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The name of this app is "Ningyun".

Wen Gu also used "nebula"?

Maybe a long time ago, the two passed each other in "Nebula", but they didn't know each other's names.

Sheng Zhixin accidentally pressed the app, but before he touched the screen, he heard someone coming upstairs.

He hastily turned off his cell phone, stuffed it together with the data cable under the draft paper, and just as the evidence was wiped out, the door was pushed open.

"Going down to eat," Lin Zijin stood at the door, saw his panic expression, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "It's okay."

Lin Zijin looked up and glanced around the room, and smiled slightly: "I haven't been here for a long time."

Sheng Zhixin paused: "You guys have known each other for a long time?"

"More than knowing."

Lin Zijin became interested in telling stories, so he leaned against the door and started talking: "We have known each other since we were in high school. At that time, we were rebellious and not doing business. We each had a guitar, and we found two other people to form a band together. , sang in school, sang in bars, and was cleaned up after Old Wen's father found out."

"Then what happened afterwards?" Sheng Zhixin couldn't help asking.

Lin Zijin waved his hand weakly, turned around and walked out the door: "Later, it was the final exam when he was in the top [-] in his grade and I was the last in my class. I'm so angry. Anyway, I have recognized this person's ugly face since then."

Sheng Zhixin couldn't hold back, and hid behind Lin Zijin, he laughed.

From what Lin Zijin said between the lines, he seemed to be able to see the young but high-spirited young man with a guitar on his back, walking slowly in the sunset when he returned home.

It would be nice if I could get to know him sooner.

Sheng Zhixin was brooding over the ten years he had missed Wen Gu, and when he went downstairs, he found that there was an extra woman in the living room.

He was slightly taken aback, and then he recalled that she was probably the housewife in the photo.

Mother Wen was well maintained at first glance, she sat at the dining table dignifiedly, and smiled at Sheng Zhixin.

Sheng Zhixin quickly bowed deeply: "Hello, Auntie."

The smile on Wen's mother's face was even bigger, and she beckoned Sheng Zhixin to sit down beside her: "I heard from Wen Gu that you like folk music very much?"

Sheng Zhixin cast his eyes on the man suddenly, but Wen Gu looked down at the phone and didn't notice him.

"I like it very much, but my level is limited," Sheng Zhixin said, "It's not worth mentioning for a layman."

Mother Wen sighed leisurely: "Now folk music is on the decline, but fast food is popular. It's not easy to find someone who also likes folk music."

Comrade Sheng Zhixin, who has been focusing on writing fast food songs for 18 years, coughed a little guilty.

The dining table in Wen Gu's house is not too big, and it can't accommodate the big cameramen who are staring at it next to it.Father Wen took out a folded one from the storage room and stood it aside, beckoning the staff to sit down together.

The director, who was always willing to make troubles, was a little at a loss by this enthusiastic operation. He refused to refuse with Father Wen for a long time before he sat down happily and enjoyed the entertainment with peace of mind.

Sheng Zhixin Wengu on the right, Lin Zijin on the left.Lin Zijin and the Wen family knew each other very well, they chatted with each other shortly after they were seated, and even took the responsibility of pouring the wine.

When it was Sheng Zhixin's turn to put the beer bottle on top of Sheng Zhixin's glass, Wen Gu suddenly reached out and covered it: "Don't pour it down, he can't drink it."

Lin Zijin blinked, and glanced at Sheng Zhixin meaningfully.

"Actually, I can drink it," Sheng Zhixin said, "I can..."

Wen Gu glanced at him indiscriminately, and the second half of Sheng Zhixin's words disappeared immediately.

He pondered for a while, then said solemnly, "I can drink a little."

Seeing his honest and friendly appearance, Father Wen liked him very much, and felt that Wen Gu was bullying the children: "What's the point of coming to Qingdao if you don't drink beer? You take care of yourself and don't take care of others."

Lin Zijin smiled slightly at Wen Gu, and the wheat-colored wine flew down from the mouth of the bottle and landed in Sheng Zhixin's cup.

Wen Gu looked away and said nothing, Sheng Zhixin thought about it, typed a line on his phone, and poked him.

He lowered his head, and saw a line of words written on the memo on the phone: "I will be careful, you don't have to worry about me."

Row.

Wen Gu stretched out his hand to cover the phone screen, and gently pushed it back, signaling that he knew.

Ai Xin, who was sitting opposite, watched the two of them making small movements below, and the knuckles of the hands holding the chopsticks turned white.

Father Wen took the lead in holding up the wine glass: "Everyone came to our place to play today, the hospitality is not good, please bear with me if there is any offense."

The old man has worked in the office all his life, and now he speaks very solemnly like a leader's speech.

Lin Zijin was delighted, and took the lead in clinking glasses with him: "Uncle Wen, this is an ordinary gathering, it's not an official speech, so there's no need to be so formal."

Father Wen glared at him, and everyone clinked glasses to show their friendship.

Qingdao is near the sea, so of course there are a lot of seafood on the table, all with shells.

Sheng Zhi’s new home is in Anhui, where the inland sea breeze can’t be blown for a few days in his entire life. It’s a bit tricky to face a table of shelled creatures at the moment, and he keeps staring at the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him rather entangledly. The plate of braised prawns in oil in the distance was too embarrassing to take it, so I could only take another sip of the soup with my head depressed.

Wen's father asked Lin Zijin about the other's family affairs, and Wen's mother seemed to recognize Wu Tong as the resident actor of the spy war drama, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she insisted on bringing two old actor's autographs for her.

If you ignore Ai Xinru's mournful concubine's face, the scene should be very warm.

Sheng Zhixin was thinking ecstatically, when suddenly a peeled shrimp fell into the bowl in front of him.

He looked up at Wen Gu, but saw that the man looked normal, his hands moved quickly, and another shrimp fell into his bowl.

The camera on the opposite side was dutifully filming the table, and Sheng Zhixin suddenly felt restless, as if some secret that had been hidden for many years was about to be discovered by the people of the whole country.

"Wash your hands, no poison, rest assured to eat."

Wen Gu saw that he was reserved, so he teased him: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to peel it, you can peel anything you don't eat often."

Sheng Zhixin let out an "oh", and tried not to look at the camera, picked up the shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth.

Father Wen is a cadre, and usually educates his subordinates a lot, so it is inevitable that when chatting with others, he also has a sense of preaching. Lin Zijin is dizzy when he talks, so he can only toast frequently, and finally has a free time. As soon as he turned his head, he saw several peeled shrimp piled up in the bowl in front of Sheng Zhixin.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at it thoughtfully for a while, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Mr. Wen, are you busy?"

Wen Gu glanced at him, and threw the freshly peeled prawns into his bowl as kindly as possible: "You can't stop your mouth even if you eat."

Lin Zijin hissed: "Are you interested?"

"I don't understand," Wen Gu said, "Drink less, you will lose your mind."

Sheng Zhixin listened to the conversation between the two, and for some reason, he lowered his head and smiled sullenly.

Lin Zijin looked surprised, and stretched out his hand to grab Sheng Zhixin's face: "Smile so happily? Is there anything good to share with you?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head, with something stuffed in his mouth, he was moving vigorously, looking like a hamster.

I don't know if it's because Qingdao people have a bland taste, or someone told me that there wasn't much red oil in the whole table, so Sheng Zhixin ate it very smoothly.

He bit the last rib, belatedly remembering that he hadn't eaten such a home-cooked meal for a long time.

Leaving home when he was young, he lived in a rented house of [-] square meters. He stumbled through high school on the money he earned from grants and part-time jobs. Fortunately, he got into a good university and walked out of the shadow of the past.

He has eaten white flour steamed buns and pickles that cost one yuan, the cheapest vegetarian rice in school, and also eaten machine meals and box lunches from film crews, but he hasn’t eaten home-cooked food for a long time.

Sheng Zhixin sniffed and felt his eye sockets sour, he quickly reached out and took a gulp of beer with his wine glass to cover up, and coughed twice.

But the Tsingtao beer is different from what he drank in other places. The pure wheat smell swept away his taste buds aggressively, and he couldn't help but take another sip.

It's very special, like the feeling of a wheat field in the sun.

At the end of the meal, Father Wen brought out a plate of crabs from the kitchen.

The plate of crabs was very fat and strong, and it was placed on the plate bright red, attracting the eyes of half of the table.

Lin Zijin was the most rude person at the table, he reached out and took the top crab.

When Sheng Zhixin was at home, he had only eaten river crabs at most, and he had a special tool for removing crabs. It took him a long time to finish one crab.

But it seems that the sea crab in front of him is not going to give him a crab dismantling tool.

Sheng Zhixin sighed in his heart, gritted his teeth, reached out and took a crab back, unloaded the pliers that were still baring its teeth and claws after death, and then went into the crab shell, but biting and knocking for a long time, only by "breaking the body to pieces" "The way to separate the poor crab meat.

Just when he was a little embarrassed, he seemed to hear a chuckle from the people around him, and then a plate of crab meat that had been almost peeled was pushed over, and the plate of crabs that had been shattered and fractured was taken away by the way.

Sheng Zhixin's fingertips trembled like an electric shock, and he turned his head slightly.

"I knew you couldn't peel it," Wen Gu said, and pushed a small dish of ginger juice over, "What are you looking at me for?"

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Sheng Zhixin subconsciously said "Look at you", and was about to blurt out, but his reason came back in time, preventing him from doing such an irreversible thing.

He lowered his head, picked up the crab meat, dipped it in ginger juice, and brought it to his mouth. The umami taste unique to the sea and the smoothness of the crab meat burst into his mouth, which surprised him at this rarely tasted delicacy.

Sheng Zhixin pursed his lips, and the surprise in his eyes hadn't faded away, when he heard Ai Xin suddenly say: "Xiao Sheng still doesn't know how to eat such shelled things."

The eyes of the whole table turned to him subconsciously.

"When we were together before, Xiao Sheng never ate such shelled things. Maybe it was troublesome, so I peeled them one by one and put them in his bowl," Ai Xin said, "I didn't expect that now Also like this."

The rest of the people nodded because they didn't understand, only Sheng Zhixin turned pale when he recalled the life of the two when they were drafting on the island.

He took a deep breath, and was about to say something, but he heard the people around him say: "So that's the case, sorry, I don't know, I just sat next to him and helped to peel it off, I didn't expect to accidentally snatch it lost your job..."

Wen Gu paused, and there was a little more smile in his voice: "I help him peel the crabs, you won't be angry, will you?"