What will Mr. Koo buy today?

Having been with Zhao Xingluo for a long time, Gu Shang gradually deepened his understanding of some parts of him that he hadn't noticed before.

For example, he thinks that Zhao Xingluo is a person with a special sense of ritual.

This seems to be different from what Gu Shang learned through literary and artistic works such as film and television novels that there are people in the family who need to inherit the throne.

He imagined that Zhao Xingluo ran out of the splendid and beautiful mansion, roaring in his mouth, "I am fed up with these red tapes, I have to rely on my own strength to survive, don't you all understand me!" lines.

Then Gu Shang managed to shudder, thinking that a little sense of ceremony is not a bad thing.

So he was dragged by Zhao Xingluo to go to self-study, and the so-called self-study room was actually their study.

"I reserved a seat for you."

This weekend morning, after Gu Shang woke up and was eating breakfast, he saw Zhao Xingluo, who got up a little earlier than him, with a piece of bread in his mouth, and his fluffy little head emerged from the study, and said to him.

Gu Shang: "..."

This is the beginning of a standard horror movie, so Gu Shang made up his mind.

(Gu Shang came to the study and found that Zhao Xingluo had designated a place for him to sit, Gu Shang wanted to change to a place he liked, but Zhao Xingluo pointed at that place with a confused face and said: "But, isn't there someone already sitting there? ")

Thinking of this, Gu Shang involuntarily shuddered.

"What's the matter, Xiao Shang?"

Zhao Xingluo ran over with a piece of bread in his mouth, dipped the other end into Gu Shang's milk, and ate it.

"Is it all right?" Gu Shang shook his head, not intending to tell his own brain hole to scare his boyfriend who is so big and so timid.

"I'm just curious that there are so many seats next to the table, why do you still use the word occupying a seat? Is this also a sense of ritual?"

Gu Shang remembered that when he went to Zhao Xingluo’s grandparents to pay New Year’s greetings, he also heard that they could provide them with staff to pretend to be readers. It seems that the sense of ritual may also be inherited.

"Well, yes, it feels like it took some time and effort to get a learning opportunity." Zhao Xingluo nodded.

Gu Shang: "..."

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you." Gu Shang thought for a while, but he still asked the question that he had been thinking about for a long time, "As a person with a mine at home, I don't feel a little disgusted by all kinds of red tape. something?"

Gu Shang knows that such plots in movies and TV shows are inevitably somewhat exaggerated. In real life, people may not be so secondary, but if there are too many details and rules in life, it will make people a little breathless.

However, Zhao Xingluo didn't seem to have such troubles. Instead, he would actively pursue something with a sense of ritual. This made Gu Shang, who could start drawing manuscripts just lying on the ground, a little unable to get his point.

"Well, how to explain this?" Zhao Xingluo pondered for a moment.

"Because Xiao Shang is a genius, I feel that it is difficult to explain it from the standpoint of ordinary people like me."

Gu Shang: "..."

You are too polite, you are not a mortal, you are obviously a fairy descending to the mortal world, Gu Shang said in his heart.

"I wait for mortals. It is actually a relatively long process from working hard to achieving certain results." Zhao Xingluo thought for a while and said.

"Of course I'm not saying that Xiao Shang doesn't work hard." He added, "It's just that you are so good that you don't feel that kind of procrastination."

"So when I want to work hard, I am used to giving myself a little bit of encouragement first, because once I start, I will never give up." Zhao Xingluo said, Gu Shang felt that the fighting spirit ignited on his body was almost visible to the naked eye. It may be because he has watched too many "videos without PS traces" recently.

"I support you, let's go."

Gu Shang was moved by Zhao Xingluo's enthusiasm, and the genius heart that can flow inspiration from a salted fish seemed to become less salty.

So the two came to the "battlefield" where they were going to "fight" today full of fighting spirit, and sat on the seats that Zhao Xingluo had reserved for the two of them at the same time.

I have to say that this seat is really good.

Ventilation, lighting, vision and other aspects are in good condition, and there are two seats side by side.

"I brought you coffee." Zhao Xingluo said, taking out two large paper cups of takeaway coffee from under the table as if by magic.

Gu Shang: "..."

Where do you keep your coffee machine at home?Gu Shang thought to himself, this is really a boy with a strong sense of ceremony.

So he nodded and finally took a sip of coffee, then turned on his mobile phone, opened a music app, and searched for something on it.

"I found it." Gu Shang said, and then pressed the play button.

There was a beeping sound from the phone, which sounded like a lit fireplace in the reading room in winter, and the slight noise made the room even warmer and quieter.

"White noise, does this add a sense of ritual to you?" Gu Shang said.

"Although it's a pity, the mobile phone is somewhat different from the real one."

"Oh, Xiaoshang really wants it? Yes." After Zhao Xingluo finished speaking, he took out a remote control from the desk drawer, and with a light press, the fireplace in the study was really lit.