Pet hot search [Entertainment circle]

"How could I have someone I like." Wang Ping leaned against the wall, closed his eyes lazily, and spoke carelessly and casually, "Is it all people who like me?"

Hearing what Wang Ping said, Ji Zu couldn't help but take a sip of his wine.

That's right, Brother Wang Ping looks so good-looking, of course it's impossible that no one likes him - and if he remembers correctly, there were many people around Brother Wang Ping back then, and many of them liked him.

Wang Ping's face was reddish, and his eyelashes trembled slightly; it wasn't for any other reason, it was just a guilty conscience.

Wang Ping said in his heart, "It's too difficult for me."

Why do you ask a question like a million-year-old single dog? !

This is a great disrespect for single dogs!

There are many people in this world, but there is no one who likes Wang Ping. There is no such thing as love.

Ji Zuo put down his wine glass, ate another mouthful of food, and asked casually as if chatting: "Then why didn't Brother Wang Ping agree to any of them? Because you don't like them all?"

Because there is no…

How can I promise what I don't have? !

Just as Wang Ping wanted to make a false statement that idols in the rising stage should not fall in love, he also felt a bit ashamed to say that in front of his juniors.

So Wang Ping opened his eyes, looked at Ji Zou inscrutablely, then closed his eyes in an inscrutable manner, and said slowly: "Yes, I am very demanding."

"What's the request?" Ji Zuo leaned forward enthusiastically, looking very interested in this topic, "Can you say it?"

Wang Ping: "..."

It's too difficult, it's too difficult to be a person's senior.

Wang Ping doesn't have any requirements, as long as he is alive, can breathe, and likes himself.

Don't pick, really don't pick, but even if you don't pick, the sweet love is still not Wang Ping's turn.

Put #王平太火了# on the public screen.

"Cough..." Wang Ping thought for a while, made up...thought carefully and came up with a request, and said, "That...isn't it cute."

"……cute?"

"Well, yes." Thinking of this, Wang Ping's thoughts immediately cleared up, "Sweet, you can play with me, you can't have a bad temper, you'd better cook delicious food, be virtuous, considerate-oh yes Yes, it looks better."

"What else?" Ji Zuo asked.

"...Aren't these enough?"

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping with an innocent expression: "Didn't Brother Wang Ping say that he is very demanding?"

Wang raised a rock and shot himself in the foot. Ping thought about it for a while, and finally added: "Then... If you really don't have any of these, it would be best if you have common preferences and can support each other."

Ji Zou's eyes turned around on the table, then turned to the cup, picked it up and took a big sip, then murmured in a low voice: "I remember, I will meet the requirements."

"...Ah?" Wang Ping was so drunk that he couldn't hear what Ji Zun said clearly. He opened his watery eyes blankly and blinked at Ji Zun.

"It's nothing." Ji Zuo smiled and took a piece of dessert for Wang Ping, "Brother Wang Ping, it won't be so uncomfortable to eat some dessert."

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Although the barbecue in this shop is not good, the desserts are still very good.

Wang Ping didn't drink afterward, and was fed some dessert and Coke by Ji Zuo. When he walked out of the barbecue shop, he was not as drunk as before.

The two of them walked all the way from under the umbrella of the food street to the entrance. Wang Ping had just poked his head out, but the end of his hair was covered with a very fine snowflake.

Wang Ping is from Sichuan, where there is little snow in the south, and later left home to travel to the north, but so far, seeing snow is still very fresh.

Wang Ping and Ji walked out of the umbrella shed, and stepped into the snow—the snow was as soft as cotton candy, and when they stepped on it, it turned into a deep pit.

Wang Ping thought it was fun, and jumped up and down in front of Ji Zuo to step on several deep pits, then stopped again, with his hands hanging down, looking up at the snow-falling sky.

"Student." Wang Ping opened his mouth, looked up at the fine snow in the sky, stared blankly for a long time like a little fool, then turned his head and said to Ji Zou, "Can we walk back instead of taking the car?"

Ji walked to Wang Ping's side, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Well, just button up the clothes."

"Oh."

The drunken Wang Ping glanced down at his down jacket, buttoned it up clumsily, spread his arms in front of Ji Zuo, and showed triumphantly: "It's buttoned up!"

"Let's go then."

Wang Ping happily turned around and stepped on the snow. After a while, the two walked into the gate of the photography base.

The night was very quiet when it was snowing lightly, only the sound of two people stepping on the snow could be heard along the road.

Huge rectangular container-like studios stand on both sides, orange street lights elongate the figures of two people, and there are only two long strings of footprints on the main road.

Wang Ping was so dizzy from drinking that he dangled back and forth as he walked beside Ji Zuo, stepping on snow pits, stopping from time to time to look around at the snow on trees, grass, and fire hydrants.

Wang Ping walked and stopped for a while, as if he didn't want to go back to the dormitory building, and he didn't know what he was dawdling about.

Ji Zou stared at Wang Ping's back, and after a while, he suddenly thought of an answer.

"Brother Wang Ping."

"Hey..." Wang Ping said softly, "Yes."

"Do you want to play in the snow?" Ji Zuo asked.

Wang Ping, who was rubbing the snow with the soles of his shoes, raised his head, looked at Ji Zou in surprise, and was a little embarrassed: "Did you see it?"

Wang Ping was only half drunk, and more or less knew that he was a rational adult, and it would be embarrassing to be unable to walk when seeing snow.

but!

This is snow!

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping a little shy, mixed with a righteous expression, and lowered his head with a suppressed smile, just in time to see Wang Ping's bare hands with nothing on.

"Can you play?" Seeing that Ji Zou didn't speak, Wang Ping asked.

"I really want to play." Ji Zou said as he took off his scarf and wrapped it around Wang Ping's already scarfed neck, "Then you wait here for me."

"Ah?" Wang Ping was taken aback, and Ji Zuo had already turned around, "Ji Zuo? Ji Zuo?"

While talking, Ji Zou was wearing a long coat, and when he went straight to and fro, he ran away in small steps.

Wang Ping watched Ji Zou's back, and didn't understand why he had to get Ji Zou's approval to play in the snow. He waited for a while, feeling a bit cold, but didn't go anywhere, squatting down obediently under the street lamp, waiting for Ji Zou.

"Where did you go... why did you leave me alone..."

Wang Ping turned into a ball, huddled under the street lamp, sniffed pitifully, and looked at Ji's direction in the distance.

Within a few minutes, Ji Zuo's figure appeared at the intersection.

Ji Zuo's long coat was almost dragged on the snow, and he didn't bother to take care of it, and ran to Wang Ping under the lamp.

"where are you going……"

Wang Ping was about to sue this kind of behavior of leaving and running, but he saw Ji Gou squatting down in front of him.

Then, a black glove was touched under Wang Ping's nose like a treasure offering.

"Let's play." Ji Zuo stuffed the gloves to Wang Ping, "Don't freeze your hands."

If Wang Ping wasn't drunk, he might have discovered that these gloves were made of leather, waterproof and thickened, so they wouldn't be cold no matter how they played in the snow.

But Wang Ping was drunk, his only feeling was that his junior was really good.

After receiving the gloves from Ji Zou, Wang Ping put them on, stood up confidently and boldly, first returned the scarf to Ji Zou, then looked around the snow field, and announced: "I want to build a big snowman."

Ji Zuo was still squatting on the side of the road, looked up at Wang Ping with a smile, and nodded: "Okay, you want to build a big snowman."

Wang Ping wanted to play in the snow, but after getting the gloves, he began to roll snowballs and build snowmen as if by God.

Ji Zuo didn't move, he just squatted aside, quietly watching Wang Ping running around.

Wang Ping is good-looking, even though he is running around wrapped in a thick down jacket and his hair is blown like a chicken coop by the wind, the scene still looks like a beautifully shot movie scene.

After looking at it for a while, Ji Zou couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and took a picture of Wang Ping making a snowman.

Ji Zuo looked down at the photos on his phone.

In the photo, Wang Ping is running while pushing a snowball, and the orange light illuminates the corners of his upturned mouth, making him look a bit childish.

Ji Zuo thinks this picture is very warm.

In fact, this kind of picture is common every winter in the Northeast, but just like southerners rarely see snow, such a simple scroll painting, for Ji Zuo, he paid too much to get it.

Wang Ping rolled the snowman's head up and picked up some stones and leaves for him to use as eyes, nose and hands.

After everything was done, Wang Ping stood in front of the snowman, pinched his chin, and frowned dissatisfiedly looking at the snowman.

"What's wrong?" Ji walked over and asked.

"It feels... something is missing." Wang Ping couldn't tell, "It just doesn't look good anyway."

"Let me see."

Ji Zuo looked at the snowman seriously, and helped Wang Ping as a staff member. After thinking for a while, he gently took off the untied scarf that he had just hung around his neck, and handed it to Wang Ping.

"I have a scarf." Wang Ping said.

"No, wrap it around." Ji Zuo said, "It's too monotonous now, it's white and black, just add a scarf."

"You'll be cold..." Wang Ping didn't answer.

Ji Zuo smiled, stopped arguing with Wang Ping, walked over and wrapped the scarf around the snowman's neck, and tied it loosely.

After tying the knot, Ji Zuo took two steps back to see the effect.

Wang Ping stood farther away, and the effect was more obvious - just as Ji Zou expected, after adding a scarf, the big snowman became alive in an instant, but Wang Ping was still looking at Ji Zou's empty neck daze.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zou turned around with a smile, "Hurry up and take a picture."

·

"Oh... oh yes!" Wang Ping came to his senses, touched his mobile phone, took two pictures hastily, and hurriedly took off the scarf and returned it to Ji Zuo.

The two of them had successfully played with Xue. Wang Ping watched Ji Zuo hang up his scarf, took off his gloves, and walked with Ji Zuo to the direction of the dormitory building with water in his hand.

The main road was still quiet and silent, and Wang Ping was thinking about Ji Zou as he walked—Ji Zou is really a nice person, although they only knew each other for a day, but he already regarded Ji Zou as a good friend.

Good friends like Turnon's herd of cattle.

Speaking of which, what are good friends going to do in the snow?

Wang Ping stopped slowly, took out his mobile phone, and squeezed it in his hand.

"Brother Wang Ping?" Ji Zuo noticed Wang Ping's pause, stood down, and looked back at him.

The next moment, Wang Ping quickly bent down and grabbed a piece of snow on the ground, jumped to Ji Zuo's side, pulled off his clothes from the back of his neck, and directly stuffed the snow into his neck.

Ji Zou: "..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Wang Ping ran away laughing wildly, turning on the front camera of the phone while running, preparing to run to a safe place to take pictures.

You, Prince of Ping, are infinitely rampant!

Ji Zunbing grinned so hard that he reached out to shake the ice behind his back, but he couldn't make too ugly movements in front of Wang Ping, so his whole body was tangled up in the snow.

Wang Ping laughed so hard that he almost died of breath, and finally aimed at Ji Zou with the phone he was holding up, but because of the constant shaking, he couldn't take any pictures.

While Wang Ping was shaking with laughter, Ji Zuo had already shaken the ice out, and stood helplessly looking at Wang Ping from a distance. After a while, Ji Zuo sighed, smiled and shook his head towards Wang Ping.

The mobile phone Wang Ping was holding had just stopped shaking. He zoomed out the viewfinder and took a picture. He lifted his gaze from the viewfinder and moved to Ji Walk in the real world.

Ji Zou is smiling, there is a little helplessness in the smile, more of gentle liking, and connivance.

Wang Ping felt that he had drunk too much alcohol, and seeing a boy's smile made him a little dizzy.

"Student." Wang Ping said sincerely, "You look so pretty when you smile."

The author has something to say: Ji Zuo, a peerless good man who was stuffed with ice on the back of his neck by his daughter-in-law in the cold weather, and could still look at his wife with a smile.