Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui didn't expect that the other party would suddenly appear in front of him, he thought that A Ting would never come again, just like people who disappeared in his life one by one.

He sniffed, stood in place slowly, and tried his best to make his tone sound nonchalant.

"Didn't you have a lot of customers who gave you gifts, and if you say quit, they will not do it. Will they have any opinion on you?"

He Shanting caught a glimpse of the boy's reaction, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm not old, but I have a lot of eyes."

"Heart?"

Song Zui didn't expect that this word would have anything to do with him. He just went to school quietly in Shanghai University, behaved like a sheep, and did nothing else.

"You forced Zhang Xiao to admit the plagiarism, right?"

Hearing this, the young man thought for a while: "He may have been demoted, that's how it's discussed in school."

He Shanting looked at Song Zui who was bowing his head. The young man had red phoenix eyes with upturned tails, and he looked a little dazed when his eyelids were half-drooped to block his pupils. He knew what was the most innocent and harmless expression.

He closed his blue-gray eyes, and stretched out his index finger to poke the boy's fair face. The touch was softer than expected, like a layer of pink skin wrapped by Xue Mei Niang.

"Then why did you turn the corner and ask me if I didn't see any other guests? It's a grand-sounding statement, huh?"

The word ah was soft and soft, with a strong sense of delusion, and being poked in the face lightly, all the language of Song Zui's organization was emptied in his mind.

"No."

He denied it dryly, but the man still refused to budge and asked: "Otherwise, why were you so happy just now?"

Hearing this question, Song Zui touched his face subconsciously, and only after making sure that his lips did not lift up obviously, did he realize that the other party was lying to him.

His glistening lips were pursed into a straight line, he couldn't tell if he was more ashamed or more annoyed, he turned around and was about to leave, a big hand behind him gently caressed his forehead and left him behind.

The man put away the frivolity in his voice, and replaced it with an inexplicably calm tone, speaking to him word by word.

"You can ask me directly if you have anything to say."

It was the first time someone said such a thing to him, and he didn't have to worry about how to organize the words, and he didn't have to worry about whether he would go too far, and he felt a sense of peace inexplicably.

He seemed to be immersed in the arms of the other party, and the air was filled with the scent of another person, the cold water fragrance overwhelmed the sweet and sour fruit flavor of Swiss sugar.

The eyelashes of his half-pressed eyes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and he asked directly: "Will you meet other guests?"

"We won't meet again."

Hearing the other party's answer, Song Zui was slightly unobservable, heaved a sigh of relief, although he had no position, he still didn't like that A Ting had other guests, and couldn't help thinking whether what he said to himself was also said to others.

The man's hand was still on his forehead, and he leaned down and whispered in his ear: "From now on, you will be the only little guest."

The temperature of his skin was not high, and it was still cool when the wind blew, and there was an unignorable warmth on the place where his forehead was touched, and his curly hair was wrapped around the other's fingertips.

The heart under Song Zui's chest jumped suddenly. The weather forecast said that today it would only be 25 degrees four, which is in the most suitable ambient temperature range for the human body, but his cold palms were heating up.

The original emotions were silently soothed by these words, and the boy's eyes were shining like water: "I thought you were angry yesterday."

"Angry, why aren't you angry? If I don't look for you, you don't know how to look for me." He Shanting's voice was cold, "I'm so fussy that I was already mad at you."

Song Zui couldn't help being silent when he heard the last sentence. He could imagine the other party staring at the phone expressionlessly, and maybe even twitched the corners of his lips.

The moving atmosphere disappeared without a trace. He wiped the corners of his slightly moist eyes and remembered that he was going to the cafeteria: "Are you going to eat?"

Lushan Canteen is built on the high ground in the North District. An ordinary small red building can accommodate [-] students to eat together.

They walked into the entrance of the cafeteria, because there were not many students in the cafeteria after lunch time, but some windows also closed their sales.

The variety of dishes in the Lushan canteen is not as rich as the canteen in the North District, but the price is cheaper. Song Zui went to the window and ordered a meat and a vegetable skillfully.

The meat ones are Dongpo pork for three yuan and two yuan, and the vegetarian ones are potato shreds for [-] cents. Apart from the cold oil flowers, they can be said to be of high quality and low price. A bowl of noodles outside the school costs more than four yuan.

Seeing the man staring at the plate in his hand, the slender boy thought about Amway: "The things in the cafeteria are quite cheap and taste good, much better than the small restaurants outside."

He Shanting looked at the dishes on the plate, eating such a little food when no one was watching, like a poor little man picking things in the trash can.

After a while, Song Zui only heard the other party's cool sentence: "Eat this kind of food every day, no wonder you don't grow taller."

He was choked by this sentence, if it wasn't for Ating who said this, he should have jumped up and hit someone, he calmly refuted with numbers.

"A boy's puberty can usually reach 20 years old. I am only 19 years old now. My bone age is not closed and I may grow taller. Maybe I will grow taller than you."

He thought he would hear a mocking chuckle, but the next second the man put his hand on his head and rubbed it, and said, "I'll wait."

Song Zui's prepared words were all blocked in his throat. He looked up at the other person's eyes and suddenly didn't know what to say. When his eyes met, he moved his eyes away: "By the way, what do you want to eat?"

Although Lushan Canteen has its own signature dish, Buddha Tiaoqiang, 230 yuan for a cup of Buddha Tiaoqiang is still too expensive for him.

He Shanting looked at the window with oily smoke and frowned slightly.

"Stir-fried pork with mushrooms?"

Song Zui held a plate and gave his opinion. Huda's fried pork with mushrooms is a must. The mushrooms used are those that grow naturally on Lushan Mountain, and the flavor is wonderful.

It is said that every day the chefs in the five canteens would fight over how many mushrooms to share, but the man glanced at him and said, "It smells like a mountain."

"What about the seafood soup?"

"The smell of the sea."

"How about boiled pork ribs with radishes?"

"Oh, dull."

Song Zui took a deep breath, A Ting should be one of the most picky people he has ever met, and the other is the He family.

Being picky is actually not a big problem. He himself is not used to the regular soup made with noodles in the cafeteria, but ordinary people don't take it for granted, and he doesn't hide his voice at all.

Seeing the stares from the canteen masters getting more and more sullen, Song Zui pulled him to the window of the most expensive Buddha Jumping Wall before the masters got angry.

"This Buddha jumped over the wall and passed the TV. It's a bit expensive. I'm usually reluctant to buy it." In order to silence Ating, he could only sacrifice his wallet.

He looked at the man with a mixed-race face beside him, with deep eye sockets and a straight nose. He was really good-looking, but it was a pity that he could talk.

Finally, when Song Zui heard the other party say yes, he immediately swiped all his campus cards on the credit card machine and bought a small cup of Buddha jumping over the wall.

The two found a quiet place to sit down. Song Zui lowered his head and ate a dozen of meat and vegetables. The food was a bit cold, which was nothing to him.

Just smelling the strong aroma of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, he couldn't help but licked his lips lightly, and curiously asked the man who tasted it slowly: "Is it delicious?"

"Too greasy."

Immediately afterwards, a cup of Buddha jumping over the wall was pushed in front of him, and sea cucumbers, cuttlefish, scallops and other ingredients were piled up in the porcelain bowl.

"you eat."

Song Zui took a sip with a spoon and tasted it. Not only was it not greasy, but it was extraordinarily delicious. He once again had a deep understanding of Ating's pickiness.

"I think it's quite delicious."

He put forward his opinions carefully, and then ate a full bowl of Buddha Jumping Wall in one bite.

And He Shanting sat across from him and watched the boy eat, his lips curled up, quietly thinking about how to supervise the fox cubs not to pick up garbage when they are hungry.

Song Zui ate everything he ordered. This was the fullest he ate this week. He usually wouldn't eat too much for fear of affecting his study efficiency.

"You really don't eat?"

He thought that the other party had something on his mind and couldn't eat, so he stopped the spoon in his hand and asked, "Are you worried about your future?"

"future?"

"Have you thought about how to live in the future?" Song Zui used practical examples, "For example, what kind of job will you support yourself in the future, and whether your income can support your expenses? All aspects need to be considered."

He has had his own account book since he was 15 years old, and began to consciously plan his income and expenditure so that he can live with a small amount of money. The least one time was 200 yuan for a month.

Of course, he didn't feel how difficult the old days were, it was just a simple math problem for him.

"No."

When Song Zui heard this answer and was about to give advice, the man put his hand on his chin and asked, "Didn't you raise me?"

He almost choked on the regular soup, but the other party thoughtfully wiped off the soup stains with paper, but he was at a loss and let the man wipe, from the corners of his lips to the soft lips.

The upright texture of the tissue slowly passed over his lips, as if some rough object had passed from above. He stammered and took the tissue: "I'll do it myself."

Song Zui carefully recalled in his mind that he should have never given the other party a wrong signal. Since it was not his fault, he let go of his hanging heart.

He was worried that if he refused too bluntly, the other party would feel ashamed and lose his temper, so he tried his best to change the subject as tactfully as possible: "It's getting dark soon, I'll take you back."

He Shanting looked at Song Zui with a troubled expression, closed his strange eyes and said nothing, his expression was gloomy and he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

It still seems too blunt.

The young man stroked his curly hair, thinking that the other party would walk away alone after hearing his rejection, but the man stood up and said, "Come on."

With surprise in Song Zui's eyes, he followed up like a liar, silently preparing for the opponent's attack.

Because the male model has to charge money for everything, he has never been to A Ting's residence, and he has never even asked for the address, but now he is not used to it.

At night, lights are lit on the surface of the river, as if the whole river is on fire, even if the street lights on the river bank are faint, they are still as bright as day.

When walking into a small path, the night was falling, and the man walking in front seemed to know that his eyesight was not good at night, and said to him gently: "Be careful of the steps below."

He nodded flattered.

Song Zui couldn't remember how long he had walked, and felt that he was almost walking to the suburbs. He couldn't help but worry about whether he could go back to school before the lights were turned off, so he couldn't help asking.

"Isn't it here yet?"

"just in front."

The man's voice was still gentle, not at all like the devil sitting on the chair in the cafeteria, as if his sharp fangs had been restrained.

This instead made him vigilant. Today's Ating was unbelievably gentle. He followed after confirming that there were no shopping malls, physical stores, or large shopping malls in front of him.

There were no traces of pedestrians on the road, only the footsteps of two people one after the other could be heard, it seemed deserted, and finally the man stopped in the night.

"arrive."

"I didn't see the house." Song Zui looked around and didn't see the residential area. The next second he saw the other party pointing to the right front and asked calmly.

"That building."

He walked in the direction, not to mention that there were no qualified residential buildings in the residential area, only an unfinished building crumbling in the wind, with bricks and tiles piled up beside the building, filled with the dusty smell from the construction site.

There are indeed signs of people living in the building, but it is too unfinished. The steel bars are exposed outside the wall, giving off a rather unreliable atmosphere.

"You live in a house like this?"

Song Zui's voice was full of suspicion, Ating refused to even sit in the old milk tea shop, how could he live in such a dilapidated house, wouldn't it be disinfected every day when he came in and out.

He Shanting lowered his thick long eyelashes, casting a small dark blue shadow in his eyes: "You don't want to support me when you have no income, that's the only way to go."

The other party's tone was as flat as if he was talking about a trivial matter, and he didn't expect the slightest pity. Song Zui looked at the unfinished building, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

However, the man just bent down and touched his head, and said goodbye to him in a gentle voice: "Goodbye, little guest."

When the hand on top of his head left, he looked at the figure of the man leaving and lowered his eyes halfway. The unpleasant feeling gradually became an emotion that could not be ignored in his heart, as if a sharp needle had been pricked in his heart.

A person as arrogant as Ating must have found himself in desperation, but he refused without even thinking about it. If he hadn't sent him home today, he wouldn't have known that Ating lived in such a dilapidated house.

When He Shanting was about to step into the corridor, the young man in the night stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the man's sleeve.