Arranged marriages

Wen Zhaofei planned very carefully and rigorously. His wedding was arranged on May [-]th. From May [-]st to May [-]nd, he invited his friends of the same age to come to Thailand in advance to have a bachelor party with the two newcomers. There are elders coming one after another, which not only meets the fun needs of young people, but also takes care of the mood of the elderly.

He Yiming was also invited to the bachelor party. Although he suspected that Wen Zhaofei was deliberately disgusting him, he didn't care. He even planned to travel at public expense during the holiday.

Anyway, Wen Zhaofei was reimbursed for air tickets and accommodation expenses, so if you don't play, you won't play for nothing.

He Yiming and Wen Zhaofei were on the same flight, Wen Zhaofei and Gao Si booked the first-class cabin, but He Yiming was offered a general ticket.He Yiming protested, Wen Zhaofei rolled his eyes at him: "You paid for the upgrade yourself, I don't want to see you."

"Do I want to see you?" He Yiming was furious, "If you don't sit, don't sit, just fly for a few hours, I'm not squeamish at all."

So Wen Zhaofei and him parted ways after the security check, Wen Zhaofei and Gao Si went to the first-class lounge, and he was only worthy to wait in the ordinary terminal with most people.

He watched Wen Zhaofei leave.Today Wen Zhaofei is wearing a black casual suit with straight-leg pants, and a thin belt on the suit.Gao Si carried the guitar on his back, and kept rubbing the hands around Wen Zhaofei's waist. Compared with Gao Si who looked like a fitness trainer, Wen Zhaofei, who was [-], looked petite and clingy.

Wen Zhaofei's waist is actually very thin, and he usually doesn't feel it, but once the belt is tied up, it will make it easy to hold.

He Yiming looked at Wen Zhaofei's back for a long time, and felt that his focus was strange, so he sighed, turned and walked towards the waiting area.

After getting off the plane, a heat wave hit our faces. Thailand was nearly ten degrees hotter than the country. He Yiming took off his sweater, leaving only a T-shirt inside, feeling cool.

The two people in the first-class cabin walked in front of him. Wen Zhaofei had already taken off his suit jacket, and inside was a draped shirt, made of linen, which looked a bit see-through, revealing Wen Zhaofei's wide shoulders and narrow waist, especially the shirt. Tucked into the straight-leg pants, the proportion of the legs is visually elongated, and it looks like a male model.

For some people, the airport is his catwalk.

He Yiming looked down at his hip-hop sweater and adlv T-shirt, and felt that he was so childish.

He attributed this to the difference in the working environment between the two.As a senior programmer, the men and women in the working group are equipped with plaid shirts as standard. They are often so busy that they take care of the studio day and night, so there is no time to dress up.He also wanted to gain exquisite freedom, but he was afraid that he would be fired if he turned around.

But Wen Zhaofei is different. As a financial person who faces the computer twelve hours a day, although the work intensity is high, he can basically get off work steadily, which means freedom of time.It is normal for Wen Zhaofei to be more like a social elite than him.

He Yiming, who was good at making excuses for himself, quickly convinced himself, and got into a car by himself to go to the hotel.Wen Zhaofei arrived before him, waiting for him at the hotel entrance, and asked angrily: "Do you have an appointment for dinner? How about we eat together?"

"Where's Gao Si?" He Yiming asked, "Why are you calling me if you don't ask your husband to be with you?"

Although they have always eaten together in junior high and high school, it is because their parents are good friends who have known each other for many years, and they made an appointment to send meals for a week, alternately.They can choose not to eat with each other, but they have to bear the risk of starving for a week and only having five catties left in the box.

Wen Zhaofei's face was so gloomy that he could drip water, but he didn't lose his temper at He Yiming, he just explained: "He went to find his friend in Thailand and said he just met him. As for me, I'm worried that some people's English is too poor I can’t communicate with the locals and starve myself to death, and I’m used to it.”

"Looking for a shemale?" He Yiming didn't think about what he said, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that he was not only carrying a gun with a stick, but also had a vicious tone, especially when he hinted that Wen Zhaofei was green on the eve of Wen Zhaofei's wedding, which was extremely excessive.

Even though he and Wen Zhaofei fight every day, in matters of life, they should never curse others like this.

So He Yiming hurriedly made up for it: "What are you used to? We haven't sat at the same dinner table in six or seven years. The last time was during the college entrance examination. Your habit is too old."

Wen Zhaofei looked at He Yiming for a while as if he was mentally retarded.He Yiming thought to himself, he should have shut up a long time ago, it's better not to say anything.

He Yiming thought that Wen Zhaofei was going to have a fit, so he looked around to see if there were any security guards nearby who could help him.

Wen Zhaofei has learned Sanda very well. When it comes to real fights, he is no opponent at all in Taekwondo, which he has not practiced for a long time.

Although Wen Zhaofei looked one size smaller than him, it was because Wen Zhaofei had a small frame, not that Wen Zhaofei was really that thin. In fact, Wen Zhaofei had amazing physical strength and great strength.

He Yiming's thoughts turned and drifted elsewhere.For some reason, he suddenly remembered that since high school, in order not to look thinner than him, Wen Zhaofei would always wear shoulder pads and even wear heightening clothes when he was on the same stage with him.So I came to the conclusion that Wen Zhaofei is such a person who always pays attention to appearance.

But Wen Zhaofei didn't have a seizure, he just looked a little tired, his big eyes blinked a few times behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and he said after a while: "I said I'm used to him finding friends, what's going on in your ordinary little brain?" What are you thinking?"

He Yiming smelled the smell of family secrets, and frankly said that he felt that it was best for him not to know anything about Wen Zhaofei and Gao Si's housework, otherwise he would make a fuss if something went wrong later, so he didn't want to comment too much, lest Elicit Wen Zhaofei's description of other private matters.

But for the previous remarks similar to "curse", he subconsciously wanted to say sorry, but Wen Zhaofei said it a step ahead of him: "You homeless people won't understand."

Single dog He Yiming felt that he had been insulted: "..."

Suddenly, I didn't really want to say sorry.

He was outraged by his kindness.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Zhaofei asked impatiently: "Do you want to eat? If you don't eat, you can eat it yourself. Don't ask me for reimbursement. I'm going to starve to death."

Dinner with Wen Zhaofei Wen Zhaofei treats guests, he doesn't need to spend money, besides, his English is really not very good.

Before the overwhelmingly superior choice, He Yiming succumbed: "Eat, eat, eat, where to go?"

Wen Zhaofei glanced at him, his expression slightly pale: "I'll go upstairs to change clothes, you go to check in too, see you in the lobby in 10 minutes."

Ten minutes later, Wen Zhaofei was waiting for him in the lobby as promised. Wen Zhaofei was wearing sunglasses, a blue and white floral shirt, tucked into linen white straight-leg trousers, and paired with milky white sneakers, in order not to look so ordinary , I also brought an Omega watch with a blue chassis to match the color of the clothes.

He Yiming visually estimated that the sole of Wen Zhaofei's shoe could be three centimeters long, but he didn't know if there was any height-enhancing insole inside.

To be honest, he couldn't understand this kind of behavior. Wen Zhaofei was not short at all, he was already 1.8 meters, so why bother to wear a dwarf Le Le.He looked at the sports brand slippers under his feet. Aren't the slippers cool?

He didn't like Wen Zhaofei, and Wen Zhaofei didn't like him either.Although most of Wen Zhaofei's face was hidden under the sunglasses, He Yiming still felt Wen Zhaofei's disgust.Wen Zhaofei said: "It's so hot all the way here from S City, won't you change your clothes within 10 minutes?"

He Yiming was speechless: "I'll go back after eating and take a shower before changing. Why don't we just have a meal? It's getting dark outside and there are still people wearing sunglasses. It's really funny."

Then Wen Zhaofei had nothing to say.

It's like this every time, the two of them only love to quarrel, and when they meet, they will talk about each other until they are too lazy to talk to each other.

But He Yiming felt that he could not be blamed for this, after all, except for Wen Zhaofei, he had never been like this with others.No one in the working group has ever said that he has a bad temper.If Wen Zhaofei wasn't too strong and likes to point fingers, why would he quarrel with Wen Zhaofei?

Things would not have evolved as they do today.

After that, except for talking to others, the two of them were silent all the way.

It's nearly eight o'clock for dinner.Although Wen Zhaofei is fluent in English, the Thai people's English is not very good, and Wen Zhaofei doesn't seem to be very familiar with the neighborhood, so he found a restaurant to sit down after struggling.

At one point in the middle, He Yiming wanted to take Wen Zhaofei to find a fly restaurant to make do with it, but looking at Wen Zhaofei's expensive-looking pair of linen white trousers, he didn't have the nerve to say it.

He can barely make do with his big pants and T-shirt, but he can't drag Wen Zhaofei down to consumption.

Besides, Wen Zhaofei has a bad stomach and suffers from stomach problems all the year round.

Wen Zhaofei ate some fried rice and fried onion rings, frowned, picked up the wet towel at hand, wiped his hands, swallowed what was in his mouth, and then spoke to He Yiming: "How long...how many days will you leave on May [-]st?"

It's like looking for something to talk about, but it can also be regarded as a signal to ease the atmosphere.

He Yiming replied naturally: "Two days off, and then I have been working overtime on the previous project, so our team has five days off, I moved it to May Day, which happens to be seven days off, and I plan to play in Thailand."

As the waiter walked past him, He Yiming stretched out his hand to stop the waiter. He flipped through the menu for a long time, and finally he could only point to a sticky rice with mango and coconut milk on the menu.The waiter said he knew, said a little bit of Thai, and left.

Wen Zhaofei said, "That's it."

"What about you, how long will you let it go?" He Yiming continued the topic, "Where's your other half?"

"If I want to, I can play it for five days. If I don't want to, I don't have a day." Wen Zhaofei smiled helplessly, "Gao Si, he... who is engaged in music, except for performances, can have a holiday all year round."

It was rare for two people to have such a calm conversation. Perhaps it was the light of Buddha in Thailand that illuminated Wen Zhaofei, making the two of them peaceful at the same time.When the glutinous rice was on the table, He Yiming pushed the plate in front of Wen Zhaofei, and he was very considerate: "Don't eat that fish, the Thai taste is sour and spicy, it hurts the stomach."

Wen Zhaofei froze for a moment, then immediately withdrew that undignified expression.He put down his chopsticks: "No need, I'm full."

He is indeed not hungry, it's not that he looks down on He Yiming's kindness.But as far as the relationship between the two of them is concerned, he may not believe the other party when he explained it, so he can only put down the chopsticks. Although this action is meaningless, it is embarrassing to do anything, so there is no need to discuss the meaning.

He Yiming looked up at him, picked up a mouthful of Thai style lemon fish and ate it without saying anything.

The glutinous rice was specially ordered for Wen Zhaofei, and He Yiming didn't like sweets, so when the two of them left the restaurant, no one touched that dish, as if all the efforts they had made were in vain.The sea breeze in the evening blows He Yiming's whole body, somehow it reminds him of the physics problem in high school, the balance forces cancel each other out, and the object remains still, just like he rarely shows kindness to Wen Zhaofei. Turned into a cold meal, the rice remained motionless.

He Yiming thought, he is here to play, to do physics problems.

The author says:

The author holds melon seeds and blesses them to fight (bushi