dissatisfied [e-sports]

Lunar New Year's eve.

The sun was shining brightly, the thin snow was melting, and the ground was wet with moisture.

More than half of the city of Modu was empty, and the roads were no longer blocked that day, and the expressway around the city finally deserved its name.

Yan Yibing had to go to his grandma's house in Guangzhou to celebrate the New Year with his parents.

Last year they stayed in Shanghai and spent time with their grandmother's house. This year, according to the agreement, it's time to visit grandma.

This time, there is no way to take Han Mo with him, and there is no way to find any reason. Even if he comes out to his parents on the spot, they may not be able to accept Han Mo and leave immediately.

This seemed to be the first time in the past year that he was far away from Han Mo.

Instead of driving, they chose to fly.

Before leaving, Yan Yibing had been very calm.

After all, it's only for four or five days, and it's not a long time to be separated, and we usually see each other almost every day, so there's nothing to be pretentious about.

Han Mo offered to send her off to the plane.

But seeing off the plane was also weird, so Han Mo thought of a reason and told Yan Yibing's parents that he was going back to his mother's hometown, and the plane was on the same day, about the same time, so they could go together.

Yan's father, Yan's mother didn't realize it at all, and readily accepted the statement, and warmly invited Han Mo to go with them, so as not to waste money by taking a taxi.

On the same day, Yan's father drove, and a group of four went straight to Pudong Airport.

When Yan Yibing was sitting in the car, he was still calm, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, tapping his fingers on his knees, and looking out the window leisurely.

But Han Mo kept talking.

Han Mo: "Master, we have time to double row together during Chinese New Year."

Yan Yibing: "Okay, tell me when you're training, don't practice secretly by yourself."

Han Mo smiled: "Okay, if Master is willing, I will take you with me when I am hard."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo is sure that he can't keep up with Prince's training intensity.

He was very angry, because he really couldn't keep up. After all, he was an old man who stepped out of the professional arena. How could he compare with a 19-year-old kid.

Han Mo: "Don't forget to bring me some Guangzhou specialties, I haven't been there yet."

Yan Yibing: "It's super delicious, especially the morning tea, which is very delicate, and the roast goose and char siu are also delicious. I also like rice rolls. I often eat them when I was young. The taste of each restaurant is different. Next time you go I'll take you to eat."

Han Mo: "Okay, I will definitely like what Master likes."

Yan Yibing pondered for a while, his words were a bit dark and sweet, he glanced at his parents guilty, but they simply didn't pay attention.

Han Mo is actually from the north, so he doesn't know much about the special snacks in the south.

When he was six or seven years old, Han Tang began to think about starting a business, and he failed repeatedly.

When he was eight or nine years old, Han Tang finally figured out the way, and moved his family to Shanghai to start a new entrepreneurial career.

Not long after arriving in Shanghai, Hantang found out that finding a rich woman could save him 20 years of struggle, so he happily cheated and left him and his mother in this city.

At that time, Han Mo was already studying here, and Bei Jingzhu felt that the educational resources in big cities were better, so she didn't go back to her hometown and gritted her teeth to support Han Mo alone.

Han Mo: "Guangdong isn't cold at all, it's much more comfortable than a devil."

Although the temperature in Shanghai is good most of the time, there are always one or two months where you can't live without the air conditioner and electric heater.

Yan Yibing: "It must be much more comfortable. It's only cold for one week a year. You need to wear a padded jacket. Most of the time in winter, a long sleeve is enough."

Han Mo: "Well, pay attention to the temperature difference, don't worry about catching a cold, and prepare for the global competition after the next year."

Han Mo: "Drink less alcohol during the Chinese New Year, you'll be too busy when you're drunk."

Yan Yibing: "Nonsense, rumors, slander, my wine tastes very good."

Han Mo: "I have a recording."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He remembered the recording of himself shamefully saying that he wanted to be Hanmo's girl.

It's kind of funny to think about it.

He used to think that Han Mo recorded this paragraph to humiliate him and to save his black material.

It was only later that I learned that in every silent night, Han Mo needed this recording to anesthetize himself and obtain comfort.

Han Mo's original recording was not scheming, it was purely a blind worship of idols, so much so that he wanted to keep every moment of his heart.

Funny and a little distressed.

Before he knew it, Han Mo suffered a lot.

The car quickly drove to the airport.

Yanfu is a very planned person.

He doesn't spend most of his time at the airport, and he doesn't do things like get there an hour early in case something happens.

The so-called emergency situation is naturally extremely low probability of occurrence.

He will plan his time reasonably according to the weather and road conditions of the day, so as not to waste every 10 minutes he can work.

Over the years, his gains far outweigh his losses. His time is worth more than a few air tickets. What's more, he always buys full-price air tickets, which can be changed or refunded at any time.

So, when the car was parked in the airport parking lot and they arrived at the boarding gate smoothly along the elevator, there were still four or ten minutes before the plane took off.

The New Year's presents had already been shipped away by courier. They only brought two small boxes, which contained the clothes they changed in the past few days. They didn't need to check in the luggage, and they could check in directly through the VIP channel.

Yan Yibing and Han Mo didn't have much time to say goodbye.

Han Mo didn't buy a ticket at all, so he reasoned that check-in hadn't started yet, and watched Yan Yibing pass the security check.

Yan Yibing handed the ticket to the staff, took off his coat, and looked back.

Han Mo just stood there quietly and waved at him.

It was this waving that made Yan Yibing suddenly reluctant.

The sadness about parting that was not there along the way rolled over at this moment.

Perhaps it was the announcement sound from the airport machinery that woke him up, or maybe it was the narrow security check passage that depressed him.

He knew that unless Han Mo also had a ticket, this passage would completely cut them off.

He couldn't get out, and Han Mo couldn't get in.

The glass at the security checkpoint was frosted, he took off his clothes and was still in the box, and he only needed to turn around to see Han Mo again.

It's so close, but I can't see it.

Yan Yibing felt a strong discomfort, and he even had an urge to ask Han Mo to buy a ticket to come with him.

But this flight has also stopped selling tickets, and after a while, even check-in will be closed.

Yan Yibing couldn't help turning his head back frequently, his brows were frowning, and his chest seemed to be poured with a bottle of white vinegar.

Sour and soggy.

He finally understood the crying and hypocritical couple in the TV series, hugging and kissing at the airport and train station.

It turns out that he can also have this kind of emotion.

Falling in love really kills.

There were still people queuing up behind, so Yan Yibing had no choice but to move forward.

He finally couldn't see Han Mo at all.

But he felt that Han Mo hadn't left and was still waiting where he was.

He got dressed, picked up his luggage, and silently followed his parents to the waiting hall.

But my heart was empty, as if I couldn't laugh.

The most inhumane thing about Pudong Airport is that the venue is too big. Sometimes in order to board the plane, you have to travel a huge distance, and the escalators still go on strike from time to time.

Yan Yibing and his parents dragged their luggage to gate D13, and the ticket check had already begun.

He quickly got on the plane, sat on a chair, tore off the packing bag autistically, put on the earphones provided by the plane, and turned on the small TV to listen to music.

Yan's mother and Yan's father were sitting in front, chatting peacefully.

At first, Yan's mother couldn't find the seat belt, so Yan's father naturally leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt, then called the flight attendant and ordered a glass of orange juice for Yan's mother.

While sipping orange juice, Yan's mother called 'husband' in a soft voice.

Although Yan Yibing was wearing earphones, the quality of the earphones on the plane was mediocre and leaked everywhere. He was still abused by his parents.

After all passengers board the plane, the flight attendant reminds them to switch their mobile phones and electronic devices to flight mode.

Yan Yibing's music stopped suddenly, and the safety instructions started playing on the plane.

He tugged on the earphones, and took advantage of the flight attendant's deadline to check the phone, and quickly sent Han Mo a WeChat message.

[Yan Yibing: Buy the available flight and come to Guangzhou. 】

After sending the message, he waited another 2 minutes and had to switch his phone to airplane mode.

Soon, the plane took off, and he didn't receive any reply from Han Mo anymore.

Impulse.

I don't know what to do with Han Mo.

It must be difficult to buy tickets temporarily.

During the Spring Festival travel season, their air tickets were bought a few months earlier.

Yan Yibing looked out the window and thought for a while, then regretted it a bit.

He shouldn't have given Han Mo a problem.

Yan Yibing closed his eyes and didn't fall asleep all the way.

As soon as the plane landed at Baiyun Airport, he quickly turned on his phone and kept refreshing WeChat.

For the first time, he disliked the speed at which the phone recovered from airplane mode.

Netcom finally.

He saw Han Mo's reply.

There is only one word: "OK."

Knowing that air tickets and train tickets might not be available, Yan Yibing was relieved when he saw this word.

He used to think it was no big deal to be apart for four or five days.

But on the plane, I suddenly had an epiphany.

He is so rich and so good at fighting guerrillas, why should he be separated from the little beast for five days?

He is willing to do all impulsive things.

Yan Yibing started calling Han Mo behind his parents' back.

After a few seconds, it was connected over there.

Han Mo: "Did it land?"

Yan Yibing: "Do you have a ticket?"

Han Mo was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Today's ones are gone, but there are first-year ones."

Yan Yibing: "Then..." He couldn't bear to let Han Mo torment him again.

He returned to Shanghai on the morning of the fifth day.

Han Mo: "I bought a ticket for the first grade of junior high school, but does Master really have time to accompany me? Don't you still want to be with your family?"

Yan Yibing: "It's late at night. My family has a regular schedule. I go to bed after ten o'clock, and I don't finish the Spring Festival Gala."

Han Mo pretended to be wronged: "So Master just asked me to warm the bed?"

Yan Yibing was amused by him, and his depressed mood along the way was swept away.

He said frivolously: "Yes, I've taken a fancy to your body, will you come?"

Han Mo laughed lowly, his laughter was deep and pleasant, Yan Yibing could almost imagine him holding his phone and lowering his head and pursing his lips.

Han Mo: "Come on, I just like to warm Master's bed."

Yan's mother turned back suspiciously: "What are you busy with, hurry up and follow."

Yan Yibing raised his head and replied, "My courier is about to arrive."

Yan's mother frowned: "We're not at home these days, what kind of express delivery are you getting?"

Yan Yibing: "I want to buy it temporarily."

Yan's mother: "What did you buy?"

Yan Yibing pinched the phone, brushed the tip of his tongue across his cheeks: "Bedding."

Yan's mother sighed: "Really, I'll contact the community property to collect it for you."

Yan Yibing hurriedly said, "No, I've changed my address."

On the other end of the phone, Han Mo raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "Express delivery, bedding?"

Yan Yibing felt that he had finally pissed off Han Mo once, and was about to be complacent, when Han Mo said meaningfully: "Okay, the quality of this product is guaranteed, no refund without reason, I hope Master will make the best use of it."

Use everything...to its use?

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, trying to clear away all his fantasies, but the aftereffect of watching a lot of movies was that some scenes slipped before his eyes uncontrollably, and then he succeeded, blushing.

The author has something to say: the buyer Yan Yibing tried it for one night and decided to return the product, but the seller Hanmo refused and gave him a tube of swelling ointment.