After the rain

Yue, the soft hooks at the end of his eyes poked Song Qikun's heart, and all the sullenness disappeared, "I won't be angry if you smile again."

Quite a bit of an insatiable meaning.

It was a very strange request, Shen Yan took a strawberry and ate it, and changed his face as soon as he said, "Forget it."

"Hello—" Song Qikun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Get ready." Shen Yan stuffed the last strawberry into his mouth, shook his watch and drove away.

22. Agreement

As the sun set, a group of teenagers and girls rushed out of the gate of the No. [-] Middle School with laughter, and their long shadows gathered together to portray their youthful vigor.

The guard glanced at it, took a sip of hot tea, and continued to immerse himself in the passionate anti-Japanese drama.

They discussed going to the pedestrian street to eat hot-boiled mutton, and booked a table on the mobile phone in advance. The girl took a taxi there, and the boy went for a ride on a bicycle.

The drenched jerseys were quickly dried by the wind, and the body heat gradually dropped. The bicycle team drove along the roadside in unison, and the distance between the cars was not far or close, forming a small train.

Everyone was chatting with each other, and a burst of frenzied laughter suddenly broke out at the front, caught in the wind and spreading infinitely.

"Number one from the bottom?! Hahahahahahahahahaha——"

The front of the car twisted a few times, Tang Chen landed on the ground with both feet to assist the brakes, and stopped on the side of the road, covering his stomach and laughing, his facial features were deformed and his face was flushed, and the bicycle trembled.

The rear stopped one after another, and everyone looked at each other in confusion, "What's the matter? Laughing like this?"

Shen Yan hugged the milk tea tightly, with a slightly cold expression.

He doesn't think it's embarrassing to be the last one in the exam, but he still feels a little annoyed at being ridiculed like this.

Song Qikun turned his head to look at him, and didn't know where to start his words of relief, so he yelled at Tang Chen, "You, the second last one, have the face to smile?"

"No, it's not..." Tang Chen barely suppressed his writhing smile, wiped away the tears from his eyelids, and twitched like a dilapidated bellows, "How many of us."

Turning his body 180 degrees, he counted one by one from Shen Yan, and checked the number in his mouth, "The bottom one, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh, there are really only seven gourd babies. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Uniform, whom he clicked on, fell silent, with a brilliant expression on his face.

After a while, someone laughed and scolded: "Damn Tang Chen, are you fucking looking for smoke?"

"Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, it's too much!"

"piss off!"

"I won't be able to swallow this breath without punching you twice, fuck me, don't run away if you have the guts!"

36 Straightforward is the best strategy, Tang Chen slammed on the pedal and left all the wolves and leopards behind, and shouted loudly: "How dare you take the test and dare not let people tell you? A society ruled by law! A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!"

Starlight emerges in the vast darkening sky, the bicycle team flies across the bustling long street like an arrow, the neon lights pave the road, the evening wind follows, and the hustle and bustle of the city is the background.

The hot pot restaurant is next to a large supermarket seven or eight meters away from the entrance of the pedestrian street. The signboard is eye-catching. There are two rows of benches at the entrance for waiting in line when it is full.

The environment inside the store is elegant and bright, and the decoration design is exquisite and generous everywhere, which is very distinctive.

There are a lot of them, two tables are put together, young couples sit next to each other, and single dogs hug each other to keep warm.

The copper pot was served first, followed by plate after plate of vegetables and meat, crowded the table with excitement.

Song Qikun and Shen Yan walked another street to buy canned meat for milk tea, and when they arrived at the store, the food was almost ready.

I borrowed a plate from the hot pot restaurant and put it at the door to feed. I didn’t enter the store after I was full of milk tea, but squatted there to catch my own tail and play as a mascot.Pedestrians passing by saw it cute, approached it and took a few photos together, and some people tried to coax it away with all kinds of food and small toys, but its buttocks seemed to be nailed to the floor. error.

There was a constant pile of people in front of the store, and several groups of customers were attracted invisibly.

The boiling copper pot was full of heat, and more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks stretched out to several plates of freshly cut fresh mutton. After a few seconds, they were fished out and dipped in the store's special soul sesame sauce.

A group of people were starving, and at first they were too busy eating to chat, and only when their stomachs were three-point full did they start talking nonsense.

Girls drink drinks, boys have beer.

"cheers!"

The sound of the glass colliding was crisp, and the heroic man raised his head and drank it in one gulp, let out a long sigh of relief, and refilled the glass again.

The wine was slightly bitter, and Shen Yan didn't like to drink it, so he only took a symbolic sip.

Song Qikun asked him: "Shall I order you a glass of juice?"

"No, I'll drink soup." Shen Yan shook his head and refused.

He hardly stretched his chopsticks into the pot, but the dishes in front of him were never empty, and he didn't talk to others, just burying his head in eating hard. When the others at the table were half full, he was already full.

"No more." Seeing that Song Qikun picked up another chopstick of mutton and wanted to put it in his bowl, he raised his hand to stop it, "I'm full."

It wasn't long after eating, Song Qikun doubted, "Really?"

"Yeah." In fact, he was still a little bit supportive, Shen Yan secretly took a deep breath.

"Do you want brown sugar glutinous rice cakes?"

"No."

"pumpkin pie?"

"Do not."

"Rice glutinous rice balls?" Song Qikun persisted.

Shen Yan gave him a strange look, but didn't point out the strange point, "I can't eat anymore."

Song Qikun was finally willing to let go of the food, "How about playing games?"

Shen Yan took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said pointedly: "WeChat game?"

"No." Song Qikun didn't hear it, and turned to ask Tang Chen for a cell phone.

"Is this enough?!" Tang Chen grabbed the last piece of hairy belly on the plate while taking out his mobile phone, and said in disbelief, "You're a fucking sparrow stomach."

He got drunk on his face, and his neck turned red after two drinks.

"Eat yours." Song Qikun skillfully entered the password to unlock, swiped the screen twice and handed the phone to Shen Yan, "See what you want to play."

The screen is full of brightly colored game software, and I don't know how many boring cultural lessons I have spent with Tang Chen.

Shen Yan ignored those unheard of large-scale mobile games, clicked backgammon at the end, and chose advanced room matching and real-person games.

The first game was won very quickly, and the next two games in a row faced the same opponent. The level of the two was almost the same, and they were evenly matched after playing more than half of the board. Every move had to be carefully considered.

Song Qikun leaned over to look, his breath smelled of alcohol.

Shen Yan didn't really want to use his own brain, and asked, "Where do you think it should be?"

The person next to him didn't reply for a long time, Shen Yan turned his head in doubt, and fell into a sea of ​​amber unexpectedly.

From this, it was discovered that Song Qikun was not watching chess at all, but was watching him.The alcohol seemed to overflow into his eyes, and the things he couldn't read but subconsciously knew had nowhere to hide under its stimulation.

Shen Yan blinked and said in a low voice, "What are you looking at me for?"

The voice was slightly soft, hitting Song Qikun's ears, like a stone sinking into a lake, the ripples rippling for a long time.

He turned his face away abruptly, the blush rose from his earlobe, and climbed to his cheeks, like a spark, burning away the self-control he was so proud of.

"I'm going to the bathroom." After leaving this sentence, he hurriedly got up and left.

Shen Yan held the phone full of suspicion, why did he suddenly blush?

After washing his face with two handfuls of cold water to cool down, Song Qikun supported the cold tiles of the sink with his hands, and stared at himself in the mirror.The abnormal blush on his face receded inch by inch, but the erratic feeling of drunkenness in his body was still lingering.

He knows that he has a very poor capacity for drinking, and that a can of 450ml beer can be knocked down. In order to avoid some earth-shattering outrageous behaviors after being drunk, he warns himself not to drink too much, so he just fishes Drank about two small cups.

If so, if no one else was present just now, he might have kissed Shen Yan in a daze.

Ever since there was such a time, the longing seedling broke out of the ground, and its vigorous growth could not be restrained at all, and it could not be blocked or pulled out, and as long as it was a little closer to Shen Yan, the sun and rain would come uninvited.

Melancholy and joy were intertwined and woven into a tight and solid cage, and his heart was imprisoned in it, feeling extremely tormented.

Song Qikun rubbed his swollen eyes, took a deep breath to bury his messy thoughts, and when he returned, he happened to catch up with Tang Chen to greet everyone for a toast, and he wanted to empty the remaining wine bottle before leaving.

Song Qikun: "..."

It's not the time.

After a meal, when paying at the counter, the owner washed the plate with the store logo printed on it, wrapped it in a small square handkerchief paid by the staff, put it in the gift bag given out by the store for activities, and gave it to the milk tea. wages.

The milk tea wagged its tail and rubbed against Shen Yan's calf to claim credit, and everyone present couldn't help laughing at the cute and naive appearance.

The chilly autumn wind at night lifted the flimsy jersey, and the coolness ran all over the body, and the alcoholism passed quickly.

Shen Yan and Song Qikun went back to Lianqi South Road, Tang Chen's family lived on Wanqing Road, and the others went to No. [-] Middle School with different destinations.

Milk tea fell asleep lying in his arms. Shen Yan also felt a little sleepy when he heard the snoring sound close to his ears. His eyes were half-closed. The bicycle stopped on the side of the road for a long time before he realized it. He asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?" ?”

"Sorry." Song Qikun panted twice and said, "I can't exert myself."

The doubts lingering in his heart dissipated in an instant, Shen Yan got down from the back seat, and looked at him through the dim soft light of the street lamp, "Are you drunk?"

In my impression, this person seemed to have drunk four cups, and the cups were not big.

Song Qikun stared blankly at him, "A little bit."

Admitting it proves that you are still awake, Shen Yan said: "I will ride, you hold milk tea."

Song Qikun said: "You don't know how to do it."

"meeting."

"You lied to me."

"……Um."

Song Qikun frowned, "I won't ride for you."

Shen Yan: "..."

"You let me hug you." Song Qikun was five minutes drunk and very courageous, smiling to smooth the creases between his eyebrows