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The first time Jiang Heng met Ji Yao was at the "Winning Game".

At that time, he was still young. He finished the second semester of graduate school and completed the credits ahead of schedule. He had just left his mentorship and went to Beijing for an internship.

Ge Xing knew that he intended to settle down in Beijing in the future, so he happily recruited a group of people to hold a welcome banquet for Jiang Heng, so that he would be warmly welcomed to harm this three-acre land.

People came and went that day, and Ge Xing called a bunch of friends in the circle for the sake of excitement. Looking around, eight of the ten in the past may not know each other.The demons danced wildly in the suite of the clubhouse, and Jiang Heng walked through the hall with a gentle smile on Maiba's singing, as if he could chat with anyone.

——And Ji Yao appeared at this time.

Holding the wine glass, Jiang Heng just got out of the dice game when he turned his head and saw a young man drinking at the end of the corner of the long sofa.

He was wearing a high-necked white sweater, sitting alone in the corner, looking very obedient and very quiet.

The colorful and exaggerated neon lights avoided that corner, only outlining a thin colorful light and shadow on his side.

Jiang Heng's eyes fell on the other party, and he stopped for a moment with interest.

Ji Yao was brought here by a friend of a friend, and he couldn't get along with the protagonist of this welcome banquet - he didn't like this kind of hard work, but he was in a bad mood these days, so he was dragged here anyway, beautiful Its name is to change the mood.

But he was not interested in those soft birds dancing with demons. He looked at his watch three times a night, feeling bored, but he didn't want to go home, so he could only sip his wine one by one, and stared at the big screen from a distance, Study those misplaced MVs that have nothing to do with the song.

It was probably because Jiang Heng stood still for too long, and Ge Xing, who was slightly drunk, came out of the crowd to look for him.

"What are you looking at?"

He hugged Jiang Heng's shoulders from behind, squinted his eyes and followed his gaze around, and finally landed on Ji Yao.

"Well, this one, do you like it?" Ge Xing smiled vaguely, and obscenely bent Jiang Heng's waist with his arm: "You actually like such a good boy?"

"Good?" Jiang Heng smiled in a strange tone: "You have misread it, this is not a good thing."

He could see very clearly that Ji Yao was well-dressed, but his eyes were not just a little white rabbit—in this chaotic scene, he was alone, but he didn't look cramped or withdrawn, but there was a very subtle temperament in his eyes calm and arrogance.

Jiang Heng said as he stuffed the wine glass in his hand to Ge Xing, then bent down, took out a bottle of draft beer from under the counter, and tried a clever trick to open the bottle cap.

"Actually, it was love at first sight." Later Jiang Heng always said that.

Ji Yao himself was skeptical about this, and occasionally when he was in a good mood, he would ask whether it was true or not.Then Jiang Heng seemed to be deliberately trying to catch someone's appetite, always smiling and not saying a word, not giving an accurate word.

So Ji Yao habitually regarded this as one of the "Love Quotations", but Jiang Heng knew that at least half of his words were true.

—maybe a little more.

Jiang Heng admits that he is a layman, and he always has a preference for a good skin that suits his taste.

His taste is tricky and picky, and his vision is high. He likes white and beautiful like a straight man of steel, but he has no interest in the kind of little zero whose temper is as soft as his waist.

Ji Yao is his favorite face, handsome and not feminine, with a bit of sharp edge, the profile of his face is especially beautiful.The dim and floating shadow of the lamp fell on his face, and along the arc of his side face, outlined a shadowy outline.

In all honesty, Ji Yao is not a stunning beauty, but by coincidence, that day he was wearing a watch with a belt, and because he was out playing, his slightly long sweater sleeves were pulled Going up, revealing a fair and thin wrist.

The dark brown leather belt was wrapped around his wrist, as if he had suddenly and inexplicably sniped at Jiang Heng's point.

The right time, place and people may also be due to the light, shadow and atmosphere. Jiang Heng only felt that something was gently touched for a moment, and his heart moved no matter how he looked at it.

So he decided not to wrong himself.

Jiang Heng unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, left Ge Xing, and walked to that corner alone with a draft beer.

Ji Yao was guessing the plot of a MV, whether ancient or modern, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind in the interval of the deafening rock music.

Immediately afterwards, the sofa beside him sank down very slightly, and Ji Yao looked back and saw a handsome strange young man.

"Good evening." Jiang Heng smiled and shook the bottle at him: "Alone?"

Ji Yao stared at him with his chin propped up for a while, then said without interest: "It's useless to tease me, I'll be 1."

Jiang Heng burst out laughing, stretched his arms, and lightly touched Ji Yao's wine glass with the wine bottle.

"Don't worry about it." Jiang Heng smiled and said, "It's still too early."

Ji Yao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him carefully.

Jiang Heng let him watch carelessly, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he even took a sip of wine in front of Ji Yao, followed his previous gaze to look at the big screen.

The k-song part has entered the "classic nostalgic old songs", and the non-stop rock music in the impression has finally stopped temporarily, and replaced it with a more gentle prelude style.

The pitch of the person who took over the mic was also a little better than before, and his slightly hoarse voice set off the popular hits 20 years ago, which was quite retro.

Ji Yao was in a bad mood, and wanted to drink away his worries tonight. He had already finished two glasses of brandy before Jiang Heng came, and now his reaction was a bit slow.

He seemed to weigh it in his heart, and felt that Jiang Heng's appearance and figure were not eye-catching, so he didn't say anything, and acquiesced to the other party's purposeful approach.

"Is the beer good?" Ji Yao asked.

"To be honest, it doesn't taste good. I changed the wine just to strike up a conversation. I didn't expect the taste to be so bad for me." Jiang Heng said, handing the wine bottle over, and said with a smile, "Try it?"

"Why do you want to change the wine when you talk to me?" Ji Yao asked.

"Because you look small." Jiang Heng said: "Kids may like wild ones."

Ji Yao smiled inexplicably, and then took the wine bottle from Jiang Heng's hand.

"The following are not allowed to enter the club." Ji Yao responded to his "molestation" in a small way, then gave him a little respect, and said, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment, before realizing how Ji Yao knew about himself, he saw the other party shake the bottle and "taste" it.

He didn't go to get the cup either, just drank without seeing anything.

Jiang Heng's eyes darkened, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth with interest.

"Okay, I was wrong." Jiang Heng humbly accepted the accusation: "What's your surname?"

"Ji." Ji Yao dipped some tea with his fingertips, and drew a few strokes on the coffee table: "Ji Yao."

"Good name." Jiang Heng said: "The expectations are high."

Ji Yao didn't accept the compliment, he put down the bottle and smacked the beer.

The draft beer tasted bitter, and the club didn't know how to choose the brand. The astringency still had a bit of a fishy smell left over from brewing. As Jiang Heng said, the taste was "I'm sorry".

Ji Yao frowned at the bad drink, twisted the bottle and glanced at the label on it, which meant that he would avoid lightning in the future.

Jiang Heng was amused by his action, and he pulled the fruit plate on the coffee table, and gave him a piece of desalinated cantaloupe as a gift.

"Sure enough." Ji Yao frowned, staring at the label on the beer bottle, and objectively commented: "It can go bankrupt."

Jiang Heng laughed out loud.

"I agree," he said.

The two of them chatted a few words, but Ge Xing was not satisfied with the protagonist of the banquet's laziness, and vaguely came to catch him.

"What are you two talking about here?" Ge Xing smiled and lay down on the high coffee table, and greeted Ji Yao casually: "What's the point of being here alone, come and play together?"

"What's so interesting?" Jiang Heng was not interested: "The level is not good enough, Stud has already been drunk for two laps."

"That's not necessarily true." Ge Xing was obviously unconvinced: "You just haven't met a tough one, I don't believe you've been having ideas tonight, walk around, I have to find someone to cure you—"

As Ge Xing spoke, he walked around the coffee table to catch him. Ji Yao rested his chin lazily, looked at Jiang Heng with a smile, and said, "Are you good at dice?"

"Average." Jiang Heng said, "But good luck."

Ge Xing was keenly aware of something, and kept booing.He seemed to be a bit socially obsessed, and regardless of whether he knew Ji Yao before or not, he immediately joined him in the same camp, trying to sway them.

"Come, come, try." Ge Xing took out two dice cups as if juggling, and winked at Ji Yao: "Brother, if there is a hidden master, come here once and cure him. He promised me before, but now If you lose a game late, invite a table of wine - when the time comes, we will score three to seven, and you will be seven and I will be three."

"It's boring to count money." Jiang Heng didn't look at Ge Xing, just shook the small dice cup at Ji Yao: "Otherwise, let's make a bet."

"What bet?" Ji Yao asked.

"Promise the other party one thing." Jiang Heng said: "Vulgar is common, but it's easy to use."

Ji Yao raised his eyebrows, and without saying yes or no, he picked up another free dice cup.

The two of them shook the cup at the same time, and stopped at the same time. Ge Xing, an outsider, seemed more excited than the two who were betting, lying on the coffee table and stretching his neck to watch.

"Go!" Ge Xing said.

Jiang Heng made a gesture of invitation with a smile, and Ji Yao didn't shirk it, and opened the cup first, and put the lid aside, revealing the neatly stacked three sixes inside.

Ge Xing cheered, Jiang Heng smiled, and followed suit, revealing three dots.

"I lost." Jiang Heng said with a smile, "What do you want?"

Ji Yao raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, looked at him a few times, and said, "Then tell me a secret."

"Secret?" Jiang Heng thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That can't be heard by others."

As he spoke, he stood up, hooked Ji Yao's wine glass with his fingertips and took a sip, then pressed Ji Yao's shoulder under Ge Xing's yelling protest, bent slightly, leaned closer to his ear, and whispered .

"Actually, this is my first time chasing someone." Jiang Heng said.