Choose me next year, I'm super sweet

"Not enough." Zhou Lan stared at him, his eyes were sharper than his. Under the illumination of the street lamp, his dark pupils were bright and sharp, and his lips and teeth were like swords.

"Like is never a great thing. Both cats and dogs know what liking is. Ah Huang in my hometown also likes Ah Hui who is opposite. The reason why people's feelings are great is because people know what respect and understanding are. Without this Two, the so-called liking is the knife in the hands of the mentally ill, the sharp edge to kill whoever you want, and you don’t have to be responsible after killing.”

Zhou Lan still has a lot to scold, he can scold Zhao Yi to death without swearing, but Zhao Yi stops him.

He admired Zhao Yi very much, in such an environment where sparks were flying and the atmosphere was bad, he could still kiss.

So much so that in the eyes of passers-by, they looked like a quarreling couple.

Zhou Lan's teeth were knocked by him, because Zhao Yi grabbed his collar and pulled him forward, and his lips were knocked and numb under the sudden impact.

If it was burning with anger just now, now it is the kind of anger that burns all over his body, so that he can hardly breathe, and his mind starts to go blank. Zhou Lan thinks that this person can be buried, and he will not pay homage to the remains.

Holding down the cigarette that was left out after only two puffs, he raised his hand and pressed it towards Zhao Yi.

"Damn!" Zhao Yi's muscles in his hands tightened for a moment, and his instinct made him quickly push Zhou Lan away, and raised his hand to cover his side neck with a low cry.

Taking two steps back, Zhou Lan saw the extinguished and crumpled cigarette butt in Zhou Lan's hand.

"You...!" Zhao Yi stared at him, never expecting him to do something like this.

"Small injury, but I still recommend going to the hospital to see if it gets infected." Zhou Lan walked to the trash can, threw away the cigarette butt, turned around and stopped looking at Zhao Yi.

"Zhou Lan!" Zhao Yi called him from behind.

Zhou Lan took two steps and looked back at him, his eyes were full of indescribable things, at least things that Zhao Yi couldn't understand.

The wind blew past Zhou Lan's face, making his hair messy. Zhou Lan felt that his look must be very vicissitudes.

Looking at Zhao Yi on the opposite side, it was like some kind of bitter drama, the movement of clutching his neck seemed to have been stabbed by him just now.

The atmosphere of Qiong Yao drama.

He sighed in the wind, and felt that it was necessary for him to make it clear once again: "Although you really like me, you really look down on me. You have your own standards and bottom lines, and these things will not be caused by me. Change, of course, no one needs to change for anyone, and it’s not that there are not enough human beings, only the two of us can make do.”

There is no need to embarrass yourself with anyone, Zhou Lan looks at this young man, it makes people worry.

I made an appointment for a car, and there happened to be an empty car nearby, and it came within 2 minutes. Zhou Lan got into the car and just rode Juechen, leaving Zhao Yi behind.

He is quite afraid of emotional debt, otherwise he would be pinched by Zhao Yi when he first noticed the signs, so he wouldn't avoid it again and again, until today he would have to scold him with alcohol.

Being liked can be stressful.

He never learned how to deal with this kind of thing well.

Zhou Lan looked at the scenery outside, his mood fell to the bottom, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to go crazy.

The feeling of feeling that I am trash and that I have not made progress is greater than Zhao Yi's sense of existence.

Not only this unresolved relationship, but also countless pasts living in his body, all awakened at the same time

It seems that he is still so naive and so helpless, as if he has never grown up and has not changed in any way.

The strength of his body was taken away in an instant. After getting out of the car, he basically didn't look at the road. He walked along the road. This road has been familiar for a long time, and he can't make mistakes even if he wants to go to other places No chance to go.

The same goes for other things.

Go upstairs, enter the elevator, reach out for the key, and hold the key in your hand.

After getting out of the elevator, Zhou Lan looked down at the ground, and when he walked to the door, he saw a person standing in front of his house.

A pair of white sneakers.

Among the people Zhou Lan knows, there are very few people who can wear this kind of sneakers.

He raised his head and looked up from the pair of shoes, the loose sweatpants, the oversized sweatshirt, and the bag in his hand.

"How long have you been waiting?" Zhou Lan stepped forward, and twisted the key against the upper hole. Recently, the lock is not right, and it feels a bit obstructive, and it can't be opened without twisting hard.

"It didn't take long. I counted the time to come here after practice." Jiao Lang stood behind Zhou Lan, and he could see Zhou Lan's neck when he lowered his head.

The door opened, and Zhou Lan pushed it open: "There's no need to come here on purpose."

"It's better to send it here. I think you will wear it if you want to wear it." Jiao Lang said, "It's really not long. When I called you, I estimated the time when you would come back."

"Oh." Zhou Lan didn't want to say much, turned on the light and changed his shoes, walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, raised his eyes to see Jiao Lang coming in, put the bag on the table, and didn't intend to leave.

During this period of time, the two of them... quite frequently.

Zhou Lan didn't think about Lin Yi anymore, and had to find something else to fill the gap. Jiao Lang just bumped in, and he didn't refuse.

Usually, the two meet for dinner from time to time, and they will applaud happily almost that night.

When the time is up, I feel a little special. The meeting must mean that I want to do something.

Zhou Lan pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking that if she lit another cigarette, she would definitely look like a scumbag.

"I'm not in the mood today, you go back." Zhou Lan didn't look at Jiao Lang, but turned to the cushion next to the sofa.

"I... didn't come here because of that." Jiao Lang walked beside him. Zhou Lan happened to be sitting in the middle of this small two-seater sofa, and there was no room reserved for others.

Jiao Lang said this a little bit without confidence.

It'd be a lie to say he wasn't thinking about it, but he's not that badass to say he's only here for that.

"We haven't seen each other for almost a week." Jiao Lang glanced at Zhou Lan's loveseat again, his desire to sit down was uncontrollable.

Zhou Lan glanced at Jiao Lang's expression, and there was a little grievance in that look, she moved her body to give him half of the way out.

As soon as Lin Yi came back, Zhou Lan seemed to have forgotten him, which made Jiao Lang panic, feeling that his status had once again been lowered to the Turpan Basin.

Moving his head closer, Jiao Lang boldly put his arm around Zhou Lan's shoulder. Given the relationship they have had in-depth exchanges with each other many times, it shouldn't be a problem to hold Zhou Lan's shoulder.

Zhou Lan tilted her head, and didn't respond to Jiao Lang's approach.

Jiao Lang moved closer to Zhou Lan's side, and finally saw the tiredness in his eyes, and the sadness that was already very common, but Zhou Lan was usually good at covering it up, but now it was all exposed.

He seemed to be very tired, his vitality was drained, and he sat here empty.

Jiao Lang doesn't know how to coax people, especially if the person in front of him is Zhou Lan, who can say nice things?comfort him?Jiao Lang didn't even have the confidence to do well.

The relationship between them is not a pure love that can be secretly satisfied by giving a candy.

Jiao Lang can eat candy, but Zhou Lan is not a person who needs candy. On one point, Jiao Lang is quite self-aware. He put his arms around Zhou Lan and bit his neck lightly.

"I'm tired." Zhou Lan moved her body back, away from Jiao Lang's touch.

A hand gently covered his eyes: "Then close your eyes and rest for a while."

Zhou Lan's eyelashes trembled in his palm, sweeping gently from top to bottom, forming a closed arc, the itch pierced into Jiao Lang's heart.

Reaching out to hug Zhou Lan, Jiao Lang got up and headed towards the bedroom.

He didn't turn on the light, and just put Zhou Lan on the bed like this. Zhou Lan didn't make any sound, and closed her eyes as if she was asleep.

But Zhou Lan who was asleep was peaceful, and his eyes would not be so tired.

Jiao Lang leaned down and approached Zhou Lan's ear: "I will try my best to make you feel more relaxed."

Zhou Lan felt free to do whatever he wanted, and just spent the night. Anyway, he didn't want to move a finger anymore.

Jiao Lang kissed again and again, seeing that Zhou Lan's eyes were still closed, although his breathing was a little short, but his mood didn't seem to improve much.

It doesn't seem to be of much use...

Jiao Lang reached out and hugged Zhou Lan: "Forget it, go to sleep, I will accompany you."

Zhou Lan opened his eyes, the dim room was not enough to see Jiao Lang's expression clearly.

But Jiao Lang's embrace was very warm, Zhou Lan closed her eyes, feeling tired.

Jiao Lang felt Zhou Lan's breathing gradually stabilized in his arms, and tightly wrapped his hands around his waist, so that Zhou Lan could lean more comfortably in his arms.

He seems to have misunderstood Zhou Lan.

Although he always talks flirtatiously, sometimes he is indifferent, sometimes he is very casual, there is no problem that cannot be solved with one shot, if there is, it will be two shots.

Even such a Zhou Lan couldn't use indulgence to release his mood at this time, all he needed was a hug.

Zhou Lan leaned in Jiao Lang's arms, felt Jiao Lang's sideways, adjusted the angle and continued to hug him.

Zhou Lan has a feeling that life is like a ghost hitting a wall, going around and never going out, but now, he unexpectedly encountered a warm wall that never let him hit his head and break his blood.

**

On Saturday, Lin Yi and Chu Yu went out to watch a movie. This time, Lin Yi chose a movie in a serious manner, went to eat after watching the movie, and heard a surprised voice when walking along the booth.

"Chu Yu?"

Lin Yi and Chu Yu turned their heads almost at the same time, and saw that the source of the voice was Zhou Lina in the booth.

She was having dinner with her friends, and it seemed that it hadn't been long since the table had arrived, with only two glasses of water on it.

Her friend, like her, is also a beautiful girl with slightly curly hair and exquisite makeup. She asked curiously, "Lina, who is it?"

"People from our team." Zhou Lina noticed Lin Yi next to Chu Yu. When Chu Yu walked over just now, Lin Yi was walking on the inside of Chu Yu. She saw Chu Yu first, and blurted out to call him. It was Lin Yi who saw her at a glance, and she would never call Chu Yu back.

"Oh." Zhou Lina's friend glanced over inadvertently, looked them both up and down, and her eyes were a little bright: "Then...or let's make a table, I just ordered, just add a few more. .”

"No, it's inconvenient." Zhou Lina quickly restrained her friend beside her.

"Then I'll go first." Chu Yu said.

"Well, remember to be on time for training on Monday." Zhou Lina said.

Lin Yi walked beside Chu Yu, saying that there was nothing wrong with embarrassment, but the two of them felt a little uncomfortable, so they reluctantly greeted each other and followed Chu Yu away.

"It's very popular." Lin Yi sighed.

Chu Yu glanced at him, and Lin Yi also looked at him, but he didn't mean to be sour with ridicule, but just sighed with emotion for Chu Yu's charm that had nowhere to rest.

The two just looked at each other, Chu Yu looked at him, raised his hand and pinched his nose.

"How did you catch up with no popularity." Chu Yu said.

Lin Yi blinked, and didn't quite agree with Chu Yu's words: "You don't rely on popularity."