The same table is always testing the edge of the fried hair

Because everyone was coming to City A, Ye Kong was sitting on pins and needles in the classroom, taking out his mobile phone to read the news from time to time, but the contacts were all busy fighting landlords, and the news list was very quiet.

After finally waiting for a piece of news, Xia Ci said that there was a traffic jam.

Time suddenly became more difficult.

The people stuck in the road were not in a hurry. After fighting the landlords, they started to eat chickens in four rows, having a great time.Xia Ci is a black hole on the stimulating battlefield. He couldn't get in a word among a group of people who sometimes shouted "Chong Chong Chong" and sometimes whispered "Go for a while", so they simply leaned aside and booked a hotel for the night.

He lived alone in city A for three years, so he knew more or less better. After booking the hotel, he also made a reservation for the immortal hotpot restaurant Xiaopang talked about.Everything is ready, just the car started.

Although Ye Kongren was in the classroom, his heart had already gone beyond the clouds. He put his long legs on the horizontal bar of the desk and tilted the stool impatiently. He couldn't listen to a word the professional teacher said.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, he finally finished the last class of the training camp, and happened to receive news that everyone had arrived at their destination. He didn't even have time to pack his luggage, so he ran directly to the school gate.

Because it is a weekend, day students have to go in and out of the school frequently, so the gate is not closed all day, and the security guards who are usually on duty are also much more relaxed at this time.

Wang Zhuoli dragged Hu Xingcheng to look around for a while, and said with emotion, "The key point of saving is different. Treat the yew as an onion."

Hu Xingcheng was also frightened by the row of huge stone lions at the door, but it was even more frightening when he came in and looked inside, "Did the stones in their school be picked for nothing? Why is the rotten stone in our school surrounded by railings?"

Zheng Wenwu patted him on the head, "You know what, the rock in our school is older than your old man, does Antique know that?"

Hu Xingcheng covered his head and gave him a blank look, "Yes, yes, you know again."

Everyone stood next to the model not far from the gate, and the students passing by cast their eyes on them from time to time.

The wind is not too strong today, but it still hurts when it blows over the face, Xia Ci put on his hat, put his hands in his pockets, and tried to hide his face in his collar as much as possible.

But some sharp-eyed students recognized him. Groups of people passed by him, staring in surprise at first, then lowered their heads and elbowed their companions, reminding them to look back and see that the god of learning had returned.

It's nothing like one or two, Zheng Wenwu found that more and more people passed by them, one wave after another, and several faces appeared repeatedly, he bumped into Huang He from behind, and said shyly: "Hey. ... You said those girls came back and forth...are they peeking at me?"

Boss Huang rolled his eyes so much that he almost couldn't turn back, and without saying a word, he stabbed Zheng Wenwu in the heart: "Brother, please be sober, may I ask where their eyes are on you?"

As he said that, Boss Huang pointed to the big guy who covered his head to keep out the cold, "They are all looking at Brother Ci."

Zheng Wenwu put his frozen hands on Huang He's forehead, "Boss Huang, I advise you to be kind."

Huang He shivered coldly, "...We businessmen all pay attention to seeking truth from facts."

Zheng Wenwu: "Then you fucking kidnapped my sister-in-law."

Huang He: "..." I'm really not the bag seller.

During the interval between the two fighting, Ye Kong ran over from the teaching area behind, and started waving from afar, and the whole person flew up happily.

Xia Ci heard the voice move slightly, turned to look at the person running over, and then couldn't help laughing.

The temperature in city A was a little lower than that in the south of the city, making everyone teary-eyed and the tip of their noses red.

"Brother Kong, it's really not easy for us to meet you!" Meng Yue went up and said, "Do you know how long we have been stuck on the road? I'm tired of playing Landlords."

"You guys are pretty laid back," Ye Kong smiled, "I'm anxious in the classroom, every word the teacher said..."

Ye Kong felt the gaze cast by Xia Ci, and immediately changed his words: "I have listened to it! It has benefited a lot!"

Several other people gathered around and chatted a few words, and their voices became louder unconsciously. Wang Zhuoli had consumed too much energy along the way. He patted his deflated stomach and wailed, "Let's go eat quickly, my friend." low blood sugar."

As he spoke, he stroked the orchid with his fingers and caressed his forehead, looking like a sickly fat beauty.

Boss Huang retched, "Brother Fat, please stop your greasy performance immediately."

Wang Zhuoli raised his eyelids and rolled his eyes at him, humming coquettishly, "Rain Girl Wugua."

Everyone: "..." Why did I feel like throwing up before eating.

After chatting, everyone finally headed to the Shenxian Hot Pot Restaurant they had reserved. Zheng Wenwu and Hu Xingcheng crossed their shoulders to clear the way ahead. Next to Xiaopang and Huang He were still talking about each other with a magic fairy castle accent. Zhao Yanbo dragged Meng Yue to study How to get on the map, I have to ask a passerby from time to time.

Ye Kong watched from behind a group of familiar faces arguing with each other, and the joy from the heart was about to overflow from his eyes.

Xia Ci took two slow steps and retreated to his side, looked up at the corner of his mouth that had never been put down, and asked with a smile: "Very happy?"

"Happy, this week is the happiest today." After finishing speaking, Ye Kong stretched out his hand to hold Xia Ci's hand.

He didn't blatantly clasp it in the palm of his hand, but just wrapped his fingertips, and let go immediately.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, and no one noticed their small movements.

After finally arriving at the hot pot restaurant, the enthusiastic waiter immediately greeted him with a standard smile, "Welcome, hello, may I ask you all."

Huang He counted them one by one: "Eight."

Waiter: "This way please."

When ordering, Wang Zhuoli didn't look weak at all. He snatched the menu from Hu Xingcheng, he was tougher than a charter woman with a cigarette in her mouth, "Fat beef, fat sheep, pork belly! Fish balls, shrimp balls, beef Balls! Shrimp, beef bones, crab buns!"

Ordering dishes like a string of jingles, the waiter raised his breath, "...Please speak slowly."

Ye Kong had no opinion on what to eat, but asked the silent Gao Leng Fan several times: "What do you want to eat?"

Xia Ci shook his head: "Whatever, I can do it."

Ye Kong frowned slightly, and lowered his voice, a bit like coaxing a child, "Don't be picky."

Xia Ci looked at him with a question mark on his face, "What kind of picky eater can I be?"

Under the long tablecloth, Ye Kong squeezed his skeletal hand, and said earnestly, "You're already skinny like a monkey."

Xia Ci withdrew his hand and kicked him again, "You are the fucking monkey."

Ye Kong was caught off guard by a heavy blow. He lay down on the dining table and pretended to be dead with a loud "Ouch". The brothers who were busy ordering beer next to him took it for granted, and didn't take Ye Kong's wailing seriously at all. The drama of "willing to suffer" is the routine operation of the two of them together.

"Your foot is so ruthless, don't be afraid that I will become lame..." Ye Kong held his leg, grinning with exaggerated expression.

Xia Ci laughed at this, he didn't use any strength at all, and he was wearing thick winter clothes, how could this film king act so exaggeratedly.

But the performance that should be coordinated still has to cooperate, Xia Ci patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I will pay for your lameness."

Ye Kong stopped crying, his eyes lit up instantly: "You said it, write me a letter when you get back."

Xia Ci was overwhelmed by his unrestrained acting skills: "..."

Not long after, several waiters brought up all the dishes one after another, and there was almost no room for them on the tables and shelves. Wang Zhuoli took apart the chopsticks contentedly, clasped his hands together, and looked reverently at the white and fat crabs wrapped in Pan heaves.

"Fatty, grab your saliva, it's about to fall into the bowl." Zheng Wenwu said disgustedly while drinking.

Wang Zhuoli shrank back in embarrassment, "Everyone is laughing, laughing."

"......Ha ha ha ha!"

While waiting for the food to be cooked, Zheng Wenwu divided everyone's beer into households, and a group of people stood up and raised a glass first.

"Happy Birthday Brother Kong!"

"I wish you all wishes come true and everything will be successful!"

"I wish you a bright future, fame and fortune!"

"May you have today every year and today every year!"

......

"Stop! Stop!" Ye Kong couldn't laugh or cry, took a sip of birthday wine, and the more he listened to them, the more he heard something wrong, "Are you children celebrating my birthday?"

A few people recalled what they just said, and found that it was not appropriate, and there was an atmosphere of celebrating the New Year ahead of schedule.

In the midst of chatting and laughing, all kinds of meatballs in the hot pot kept popping up, and baby vegetables floated on the clear soup, glowing with sizzling water... Wang Zhuoli smacked his lips and began to eat sullenly.

Boys at this age have a lot of appetite, especially after playing and making trouble, there are only a few sentences left on the table for a while——

"Isn't this fucking delicious!"

"This crab bag is perfect, let's have another one!"

"Absolutely, come here again next time."

Everyone's mouths were not idle, and Ye Kong's hands were also not idle. They kept passing food into Xia Ci's bowl, for fear that the tablemate would not be full.

Xia Ci didn't choose anything, and took everything that was ordered, and listened to other people's bragging while eating.

Although everyone looked up and down in the class, but today is Ye Kong's birthday, and it is rare for everyone to come out, so this meal was extraordinarily enjoyable. Zheng Wenhu and Huang He were like talking about cross talk. If you hold a cup, you need to clink glasses when you say a few words. Boss Huang drinks with sincerity.

"Is Boss Huang on top?" Seeing Huang He's slightly drunken appearance, Hu Xingcheng covered his mouth and snickered.

"Last fart... See, I can still pick up vegetables," Huang He stretched out his chopsticks and picked them up and down in the air above the hot pot, "Damn it! Where are my meatballs?!"

"...Hahahaha, he also said he wasn't drunk," Meng Yue said just before the lights in the box went out.

Wang Zhuoli was taken aback, the meat he had just scooped up almost fell back, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, the door opened, and a waitress walked in slowly pushing a double-layer cake. The music in the hot pot restaurant had turned into a happy birthday song.

Ye Kong was both surprised and happy, "You guys also ordered a cake."

He hadn't had such a grand birthday for a long time, and he hadn't thought of the cake before.

"Lao Xia booked it when there was a traffic jam," Meng Yue said, "He is familiar with City A."

Ye Kong glanced at Xia Ci, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Why are you still standing there... Hurry up and sing the birthday song!"

A group of people sang Happy Birthday to Ye Kong. He, who was never embarrassed, was a little at a loss at this moment, and the smile on his face couldn't be contained.

"Brother Kong, make a wish."

Ye Kong walked up to the cake, closed his eyes, and greedily made two wishes.

For a child who hasn't made a wish for a long time, this time the gods will favor it once.

After making a wish and cutting the cake, everyone held a plate and looked at each other slyly.

There were no girls in the box, and there was no such thing as Lianxiang Xiyu, as if they had agreed, several people attacked Ye Kong's face at the same time.

Ye Kong couldn't stand it at all, his eyes were left with no cream on his face, and not long after he wiped the birthday star, everyone fell into a fierce melee.

What floats in the hot pot is not vegetables, but cream dipped in hot sauce.Xia Ci stood watching the battle, and suddenly a plate of white cream was stretched out in front of him.

Ye Kong asked: "Do you still remember Lao Ji's birthday? In the corridor on the sixth floor."

He didn't say anything threatening, he just wanted to take the route of memory, but the next second Xia Ci confessed, and it was very natural, "Brother, I was wrong."

"..."

The author has something to say: It’s over, Crab Boy is opening a part in my mind (wiping saliva