lucky bag

Ai Qifeng went to the beach music festival by the sea. Amidst the crowds, a crescent moon appeared in the sky, and the sea surface in front of the beach was illuminated silver by the moon and lights.

Loud music, crowds of people walking together, Ai Qifeng found himself a little silly as he followed the crowd nearby.

Finally, we stopped in front of a foreign beer stall.

"Do you want to drink?" A foreign old man with white curly hair asked fluently in Northeast dialect: "Drink tasting event!"

"Here's a bottle." Ai Qifeng found a place to sit down as he walked a little hot. The curly white man opened a bottle of cold beer for him. The white foam in the bottle was bubbling, and he drank it in one gulp, satisfying his thirst.

"The following is the finale song of our music festival, and it is also a new song "Little Duck" that just came out."

The host in the distance had just finished speaking, and Ai Qifeng almost spit out a sip of beer, especially when the melody and lyrics of the song came out, Ai Qifeng suddenly found it funny, what level of music festival is this, it's too funny!

"Quack, quack, quack, I'm a little duck, with a fat body, a flat mouth, feet that stick to the ground, and a wobbly head. I can also dial clear waves. Quack, quack, quack!"

As soon as the song came out, Ai Qifeng had the idea of ​​fleeing the music festival, as if hundreds of ducks were arguing in his ears.

"My head is a little dizzy, what kind of wine is this?" Ai Qifeng asked curiously.

"I can sing this song too!" It seemed to be the voice of Xiaopangpang walking by.

"Next, let's invite an audience member to sing this little duck together. Is there anyone who can sing?" The host asked, and after looking at the following, one person raised his hand: "It's this little brother, hey, he looks so cute. , if this is a little duck, it is also a big fat duck!"

The host's words caused the audience to burst into laughter.

"Big, hello everyone, I will sing the duckling song with everyone."

Ai Qifeng listened with pricked ears, his face flushed slightly, and he smiled drunkenly and said, "This voice is just like Fatty's. He wants to sing the song of ducks, it's like Beijing cramming."

The foreign old man with white hair curls was sitting beside him, holding a bunch of grilled squid bought from the stall next door: "Then your face is like a roast duck now." It tastes so good.

Lucky Bao sang "Little Duck" with the singer on the stage, and there were constant exclamations from the audience. His chubby face was even cuter on the big screen, and he was dancing while singing. Many girls in the audience screamed: " What a cute little chubby!"

In the next scene, Omi, the singer of "Little Duck", took the initiative to exchange phone numbers with Pangpang, and added WeChat: "Little brother, next time I have a concert, can you come with me?" After finishing speaking, he gave a lucky bag to himself album.

"Okay brother, when I learn all the songs in it, I will hold a concert with you!" The lucky bag returned.

"Okay!" The two laughed, as if they were old friends. Omi's assistants all laughed. He was such a cute brother. He invited him to sing a song together, and he actually wanted to hold a concert together and learn to sing all the songs.

After Fufu Bao said goodbye to Omi, he went shopping with Qi Haoran on the beach, and saw Ai Qifeng drunk sitting on the concrete pier of the lifeguard platform by the beach. Where is the beer stall from before?

"Huh, brother? Are you drunk?" The blessing bag squatted in front of Ai Qifeng, sniffing left and right like a puppy.

"What a fat, noisy duck, hehe!" Ai Qifeng's flushed face, the forehead with broken hair was blown by the sea breeze, and it swayed slightly in front of his forehead. When he saw the lucky bag, he even took the initiative to grin, showing his white teeth , put both palms together, and rub the face holding the blessing bag to the left and right in the hand.

"Hehe, hehe!" He pinched the face of Fufubao from left to right, and his red face followed Ai Qifeng's hand from turn to turn.

"Wow, this brother is really good-looking, the elder brother is so handsome, and the younger brother is so cute." Someone passing by sighed.

"Brother Afu, he drank too much, let's take him back!" Qi Haoran said while watching the crowd.

"Okay!" The lucky bag turned around, pulled away Ai Qifeng's claws, and wanted to carry him on his back. Qi Haoran wanted to help, but he was too small to help the two adults.

The lucky bag stood up with difficulty, the back was too difficult, Ai Qifeng was much taller than him, he supported Ai Qifeng's butt, but Ai Qifeng's feet were still on the ground, after thinking for a long time, the lucky bag could only hold Ai Qifeng Qifeng carried it on his shoulders.

Like a butcher carrying a pig.

Poor Ai Qifeng, who was carried on his body like a pig by a lucky bag, was still drunk and bewildered.

"Okay, Haoran, let's go." The blessing bag is still quite strong, and it feels like it's not strenuous and easy to handle.

It's just that the two of them were so funny that many people laughed and took out their phones to take pictures.

The photo of 'Music Festival Drunk Man and Angel Butcher' became popular for a while, and it has been on the Internet for a long time.

Ai Qifeng was wearing denim low-waisted pants, showing his groin and being carried. He didn't see the photo until a few days later. Fortunately, he didn't show his face. He was face down against his fat belly, otherwise it would be a shame. up.

Early the next morning, Ai Qifeng got up, only to find that he was sleeping naked in a room. Outside the house was the sound of dripping rain, and the dark clouds were rippling in the sky, but inside the room, on the warm bed covered Quilt.This moment turned out to be so happy.

But when he sat up, his face turned green, and his whole body was naked. Who took it off?Could it be that he also met a womanizer and lost her body?He drank a bottle of beer and passed out all night. He really couldn't remember anything.

He didn't turn his head to look carefully at the scenery outside the window, which was the same as the tenth floor where he lived before.

"Brother, are you awake, are you going to work today? Hurry up and get up!" The blessing bag came in, and played out the vocabulary that the old lady upstairs learned about her son every day in the elevator, and resolutely acted like a housewife urging her family to get up and go to work The key point is that she is wearing an apron, which is even more eye-catching.

"You come here first." Ai Qifeng said.

Pangpang walked in, holding a big spoon in his hand.

"Why did I come here to sleep yesterday?" Ai Qifeng asked curiously, but he saw Pangpang instead of Yanyu.

"Brother, you were drunk yesterday, I carried you back. You are quite obedient, you didn't vomit in the car, you just vomited when you got home." The lucky bag returned.

Ai Qifeng frowned, not thinking about the meaning of "carrying" at all.

"Then what about my clothes?" Ai Qifeng looked at himself clean and smooth, it could be that Pangpang gave him a bath.

"I washed it in the bathtub with you, you return it, you return it~~!"

"What else?" Ai Qifeng frowned, feeling bad.

Sure enough, Fufu Bao held a spoon in one hand and touched his face with the other: "You said 'baby', today is so tender, hahaha! It feels slippery, take your hands away, brother hasn't played for a long time, I will be with you today Play, oh~!"

"Shut up!" Ai Qifeng said with a dark face, "Sit down, Fatty."

Fufu Bao held a spoon in one hand, and was covering his chest with the other hand to learn how to speak. He said 'oh', and sat down on the edge of the bed with an honest expression.

"Does anyone else know what happened yesterday?" Ai Qifeng asked.

Fufubao shook his head, Ai Qifeng was relieved at first, but Fufubao's last attack made him worried.

"I haven't had time to say yet."

Ai Qifeng's black thread: "Fatty, what happened yesterday is our secret. Do you know what a secret is?"

"I know!" Blessing Bundle nodded earnestly: "Godfather's magazine is his secret, and brother Ju's lace underwear, um, what brother said about engine oil, brother, what is engine oil?"

"Friends?" Ai Qifeng glanced at him, what a mess.

But he is still confident: "Ours is also a secret, and we can't tell others."

"I know, my godfather said that this is a man's secret." The lucky bag raised its head and said.

"Yes!" Ai Qifeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then brother, you should get dressed, your suitcase is in the closet." said the lucky bag.

"Where are my clothes from yesterday?" Ai Qifeng asked.

"Wash, you saw me drooling before you took a shower yesterday, I guess you are hungry, hurry up and eat something!" Fufubao said as he walked.

Ai Qifeng watched him close the door and go out, lowered his head, drooling, my life!

"My porridge is ready!" Fufubao shouted at home. On the other side of the corridor, Qi Haoran didn't close the door of the room for Zhang Guihua's grandparents and grandchildren. They lived on this floor, and Qi Haoran also had his own room. , can also have its own desk, and even the electrical appliances in the house are new.

Ai Qifeng looked at the closed door, got up resignedly, got dressed, brushed his teeth and washed his face in the bathroom.

In the morning, Zhang Guihua was helping out at the hamburger restaurant, and Fufubao, Qi Haoran, and Ai Qifeng were having dinner at home. It was only seven o'clock, and at this time, Ai Qifeng was already ready to squeeze the bus.

This Saturday morning was natural and peaceful, but many things were quietly changing.

Seafood porridge in the morning, prawns, seashells, and even a big crab in it.

Eat so good in the morning?Ai Qifeng curled up his lips, looking at Xiaopangpang who was serving his porridge.

"Brother must not have eaten anything last night, eat it quickly!" Ai Qifeng was taken aback by the words of the blessing bag, which turned out to be for him.

The whole crab was divided into two parts, one part was given to Ai Qifeng, and the other half was given to Qi Haoran who had been sucking his saliva for a long time.

Pickled cucumbers, pagoda dishes, cold bean sprouts, sliced ​​fried dough sticks, and a small dish of fermented bean curd.

It looks refreshing and rich.

"Eat!" Ai Qifeng looked at Pang Pang who was helping him with the fried dough sticks, and it would be a lie to say that he was not moved.

The rich seafood porridge has a golden color due to the tenderness of the crab and shrimp. It tastes delicious and sweet. Ai Qifeng eats the crispy fried dough sticks, and when he bites down, the fried dough sticks are so crispy that they fall into pieces.After taking a sip of seafood porridge and pagoda dishes, Ai Qifeng felt a little sour. How many years has it been since he had such a humane breakfast?

"Is it delicious?" There were only a few porridge mixed with shrimp and seashells in the bowl of the fortune bag, and I gave them all the good ones, blinking and begging for praise.

"Delicious!" Qi Haoran and Ai Qifeng replied together.

"I'll make beef soup pot tonight, and Sichuan cuisine, my brother will go home early for dinner!" Fufu Bao took the initiative to classify Ai Qifeng as the 'home' pie.

It was difficult for Ai Qifeng to say no to him.