Times of Our Lives

Zhang Langbang's military training ended around mid-September. On the day of his return, he yelled in the WeChat group: "I Hu Hansan is back! Everyone, hey, hey!"

Han Dong: "... Noisy, shut me up!"

Zhang Lianban: "Uncle Han! Let's go out and eat together!"

Han Dong: "What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Langbang: "It doesn't matter what you eat! Let me meet with Rourou!"

Han Dong: "..."

Zhang Lianbang: "Aren't you in a school, come out and play together, I'll buy her buy!"

"She's not available." Han Dong: "The two of us go out, I'll buy it for you."

Zhang Gang didn't send any more messages later. Ji Qinyang turned over the records after an hour and turned to these. He was planning to speak in the group, and Zhang Zhang's phone came in.

"Ji Yimei is very big !!!" Zhang Zhang's voice shrieked in the hands-free voice: "I don't want to play with Uncle Han! He is a great snoring mother-in-law !!!!"

Guo Linan, who was sitting next to Ji Qinyang, spit out water.

Ji Qinyang gave him a dismissive glance: "Dirty is not dirty."

Guo Linan: "..."

Ji Qinyang turned off the hands-free and said lightly: "How can a brother be a woman? He said that if you go out to play with you, you can let him buy and buy. Anyway, he has money, not for nothing."

"..." Zhang Bar hummed: "I don't want Uncle Han ... I want Goddess Rou ..."

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: "Why? Without Rourou, you would n’t eat roast duck, and you would n’t go to Wudaokou, Sanlitun?"

Zhang Bang: "..."

Ji Qinyang spoke sharply and asked, "We are going to Nanluoguxiang next week. Would you like to go?"

"Yes!" Zhang Gang said without hesitation.

After finishing the composition guide in the afternoon, Ji Qinyang walked out while texting Xie Meng. Zhai Lin wore a peaked cap, white vest and shorts, and walked beside him like a crane.

"One beautiful pot." Since Guo Linan heard about Ji Qinyang's nickname in high school, almost the whole school has begun to call Ji Qinyang Ji Yimei: "Are you going to cut mao this week?"

"Go." Ji Qinyang locked the screen of his phone and looked at Zhai Lin: "Are you coming together?"

Zhai Lin nodded: "You have to get what you want. I'll cut Ha with you."

"Okay." Ji Qinyang patted him on the shoulder. "I'll be back tonight, remember to leave a window for me."

"Well, I know." Zhai Lin smiled with a wrinkled nose. "One beautiful pot, you two are too tight a day."

Xie Meng asked for a pure milk at the coffee shop in the school. He received a call from the tutor to recruit and was scheduling time with his parents.

"Any one, three, five, is it possible from 4 pm to 8 pm?" Xie Meng held the mobile phone with his shoulders, put the packed bag in his hand and asked the clerk to borrow paper and pen: "Junior high school mathematics, boy, 150 for one hour "Sorry." The phone slipped off Xie Meng's cheek. He reached out to pick it up, and someone helped him hold it.

"I'm here to help you." Li Ruixin helped him hold his cell phone, and smiled: "You write."

"..." Xie Meng nodded, and quickly wrote down the address.

"Thank you, sister." The boy thanked him after he hung up the phone.

Li Ruixin said heartily: "So what are you polite?"

The same is the School of Finance. As a sophomore, Li Ruixin has a lot of tutoring lines. Xie Meng worked through her to introduce her. The two became so familiar after one or two visits. In addition to Yu Run, Li Ruixin was a rare second. And Xie Meng approached.

The girl wore a long chiffon dress today, and her waist was slender and beautiful. Many people in the cafe looked here.

"Are you going to go out this afternoon?" Li Ruixin tilted his head. "Students will have an orientation tonight. Would you like to go together?"

Xie Meng shook his head: "I'm not a student union, so I won't go."

Li Ruixin pursed his lips: "It's not like the student council can go, so let's improve our relationship."

Xie Meng glanced at her: "I really don't need it. I've made an appointment tonight and I won't go."

Li Ruixin shrugged his shoulders, not even demanding: "Well ... Are you going out now?"

"Well." Xie Meng looked down at the phone time: "I'm leaving?"

Li Ruixin hurriedly said: "Together, I just happened to go shopping in the clothing city."

Ji Qinyang was wearing headphones, leaning against the door of the People ’s University and waiting for Xie Meng to come out. The summer feeling in September was still strong, and Beijing ’s air was dry. Go pocket.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Li Ruixin beside Xie Meng.

"Are you Xie Meng's friend?" The girl was no stranger and greeted generously: "My name is Li Ruixin. Sure enough, the handsome guy's friends are handsome guys."

"Ji Qinyang." Ji Qinyang held out his hand: "I graduated from a high school with Xie Meng in Central Voice."

"A high school?" Li Ruixin laughed. "So you must know Xie Meng's girlfriend?"

Ji Qinyang looked at Xie Meng, and the boy coughed awkwardly.

Li Ruixin continued to tear down his student's stage: "Now the hospital almost knew he had a wonderful girlfriend. For his girlfriend, Xie Meng also went to teach ..."

"Sister Xue." Xie Meng interrupted her helplessly: "He doesn't know yet."

"So I asked your friend to tell her." Li Ruixin took it for granted: "You are the male **** in our hospital, you have to make your girlfriend feel a little crisis."

Xie Meng: "..."

Ji Qinyang smiled unpredictably: "I feel the same way, Xie Meng in our family wants someone to take good pains."

"Yeah, yeah." Li Ruixin agreed. She suddenly felt that what the other party said was strange, but she was quickly ignored.

"Besides tutoring these." Ji Qinyang asked again, "What else did Xie Meng do?"

Xie Meng rushed to answer before Li Ruixin: "Nothing."

"Did I ask you?" Ji Qinyang warned lazily: "Sister Xue, you said."

Only then did Li Ruixin find that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and she was a little embarrassed: "It really seems to be gone."

Ji Qinyang said "um": "Did you say Xie Meng was the male **** in the hospital?"

Li Ruixin proudly said, "This is by no means an exaggeration."

Ji Qinyang: "A lot of people chase him?"

"This is not ..." Li Ruixin sighed. "The flower of Kao Ling is beyond sight, but ... there must be many people who want to be a spare tire."

Xie Meng: "..."

Ji Qinyang didn't say anything. He reached out and put it behind Xie Meng's neck, and squeezed it slightly.

Xie Meng only felt that the hair on the entire back was erected, and Ji Qinyang's palm was hot, and the heat seemed to melt the spine across the skin.

"I want to ask my sister to learn." Ji Qinyang said with a smile to Li Ruixin: "Help me look at Xie Meng. What he is going to do or what is happening around him, first tell me.

Xie Meng: "..."

Ji Qinyang looked down at him, adding meaningfully: "Lest his girlfriend be jealous."

When he was taken to Zhongguancun, Xie Meng hadn't responded yet. Ji Qinyang was familiar with the road and went to the hotel.

"Here it is." The boy stood in front of a small wooden door. Xie Meng looked up and saw a plaque on which Xiaohanglitang was written.

"... how do you know this place?" Xie Meng followed Ji Qinyang, and he saw that there was a copper pot at each table, and it didn't seem to be white water.

"Popular comment network." Ji Qinyang greeted the waiter to order, and he hooked the copper pot and poured a cup of Xie Meng: "Taste it."

Xie Menghu took a sip with suspicion and was a little surprised: "Pear soup?"

Ji Qinyang laughed: "I knew you would like it."

He ordered cheese fish, pear ball puff pastry shrimps, fried chicken and bone soup with rice, and waited for Xie Meng and poured a small drop of pear soup.

"Drink more," Ji Qinyang advised. "Beijing is dry, and Lishui is soothing."

Xie Meng pointed to the glass in front of him: "It's as if you don't have a throat."

Ji Qinyang smiled at him, holding his head.

The two drank the pear soup for a while, and then the dishes came up one after another. The food in Beijing was not sweet and glutinous like Suzhou, but it was very suitable for Xie Meng. I didn't know if there was rice on my mouth, or Ji Qinyang finally could not help but reached out his hand, twisted his fingertips over the rice grains, and ate into his mouth naturally.

"There is a lot to eat." Ji Qinyang squeezed Xie Meng's face: "Why not get fat?"

Xie Meng: "You've lost 5 pounds, but you've lost weight, but you're not tanned."

"Didn't you?" Ji Qinyang raised his arm and looked at it. "It should be dark."

Xie Meng just smiled and rubbed his hair.

A pot of pear soup drank quickly, Ji Qinyang called another pot, and after drinking, Xie Meng and two drank slowly. The topic finally came to the tutor.

"You don't need to rush to work so early." Ji Qinyang held his arm calmly and said, "The living expenses are totally enough. We have all used our money together. What are you afraid of?"

Xie Meng drank the pear soup and explained, "I'm just in case, I checked your school ... I also studied music. If you want to add some equipment in the future, it is not a small sum. It's always good to save. "

Ji Qinyang frowned and did not speak.

Xie Meng glanced at him and continued: "Again ... don't you want to rent out?"

For a moment, the boy's expression became complicated and surprised. Ji Qinyang looked at Xie Meng, he touched his forehead, and was a little overwhelmed.

"You ..." Ji Qinyang didn't know what to say. He struck Xie Meng's shoulders hard and pressed people tightly in his arms.

Xie Meng didn't struggle. He looped around Ji Qinyang's waist, and bowed his head in the other's neck.

"There will always be money." Ji Qinyang kissed Xie Meng's earlobe and whispered, "We will live together next semester."

On Saturday night's Nanluoguxiang trip, Zhang Gang and Han Dong were added, so the team suddenly expanded to six people. Guo Linan also temporarily decided to follow, and greeted them with Xie Meng, and immediately got in touch.

Mao's door was made in a style similar to rust, decadent and individual. Several people stamped the seal at the door, and found that it could hold hundreds of people.

"Tonight seems to be Qian Mo's special event." Guo Linan checked the song list: "They seem to be priced at the most expensive 300, Niubi, this game can make a lot of money."

Zhai Lin rolled his eyes and muttered, "Envy."

Zhang Lengban held his SLR, and everywhere he was patting the beat, Ji Qinyang greeted Han Dong and said, "Hi."

Han Dong nodded expressionlessly: "Hello."

"How's it going?" Ji Qinyang handed him a can of beer and suddenly said, "You don't plan to let Rourou meet him yet?"

Han Dong glanced at him and said nothing.

Ji Qinyang said indifferently: "It is not stupid to use the bar. You can be a smart person when you lie, and you should be a smart person. You should know how to do it.

Han Dong took a sip of wine and calmly said, "Not everyone can be as lucky as you."

Ji Qinyang narrowed his eyes.

"But." A smile appeared on Han Dong's face. "Thank you."

Qian Mo's band has only four people. Qian Mo is the lead singer. The original type is changeable. There are many jazz rock folk songs. Guo Linan heard half of his emotions and said, "No wonder this kid can be red, and his strength is good."

Xie Meng looked at Ji Qinyang, and the other side just looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

Xie Meng: "Is he great?"

"It's not bad," Ji Qinyang whispered in his ear. "But I'm still a little different from your husband."

Xie Meng shook his head in tears, Ji Qinyang put an arm on his shoulder, and the outsider looked like a good brother.

As usual, the last one should be An Kequ at the curtain call. Qian Mo signaled everyone to be quiet. He took a guitar and sat on the high stool, and adjusted the height of the wheat.

"I wrote a song recently." He put his microphone together, his voice was not high. "I want to give it to myself and my new friends."

Qian Mo's gaze swept down the stage, Ji Qinyang was lowering his head to speak to Xie Meng, but did not see it.

Qian Mo closed his eyes when the intro sounded.

"What's wrong with me, why do you say I made a mistake, you're not me, you're not me." Qian Mo was born with a smoky voice, and was very emotional when singing a slow song: "Love is love, who is love Who makes any difference. "

The guitar sound was slow and melodious, Qian Mo's lips were almost against the microphone: "I love the same people as me, the same body, the same soul, we just love, can't we?"

Guo Linan lowered his voice and tangled, "This word is a bit ambiguous ... wouldn't it?"

"Shh!" Zhai Lin made a gesture and motioned to Guo Linan to shut up. The bar on the side was listening and Han Dong looked sideways at him.

"The world uses the so-called misguided generalization. Salvation is a scarred excuse. What is right or wrong? Aiming is not right or wrong." Qian Mo sang the chorus part without using the common high notes. Gently sing: "I just want to want a rainy day to be able to hold an umbrella with you, I just want to want a bright sun and can walk with you."

Someone was whistling underneath, and even a girl was crying with the name of Qian Mo with tears.

The people on the stage sang the last string of melody and sang softly, almost like nothing: "I just want to, I want to hold hands, and I can go a long, long way with you."