Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

If the other party directly said that they were downstairs in the dormitory, Song Zui would still be moved a little or two, but when he realized that the other party was teasing him like a child, the two points of excitement would immediately dissipate without a trace.

He politely declined: "I'm not in the dormitory."

"is it?"

The other party elongated the ending slightly, and the low-pitched tone seemed lazy, as if he had guessed his mental activities clearly.

Song Zui hung up the phone calmly, he sat at the table and began to read, immersed in the ocean of learning, he didn't have to think about anything, as if he had enclosed himself in the cold words.

People returning home during the Mid-Autumn Festival packed their luggage and left one after another. The dormitory building was unusually quiet. He glanced at the extinguished phone screen, and quickly left his eyes.

After he hung up the phone, A Ting must have left, maybe he would never come back again, he told himself that it was no big deal, but the boy's crow-like eyelashes trembled.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, probably because Wu Zhen forgot something, he put down the book in his hand and went to open the door.

Hold onto the armrest and turn gently.

Then the door creaked and opened from the inside to the outside. When the door opened, Song Zui's body froze. The man was leaning against the wall loosely, and beside him were boxes of mooncakes piled up into mountains.

Song Zui's breathing couldn't help but stagnate, A Ting seemed to be like this every time, always sending things overwhelmingly, which made him have no room for thinking at all.

Feeling the man's gaze sizing him up, Song Zui avoided his gaze and explained, "The dormitory I just returned to."

The other party raised an eyebrow.

Song Zui suppressed a flash of guilty conscience: "Come in and sit down."

He moved his chair to the open space of the dormitory, and wiped it several times with paper towels because he knew that the other party was a clean freak.

The tricky thing is the mooncakes piled up at the door, and the boxes wrapped in silk are exquisitely packaged. Let alone how much these mooncakes cost, he can't eat so many mooncakes until he is 30 years old.

"Your family still owes money, so you don't need to buy so many mooncakes for the festival. The downstairs of the dormitory sells them one by one."

He weighed his words.

"Sent by the customer."

He Shanting sat on the chair casually, with one hand resting on the back of the chair and slightly pillowing his head, his tone seemed careless.

These were indeed given to him by others. Every New Year's festival, someone always gave them different recipes. He never ate moon cakes, only children who hadn't grown up loved them.

Song Zui was stunned for a moment, he felt that the other party would not have any guests because of his temperament, but in fact there were more guests than he imagined, and all the gifts were expensive mooncakes that he couldn't afford.

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, like tiny bubbles constantly bubbling in a carbonated drink, leaving a gap.

He scratched his hair and said suddenly: "I will get a scholarship this semester." With the scholarship, he will have money.

He Shanting looked up at the boy, his jaw was sharp and sharp in this action, he didn't know that the scholarship was for this purpose.

Facing the direct gaze, Song Zui couldn't help feeling a little flustered, just as he was about to speak to break the silence, his skirt was pulled down.

He was caught off guard and leaned down, almost falling on the chair. The man on the chair asked him slowly: "Is the purpose so simple?"

The distance between the two was not too close, but because the surroundings were quiet and he could hear the breathing of the person in front of him, he suddenly didn't dare to look into the other person's eyes.

Fortunately, Song Tiantian got out from nowhere, the kitten meowed first, then bit his trouser leg to eat when no one was paying attention, the movements were extremely skillful.

Song Zui immediately stood up straight and went to pour the cat food. It didn't take much effort to pour the cat food. After opening the seal of the package, pieces of cat food were sprinkled into the porcelain bowl from top to bottom.

Song Tiantian never made people worry about eating, his little head was buried in the bowl, and every time he took a bite, the tail that was dragging on the ground would move left and right, like a wind-up doll.

Song Zui tied and sealed the remaining cat food and put it in the cabinet. His movements were very slow, not to show his own elegance, and he had nothing to do with elegance.

Just because he doesn't know how to get along with each other.

There is nothing for entertainment in the dormitory, but Wu Zhen has chess, but he is not sure if the other party can play it. With Ating's sensitivity, he might misunderstand his inner self. His age is about to catch up with the uncle who plays chess at the intersection.

It's impossible to ask Ating if he wants to read a book, right? Reading a physics book on Mid-Autumn Festival seems a bit strange, Song Zui thought about it for 10 minutes.

From He Shanting's perspective, the boy stood still by the cabinet, motionless like a little zombie with talisman paper pasted on it, he almost stuck out his long tongue.

The corners of He Shanting's lips were raised, but the smile on his lips suddenly disappeared when his eyes turned from the thin torn sheets to the old clothes hanging on the hooks of the closet.

Song Zui, who was devoted to thinking, didn't notice the other party's gaze. He finally thought of watching the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala on the tablet.

The owner of the tablet has never been found, as if it appeared in his bag from the sky, but he is ready to buy it if the owner appears.

This is the most precious thing in his whole body. With this tablet, he does not need to stare at the small mobile phone screen in bed after turning off the lights, and can build a knowledge network map for paperless learning.

He carefully took out the tablet from the drawer, carefully placed it on the table, and wiped the fingerprints on the screen with a tissue.

He Shanting's lips were tightly pursed, and it was the first time that he had an intuitive understanding of Song Zui's poverty.

"Shall we watch the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala?"

Song Zui turned his head and asked the man, he heard a sentence that was not emotional.

He moved another chair and sat down next to it. Maybe it was too long since the Mid-Autumn Festival, even if only two people were there, he still squinted his slender Danfeng eyes in a good mood.

Every year’s Mid-Autumn Festival party is similar, to be precise, any party is similar, Song Zui fell asleep watching the festive dance.

But I have to say that the director of the show is a humane director who is very good at getting the audience to turn on the remote control. A boring dance program is followed by an impassioned female solo.

The sharp high-pitched sound suddenly pierced the screen, and Song Zui was immediately awakened from the drowsy state. His hand suddenly touched the warm fur, and he lowered his head to find that he had been covered with a blanket at some point.

No wonder he slept so soundly when he was taking a nap, it turned out that it was A Ting who put something on for him, and he suddenly felt that he was a little perfunctory to A Ting.

Watching a party is somehow like watching a party.

The young man cheered up to watch the show, and tried his best to comment on it alone: ​​"Why is this singer always hiding from men?"

"This short film is quite good. It has its own serious style in the era of entertainment to death. I didn't dare to laugh the whole time I watched it, and it achieved the original purpose of acting."

He Shanting raised his eyelids: "This is a sketch."

Song Zui: ...

He started to wonder if he didn't fit in with the crowd because he was too funny, and he skipped the skit.

There is always a crowd of popular stars at satellite TV parties. There is nothing to be proud of being invited, and it is embarrassing not to be invited.

When a traffic niche appeared on the TV, he looked at the screen and said fluently: "A Ting, this person is a bit like you."

"How does it look like?"

He Shanting's voice was flat.

"The forehead tattoo is exactly the same as yours."

The air became very quiet in an instant. When the man stood up, Song Zui knew that he must be upset. He subconsciously changed the subject: "I haven't eaten mooncakes yet for Mid-Autumn Festival today."

He took out a small box from the mountain of mooncakes, and the two of them could eat it together.

He handed the fruit-flavored one to A Ting, and the man raised his sharp eyebrows, and said very naturally, "Moon cakes cost five yuan."

The boy hesitated for a while and said good.

Because the moon cakes are relatively big, he handed over the spoon to eat the moon cakes, and the other party continued talking before he passed.

"Five dollars for the spoon."

He still said hello.

He rummaged through his clothes and gave out the money. There was only one candy left in his pocket. When Song Zui sat on a chair and unpacked the mooncakes, he realized that the consumption was so high that his hands were shaking.

He had never heard of charging for picking up spoons.

He Shanting, who was standing, had a panoramic view of the boy's reaction, and he frowned slightly: "Our male models have to pay for food and water."

Song Zui stopped tearing open the mooncakes when he heard that he was charged for food and water, and once again realized that Bao Nanmo burned a lot of money, and the money was spent before he knew it, and he didn't keep it in his hands for long.

"Do you think the male model Bao will be happy?"

He Shanting asked softly.

He didn't use pale words to advise, but let Song Zui feel it himself. This matter was not as simple as imagined.

Song Zui seemed to agree with his words and didn't refute them. He probably won't be a male model in the future. He glanced at the time on his wristwatch and prepared to leave while holding the mooncake.

However, the hem of his suit was pulled by someone in the next second. The young man raised his pretty face, his dark eyes were shining like stars, and his lips glistened with water, and said, "But I am very happy today."

Because looking down at the Heshan Pavilion from the top down, you can clearly see how the young man's lips open and close, as well as the young Adam's apple swallowing slightly, he moved his eyes and asked indifferently.

"What's there to be happy about?"

"Aren't you here for me today?"

Song Zui originally thought that he would spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, but he received a lot of mooncakes today, watched the Mid-Autumn Festival party, and had someone by his side.

Even if he bought it with money, he was very happy. He didn't care about the process but only about the result. As a result, A Ting spent this year's Mid-Autumn Festival by his side.

He Shanting lowered his deep eyes, obviously he was not doing well, this poor little fox was still smiling at him with his head up.

After Song Zui's voice fell, he felt that the surroundings were extremely silent, so silent that he thought he had said something wrong, and he reflected that he might have frightened others by expressing too enthusiastically.

But he really thought so.

As soon as the words came out, his emotions dissipated, and he told himself in his heart that it was just a Mid-Autumn Festival, and it wasn't a big deal.

Of course, it would be even better if he could hear a sentence of Happy Holidays, the boy with a sense of ritual thought so.

However, the time for access control was approaching, Song Zui stood up and was about to see him off, when he was about to walk out of the dormitory door, a big hand suddenly wrapped around his slender waist, and an inexplicable familiar feeling suddenly emerged.

Before he had time to think, he subconsciously leaned forward under the control of the other party, and fell into a cold embrace. A man's voice came from above his head: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Song Zui saw the male model's ability to collect money today, and he took the initiative to speak for the other party: "I know that I have to collect money."

His body froze in his embrace, a little shy, mostly frightened, he didn't know how much it would cost, but he heard a low sentence.

"It's free this time."