why don't you tag me

Zhao Xiqian suddenly raised his head and looked towards the opposite side. The crowd was crowded and he couldn't find the target for a while. He didn't see Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming was the netizen whom he met from playing games. At that time, he did not expect to be a student of a nearby sports school, let alone a 1.8-meter-eight sports student.

I always thought he was a man who was not mature enough.

"Where are you?" Zhao Xiqian thought that Zhang Yiming was lying to him, but what if he was lying, he needed someone to sue, of course, it would be best if he could have a small cup.

"Stand where you are and wait for me for 3 minutes." Zhao Xiqian felt that he had been tricked, and stood there in a daze, still being blown by the evening wind on his cheeks, quite comfortable.

He put down his phone and checked the time. There were three minutes to nine o'clock, so just trust him for now.

The red light came on twice, and the people coming and going saw him standing where he was, with the smell of alcohol on his body, and they all avoided him for fear of getting into any trouble.

"Ten seconds left, if I don't come, I'll leave, liar." Zhao Xiqian said silently.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three...

"Brother Zhao, I'm here, here." Zhang Yiming, who was already tall, jumped up and waved his arms, shouting at the top of his voice. It was hard for Zhao Xiqian to pay attention.

Seeing Zhang Yiming showing his big white teeth and smiling so happily, he couldn't help sighing that it is good to be young, and he is so eye-catching in casual sportswear, of course, the main reason is that he has a good face.

When the green light came on, Zhang Yiming ran in big strides, the wind poured into his chest, and he ran up to Zhao Xiqian. He even boldly wanted to give him a hug, but Zhao Xiqian quickly stopped him, stretched out his index finger, and reached out. On Zhang Yiming's chest.

"I smell of alcohol, it stinks too much." Zhao Xiqian couldn't help explaining seeing his resentful expression, and it was barely counted, this was the second meeting between the two.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiqian lowered his head and sniffed his clothes, pretending to be disgusted.

Zhang Yiming smiled, eyebrows curved, and said, "It's not a problem, I also smell of sweat."

Zhao Xiqian thought to himself, young people are different, even if it smells like sweat, it smells like youth hormones, and there is no way to compare it with people in their thirties.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Xiqian asked.

"I work part-time in the gym and saw you here when I was handing out leaflets. What about you?" Zhang Yiming tilted his head. From this angle, he could see Zhao Xiqian's eyelashes fluttering up and down like feathers, gently touching his heart.

Zhao Xiqian pointed to the hotel not far away. There were staff cleaning the fireworks at the entrance of the hotel, and there were two or three drunk people talking loudly at the entrance, as if they were consolidating the vulnerable friendship.

"Participating in a friend's wedding." Zhao Xiqian lamented that he is really not young anymore, and attending a colleague's wedding can also hurt the spring and the autumn like this.

What happened to me?It hasn't been like this in the past few years.

"Predecessor?" Zhang Yiming asked tentatively.

Zhao Xiqian was stunned for a few seconds before he smiled and said, "No, it's a colleague. How can you say it's my ex? See how lonely I am alone?"

"You don't seem to be in a very good mood." Zhang Yiming said softly. He is not particularly good at guessing other people's thoughts, but he has an inexplicable sense of stability and ruthlessness when it comes to Zhao Xiqian.

Zhao Xiqian shook his head and said, "It's okay. So-so."

The topic came to an abrupt end here, neither of them are good at socializing, they were both very excited on the Internet, but when they met in real life, they became cautious again, the real status of contemporary people.

It was only when Zhao Xiqian came to the intersection that he realized that if he wanted to go home, he should have taken a taxi there just now, so why did he follow along. "Are you going to take the bus back to school over there?"

"No, I still have a part-time job." Zhang Yiming said.

"It's past nine o'clock." Zhao Xiqian said casually, not noticing the change in Zhang Yiming's face at all.

"There's a lot of money at night," Zhang Yiming said.

Zhao Xiqian didn't intend to delve into this topic further, it would hurt the self-esteem of the young man very much, what he had to think about now was, what about going home?

Seeing that Zhao Xiqian was silent, Zhang Yiming asked, "You're not curious, what part-time job do you do at night?"

"That's your business." Zhao Xiqian blurted out, but the truth is true, but it seems a bit hurtful to say it like this, and according to Zhao Xiqian's judgment, Zhang Yiming is a sensitive person.

"Sorting the courier, I don't start the night shift until twelve o'clock, I'll take you back." Zhang Yiming said, even if he cared about what Zhao Xiqian said, it took only a dozen seconds before he recovered.

"Why did you send me home?" Zhao Xiqian asked, such a question is like an irresponsible scumbag, why did you send you home, didn't you count thirteen in your mind?

Zhang Yiming stopped and turned his head to look at Zhao Xiqian. He seemed to be talking without thinking.

"Is there something on my face?" Zhao Xiqian asked.

"No." Zhang Yiming got angry, and walked quickly a few steps angrily, then slowed down as if remembering something.Then, he opened his mouth and said, "Why haven't you played games recently?"

"Busy at work." Zhao Xiqian responded coldly, but kept up with the pace, obviously not the direction to go home.

"No wonder."

"No wonder what?" Zhao Xiqian looked at Zhang Yiming, whose ears turned red at some point.

"It's nothing." Zhang Yiming wanted to say, no wonder you looked unhappy, but he didn't seem to be unhappy because he was busy with work. "How do you go back?"

"Aren't you going to send me back? Go back." Zhao Xiqian was a little bit arrogant, knowing that Zhang Yiming had feelings for him, but the feelings of 21-year-olds like them were really in it , they just don't fit into one person.

But then again, I still haven't gotten used to it after so long.

[The author has something to say: Listening to songs in Qing Bar, the wine in the south, I love Chongqing so much]