I can't get enough to feed you

Meng Xiaoting sighed: "Hey, let's go, people always have to go home, I understand, it's a pity, I don't know if I can meet such a handsome guy in the future, if you are free, just make an appointment Yue Junxi came to play at home."

Meng Xiaojiang was puzzled when he heard this: "Am I familiar with him?"

Meng Xiaoting was also puzzled: "Aren't you familiar with him?"

Meng Xiaojiang thought he couldn't remember, I don't even remember what he looked like, it must be because I don't know him well.

How strange, Meng Xiaojiang thought again, why does my sister always mention this Junxi?

Meng Xiaoting saw that Meng Xiao Jiang didn't talk about Jun Xi, so she chuckled and mentioned the beauty: "Jiang Er, have you become enlightened and learned to go clubbing?"

"Wait." Meng Xiaoting stared again, "How did you learn to go clubbing, you are such a simple little white flower, you go to the bar and you will be eaten alive by those hungry women! Baby, sister will not allow you to do this Go to nightclubs, you can't play with those women who go to nightclubs!"

Meng Xiaojiang: "Sister, what are you talking about? I didn't understand a word."

"You've grown up, and your wings are hard? When you were young, you were my sister's bosom padded jacket, but when you grow up, you won't have anything to do with your sister!" Meng Xiaoting rolled her eyes at her younger brother and began to complain, "You still don't know what I'm talking about, you Yesterday I was sent back by a beautiful sister who smelled of alcohol, and that beauty told me that you drank too much at the bar."

Meng Xiaojiang frowned, he thought hard, and found that he couldn't remember where he went or what he did yesterday, but following what Meng Xiaoting said, he felt vaguely that it was just like that.

Meng Xiaojiang tapped his head again, and muttered back to Meng Xiaoting: "I can't remember, I can't remember what I did yesterday."

Meng Xiaoting raised her head and took a sip of the wine, and took out another packet of shredded squid. Just as she opened it, Meng Xiaojiang beside her groaned in her stomach. Meng Xiaoting handed the packet of shredded squid to Meng Xiaojiang in surprise: "Are you Haven't had dinner yet?"

Meng Xiaojiang thought about it, he didn't just have dinner, he didn't eat all day, since he woke up, he was lying in a sad daze on the bed, because his heart was empty, so he was very sad.And because it is empty sadness, it is very unreasonable and meaningless to be sad.

It was nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Meng Xiaojiang was sitting at the bar in the kitchen, watching Meng Xiaoting, who was wearing a white nightdress, yawning and serving noodles to him.

After a few minutes, Meng Xiaoting put the cooked noodles in front of Meng Xiaojiang with a pot and chopsticks.

Meng Xiaojiang lowered his head, and the steam was rising from the pot. He picked it up with chopsticks, and there was a poached egg buried under the noodles.

Meng Xiaoting sat across from Meng Xiaojiang with her cheeks on her hands, and reprimanded softly, "You are such a big person, you don't even know to eat on time, Jiang Er, are you a sleepy god, you are lying on the bed?" One day, you can really endure hunger."

"I don't know if I'm coming down to eat, and I'm so hungry at this point, so I only order instant noodles." Meng Xiaoting said with a heartbroken mother, "Is instant noodles edible? They are all preservatives. If you eat too much, you will die and be buried in the future." In the soil, after hundreds of years, once dug out, oh shit, it still looks like a living person!"

Meng Xiaojiang's eyes were sore from the heat of the noodles, and he was moved by the elder sister's late-night noodle soup. When he heard Meng Xiaoting's words, he shivered in the middle of the night, and Meng Xiaojiang replied tremblingly: "It's in the middle of the night, Sister, can we stop saying such scary things?"

"Then you eat on time, and learn how to cook noodles by the way, okay?" Meng Xiaoting began to persuade Dafa earnestly, "Don't always think that our family is rich, even if you don't know how to cook, you can go out to eat, but when you go out to eat, how can you stay at home?" If you cook it yourself, let me tell you, even a Michelin-starred restaurant may not have a clean back kitchen.”

Meng Xiaojiang said "Yes", and Meng Xiaoting said again: "It's really not good, you hurry up and find a girlfriend, and when you get married, at least someone will cook for you, so that you won't starve to death in bed."

"Girls are not born to cook for me." Meng Xiaojiang lowered his head and sipped a mouthful of noodles, "If I marry a wife just to have someone to take care of me, then I might as well find a senior nanny. This, is this treating a girl as a mother?"

Meng Xiaoting blinked her big eyes that were opened from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Meng Xiaojiang, who was eating noodles with her head bowed and snoring. As an otaku, Meng Xiaojiang is impeccable in terms of family background.

Although Meng Xiaojiang's appearance is delicate and lacks masculinity, whether it is a masculine handsome guy or a clean and delicate handsome guy like Meng Xiaojiang-as long as it is a handsome guy, it must be scarce.

Coupled with Meng Xiaojiang's views and ideas on girls, Meng Xiaoting believes that Meng Xiaojiang is a person who truly respects girls.

Such a boy, if a girl finds out about him, how sought after will he be?

Meng Xiaoting closed her eyes and thought of the future, her good brother belonged to another woman, and she was suddenly jealous, thinking viciously in her heart, if it was Meng Xiaozhuo and Meng Xiaoqiao, she would shed tears of bitterness for her future sister-in-law up.

Meng Xiaojiang ate the noodles and eggs in a few mouthfuls, then picked up the pot and drank the noodle soup. Meng Xiaoting put her face on her face: "Is it delicious?"

Meng Xiaojiang put down the pot and replied honestly: "It's okay, I can eat it."

Meng Xiaoting nodded, and only a small light was turned on in the kitchen. Under the dim and gentle light, the more Meng Xiaoting looked at it, the more she felt that Meng Xiaojiang's appearance was also very good. She thought about it and said to Meng Xiaojiang sincerely: "Jiang'er, I don't know who will see your excellence in the future."

Meng Xiaojiang sat on the high stool, his legs dangling, he didn't understand why and asked with shame: "I'm just a piece of wood, sister, don't praise me."

"I mean, I don't know which girl you will belong to in the future." Meng Xiaoting replied, "There must be a girl who will see you, no, when you start school and enter university, Jiang Er, it's not that my sister is exaggerating. There are going to be a lot of little girls trying to jump on you."

Meng Xiaojiang scratched the back of her head: "If it's to comfort me, thank you, sister."

"I'm telling the truth, I'm speaking from experience." Meng Xiaoting laughed, and taught Meng Xiaojiang meaningfully, "Girls are not all cute and kind. Girls also have green tea and bad things." Those who are mindful and unscrupulous are just like human beings, regardless of men and women, they are still human first, as long as they are human, there are good and bad, beauty, ugliness, good and evil."

"Jiang'er, if you want to find a girlfriend or be treated well by a girl, you must clean your eyes and observe from the details whether this person is a kind-hearted person."

Meng Xiaojiang didn't know why after listening to this long paragraph, she asked Meng Xiaoting in a low voice with doubts: "Sister, have you... Have you been frustrated recently? Have you ever talked about a boyfriend?"

Meng Xiaoting, who was obsessed with plastic surgery, fell silent at the university stage, which was the most suitable time to talk about boyfriends.

Seeing that Meng Xiaoting was silent, Meng Xiaojiang thought that Meng Xiaoting was really emotionally hurt. He hesitated again and again, and comforted him softly: "There is always someone who will see your goodness and cherish you, sister. If you are sad, it means that he does not have you in his heart at all, and it also means that he is not the person you should meet in this life."

In the dark, Meng Xiaoting replied sadly: "I have never met this person who makes me sad!"

Meng Xiaojiang: "——Then why did you say such a sentence suddenly? This is so misleading!"

"That's the line." Meng Xiaoting looked at Meng Xiaojiang with an indescribable expression on her face, "Am I someone who can say such reasonable and philosophical words? Of course I memorized the lines from the script. I just looked at your face Looking lonely, I thought you were broken in love."

Meng Xiaojiang nodded, speechless: "I thought you were broken in love. I don't even have anyone who can have a crush on you. How can you be broken in love?"

After finishing speaking, the siblings were relatively speechless. After a few minutes, the two covered their faces together and discovered the fact that they were both single. For a while, Meng Xiaoting and Meng Xiaojiang didn't know whether they should be for each other first. With a handful of tears of sympathy, it is better to cry for the performance of being single so far.

On the second day, Meng Xiaojiang fell asleep and forgot about it.

Meng Xiaojiang woke up at 10:30 in the morning for the first time this time. After waking up, Meng Xiaojiang did not stay in bed, but got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, Meng Xiaojiang changed into his sports clothes. At around eleven o'clock, he sat in front of the computer, took out his mobile phone, and found a new message on WeChat.

In the message is a character who remarked the sketch teacher. The teacher sent a WeChat message asking him why he didn't come to class. Did he have no time to come to class?

He also tactfully said that if it was due to other reasons, such as economic reasons, only Meng Xiaojiang loved painting, and the teacher would not mind subsidizing him to continue his studies.

Meng Xiaojiang's mind turned and turned, and he vaguely remembered that he had applied for a painting class. At the same time, he also vaguely remembered that he also met a high school student in illustration, but why didn't he take this illustration class? , Meng Xiaojiang thought and thought, a golden spell flashed in his brain, Meng Xiaojiang automatically completed the matter for himself - because he was not interested in learning, so he dropped out of class and never went Take this sketching class.

Meng Xiaojiang figured it out, and lowered his head to reply to the teacher. As long as he doesn't see the real person, social barriers are fine. Facing the screen of his mobile phone, across the wireless network, he politely thanked the teacher first, and then edited A reason for busy study and need to make up lessons.

After sending the message, Meng Xiaojiang sat on the swivel chair and turned around in a circle. Wechat received a reply from the teacher.

The sketch teacher also respected his choice. The two said goodbye on WeChat, but they didn't delete each other. It's just that Meng Xiaojiang knew very well that if there were no accidents, maybe this would just be a person lying in the communication list. , but it's just an avatar that won't be contacted all the year round.