Mr. Chinese

The entrance of this private restaurant looks dilapidated, but when you walk in, there is something special about it. The decoration inside is exquisite, the vegetation is lush, and there is a pond of koi, which is quite elegantly arranged.

As soon as He Xilang entered the door, the waiter recognized him, and took him to the old place with familiarity.

After sitting down, He Xilang suddenly remembered something: "By the way, last time Huang Ke recommended a publishing house to me, saying that he wanted to publish the novel I serialized on the Internet."

Huang Ke is an undergraduate classmate of He Xilang and Su Yuan. After graduation, he and Su Yuan went to the media industry. Su Yuan worked for two and a half years and became a monk and began to write poetry. Huang Ke sensed a business opportunity and started his own business. Now in Work in the vertical financial field.

Another publisher!Su Yuan was lost when he heard this, and couldn't help telling: "Be careful yourself."

He Xilang was confused: "Be careful of what?"

It's hard for Su Yuan to explain clearly, but he hesitated: "It's just... the issue of publishing, and there are many bad people."

"Am I still afraid of bad guys?" He Xilang sneered, "You know, the bad guys who bump into my hands don't end well."

"Stop acting, there's no audience for you here." Su Yuan poured cold water on him, so he wouldn't accept this.

He Xilang was very disappointed with this friend: "I'm serious, why do you think I'm acting."

"Don't you remember the last time you caught a pickpocket and got stabbed?"

He Xilang: "..."

"The last time you helped the elderly, you forgot about the 2 yuan extortion?"

He Xilang: "..."

"And the student days..."

He Xilang called to stop again and again, shouting that he was wrong.If Su Yuan continues to say this, his heroic deeds of being glamorous, courageous, and fighting the bad guys will be uncovered, and in the end it will be discovered that he is thankless.

Su Yuan sighed: "I don't want to say anything about you, I just don't want you to suffer outside..."

"Yes, yes, you are right." He Xilang nodded quickly, and said dog-leggedly, "If my matter is completed, I will share the manuscript fee with you."

Su Yuan shook his head: "That's your work, how dare I ask for your payment."

"It's not that you don't know, I just wrote it nonsense, it's all rubbish." He Xilang didn't care. Compared with Su Yuan, he has never had much talent, not to mention, those tens of thousands of dollars are not worth it to him. It's not very useful, he added, "Just treat it as a loan from you, and pay me back when you have money in the future."

Su Yuan took a sip of tea and remained silent.The two hundred and five who were desperately rushing to lend their own money out, probably not many except He Xilang.

He Xilang raised his head abruptly, in disbelief: "You scolded me for two hundred and five?"

"What?" Su Yuan was stunned, "How do you know?"

"When I'm deaf, why didn't I know after you said it!" He Xilang was furious, pulled the waiter beside him, and asked, "Did you hear that, did he just say that I am two hundred and five?"

"This..." The waiter looked puzzled, which made him how to answer.

He Xilang said angrily, "It's fine if you don't want my money, but you still scold me for two hundred and fifty!"

Su Yuan repeatedly apologized: "Don't, don't, it's my fault, I shouldn't have said it."

He Xilang focused on Fei Changzhun, and frowned: "What do you mean you shouldn't say it? You can't even think about it."

"My fault, my fault," Su Yuan could not wait to kneel down, "give it all to me, and give me all the royalties you don't like!"

"Give it all to you? It's a good idea, I'll give you half at most." He Xilang was upset, and added, "By the way, let me invite you tonight."

Su Yuan: "..."

So is this the ultimate goal?No wonder he chose this place for dinner. Su Yuan was still very apprehensive when he first came in. Let alone the fee for one poem, this place can eat up the fee for 10 of his poems.I was still slandering in my heart. Other Sichuan restaurants are all roadside stalls, but this one is going to take the high-end route.

He Xilang's method was too lame, Su Yuan couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Isn't it naive, how old is he, and still doing this?"

He Xilang refused to accept: "I am born in the 90s, I am the sun at □□ o'clock, I am the future and hope of the motherland!"

“你怎么会是90后！你哪里配叫90后！”苏元嗤笑，“90年出生的人也配叫90后？你最多只是个90，而不是90后……”

He Xilang was at a loss for words for a while, it seemed quite reasonable just from the meaning of the words.

但想来想去总觉得有哪里不对劲，鹤西朗掏出手机，偷偷摸摸查了一下90后的学术定义，“90后是指1990年1月1日至1999年12月31日出生的一代中国公民。”

He Xilang pointed the phone screen at Su Yuan, with a proud expression on his face: "Who just said that people born in 90 are not born after 90?"

Su Yuan looked contemptuous: "Do you also believe in Baidu Encyclopedia?"

He Xilang was surprised: "You don't believe it?"

Su Yuan shook his head: "Half and half, the main reason is that everyone can edit this thing, and some documents have no source."

He Xilang lowered his voice: "Did you discover some black material about Baidu when you were a financial reporter?"

"Nope," Su Yuan looked at the mentally retarded expression, "Wouldn't Baidu get rid of all the scandals? Reporters still need to find out?"

He Xilang: "..."

In order to make a comeback, He Xilang brought up the topic just now: "You haven't told me why people born in 90 are not born in the 90s."

"It's very simple," Su Yuan said to himself, "In terms of word formation, the word 'post-90s' is an acronym, and the complete expression is 'the generation born after 1990', so here comes the problem! It is said that after 1990, can you people born in 1990 still be called post-90s? No, of course not.”

He Xilang asked cooperatively: "Then what should we be called?"

Su Yuan was serious: "It should be called a group of people who survived in the cracks of the times."

"Ah? So that's the case?" The waiter at the side was stunned when he heard this, thinking that he had opened up a new world.

"If you keep talking nonsense, the children will believe it is true." Su Yuan talked nonsense, and He Xilang couldn't stand it anymore, "If you have to follow your explanation, then '90' refers to January 1990, 1 at 1:1 At the time of minute and second, people born after that are called 'post-1s'."

This time, Su Yuan was speechless, and it was really impossible to refute.

The waiter on the side pulled his head together, as if he couldn't believe it. He had just understood a point of knowledge and it was proven wrong.In fact, he thinks it makes sense, post-90s, how can people born in 90s be called post-90s?

When the two were talking dry, the food was finally served.He Xilang's chattering mouth was temporarily idle, and when he was half full, he couldn't help but ask again: "Do you have any work recently? Do you want me to show it to the editor?"

He Xilang is a teacher, and he has published some books himself, and his approach is much wider than that of Su Yuan.

Speaking of this, Su Yuan finally became interested.He said excitedly: "I've written some, I've been inspired recently, and the collection of poems will probably be completed by the end of the year."

Others have never read Su Yuan's poems, but He Xilang knows that there is an unconcealable spirit beating between the lines of Su Yuan's poems.But Su Yuan has been trapped by something, vaguely looking for something, but has been unable to break through.So that it has been going up and down all these years.

He Xilang responded immediately, saying that when the collection of poems came out, he must be the first to show it to him.Su Yuan was not polite. After all, apart from He Xilang, few people in this world were willing to read his poems.

The two talked about some trivial things in life, and there was nothing to talk about. It was all repetitive work, day after day, neither salty nor dull, and it was no different from most people in this world.

He was full of food and wine, and was about to go back home when He Xilang suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with Su Yuan's eyes.Looking up, I saw two men arm in arm coming from the corridor, a tall man wearing sunglasses, dressed in black, and handsome with a bit of evil spirit.The other had dyed chestnut hair and a baby face.

He Xilang smelled a very strong smell of gossip, and couldn't help asking: "Do you know each other?"

Su Yuan shook his head: "I don't know... I misread it."

As soon as Su Yuan finished speaking, the man in the sunglasses looked over. Su Yuan was startled, his mood twisted and turned a thousand times, and he was so entangled that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks for a while.

He Xilang looked and looked, and suddenly found that the tall man looked familiar.When the other party took off his sunglasses, He Xilang had a headache. Isn't this Ji Changhua, the third eldest of the Ji family? .

He Xilang thought to himself, Su Yuan should not have anything to do with him, or he would be eaten to the bone.He pretended not to see it, but Ji Changhua walked straight over here.

"Young Master He is here?" Ji Changhua didn't look at Su Yuan as an old friend, but greeted He Xilang first.

The baby face next to Ji Changhua is a sensible person, he knows that the identity of the gold master is not simple, and it must be not easy for the gold master to call him "He Shao" with such a respectful attitude, so he also called it sweetly One sound.

"Young Master He?" He Xilang raised his eyebrows. He was already high-spirited, and he didn't even look good towards people he didn't know. "Do you know who I am? If you don't know anyone, just yell."

Babyface stuck out his tongue, looking a little scared, Ji Changhua scolded Babyface, but his attitude was not bad.He knew He Xilang's temperament, he was born in B city, but he didn't mix in circles or get together, he didn't like beautiful women or sports cars, he was always deserted, he didn't look like them at all.

Ji Changhua also came over to brush his face, and then left with a baby face.When walking past Su Yuan, he didn't even blink his eyes, which perfectly explained what it means to be ruthless when pulling a dick.

After this communication, it was Su Yuan's turn to be surprised, he opened his mouth: "Do you know each other?"

He Xilang nodded: "We know each other, but we don't know each other very well. We only met a few times at parties."

Su Yuan let out an "oh", and then remembered He Xilang's glittering golden background.The main reason is that He Xilang is too approachable in front of him, so it is easy for him to ignore it. In the eyes of the world, they are actually people from two worlds.

Su Yuan turned his head to look at Ji Changhua again, and saw Ji Changhua sitting carelessly on the sofa, the baby face on the opposite side was flushed, looking so attractive and delicious, Su Yuan felt inexplicably uncomfortable.Just at this moment, Ji Changhua noticed his gaze and licked the corner of his mouth at him.Su Yuan was taken aback, and urged He Xilang to leave quickly.

He Xilang understood it, and said suddenly: "That kid Ji Changhua is the one who made you reach the Dionysian realm?"

Su Yuan's face turned red and white, and he managed to hold back a sentence, "How do you know?"

"I can see from your expression." He Xilang felt a little headache. Su Yuan was not good with anyone, but he met Ji Changhua. His mother-in-law said, "I don't know him very well, but I heard that he can play well." It's crazy, if you associate with him, be careful not to be messed up too badly."

"How do you know that I was fucked by him!" Su Yuan was not convinced, "Looking at his pretty face, no matter how you look at it, he was fucked by me."

He Xilang was a little surprised: "Are you judging who's messing with whom based on their appearance?"

"Isn't it?" Su Yuan took it for granted, "It must be the low-looking ones who have the high-looking ones!"

He Xilang: "..."

It makes sense when you think about it carefully.

After a while, Su Yuan received a short message from Ji Changhua, the content was extremely concise, "Come find me tonight."

Su Yuan held the phone, and replied "Yes" half a minute later.

In fact, it's really hard to say who did it. The first time they did it, Su Yuan's hands were tied up. The second time they did it, their eyes were blindfolded. The third time they did it, they got spanked... …Ji Changhua has a bit of sadistic tendency, which makes him feel very painful every time, but what is even more frightening is that he is looking forward to this kind of slightly rough sex.

Su Yuan stared at the text message for a long time, and finally cursed, he was willing to send guns for thousands of miles, and it was more likely that Ji Changhua would mess with him.