Be nice, don't bite you

What happened in the second half of the closing ceremony, Bo Xian didn't pay attention at all, all his thoughts were on teasing Xing Lan.

If it wasn't for Shi Xinglan's embarrassment, he would have taken out his mobile phone and searched for [S]. He had a hunch that the surprises would definitely not be limited to the "family of three" just now.

Finally, when the event was over, Bo Xian immediately pulled Shi Xinglan up.

The host reacted very quickly. Seeing his movements, he immediately ran over holding the microphone: "God A, wait, don't go!"

Bo Xian kept walking, looking like "I don't have ears".

Shi Xinglan couldn't stand it anymore, so he stopped him: "The event is over, I...you can ask me."

There was no escaping this questioning, Shi Xinglan was already lying flat, even if he didn't say anything, Bo Xian would still search Weibo.

Bo Xian paused, grinned and turned around: "Did you call me just now?"

"……Yes."

The host was grinning, and MMP in his heart: Your ears are working again?

The camera followed, Bo Xian and Shi Xinglan entered the frame at the same time, the distance between the two was a little far, there was no interaction, they looked like ordinary friends.

The bullet screens in the simultaneous live broadcast room were flying fast, talking about the two people's hype, and the previous help to clarify and the live broadcast together were all deliberately selling corruption.

The words were convincing, as if a camera had been installed on Bo Xian and Shi Xinglan, and the words had their noses and eyes.

There are also quite a few black people who follow the trend, and their attitudes are so bad that Bo Xian can't be polite to others after listening.

"God A, what do you think of the headwind comeback in this game?"

The host handed over the microphone, looked at Shi Xinglan at the side, and smiled.

The meaning is very clear, it will be your turn later, neither of you can run away.

Bo Xian put one hand in his pocket, the other hanging by his side: "You shouldn't ask me this question."

Host: "Huh?"

Bo Xian laughed nonchalantly: "Ask Stop, how old is the routine of being turned against the wind, and only when it is turned over will it explode? It's not writing a novel, and you have to ask people how they feel when you are playing a game. Are you free?"

host:"……"

Bo Xian choked the host with one sentence. On the surface, he was mocking Stop, but in fact he was scolding the idiot who asked such a question.

The competition circle is like the entertainment circle, there is a problem, the trophies are won by strength, not by the number of fans.

Some people agree with what he said, and some people disagree. Regardless of the live broadcast room, most of the audience at the scene are more supportive.

Bo Xian secretly sighed inwardly, that idiot Stop owed him another favor.

Stop, who was sitting in the guest seat at this time: "Hehe."

Bo Xian, I'm fucking you!

Is there someone like you to help you speak? Your sarcasm is worse than that question!

The host was stupefied by Bo Xian, and had to give up interviewing him, and turned to Shi Xinglan: "Boss Shi is working with Teacher Li this time, what do you think?"

Shi Xinglan said calmly, "It's an honor."

"It is said on the Internet that you have a close relationship with God A and are good friends. How did you know each other?"

Shi Xinglan looked at Bo Xian, who was as good as he was, and continued, "You guys met at an event. Back then, the idiot illegitimate chased the car, and I was a hero to save the beauty."

The host laughed dryly, and looked at Shi Xinglan meaningfully: "Hey, save the beauty, a hero."

Shi Xinglan: "..."

The audience at the event made teasing sounds, and Shi Xinglan only felt that countless eyes fell on him.It's the same as performing on the stage before, so damn much attention.

Being disturbed by Bo Xian, the host's interview did not go to the end, ignoring the persuasion of the live broadcast room and the audience, Bo Xian took Shi Xinglan and left the scene.

He slowly raised his hand hanging by his side, and waved it towards the audience casually twice.

The delicate and beautiful red rose was held between his fingers, the stems and leaves were green, and the thorns on the flower branches had been broken off, so they would not hurt his hands.

The boys walked away side by side, and the elongated lens captured the rose, adding a touch of bright red to the entire harmonious page.

The barrage direction suddenly changed.

【that flower……】

[Everyone said they were not friends, but they even sent flowers. 】

[It's just a flower, what is it? 】

[It’s just not close together, what’s the point?Don’t be too double-standard in life~]

[md, there are [-] million dots to eat]

[No loss if you invest in the stock market, I will soon be sweetened to death by the two of them]

[Sisters, kill me to cheer them up! ! 】

[Why do I feel that the relationship between the two of them is not simple, they are really just friends? 】

[Take my flowers, and you will be mine [狗头]]

[Everyone is eating these two, am I the only one who feels sorry for Stop? 】

【I also! Stop is too miserable, the guessing pressure was GOD, but the interaction found JSS, I would like to call it an advanced mockery]

[Stop cursing: Are you polite? 】

【Isn't God A's object male? I have a bold guess】

[Men's fart, it's okay to spread rumors, the fans didn't make a clear statement at all]

Not long after, a large number of fans of the two poured into the live broadcast room, and the barrage was torn up, and the other people's names could not be seen.

However, the two parties didn't know what happened at all. As soon as they left the event site, they drove away.

To Shi Xinglan's surprise, Bo Xian didn't ask him any questions, his hanging heart slowly sank, and he felt a little inexplicably disappointed.

Bo Xian didn't look sideways, and drove the car seriously, the windows were closed, the stereo was not turned on in the car, and it was quiet.

This quiet atmosphere was not broken until the car stopped.

Bo Xian let out a long breath, his eyes lit up: "[S] is your trumpet?"

Facts have proved that what should come will always come.

Shi Xinglan opened Weibo: "Yes, I just want to record what happened. We were not together at the time, and I was afraid that it would cause trouble to you."

"You started recording before we were together?"

Bo Xian took the phone and slid it down.

Most of the microblogs on the trumpet have pictures, and at a glance, they are all familiar things.

Rabbit dolls, toothbrushes, shrimp dumplings, slippers... until the first item, a cup of ordinary milk tea.

Bobo milk tea with taro paste, don’t need bobo, add an extra portion of taro paste.

From the moment they met again, those little things have been turned into pictures and words, and in this brand-new form, they have collected bits and pieces of happiness between them.

Love is like mountains and seas, it can drown people in an instant.

Bo Xian returned the phone to him: "Don't read it, don't read it."

Shi Xinglan: "?"

He thought that Bo Xian would at least be happy, but judging from his reaction, that didn't seem to be the case.

Shi Xinglan can't get rid of his cranky thinking, but it doesn't matter, Bo Xian won't give him this chance: "I've read one now, and there will be one less in the future. I'll save it up and read one before going to bed every day."

Shi Xinglan: "..."

No need, you thought this was bedtime reading? !

Bo Xian made up his mind and didn't plan to ask Shi Xinglan's opinion: "Brother Shi will post more in the future, otherwise I will read it soon."

Shi Xinglan: "..."

Boy, this isn't just a bedtime read, it's a serialized story.

Regardless of Shi Xinglan's preoccupation, Bo Xian knew that he might not be able to accept it for a while, so he didn't say much, got out of the car silently, and took down the things he had prepared on the back seat.

The car was parked in the woodland of the park, and there was a vast water pool not far away, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, the water surface was glowing with silver light.

Bo Xian found a clearing in the woods, near the shore, and Shi Xinglan knew what was in that big bag.

"Tent? Do you want to go camping?" Shi Xinglan looked at it curiously.

"Yes, camping." Bo Xian said with a smile while setting up the tent, "I want to accompany you from poetry to philosophy of life, and watch the stars, the moon, and the sunrise with you."

This is the most romantic thing he can think of besides visiting museums.

The tent is not big, just suitable for two people to sleep together, it is not troublesome to tie it up, and it was done quickly.

Before evening, the sky was faintly dyed with streaks of red, which met the waves on the water, forming an abrupt and harmonious picture scroll.

It was windy in the forest, Bo Xian dragged Shi Xinglan into the tent, and poured out all the snacks in another bag: "Now we can't see the stars and the moon, how about we play a game first?"

Shi Xinglan picked at the snack a few times: "What game do you want to play?"

"It's simpler, how about guessing fist?" Bo Xian rummaged through his bag and took out a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai, "Winners will eat snacks, and losers will have a sip of wine."

When Shi Xinglan heard the last sentence, his expression became absent-minded. Drinking is not his strong point.

"Let's play, let's play, the big deal is that if you lose, you will drink a bottle cap, and if I lose, I will drink a cup." Bo Xian hugged the big bag of snacks, his eyes were burning, "Promise me, Mr. Xing Xing."

Shi Xinglan: "..."

It's really embarrassing to call her husband at this time!

"Play, play, play, please please."

"……All right."

Bo Xian let out a low cry, and rushed over: "My boyfriend really dotes on me."

Shi Xinglan's face was still slightly red, and he patted his back: "Why are you like a child, who loves to grab things and loves to act like a baby."

Bo Xian snorted and took Jiang Xiaobai.

A palm-sized bottle, with a little capacity for alcohol, you can't get drunk.

In the first round of boxing guessing, Shi Xinglan won. Bo Xian raised his head and drank a sip of wine, then picked out a bag of sour plums from the snacks and threw it over.

He observed that Shi Xinglan liked this sour plum so much that he bought two bags, one of which was finished yesterday.

In the next few rounds, the results were a bit dramatic: Shi Xinglan won all of them.

Bo Xian: "..."

I have to drink the wine I bought myself with tears in my eyes.

While chewing on plums, Shi Xinglan advised, "Don't drink too much, you'll get drunk."

There is only half a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai left, and Bo Xian drank the rest.

From the small amount of wine, it can be seen how bad Bo Xian's luck is.

"No, I'm a good drinker!"

"you sure?"

Bo Xian had a serious face: "Sure."

Shi Xinglan had a headache and said, "Are you sure you drink well?"

"Okay, I'm a good drinker..."

"..."

What a shit!

Shi Xinglan helped up the wine bottle that had fallen to the side, and looked helplessly at the crooked person.

Just now Bo Xian was clamoring to win back, they played a few more rounds, but Bo Xian didn't win even once.

In the end, almost the whole bottle of Jiang Xiaobai went into his stomach.

In Shi Xinglan's eyes, Bo Xian was already drunk and dazed, on the contrary, in Bo Xian's perspective, he was still sober.

It can even be clearly perceived that this sobriety has transcended time and memory, and pieced together the broken pictures in my mind.

He was unable to struggle, and let himself fall into Shi Xinglan's arms.

Then, he heard his own voice, alcoholic, insolent, and immature.

"Senior, why are you here? Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Bo Xian, a sophomore in high school."

"What the hell are you guys?! Who the hell allowed you to touch him? Get the hell out of here!"

……

"Don't cry, the bad guys will beat you away."