After confessing to being top-notch, I went crazy

Even if the matter was settled, Ji Zhenzhen and Xue Yang didn't dare to delay any longer, simply ate a couple of mouthfuls of food, packed a few more buns, and left in a hurry.

In this way, the tatami was empty, and Yan Dongsheng quickly came up to make up for it.

He arranged a few hard dishes, roast leg of lamb, boiled fish, some vegetables and soup, enough for the few of them to eat.

Speaking of which, the last time I drank with Yan Dongsheng and got drunk, I rarely stayed with Yan Dongsheng. This time when I met him, Song Ding faintly felt that something was wrong with him.

The kind that can't be described, the eyebrows and eyes are hanging all the time, and the face is full of spring, very similar to falling in love.

So, taking advantage of Bo Ziming's time to go to the toilet, Bo Ziming squinted and asked Yan Dongsheng with a mean smile: "What's the matter with you? Why do you look a little angry?"

Yan Dongsheng raised his brows, and said angrily, "In terms of coquettishness, I have your coquettishness? Song Ding, your own business is not over yet, so stop meddling in my business!"

Song Ding touched the iron hoof, and said angrily: "I care about you? I don't care if you beg me!"

Yan Dongsheng didn't speak, but obviously he ate much faster next time, and left after a while.

When Bo Ziming came back after washing his hands, he saw that Yan Dongsheng had already left. He glanced at Song Ding and asked, "What's wrong with him? Didn't he say to accompany us for dinner?"

Song Ding looked worried, and said, "This man has an iron cage on his mouth."

"Huh?" It was the first time Bo Ziming heard such a description of a person, and he felt a little strange.

But Titanium on the side watched the audience, and Titanium, who hadn't had a good meal for several days, devoured a leg of lamb, and then heaved a sigh of relief, wiped his mouth, and freed his mouth to speak: "That's right. That guy has been a bit different lately, but he's tight-lipped and won't say anything!"

"Oh." Bo Ziming was not interested in these things.

But Song Ding thought of another thing. He put down his chopsticks, pinched Bo Ziming's hand and said, "Bo, tomorrow's Spring Festival performance, you and I will be on the same stage? Let's sing that reunion together, shall we?"

Song Ding looked serious and his eyes were burning, as if there was an unconcealable enthusiasm about to move inside.

Bo Ziming was originally forced to change the song because of this black-topic incident. Although he was not forced to resign as a tutor, the performance of the show cannot be controlled by the outside. If he performed with Shi Miao, not only would he change the song, but he would definitely The performance will be compressed, and it will look ugly when the time comes.

Bo Ziming knew that Song Ding was protecting himself in disguise, and by the way, he also wanted to sing that song to him.

Facing Song Ding like this, how could he have the heart to refuse?

Just nod!

He softened his brows and eyes, nodded slightly, and pursed his thin lips: "Well, let's sing together - reunion."

The [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month has arrived, and when I wake up early in the morning, the whole Dachang is filled with a sense of nervous joy.

I am nervous because I am about to perform on stage. As for the sense of joy, it may have something to do with the red lanterns and blessing characters hanging everywhere.

I don't know whose idea it was. Under the eaves of the factory, the program team hung many lanterns overnight.Inside the house, a piece of blessing is pasted on each door.

Coming out of Bo Ziming's dormitory, Song Ding rubbed his eyes, saw a piece of blessing posted on the door, slightly startled, then shrank back.

This familiar yet unfamiliar word "Fu" seemed to touch a certain nerve in him, and made him subconsciously reject it, but he seemed to be looking forward to it.

When Bo Ziming came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Ding standing at the door who was about to go back to wash up. He was still holding on to the handle, but his hand never moved.

The two of them slept together again last night, but they still hugged like that, like the two most innocent children, just hugging.

Bo Ziming knew that Song Ding was giving him the most space, allowing him to accept him on his own initiative.

And Song Ding at this moment, he is like a child again.

Bo Ziming walked to Song Ding's side, thought for a while, opened the door for him, and saw the word "Fu" outside the door.

"Homesick?" Bo Ziming looked at him.

There was an imperceptible glint of darkness in Song Ding's eyes.

Bo Ziming smiled, stretched out his hand to hold his hand and said, "Didn't I agree to go back to your house tonight, and have a good year!"

Song Ding pursed his lips and looked at him with a warm smile on his face.