Continuously

The smoky crowd brightened the night path, and the red plastic sheds and barbecue grills took advantage of the momentum, and they were completely occupied by cumin incense in a short while.

The plastic chair at the supper stall looked like a mollusk, and it would always limp on one leg when it sat down. Yao An managed to brace himself against the ground so as not to fall on his back in full view.

Zhan Xing kindly pulled out half a meter of toilet paper for him, and Yao An looked at the greasy wet mud on his hands, and wiped them with distaste.

"Who told you to stare at the phone all the time?" His nature was still gloating, Zhan Xing finished complaining, and cast a slanted glance at Yao An's phone that was temporarily placed on the corner of the table.

"Eat your chicken ass." Yao An pressed his elbows on the screen, and pushed a plate of wing tips as heavy as his butt to him.

Sitting opposite, Wu Yongxi took a handful with his chopsticks, and when he put it in his mouth, he screamed repeatedly. Zhou Huan, his heart-warming roommate, handed him a bottle of steaming Coke.

"Thank you, my tongue is useless." Wu Yongxi, who drank it immediately, grinned and shed tears, looking very good.

Zhou Huan smiled sloppily, trying to bury his roommate's blatant murderous intentions by changing the topic: "Brothers, is it fun to fight in groups?"

"In a word." Zhan Xing held up a lot of leeks and waved them like a flag, "Just this feel—"

"It's so cool!" Wu Yongxi became excited when he mentioned it, his tongue regained his senses, and his movements were vigorous, "It was really a fight. I swam in the water, and I pushed the blue hat's head into the water like a frenzy—— It's a pity that there is no underwater camera, otherwise you can see how much I..."

"Zongheng fart! You only had the whites of your eyes when I took the order." Zhan Xing, who was truncated, also snapped back, "I fucking thought you were going to pass, I was so scared that I gave you two big piapias." Mouth."

"..." Wu Yongxi finally knew why his face was aching.

"Also," Yao An added, chewing on the sweet potato skin, "I was the one you pushed into the water."

"..."

Zhou Huan: "Drink Coke?"

Wu Yongxi couldn't bear it anymore, and slammed his fist on the table: "Boss, thank you for the song "No Place to Shame"!"

This started to hang out, Zhan Xing went to the shed next door to get an external speaker, and was adjusting the bluetooth, Yao An watched the excitement, and his elbows were not protected from earthquakes.

He moved his hand away and clicked in. The normally smiling face suddenly became stupid, and the hand supporting the table fell directly.

Yao Jianqi sent him an oil painting.

It's his belly.

and below.

Thumb paint stained the cap of the turpentine bottle, and before it could be screwed on, the phone rang.

Faster than he expected.

Yao Jianqi was not in a hurry to pick it up, and even put it aside on purpose. He dipped three black bristle brushes in thinner, put the transparent palette in the sink, and rubbed his palms carefully with a towel. Click to answer.

"Yao Jianqi!!!"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't feel calm at all because of this deliberate delay. Yao Jianqi felt even more joyful when he perceived his state from the pitch.

"Shh," he said, "don't get excited."

"Tell the truth." Yao An's breath was a little unsteady, and he barely suppressed it, "Who taught you?!"

Yao Jianqi smiled: "Do you need to teach?"

"..."

There was no sound for a while, I don't know if he choked on him, or clicked on the picture again.

"Why didn't I know you have such a good memory?" After a while, Yao An gritted his teeth.

Yao Jianqi tried his best to suppress his smile, held the upper edge of the oil painting frame, turned the corner of the painting on the table, and pointed it at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him.

The trance widened the distance, as if they were standing opposite each other.

"I have a bad memory," he said, "so I have to learn from the past."

damn it.Yao An cursed with all his heart, and at the same time, his ears burned uncontrollably, hotter than a hearthstone.

After being dumb for a long time, he finally burst out: "I have known you for nothing these years."

Yao Jianqi couldn't help being teased by his words, he stared meticulously at the painting in the mirror, thinking hard: "Next time you can be a model, I will find a Saturday afternoon with better light, right in front of this window, you lie on my On the clothes, it is difficult to keep still, and I am not in a hurry, just paint one color block at a time, and I will remember to apply beeswax at the end."

I don't know if it was because of Yao Jianqi's words, or his unique tone when explaining, Yao An was almost dragged into such a situation by him, even in such a noisy place, he was just standing outside the plastic shed.

"How is it?" Yao Jianqi asked.

Yao An was awakened at once, and he clasped his hands, walked around outside the shed for a few times to dispel the fire: "Don't even think about it!"

"You will agree." Yao Jianqi was always sure.

Yao An was very eager to shake Yao Jianqi's self-confidence, even if it was only a small part, but the fact was that at any time, he could not guarantee that he would have the ambition to reject Yao Jianqi.

In the end, he babbled like escape and compromise: "What did you do today?"

"—except painting." He added the necessary addition.

Yao Jianqi seemed to be laughing, so he let him go after laughing, and replied along the way: "I did 40 sit-ups, went for a walk in the street, bought a book, met Teacher Jiang, and bought me a drink." Had coffee and chatted for a while."

The conversation was on the right track, Yao An squatted down relaxedly, and picked a piece of dogtail grass: "What are you talking about?"

"Everyday, draw."

Yao An twirled the grass, nodded, and remembered that he couldn't see, so he asked, "No?"

Yao Jianqi paused and said, "She introduced me to a school."

"Very good, where is it?"

"France."

clack.

The grass stalk was cut into two pieces on Yao An's index finger, and the juice leaked out, which was strangely astringent.

"......do you want to go?"

"It's not something you can do if you think about it."

"What if it's possible." Yao An asked again, "What if it's possible?"

His fingers were still twirling, but the grass core had already fallen to the ground, dry and long.

"Yao An, are you asking the question knowingly?" Yao Jianqi was still so gentle, as if he didn't know how difficult these few seconds were for him.

"I'm tied to your hand, and I'm not going anywhere."

The hoarse vocals resounded throughout the street through the trolley amplifier, drumming every young cadmium red heart.

"Among the crowds, there are you and me, both charming and beautiful...

don't say too much, you know

What do you and i want to do

......"

It was the golden age of the Panthers, hysterically abundant and hopelessly mad.

Yao An returned to the sweltering studio, and was still dizzy when he sat down. The song was over, and the sound of the metal diaphragm was still in his ears. He forgot where he was for a while.

"Here, return to the soul." Zhan Xing stuffed a stick into his hand.

Yao An put it in his mouth without even looking at it, like chewing wood.

Wu Yongxi just came back after sending the speaker, and said with a sigh of relief: "The blue team is also having dinner there, and they almost ran into each other. It's dangerous."

Zhou Huan laughed at him behind his back and just talked face to face, and the two of them pinched, fighting and fighting, which became one of the background sounds.

"Yao An." Zhan Xing squeezed a can of beer, "Are you..."

"What is this?" Yao An twisted his face, holding up half of the stick to measure back and forth, his mouth still moving, "I can't even chew it."

Zhan Xing took a closer look, and finally distinguished this slightly hideous meat skewer from the cumin pepper noodles.

He said calmly, "Roast the bullwhip."

Yao An: "What?"

Zhan Xing: "Toast the bullwhip, I think you might need—ah! Kill someone!!"

The sound of fat beating and begging for mercy was quickly covered by a new round of cooking sounds, just like a new round of Xia.