blame at every turn

When it comes to stray dogs that have been abandoned, Yue Qin naturally thinks of Yang Ya.

Although Yang Ya is not considered homeless, since he was a child, his father didn't love his mother or his mother, and he would sleep on the floor in the corridor every now and then. He obviously eats as little as a cat, and he is often starved. about there.

Yue Qin could understand the puppy's lack of security, and felt pity for him. At the same time, he recalled Yang Ya's past encounters, thinking that the puppy can at least gain a sense of security by collecting things, and Yang Ya, as a person who has both It is absolutely impossible for a person with a sense of shame and morality to do this. It is a bit sad to have to endure all this silently.

On this day, he bought leek fried buns and soy milk from the same shop as usual, because he had to help Yang Ya edit photos, and time was tight. Yue Qin was not sure if he still had time for lunch and dinner, so he just bought something that could be used for supper. At night, before leaving the morning market, I stopped for a while in front of the sausage stuffing shop at the corner of the street, and finally bought a small bunch that cost less than five yuan.

He even guessed and found the stray dog's den, which was just behind the office building.

This nest is quite luxurious, and it is obviously carefully arranged by well-intentioned people.Although the style of the fabric kennel is ordinary, it carries an umbrella for sunshade and rain protection. There is a board next to it, and there is a letter "There is a dog here, please don't take it away, thank you uncle and aunt". The handwriting looks familiar, like Written by an employee of their company.

At this time, the puppy in the kennel was not there, but only by a small pink square in the kennel, Yue Qin could be sure that the resident of this kennel was the one he was looking for.

He tore the sausage into small pieces, put them in the lid of a soy milk cup, put them in the kennel, and squatted by the kennel for a while, but the puppy didn't come back, so Yue Qin went back upstairs to eat.

He ate while reading the documents, a cup of soy milk and eight fried buns, and Yue Qin ate until nearly eight o'clock.After sorting out the information of a department, he stood by the window and looked towards the direction where he found the kennel for a while, thinking not about the puppy, but whether Yang Ya had eaten and whether he was full.

After Yang Ya finished washing, he sneezed three times as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

Assistant Xiao Zhao came to deliver breakfast to him and Shao Mingyu, who was in the dormitory. As soon as he opened the door, he heard his sneezing sound, and was so frightened that he couldn't tell: "Brother, what's wrong with you, is it because you have a cold from the air conditioner or you are allergic to dust? Do you need me now?" Just go down and prescribe you two medicines?"

"Need not."

Yang Ya sniffed, and didn't feel anything strange, but he had already sneezed more than a dozen times since six o'clock in the morning. If he hadn't been woken up by his own sneezing, he wouldn't have woken up so early. Just get dressed and get out of bed.

Among the people he knew, besides Shao Mingyu, the only person Yang Ya could think of who would get up so early was Yue Qin: "Maybe my wife in a long-distance relationship misses me."

Xiao Zhao said "oh".

He knew that Yang Ya had found a benefactor, and he also heard from Peng Song that Yang Ya was the one below.

Professional ethics prevented him from exposing Yang Ya's "wife" and defended Yang Ya's dignity as a male animal.

Xiao Zhao put all the lunch boxes on the table, subconsciously looked at the four beds, but couldn't find the person he was looking for: "Where is Brother Shao?"

"I'm talking about a girlfriend. I left at ten o'clock last night. Maybe I'm still immersed in the gentleness now."

Yang Ya opened the two lunch boxes and took a look, and returned the one without coriander to Xiao Zhao: "Haven't you had breakfast yet? Before Shao Mingyu left, he specifically told me to leave his portion for you, but I remember If you don’t eat coriander, you’ll order one without coriander, if I remember wrongly, we’ll change it, I’m not picky about food.”

Xiao Zhao was grateful: "Thank you Brother Yang, I really don't eat coriander."

He has been with Yang Ya for a while. For the company, Yang Ya is a relatively worry-free artist, but for him, he is not completely.Because although Yang Ya seldom used him, every time he did, there were too many things to do and it was difficult to take care of him. This was the first time he felt Yang Ya's considerate side.

Sure enough, it is not false to say that love turns hostages on the Internet.

He sincerely sent his blessings: "Brother Yang, you and your sister-in-law are talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven. I wish you a happy life together forever."

To be honest, he has been coveting the company's artists' breakfast set for a long time, and he has been unable to eat it. Now that he finally got what he wanted, he was inevitably a little emotional, so he reached out to take the lunch box away when he was halfway through the sentence.

It's just that Yang Ya grabbed his hand before it even touched the lunch box.

"I said don't call me brother Yang, just call me brother or Yang Ya."

"Okay Brother Yang, no problem Brother Yang." Xiao Zhao's eyes were still glued to the shrimp fried rice in the lunch box. In front of delicious food, no matter what Yang Ya said was good.

Yang Ya was a little dissatisfied, but he thought about it for a while, and didn't correct Xiao Zhao's address to him: "Am I handsome?"

"Handsome, handsome, you are so handsome, shocking, the combined appearance of all male animals in the world is less than one thousandth of yours."

"Then do you think I have boyfriend power?"

"Yes, yes, brother, just drink this mutton soup jelly without coriander, and your boyfriend will be as majestic as Mount Tai and as magnificent as the Bohai Sea."

"Very good." Yang Ya nodded, quite satisfied with his rainbow fart.

Xiao Zhao swallowed his saliva: "Then, Your Majesty, may I ask the slave to leave with the meal..."

Yang Ya nodded: "I'm sure, let's go."

"Hey." Xiao Zhao walked away in a hurry.

As soon as he left, Shao Mingyu returned to the dormitory on his back, with a towel around his neck, and he wiped his hair intermittently.

Shao Mingyu just came back from a morning jog on the playground.

Because of his gentle appearance, he and Yang Ya's acting styles are completely opposite. Most of them play civil servants in ancient costume dramas and teachers in modern dramas.

But in terms of body management, he is as self-disciplined as Yang Ya.However, unlike Yang Ya who sticks to his little knowledge of biology in junior high school and only jogs in the evening because "plants respire all night, and the carbon dioxide content in the air is too high in the morning", Shao Mingyu pursues the ultimate volume, morning, noon and evening. To run eight laps around the playground.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he first took out a kettle from under his bed, held it in his arms and filled it with a big mouthful of water, then turned to look at Yang Ya.At this time, Yang Ya had already opened the script and memorized the lines loudly.

"I just saw little Zhao Zi went out of our room, holding a lunch box." Shao Mingyu's eyes stopped on the table, and his voice paused, "Where's my breakfast?"

Yang Ya's voice gradually became quieter. He finished reciting the last line before raising his head to look at Shao Mingyu: "Why did you come back so early and not eat with your girlfriend?"

"What a fart, the good thing was done halfway last night, Yunyun's father came back, drunkenly lying on the doorstep of her singing "The Road to Heaven", scared me, half an hour passed and I couldn't get up again, two o'clock in the morning Back then, you were still sleeping like a pig—why, I woke up this morning when I heard you sneezing, didn’t you find me in the dormitory?”

"No," Yang Ya turned over a page of the script and said blankly, "Maybe Xiao Zhao stole your lunch box. I've been reciting lines since just now, so I didn't pay much attention."

"I've known he's been coveting my crab sandwich, shrimp fried rice and lamb soup for a long time."

Shao Mingyu hammered the table.

However, although he gritted his teeth, his expression didn't care too much, "Fortunately, I even asked the chef to add more coriander to my mutton soup, to prevent fire and theft, and Xiao Zhao. I didn't expect him to be so hungry and thirsty. Let's say His nose is out of order? He can't smell two tablespoons of coriander in the soup?"

Yang Ya's shoulders stiffened.

But he soon relaxed again, and continued to maintain the self-cultivation of an excellent actor, picking himself up with a nonchalant expression: "It's also my fault that I didn't like it, or I will give you half of my breakfast? I will eat mutton and you will drink." Soup, I will eat the shrimp you eat."

"No, anyway, the company cafeteria doesn't cost money. Xiao Zhao eats whatever he wants. I ordered takeaway, and it happened that I haven't eaten the soy milk and fried dough sticks downstairs for a long time-hey, you should hurry up and eat. The temperature of the air conditioner here is adjusted. If it is so low, the sandwich will be cold if you don't eat it, and the bread will not taste good if it is cold."

Yang Ya responded, and then closed the script.

Just as he was about to go to the table, he sneezed suddenly. At the same time, the cell phone he placed beside his pillow vibrated. Yang Ya glanced casually. After seeing the message from Yue Qin, he sneezed. Reaching out to fish the lunch box into his arms, he returned to the bed.

Yue Qin asked him if he had eaten.

"I'm about to eat it." After Yang Ya replied, he took a photo of the lunch box and used a ten-level gourmet filter.

His mobile phone is specially used for taking pictures. Under the ten-level gourmet filter, ordinary steamed buns can be seen as well as fake ones.

So he soon received a reply from Yue Qin: "...don't lie to me with the pictures on the Internet."

"I'm not lying to you."

Yang Ya turned over the frozen mutton soup, revealing a large piece of coriander leaves frozen at the bottom: "Look, there are a lot of coriander in here. Our company cafeteria is just like this one, and the additions can be exaggerated. (T^T)"

Yue Qin returned his facial expression of touching his head, and Yang Ya sneezed again.

Shao Mingyu, who was digging his feet for ranking, looked at him: "You have a cold? Do you want me to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner?"

"No, it's not a cold, it's just someone thinking about me."

Shao Mingyu let out an "oh", he knew that Yang Ya's narcissism was not something that happened in a day or two, but he didn't care about it anymore.

Yang Ya took some rice with his chopsticks, wiped it on the lid of the lunch box, took another photo, and sent it to Yue Qin:

"I am sick."

"I've been sneezing since I woke up in the morning, and I can't even eat anymore, alas (′へ`,)"

"Yue Qin, why don't you come here tomorrow...I'm just sneezing now, and I might have a fever tonight. It's summer, and I'm afraid some kind of epidemic virus will infect you."

When Yue Qin received this message, he also received a review message from an employee.

He frowned slightly, minimized the window of the work system, and typed: "Remember to take your medicine and have a good rest."

Then he didn't press the send button immediately, but deleted all these four words, and edited a new one: "It's okay, I'll find you tonight."

The author says:

Arrest Yang Ya for a nucleic acid test.