I can't get enough to feed you

Meng Xiaojiang got out of bed quietly, Ji Xuanyuan looked up at him, Meng Xiaojiang thought he could finally shut up Mr. Junxi, he said with a smile: "You use a tablet, I use a computer."

Ji Xuanyuan's cheeks puffed up, and he pursed his mouth like a duck: "Aren't you going to watch it with me?"

Meng Xiaojiang shook his head, and was about to reject the invitation when the phone vibrated twice, and it was WeChat that had received a new message.

Meng Xiaojiang quickly took out his mobile phone: "My dad replied to the message... It's not my dad, who is this? Have I added this person?"

Ji Xuanyuan pressed the pause button, and when the tablet was buttoned, he bent his knees, knelt on the edge of the bed and grabbed Meng Xiaojiang's shoulders, leaned his head over, and saw a message from the person whose WeChat note was Teacher Wang, asking Meng Xiaojiang what to do? Why didn't you come to class today, and the phone couldn't get through.

Meng Xiaojiang's mobile phone number has long been flushed into the toilet of the club together with the previous mobile phone. The new mobile phone only has a mobile phone and does not have a calling card. Naturally, no one can contact him through the old mobile phone number.

Meng Xiaojiang looked at the WeChat, and Ji Xuanyuan asked him: "Xiao Jiang, haven't you had your holiday yet?"

"I finished the college entrance examination on June [-], what class do I still have?" Meng Xiaojiang was full of doubts, "Could it be that I signed up for a repeat class for myself, why didn't I know?"

"But it's also very possible." Meng Xiaojiang's face changed, "After all, I also lost several days of memory."

Thinking of this possibility, Meng Xiaojiang quickly replied to this teacher Wang, and the two chatted on WeChat with their donkey heads and ponytails, and Meng Xiaojiang discovered that this was a sketching and painting class.

Meng Xiaojiang didn't remember that he had signed up for a painting class, and he had taken several classes, and he was very baffled, thinking that he didn't seem like someone who would enroll in a painting class. He never had such an idea.

Full of doubts, Meng Xiaojiang asked the address of the painting class he had applied for, took out a few photos of Grandpa Mao from the drawer, stuffed them into his trouser pockets, and prepared to go out with his mobile phone, and his wallet and bank cards had already disappeared. Like his last mobile phone, he didn't know where he lost it.

Holding the tablet, Ji Xuanyuan didn't want to wait alone in the bedroom for Meng Xiaojiang's return, so he volunteered to accompany him all the way. On the way, the two of them watched the TV series with their heads together for less than half an hour, and then they arrived at the office building where the painting class was located.

Ji Xuanyuan was very fascinated by the sight, and refused to let go when he got out of the car with his head down. Meng Xiaojiang walked in front, and said something to Ji Xuanyuan intentionally, telling Ji Xuanyuan to watch the road and walk carefully, so as not to hit his head.

Ji Xuanyuan held the tablet computer in one hand, and pulled Meng Xiaojiang's clothes with the other. He was taller than Meng Xiaojiang by a head, so he bent slightly, and pulled the adult like a big child to prevent himself from getting lost.

Meng Xiaojiang was both annoyed and amused by this move, he walked forward, Ji Xuanyuan kept his eyes on the screen, holding his clothes with one hand and following him.

The two of them didn't talk about Meng Xiaojiang, Ji Xuanyuan's lowered head also caught the eyes of a bunch of young girls and young guys. When passers-by saw these two postures again, they turned their heads [-]% of the time.

Meng Xiaojiang was watched by passers-by, and when others looked at him, he didn't dare to look at them carefully, for fear of seeing something that was not human.

Enduring the gaze all the way, Meng Xiaojiang almost wanted to stuff himself into the cracks in the ground, and finally, before he almost forcefully retracted the tablet, Meng Xiaojiang arrived.

The painting class is called Mengmengda painting class. Meng Xiaojiang brought Ji Xuanyuan into the room. Unsurprisingly, the front desk lady was surprised by Ji Xuanyuan first. Meng Xiaojiang wanted to consult the front desk lady about his class registration information. However, the front desk lady greeted him like an old acquaintance with a smile.

Meng Xiaojiang suppressed his head full of "no memory", so he cheered up and talked with the reception lady. The reception lady asked three questions and answered three times. He didn't need to ask anything, but just asked a bunch of chirping questions. Every question could be regarded as According to the statement, Meng Xiaojiang quickly learned from the young lady's words that he came to class on time every day, and was very popular among the students in the class.

And this afternoon, Meng Xiaojiang had four classes. He came here now, and he could still catch up with the first half of the class. Of course, Meng Xiaojiang did not plan to continue his studies. He had no memory of the previous class content, let alone him. He has long been left behind, and now he has no interest in learning to paint.

The registration fee was just over 2000 yuan, and Meng Xiaojiang didn't care about this fee. He told the lady at the front desk in a quiet and serious voice: "I won't come to class anymore."

The lady at the front desk was naturally a little surprised, but she wasn't too surprised. Instead, she asked Meng Xiaojiang with concern: "What's the matter with the three-dimensional?"

Unexpectedly, the lady at the front desk is also a Two-dimensional house property. Meng Xiaojiang first felt a sense of closeness, then shook his head, and replied honestly: "I am not interested in painting, because I personally have no intention of continuing to learn." That's all."

The lady at the front desk nodded: "The right to choose is naturally in your hands, but according to the contract, you have attended more than two classes, and we will not refund the tuition fee. If you change your mind, you can come back to continue the class at any time. "

Meng Xiaojiang nodded casually, no more entanglement, but asked himself what day he reported to shift, and after confirming the time, he found that his memory really stayed at a week ago, staying at the time when he was with his brothers. On the night when my sister went to the clubhouse, he was on his way out of the box to go to the toilet.

The memory stays here, and the memory of the middle week is like a pencil drawing on white paper, wiped clean by an invisible eraser.It was so clean that he woke up in the toilet of another club a week later, and seamlessly thought that he had slept in the toilet until dawn, and he didn't realize that the place and time had changed drastically.

Meng Xiaojiang's heart was pounding, and he really wanted to shake his whole body on the spot. It would be a lie to say that he was not afraid. A normal person would be afraid that he had amnesia and brain problems. If it were him, he would have to think more.

It must not be a supernatural event, Meng Xiaojiang prayed tremblingly in his heart, bid farewell to the receptionist, and pulled Ji Xuanyuan who was standing motionless watching TV dramas.

Ji Xuanyuan was engrossed in watching, and his three souls and seven souls were already fascinated, and the expression on his face changed with the sorrow and joy of the characters in the play.

Meng Xiaojiang called "Junxi" twice softly, but Junxi completely ignored him, already immersed in the world of TV dramas, he was deaf to outside affairs.

Meng Xiaojiang was terrified and worried, looked at this big child-like brat Ji Xuanyuan, heaved a long sigh, and reluctantly grabbed Ji Xuanyuan's clothes, and sure enough, Ji Xuanyuan was like a kite on a string , Following Meng Xiaojiang's walk, he also opened his two long legs.

Seeing the way the two got along like this, the front desk lady held her face in pink bubbles. Ou Yang finished her homework ahead of time and quietly left early.Walking to the front hall, before seeing Meng Xiaojiang and Ji Xuanyuan, he first noticed the young lady holding her face at the front desk.

Ou Yang felt bad, is this lady at the front desk bewitched? Why is she smiling so evilly? After another glance, Ou Yang recognized the two people who were walking out. The short one at the head looked like Meng Xiao. ginger.

Ouyang looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly he looked back at the man in the dimly lit place.

With tears in his eyes, he strode his legs apart, chased after him like the wind, and shouted: "Meng Xiaojiang!"

Meng Xiaojiang and Ji Xuanyuan were shocked by the sound, and Ji Xuanyuan and Meng Xiaojiang, who were immersed in the TV series, looked back at the person who came.

Ouyang suddenly met a handsome face, Meng Xiaojiang poked his head out from behind Ji Xuanyuan, and asked suspiciously to the strange boy who obviously called him but looked at Ji Xuanyuan in a daze: "You called me?"

Ouyang looked at Meng Xiaojiang, and then at the peerless handsome guy who was looking at him quietly. He opened his mouth, his throat creaked, but he didn't say a word, because the two sentences were scrambling to escape, and all the while Time didn't know what to say first.

Combining the last two sentences, Ouyang asked Ji Xuanyuan and Meng Xiaojiang together in surprise and horror: "Why are you two together?!"

Meng Xiaojiang and Ji Xuanyuan looked at each other, and they knew each other well that it was a strange incident that could not be explained in words when they were together.

Since Meng Xiaojiang entered the office building, he began to suffer from interpersonal communication barriers, which made him look introverted and quite indifferent.Meng Xiaojiang asked the young boy who was a stranger to him in a concise and soft voice: "You don't care why the two of us are together."

Ji Xuanyuan also smiled slightly, staring at the face of the seventeen or eighteen boy in front of him, not letting go of his expression, wondering who this is, but Ji Xuanyuan greeted tentatively with doubts: "Hi, we meet again."

Ouyang took a step back silently, and smiled like a toothache: "Long time no see."

Meng Xiaojiang turned his head abruptly and looked at Ji Xuanyuan in surprise.

Ouyang went to see Meng Xiaojiang again, and asked softly, "Do you know him?"

Meng Xiaojiang didn't know how to answer, he found that the person in front of him knew "Junxi", he really didn't know the people around him - he didn't even know what "Junxi"'s real name was.

So Meng Xiaojiang returned Ouyang an indifferent look with a blank face.

Ouyang didn't expect that Meng Xiaojiang's attitude towards him would change suddenly after seeing him for a day, and there was no friendly communication between the two of them in normal times.Ouyang frowned. When he saw Meng Xiaojiang, he had a stomach full of things to say, but when he looked at Ji Xuanyuan, it was obvious to the naked eye that he had a feeling for Ji Xuanyuan. A respect mingled with alarm and horror.

"This is not a place to talk." Ouyang looked at the two, "Let's talk in another place."

Meng Xiaojiang also had a lot of doubts in his mind, the two of them turned into a three of them, and the appearance of the three of them was raised by N levels by Ji Xuanyuan's own strength, it was a super handsome guy with two handsome guys who also had their own charms, The three of them travel like stars, and they look back all the way.

Finally, under the leadership of Ouyang, the three of them entered a nearby alley, where not only the environment was quiet, but also a cafe with a relatively good price-performance ratio.

The three sat down, and Ji Xuanyuan generously ordered a cup of caramel macchiato and a piece of matcha mille-feuille.

Meng Xiaojiang had no appetite, so he ordered a glass of lemon soda, which was also worth 22 yuan. When the waiter stopped his eyes on Ouyang, Ouyang was very shy recently, so he asked the waiter: "Ice water Is there a charge?"

The waiter smiled and replied, "Five yuan for ice water."

A glass of ice water is five yuan, Ouyang thought, this is simply random pricing, it should be reported to the Price Bureau, but five yuan is indeed affordable, but no matter what Ouyang thinks, he thinks that spending five yuan to buy something is not worth it. All right, buy a glass of plain water with ice—he feels like this is going to be a fool's errand.