On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

Xintai University is a completely open university without a gate. A large stone tablet with the name and motto of the university is used to tell everyone the entrance of the university.

The snack street is built behind the pine forest in the North Garden of the university. Some small vendors start to sell their stalls in the afternoon. Basically, there are all kinds of snacks. The center of the snack street is the food city in the campus of New Taiwan University. There are three floors up the steps, and there are all kinds of milk tea shops and cake shops.

It rained last night until noon. Although it has stopped now, I am worried that it will rain again later. Most of the vendors' cars are covered with canopies.

Big colorful umbrellas, like blossoming mushrooms.

Ye Jiaqing and Song Nanqi walked in front, looking at the dazzling stalls on both sides. Ye Jiaqing liked this kind of place, "Do you rarely go out with people?" He asked Song Nanqi.

Song Nanqi walked out of the posture of a leader patrolling while shopping in the snack street, fixed his eyes on each stall for two seconds, and then moved on to the next one.

"Yeah." He doesn't like shopping. Firstly, he thinks it's a waste of time. There are people in charge of purchasing what he wants to buy, so he doesn't need to go shopping by himself. Second, he has nothing to do shopping by himself, and the chattering in his ears is very noisy.

But Ye Jiaqing was not someone else, and he didn't think Ye Jiaqing was noisy.

He likes to stay with Ye Jiaqing.

Just as he was thinking, he felt his sleeve being gently pulled from the side.

"I want to eat that." Ye Jiaqing pointed to a small stall on the left, and there was a striking red sign on the trolley - Jiuniang Yuanzi.

The owner of the stall is a big boy, who looks about the same age as Ye Jiaqing and Song Nanqi. He has just left the stall, and the two boys with extraordinary temperament in front of him are his first business orders today.

He enthusiastically introduced the size and price of the servings.

And also added hand gestures.

"The big one costs 12 yuan, about... about this big."

"Medium portion, 7 yuan, um, that's a lot."

"Small portion, five yuan, that's all."

Song Nanqi: "..."

There were three stacks of disposable paper bowls of different sizes on the table. Song Nanqi glanced at them, turned on the phone, and asked Ye Jiaqing in a low voice, "Which one do you want?"

Stall owner: "?"

It turned out that he had introduced the wrong person. He turned his gaze to Ye Jiaqing, but he looked familiar.

Ye Jiaqing: "Small portions are fine, I can't eat that much."

Song Nanqi glanced at Ye Jiaqing's half-exposed collarbone, and the scene he accidentally saw in the bathroom before. He was so thin, and he knew that his appetite was pitifully small, and he had the same appetite as a cat.

Song Nanqi raised his mobile phone and was about to scan the QR code to pay, when Ye Jiaqing saw this and immediately pressed his hand to stop the other party's movement.

"I'll do it myself," Ye Jiaqing said with a smile, "Do you want to eat? If you treat me to breakfast, I'll treat you to something too."

The boy's gentle tone made the stall owner envious when he saw it.

Song Nanqi didn't know what he thought of, his eyes changed slightly.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat."

Ye Jiaqing paid the money himself and chatted with the stall owner.

The stall owner is also very chatty.

He talks a lot, most of the time he is the one talking, he has a loud voice, and wearing a mask doesn't affect his loudspeaker-like volume.

"Are you freshmen? Seeing the students."

"That's not true. I've been selling Jiuniang Yuanzi here for several years. Many people look familiar to me. In fact, I also feel familiar when I see you. It always feels like I've seen you somewhere."

Ye Jiaqing blinked, "Maybe it's because of fate?"

His tone is playful and heartwarming.

The stall owner's uncovered skin slowly turned red.

He shook the spoon and filled Ye Jiaqing's garden to the full. He used a medium-sized bowl. He gave the spoon and the toilet paper.

The backs of the two boys gradually disappeared from sight. The stall owner washed his hands, and while drying his hands, a recent hot post on the forum suddenly flashed through his mind.

Many bosses who do business in the school have registered on the forum, and even spend more time in the forum than the students.

From time to time, I advertise my own store, and I promote my store every now and then. When I meet someone who says my store is unpalatable, I have to argue with the other party for [-] rounds.

He took out his phone and found the posts he had already favorited.

When he clicked on the first picture, he was stunned, he was really a little school girl.

No wonder!

When he saw this boy just now, he felt that Tianling Gai was all excited, and his love for the little school girl had been engraved into his DNA!

It's a pity that I didn't take a picture. He should have taken a picture. The little school girl usually doesn't hang around in school. She lives a very simple life. She is a very simple person. They say it is hard to meet. He met today. If he takes a picture, he can also publicize it by the way A wave of your own fermented glutinous rice balls.

However, this feeling of remorse was quickly replaced by jealousy, and he thought of the person standing next to Xiao Xiaohua.

Song Nanqi.

Xiaoxiaohua was so gentle that he was unmoved, but he rushed to help Xiaoxiaohua pay.

Really confusing behavior.

No wonder people say that Song Nanqi has bad intentions and ulterior motives.

Du Ting and Ni Xiaoxiao have already run far away. They eat very heavy food, spicy and spicy, ice and ice and ice, and stinky and stinky.

Ye Jiaqing couldn't finish eating after a few mouthfuls.

He is greedy and wants to eat a little of everything, but in fact he can't eat much.

Ye Jiaqing frowned, "I can't finish eating."

Song Nanqi doesn't like sweets.

Ye Jiaqing also knew this.

Moreover, Song Nanqi has a little bit of a cleanliness habit. His table is always clean and tidy, and the bed is made without any wrinkles. The clothes are either washed by hand or folded. Someone will come to take them away every week, and send them back after they are cleaned. .

Ye Jiaqing felt that Song Nanqi's movie was brought into reality, and he had a very obvious attitude of a wealthy young master.

"Do you want to eat?" Ye Jiaqing put the spoon in the bowl and handed it to Song Nanqi.

Song Nanqi saw Ye Jiaqing's moist and pink lips.

He smiled, pure and dusty.

"Okay." Song Nanqi said.

He took the remaining half of the bowl from Ye Jiaqing, but he hardly ate it. He doesn't like sweets, and he doesn't like eating while walking, so when the sweetness touched his tongue, Song Nanqi frowned slightly. eyebrow.

Ye Jiaqing walked beside Song Nanqi, "I'm just kidding, if you don't like it, don't eat it."

He really just wanted to tease Song Nanqi on a whim.

He put the spoon into his mouth, licked it with his mouth in his mouth, and licked it with the tip of his tongue. Now Song Nanqi did all of these. Looking at Song Nanqi's side face, Ye Jiaqing raised the corners of his mouth and laughed.

"I don't like wasting food." Song Nanqi finished eating quickly, and threw the bowl and spoon into the trash can, with a calm expression on his face.

"..."

Ye Jiaqing didn't bother to talk to him.

Standing behind Song Nanqi, watching Song Nanqi not only throw the spoon and paper bowl he finished eating into the trash can, but also pick up a soda can that was left aside and throw it away.

He did it very naturally, and the elegant Song Nanqi didn't feel any disobedience when he bent down to pick up the trash.

Of course, Ye Jiaqing didn't mean that he thought Song Nanqi was a trash picker.

However, in Ye Jiaqing's impression, a son like Song Nanqi should belong to the family who would cover his nose with disgust or hold his face in surprise when he walked into the snack street and said, "My young master has never eaten at a roadside stall." This is not a stereotype, this is Ye Jiaqing's own experience.

What is Song Namqi's tutor like?

The moment Song Nanqi turned around, Ye Jiaqing's eyes changed from curiosity and scrutiny to gentleness like a spring breeze.

"Song Nanqi, you are more sensible than me."

Song Nanqi looked down and saw Ye Jiaqing's star-like eyes, and said, "You are excellent, don't belittle yourself."

Hey!

It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky is completely dark. The snack street is probably a small light bulb wholesaled together. There are small light bulbs hanging on each small cart, and the street lights are bright.

Because today is Saturday, there are a lot of students going out for shopping, and this is the peak time of crowd flow.

The center of the snack street is the food city, and right in front of the entrance of the food city is a fountain, but the fountain in the school is like that, the lotus planted in it is half dead, and a few goldfish are circling in it.

But the atmosphere at the moment is very good, very good.

"Song Nanqi, take a photo for me." Ye Jiaqing handed the mobile phone to the person beside him, and he pointed to the pool of water, "I'm standing there, you are here, take a half-body shot, take a sideways shot, you know?"

Song Nanqi looked calm, "I know."

Ye Jiaqing patted Song Nanqi on the shoulder, "Make me look handsome."

"Okay." Song Nanqi felt that no matter what, Ye Jiaqing was very handsome and elegant.Like a white crane standing in the night, and the surrounding lights standing on him, he is the light itself.

"Wait," Song Nanqi pulled Ye Jiaqing back, holding the phone with the screen still black, "Password?"

The corners of Ye Jiaqing's mouth twitched slightly.

"Your birthday."

his birthday?

How could it be his birthday?

Song Nanqi lowered his head and entered his birthday, the phone rang and the lock unlocked.

Ye Jiaqing began to explain when he started typing: "I spend more time with you now, so I set the phone password as your birthday, if I have something in the future..."

"The assumption is not true." Song Nanqi interrupted Ye Jiaqing coldly.

Ye Jiaqing was not moved at all, he tilted his head and smiled, "So it's more convenient for me to set the password as your birthday, can't I?"

He looked at Song Nanqi, as if he wanted to get an affirmation.

moment.

"can."

of course can.

Why not, Ye Jiaqing can use her birthday as his lock screen password, she must be treating her as the closest person to him.

Ye Jiaqing is photogenic, no matter how you shoot it, it is not 100% photogenic, because Song Nanqi thinks that Ye Jiaqing looks much better in person than in the camera.

Lights dotted behind him sporadically, converging into a dreamy night like stars and stars.

This is Song Nanqi's first time taking pictures of others. He has never gone shopping with others, let alone taking pictures for friends. No one dares to order him.

The person in the camera is his best friend now.

Song Nanqi felt that his body and mind were sweet from the outside to the inside.

"Send it to Moments?" Ye Jiaqing took a look at the photos taken by Song Nanqi. To be honest, he was worried that Song Nanqi would take pictures of himself like a ghost. Lin Chuqi is like that. Some people in the world are born with photography skills Lin Chuqi is the best in this aspect, he can always capture the ugliest scenes of anyone.

Ye Jiaqing liked Song Nanqi a little more, because judging from the angle and clarity of the photos, Song Nanqi was taking pictures of himself seriously.

No matter what Song Nanqi did, he was serious and meticulous.

"Song Nanqi, let me take a few photos for you, and then we'll post them to Moments." Ye Jiaqing seemed to have a whim, he dragged Song Nanqi, and snapped a few photos.

One is a selfie.

Song Nanqi's expression is still cold and indifferent, but if you look closely, you can see a trace of nervousness from the corners of his tightly pursed lips.

Ye Jiaqing knew that Song Nanqi seldom posted on Moments. The most recent one Song Nanqi posted was more than five months ago, and it was about the white cat in his own profile picture, without any accompanying text.

If it were someone else, facing such a difficult target, they probably wouldn't continue chasing him.

But Ye Jiaqing likes the feeling of peeling away the layers and finding small surprises on each layer.

Song Nanqi formally posted a Jiugongge circle of friends.

Of the nine photos, only one of him showed his face - the selfie with Ye Jiaqing.

The rest are all photos of Ye Jiaqing.

Accompanying text: Please give me more advice, Xiaoye.

Song Nanqi has never been short of suitors. Many friends on WeChat were added in high school because of competitions, activities, and various reasons. Therefore, everyone changed from "I must chase him" at the beginning to "Just look at it".

Song Nanqi has never been active in the circle of friends, and this is the first time he posted a Jiugongge photo, and the protagonist is not himself!

Still a man.

He's still a man whose looks are comparable to Song Nanqi's.

Also, please advise what does it mean? !

Most of the comments under Moments are classmates and alumni from previous high schools.

It's very unusual for Song Nanqi to be able to post on Moments, so I don't have to comment on it, and I have to grab the front row.

[Fuck! ]

[Long time no see, the school girl is still so handsome, but school girl, is this your classmate?It's also so handsome, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooL below u below ]

[Mom, I also want to take the entrance examination for Xintai University! ]

[Well, can you tell me what your relationship is with this person?If it's in a relationship, I'll knock it off. ]

[I'm sorry to correct you, but I'm also knocked out without love. ]

[Old Song, I wipe this little brother is your friend?A man who looks so handsome, I think he is even more beautiful than you. ]

Meng Yi was the study committee member of the class at the time, she was acquainted with everyone, and got along well with everyone. Although Song Nanqi was aloof, he was not unreasonable, and Meng Yi was the only one who had a good relationship.

Meng Mei not only commented, but also chatted with Song Nanqi privately.

The exclamation marks all over the screen are enough to show how shocked he is.

[I would have gone to Xintai if I had known that Xintai supported people so much. I felt different even looking at your photos. ]

[Old Song, are you an official announcement?You definitely haven't watched it, our high school class group is blown up because of your circle of friends!I thought they forgot about you when they went to college, but they still miss you. ]

[But it’s the first time I see you posting other people’s photos, congratulations, 9999999! ! ! ]

What does 9999... mean?

But Song Nanqi still knew the meaning of getting out of the order.

He explained to Meng Mei: I am friends with him.

Meng Mei quickly replied.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I misunderstood that, but you look like a couple, everyone in the group said that you have a matching face, and the clothes you wear also look like couples. ]

Song Nanqi: It's okay.

Although she has long been used to this indifference, Meng Mei still gets stalked occasionally.

In other words, with Song Nanqi's character, the handsome boy in the photo looks like a gentle, cheerful and popular crowd. How can the other party bear Song Nanqi?

The style of some comments is gradually drifting away.

[Good-looking boy, can the school grass push his business card to me?I just love looking at handsome guys. ]

[I want him to be my wife, it looks so gentle. ]

[The novel is reflected in reality, he really looks good, like a baby! ! ! ]

Song Nanqi glanced at the comments one by one, and his brows became more and more wrinkled. When the comment "His waist is so thin, I want to hug it!", Song Nanqi's displeasure reached its peak, and he hid the circle of friends with a worried expression up.

Not willing to delete it, this is the first daily routine between him and Ye Jiaqing.

The author has something to say:

No, didn't Lao Song realize that his daily life revolved around Ye Jiaqing except for his studies?

Lao Song: Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors