Why did I bring forty pounds of bricks to the variety show?

He really didn't remember.

This is quite normal, after all, it was just a vacation together many years ago.

Jiang Wangye pursed his lower lip: "Hi, I'm Jiang Wangye."

"I know." Yue Lianzhou smiled, and couldn't be more polite, "I watched your "Difficult Way to Die" and it was very good."

"Difficult Ways to Die" is Jiang Wangye's most popular TV series recently, in which he plays the role of the heroine's sick brother Huang Xiong, a traditional beauty, strong and pale moonlight type.

"Thank you," Jiang Wangye twitched his lips, "I've been watching your games too, and you played very well. Congratulations to BOH for winning three consecutive championships."

This is not polite. Although Jiang Wangye didn't play games much, he did watch all the games.

"Thank you." Yue Lianzhou twitched his lips politely, then lowered his head and continued to pack his luggage.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, Jiang Wangye leaned against the wall, staring at Yue Lianzhou in a daze.

It was purely a coincidence that he met Yue Lianzhou.

In the first year of high school, Jiang Wangye's mother worked out of town, met her current husband, and remarried resolutely. Jiang Wangye followed his mother across half of China to the south.

His stepfather is an employee of a power plant. He lives in a small, underdeveloped county town. He has a car and a house, and works leisurely. He lives a decent life in the county town. He has a son who is six years older than Jiang Wangye and is a sophomore in college.

The folk customs in the county are simple and honest, and people around speak difficult dialects, and even the teachers don't use Mandarin very much in lectures.

When Jiang Wangye first went there, he was called by the teacher and didn’t know it was him. It was the first time he knew what it was like for a foreigner to learn Chinese. Even after trying to guess for more than a month, he still couldn’t tell what the teacher was talking about.

In addition, the textbooks here are very different from the ones I have learned before, the living environment has changed, and there is a sudden addition of a father... Jiang Wangye's grades have plummeted, but the teachers in this small broken county are weak enough, and the grades of the people around him are ridiculously poor , he got his lowest score ever in the final exam, and he was still in the top ten in the class.

Jiang Wangye felt ashamed when he got the report card, but both his stepfather and mother thought his grades were pretty good.

Jiang Wangye has a strong sense of crisis, and he knows that if he keeps this score, he will have no hope of getting into university.

After the holiday, he bought a bunch of information books and planned to save it through self-study.

As a result, on the first day of the holiday, his brother who had never masked came back.

This brother is called Li Youjie. He is not tall and has dark skin. He lives in a three-ben university. He just threw out all Jiang Wangye's stuff.

Jiang Wangye's newly bought tutorial books were thrown all over the floor, and the bedding and pillows were thrown from the window.

That day, the room was filled with Li Youjie's roar, stepfather's roar, and mother's soft cry.

"Xiao Ye, your brother can't accept it for a while, you have to understand him."

Hearing what she said in dialect, Jiang Wangye suddenly realized that he was an outsider.

He knew that Mother Jiang had always wanted to be a qualified stepmother.

Long before Li Youjie came back, she had prepared many things for her stepson.

A new mobile phone, a new computer, sneakers that can only be bought with a month's salary...

She bought many things that Jiang Wangye had never bought before.

It's okay, because his stepfather did the same to him.

The two adults worked very hard to run the family well. Jiang Wangye was sensible early on, he understood this kind of hard work, and of course he would not ask for anything else.

But at the moment when he found that everyone only spoke a dialect, but he hadn't learned it yet, Jiang Wangye felt as if he had been abandoned.

Jiang Wangye had no father since he was a child, and lived with his grandparents when he was a child. There was no junior high school in the village when he was older. Jiang Wangye studied well, so Jiang's mother took him to the city to attend junior high school.

Li Youjie is not.

His father was at odds with his ex-wife, but he maintained the relationship in order not to affect his son's entrance examination. When his son was admitted to university, the two divorced immediately.

Li Youjie's left hand is the admission notice, and his right hand is the court notice.

But both families love him and welcome him home.

That day Li Youjie slammed the door and left after throwing things away, and went to find his own mother.

Jiang Wangye looked at his back with envy.

The stepfather apologized to Jiang Wangye in a low voice in embarrassment, and Jiang's mother whispered to him beside him: "Don't be angry with your brother, just wait for him to figure it out. You have always been very good, haven't you?"

Jiang Wangye thought, what if he gets angry?

He couldn't slam the door and leave like Li Youjie did.

Li Youjie still has a second home, but he no longer has one.

15-year-old Jiang Wangye nodded while clutching the test book that fell apart: "Okay."

Later, Li Youjie came back several times, and each time he would get angry. Jiang Wangye watched him fall and fall silently, and silently put his things back together after he left.

It was a little late that day when Li Youjie slammed the door and left. Jiang Wangye found a half-written exercise book missing after sorting out his things. Maybe Li Youjie took it out when he slammed his things.

The stepfather was comforting the crying mother in the bedroom. Jiang Wangye thought for a while, but didn't disturb them, and went out with a flashlight.

The neighborhood is relatively old, and the sensor lights in the corridors have long since broken. Jiang Wangye flashlighted, and walked down the third floor slowly from the first step to the first step absent-mindedly.

When I went down to the first floor, there was light at the entrance of the corridor.

Jiang Wangye was taken aback, and walked out from the corner.

Someone was standing at the entrance of the corridor, holding a mobile phone in his left hand and an exercise book in his right hand. He was frowning and struggling to read the words on the exercise book, trying to identify what the words written on the cover were.

Hearing footsteps, the man raised his head.

He seemed to be a student about his age, with a slender stature and a classically handsome and elegant appearance. He was holding a workbook in his hand at this moment, just like an ancient Juren who smuggled light into the wall and studied hard.

He has dyed blue hair, headphones hanging around his neck, a large white T with fancy graffiti on his upper body, fat cropped pants printed with cartoon characters on his lower body, and a skateboard under his feet. juvenile.

When Juren saw him, he raised the exercise book in his hand: "Your?"

Jiang Wangye was taken aback by his attire, and it took him a while to realize that the person opposite him was speaking Mandarin.

"……what."

Juren turned off the light of the mobile phone, kicked his foot, and the skateboard obediently jumped into his hand, and he walked over with the skateboard between his hands and the exercise book.

There was moonlight shining in from outside the entrance of the corridor, and the figure of the opposite person was vague, with wide sleeves and a scroll in his hand, which made Jiang Wangye suddenly have the illusion of an absurd novel.

"What's written on it? Japanese? Korean? English?"

Juren pointed to the name on the cover and asked.

Jiang Wangye: "..."

Jiang Wangye: "Jiang Wangye."

Everyone was taken aback: "What?"

Jiang Wangye took a deep breath, "Jiang Wangye, sign in a floral style."

"...Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." The person on the opposite side bent down teased by this meaningless joke, and laughed for a long time.

"Have you laughed enough?" Jiang Wangye became furious, grabbed the exercise book, turned to leave, but someone grabbed his arm.

"Yue Lian Zhou."

Jiang Wangye didn't react: "What?"

"Yue Lianzhou," the man said with a smile on his face and a gentle voice, "my name."

……

"Aren't you packing your luggage?" Yue Lianzhou suddenly raised his head, meeting Jiang Wangye's ecstatic gaze.

Jiang Wangye looked away instantly, and reflexively went to get the luggage.

He stopped suddenly when he stretched his hand halfway.

When he came, he was all thinking of giving Zhu Youlin some color, but he never expected that the retribution did not hit the idiot's head, but his own head first.

What is the French Open is extensive but not missing.

"I... don't rush to clean up. It won't be too late after dinner." Jiang Wangye pretended to be calm and withdrew his hand.

Yue Lianzhou didn't force it: "That's it. Shall I help you clean up that night?"

"……what?"

Yue Lianzhou shook his empty suitcase: "I've packed it, and it's not too much to help a new good friend, right?"

Jiang Wangye glanced at the luggage he took out.

Absolutely, three identical sets of BOH team jerseys, a box of unopened travel size toiletry set, gone.

Jiang Wangye: "That's all you need?"

"Only staying for three days, what else do you need?" Yue Lianzhou looked at his two big suitcases: "Why are you so big with two suitcases?"

"I," Jiang Wangye didn't know how to explain that a normal person would not take three sets of the same clothes when traveling, and a normal person would not stuff a travel-sized toiletry set with a box in the suitcase, "I just...take Something for daily use."

Yue Lianzhou thought about it, and asked uncertainly, "Kettle?"

Jiang Wangye: "..."

"Did you really take the kettle? Electric? Can I make tea? Can I use it?"

“No kettle!!”

"Oh." Yue Lianzhou nodded, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Wangye pushed the two suitcases to the corner, and vaguely picked out what he could say: "A change of clothes, cosmetic bag, facial mask, script...etc."

"Is there anything that can't be played?"

Jiang Wangye turned his head abruptly.

Yue Lianzhou sat on the bed, as if asking casually.

Seeing him turn around, Yue Lianzhou smiled and looked at him: "If you have anything, you can tell me, and I will keep it for you."