flicker, then flicker

Chapter 40

"Come in first." Yan Ming's mother ushered him into the door again, looking slightly towards the kitchen, "Will you deal with those things?"

Hang Zhe sighed in his heart. He specially selected some complicated and difficult things to send. He was waiting for this moment. Now the plot is not only going as he imagined, but even fast-forwarding at double speed, but obviously, in the play People have figured out his script.

"These two things need to be soaked for more than four hours, and they are almost ready before dinner." Hang Zhe sorted through a pile of things, quickly sorted them, picked up a few things that were easy to handle, and asked, "Make these at noon today ?”

Yan's mother nodded and asked him to put on the apron so as not to stain his clothes.

Hang Zhe took off his coat, took the apron on the side and fastened it skillfully. He was tall, and the apron was only big enough to cover a small area in front of him. Fortunately, he was wearing a black sweater underneath. Small pink aprons became decorations.

The people behind watched silently, feeling complicated for a while.

She has lived longer than these two brats combined, can't she understand this little thought?

What's more, he didn't hide it at all. Even if he didn't take the initiative to open the door, the other party might try to knock on the door after a while.

Hang Zhe moves neatly, but his heart is not calm. If there is any substance in the probing eyes behind him, it seems to burn through him when it falls on him.

"You said just now that these are the things you obviously like to eat?" Yan Ming's mother said suddenly.

"Yes." After living together for half a year, Hang Zhe thought he had a good grasp of these things.

"Then you don't know my son well enough." Yan's mother's tone was not very good, and she felt a little sour after she finished speaking, "He didn't say that he didn't like those who swim in the water?"

"..." Hang Zhe froze, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, "He really didn't say that."

At this moment, the two of them felt like they were turned over. Hang Zhe knew that the other party didn't need to find fault with this kind of thing, so Yan Ming has been accommodating to his taste all this time?

Mother Yan's heart is even more sour. The brat doesn't eat this or that at home, but he's not picky outside, so he can make a living?

The two had their own concerns and did not speak for a while.

Hang Zhe vaguely felt that the other party was unhappy, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to him. He only answered when he was asked "what is this" and "why did he do it like this".

After all, the master of strategy, Hang Zhe showed the spirit of answering questions online, and answered each question patiently and carefully.

"Few young people nowadays are willing to go to the kitchen." The sourness in Yan's mother's heart passed, and she was somewhat moved when she heard him speak seriously, not as if she was showing off her skills. "Who did you learn from, your mother?" ?”

"No, my mother is gone." Hang Zhe was afraid that she would feel that he had said the wrong thing, so he changed the subject by himself, "I am here alone, so I learned how to do it myself."

Yan's mother originally wanted to ask about your father, but she swallowed the words and asked instead: "You came here after graduation, how did you come here?"

...For the sake of dating?

Hang Zhe thought for a while, and chose a more euphemistic way: "I promised to come after graduation, so I came here."

He didn't have eyes behind him, and he didn't practice mind reading skills. He didn't feel the loneliness on the face of the mother standing behind him and the powerlessness of his son who was too old to control.

Hang Zhe neatly installed the water rack pot, stewed the winter bamboo shoots, bacon and other things first, then prepared the dishes, put them in various bowls and plates, turned around and asked, "Do you want to do it now?"

"Leave it for a while and I'll come." Yan's mother came back to her senses, and when she saw a thin layer of sweat on Hang Zhe's forehead, she realized that she didn't really ask someone to cook.

"It's okay, I just made it." Hang Zhe heard Yan Ming said that his family's taste is light, so he guessed the taste and cooked the rest of the dishes.

No one spoke in the huge house, only pots and pans and shovels occasionally bumped and made a little noise. Neither of them wanted to speak first, they just waited for the other to make the first move, so that they could take advantage of the opportunity to break the move.

"Then I'll go back first." Hang Zhe packed up the dishes and finished work, cleaned up the kitchen, and hung up the pink apron, "Hurry up and eat." Walking to the door, he added, "Don't tell him that I've been here .”

Hang Zhe's tone was respectful, and he walked swiftly, with a clear meaning in his eyes - I'll come back tomorrow.

The next day, Yan's mother estimated the time and sat in the living room, and she really waited for him.

This day Hang Zhe came in earlier and his movements were more subtle. He suspected that even the surveillance at the door could not capture his vigorous figure.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and this is more or less a safety hazard. Hang Zhe decided to remind Yan Ming later that the property fee here is not cheap, and he must not be ambiguous when it is time to make an opinion.

The day before, Hang Zhe had brought the things he brought to deal with, but today Hang Zhe's target was the pile sent by Liu Xiaoyan. During the chat, Hang Zhe heard the word "senior", and his heart moved, and he guessed that the problem might be here.

"Xiaoyan said that he will attend the senior's wedding when he goes back for the Chinese New Year," Yan's mother stood with folded arms, "He is still unwilling to ask him to bring his things back."

Just as he guessed, Liu Xiaoyan sat and chatted for a while after delivering the things that day, and talked about a senior from his hometown who was going to get married. Yan's mother casually asked about other seniors, and Liu Xiaoyan replied without thinking too much that the seniors he knew all went back to his hometown No one stays here.

Only then did Yan's mother become suspicious, and after deliberating back and forth, she simply went to the door to confirm it directly.

The two still avoided a certain sensitive topic that day, and Hang Zhe was a little confused about her attitude. In fact, Yan Ming's mother was also hesitant about what to do with them.

The child is a good child. My son is attracted to him, and his character must pass the test. But the two boys, even if she agrees, the rest of the family, when they get old, they are loving each other in front of them. She had to think a little more about them.

Hang Zhe came to the door for several days in a row, not only cooking the meals, but also taking care of the work that required effort or stepping. He visited his mother-in-law in the morning and hurried back in the afternoon and was busy making videos.

For several days, Yan Ming felt something was wrong.

According to national standards, their company had to work until the day before New Year's Eve, but at the end of the year, there was nothing to do with their department for settlement.

Yan Ming opened the trumpet and hung in Mingming Ruyue's live broadcast room, and the interface hadn't been turned on for a whole day.He went to Chaohua to look through the records, and found that it hadn't been broadcast during the day.

He didn't bother to guess, so he made a phone call directly.

"where is it?"

"I'm shopping with Zhong Rui outside. He's going home in two days." Hang Zhe also had a lot of things in his hand, so he freed his hand and switched his phone to the other side.

Yan Ming heard Zhong Rui's voice, and then Hang Zhe said: "I bought some for you too."

"Have you been shopping for the past few days?" Yan Ming asked again, "I saw fans complaining that you are passive and sabotage, and you don't live broadcast during the day."

Hang Zhe realized what was going on. This was checking the post. It happened that both of them had finished their shopping. He signaled Zhong Rui to go first, then turned around and walked towards Yan Ming's company.

"Catching up on the video these days, I'm a little busy so I didn't broadcast it," Hang Zhe said intentionally, "If you want to watch it, I'll broadcast it for you alone."

"Forget it," Yan Ming refused very solemnly, "If you broadcast it to me, it won't generate economic benefits, and it won't contribute to GDP."

Hang Zhe went downstairs to his company to pick up someone and went home together. After dinner, he took out the things he bought today and asked Yan Ming to try to see if they fit.

Yan Ming put on one by one, looked at the "big goose" in the mirror in the red goose, and turned around helplessly.

"Why did you choose red?" Yan Ming tugged at his fat waist, "What color did you buy for yourself?"

"Black." Hang Zhe looked up and down, satisfied, "You look good in red."

Yan Ming looked at himself in the mirror for a while, but couldn't appreciate anything good, so he said, "It looks good, why don't you buy yourself red?"

"I..." Hang Zhe was at a loss for words. In fact, Zhong Rui despised him when he was choosing the color today. He said honestly, "I just think your skin is fair, and red complements you."

Yan Ming was not really unhappy, he turned around and hooked the man's neck to approach him, and asked, "Then what hairstyle do you think girls look good on, and what color of lipstick do you buy?"

Hang Zhe hadn't thought about this kind of question, but he thought about it unconsciously when he heard him ask this question.

"Did you want to say black, straight and pink?" Yan Ming looked at him with a smile, with a dimple on the corner of his mouth, seeing his guessed expression, he couldn't help laughing, "No, what's the matter with you? "

"Ok?"

"I don't have the life of a straight man, but I have the disease of a straight man." Yan Ming let go of his hand and took a step back, panting with laughter, and had to find something to remedy the joke, "But your taste is quite similar to my mother."

Hang Zhe reached out to pinch his nose, and said softly, "That's right, why don't we both like a little baby like you."

"Sweet words," Yan Ming grabbed his hand, "Did you hide something from me recently?"

Hang Zhe thought to himself that your family really has an ancestral and accurate sixth sense.

"No, I'm really busy. I went to my sister's place two days ago and talked about work." Hang Zhe was not talking nonsense. When he went to find Hang Xiaoyun two days ago, he ran into Qi Shihan and had a chat. Regarding the joining of the studio, the general idea has been negotiated, and the specific details will be discussed later in the year.

"Tsk." Yan Ming curled his lips, "Then the nurturing relationship between us has to be reversed?"

"That can't be done," Hang Zhe said with a smile, "you will always be my benefactor."

The day before Yan Ming's holiday, Hang Zhe arrived at his house early, cleaned up the kitchen as usual after cooking, and was robbed before he could speak.

"Sit down and eat together."

Both of them knew that some things were unavoidable.

"You and Mingming, why did you separate last time?" During the meal, Yan's mother asked casually, "Who dumped whom?"

"No, it's just a misunderstanding." Hang Zhe said, "I was in the hospital at the time, and I missed the opportunity to explain."

No matter how detailed it is, Hang Zhe didn't say anything, and Yan's mother didn't ask any more details, it's unnecessary.

After the meal, the two sat face to face on the sofa, and Hang Zhe said what he had been thinking about for a few days.

"Auntie, in the past few days, I just wanted to ask you one thing." Hang Zhe met the other party's gaze without avoiding it, and said sternly, "It doesn't matter if you are angry or ask him to separate from me, I just hope you don't do it because of this." Drive him away and deny him."

As soon as these words came out, Yan's mother was surprised: "Why, you don't want me to agree with you?"

"No," Hang Zhe shook his head, "you can't change our relationship whether you agree or not. Yan Ming may not listen to you and break up with me, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have parents in his heart. If you don't want to recognize him, I will I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it."

Hang Zhe himself didn't make it in time to come out to his parents, but he had personally experienced the bloodbath at Zhong Rui's house, and seeing with his own eyes that Zhong Rui had been unable to return to his home in the past few years, he still feels terrified.

"You said something earlier that was inaccurate. You said that he is disobedient and doesn't care about you. Actually, he doesn't. He cares about you very much. He once said that if you disagree with him, he will grind every day. As long as you still recognize this son, you will be fine." There will always be a day of success, in fact, it doesn't matter if you don't agree with it for the rest of your life, after all, you have lived up to the fate of mother and son."

Later that day, Yan Ming's mother didn't say anything clearly. When Hang Zhe left, Yan Ming's father came out of the garage next to him. He heard that Yan Ming's senior came to deliver something, and invited him in to sit for a while.

"No uncle," Hang Zhe said hello, "I'll go back now, I wish you a happy new year in advance."

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Yan Minglai refused to get up, but was dragged out of bed by Hang Zhe.

"Hey, go home early, if you don't come back, your mother will come here to arrest people." Hang Zhe put the sweater on his head, and he had to prevent him from getting under the bed again.

"I don't," Yan Ming couldn't break free, and just got tired of him, humming, "Who made you mess with me for so long last night."

"Small heartless person, who said it would be enough for a week?" Hang Zhe was sweating from his non-cooperation, "It's past ten o'clock outside, I'll make whatever you want to eat, and go back quickly after eating. "

"It's past ten o'clock?!" Yan Ming sat up straight, all the cells in his body were awake, "I don't want to eat anymore, I have to go back soon."

He got out of bed, washed and put on his coat in one go. Before leaving, Hang Zhe stuffed a red envelope into his coat pocket.

"In the first year of being together, I didn't prepare anything else. All my wealth is here, and I will wait for you to send pocket money every month from now on."

Yan Ming rubbed his fingers, guessing that it was a bank card, and joked: "You asked me to go out with a bank card, what's wrong?"

"Don't worry about it. It's your name. I've tied up your phone for you."

Yan Ming took it out and saw that it was a new card. He couldn't help but said, "You have violated the rules again."

"Who told you not to collect your documents, you just met me, and you would have been cheated and cried if you were someone else." Hang Zhe was more reasonable than him.

"Didn't you make me cry before?" Yan Ming curled his lips, saying that it was impossible not to be moved, he squeezed the card in his hand tightly, as if he could grasp the person in front of him by this.

"That's enough." Hang Zhe straightened his clothes for him and rubbed his face. "Come back soon."

"Okay, be good, I'll come back early to accompany you."

"No, spend more time with your parents, let's go."

Yan Ming went home to have lunch, followed his parents to his grandfather's house, used to have dinner at their house on New Year's Eve, this year a relative who lived abroad came back, and the host booked the New Year's Eve dinner at a restaurant outside.

The dinner was lively, Yan Ming stayed away from the crowd and quietly clicked on the live broadcast, and saw that Hang Zhe was cooking noodles live, the number of people in the room was smaller than usual, but the gifts were flying all over the place, and the bullet screen neatly sympathized with this hard worker anchor.

Yan Ming boarded the Fangguan and started smashing planes and rockets, each time he smashed one, a barrage of bullets followed.

——【Add an egg】

——【Add more ham】

——[Forget about green vegetables]

——【Don’t wash the dishes after eating】

——[Smashing and listening]

——【May all the years be safe】

Hang Zhe put his phone aside and didn't see the bullet screen in time. When he finished cooking the noodles and was about to turn off the camera, the bullet screen all read "Sui Sui Ping An".

Yan Ming didn't concentrate on eating, and glanced at his phone from time to time. Fortunately, he was not the protagonist tonight, and no one was thinking about him sitting alone in the corner.

He just squandered the money one second, and the next second the consumption reminder was sent over. When he saw the balance of the card, he couldn't help feeling that the fans are really rich, completely forgetting that he also spent a lot of money on impulse. money.

When I got home in the evening, Yan Ming was downstairs watching the Spring Festival Gala with my parents. In the past, the house was still lively at this time. This year's New Year's Eve, they didn't need to make arrangements, so I returned home early. His father was busy all year round, so it was rare for him to take a few days off. A lot of wine, now sitting on the sofa and fell asleep.

Yan Ming saw that the time was approaching twelve o'clock, and glanced at the live broadcast room to find that Hang Zhe had lost a bet with fans and was being coerced into an outdoor live broadcast.

"Go to grandpa's house for dinner at noon tomorrow."

Yan Ming was taken aback by his mother's voice, and he was a little inexplicable when he came back to his senses: "Ah, grandpa's house, I know."

"If you know, get out, don't sit here and be absent-minded." His mother didn't even look at him, her eyes were fixed on the screen without blinking.

"Where am I going..." Yan Ming suddenly understood, he froze on the spot and didn't dare to move, "Mom, don't scare me, why don't you drive me away after Chinese New Year?"

"Can I keep you if I don't drive you away?" Yan's mother was annoyed, and waved at him enduring her discomfort, "Hurry up and come back early tomorrow morning."

Seeing him sitting still, his face turning pale, he softened his heart and added: "Let your senior come over for dinner tomorrow night. If it's Chinese New Year, it's not polite to leave him alone."

"Mom..." Yan Ming's Adam's apple rolled, thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know which to say first.

"Hurry up, little annoying person, the bigger you are, the more annoying you will be."

Yan Ming hugged his troubled mother and put his arms around her shoulders, turned around and rolled away.

On the other end, Hang Zhe lost the bet and was forced by fans to go out and broadcast the New Year's Eve fireworks live.

Most of the people who stayed in the live broadcast room on New Year’s Eve were young people who were not at home for the Chinese New Year. Some of them could not come back from abroad, and some of them were alone in other places. Hang Zhe said it’s troublesome. He packed things up quickly.

【Are you going to Zhengda Plaza?I’ve heard that the fireworks there are beautiful, but I haven’t had a chance to see them]

[I'm from city A, I have an exam this year and I don't have time to go back to China, I miss the chicken leg 55555 in Zhengda Plaza]

[Hahahaha, don't mention the chicken legs, you have poor brother Yue, he couldn't even eat the chicken legs for the New Year's Eve dinner]

[Do you have any friends near the square, go and see if you can meet Brother Yue by chance! ! ! 】

[I'm really nearby, I'll go out in a while, please meet me by chance~]

【If you want to meet by chance, be careful at night】

[Don't be afraid, male fans have nothing to fear...]

【233333 The fearless one is too naive! 】

Hang Zhe turned off the camera and only kept his voice. Looking at the bullet screen, someone had already organized a chance encounter, and he didn't stop him. He just arrogantly said that it's okay to come, and the chance encounter won't happen.

Seeing that the bullet screens are all impossible, Hang Zhe emphasized again: "Don't you believe it, it's really impossible for you to find it."

【Hhhhhhhh Brother Yue, stop setting the flag, you said just now that you never lost a bet! ! 】

[What's going on? You're talking nonsense, why don't you let Brother Yue gamble again! 】

[Brother Yue, you said it yourself, what are you going to do if we really found it? 】

【What can I do?Let Brother Yue treat you to a bowl of noodles without chicken legs to calm down? 】

Someone proposed to upgrade the first person found to a housing management number, but Hang Zhe immediately denied it: "This one won't work, change to another one. One housing management number is enough for me."

[Then there is no other way, or whoever finds it first should marry Brother Yue]

[No, no, I don't want to marry, I want to marry! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Are you reliable in what you say? I'm going out now. I'll watch this night next year, whether I'm single or not. 】

Hang Zhe saw that they were chatting enthusiastically, and he didn't argue. He knew a good place with a good view and would not be found.

When he got near the square, he was already sweating. Afraid that the place he wanted to go would be locked when it was too late, he ran directly for the last part of the way.

"Oh boy, we came so late, we have cleaned up the kitchen." There is a small building near the square, and the second floor is a small local restaurant that has been open for many years. Yan Ming brought Hang Zhe here several times, and pointed out Show him the viewing platform that comes with this restaurant. Usually, after eating, the guests would go to the platform to blow some air and smoke a cigarette. This place has a very good view and can be seen far away.

"Hi sir, I don't eat, I'll go to the next platform to watch the fireworks."

"Go, go," said the uncle, who had lived most of his life and seen many people and things, and didn't ask him why he came here alone to blow the cold wind on New Year's Eve. Seeing that he still had a tripod in his hand, he didn't look like he couldn't think about it. He didn't say much, just told him, "Don't freeze the scarf after you tie it up."

Hang Zhe went up to the platform, set up his phone, and turned on the camera.

Everyone in the live broadcast room soon watched the famous New Year's Eve fireworks at Super Brand Plaza through the camera.

Hang Zhe squatted behind the tripod to hide from the wind, looked up at the gorgeous night sky, his face was reflected beautifully by the flickering fireworks.

He doesn't feel cold when the wind blows on his face. Although he is alone at the moment, Hang Zhe doesn't feel lonely in his heart. There is a treasure hidden deep in his heart, and he feels at ease wherever he is.

Just when he was squatting so numb and wanted to stand up, the old alloy door behind him was pushed open and creaked.

A touch of red appeared in his eyes, and the person who opened the door stopped and looked at him, his face was covered with the mist exhaled, so beautiful that it was a bit unreal.

Hang Zhe seemed to have forgotten to stand up, watched the person approaching step by step, and asked him if he was the target of the post here.

"I heard that the first person who finds you can marry you back home?"

"Is this right?"

The author has something to say: it’s almost two chapters long, so the main text is here. This is the first time I’ve written Yuanyan, and I didn’t handle it very well in many places.

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☆, extra one

Fanwaiyi

Zhong Rui is in a good mood recently, and everyone in the prosperous world can feel it if they have ears. Their coach Nuo didn't catch the kids for extra training, and he didn't knock on the door one by one early in the morning to find someone to knock and talk to. Everyone brought gifts, even the security captain didn't forget.

"Brother Wang," Zhong Rui pushed open the door of the monitoring room, hooked Wang Dui's shoulders indistinctly, opened the desk drawer and stuffed a cigarette in it, "When will the door close this year?"

"Hey, I don't know if you haven't been back for a few years," Captain Wang was not polite to him. They were both the first batch of veterans to live in the base and knew each other quite well. "It's still closed now, every day. Someone has to be on duty.”

Seeing the surprise on Zhong Rui's face, the captain smiled and said nothing: "Water and electricity are also available, but the cafeteria will be closed in two days. If you want to eat, you can come to my place."

Zhong Rui chuckled and felt relieved: "That's fine, I have to live until New Year's Eve this year."

The club was already on vacation, and the team members and staff left one after another, leaving a group of those who bought their tickets late like Zhong Rui, or those who were not in a hurry to go back because they were close to home, and stayed at the base to wander around.

It was near noon when Zhong Rui came out of the monitoring room, went back to the dormitory, changed clothes, and then went to the cafeteria. He was not hungry, but the place to eat did not appear in the cafeteria, and someone knocked on the door immediately.

When the elevator came down and turned a corner, there was the cafeteria. Zhong Rui stepped out of the elevator, and suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, and an arm rested heavily on his shoulders.

"Brother Noah, I'm in a good mood recently." Chang Nian was planning to go find him after dinner, but when he saw him, he immediately stopped him. Like a brother, "Please do something."

"Who is your brother?" Zhong Rui slapped him on the chest, raised his eyebrows, "Is it appropriate to pretend to be tender in front of me?"

Chang Nian exaggeratedly "hissed", rubbed his chest, bared his teeth and said: "The slap is not big, but the strength is quite strong."

Through a glass door, Art saw from a distance that the two were crossing shoulders and touching their chests, their eyes, ears, and head hurting together. He wondered if it was time to set up a branch to separate the two.

There weren't many people eating that day, so they occupied a small table in twos and threes and talked in low voices. When they saw Zhong Rui and Chang Nian, they raised their heads and greeted them.Zhong Rui sat down opposite Art with a plate, and gave him a comforting look when he looked over.

When Chang Nian came over, the curvature of the corners of Art's mouth hadn't disappeared, and there was rarely a trace of looseness on his usually indifferent face.

"What are you doing standing up, showing off your height?" Seeing that he didn't sit down for a long time, Zhong Rui asked strangely, "What did you just ask me to do?"

"Oh yes," Chang Nian sat down, turned around and said, "My two daughters, I have to count on you this year."

Chang Nian has two cats, but the old lady at home is allergic to cat fur, so she can't bring them home during the Chinese New Year, so she usually asks Zhong Rui to take care of them for a few days.

Zhong Rui just remembered this, and recently he was immersed in the excitement of going home, and the few remaining thoughts were allocated to the opposite person, and he couldn't hold other things in his mind.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm going home this year." Zhong Rui apologized.

"You want to go home?" Chang thought of the accident, and was more happy for him, "When are you leaving?"

"The day after tomorrow, it's too late to buy tickets." Zhong Rui frowned, and quickly thought about the candidate, "How about I help you ask Brother Xiayue? He should be able to let it go."

"That's no need," Chang Nian calmly shrugged, "Leave it to my girlfriend, she was still asking me two days ago."

"Then let your girl...girlfriend?!" Zhong Rui almost choked on a mouthful of rice, "Catched up? Why didn't you tell me what happened?"

Chang Nian quietly glanced at the person opposite: "Tell me? Have you told me about your affairs? You can ask me."

Zhong Rui blinked: "Then you ask me, I didn't say no."

"I'm asking a fart." Chang Nian glanced at him and buried his head in his meal, thinking that you've got the fuck out of the club owner, so I asked about a ball of wool.

The two of them chattered back and forth, and Art was too lazy to participate, so he ate rice with their cross talk, and the taste was not bad.

"Take your time, I'll go to the training room first." Art said hello and left.

"Okay, I'll be there in a while." Zhong Rui nodded.

"Don't look," Zhong Rui turned around and found that Chang Nian was still staring at Art's back, and leaned on him, "Go on and talk about your girlfriend."

Zhong Rui was satisfied with the gossip, and patiently listened to Chang Nian complaining that he didn't share the inside information early, and left the cafeteria with two cans of coffee in his hand.He pushed open the door of the training room. Art had just started a round, and the heavy earphones blocked the footsteps behind him. Zhong Rui didn't speak, and stood quietly watching the game.

The cruel killing round was somehow matched by the system. It was obvious that Art's team was more than a rank higher than the opponent's.

"Why didn't you call me?" Art took off the earphones and found someone standing behind him.

"You are playing, why am I calling you?" Zhong Rui raised his hand and threw a can of coffee into his arms, and sat down on the machine next to him, "What are you comparing today?"

Art and Zhong Rui didn't fight many times, and it was rare to have time these days. The two competed in duos, and the bet gradually increased from the mineral water at the beginning to the dinner yesterday.

"Tell me." Art held the mouse with one hand and the coffee can with the other, and gently opened the tab with his fingertips.

"Bet on the relationship?" Zhong Rui saw that his movements were handsome and unrestrained, so he suddenly wanted to tease him.

"Cough..." The innocent young man had never been stimulated like this before, and spilled a few drops of coffee with a shake of his hand, "What...relationship?"

Zhong Rui said before that he would seriously consider the matter of the two of them, and he actually thought it through when he went back that night, but he still had something in his mind. He wanted to settle the old couple at home first, and then give a formal answer.

But this does not prevent him from enjoying his mouth, the two are currently separated by a layer of cellophane, and the glass is still transparent, and it is quite exciting to tease back and forth.

It's a pity that some people can't help but tease.

"It spilled on the clothes." Zhong Rui took out a tissue and handed it over, "The reaction is so big."

Zhong Rui didn't feel that he had played with the little boy's feelings at all, and he still had some unsatisfactory thoughts in his heart: "Okay, I won't tease you, let's go to the movies at night, whoever loses will buy the ticket."

Art let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a little lost in his heart. He felt that he was not without a chance of winning.

Two people duo, the competition is simple and rude, the K in KDA means the number of heads.

The two of them play a small account, they are not high rank and have no runes, and their teammates are blindly choosing players. Art locked the jungler on the first floor, and the three of them chose two methods to shoot. If there is no tank, simply choose an assassin to indicate that he will play as a support.

The teammates couldn't understand this glove move, but Art knew it very well. This guy was clearly here to gain experience and grab the head.

After the two of them finished a round of jungle, they went around to catch people and steal the jungle. The rhythm was so fast that Art blocked a lot of damage for Zhong Rui in the last wave of team battles. He accidentally died of an unknown AOE, and the number of kills was overtaken.

"Are you still coming?"

"No, it's time to leave now."

Zhong Rui was taken aback: "How do you know it's just right?"

Art put away his mobile phone: "I bought the ticket when I was lying dead just now."

In fact, it was just a pretext to make an appointment. Winning or losing is all about fun. When I went to the theater to collect tickets, Zhong Rui found a place to sit and wait for him.

The two of them were fully armed before going out, wearing hats, masks and sweaters. Fortunately, everyone wore a lot of clothes in winter, and the colors of their clothes were plain, so they wouldn't look weird among the crowd.

After Art took the ticket, he turned around and met a pair of familiar eyes.

The man behind him was lowering his head to talk to the girl beside him, but somehow he happened to raise his head. The moment their eyes met, both of them were startled.

Dong Ming subconsciously looked at Art's side, but he didn't see the person he was thinking of. Art withdrew his gaze and passed him, as if the glance just now was just an illusion.

"There are too many people here, let's sit somewhere else." Art blocked the view behind him just right, and took Zhong Rui by the wrist to lead him to the children's play area in the back.

Dong Ming took the effort to get a ticket, went out and scanned around but didn't see Art, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There are indeed fewer people in the children's area, but if it is noisy, it is not inferior to the outside.

The two found vacant seats in the parents' waiting area and sat down. There was still more than half an hour before the movie started, and Zhong Rui proposed to play two mobile games of the gods.

The mobile game version simplifies the hero skills and reduces the difficulty of operation. The two won the next game like cutting melons and vegetables. Zhong Rui put down the phone and felt his neck was a little stiff. He raised his hand to pinch it, but he didn't want to touch a small head.

He and Art were surrounded by several little boys at some point, and the one whose head was touched by him took a step back timidly when he saw him looking over.

The little boy was cute, Zhong Rui hooked his hands together and coaxed him: "Do you want to play?"

The child was estimated to be about ten years old, his cheeks were flushed with cold, he dared not agree, one hand quietly grabbed the sleeve of the person next to him, his big eyes flickered, the taller boy beside him had nothing to do with him, so he had to Just play if you want to play.

"What should I do if I lose?" With the promise, the shy child carefully took the mobile phone handed over by Zhong Rui, and sat down beside him, "I don't play well."

"Play casually," Zhong Rui rubbed his furry head, feeling good in the hand, he raised his chin at Art, "See that brother, he's here to cover you."

The Gods mobile game is on fire recently, and this kid probably plays a lot, and knows how to choose a tank to match the lineup.

"Knowing how to scout grass and have a bright future," Zhong Rui pointed at him while watching, "Ready, big move, let it go!"

There were more and more children watching around, Zhong Rui was squeezed uncomfortably, so he simply gave up his position and moved to Art's side.

It was not difficult for the two of them to play this game. Art's fingers jumped, and he played a fight into a fight.

"It's almost time." Art brought the pawn line into the opponent's crystal and then cut it out, truly interpreting what it means to be a real man who never looks back at the opponent and explodes.

The little boy also handed the phone back to Zhong Rui, not even cutting the screen indiscriminately.

Zhong Rui couldn't bear the fluffy feel, and while rubbing the child's head, he praised him against his will: "You are amazing."

"That brother is the best." The child's eyes sparkled, and he looked at Art with admiration. Art followed Zhong Rui's example and rubbed the child's head as encouragement.

Before entering the venue, Zhong Rui bought a large handful of popcorn. Art looked around but did not see Dong Mingqi, guessing that they were not in the same movie.

Holding popcorn in his arms, Zhong Rui slowed down his pace when he entered the screening room: "The kid's eyes sparkled when he saw you just now."

"Really?" Art didn't pay attention.

"Yes, he said that my brother is very powerful." Zhong Rui said.

"Say what?" Art asked, seemingly unintentionally.

"Brother is so fierce...Hey! Taking advantage of me?" Zhong Rui almost fell asleep.

The two found their seats and sat down. Zhong Rui stuffed the popcorn into the armrest between the two of them. When he stretched out his hand again, he touched the back of Art's hand. He withdrew his hand and signaled for Art to come first.

Art looked at him silently, seeing that he still didn't understand, so he had to change the popcorn to Zhong Rui's side by himself, raised the middle armrest, and held Zhong Rui with his lowered hand, and he approached slightly sideways, with his arms sticking to his arms .

"That's called taking advantage."

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, sorry for the delay, Chinese New Year is much busier than going to work.

Failed to finish writing in one chapter, the next chapter will be updated in two days.

☆, extra one

Fanwaiyi

There was a reassuring temperature in his palm. When Zhong Rui turned his head to look over, Art had already leaned back on the back of the chair and looked at the screen, leaving him with a well-defined side face. The mottled light and shadow stripped his face. The last trace of greenness outlines a sharp and profound mature appearance.

Zhong Rui seemed to see Art a few years later, handsome in appearance, with skills and experience at the peak, such a player, such a personality and family background...

Sensing the sight of the people around him, Art asked in a low voice what's the matter.

Zhong Rui shook his head, hooked his fingers, and held him even tighter.

This advantage was clearly taken by him.

Watching a movie was distracting, the shaking camera and changing lights seemed to hit people's hearts, Zhong Rui couldn't hold back his restless heartbeat, and his mind gradually drifted away.The relationship between men is the most direct, and all the heartbeats will eventually be attributed to the original desire. Zhong Rui admitted that he had an urge to kiss at that moment.

After coming out of the theater, the two put on their masks again. When they reached the parking lot, a blue trot passed by them. Art saw the people in the car clearly. He subconsciously looked at Zhong Rui. Dazed flashed by.

Under the mask was a face that couldn't dissipate the heat. Zhong Rui hadn't calmed down yet. Once some thoughts arose, they couldn't be suppressed anymore.

After Zhong Rui got in the car, he immediately opened the window, and turned his face to the window to cool down.

Art is not sure if he saw the person in the blue car clearly just now, he couldn't see Zhong Rui's face, so he couldn't guess.

"I'm going home tomorrow, and I'll pick you up the next morning to take you to the airport." Art opened his mouth while waiting for the red light.

"Huh...?" Zhong Rui's face was numb from the wind, he guessed that the temperature had dropped almost, so he closed the car window and said, "No, I left early, don't make trouble."

Art stared deeply at his slightly pale face, and he turned his head and didn't speak again until the car behind him honked his horn.

Zhong Rui didn't know what to say. He couldn't hold too many things in his mind, but now he was blown by the cold wind, and he became dizzy and confused. He is not a person who can hide his thoughts. The only thing to do is to practice.But this matter... you can't just ask me if I can kiss you?

The more he thought about it, the more he struggled, and he didn't notice Art's furrowed brow and his fingertips turning white from exertion.

They were sitting in the same car but had their own thoughts. The one who was driving wanted to pull over to ask for clarification, but the one who was not driving was hesitating in his heart, not knowing whether to step on the accelerator or the brake.

Back at the residence, both of them were full of words. How old is Zhong Rui? .

"I'll come back from dinner tomorrow, and I'll take you to the airport the day after tomorrow." Art brought this up again, with a firm tone that couldn't be refused.

"Why, it's not on the way all the way," Zhong Rui said, how can he not be moved in his heart, but he also knows how to hurt others, and he doesn't want Art to toss back and forth, "It's Chinese New Year, stay at home with parents .”

Art felt uncomfortable, and many words were stuck in his throat, such as "People who love you are on the way, people who miss you are not busy day and night", "I have no time to participate in your past, and I will accompany you to the end" , These hypocritical words that he didn't know where to read were exactly what he was thinking in his heart, but he couldn't say them, so he could only say "um", lowered his eyes and asked Zhong Rui to go to bed early.

Until now Zhong Rui finally felt something was wrong, this person seemed not so happy... Although it wasn't obvious and he couldn't guess the reason, Zhong Rui still felt like he had been beaten with a sap, and he felt dull pain.

"Come back," the impulsive villain counterattacked a villain who stood up and overwhelmed the rational villain. Zhong Rui leaned on the door frame and hooked his fingers at him, "Did I let you go?"

Art stopped in his tracks, and took a step back, bewitched by his fingers. The hand suddenly placed on his shoulder, and the face he thought about day and night was enlarged before his eyes. Before he had time to react, the warm touch on his face was instant Leave.

"I've been thinking about it all the way," Zhong Rui fingered