I can't get enough to feed you

Ou Yang had just left the house at this time, and he took out an elderly phone. The function of the elderly phone was monotonous, with straight buttons, only the most basic functions of calling and texting, and the font was huge. It was specially made for the elderly.

Ouyang took out his mobile phone, knowing that he was late for a long time, he wanted to call Meng Xiaojiang, but after exhausting his brain, Ouyang couldn't remember Meng Xiaojiang's eleven-digit mobile phone number.Fortunately, before his domestic thousand yuan smartphone was confiscated, Ouyang checked and checked the agreed place sent by Meng Xiaojiang on WeChat, so he was able to take a taxi to the agreed place accurately.

At this time, five or ten minutes had passed since the time agreed with Meng Xiaojiang.

After Ouyang took a rare taxi, arrived at the location, and was ushered into a box by the waiter, it was another 10 minutes later.

Meng Xiaojiang was so poor and bored that he could only play with his mobile phone with his head down. The mobile phone plan was expensive, and it came with unlimited data every month, and he didn't need to connect to the club's WiFi. Meng Xiaojiang directly used his own data to enter the frequent An anime forum.

A post in the forum is very popular, and the whole post is full of hostility after clicking in. Meng Xiaojiang took a big look, and his eyes were full of your mother's death and your father's death. , can be described as very busy.

Ouyang pushed the door and entered the private room. He was also anxious along the way, because he felt that Meng Xiaojiang was always dubious about him and did not fully trust him, so Ouyang still paid great attention to this meeting.

Unexpectedly, he almost died before he left the school. The more he was afraid of accidents, the more he would worry about what would happen. Ou Yang anxiously urged the driver to drive faster. The driver was very considerate of the young man at first, but the young man was extremely inconsiderate of the driver. Master, at the end, before arriving at the appointed place, Ou Yang almost had a fight with the driver.

The process was tortuous, but the result was lucky—Meng Xiaojiang did not leave angrily when he was late for an hour and 10 minutes, and was still waiting at the appointed place.

Ouyang stretched out his hand to wipe his profusely sweaty head, entered the box, sighed bitterly and plaintively at Meng Xiaojiang who was looking up at him, and uttered a very personal expression: "Alas!"

Hearing this lament, Meng Xiaojiang almost suspected that he was not the one who had been waiting for more than half an hour. Ouyang had already walked over to Meng Xiaojiang and sat down cross-legged very rudely.

At first glance, the box here seems to be imitating a Japanese-style box, with a low table and tatami mats, but it actually imitates the room style of a certain period in ancient China.

Ouyang sat cross-legged on the mat, and Meng Xiaojiang was separated from Meng Xiaojiang by the short table with carved patterns. Meng Xiaojiang looked at the man and wondered, "What's wrong with you?"

Ouyang shook his head, took a picture of his elderly smart phone on the table, and apologized very sadly: "Student Xiao Jiang, I'm sorry for making you wait for me for so long."

Meng Xiaojiang's eyes had already stopped on the elderly phone. He still remembered that Ouyang used a touch-screen smart phone before, so Meng Xiaojiang stared at the phone and asked suspiciously, "Why did you change your phone?" But then Meng Xiaojiang suddenly realized: "Did you lose your phone? I said why do you look like your mother is dead!"

Ouyang shook his head and said in his heart: "I haven't lost my phone—" Before he finished speaking, Ouyang reacted to Meng Xiaojiang's words, and his eyes glared: "Damn it, your mother died!"

Meng Xiaojiang shut up after finishing speaking, knowing that his brain was polluted by the hostile tearing posts on the forum, he sincerely did a self-examination in his heart, secretly thinking that the world is beautiful, and he will encounter tearing up in the future. Forced stickers are absolutely not allowed.

"I'm sorry, Ouyang." Meng Xiaojiang sincerely apologized to Ouyang after finishing his review, "You may not believe it, but I was browsing a forum before you came in. I didn't expect the quality of the forum users to be extremely low, which caused me to I didn't get rid of the words 'your mother is dead' and 'your whole family is dead' from my mind, and ended up talking bald for a while."

Ouyang found it difficult to trust this explanation, but he also felt guilty, and he also replied sincerely: "Actually, if I was only half an hour late, I wouldn't feel very guilty, but I'm late for so long, and you You found out that you can't reach me by calling or sending WeChat, you have been waiting for me until now..."

Ou Yangyue said that he suddenly felt that Meng Xiaojiang was really a good person, and he looked at Meng Xiaojiang very moved: "I used to think that you have no good points, but today I found out that you are really a good person!"

Meng Xiaojiang received a good person card. He was embarrassed to say that he had waited for more than half an hour, not more than an hour. He pointed to Ouyang's elderly phone: "Then why did you change your mobile phone? It's still turned off when you make a call. .”

"The phone number has also been changed." Ouyang immediately looked distressed when he heard the word "geriatric phone".

It turned out that Ouyang was already half an hour away from the appointed time, and he was already ready to go, with his mobile phone stuffed in his butt pocket, and he went out to meet Meng Xiaojiang in a graceful manner.

"As soon as I opened the door, my dad stood at the door." Ou Yang poured tea, took a sip to moisten his throat, and resentfully told what Ou Minglang did, "Whenever he saw me going out, he called me 'little bastard' It’s not good to sweep the street after studying’, and then beat me up after scolding me, and confiscated my mobile phone after hammering me.”

After confiscating Ouyang's mobile phone, Ou Minglang had a ferocious face and no paternal demeanor. He gave a long lecture on the dangers of playing with mobile phones to teenagers, and then took the documents left at home, bowed his head and left with his mobile phone up.

"Fortunately, I still have an old phone and a spare phone number that I used to use. My classmates all use Apple phones, but I don't pick one. A domestic thousand-yuan phone can be used without any complaints."

When Ouyang said this, he felt that his heart was full of sadness, so he let out another sad sigh, "Now even this domestic thousand yuan phone has been confiscated from me, and now I feel very uncomfortable in my heart. An Apple mobile phone can soothe my wounded heart."

Meng Xiaojiang didn't quite understand why the iPhone could bring comfort to Ouyang's heart, so he replied enviously to Ouyang: "That's great, can your troubles be solved with an iPhone? It's that easy to fix."

Although Ouyang suffered from Long Aotian's disease after passing the age of the second disease, but other than that, his brain is not stupid, and he is smarter and more flexible than ordinary people.

As soon as Ouyang's mind turned, he put away the sadness and lament on his face, envied and hated the price of an Apple mobile phone in Meng Xiaojiang's words, and smiled in an unfathomable understanding: "Your troubles are yours. A pair of eyes."

Meng Xiaojiang looked at Ouyang silently, Ouyang saw that Meng Xiaojiang didn't answer, so he continued to say: "If you don't admit it, I'm fine. After all, for you, it's you who bothers you. It's not me, if you treat each other sincerely, I can help you, but if you don't want to, we can go our separate ways."

Meng Xiaojiang's mouth twitched: "Don't say it so decisively, we are just ordinary classmates. Don't say it as if I am a heartless person."

Ouyang shrugged his shoulders and chuckled: "Men have been so fickle since ancient times."

Meng Xiao Jiang thought, as if you were not a man, he straightened his shoulders, sat up straight, Ouyang thought, the main event is coming.

Meng Xiaojiang opened his mouth: "It's not that I don't believe you, but I always feel that you just read too many online novels, so your spirit is not... stable."

Ouyang was taken aback, Meng Xiaojiang looked at Ouyang's expression and continued: "So, how do I know if you are a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, just talking casually, you have to come up with something to prove what you said is true of."

Ouyang: "You're smarter than I thought, I underestimated you."

"Your request is not too much." Ouyang smiled calmly, looking quite like an outsider, but unfortunately he did not have the appearance of an outsider.

Meng Xiaojiang saw Ouyang unhurriedly take out a stack of papers from his trouser pocket, about a dozen sheets thick, Ouyang squeezed one paper tightly, and stuffed the rest back into his trouser pocket up.

Meng Xiaojiang looked at the paper, yellow paper and red letters, and there were almost no slaps. He was suddenly puzzled: "Are you going to dance to the gods? The water soaked in ashes from the dropped runes—”

Before Meng Xiaojiang finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

He stared dumbfounded at the yellow talisman flying in front of him, then circled around his head, and flew back into Ouyang's open palm.

With Ouyang's palm facing up, Meng Xiaojiang stared at the talisman in his palm, and found that it was more accurate to say that Ouyang was holding the yellow talisman.

Meng Xiaojiang opened his mouth: "Oh my god! Magic?!"

Ouyang retorted dissatisfiedly: "What kind of magic, this is magic. I am a demon catcher. I am not good at melee combat yet, but I am not boasting. I am still very talented in using talismans."

Meng Xiaojiang stared at the talisman paper, hesitated for a while: "Well, this is not very convincing, did it use some kind of magnetic levitation technology, I think the current technology can do such a thing, right? .”

This time, Ouyang stared at Meng Xiaojiang dumbfounded: "What technology is so awesome, you got it for me to see? Drones are not so fucking awesome!"

"I think there is still technology that can do it. I will go home and ask my dad or my mom to help me look it up." Meng Xiaojiang replied.

Ouyang opened his mouth, thinking that Meng Xiaojiang was an eye-opener for him. It was already broad daylight and he was full of science and technology. This was the first time he met such a reckless person.

Ouyang continued his efforts: "Tell me, what do you want me to do? Do you believe me only if I fly into the sky?"

Meng Xiaojiang was silent for a while: "I'm not afraid to tell you that I have always been an atheist. Even if you fly into the sky, I will think that you just used some kind of technology."

Ouyang was silent for a while, and took back the yellow paper talisman. Meng Xiaojiang stared at Ouyang, and asked tentatively, "Do you have any other tricks?"

Ouyang replied sincerely: "It's the first fucking time I saw a person with a pair of yin and yang eyes tell me - I'm an atheist."

"It's a wonderful thing in the world." Ouyang clasped his fists and bowed to Meng Xiaojiang, "I've convinced you!"