hey your coffin lid is flying

"What are you doing? It took so long to open the door." San'er and Zhang Biao waited at the door for a long time before Xiang Yang and Jia Luoye came downstairs.

"...No reason." Xiang Yang replied.

"Okay," San'er didn't notice the slight redness on Xiang Yang's face, "let me go in for a rest, I'm so exhausted."

Xiang Yang glanced at Zhang Biao behind him, "What's wrong with him."

"It's filming," Zhang Biao shook his shoulders, "Last night, he was dragged directly to Fu Jiang's cemetery by his grandfather. It was the first time I saw that scene and that posture...it was too bad."

Xiang Yang has black lines all over his head.

"By the way, Jia Luoye, you didn't go back last night, did you?" San'er looked at Jia Luoye's sleepy look, and asked.

"I didn't go back, I was doing Mr. Duan's homework at Xiang Yang's house." Jia Luoye replied.

"What? Does Mr. Duan assign homework?" San'er couldn't help interjecting, "Why do I remember that there are only five homework for the National Day? I don't remember what Mr. Duan asked for?"

"It was when he sent Xiang Yang and me home last night that he wanted us..." Jia Luoye replied without thinking.

"San'er." Xiang Yang interrupted him suddenly, "Did you complete your entry into the film and television industry in one night?"

San'er blushed suddenly and his neck was thick.

"Suddenly I feel so hot," San'er walked to the refrigerator familiarly after finishing speaking, and took a bottle of Coke for himself, "By the way, Xiang Yang, have you eaten yet?" Topic, "How about going out to eat something, I haven't eaten anything this night, but I'm starving to death."

"Is there a takeaway for hot pot?" Zhang Biao asked.

San'er was stunned for a while: "Yes, it's hot pot takeaway, right?"

"Well," Zhang Biao tugged at his collar, "I didn't sleep last night, my eyes were a little sore, I don't want to move anymore."

"Okay," San'er turned to look at Xiang Yang, "Your home, you decide."

Xiang Yang turned around and glanced at Jia Luoye, "How is it?"

Galoye: "Listen to you."

Xiang Yang turned around with a smile and replied to San'er, "Okay, let's order. "To be honest, not only his eyes are sore, but his legs are sore now, and he doesn't want to go out at all.

"Come on," San'er clicked with his mobile phone, and after choosing for a while, he threw the phone aside and lay back, "Xiang Yang, can I stay at your house at night? I really don't want to go there again...there are more ghosts than people, men and women, Wu Wu Yang Yang."

"Okay." Xiang Yang suddenly felt that the good mood in the morning was gone in an instant.

Several people chatted intermittently for a while.

The hot pot is delivered.

Looking at the random things, Xiang Yang was a little surprised. He had never ordered hot pot takeaway, so he thought it was just dishes and soup, and he needed to cook it himself.

But I didn't expect to be delivered directly... a pot, which contained the cooked base soup, plus various sauces, and what was even more exaggerated was that there was an induction cooker.

"Is this a gift?" Zhang Biao asked.

"Fart," San'er returned while unpacking things, "Someone will come to collect them later."

"That's very convenient." Xiang Yang said.

"Don't be so convenient," San'er looked up at Xiang Yang, "Bring some bowls and chopsticks."

"No tableware?" Zhang Biao was taken aback. Aren't these things must be delivered for takeout, and you need to prepare them yourself.

"I didn't want it." San'er said.

"Why?" Zhang Biao asked.

"Green and environmentally friendly," San'er said, "and give more energy to ants. Okay, stop talking, I'm starving to death."

Xiang Yang smiled, went into the kitchen, took out the bowls and chopsticks, glanced at the table, went in and took a few soup spoons and colanders and handed them to Jia Luoye, and took a few dipping sauces for himself small bowl.

After everything was placed on the table, San'er drenched his saliva and rubbed his hands: "Let's work together, let's eat."

Zhang Biao glanced at him and asked, "Should I be called Li Qi?"

"No need," San'er picked up his hairy belly with chopsticks, and started to mess around, "He went to Gulangyu Island with his mother, and he won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh!" Zhang Biao responded.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Xiang Yang always felt a little sad in his "oh".

People who are extremely hungry eat hot pot and rarely talk.

After all the food was eaten, none of the people had said ten sentences, and the nine sentences they said were still the same:

"Are the meatballs cooked?"

"Is the meat edible?"

"Don't add shiitake mushrooms!"

……

And so on.

A few people put down their chopsticks until all the plates on the table were empty.

Zhang Biao lifted the water glass on the table and took a sip, "Let me clean it up."

"I'll go, good wife and mother!" San'er stared at Zhang Biao with wide eyes, "It's the first time I've seen you take the initiative."

"roll."

After Zhang Biao carried all the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, he yelled out: "Xiang Yang, I don't know how to use your dishwasher, come in and help me."

"Yes, I will take back my good wife and loving mother." San'er choked on Zhang Biao's yell.

……

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Xiang Yang looked at the dishwasher that had started up, with a calm expression, and knew that Zhang Biao called him in for something else.

Zhang Biao opened his mouth and said nothing.

Xiang Yang looked at him, didn't say anything, just turned around and closed the kitchen door.

"Well, Xiang Yang," Zhang Biao gritted his teeth and held back for a while, "I just... wanted to ask you something, you..."

Xiang Yang looked at him quietly, neither interrupting nor urging him.

"Are you homophobic?" Zhang Biao closed his eyes and said it all at once.

"I'm not afraid." Xiang Yang looked calm, there's nothing to be afraid of, I'm considered a fellow, but I've never told anyone, except...

"That's good, that's good." Zhang Biao felt relieved, took a quilt and took a big mouthful of water, and drank it, "It's me, I have a friend, a very good friend, he is a fellow..."

Xiang Yang listened quietly.

"As for him, he and another friend of his have been classmates since elementary school. They were in the same class until they were divided into arts and sciences classes in high school. They were never separated," Zhang Biao said. "They played together, skipped classes together, and went to school together. Black Internet cafe, smoking secretly together, peeing in the open, slowly he has..."

Xiang Yang said: "He fell in love with that classmate."

Zhang Biao didn't shake his head, he was acquiescing, "Last night he sent a message to his classmate to express his love."

"And then." Xiang Yang asked.

"Then..." Zhang Biao took another sip, "then there was no news, that classmate didn't agree or refuse, let alone reply to himself."

"Didn't you call to ask again later?" Xiang Yang didn't intend to make trouble with him, and asked very straightforwardly.

Zhang Biao was startled, raised his head abruptly, then turned dark again, "Do you think I did something wrong?"

"Not really, you are better than me." Xiang Yang cleared his throat, "Then have you thought about calling him again, or asking him in person?"

"I dare not," Zhang Biao shrugged. "To be honest, I still regret my brain twitch last night. I wish I could go back in time and never send that message. At least...at least this is okay Be friends."

After saying this, Xiang Yang and Zhang Biao didn't speak any more.

In the not-so-spacious kitchen, the only sound left is the whine of the dishwasher.

"Yeah, I like Galoye, I like to feed him chocolates, I like to feed him octopus balls, I like to see him at first sight in the morning, and I like the faint scent of raspberries on him... as if I have liked him for a long time... Then if I confess myself, will I lose him... I don't know... But if I don't confess... I really don't know..." Xiang Yang muttered in his heart.

As for Zhang Biao, he naturally didn't expect that his words would have an impact on Xiang Yang's emotional problems. He is still immersed in his emotions.

Last night, if I hadn’t followed San’er to some cemetery, watched Shuigui and the others filming, I wouldn’t have thought about sending any confession text messages, and now I feel like I’m pretending to be a construction team, sledgehammer and small Hammer, my heart hurts like hell.

The two let go of each other, and after a while.

When the dishes were about to be washed, Zhang Biao's cell phone rang suddenly. He frowned and glanced at the caller ID:

"Li Qi"

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Recently, the temperature difference has changed quite a lot. All you cuties must pay attention to your body. Don’t catch a cold and fever like this. In addition, I wish every cutie who reads a book a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~