Peacock

Before dawn, I told Tang Ling where the keys and cell phone were hidden. I thought he would turn around and leave, so I pulled up the quilt quietly, not over my head, fearing that I would be reluctant to let him go if I took another look. .

But Tang Ling sat beside me for a while, and then hugged me together with the quilt, like picking a huge butterfly cocoon.

I put my whole body on his shoulders, feeling like my stomach was about to be pierced, I moved indiscriminately: "What are you doing!"

Hearing the vague sound of opening the door, I hurriedly said, "It's hot, it's so hot outside..."

Only then did Tang Ling let me down: "You also know about heat?"

Shaking the quilt on the ground, I saw the key in his hand: "Don't let me see it when you say you're leaving..."

Tang Ling raised her eyebrows: "Come with me."

I looked at him inexplicably, only to see Tang Ling turned her face away indiscriminately, and then said: "Did you get the things in my sink?"

I suddenly realized, and then I remembered that a few days ago I added a few young men to Tangling's family, and I don't know what happened to them now.

"It's pretty good!" I said, "That kind of fish is called Hedinghong, and it looks like a fat American!"

As if remembering something, Tang Ling's expression was not so good: "Get it back for me."

"...No way." I jumped up to Tang Ling to study his delicate expression carefully, "What does this mean, feeling sick?... Could it be fear?"

Tangling didn't answer, just pushed me downstairs with a cold face.

"Could it be dead..." I suddenly thought, "Did you ignore them when you went back?"

Tang Ling seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

I hesitated and asked, "Do snakes eat fish?"

"Eating suckling mice."

"Are you hungry?"

Tang Ling didn't answer, but we all speeded up our pace in unison.

His house is still the same as when I left, and there is no sign of human activity at all.

On the way I bought a glass jug, thinking I'd make yogurt out of it if they all died.

I rushed to see those fat goldfishes, and one of them had turned up its white belly. Fortunately, there were still survivors.I leaned on the sink, carried the living ones in, and asked Tang Ling to bring a bag.

Tang Ling stood far away in the corridor, stretching out her arms and handing over a black plastic bag.

I looked back at Tang Ling suspiciously, but Tang Ling also moved his eyes away, I thought it was funny, took the bag and put the unfortunate one in it, and threw it into Tang Ling's arms before it was tied.

Tang Ling subconsciously took a full blow, and when she recovered, her face turned pale, and she hooked her pocket ears and threw it out.

Not only that, but Tangling also threw me out who was almost dying of laughter, and the reason given was that I consumed the dead.

I put my foot against the crack of the door, and half my body squeezed in: "Brother Tangling, good Tangling, give me a reason to be afraid of fish?"

"... sticky." Tang Ling said splittingly, "wet."

Maybe it's because my mind is really not healthy. I blushed inexplicably when I heard his words, and even thought that the next sentence would not be "like you", because he seemed to have used these two words to describe me.

No wonder there are snakes.

The pity is, now that the large intestine has really become a large intestine, even Tang Ling has started calling that albino corn snake by that.

Tangling coaxed Dachang, who was lying beside the waterway, back into the box, and I flattered Dachang, who was on the sidelines, saying that Comrade Dachang was upright and upright, that he would not attack his roommate even if he was hungry, and followed his master.

Tang Ling said it was just a picky eater.

I gave a dry laugh and said, I also follow the master.

Tang Ling didn't bother to talk to me, and went to charge the phone, and the moment the phone was powered on, the phone rang a message like an epilepsy.

Almost all of them were colleagues from the studio. They thought that if Tang Ling didn't reply to the news, he would have to respond negatively. For this reason, Chen Xing even sent a long letter of apology, although the content kept saying that he didn't deserve to be treated by his mother. threatened to do such absurd things.

Naturally, I found this evasive rhetoric disgusting, but Tang Ling didn't say anything in the end, so I didn't care too much about it.

The main reason is that I caused Tang Ling to hit the car.

Evasion is obviously not friendly to citizens with jobs. When I looked at my phone, Lao Xu also called me a lot.I just remembered that when we met two days ago, he told me that a local author came back tonight to hold a book signing, and asked me to go there early to help.

So Tang Ling and I had no choice but to go back to our posts, and before we left, I hugged him for a long time, and he was so heartbroken that he vomited to me.

I have never seen such a glamorous blue lotus.

A few guys were busy blowing up balloons and pulling up banners at the entrance of the store. I was really curious, so I squatted by and watched for a while how those balloons were woven into arches.

Lao Xu came out of the store carrying a flower basket, seeing my lazy appearance, said anxiously: "Little Yu, why are you standing there, help me!"

Reluctantly, I took the balloon and started to help inflate it.

"Old Xu, what does this little writer write about?"

"Maybe it's a relationship! It's been very popular recently, and the adapted TV series is currently being broadcast."

I said casually, "It must be played by a big star."

"The leading actor is a star that Nannan likes very much recently." Old Xu stopped and thought carefully, "Fan, it seems to be called Fan Yuan'an."

"...Fan Anyuan?"

"exactly!"

Sure enough, everyone is trying to climb up, only I am willing to be a happy little loach in Tanli!

It was only after this experience that I realized that playing balloons is indeed physical work, but after doing three or four, my right hand began to feel sore. Seriously affected their work efficiency, so I took over the Erchuan family balloon in my hand.

I pretended to cry to Lao Xu: "Old Xu, what should I do? I can't lift my shoulders, and I really don't have enough strength."

Old Xu lowered his head and wiped the ashes on the orchid leaves: "I didn't expect you to do this at first. You can check the QR codes of the queue later in the evening."

I was happy, but I saw Lao Xu pointing to the paper bag on the chair again: "Remember to put that on."

I leaned over to have a look, and it seemed to be a barista's clothes, white shirt and black apron.

Lao Xu explained: "The main character is a barista, so there must be some content elements. This is also requested by the contractor, and we will record it later. But this suit is really too small, and they can't fit it. After much deliberation, only You can wear it."

Can you fucking wear it? I just saw the "Flickering Love Handbook of High-cold Female Barista and Evil Wolfdog Idol" written on the exhibition board. This suit is obviously for girls to wear, but no one thought of it Blue Lotus has been in Shaolin Temple for a long time.

I reported the facts to Lao Xu, but he waved his hand and asked me not to stick to the details. Originally, baristas, both men and women, would wear aprons, just a circle of cloth, and there was not much difference.

Originally, I had no reason to wear them, but there is no end to bad luck. The side of my shorts was scratched by a scrap iron box, and half of the bottom of my underwear was exposed. In desperation, I could only take an apron The piece of cloth covered it, but when he walked to the cash register, Lao Xu burst out laughing unconscionably. He said that after the shorts I was wearing were covered by the apron, it looked like I was really wearing a skirt.

If it weren't for the fact that the shirt was so small that I was afraid of tearing it even when I raised my arm, I would have gone up and punched Lao Xu twice.

I said that your thinking is problematic, pedantic and solidified!Other girls can wear pants, why can't men wear skirts?

Of course, when I say this, I don’t mean that I like to wear skirts. I was forced to wear skirts by my resident daughter when I was in the [-]th and [-]th. Kind of creepy.

However, I still underestimated the exhaustion of scanning codes. After all, I have to follow the team from five o'clock to eight o'clock for such a long time, standing by the side like a dummy, until the end I sighed in my heart about artificial intelligence Need to develop rapidly.

So when I heard Lao Xu sending the author and the photographer off and announcing the end of work, I immediately walked away, even forgetting to take my short sleeves, and ran to the studio in clothes so small as to bind my feet.

The receptionist at the front desk was stunned for a long time before realizing that it was me. She might have contacted the fact that Yu Zhen is gay, tried her best to suppress the shock into surprise, and gave me a wink: "Yu Zhen, be yourself!"

I was really tired of explaining, so I ran to the back of the classroom and waited for Tang Ling to get off work.

It seems that the students are imitating the avatar test inside, but it is really quiet, only the rustling sound can be heard.

Tang Ling sat on the balcony and helped the students sharpen their pencils, with a focused but relaxed expression, as if he had been in my dream when he cut out the eyes of the huge Buddha statue.

I went around to the balcony from another classroom, and called Tang Ling with a gasp when I rolled over from the middle fence.

He raised his eyes in response, he must have been frightened when he saw me, he pushed the blade onto his fingertip without paying attention.

"Inappropriate." He frowned and commented, "Like a little girl."

I was so angry that I moved my shoulders in front of him, showing him the desperate shoulder width of the clothes: "I'm so big!"

Tang Ling glanced at me, then buried her head and continued sharpening her pencils.

Anyway, every time I saw his seriousness, I felt itchy. I sat on his lap in a dazed way, and kissed his brow, but my hand was not honest, and I ran along his wide short cuff. went in.

Tang Ling raised the apron up to her waist with lowered eyes, and then scraped my rough throat from bottom to top with the graphite-filled blade. The classroom lights melted into the shiny face.He seemed to smile, and said in a low voice, "It's not spring, don't be in heat."