smell you

Song Zeyou naturally thought that Yang Chengjun was joking.

"...It seems that I am not at a disadvantage." Thinking about it carefully, I really am not at a disadvantage.

"Good friends!!!" Yang Chengjun made a heart shape with his hands, "It's a deal."

Song Zeyou thought of this passage, and suddenly found it very funny. The two of them had only known each other for more than a month, and they turned from friends to good friends all of a sudden.

Therefore, people who hit it off, even if they have known each other for only a day, an hour, or even a few minutes, can have the idea of ​​being friends for a lifetime. Some people have known each other for more than ten years, but they are just strangers.

"Mr. Cheng, wait a long time." Song Zeyou quickened his pace.

Yang Chengjun smiled and said, "It's only a few minutes, let's go."

"Where's your car?"

"It's only a few steps away, no need to drive."

"Where to go?"

"my home."

Song Zeyou laughed in surprise: "You said you took me to a special place today, you mean your home?"

"Yeah, isn't it special? As a good gay friend, how can you not invite him to play at home? It doesn't make sense."

Song Zeyou thought, this is implying that I didn't take the initiative to invite you to play at home.

He smiled and pretended not to understand.

Chuntian Lane crosses Platinum Road and there is a slow-moving road, but there are no traffic lights.

Mr. Yang Cheng started, seeing Song Zeyou still standing there, not knowing what he was looking at, he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Zeyou smiled and said, "It's nothing, let's go."

Yang Chengjun looked at Song Zeyou's back door, and two people looked at them.

"You know them?"

Song Zeyou was slightly stunned: "...my brother works as a chef in Tianhao, so he probably looks familiar."

"I heard that Tianhao's food is good, let's try it one day...have you tried it?"

"It's been eaten, it's not bad."

At the back door of Tianhao International, Li Zhexi and his photographer friend Sun Zhijie were waiting for the driver to drive over.

Sun Zhijie praised the fish in the mountain lake that day.

At this moment, the driver drove over. Li Zhexi didn't get in the car, but instead looked ahead with a broken expression.

Sun Zhijie said: "Zhe Xi, get in the car quickly? What are you looking at?"

Li Zhexi pursed his lips tightly, and the lines on his fat face straightened, looking solemn.

Sun Zhijie took advantage of the situation and looked over, only to see two young men with outstanding temperament approaching on the slow road.

One is neat and handsome, and the other is gentle and gentle. The two laugh and feast, their eyebrows are full of intimacy and joy.

Seeing this scene, anyone would feel that if they were not both men, they would be quite right.

The two young men actually looked over here.

Is it someone you know?

Sun Zhijie asked in a low voice: "Zhe Xi, do you know someone? Do you want to say hello?"

Li Zhexi didn't blink his eyes, didn't make a sound, his gaze followed the pace of the two of them, even when he got in the car, he still looked at the back of the pair of people walking towards the Emerald Bay Community through the car window, with an unwilling and transparent expression Feeling lonely.

Sun Zhijie said with a smile: "Young people nowadays are really foreign. Look at yourself. There are decades of gaps with others. Once I stayed on guard for three days and three nights to take pictures of egrets flying by. My wife almost didn't recognize me. That's how we do photography, where there are few people and where to drill, it's almost out of touch with the times."

Li Zhexi suddenly said: "Old Sun, what do you think of me? Am I annoying?"

Sun Zhijie was astonished, and laughed and said: "We are more than ten years old, and we are friends who have forgotten the year. If we can't talk, how can we have friends who have forgotten the year, you say so. But there is a saying that is good, people who hate you don't have to bother to please, because you No matter how well you do, he will still hate you. For those who like you, you don't have to do well, he already likes you. "

"...Then what if I happen to like the person who hates me?"

Sun Zhijie looked at his expression as if he was watching a tragedy in capital letters.

"Xiao Li, there are eight sufferings in the world. In my opinion, the most suffering is not getting what you want."

"You mean to give up?"

Sun Zhijie was speechless, such a major event in life, how could he ask this outsider, even the best friend could not answer this question.

how to answer?Chicken soup or poison?

Giving up or not giving up will directly affect Li Zhexi's life.

"... Regarding emotional matters, it's useless for outsiders to say anything, you have to ask your own heart."

If he said to give up, Li Zhexi would regret it in the future, wouldn't he be resented to death.

Three age groups, three men with different personalities and different occupations gave him three different suggestions.

A Xiao said: Love must be passionate, and it must be relentless. At least try it, and you will not regret it in the future.

The stereotype says: twisted melons are not sweet, and sticking a hot face to someone has a cold ass, which is not worth it.

Sun Zhijie said: Ask yourself about your sincerity.

He felt that all three were right.

You have to love passionately, you have to love with dignity, and you have to have the other party willingly...

Asking his sincerity, when he saw Song Zeyou smiling so brightly, he realized that Xiao Song can be so happy, and can also be colorful and dazzling. The so-called indifference and alienation are just different from person to person.

Just now he felt the venom of jealousy oozing, an emotion he had never experienced before.

This strange feeling frightened him.

But he knew that if he gave up, he would definitely live in the self-torture of never giving up in this life.

The car arrived at the destination quickly, and Li Zhexi was busy sending WeChat and making phone calls along the way.

Sun Zhijie, as an old driver whose family's red flag is not down, and the colorful flags outside his home, feels very relieved. According to the current hot situation, he will soon be able to drink Li Zhexi's wedding wine.

He couldn't help but want to give some technical advice.

"Xiao Li, do you think that modern people's perception of the rich is still superficial and nouveau riche?"

"No."

"..." Sun Zhijie was speechless.

The editor of the publishing house took out the tape recorder to interview Sun Zhijie.

Sun Zhijie is making a picture book of traveling around Xinshi's scenic spots and local traditional delicacies, and the Xinshi Municipal Publicity Department will allocate financial funds as a supplementary project to vigorously promote Xinshi's local tourism.

Sun Zhijie took a lot of photos, as well as the production outline of the food. He knew how to take pictures and how to capture the essence of things, but he couldn't tell the taste of the food.

Only three words: so delicious.

As for Li Zhexi, as long as he thinks the food he ate more than ten years ago is good, he can clearly tell the time and place, the taste of the food, and even the types of ingredients and seasonings used.

Possessing this kind of talent is equivalent to knowing almost all the delicacies you have eaten.

Such a professional and objective description is of great help to his book.

Repeating a dish, Li Zhexi has a contrast when he eats it.

So as long as you find a new delicious place, you will almost always call Li Zhexi. Everyone is willing to listen to his opinion. If he says yes, it is definitely good.

In terms of food, Li Zhexi is definitely an authority.

The editor conducted the interview very carefully and asked comprehensive questions.

Sun Zhijie sighed: "Originally it was best for me to write it myself, but unfortunately I never thought of using words to record it before, I only knew how to take pictures."

When it was Li Zhexi's turn, the painting style changed, and the questions were all:

Is it delicious?

How does it taste?

Where was the best meal ever eaten?

Do you know the price?

How do you feel after eating?

If someone fills out the form for him at this time, Li Zhexi will definitely write "eat" with a swipe of his pen.

Li Zhexi also felt it himself, eating and drinking all day, does it really look so vulgar, like a nouveau riche?