Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

Song Yan was already irritated by these complicated and trivial skirt sleeves. Hearing the movement, he looked up and saw someone was lifting the curtain, peeping blatantly, and asked blankly: "Do you want to die?"

Xia Zhiye is as good as others: "I'll just take a look."

Song Yan: "Look at the fart."

A very irritable sentence.

Then Xia Zhiye was kicked out.

The pain is very real, it seems that I have not accidentally inhaled any hallucinogens, and Song Yan has not been possessed by any goblins.

After all, goblins generally don't have such a bad temper.

And this real pain made Xia Zhiye feel like he was straightening up again in a trance.

Should have come straight back.

Just now, it was just the dopamine secretion caused by the surge of adrenaline after seeing the strange scene normally.

Xia Zhiye stood at the door of the fitting room, holding his collar and fanning the wind, doing rational scientific analysis.

Is the owner of this store too stingy?

In such a big store, in this kind of autumn, the air conditioner is not turned on in the fitting room, which makes people feel stuffy and hot, with dry mouth and tongue.

The curtain behind him is drawn.

Xia Zhiye turned his head and saw that Song Yan had changed back to the black T jeans before, and he was slightly disappointed without noticing it.

Song Yan felt baffled: "What expression do you have?"

"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye slapped his collar twice again, "Why did you change your clothes back?"

"It's too troublesome to put on."

"But you look good in women's clothes."

"..."

"Hiss—take it easy, it hurts."

When Kong Xiaoxiao heard the movement, she didn't want to care about why their dignified school bully was beaten up again, she just asked Song Yan: "The clothes don't fit?"

Song Yan let go of Xia Zhiye: "It's too complicated."

"That's it...then I'll choose something simpler, otherwise it will be too late to change clothes during the intermission." Kong Xiaoxiao didn't get entangled in this matter, "Anyway, we hate brother's good looks, casually gorgeous clothes, clothes It's just an outsider, it doesn't matter at all."

The ultimate example of flattery.

But Song Yan was not at all happy about this compliment, and slapped Xia Zhiye's paw away with his backhand.

Xia Zhiye clicked his tongue, it would be great if someone's temper was as soft as his ears.

·

After choosing the clothes, paying the deposit, and making an appointment for the two-day schedule of 9.29 and 9.30, there is nothing else to do for the time being.

At three or four in the afternoon, it was swelteringly hot.

Kong Xiaoxiao sighed: "It's already the beginning of autumn, when will it cool down?"

Zhao Ruiwen pushed his glasses: "I counted, it will start to rain next week, and then the temperature will continue to drop."

"By then, Dad, I'll be so hot." Kong Xiaoxiao hangs out with a group of these old men a lot, and she speaks rough words, and waits for the bus, waiting impatiently, and looks around, "Hey, there's a dessert shop there , let's go drink some ice."

As long as Xiaopang eats, he agrees, and Zhao Ruiwen agrees as long as Kong Xiaoxiao says.

Xia Zhiye glanced at a classmate next to him who was wearing a mask and said nothing, and found that the skin outside his neckline had been sunburned and red.

But even if the bus comes at this point, sitting on it will continue to be exposed to the sun, so it is better to go and rest first.

So he hooked Song Yan's neck and said, "Let's go, treat you to dessert."

Xia Zhiye said that please is really please, and the gesture of paying the bill is very skillful, and the others are also laughing and not taking it seriously.

Song Yan originally wanted to pay the bill, but felt that the act of rushing to pay the bill was particularly silly for a middle-aged person, so he didn't say anything.

I was just wondering what the hell was this guy doing all day long?Do you think it smells good to call you sister a few more times?

Xia Zhiye didn't know what the young master was thinking, so he put the ice lemonade in front of him: "Are you sure you want this?"

Five yuan for a big cup, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like this young master's taste.

Song Yan showed no expression: "I don't like sweet ones."

Fine.

Xia Zhiye made another note in his memo.

Several people found a large table in the corner of the dessert shop and sat down.

Zhao Ruiwen took out a stack of printed A4 paper: "The script is finished. Why don't you check the newly added lines now to see if there is anything to be changed. Then when Liu Yue comes back next week, he can directly rehearse Already, next week there will be a complete rehearsal to prepare for the performance."

There were no other customers in the store except them, and the two clerks were also drowsy.

Although Song Yan is not very interested in this matter.But it belongs to the temperament that is not willing to delay in doing anything: "Okay."

The whole drama is generally a comedy, the dialogue is easy and funny, and there are many jokes, and basically everything is very smooth.

The rest are the few serious scenes in comedy.

Zhao Ruiwen turned the page: "Here it is, my favorite phrase is here."

Xia Zhiye glanced at it: "You use so many lines in other people's Huangmei Opera, won't people sue you for infringement?"

"What you said, the next door is still copying Lei Yu's script, this is called public copyright, do you understand? And I also marked the source very professionally, so it seems that our class is very artistic." Zhao Ruiwen is straightforward.

Xia Zhiye: "Okay."

She drank some water, moistened her throat, and read slowly: "Yingtai is not a daughter, why is there a ring mark on her ear?"

"There is a reason for the scars on the earrings. Brother Liang, why should he be suspicious? There are many temple fairs in the village, and I play the role of Guanyin every year..."

"Brother Yan, that's not right." Zhao Ruiwen interrupted Song Yan's AI-style reading, "You should be nervous, nervous, a little bit shy but also strong and calm, to cover up the girl's Huaichun..."

Song Yan watched him calmly.

He shrank back and stretched out his hand: "You continue."

Xia Zhiye laughed lowly: "Do it again?"

Song Yan also felt that what he did just now was meaningless to the lines, so he slapped the wind twice by his neckline: "Yeah."

He is thinner than most boys of his age, and the neckline of his T-shirt is a little too big. With this stretch, Xia Zhiye can see his thin shoulders and collarbone from Xia Zhiye's perspective. The picture seen in the dressing room.

After Song Yan finished reading his lines and did not wait for him to respond for a long time, he tapped the table twice before he came back to his senses.

Then I happened to see the small hole in Song Yan's right ear, and followed me in a strange way: "I dare not look at Guanyin from now on."

Song Yan didn't notice anything strange: "Why don't you dare to watch Guanyin?"

Xia Zhiye stopped answering the words again.

Song Yan knocked on the table twice impatiently: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye came back to his senses, and leaned back in the chair, so that he could better look at Song Yan's whole person, "I was just wondering if you were really a woman disguised as a man."

"?"

"Otherwise, why never change clothes in front of me?"

"..."

Then it entered the familiar link of Song Yan beating people and Xia Zhiye coaxing people.

But the beating wasn't really a beating, the fist came out hard and fell softly, like a kitten scratching an itch.

Coaxing is really coaxing, the person who is coaxing bends his eyebrows and eyes, full of good-natured smiles that think the other party is cute.

Kong Xiaoxiao turned to look at Zhao Ruiwen expressionlessly: "Is this scene familiar?"

Zhao Ruiwen nodded understandingly: "It's like this every time I make a fool of myself to tease our cat."

Sure enough.

Kong Xiaoxiao lowered her head numbly, and sent a message to Xia Zhiye: [Master Xia, it doesn’t matter if you don’t dress up as a woman, gender is not a problem]

·

When Xia Zhiye saw the news, he had already taken a bath and went to bed at night.

I tapped twice next to the words "gender is not a problem" with my fingertips, and then I understood what Kong Xiaoxiao was talking about.

It’s okay if I don’t talk about it, but once I talk about it, it’s like going back to the moment when I raised the curtain of the fitting room in the afternoon.

As if under a voodoo, he could trace every detail and every shape of that picture with perfect score, and probably put on some kind of memory filter. When he recalled that picture, he felt that strange feeling in the afternoon. Then it revived.

But I can't bend myself.

After all, it has been sixteen or seventeen years, and there has never been a time when the strange consciousness has awakened.

Moreover, Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu both looked like dogs and were quite attractive. I started hanging out with them in junior high school, fighting, sleeping together, taking a bath together, and taking hygiene classes together.

Get along day and night, have done everything, if I really have that tendency, why don't I feel it at all, I just think how these two stupid sons can be so stupid.

So you should still be straight.

Xia Zhiye was confident in this aspect, but in the afternoon he felt a bit beyond his knowledge blind zone.

Lying on the bed, with one hand resting on the back of the head, the other hand was nodding on the message that Kong Xiaoxiao sent, thinking about his life that was about to reach a fork in the road.

Thinking, thinking, thinking of something.

Swiping down with his finger, he began to search through the chat records of the previous few days.

It didn't take two strokes to see the legendary reference material about "changes and possibilities of biological human reproduction in the future".

After hesitating for three seconds, he clicked in.

After 10 minutes, backed out.

As expected, he still couldn't understand why the legendary fresh, abstinent, and reticent prince who hated men to the extreme would turn into a talkative offspring who could play anything the moment he saw the man and wife take off their clothes.

I can't understand why the school grass and the school bully fought because of something that smelled like perfume, and the school bully bit the school grass on the neck again, and then the school grass became pregnant miraculously as a male creature.

This world is not his domain.

So he should still be straight, Song Yan is just his good brother.

Xia Zhiye got the answer, threw the phone away, turned off the light, and fell asleep confidently.

Probably thinking about it every day and dreaming at night.

While half asleep and half awake, Xia Zhiye seemed to hear someone calling him Lord.

Looking back, the wind brought up a white gauze, and the moonlight streamed down. There was a person in a red dress standing in front of the window. The skirt was half loose and slowly faded from the shoulders little by little.

A slender neck, thin shoulder blades, sharp butterfly bones, a slender waist, cold white skin like frost, and a burning red robe.

Xia Zhiye remembered that this was the wedding scene in Chapter 1 of "The Overbearing Prince's Next Court Man's Wife", and rationally told him that the following episodes were not suitable for him as a minor to watch for the time being, but his dream was out of control, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help it. Look away.

So he could only watch the man turn sideways slowly, his face shrouded in hazy moonlight, he couldn't see clearly, only the small ear hole on the earlobe was eye-catching like a cinnabar mole.

When Xia Zhiye woke up again, his pajamas were completely soaked in sweat, and he was uncomfortable.

He separated his legs, sat up with his knees bent, propped his elbows on his knees, lowered his head and scratched his head irritably twice.

Hold.

How could he be so sorry to brother in his dream.