On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

In an instant, Ye Jiaqing's brain was spinning rapidly. He thought about all the people who could take the blame, and finally landed on Lin Chuqi.

"It's Lin Chuqi. He came to play at my house yesterday. I used my mobile phone to log in to Weibo, but I forgot to switch back." He held up his chopsticks with an innocent face. If he was any other person, he would definitely believe it. Is it right?

Ye Jiaqing's heart was pounding with nervousness, and he didn't feel it until he exposed it. Once those things were exposed to Song Nanqi's eyes, he immediately felt that his clothes had been stripped clean and nothing was left behind.

The last time I was caught was talking about it, but this time there is real evidence.

Ye Jiaqing felt that his face was almost familiar. He looked at the mobile phone in Song Nanqi's hand, and thought of the things he posted on his Weibo, he wished he could grab it and throw it into the bottom of the butter pot to burn it.

"Really?" Song Nanqi's tone was flat, and he could not tell whether he believed it or not, and just answered with a simple sentence.

Ye Jiaqing reached for the phone, but Song Nanqi took it back before he could.

Ye Jiaqing's fingers holding the chopsticks tightened tightly.

Song Nanqi glanced at him, then lowered his head to look at the Weibo personal homepage of "Delicacy and Delicacy".

The latest Weibo is still a few months ago, the corners of the white shirt, the knuckles of the fingers, and the protruding wrist bones, Song Nanqi has pinched and touched them countless times, and he can tell who their owners are just by looking at them.

Scroll down, that is to know the previous ones, and the pictures taken at home are even less restrained - the lines of the abdomen, Adam's apple, collarbone

Ye Jiaqing forgot exactly what he posted, but since he posted it on the trumpet, it must have run counter to his usual appearance.

He poked the chopped green onion in the bowl with his chopsticks, absent-minded, all his attention was on the phone and Song Nanqi's expression.

Judging from the polarization of small comments, we know that not everyone can accept him like this.

But in fact, it doesn't matter whether you accept it or not, he is still him, and he will not change for anyone, which is not a wrong thing.

Thinking of this, Ye Jiaqing heaved a sigh of relief.

There are not many Weibos, Song Nanqi finished reading them quickly, he handed the phone back, Ye Jiaqing received it in his hand without saying a word, put it in his pocket, he was still poking chopped green onion and millet pepper with chopsticks, and circled a piece of pepper One was strung onto the chopsticks, revealing anxiety that he didn't realize.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Ye Jiaqing said in a low voice.

He didn't hear Song Nanqi's answer for a long while.

Ye Jiaqing waited until the other party put a piece of beef into his bowl.

"If you get hotter, you'll get old." He said calmly.

Ye Jiaqing pressed the beef into the saucer, stuffed it into his mouth, lowered his head, his eyes were sour.

Ye Si's words would always come out suddenly and reasonably at such moments.

"They won't like you like you, no one will like you."

"Well, you look good in white, you should wear more white, they all like you in white."

"If your uncle doesn't like you, he won't let you follow me, and he will drive you out."

"If no one likes you, you're worthless, understand?"

"Why?" Song Nanqi put down his chopsticks and said solemnly, "Every time this happens, do you cry? Last time too."

"Since you are afraid of being known, why do you do it?"

"Since you have done it, what are you afraid of?"

Song Nanqi took out a tissue and leaned over to wipe away the tears on Ye Jiaqing's face. It was cold and soon soaked the tissue, but it was so hot that Song Nanqi's fingertips were numb.

"It's too embarrassing."

Ye Jiaqing raised his head, his eyes were red, "Why did you find this kind of thing, it's so embarrassing."

"It was the same last time, why do you have to find out every time? It's really annoying, I now" Ye Jiaqing's voice was crying, "I don't have any secrets now."

This time there is really nothing, nothing.

Song Nanqi wanted to speak several times, but stopped, and finally he could only helplessly say: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have discovered your secret."

Ye Jiaqing looked at Song Nanqi blankly.

After a long time, Ye Jiaqing laughed out loud.

He should believe in Song Nanqi, he should believe in Song Nanqi, believe that Song Nanqi does not like him who is superficial.

"Wuwu, do you think?" Song Nanqi seemed to hesitate for a moment, he seldom hesitated, and only thought about his words to Ye Jiaqing, "You don't need to pretend to be in front of me."

"Whatever you want, whatever you want to express, you can tell me directly."

"Don't feel ashamed. On a small scale, we are a couple. I have the obligation to tolerate and understand you. On a large scale, we are the same species. Whether it is social needs or emotional needs, we are all the same. high and low."

Ye Jiaqing was taken aback by the words.

"I think there should be a minimum of trust between us." Song Nanqi's brows and eyes were blurred and faint behind the rising heat mist, but even through the heat mist, Ye Jiaqing could still perceive the other party's serious and focused eyes .

He seems to be able to see through all of Ye Jiaqing's hypocrisy and pretense, know the unscrupulousness behind his seemingly perfect appearance to achieve his goals, and discover the cowardice and cowardice hidden under his glamorous skin.

Ye Jiaqing's fingers clenched the chopsticks tightly, his knuckles turned white, "I don't distrust you."

"is it?"

It's such an understatement of words again, which makes people's backs shudder.

"You don't trust me, and you don't trust yourself," Song Nanqi raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of indulgence, "Between this layer, we can't realize our true self and obtain true happiness in a relationship."

Ye Jiaqing finally realized that when falling in love with Mr. Song, there will be no secrets, and there must be no secrets.

It is not only about love, but also about philosophy and thinking about life.

He muffled, "I see."

Song Nanqi refilled Ye Jiaqing's cup with fruit juice. He didn't take another bite, and kept blanching Ye Jiaqing's meat and vegetables.

Before he met Ye Jiaqing, he had many principles, many rules and conditions that had not been practiced. He hated deceit and slack the most, but these two things were found in the people he liked.

He doesn't like to indulge in pleasure and indulge in his desires. He should even feel that he is different from the other party and does not conspire with each other. But since he has entered the lovesickness school and started to think about it, the person in front of him is a lovesick person, and nothing else is important.

"What else do you want to eat?"

"I saw your Weibo"

Walking on the road, there were a lot of pedestrians on both sides. Ye Jiaqing's down jacket sleeves were too long, which covered his hands. When he heard Song Nanqi talking about Weibo again, his scalp exploded for a moment, and he reached out to punch Song Nanqi. .

"What do you want to say?"

"Can I follow your Weibo account? We are mutually related." Song Nanqi took out his mobile phone seriously.

Ye Jiaqing looked at Song Nanqi in shock, "But my alias has never followed anyone else."

"Huh?" Song Nanqi looked at Ye Jiaqing.

Ye Jiaqing's heart trembled when he saw the other party's quiet gaze, "Yes."

Ye Jiaqing knew what it meant to have someone who followed him before, and Song Nanqi naturally knew what it meant.

"now?"

"Well, now."

Ye Jiaqing hasn't been active on the trumpet for a long time. He found Song Nanqi's robot-like account from the new fans and clicked on it. He knew that when someone found out that the person he followed had an update, he would be able to vaguely guess it. The relationship between the other party and him.

Song Nanqi hid Ye Jiaqing's large Weibo that he reposted at the beginning, and his Weibo became 0. With his head down, he reposted the latest Weibo on Ye Jiaqing's small account.

And comment: the baby is the best.

Ye Jiaqing: "!"

Under Song Nanqi's silent but penetrating gaze, Ye Jiaqing liked this Weibo, liked the comments, and commented: Love love love love.

He knew that Teacher Song's jealousy had risen again, which was one of the reasons why he was worried that Song Nanqi would be angry when he saw his Weibo account.

On the trumpet, he said to the fans you and me, none of the words can stand scrutiny, and they are all words that are not nutritious.

And the fans on the trumpet are much more explicit than those yelling confessions in school, so it's no wonder Song Nanqi is jealous

Ye Jiaqing set Weibo to only be visible for three days.

He held up the page to Song Nanqi and showed him, "Okay."

Song Nanqi hummed, and gently touched Ye Jiaqing's face.

"I just wanted to ask." Song Nanqi took Ye Jiaqing's hand and walked forward slowly. The lights of the shop signs on both sides fell on his eyelashes and side face, and shadows were clustered. "Do you know how to implement the postures you mentioned on Weibo?" Is it difficult to get up?"

Ye Jiaqing was stunned for a moment, what kind of posture, he said too much flirtatious things above, to be honest, he couldn't remember clearly, but he knew that what Song Nanqi said must have been sent by him.

But he thought that Song Nanqi just browsed through it roughly, and he still read it seriously?

Remember it?

Ye Jiaqing thumped several times in his heart, because he knew how serious Song Nanqi was, and he was worried that Song Nanqi would try those things on him one by one.

"I'm just talking, curious, curious." Ye Jiaqing hurriedly found a way out for himself.

"If you want, you can tell me, and leave the rest to me." Song Nanqi squeezed Ye Jiaqing's fingertips, his tone serious.

A pinch of flames burned from the soles of Ye Jiaqing's feet to the top of his head, and he spoke incoherently, "No, no, no, don't bother, Mr. Tai Song is too polite."

"Furthermore, Mr. Song is also a novice, isn't he?" Ye Jiaqing still has the factor of reluctance in his bones. He can admit defeat in other things, but he can't speak hard, "Don't force it."

"You cried last time." Song Nanqi said without thinking.

"What?" Ye Jiaqing couldn't react for a while.

"Last time," Song Nanqi said in a low and deep voice, "I cried, let me take it easy, slow down, I won't force it, woo woo, you are more forceful."

"It's superficial on paper, and I absolutely know that this matter has to be done."

Song Nanqi put Ye Jiaqing's hand into his pocket and held it, his tone was neither salty nor dull, he glanced at Ye Jiaqing, "Wuwu's mouth skills are really good, but theory must come down to practice after all."

"However, in the future, if there is anything I don't understand in practice, I will humbly ask you for advice."

"..."

Ye Jiaqing felt that his verbal skills were not as good as Teacher Song's.