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Although the purpose was to welcome Tang Jing back, but because the parties were too lazy to clean up later, the meeting place was set at Jin Qin's apartment.Tang Jing has a very good relationship with Jin Qin's wife. As soon as the two women met, they held hands and ran to the balcony to bite their ears.

Chang Mingluo huddled in the corner of the sofa and was sleepy, with his head tilted on the backrest. After clicking twice, there was no movement.

Feng Zhen sat next to him, carefully placed a pillow under his head while peeling and eating oranges.

Perhaps because of the relationship between the two ladies, Jin Qin prepared pink champagne for them. When Dom Perignon poured it into the glass in his hand, a string of bubbles came out. Feng Zhen took a sip, and it was still the familiar smell of RMB.

Feng Zhen sat quietly for about an hour, he only moved one of the small cakes in front of him, and the old records were slowly spinning in the record player.After struggling for a long time, he couldn't help but wake up Chang Mingluo gently, "Is this party of yours the kind of buffet party where you only pay attention to character and exchange feelings?"

"Hungry?" Chang Mingluo yawned, looked at the balcony, then rolled up his sleeves and squinted at his watch, "Since my sister-in-law didn't cook, she's probably still waiting for someone."

"Look," Feng Zhen saw him stretching, and smiled slowly amidst the ringing of the doorbell, "Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here."

Chang Mingluo was half right. From his expression, it could be seen that the person who entered the door was different from what he expected.The gentle man looks less than 40 years old, dressed like those ordinary white-collar workers who have just finished overtime work, the skin is the kind of white that hides in the house all the year round, but the eyebrows are black and white, and the appearance is ordinary, overall It gives people an inexplicable sense of affinity.

"Why are you the only one?" Chang Mingluo lay on the back of the sofa, watching him raise his eyebrows dissatisfied, "Where's Zhu Mo?"

Lan Kun took a square cardboard box about [-] centimeters wide and placed it in front of Chang Mingluo, "He parked in the garage and asked me to bring this up first."

Chang Mingluo held it up with some disgust, "Is it Paris Baguette's chiffon cake?"

"No, Zhu Mo spent an hour to bake it by himself before he came." Lan Kun unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on a diagonal corner, his eyes teasing as if looking at a young child, "Do you want to eat?"

This is the first time that Feng Zhen has seen Chang Mingluo's vivid expression in his life. Chang Mingluo protected his cake and quickly moved away from his two figures, staring at him like a furry cat, " mine!"

Tang Jing and Jin Qin were both pursing their lips and laughing at his childishness without malice.Feng Zhen rested his chin and watched, seeing that Chang Mingluo showed another look in front of his close people, and helped him keep an eye on the door by the way.

The second person who entered the door was tall. He blocked half of the overhead light source as soon as he entered the door. He had a strong sense of presence. He had a good figure wrapped under his short sleeves, and three silver ear studs gleamed.

Feng Zhen thought, so he is Zhu Mo.

The core of a well-known well-known band, the bamboo horse brother of Chang Mingluo, the president of Youchang, and the chef who everyone is looking forward to tonight, have various identities, and finally merged into one person.

Feng Zhen lay on the railing of the balcony and looked at the endlessly flowing Denghaiche River outside, thinking slowly by himself, such an identity is really more suitable to be with him.

"You've been distracted from the very beginning, what are you thinking about?" Lan Kun leisurely lit a cigarette beside him, "Do you mind the smell of tobacco?"

Feng Zhen shook his head, looked at him, and suddenly understood where that inexplicable intimacy came from.

People always divide the same kind for some reasons, Feng Zhen thought, he and he are the same kind of people.

He seemed to have finally grasped something and asked thoughtlessly, "Aren't you afraid?"

Lan Kun smiled, as if he had been waiting for him to ask a question, and finally he did not want to talk. He smoked very slowly, and most of the time he just held it between his fingers to let the smoke float to his face occasionally.He spoke slowly, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid most of the time, after all, I'm not young anymore."

"What about you?" He squinted his eyes and asked Feng Zhen, "What are you afraid of?"

Feng Zhen shook his head slowly.

Except for Chang Mingluo, everyone here can actually ignore Feng Zhen.But even Chang Mingluo is very different from when Feng Zhen first met him.

The Chang Mingluo that Feng Zhen met for the first time was polite and polite, with an elegant and distant aura, like the president who came out of the president's article, like the most distant star.Then the person I met was the opposite of President Chang.

Tang Jing said at the time, "Ming Luo is a good boy, good enough to meet the expectations of most people, but most people can't make him have expectations."

The first ones were not pornographic, not fake, although they were not used to protect oneself from the group, they were still used as personas, a part of Chang Mingluo's life.

Feng Zhen huddled in the closet and thought, what part of me gave you unexpected expectations?

Is that little expectation enough to make you really like me?

"Probably, it's like a child throwing a temper tantrum." Feng Zhen smiled embarrassedly, "At first I thought it was because I was too envious of the world of adults, and I felt the gap between myself and real adults, so I was very interested in seeing I am delighted to see that he is incompatible with common sense, otherwise I will keep thinking that you will not be able to get along with me like this, and that you have left me behind. In fact, these gaps already exist, but I have been ignoring them all the time ...But I actually really like him, his shortcomings are considered plus points in my eyes, those glamorous parts of successful people in society make me feel strange and... I don't really want to be with him Chang Mingluo like that is close."

"Children..." Lan Kun squinted his eyes and snuffed out his half-puffed cigarette during Feng Zhen's incoherent mental journey, and chuckled softly, not knowing who he was addressing, "You know, in fact, 'Little The definition of "children" is very broad, because most of the time it is just those who think they are mature and self-righteously give ratings to people around them. I have done this before, and I don't know if it is possible to do it again, so listen to some words It's good, you know?"

He folded his arms and looked at the sky, where there were scattered stars shining faintly alone. "People are different. There is no perfect match in this world. The so-called soul mate is more of an ideal state of interpersonal relationships. Don't be too depressed if you don't meet this standard. You only like each other's parts There is nothing abnormal about the place, even if you only like his shortcomings... Although I don't understand it very well, there is nothing abnormal."

Lan Kun smiled at the people who came towards them, then turned around and said to Feng Zhen, with a bit of seriousness hidden in his relaxed tone, "There is nothing wrong with liking people, the only thing wrong is the way of liking someone, And you haven’t taken this step well yet.”

Before Feng Zhen could fully understand the meaning of these words, he saw that Lan Kun had already walked towards Zhu Mo.

He habitually raised his head, folded his arms and smiled at Zhu Mo, "What did Chang Mingluo tell you just now?"

Zhu Mo didn't want to hide anything from Lan Kun, he asked what he said, "Luo Luo asked me to teach him how to cook."

"Really? I've been waiting for this sentence for ten years."

Feng Zhen accidentally heard this conversation, and felt a little nervous.

Zhu Mo didn't see him on the balcony, so he continued to Lan Kun, "I told him to watch the video next time, and then try it out."

Lan Kun laughed, "Are you fooling him that he is gifted and can learn without a teacher?"

Zhu Mo blinked, and replied sincerely, "He is."

Feng Zhen leaned on the railing and felt sore, thinking, anyway, I won't blow mindlessly at Chang Mingluo.