[full-time master bg] I don't feel like smiling

Throughout the wedding, An Wenyi kept a proper smile.After the end, Wan Er went back with him, sat in the passenger seat, and stopped talking.

An Wenyi looked at her from the rearview mirror, "What's wrong?"

Smiling eyes drifted back, "That gift..."

Is it okay not to give it?

"Oh that." An Wenyi turned around and took it over, handing it to her casually, "Here you are."

"…what."

Smiling stupidly, he took it.What's the matter?She just felt awkward holding it in her hand, and she didn't even throw it, and it didn't matter if she didn't throw it.I felt very uncomfortable and blamed myself for talking too much.

It's also my fault that she couldn't help being happy today.With the arrogance of a villain, he thinks he has the thoughtfulness to take advantage of the situation.No way, she is also a normal girl who is jealous and complacent.

But this time it fell, no matter how sensible a girl is, I'm afraid she doesn't like to accept second-hand gifts.

An Wenyi didn't know, so he turned the steering wheel and asked where she was going later.

I want to go to the bottom of your heart.

Dare you give me a ride?

Smiling calmly, "I want to drink."

"So early?" An Wenyi couldn't help but glanced at her several times in the rearview mirror.

Smiling, "I asked for leave today."

"alright."

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It was the same tea tavern as before.

Wan'er ordered a few bottles of beer, asked the boss to take a big glass, filled it up, and drank it in one gulp.Holding the tea in his hand, An Wenyi was dumbfounded, "Drink it slowly."

Smiling at his cup, "Are you still drinking tea?"

"Yes."

"Wine can relieve a thousand worries."

An Wenyi was a little intimidated by her, "It always feels like I am accompanying you to your ex-boyfriend's wedding today."

Back to the wedding.Smiling and telling him, "I always thought you would get married."

Even she thought about that scene.

She even struggled with whether to participate or not.

Later, I felt that I might not have received the invitation, and I was a little sad.

At that time, I thought, maybe love is what they are like.One is bright and dazzling, and the other hides the light in its eyes.It would be a lie to say that you don't feel sad, but who doesn't yearn for love at that age?

I never secretly fantasized about being a bride, because I felt ashamed.

She likes everything that is real, and pain is often the most real.

An Wenyi was silent, and it took a long time to reply to her, "'Thought' is one of the most useless words."

Wan Er deeply agrees and raises his glass to him.An Wenyi was taken aback for a moment, thinking that she was drunk, so he had no choice but to pick up his teacup and touch it.

"I didn't know you liked drinking so much before."

Smiling, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Drink to relieve your worries when you are bored, and celebrate with you when you are happy. Wine shares joys and sorrows with me."

"You put it that way, wine is really a good thing." An Wenyi shook his head, this time it was his turn, "Let's clink glasses between two sad people."

Wan'er raised his wine glass early in the morning, heard what he said, and avoided coming back.

"wrong."

An Wenyi: "Huh?"

"Today you are the only one who is sad." Smiling, "I am happy."

An Wenyi couldn't believe it, "How happy are you?"

Wan'er thought for a while, and gave him a metaphor, "The cicada caught by the mantis ran away, but the oriole was still chirping."

"Although I don't quite understand what you're saying..." An Wenyi thought for a while and said, "However, I feel sorry for the one who was compared to a praying mantis. If the cicada ran away, he would still be coveted by the oriole."

Smiling: "But the oriole is very happy."

An Wenyi deliberately poured cold water on her, "A drunken oriole can't catch a praying mantis."

"Really?" Smiling frowned, thinking seriously, "Then tell me, is there a chance that the squirrel drunk the praying mantis?"

"Then you have to ask Mantis." An Wenyi smiled, "Maybe he doesn't drink like me."

Wan'er continued to sip his wine, unable to speak some words, even cautious in probing.

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After drinking, An Wenyi drove her home, and when he got downstairs, An Wenyi reminded her to bring a gift.

Wan Er felt hot, and asked casually, "What's in here?"

"A pen."

"what?"

Wan'er was dumbfounded, she thought it was some sensational gift, like a symbol of their old love...

Or, does this pen have any special meaning...

"I didn't know what to give, but I suddenly remembered that you used to collect pens, so...um." An Wenyi said, "Thank you for coming with me. I hope you like this gift."

"Give it to me?" His face was a little hot, he didn't know if it was surprise or embarrassment because of his own wild thinking.

So no...not a commemorative gift for your ex-girlfriend?

An Wenyi was as puzzled as she was, "Otherwise, who do you think I'm for?"

Wan Er quickly shook her head, pursed her lips, but couldn't hold back her rising smile, "Thank you, I like it very much."

"Think" is indeed one of the most useless words.

Smiled deeply.

‖

"boom".

Wan Er gulped down the wine in the glass and put it on the table, "I have to work overtime again."

An Wenyi refilled it for her, "What's going on?"

Wan'er poured bitter water to him in a low voice, while drinking to relieve his worries.It's amazing to say that the two of them have somehow become wine (tea) friends, and they will meet up to chat and complain from time to time.

Wan'er quietly changed An Wenyi's remark to "Don't drink at all", it's not that he doesn't like drinking, it's just that this person abides by reason and resolutely refuses to be seduced by a glass of wine.

The two talked about this topic once.Wan Er asked him jokingly, "If you like something and become addicted, what would you do?"

For them who are rational, "addiction" is the best way to put Buddha.

It was terrible, Wan Er didn't even dare to imagine it.

An Wenyi didn't think about it either. After hearing this, he thought about it seriously for a while, "Most of the time, I will choose to quit."

Smile nodded in agreement, but he continued, "However, I reserve the possibility that I will be desperate."

"Is that possibility as precious as the return of the prodigal son?"

An Wenyi paused while drinking tea, "I don't think your metaphors are appropriate."

Smiling and correcting him: "It's not very elegant."

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"I'm holding Xingxin back again."

An Wenyi sighed to her, and told her that Xingxin lost the game this time, half of the responsibility was due to his failure to keep up with the operation.Wan Er took the wine glass and touched his teacup, "I won't give up, just keep working hard."

An Wenyi nodded, and then said, "Fortunately, you didn't come to comfort me."

He deeply understands his shortcomings, and he also knows that he is always Xingxin's shortcoming.But no matter how rotten he was, he was Xingxin's cure.He has only one idea, and he is determined to work hard for it. ...But even so, he couldn't accept the comfort of his teammates at ease, so he avoided it. He knew that what he needed most now was not comfort.

He put down the teacup, "Let's talk next time, I'll go and practice again."

"come on!"

‖

...

"Damn it, the year-end bonus is gone this time."

Smile drinking and complaining.

"Then I'll treat you to a drink this time."

"mean."

"Next time, next time..."

"Next time and next time."

"Up and down next time is fine."

...

An Wenyi was particularly unconvinced, drinking tea made him feel angry,

"This year's All-Star selection, my idol's ranking dropped one place!"

"Who is your idol?"

"Zhang Xinjie." An Wenyi put down his teacup and asked her to vote, "Give him a vote."

"it is good."

Smiling, she turned her back and voted for "An Wenyi" quietly.

...

The exclusive notification tone of the mobile phone comes in.Wan Er hurriedly put down what she was doing, and walked over to get the phone with a smile.

You don't have to look to know.

"Drink tea?"

smiling,

"Drink."

The author has something to say: Obsessive-compulsive disorder can only be published after 2000 words.

In addition, what is wrong with only wanting to write extra stories x