honey has fallen

Yan Buxi lay on the sofa, turned off the light, leaned on his arms in the dark, and thought over Tang Yun's words many times.He has lived like this since he was a child, but no one has ever said it so bluntly like Tang Yun.A genius who doesn't work hard will eventually lose everyone and become a hurt Zhongyong. I learned this story in junior high school Chinese class, and if I don't like it, I will eventually become a mediocre person.

On the other hand, Tang Yun, although he did not graduate from a good university and his family background is not good, but he has the pride born of self-improvement.I was probably attracted by him.

A slight sigh came from the dark living room, Yan Buxi lifted Tang Yun's bandaged finger, and brought it to the tip of his nose to smell the bitter smell of the wound medicine.

You should think about it yourself.

Tang Yun didn't know that his simple two sentences made Yan Buxi think about his life all night, and he got up early to go to work as usual the next day. When he passed by the living room, someone was still asleep, Tang Yun simply beat two raw eggs on the bed. Add salt and vinegar to the bowl and put it in the microwave to set it up, leaving Yan Buxi a bowl of egg custard before going out with the bag on his back.

As soon as Tang Yun walked away, Yan Buxi opened his eyes. He was not asleep at all. Tang Yun's rustling movements in the kitchen just now were heard in his ears, but he didn't open his eyes because he was very confused. It has nothing to do with anything else, it's just that after thinking about it all night, my mind is even more confused, and I don't know what I should do in the future-to support my family.

If the Yan family's funds are cut off, what can he do to support himself and Tang Yun.Yan Buxi walked into the study with his slippers on, and took out the black card with the glittering golden card strip from the drawer, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then took it in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

Starting today, he wants to try it on his own.

It's still early, before 06:30, Yan Buxi waited for the egg custard in the microwave to heat up, and in this spare time, he packed his schoolbag and stuffed the piles of unfinished data into it, and then picked up the piles of sundries in the corner He took out a thick professional book, dusted it off and stuffed it into the schoolbag.

The microwave dinged, and Yan Buxi put the bag on the sofa and went into the kitchen to serve the custard. He still didn't have a long memory after being scalded so many times last night, so he directly took it with his hands after opening it.

"Hiss—" Yan Buxi withdrew his hand reflexively as soon as his fingertips touched the edge of the bowl, but he still got scalded.I hurriedly sent it to the tap and rinsed it with cold water, and my fingertips were burning and painful.

Yan Buxi endured the pain and brought this bowl of sour food to the table. Some couldn't understand why vinegar was added. When he was a child, he ate egg custard made by his aunt at home, and when he grew up, he often ordered white steamed eggs for dinner.But it was the first time I tried it with vinegar, it was sour, and my tongue couldn't move.Although Tang Yun's culinary skills have always been uneven, this is the first time he cooks this kind of dark cuisine. Yan Buxi doesn't know whether he is deliberately punishing or revenge.

No matter what kind it was, he swallowed the bowl with bitter tongue.

The wind in the morning is slightly cool, there is no long hair on the forehead and the turmoil is directly brushed on the face, it is gentle and comfortable, Yan Buxi welcomes the morning light, drives out of the garage a big motorcycle that he has not favored for a long time, the clutch is loosened and tightened, the accelerator pedal Soaring rushed out with a whimper.

When Wu Fei entered the laboratory, he saw a handsome, short-haired guy sitting at the desk concentrating on calculations, and he rubbed his eyes for a long time before he dared to recognize him.

"Damn it..." Wu Fei stared unreally at the "transformed" Yan Buxi as if he saw a living little dinosaur. He took a small step around the experimental table, put his arms on the opposite side of Yan Buxi's table, and asked : "Are you from the palace or have you destroyed human desires? Has any eminent monk saved you?" His eyes were still unbelievable, and he raised his hand to touch Yan Buxi's hair when he slapped it away.

Yan didn't like to look up and continued to calculate in his hands. He used a new algorithm absorbed from his seniors. Now his brain is like a computer that processes data precisely. It can't be disconnected from the network, and there can't be a little space to talk to this person. .

Wu Fei could see that he was busy, so he didn't bother anyone who was sensible, and sat down opposite him with a mysterious face, lying on the table like an ancient child looking at a thin horse, carefully saying what he said up and down, left, right, and right. Xi looked at it 360 degrees.

Yan Buxi was raped by his eyes, gritted his back molars, and wrote faster and faster with his hands. When the last stroke fell, the tip of the pen directly scratched the paper.He dropped his pen, stepped on a stool, stepped over, grabbed Wu Fei by the neck and pressed him on the table. "Look, look at your uncle! Your father has such an incomparably handsome and handsome face, do you know if you take a look and miss it!"

Yan Buxi's hands were strong, and Wu Fei couldn't get up even when he was pressed on the table with his teeth and claws, unwilling to show weakness and make noise. "You are angry from embarrassment."

"Did you do o, didn't you, if you want to be tried by x after you have more x, then you will know that you are cheap."

"Hiss—" Yan Buxi picked him up. "I'll let you try it another day, see if I'm 1 or 0."

When Zhang Mengmeng walked to the door, he only heard "Is it 1 or 0", and stood blankly at the door, watching Yan Buxi and Wu Fei lying on the table in an ambiguous overlapping position, not even knowing what to say for a while How to say.Suddenly remembered the boyfriend Yan Buxi had mentioned before.

No wonder Wu Fei didn't want to calculate the data, so he took the initiative to do it.

No wonder Yan Buxi always bought seafood to the lab.

No wonder Yan Buxi was so tired last time that he didn't let Wu Fei stay and help.

No wonder Wu Fei wanted to drag him away when she wanted to confess her love at the door of the laboratory last time.Zhang Mengmeng felt very sour after trying to understand all this.

Looking at Wu Fei's flat body without a butt, Zhang Mengmeng lowered her head to look at her well-developed front peak, and her lordotic curve - she didn't understand where she lost.

Under the oppression of Yan Buxi, Wu Fei groped forward with his hands and suddenly came across the stack of calculated data drafts.The densely packed paper with handwriting was thrown into the air and scattered down one after another, it was comparable to throwing down the cub that Yan Buxi worked so hard to give birth to!

"Damn it—" Yan Buxi's eyes widened, and he hurriedly let go of his hands and feet to collect his hard work, yelling loudly: "Wu Fei, you're done, tonight I won't let you call me daddy, I won't talk sexually."

The threat of this sentence is probably equivalent to "see you in the woods after school" in elementary school and "let the school gate block you" in middle school.But it fell into the ears of Zhang Mengmeng, who was imagining Brokeback Mountain, and actually imagined a forced ban scene.

A person came from a distance at the end of the corridor. The bouquet of roses in his hand was delicate and charming, wrapped in dark black silk paper and gauze, it looked noble and elegant, and looked expensive.The man was wearing a florist's work cap and a mask with great care, his entire face was tightly covered.

Zhang Mengmeng quietly watched the tall flower shop boy approaching.Judging from the pair of beautiful eyes that are only exposed, this man must be a handsome guy.

The handsome guy stopped in front of her and said politely, "Hi, may I ask..."

"If you don't like it, I'll fuck it | Your uncle, don't pick up my trousers, you're going to fuck me!" Wu Fei's donkey voice came out from the open door, abruptly interrupting the flower delivery boy.

They are all from the same laboratory, and Zhang Mengmeng suddenly felt a group of crows flying overhead, which was very embarrassing.After eavesdropping for so long, it was a coincidence that the two of them started talking nasty in front of outsiders, Zhang Mengmeng's mouth twitched for a long time and finally pulled out a blunt smile.

The flower delivery boy still looked at Zhang Mengmeng, and said flatly as if he hadn't heard the words: "These are the flowers ordered by Mr. Wu inside, can you pass them on to me?"

"Oh." Zhang Mengmeng nodded slowly and took it.

The little brother nodded politely. "Thank you." Then he turned around and left without looking back, and quickly disappeared at the stairs.

Zhang Mengmeng was a little fuzzy, why did he feel that the little brother's eyes were a little cold and alienated when he was leaving just now.

The author says:

Xiaoyan is ready to go home and kneel on the washboard! ps: I actually like to eat egg custard with vinegar, but it seems that there are really few such flavors.