The male god is on the left, the warm man is on the right

The temperature in the air suddenly became a little low, and Zhang Zhenyang looked a little embarrassed as if he had seen an alien.

Cupping?

"Do you pull out the soles of your feet when you do cupping?" Leng Zhi asked.

Zhang Zhenyang was taken aback for a moment, and realized that he had made a mistake just now, but it was too late to change his words, so he just kept talking, "Yeah, I am a special person. Others like cupping and cupping. Well, I'm going to get on my feet."

Although he knew that Zhang Zhenyang was talking nonsense, Leng Zhi let go of his foot, pointed to the fish basket on the side and said, "I'm hungry, make me grilled fish."

I don't know why, after that day, the smell of grilled fish has been lingering on the back of his tongue for a long time.

Obviously the taste is not very good, but he just can't quit it. He is a little suspicious that the wild vegetable juice that Zhang Zhenyang dripped on the fish is actually poppy juice.

Otherwise, how could he be addicted.

Zhang Zhenyang should come down and start to process the fish, remembering the kinds of wild vegetable juice he added last time, he stood up and wanted to pick some more, but his foot touched the ground.It's just excruciating pain.

He had been soaking in the sea for too long just now, the wound was swollen a lot, and with the salt grains from the evaporated seawater, it was really not ordinary torture.

Leng Zhi looked at him, stood up, and grabbed Zhang Zhenyang, "What are you going to do?"

Why are you so nervous, and he can't run, Zhang Zhenyang curled his lips, "I'm going to find some weeds, which are the things I put in the fish last time, Brother Zhenyang, don't worry, I won't leave."

Leng Zhi nodded, "I'll go with you."

He still had blood blisters on his feet, what if he fell down and got injured, wouldn't his grilled fish be ruined?

Under the surveillance of Leng Zhi, Zhang Zhenyang quickly collected the wild vegetables this time, and when he walked back to the edge of the fire, the fish was almost cooked, and the delicious smell radiated from the fish, stirring Leng Zhi's stomach all the time .

He hasn't eaten since last night, and now he feels like his stomach is flattened into a piece of paper.

Zhang Zhenyang also realized that Leng Zhi had nothing to eat, so he offered a delicious grilled fish to Leng Zhi, "Brother Leng Zhi, try it."

Leng Zhi was not polite at all, and started to eat directly.

I don't know what this man put in the fish, the taste is so delicious, Leng Zhi was thinking, while solving the thing in his hand.

After eating more than half of a grilled fish, Leng Zhi noticed that Zhang Zhenyang had been looking at him, drooling mouthful after mouthful.

"Take it." Leng Zhi frowned, and handed the remaining grilled fish to Zhang Zhenyang.

How dare Zhang Zhenyang ask for it? Even if he was given ten guts, he would not dare to take food from Leng Zhi's hands. Although he was really hungry, he still shook his head and pushed the grilled fish at hand Go out, "No need, Brother Leng Zhi, you can eat."

Leng Zhi handed it over again, with a tone of complete impatience, "You can eat as soon as you are told, you are in trouble." Then, he stuffed the grilled fish in Zhang Zhenyang's hands, "I can't eat it anymore, don't waste anything. "

"Brother Lengzhi, you don't want to eat it, so I won't be polite." Zhang Zhenyang happily picked up the grilled fish and began to gobble it up.

This day, riding a bicycle almost caught up with the distance of the bicycle race. He was already very hungry, but thinking that Leng Zhi was hungrier for a long time than himself, he didn’t dare to grab it. Now Leng Zhi said it was his leftovers Next, why is he being polite?

"I said..." Leng Zhi looked at Zhang Zhenyang with an arrogance on his face, and the sharp chin cast a large shadow under the firelight, which was cast on his deep collarbone. "Your eating is really ugly, turn around."

Anyway, he roasted this, can you stop talking like this.

Zhang Zhenyang gnawed off the remaining fish meat on the fish stand, and threw the fish bones into the fire, splashing a lot of sparks, with a silly smile on his face, "I'm done eating, don't you need to turn around now?"

He looked ugly, he didn't want to see why he didn't turn around by himself, he insisted on ordering himself.

Leng Zhi stopped talking, and looked down at the fire in front of him, crackling sounds could be heard from the fiery red flowers from time to time, and the flames danced on his face.

Zhang Zhenyang stretched out his sleeve and wiped his face, then moved to the side of the fire and asked, "Brother Leng Zhi, can I ask you a question?"

"ask."

"Why are you here?"

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Zhang Zhenyang didn't get an answer from Leng Zhi for a long time, thinking that he had said something wrong again, when he was about to explain, he heard Leng Zhi's low voice reply, "Because no one welcomes me."

He was telling the truth. In that family, no one welcomed him, not one... not at all.

If what happened five years ago could be changed a little bit, maybe today would not be the end like this, would it?

Zhang Zhenyang didn't understand what he meant, but he could also hear the loneliness in his tone, and comforted him, "Why, you are a big star, everyone likes you, you don't know that you didn't go to filming today, good guy , the door is full of your fans, but when they learned that you will not come today, they were disappointed. Look at how popular you are."

"That's not a real welcome." Leng Zhi shook his head, picked up a nearby branch and poked the fire, and then continued, "You won't understand."

Zhang Zhenyang curled his lips, he still really didn't understand.

Leng Zhi wants to have face, money, status, and figure, but he still looks like no one in the world likes him.

I'm sorry, is the setting of this plot wrong?

"But, we are very worried about your appearance. Everyone is waiting for you to go back to shoot." Zhang Zhenyang said.

This is the purpose of his visit today, he wants to take Leng Zhi back to filming, and he can't let Sister Man worry about herself because of such things.

Ah!There was no trace of sarcasm in the corner of Leng Zhi's eyes, "After all, it's just for work. Apart from these things, who else will remember me?"

"I remember!" Zhang Zhenyang said, his eyes were bright, with flames jumping inside, "I remember, otherwise I wouldn't have found you. Brother Leng Zhi, I welcome you. Really."

A strange emotion flashed in his cold eyes, but it disappeared immediately. He still had that iceberg face, "Don't talk about it, isn't it just going back to filming? I promise you, I will go back to filming with you. Let's go."

As Leng Zhi said, he had already stood up from the edge of the fire.

Is this considered a success?Zhang Zhenyang didn't react in the next half day, and he just said a word, which already made Leng Zhi change his mind. It seems that he is still very capable!

Zhang Zhenyang grinned unconsciously, but soon heard a cold question not far away, "What are you doing there, hurry up and follow!"

"Oh oh oh, here we come!" Zhang Zhenyang quickly stood up, put out the fire, and limped after him.

Leng Zhi looked at the car in front of him speechlessly, "Is this how you came here?"

Someone nodded honestly, "Yes, I borrowed it from the security guard and promised to return it tomorrow. To be honest, this bicycle looks very old-fashioned, and it doesn't even have a back seat."

The old-fashioned 82 bicycle has a big frame in the front, and the rear seat is directly omitted in the back. This kind of bicycle is originally prepared for one person.

But now there are two of them.

Zhang Zhenyang's face was extremely dark, he finally knew how the blood blisters on Zhang Zhenyang's feet came from, this guy must have gone to many places to find himself, and finally found himself here.

Thankfully he found it, otherwise those feet would have been ruined.

"Get in the car." As Leng Zhi said, he had already stepped onto the seat.

Zhang Zhenyang looked at the car and Leng Zhi on the car with a blank face, "Where should I sit?"

This car doesn't have a back seat, so you can't ask yourself to sit on the handlebars, right?

Leng Zhi raised his chin, gesturing to the beam in front, "Up here."

Zhang Zhenyang's jaw was about to drop, and it took him a long time before he said, "Is this not good? Can this girder sit on people?"

Naturally, people can ride. Zhang Zhenyang has seen many such examples in college before, but they are all men riding bicycles, and girls are the backbones. How romantic it is.

Now that such a thing is placed on him, why is it starting to become a little weird.

Seeing that Zhang Zhenyang was a bit reluctant, and Leng Zhi didn't force it, he stepped on the foot pedal and prepared to leave, "You can also choose to walk, but this place is still a bit far away, I hope you can go home alive. Or just pull a few more cupping pots on your feet That's all."

This is Chi Guoguo's lie before laughing at herself!

Zhang Zhenyang still had no choice but to compromise and stepped forward to grab the bicycle, "Then I'll sit on the girder." His eyes were full of grievances.

Leng Zhi pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, but quickly withdrew it, Zhang Zhenyang didn't see it, he was only concerned with how to find a more comfortable seat.

The road is so far away, the girder is so narrow, by the time I get home, my buttocks should be numb, right?

It wasn't until Zhang Zhenyang actually got into the car that he realized that he had simply considered the wrong thing.

The distance between the beam and the seat was too close, even though Zhang Zhenyang had deliberately staggered the distance, he could still deliberately and clearly feel the cold breathing above him, as well as the smell on his body that was between the sea water and the grass.

Zhang Zhenyang blushed unconsciously, and sat forward again, his face darkened coldly, "Come here, I can't straighten the handlebars."

So Zhang Zhenyang could only sit on Leng Zhi's side.

Leng Zhi's driving skills were very stable, and the two of them didn't say anything more along the way, but Zhang Zhenyang's buttocks were almost numb from sitting, and in the second half, in order to prevent himself from falling off the car, he could only hold onto Leng Zhi tightly. clothes.

After finally riding that bicycle to the door of Zhang Zhenyang's house, Leng Zhi's clothes had been caught badly. He looked down and threw the car in his hand on the ground.

"Let's go back."

Zhang Zhenyang looked at him, worried, "Then what should you do, you don't have a car."

"Someone will give it to me." Leng Zhi said, but his eyes looked behind Zhang Zhenyang, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Sister Man."

Sister Man came out from behind Zhang Zhenyang, looked at Leng Zhi, and said, "Young Master Leng, I have found you. Assistant Zhang is almost dying of anxiety. Shall I take you back now?"

Leng Zhi shrugged his shoulders towards Zhang Zhenyang, look, I said that someone would give me a gift, and at the same time he nodded with a polite face, "Then I will trouble Sister Man."