, so I asked, "Auntie, won't your relatives take you?"

Pei Yiwei put down his chopsticks and said, "I didn't bring them this year."

Seeing Wang Zhen's confusion, he explained: "She asked me to stay with my dad for a while."

Wang Zhen was even more puzzled, and Pei Yiwei didn't continue.While washing the dishes, Wang Zhen squeezed a little detergent into the palm of his hand and wiped it on Pei Yiwei's face.Pei Yiwei was wiping the sink, unable to spare.After setting up the rag, he held Wang Zhen's wrist, carried him to the sink, kissed him, and the dish soap returned to his face.

Wang Zhen stretched his arms around his neck and asked him, "Auntie wants to live with him again?"

"He is willing to give up compensation for demolition," Pei Yiwei said, "if I go to see him every week."

Wang Zhen kissed him on the cheek and said, "Are you going?"

"do not know."

After finishing speaking, Pei Yiwei hugged him and kissed his nose, lips, and chin.Very light kiss.Wang Zhen's body trembled, and his breathing slowed down with his kiss.The hands on the waist were warm and soft, intoxicating.Wang Zhen felt himself melted, turning into a handful of warm water, flowing from Pei Yiwei's fingers.