Idol and I are the hottest in the whole network [Entertainment]

After Yan Si finished speaking, he quietly waited for Xie Zhi's reaction.

For 1 minute, Xie Zhi didn't speak.

After 2 minutes, Xie Zhi still didn't finish speaking.

3 minutes, Xie Zhi still...

Xie Zhi spoke.

Xie Zhi: "...what do you mean... have been interviewed? And... No.1?"

Yan Si: "..."

Yan Si's eyes moved away from the mobile phone, moved to the face of Xie Zhi who was lying on the bed with dazed eyes, looked twice, and sighed.

"It's over." Yan Si said, "My little friend is burning stupid, burning into a little fool."

Xie Zhi asked this question just now because he had slept too long and was a little dazed. He regretted asking it himself. Hearing what Yan Si said, he immediately refuted it.

"To confirm with you." Xie Zhi said, "I'm not a fool."

Yan Si: "Okay, okay, just to confirm, to confirm."

As Yan Si said, he slid down, lay down with Xie Zhi, tilted his head, touching his hair, and held up his phone to show Xie Zhi.

What Yan Si was holding was Xie Zhi's mobile phone, and there was a text message on it, which was an interview notice from Nortel.

"Little fool, did you see clearly?" Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi's eyes and turned to the last line before putting away the phone, "Passed means that the re-examination passed, and we all entered the interview."

"The two of us?" Xie Zhi was still a little slow to react.

"The two of us." Yan Si looked at him and smiled.

Xie Zhi recalled the good news in his heart, looked at the ceiling, and finally showed a smile.

It's all over.

He and Yan Si both passed the retests where the elimination rate was close to [-]:[-] and [-]:[-].

Yan Si caught a glimpse of Xie Zhixiao from the corner of his eye and asked, "Happy?"

Xie Zhi turned his head: "I'm happy."

Yan Si stretched out his hand, and stroked Xie Zhi's hair again: "It's not uncomfortable anymore?"

In fact, it's not hard to wake up.

Xie Zhi nodded and continued to laugh: "Yeah!"

Yan Si put his hand on Xie Zhi's stomach, rubbed it lightly, and then asked, "Does the stomach hurt anymore?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes."

"It's the head." Yan Si said, "I'll drop it."

Yan Si raised his hand on Xie Zhi's belly, passed over Xie Zhi, touched the forehead thermometer from the bedside table, lifted it up, and hung it one centimeter in front of Xie Zhi's forehead.

"Drip" sound, the measured temperature - "36 degrees 1", no burning at all.

Xie Zhi: "How much?"

Yan Si: "36 degrees one."

Xie Zhi smiled: "Look, I said I'm fine."

Yan Si also smiled: "That's right."

Yan Si held the forehead thermometer and sat up, first put the forehead thermometer away, then looked down at Xie Zhi who was still lying down, then patted his arm lightly, and said, "Come on, sit up."

Xie Zhi followed the example of kindness, and immediately sat up from the bed.

Yan Si took the two pillows at the end of the bed and handed them to Xie Zhi: "Put them in the back, lean on them."

Xie Zhi took the pillow and obeyed obediently.

Yan Si watched Xie Zhi put the pillow back and leaned against it, then reached out and pulled the quilt up a little for him to cover his shoulders so as not to catch a cold.

Xie Zhi bent his legs and obediently asked Yan Si to serve him.

Yan Si did all this in silence, then crossed his legs and sat opposite Xie Zhi.

The heavy weight made the silk quilt cover a little wrinkled, a bit like dark clouds before a summer storm.

Yan Si: "Since everything is fine."

Xie Zhi smiled slightly, blinked, and looked at Yan Si.

Yan Si: "Then it's time to start being criticized."

Xie Zhi: "..."

The smile on Xie Zhi's face dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Yan Si stared at the change in his expression, his serious face almost froze.

However, at any rate, his acting skills were able to pass the third test of Nortel, and Star Yan would not be able to hold back even after interrogating Xie Zhi.

With a solemn face, Yan Si asked, "Little Xie Zhi, may I ask you that the stomachache started after I finished the exam?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Yan Si added: "If you lie, the crime will be aggravated."

Xie Zhi could only bite the bullet and shook his head: "No..."

Yan Si: "Okay, then when the stomach hurt at the beginning, there was obviously someone in the car, why didn't you tell Ji Zeyang? Why didn't you go to the doctor?"

Xie Zhi: "Because..."

Yan Si: "You still have a stomach ulcer now, what if you have stomach bleeding? What if you have a stomach perforation? It's all going to kill you."

Yan Si's hand, which was lying flat on the bed sheet just now, suddenly clenched when he talked about this sentence, a small handful of the unlucky bed sheet was grabbed by him, and squeezed into a ball in his hand.

Yan Si had to be afraid.

The emergency room at night is too scary. If you are not careful, you will die.

Yan Si raised his eyes, and looked at Xie Zhi coldly: "Have you ever thought about it, what should I do if something happens to you?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi couldn't refute anything, he could only look at Yan Si and accept the criticism obediently.

Yan Si: "Also, your stomach—have you cherished your body?"

Yan Si: "A college entrance examination can make your stomach like this. With so many challenges and pressures in the future, how many stomachs do you have that you can spoil?"

Xie Zhi lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Yan Si.

Seeing him like this, Yan Si felt uncomfortable—the last paragraph, in fact, he didn’t want to say it to Xie Zhi at first, and he also knew that during the college entrance examination, he couldn’t help himself for a goal, and he couldn’t balance it Good health and studies, scolding Xie Zhi so much...

It's just a little too unfair.

But Yan Si really couldn't suppress his temper.

Yan Si sighed heavily in his heart, let go of the sheet he was holding tightly, and jumped off the bed.

Xie Zhi panicked, and quickly raised his head: "Yan Si—"

Yan Si: "I'll bring you the rice I cooked for you, you should reflect on it."

While Yan Si was speaking, he walked quickly to the door of the bedroom, put his hand on the doorknob, pressed it, pulled the door, and walked out.

Xie Zhi watched the door close in front of him, his heart skipped a beat.

Xie Zhi lifted off the quilt that Yan Si had covered him just now, stepped on the ground barefoot, and was about to go out to chase.

but.

Before Xie Zhi had time to stand up from the bed, the door that was closed just now opened again.

Yan Si stuck his head in, watched Xie Zhi's movements, and frowned: "Don't follow."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Yan Si: "I'll be even angrier when I get down."

Xie Zhi: "...Understood."

After Yan Si said this, he closed the door again.

Xie Zhi heard the footsteps outside the door fading away, and after a while, he sat back to his previous position, helped up the crooked pillow, pulled the quilt up to his chin, sat down first, and then sighed.

Xie Zhi stared blankly at a small group of unexplained wrinkles on the quilt.

It's over.

Yan Si seems to be really angry...

Although, there is one thing to say... Yan Si is still very handsome when he is angry.

"Snapped"

Xie Zhi stretched out both hands, and patted his face lightly—is it time to wonder if Yan Si is handsome? ?

"But he's really handsome...don't let people tell the truth?"

The building in Xie Zhi's heart was already crooked, but for the time being, he still maintained the posture of bowing his head and thinking, and looked at the sheets with a painful expression.

When Yan Si opened the door and came in, what he saw was Xie Zhi who had reflected well.

Yan Si, who was carrying the porridge, softened his heart, put the tray on the bedside table, sat on the edge of Xie Zhi's bed, looked at him, but didn't speak.

Xie Zhi raised his head and looked at Yan Si.

Yan Si: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Xie Zhi: "Yan Si, I won't do it in the future."

Yan Si: "Why not?"

Xie Zhi: "I will respect my body well and not... spoil it."

Yan Si: "Yes."

Xie Zhi observed Yan Si's expression carefully, crawled over the quilt with one hand, and lightly stepped on the back of Yan Si's hand with his fingertips.

Yan Si didn't move, didn't hold onto it, and didn't shake it off.

Xie Zhi asked softly: "Then...are you still angry?"

Yan Si raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Xie Zhi: "What do you think?"

Xie Zhi: "Do I think so?"

Xie Zhi thought for a while, and said seriously and firmly: "I don't feel angry anymore."

Yan Si: "..."

Even if he was angry again just now, Xie Zhi said so, then Yan Si could only "not be angry".

Yan Si turned the back of his hand, and pinched the finger that Xie Zhi stepped on the back of his hand just now into his palm; Xie Zhi's index finger curled up, and scratched Yan Si's palm, Yan Si felt that it was a bit crispy. Itchy, with a slight smile, he looked up at Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi made an inch of progress: "Then... Yan Si who is not angry."

Yan Si: "Huh?"

Xie Zhi: "Hold me."

Yan Si: "..."

What can be done.

The ancestors who were spoiled by themselves all said so.

That can only be hugged.

Yan Si leaned over, pulled Xie Zhi into his arms, hugged him tightly, and when he let go, he tucked him back into the quilt and tucked in the corners of the quilt.

"Okay, it's time to eat."

Yan Si remembered Xie Zhi's habit, first threw the mouthwash to him, then picked up the small bowl, scooped a bowl of porridge from the casserole.After scooping up a bowl of porridge, Yan Si took half a scoop with a spoon, put it on his lips and blew it before handing it to Xie Zhi.

There are only some finely chopped leaves in the clear porridge, but the porridge has been simmered for a long time, and the rice grains have melted, exuding a scent of rice, which is very attractive.

There was half a scoop of tempting rice in front of Xie Zhi, but he didn't open his mouth to eat it, he just raised his head and looked at Yan Si.

"Ancestor." Yan Si asked, "What's wrong?"

"I want you to feed me."

"I'm not feeding..."

Yan Si was halfway through speaking, as if he had tasted something from the word "Hello", he raised his eyes, looked at Xie Zhi with a half-smile.

Yan Si: "What do you mean?"

Xie Zhi: "That's...that kind of hello."

"Which kind?" Yan Si held the spoon steadily, staring at Xie Zhi's dodging eyes, "Say clearly what you want, if you don't know clearly, I don't know what you mean."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Yan Si: "Don't talk? Then eat like this."

Xie Zhi said in a breathless voice, "...feed with your mouth."

Yan Si pretended not to hear: "What?"

Xie Zhi looked up at Yan Si, Yan Si shook the porridge in the spoon and stared at Xie Zhi leisurely.

Finally, Xie Zhi conceded defeat.

Xie Zhi spoke a little louder and said, "Feed with your mouth."

That's more or less.

Yan Si put the spoonful of porridge into his mouth with satisfaction, then leaned over and pressed Xie Zhi's lips.

The delicate porridge was fed from Yan Si's mouth to Xie Zhi's mouth, Xie Zhi drank the porridge obediently, and stretched out another arm to wrap around the back of Yan Si's neck.

Xie Zhi stuck out his tongue and put it into Yan Si's lips, like a kitten licking water, licked the tip of Yan Si's tongue lightly twice, and then passed Yan Si's upper teeth.

Yan Si couldn't help a chuckle.

"Little friend." Yan Si pressed Xie Zhi's shoulder, pushed him lightly, forcibly distanced him from himself, and stared at him, "Are you flirting with me?"

"Yeah." Xie Zhi stared at Yan Si, his eyes were a little shy, but... there was also a sense of invitation.

"So enthusiastic." Yan Si laughed dumbfounded, and threw the spoon into the casserole beside him.

When the spoon fell into the casserole, there was a "boom", like the prelude to the beginning of some story, Xie Zhi stared at Yan Si nervously.

Yan Si leaned over to Xie Zhi again, passed his face, and moved close to his ear.

Xie Zhi tilted his head cooperatively, revealing his fragile red ears in front of Yan Si.

The next moment, hot wind blew to the tips of Xie Zhi's ears, and the magnetic voice of Yan Si rang in Xie Zhi's ears.

"But." Yan Si said, "I have never had the habit of bullying sick children."

"Let's talk about it when it's ready."

After Yan Si finished speaking, he lifted his body back again, leaned close to Xie Zhi's lips, kissed his lips lightly, and kissed away the porridge left just now.

The spoon that was thrown into the casserole just now was picked up again, Yan Si squeezed the spoon, stirred it in the casserole, scooped out a bowl of warm porridge again, and brought it to Xie Zhi.

"Hurry up and eat."

The interview time of Nortel is different every year. This year, by coincidence, the interviews of the Department of Acting and the Faculty of Arts were held in the same afternoon.

In the morning, Yan Si took the stylist of Xie Zhiqian's company to do an overall look, mainly hairstyle and clothing matching, no make-up is allowed or required, both of them are very handsome.

Ji Zeyang drove two people to Nortel for an interview. The teaching building where the two interviewed happened to be opposite, and there was a dead tree in the middle.

There happened to be a bench under the dead tree. Xie Zhi and Yan Si made an appointment, and whoever finishes the interview first would wait here.

After the two made an agreement, they split up to line up their own interview teams.

Although the interview has reached the final level, and the previous exams have attracted a large number of candidates, there are still 272 candidates to be determined in the end, who need to go through the last level of screening.

Candidates waited in line in the cold wind, shivering, and the examiners were so parched that they almost collapsed to the ground.

The 150th candidate was dropped in the interview, and after the teacher sent the candidate off in a dignified manner, the examiners finally ushered in a 10-minute break.

The chief examiner threw the materials of the previous candidate into the pile of unnecessary documents, raised his hand, and took the water from the graduate student.

Examiner: "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank the teacher, be careful of the scalding." The graduate student took the kettle and filled the teachers with water one by one. The teachers took the time to chat and relax.

"Who's next?" the interviewer sitting on the far right asked.

"Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi!" The young female teacher on the far left responded to the interviewer on the far right, with some unconcealable excitement in her tone.

Sitting next to the young female teacher, a middle-aged female teacher heard her excited tone and couldn't help but glance at her out of the corner of the eye, and the two exchanged glances.

The middle-aged female teacher mouthed: "Appearance?"

Young female teacher: "Talent!!"

The two people shook hands tacitly, showing the look of forgetting the year - the age may grow old, but sugar will always be sugar.

The two year-end students who had just handed in the exam were still excited, only to hear that the chief examiner in the middle also found Xie Zhi's information, and said in a somewhat emotional tone: "Xie Zhi?"

"Is it the author of the article on the arc lamp?" asked the examiner.

"Ah, it's him." Next to the main examiner, another middle-aged male teacher suddenly realized, "I like the article in the retest."

"Yes." The examiner said, "The starting point is interesting, and I especially like the last scene."

Middle-aged male teacher: "That's right, the interpretation of fan culture is very good, quite in place."

"The author of the arc lamp." The young male teacher sitting next to him finally thought of something, and interrupted the topic, "Is he also the one who only deducted three points in the first test?"

The chief examiner seemed to have just remembered this, smiled a bit, and folded a corner on Xie Zhi's information with some appreciation.

"Teachers." The graduate student poured a circle of water, looked at his watch, and counted down to the last minute before opening his mouth carefully, reminding the examiners who were sitting sprawled, "There are still 1 seconds left, shall I call the next person?" ?”

"Okay." The examiner picked up the papers on the table and piled them up, "Go and call."

The graduate student opened the door upon hearing this, and the moment he went out, all the examiners recovered from their crooked sitting postures, arranged the things in front of them, put their legs away, and managed their expressions well.

When Xie Zhi opened the door and came in, the examiners looked at the door together, all of them were expressionless and indifferent.

Xie Zhi: "..."

What the hell! ! ! !

The interview strategy I read clearly said that the examiner may be more kind, just chatting, and it’s common for lesbian artists, but now, it looks like this! ! !

It's like chatting, lesbian artist often? ? ?

Scared to death, okay? ? ?

Xie Zhi broke out in cold sweat, but he still pretended to be calm and walked in front of the examiner, bowing slightly to everyone.

All the examiners remained expressionless, even the flat curves of the corners of their mouths were almost the same, staring at Xie Zhi.

"Hello, teachers." Xie Zhi introduced himself calmly according to the designed content, "My name is Xie Zhi, and I am an examinee this year. My favorite writer is Benjamin, and my favorite movie recently is Jia Zhangke. s work."

"Okay, please sit down." The examiner said.

Xie Zhi quickly sat down, and as soon as he sat down, he heard the middle-aged male examiner next to the main examiner ask in a cold voice: "Why do you like Benjamin?"

"Because he can pay attention to the corners that people ignore." Xie Zhi replied, "He focuses on those subtle, even insignificant things."

Xie Zhi: "Modern people like to care too much about the grand, superheroes, superstars, billboards, aircraft carriers, and the universe, but in fact, we live in very small individuals."

Xie Zhi: "To see these tiny individuals, I feel quite remarkable."

"So you like Jia Zhangke because of this?" The middle-aged female examiner continued to ask.

"Yes." Xie Zhi thought for a while and said, "Jia Zhangke and Benjamin have something in common. They both care about people, the lives of ordinary people."

"That is to say, you also want to be a creator who cares about the individual?" The young female examiner in the corner asked.

Xie Zhi: "Yes."

Young female examiner: "But I seem to have seen your declaration in the media, saying that you want to create for Yan Si. He seems to be a superstar?"

After hearing this question, Xie Zhi couldn't help smiling.

"This is not a conflict, examiner." Xie Zhi said, "Stephen King has shown his humanistic care in many works, but his ideal reader is claimed to be his wife."

"The first meaning of my writing for Yan Si is to regard him as my ideal reader."

"First?" The young male examiner on the other side keenly grasped this key word.

"Yes, there is a second." Xie Zhi has completely relaxed here, and talked freely, "Secondly, for me, Yan Si exists as a person, a small enough detail, not as a superstar of."

"So, what about your retest paper?" The examiner finally said, "Isn't the idol in there a superstar? Are you still paying attention to individuals?"

Xie Zhi: "I'm paying attention to individuals. Idols and fans are also human beings. I think the examiners can see that what I'm writing is actually a story about two ordinary people."

Xie Zhi: "They don't have any superpowers, and they are also pushed forward by the torrent of fate, but they themselves also have the superpowers of small people, turning into an arc lamp, shining hopeless love on others."

The examiner looked at Xie Zhi quietly.

Seeing that the examiner didn't stop, Xie Zhi continued to explain: "When Jia Zhangke was 50 years old, he felt that time passed and he could take pictures of old people in mountains and rivers. Because of his life experience, Wang Xiaoshuai could also take pictures of forever, but this is not me. A script that can be created.”

Xie Zhi: "But I am 19 years old, and I have people and things around me. I can write about the love and hatred in the subcultural circle of fans I have come into contact with. Those are still 'details' worthy of attention."

The examiner smiled slightly, and finally asked: "Then tell me about the books you have read. Favorite philosopher?"

Xie Zhi: "Rousseau."

Xie Zhi: "He wrote a confession, encouraging everyone to live bravely. He is an unrealistic romantic. Before I completely go to pessimism, I want to follow his steps and go forward a few years."

"Okay." The examiner laughed again, "Romance is the privilege of young people."

Xie Zhi smiled and looked at the examiner, but did not speak.

Examiner: "Regardless of whether you can join us or not, I hope you can protect your romance as well as your creative heart. Can you do it?"

"Of course." Xie Zhi straightened his back slightly, "Of course, teacher."

When Xie Zhi walked out of the examination room, his mood was completely different from when he entered. Although the chief examiner said so in the end, he felt...

He should have passed.

Xie Zhi trotted all the way downstairs, and just as he ran outside, he was slapped across the face by the sun.

Xie Zhi narrowed his eyes, and after getting used to the sunlight, he raised his head and looked at the dead tree in the courtyard—the broken gold-like sunlight spilled out from the cracks of the dead tree, and between the gaps where the sun passed by, there could be See the tender green buds that have just emerged.

Spring is coming.

Xie Zhi squinted his eyes for a while, then turned his head, Yan Si hadn't come out yet, Xie Zhi's eyes turned around the campus a few times, and finally located a canteen.

There are several kinds of fruits at the entrance of the canteen, which should have the function of serving as a fruit stand.

Xie Zhi walked over to the canteen, and as soon as he approached, the proprietress who was basking in the sun showed a smile: "Little brother, what do you want to eat?"

"Can Alipay be accepted?" Xie Zhi asked.

"Okay." The proprietress subconsciously pulled the plastic bag, "What kind of fruit do you want to eat?"

"Oranges." Xie Zhi took out one from the outermost oranges at the fruit stand and handed it to the proprietress, "Can you cut it open for me?"

The proprietress quickly wiped the orange with a handkerchief, threw it onto the white cutting board, and cut the orange in two.

The proprietress wanted to cut it again, but Xie Zhi shook his hand, stopped him, and only picked up half an orange.

"I'll give you the remaining half." Xie Zhi said as he picked up his phone and showed it to the proprietress, "I've paid for it."

The proprietress was confused, but the money was paid anyway, so she ate the fruit with peace of mind.

Xie Zhi held up half an orange, walked through the sunlight, and walked to the building where he was interviewing, but Yan Si hadn't come out yet.

Xie Zhi held the orange, walked up the slope at the edge of the stairs, and then walked down the stairs.

"Thank you."

Walking up the steps for the third time, Xie Zhi hadn't turned around when he heard someone calling him from behind.

Xie Zhi turned around abruptly, and saw Yan Si walking towards him at the foot of the steps in the sunlight.

Yan Si walked towards Xie Zhi, and the spring breeze blew his scarf into the air.

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si, and when he walked in, he retreated towards the teaching building, stood at the same level as the door, jumped a bit, and sprinted forward in small steps.

"Yan Si!" Xie Zhi quickly ran to the edge of the steps, landed on his right foot, bent his knee, and quickly flew into the air, "Pick me—"

Xie Zhi jumped up, Yan Si opened his arms and looked up at Xie Zhi who flew up.

Xie Zhi jumped against the light, his whole body was shrouded in the light of the sun, the background was a blue sky and white clouds, like a soaring bird, no one could imprison him like that.

But the next moment.

Yan Si's arm was heavy, and the bird was hugged in his arms.

Yan Si hugged Xie Zhi tightly, his eyes flicked on Xie Zhi's face, as if he wanted to say a lot, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Half an orange was handed to Yan Si's mouth.

Xie Zhi smiled, and wiped Yan Si's lips with juice: "Please eat."

"Fuck - literati's love, so romantic!!!"

"Damn, so young!!!"

"Love, it's love woo woo woo woo."

After Yan Si opened his mouth and licked it, there was a sound of screams and the sound of the shutter, and then the two of them realized—yes, they were not calm in any exams, and this time they were obviously followed by the media.

Xie Zhi finally felt a little embarrassed when he heard the shutter sound.

"I can't help myself..." Xie Zhi said softly, "I'm sorry..."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Yan Si took a bite of the orange and signaled Xie Zhi to take it, "You can't help yourself, so you don't have to."

As Yan Si said, he put Xie Zhi down, and then, with his free hand, he directly took Xie Zhi's hand that was not holding an orange into his palm.

Yan Si bent down and bowed to the media who rang the shutter. Xie Zhi was pulled by him, and immediately reacted, and bowed down together with Yan Si.

"Our art exam is over." Yan Si said, "Thank you for your concern, let's go together in the future."

About the matter of walking together on the road ahead...

The media have a unified feeling that this sentence may not be addressed to them.

Several journalists who are familiar with each other checked the manuscripts, and finally understood, and when they published the drafts, they unified the title-"Yan Si Xie Zhi: The road ahead, let's go together."

The comments and reposts of the media news exploded in an instant.

Comments: [Let's go together! ! ! !Oh My God! ! ! !I can't believe that's what they said! ! ! 】

Comments: [Oh my god, my god, on the day the art test ends, I will talk about the road ahead and walk together.Is it cp?Is it my cp? ? ?Yes! ! ! 】

Comments: [My head is blown, it's been so long, why am I still not used to the fact that these two people can show their affection wherever they go? ? 】

Comments: [Holy shit, shit, this time the media also included pictures of hugs? ? ? ?How did the two of them hug each other? ? ? 】

Comments: 【Look at the video of them standing together, it's the kind of hug that Xie Zhi jumped from the steps and Yan Si hugged him! 】

Comments: [Swoop? ? ? ? ?I died, I exploded, I was gone

Comments: [This actually exists in three dimensions. 】

Comment: [Ham, I just asked, is it true that no one eats oranges? 】

Someone immediately replied to this comment: [Can you expand on it? 】

Reply: [Oranges, how do you eat oranges? ?Do you want to eat fruit strictly? 】

Reply: [Let me remind you that it is a stalk in another book by the author who Yan Si tried to recite the work for the first time. 】

Reply:【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

Reply: [In the haiku of Mu Xin's "Qionmeka Caprice Records", there is such a sentence: "It's been a long time since I ran with small steps to meet the happiness of a person. At that time, I held half an orange in my hand, and my face was full of joy. Mediterranean sunshine."]

Reply: 【...Is this the so-called literati romance? ? 】

Reply: [What the hell, who would have thought of that? ? ? ? 】

Reply: 【Absolutely ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! 】

Reply: [Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine, combined with that video, Xie Zhi is really sunny! ! ! 】

"... At that time, I held half an orange in my hand, and my face was full of Mediterranean sunshine." Yan Si read this sentence to Xie Zhi while holding his mobile phone. After reading, he felt the smell of oranges from the bedside table water-based mouthwash.

Yan Si squeezed a transparent water-based mouthwash, put it next to Xie Zhi's nose, and smiled: "Orange, does it taste like this?"

"Yan Si, don't—"

what do you mean?In short, the orange-flavored liquid was fed to the place where it should be fed, and the excessive stimulation made Xie Zhi jump.

Xie Zhi's words were snuffed out by Yan Si's movements, he lost his voice at the end of his words, and his whole body trembled slightly.

The wind that has been exposed to the sun for a day blows in through the window, and when it wipes the liquid, it smells of oranges, and it rolls all over the room, and it is full of oranges.

The author has something to say: Look, I've been criticized. [rubbing hands excitedly]