The film king struggles with raising a baby every day

"It's still comfortable to drink ice..."

Gu Niansi sighed and said, although drinking warm water with children every day is good for your health, but after all, no sip of cold water can refresh you.

"Drink slowly, eat food quickly, or you will be drunk later." Fu Jiu's eyes were full of helplessness and connivance. He knew that this person was cold and couldn't drink such cold things, but after all, he still made people drink. That face swiped a pass for himself.

Fu Jiu looked at that face, and said to himself in his heart: You can only drink this once, and when the next time comes, you will never indulge again.

However, Fu Jiu knew very well that as long as Gu Niansi pretended to be pitiful a little bit, there would be countless next times.

Gu Niansi picked up a piece of chicken covered in soup with disposable chopsticks. The chicken was caramel-colored with a little luster, and the juice dripped down slowly, finally dripping on the shaped rice ball next to it, staining the white rice. On light brown.

The chicken stewed with bamboo is stained with the fragrance of bamboo, and seasonings such as mushrooms and ginger are embellished. The delicious taste is diffused by the night breeze.

The person who kept telling himself in his head before—absolutely resist the temptation and eat less, swallowed his saliva, and quickly stuffed the still steaming chicken into his mouth, fearing that all the juice would run out and it would not be so bad. Sweet.

The person whose lips were opened by the juice and meat, and who raised his hand to fan his mouth kept breathing.

"hot……"

Fu Jiu hurriedly took the lid of the lunch box from the side and put it in front of the person, asking them to spit out the innermost chicken first.

"How old are you? Don't you know how to brag first?" Fu Jiu clicked his tongue softly, showing his distress and blame directly on his face. If it wasn't for his inappropriate status now, he might have put down the lid of the lunch box he was holding inside a long time ago. Reach out and pinch the person's chin to see the condition of the tongue.

Gu Niansi was also fooled by himself, picked up the cold beer that was placed on the ground next to him, sipped lightly, and said in a low voice, "I didn't mean to."

It just smells so delicious, I can't help but want to eat it quickly.

"Who knew that this insulated lunch box has such a good heat preservation function." Gu Niansi really felt wronged.

"Be careful next time."

Fu Jiu looked at the person helplessly, and when the person stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables again, he began to tell the other person in detail, that he must first blow to the point that it is almost enough, and then let the mouth be stuffed.

Otherwise, the tongue will be scalded and numb, and it will hurt after eating everything for several days.

"Uh-huh."

Before Gu Niansi moved his chopsticks, he could still maintain some sense of reason, but after he did, the string in his mind that kept telling himself to lose weight broke completely.

Such delicious food!I'm sorry for myself if I only eat a little bit!

And if you don't eat after five days, since you have already moved your chopsticks, don't deceive yourself.

He also has a little problem with his stomach. If he just drinks alcohol, he will definitely be so painful that he won't be able to get up tonight. How about...

In order to eat, countless reasons and excuses instantly appeared in Gu Yingdi's mind, and he completely gave up on himself under mouthfuls of delicious food.

After Gu Niansi had eaten almost half of it, the hand holding the chopsticks suddenly froze, coughed lightly, blinked his eyes several times quickly, put the chopsticks back in embarrassment, and looked up at the person sitting opposite him holding the chopsticks. Fu Jiu of the lunch box.

"That...don't you eat?"

It doesn't seem like a good idea for him to eat all the time.

Fu Jiu shook his head when he heard this, holding a lunch box in one hand and drinking cold beer in the other. If it wasn't for the not so high-end environment, Gu Niansi would have felt that he and the other party were in some kind of large-scale commercial reception.

It's like shaking a can of cold beer out of a tall glass.

"Eat it, it was brought to you." Fu Jiu smiled lightly and looked at the person, raising his brows lightly, "Eat slowly, don't worry."

With people's words, Gu Niansi didn't care about his image anymore, after all, the juice made from chicken and mushrooms was fragrant and sweet, and eating bibimbap was simply a treat in the world.

After all the food had entered the mouth, Gu Niansi licked the corners of his mouth contentedly, and sighed, "If I didn't study acting back then, I guess I can eat whatever I want now."

Fu Jiu saw that the person looked like a cat that was satisfied after gluttony, with its eyes narrowed and nestled in the wicker chair. If there was a big fluffy tail behind him, he might not be able to tell what it would look like if it was swaying attentively.

Fu Jiu took the chopsticks from the man's hand, packed all the things, put them back into the bag he brought earlier, took out a tissue from the pocket, leaned forward slightly, and helped the man wipe off the remaining juice on his lips clean.

Suddenly, a figure approached to the side of his face and blocked Gu Niansi's sight. He didn't adapt to the darkness, and he could only see the outline of the person in front of him.

The warm breath touched his cheek lightly, as if being scorched by fire, Gu Niansi only felt his whole body stiff, half of his neck and earlobe were hot and burning, and the hands hanging on both sides unconsciously grabbed the wicker chair He insisted on supporting the other party until he slowly straightened up, and he could see the brilliance of the moon, and he seemed to come alive.

"drink wine?"

Even if Fu Jiu didn't need to look at it, he knew how stiff Gu Niansi was now. He clenched his fist against the corner of his lips to hide his chuckle, picked up the cold beer beside his feet, held it up in the air, and waited for someone to come and clink glasses with him.

The drunken man sat up in a panic from the rattan chair, and held his beer against Fu Jiu's.

The young man's eyes were slightly curved, and even though most of the relaxation and smile on his face were covered by the darkness, the person sitting across from him was able to paint the person's face in his heart and brain over and over again.

The cold beer brings a bit of coolness to people, Fu Jiu lightly closed his eyes, feeling the breeze blowing in the mountains, the thoughts that were constantly clamoring in his heart on weekdays are now quiet as if they have never appeared before.

The hand holding the can is slightly tightened, it is still necessary to take it slowly, so as not to scare the other party...

Fu Jiu chatted with people one after another.

The two chatted about everything. From the content of the chat, Gu Niansi unexpectedly learned that the other party graduated from the same high school as himself, but it was a pity that when Gu Niansi was in the first year of high school, the other party was already in the third year of high school.

"Ah, that's a pity. If you were born a few years later, maybe we could become classmates."

Gu Niansi regretted.

The man's eyes darkened, and the soda can in his hand shook slightly, and the liquid made a soft sound when it touched the can's wall.

"Just right."

"Ok?"

Gu Niansi looked at the man suspiciously, and the man smiled back.

"It's just good to know each other now."

Gu Niansi was stunned for a while, then smiled and replied: "Yes, it's just good to know each other now."

Fu Jiu sipped the beer lightly, put his hands on his knees, and heard the chattering voices of young people, but he felt a peace of mind that he hadn't had in five years.

This is the life he really wants.

The author has something to say: Gu Niansi: I think I was in the same class as my late student a few years ago, and the campus youth love story is also quite good.

Fu Jiu (melancholy): No, no, no, you don't understand how to cultivate happiness in the past year.

Gu Niansi:?