walking slowly

Everyone accepted Xia Ye's suggestion and got busy again. Jing Xi couldn't help but sigh that he was born in a five-star hotel, and he can play so many tricks with just a dumpling.

Half an hour later, the small bench of the cart is in place, and the new fish soup dumplings are available!

Most people took a fresh look, and the sales really went up all of a sudden. Those who couldn’t get on the carts went into the store for consumption, and the dumplings were still popular as snacks.

But it didn't take long for problems to arise again.

Tian Biao and others were so poor at making dumplings that the customers didn't even have the desire to eat them when they saw the horrific dumplings in the bowl.

When Mi Xin entered the shop, they were worrying.

She was holding a glass of what looked like a drink, and Jing Xi leaned over to look at the dark red liquid inside: "This is... Malatang soup?"

"Good eyesight! Here's orange juice."

"..."

Hearing that the unsightly dumplings in their store were unsalable, and the good-looking dumplings were not hand-made, Mi Xin was silent for a while and said, "How can there be something that your class can't sell?"

She shook the orange juice in her hand: "Do you know what class this is?"

Jing Xi shook her head.

"Class ten, their class is the top player in the drama club... Bah, the drama club is the leader," Mi Xin said, "You should have met, the young master of xx heavy industry."

Jing Xi thought for a while, then choked and said, "Is he a classmate like that?"

The appearance is also hovering around seven points.

"Do you think they are all the same as your class, and they are on duty? Not every class has weekly travel."

"So what?"

Mi Xin gave her a blank stare: "Why do you think I bought this cup of stuff? If you buy their class juice, you can get the earthy love words of class grass. I can't control it for a while because it's full of sweet words." Live...impulsive consumption."

"..."

"I've been looking all the way, what else can you buy a bowl of roasted cold noodles to get a hand kiss, buy a tea egg and get a signature smile, as long as you look good enough, people will come to step on the threshold."

"Amazing..." Jing Xi increased her knowledge, "So the color of color and fragrance is hue?"

Mi Xin gave her a thumbs up: "A child can be taught."

As soon as Jing Xi mentioned the proposal, Zhou Xing almost shot her through with his eyes: "You let me stand on the street?!"

"...Did I mean that? I'll let you pick up customers!"

"Isn't it a meaning?"

Zhou Xing looked like he wanted to eat people, and Jing Xi flinched towards Gu Mo: "Teacher, what do you think?"

Gu Mo thinks it is feasible, and publicity is as important as appearance.

"He doesn't want to, I'll go."

Is this worth it?Zhou Xing jumped up and said, "I'll go!"

If he could, he wished he could cover Gu Mo tightly and let him wear a mask and sunglasses when he went out. How could he be allowed to show his face in this kind of place just to sell dumplings?

So 5 minutes later, this year's autumn food festival ushered in the most sensational moment.

Passerby A: "Why is that piece crowded like that?"

Insider: "You don't know? That's the stall of Class [-] of School A, where Zhou Xing sells dumplings!"

Passerby A: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Make room for my old lady!"

Passerby B: "Sister, why are you running?"

Passerby A: "Sister! I heard that Zhou Xing is selling dumplings! Why don't you go see them?!"

Passerby B: "Ahhhhhh! Take me with you!"

……

A topic related to Zhou Xing always spread quickly.

After passing the word, everyone arrived at the booth of the second class and took a look, oh, the school bully Zhou Xing was standing on the left hand of the small cart, and the school grass Xia Ye was standing on the right hand, what a scene!

This trip is not only worth it, but even profitable!Double the handsomeness, double the fun!

Soon the booth formed two distinct factions.

Zhou Xing's row was silent, and the fans only dared to blink and cast admiring glances at him.

Xia Ye cheered, and the seniors took the opportunity to confess and call.

Jing Xi said, like a mandarin duck pot.

After tossing until six o'clock, the sales volume basically ranked among the top three, and other students from the second class came to change shifts with them.

Xu Ziming and Hu Xiaoju yelled that they were exhausted, so Zhou Xing simply gave them the room card of 514 to let them rest.

He followed Gu Mo back to 511 to take a shower and change clothes.

Gu Mo's eyes lit up when he got out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Zhou Xing changed into a retro suit in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The clothes were cut just right, embellishing his perfect figure.

He usually doesn't dress up very much, what is he doing this big night?

Gu Mo brushed his hair calmly while looking at him quietly.

"Do you like watching fireworks?" Zhou Xing asked through his reflection in the mirror with his back turned to him.

"generally."

"There will be a fireworks show tonight," he added softly after a pause, "It's very grand."

Gu Mo felt that there was something in his words, so he hummed.

Zhou Xing turned around: "I know a good place to watch the fireworks."

He looked at Gu Mo expectantly, and Gu Mo suddenly thought of the handsome little wolf dog in his dream, which looked exactly like the one in front of him.

He smiled: "You take me there?"

Zhou Xing buttoned the last button with satisfaction: "Of course."

The singing program organized by the Ministry of Literature and Art is actually a preparatory screening for the art performance of the year before. If a performance with outstanding strength is discovered here, the workload of preparations for the next month can be reduced.

Schools are usually willing to spend money on this kind of activities. LED screens, audio, lighting, stage art...everything is a luxury visible to the naked eye.

Gu Mo was taken to the front row seat, very close to the stage.

Staff members and student union members came and went, with the noisy crowd behind him, he suddenly felt a little tired.

After [-] o'clock, just like ordinary performances, the opening, the host, the show... everything went according to the process, and there was nothing new.

If there is any difference, it is probably because this performance has a sense of selection.

He changed his mind, why did he have to sit from the beginning to the end if he was not a judge?

He listened to the three songs patiently, and raised his body when the host, Ba La Ba La, spoke his lines.

I'm really tired after a busy day, not as energetic as these young people, I'd better go back and lie down for a while...

"...The following program is strongly recommended by the Ministry of Literature and Art, by...by..."

The little girl hosting the show suddenly got stuck, her face blushing: "Zhou Xing, a classmate from Class [-], Grade [-], School A, will bring you a piece of "Ruo Wen"!"

……

Gu Mo was glad he didn't stand up just now, otherwise he would have been so shocked that he fell down in front of the stage.

Can Zhou Xing sing?

This kid has a good voice, with a lazy tone, and he likes to speak with a little ending sound, sometimes his ears are soft when he hears it.

Singing with such a voice should be...not bad, right?

No, the point is why does he have a show?He never mentioned it...

After two seconds of silence behind him, deafening cheers broke out, the loudness is definitely no less than that of a celebrity concert.

"Brother Xing!! Brother Xing!!"

The calls were made in unison, and the performance seemed to be over before it even started.

Gu Mo was a little nervous, and stared at the small corner next to the screen, and Zhou Xing came on stage from there in a while.

What will he be like?

Cold?naughty?Still invincible?

He felt a little sweat in his palms, and he couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart, making it look like he was performing on stage.

In anticipation, the gray-haired boy came out of the darkness with a smile on his face.

There was no light on the stage, but when he came, the sky was bright.

The audience was crowded, Zhou Xing took a vain glance and found the person he was looking for.

The man crossed his legs, his back was straight, and no matter when he sat, he was so proud and self-sufficient, like a proud bamboo in the mountains, dyeing his eyes with an indelible color.

Following Zhou Xing's movement of holding the microphone, the audience silenced at the same time as if signaling a signal.

Gu Mo saw that he squinted his eyes, then locked his eyes on himself, and opened and closed his lips slightly.

Speak to him with a slightly invisible mouth shape.

Got you.

His brain was suddenly filled with the words that had no sound at all, and the rest was blank and empty.

The melodious and melodious prelude has already sounded, and the young man deliberately lowered his voice to narrate.

"The first meeting in the small building is a little bit cold and intoxicating

Moshang Ruyuqin Yin Leng This situation is even worse

Who knocked over Fang Yan's fingertips?

The fragrance is dense and traces the heart

……

The strings are broken and my heart will not change

Ruo Wener in the Afterlife

hope you are safe

The young man just looked at him like that, his eyes and voice were as gentle, slowly passing through his heart.

He couldn't escape from his eyes.

At this moment, Gu Mo wanted to withdraw his previous evaluation of him.

Zhou Xing.

You are not different, you are unique.

Mine, unique.

After the song was over, everyone in the audience was shouting that he didn't care, and what happened later gradually became blurred.

He only remembered that he stood up without knowing why, and walked towards a certain light source step by step.

When I got close, I realized, oh, it turned out to be Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing took him up to a small high-rise building, looked down from the narrow platform, and had a panoramic view of the performance venue.

The rusty railing was waist-length, and Gu Mo rested his elbows on it, letting the evening wind blow through his hair.

"Today's candy." Zhou Xing handed him a round one.

"fifteen."

"what?"

"No. 15."

Gu Mo's words brushed against his ears and cheeks like the wind, and Zhou Xing vaguely felt something and couldn't grasp it for a while.

"What was written on today's candy wrapper?" Gu Mo supported his head, his expression was laziness and comfort that he had never seen before.

"Who will know if you don't take it apart?"

"Schrödinger's candy?"

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

Zhou Xing took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "It's almost nine o'clock."

"This is the good place you said?"

"Accurately speaking, it is the best viewing point."

Gu Mo looked down and saw that there was a sea of ​​people in the dark, and the so-called singing and dancing continued on the huge stage.

Leaving the uncomfortable stereo, he finally relaxed.

"Does it sound good?"

Zhou Xing leaned on his arm, his chin slightly raised towards him.

Gu Mo knew that he was asking about the song he sang: "It's nice."

"I sang it for someone, I don't know if he heard it or not."

Gu Mo smiled slightly: "I guess he heard it."

"I think so, he's so smart." Zhou Xing moved up to his ear and kissed him.

Unexpectedly, Gu Mo didn't respond and just lowered his head.

Zhou Xing walked over his shoulders and looked at him quietly. This man's side profile was really attractive, and he couldn't get tired of looking at it no matter what.

"Zhou Xing, what do you mean by liking?"

"Well, I didn't know that before."

These words successfully made Gu Mo raise his head, and he smiled narrowly: "I think about it later..."

"Yesterday is the past, today is the present, and tomorrow is the future. I wanted to kiss you yesterday, today, and tomorrow."

"Regardless of the past, present or future, you are always the one I want to kiss."

"That's what I like."

For a long time, neither of them spoke, and the sound of the wind surrounding them overwhelmed the strange beating heartbeat.

Zhou Xing branded a kiss on his lips.

"Is Teacher Gu satisfied with this answer?"