meet at thirty

After autumn, the temperature difference between day and night in S City became more and more obvious.A few days ago, Wen Sheng took a cold shower fearlessly, but now he woke up from the cold, and got up tremblingly to search for a thick quilt.The quilt hadn't been exposed to the sun yet, but fortunately it was thick enough. Wen Sheng got into the quilt at the speed of light, rolled on the left and right sides, and compacted the two sides. Only then did he free his hand and reach the mobile phone at the head of the bed.

Three in the morning.

He couldn't help but get angry. He wanted to lock the screen and continue to sleep, but he caught a glimpse of the notification bar reminding him that he had received a short message.

@sol: Well, I'm available anytime.

Wen Sheng woke up instantly.After staring at the simple reply for a few seconds, he sent a time pass, took a screenshot, and sent it to a small group of four in Origin.

"【picture】"

"@gggghost @tutu @water3 he said OK!"

"Hahahaha"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha hiccup"

Wen Sheng thought about it, and felt that it was still not spectacular enough. After thinking about it, he laid down another row like a mountain.

"Flourishing and in a trance, Han Han and Han Hong can draw"

He looked at the screen he occupied with satisfaction, and suddenly remembered that no one in this group had sex, and this point was probably due to Duke Zhou.But now he is very excited, and he refreshed all the software, but he couldn't refresh the new content. Then he belatedly remembered that the person was himself who returned half an hour ago, so he opened QQ, found the person, and thought for a long time. After posting a "hair-1" emoji, he threw away his phone contentedly, curled up under the quilt, and rolled over again.

When he got up the next day, he saw that only three people in the group had returned to him.

@gggghost:  … [Ghost]

@tutu: Don't you think you're overly excited? ? ? 【Meow Meow Meow.jpg】

@water3: It's hopeless, let's send it to Wanping South Road as soon as possible [Come on, give it to me. jpg]

Temperature rise:......

/ / /

Wen Sheng, a well-known dancer at station B, had been in station B as early as when Zhaiwu first came to China.Origin, where Wen Sheng works, is a hip-hop dance troupe. The youngest of the four in the troupe just celebrated his 30th birthday last month.

To put it bluntly, they are the pioneers of fossil-level land reclamation in the domestic dance area, but to put it bluntly, they are already a sunset red senior group.

Contrary to the four from origin, the sol who was previously invited by Wen Sheng to dance, only submitted his first work last year, and quickly became popular after that, and is still in the rising period of popularity.

Wen Sheng had been out for a year due to a leg injury, and had just recovered to the point where he could dance not long ago.And the first dance he recorded after his comeback was origin and sol's co-recovery of Xiao Xiao Gu Jin.Now at this moment, Xiaoxiao Gujin is still hotly listed on the recommendation on the homepage, he couldn't bear it anymore, and sent another invitation to dance recording.

The dance room was getting warmer now. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing the single in a loop. Just as the prelude had a rough shape in his mind, he heard a knock on the door.

There was only one person who was on point and would knock on the door like this. Wen Sheng jumped up like the tightest spring, and opened the door in three steps at a time—it was Sol.

Peaked cap, black mask, backpack, and the same configuration as last time I recorded Xiaoxiao.A face is mostly covered, except for a pair of eyes.His pupils are very dark, close to pure black, and Wen Sheng can even see himself reflected in them.

In the next second, sol—real name Pu Zhen, looked away a little, and his voice was a little muffled through a mask: "Sorry, I was delayed on the road."

Wen Sheng hadn't finished saying "It's okay, I just arrived not long ago", when he stretched out his hand that was kept behind him, and there was a packing bag hanging on it, which contained two cups of milk tea—five points of sweetness, only sweetened with celery. Grass.Wen Sheng caught a glimpse of a red mark on Pu Zhen's palm with a sharp eye. He felt a little embarrassed in surprise, and quickly took it: "Thank you, thank you!"

"Five-point sweet with jelly grass is my love!" Wen Sheng clasped his hands together with a "snap", and said thank you three times in a row, but it was still not enough to express his gratitude.

Pu Zhen's eyes flickered, and there was a little joy in his tone: "Just like it."

/ / /

Wen Sheng chose ROKI for his choreography this time, and he had a rough outline in his mind a long time ago. Except for the solo part, only a small part of the chorus is left. , that is reserved for Pu Zhen.

Choreography is not something that the more people there are, the better. If there is not enough fit, the gathering of excellent Zhenfu masters may become the scene of a car accident.Wen Sheng has only collaborated with Pu Zhen once, but he feels that they are in perfect harmony, and there is almost no hesitation when they make an appointment to choreograph together.Facts have proved that Wen Sheng's brain may have pitfalls, but his eyes are definitely not blind.Whether it's floor movements or position changes, it's clean and beautiful, and it connects with his parts very naturally. Wen Sheng's heart itch after watching it, and he couldn't help but follow along after watching it once.

I don't know if it's because both of them are in good condition or because their cooperation is too tacit, but the progress of the choreography is unexpectedly smooth.By the time water3 called Wen Sheng, they had almost learned the whole dance. The disgust in water3's tone just overflowed through the screen.

"Uncle Wen, you have been in the group three times."

Wen Sheng turned on the hands-free, and jumped back to the homepage to look. He didn’t know when the small group had swiped 99+. He hurriedly scanned and saw the phrase "betting fifty cents, it must be high again", not only did he not Feeling guilty, but triumphant, he shouted to water3 on the other end of the phone: "I had so much fun with Xiaozhen, I forgot the time."

Pu Zhen, who had taken off his mask a long time ago, did not expect Wen Sheng to mention him, coughed lightly, looked away, and reached out to touch the tip of his nose.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wen Sheng seemed to catch a glimpse of Pu Zhen's ears turning red.He took the mobile phone to the front, and didn't see anything unusual - as expected, he was dazzled.

Although we couldn't see Wen Sheng's expression, just by hearing his tone, he could imagine how upset he was. It's useless for water3 to roll his eyes to the sky, his speech speed is much faster than usual, he just wants to hurry up and hang up the phone: "Tutu and I are cooking yellow chicken, do you want to bring you dinner?"

"Braised chicken...Okay." Wen Sheng turned his head and looked at Pu Zhen: "Sanshui and the others are having dinner, do you have anything you want to bring?"

Pu Zhen adjusted his peaked cap, and said nonchalantly, "I'm just like you."

Wen Sheng was startled, and then realized: Pu Zhen came here for the second time, and he doesn't know what delicious food nearby like they do.Thinking of the milk tea that Pu Zhen brought him, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt for "poor hospitality". Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at him, but he didn't expect that the person who hadn't looked at him just now didn't know what The moment turned a little, right toward him.

Wen Sheng felt inexplicably embarrassed about being caught.

On the other end of the phone, water3 just said "OK" when Wen Sheng hurriedly interrupted him.

"You don't need to bring it for me, I suddenly want to order an incense pot."

water3:  …

He acted decisively and hung up the phone before he couldn't bear the swearing.

Sitting opposite water3, Tutu gloated at his bluish-white face, "You can't do it, Sanshui, you'll have early menopause sooner or later." After the food in his mouth was swallowed, he said, "Wen Wen is holding back It's not easy for a year, you just have to be considerate and considerate of him."

Water3 shot him a slanted look, and sneered: "If I want to cut him, I did it ten years ago, so I have to wait until now."

"And you, I can't say one more thing, believe it or not, Dad will clean up the house on the spot."

Tutu is mighty and capable, and immediately raised the white flag when the situation was not good, and blurted out "Dad, I was wrong".

The two 30-year-old men over there were bickering with great joy. In the dance room here, Wen Sheng's fingertips were jumping rapidly on the takeaway interface, obviously he was not a stranger.He placed an order in twos and twos, and raised his mobile phone to the sol: "This fragrant pot has been open for six or seven years, and I personally tested it to be delicious." He thought the proprietress of the incense pot shop was his aunt.

He originally wanted to add the phrase "It's not delicious, I'll give you my head" that he's seen a lot on Weibo recently, but Pu Zhen just stood there quietly, and when he wasn't practicing dancing, he always gave him a feeling that he couldn't eat the world. The feeling of the pure little fairy boy of Fireworks should not be able to pick up the stalk, so when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back abruptly.

In fact, the bullet screens posted by fans are "The gods have worked hard", "What kind of gods are this", but the temperature rise is not only straight, but also intermittently so disgusting. When it comes to him, the gods full of filters are automatically replaced. He became a "little fairy boy", and at that time, the three of Tutu were so disgusted that they had goose bumps on their arms.

But if you think about it carefully, the name of this land mine land mine is not unreasonable.Pu Zhen contributed for one year, and the number of fans is close to one million, and the speed of fan growth is simply outrageous. Station B is not full of traffic bubbles like Weibo, every fan is a real living person.Wen Sheng has been in the house dance circle for more than ten years, and he has never seen anyone who became popular faster than him.However, until now, Sol has not opened Weibo, and the only contact information that has been made public is the private message on the station of B station.He doesn't have any other social accounts, and every time he makes a contribution, he says very little, and he basically doesn't reply to the comment area, which really makes people feel distanced.

Pu Zhen was taller than Wen, and the two of them stood close, and when they looked at him, they bowed their heads visible to the naked eye.He doesn't talk much, but when he meets people's eyes, he will give people a very serious feeling.At this moment, he nodded slightly, and only a simple "um" came out through the mask, which actually made Wen Sheng feel a little cute.

Wen Sheng, a person who would die without sand sculptures, suddenly felt that it would be okay to be less clever.

If the chef dares to perform abnormally today, he will not order this restaurant in the future.Wen Sheng bared his teeth fiercely in his heart.

/ / /

Maybe Wen Sheng's idea is too strong, today's spicy mushrooms are not only delicious, but also the speed of delivery is very face-saving. Tutu and water3 haven't arrived yet, and the takeaway has arrived first.A total of three plastic boxes, two meals.The two people's dishes are fried in a takeaway box.

Wen Sheng's belief is that "one person's spicy pot has no dignity", so even if the dishes are exactly the same, he likes to put them together.Wen Sheng and his teammates are used to eating one pot, and Pu Zhen is not a girl, so he didn't think too much when ordering, and only asked Pu Zhen how spicy he could accept it.But when he saw the obvious hesitation in Pu Zhenle's eyes, he belatedly realized something was wrong.

Some people are more particular and feel that it would be too dirty to share a dish with others without serving chopsticks.Pu Zhen looks... quite like this.

Fortunately, there is no remedy.Wen Sheng put the takeaway box aside and said, "I'll go and see if there are any more disposable chopsticks to use as serving chopsticks. If not, call Sanshui and ask if they're still in the store."

Pu Zhen came back to his senses and stopped him: "No need, I'm not that particular."

Wen Sheng was a little skeptical at first, but Pu Zhen didn't look like he was forcing himself, so he relaxed, and patted Pu Zhen on the shoulder loudly.

TBC.