Slag attack classification system

"Can you say that again..."

"That girl you said you liked...was that true?"

The two were too close, Zhao Zhenhe turned his head sideways to avoid Tang Zhi's gaze intentionally or unintentionally, his voice was so soft that there was almost no sound, and his gaze was fixed on Tang Zhi's beautiful curved chin.

Seeing Zhao Zhenhe like this, Tang Zhi didn't know whether he should be happy or angry.

"Are you jealous, classmate Zhao?" Tang Zhi put his hand on Zhao Zhenhe's neck and pressed it, a faint red mark appeared on it, "I do have someone I like...but I didn't tell him It's a girl."

Zhao Zhenhe froze and clenched his hands into fists.

"Sometimes I suspect that there is a wall between us," Tang Zhi sighed, "Thick dimensional wall, I even imply that I understand it so well, why do you..."

Tang Zhi is a somewhat self-contradictory person, perhaps because of the influence of his native family, he is willing to show his liking strongly, but he never takes the initiative to say the four words 'I like you'.

He stared straight into Zhao Zhenhe's eyes, stretched out his hand, and took off his glasses, "There is no lecture today, what kind of glasses do you wear, do you think I don't know that you look small? Classmate Zhao?"

Tang Zhi bent down, clenched his hand on Zhao Zhenhe's neck, and kissed Zhao Zhenhe's dazed eyes. It was hot... Tang Zhi never let go.

Zhao Zhenhe closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly against the wall... For the first time in his life, he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest... Plop, plop, plop...

Abnormal, contrary to common sense, unreasonable.

Tang Zhi kissed Zhao Zhenhe's eyes...he likes these eyes the most, since a long time ago...he has fallen in love with these black and white pupils, which seem to always reveal calmness, but are actually very simple and young s eyes.

This kiss lasted about 10 minutes, until Tang Zhi's neck was sore... He reluctantly moved his lips away from Zhao Zhenhe's eyelids.

"This..." Zhao Zhenhe swallowed, feeling that everything he had learned in the past 24 years had become nothingness, and no theoretical book told him how to face such a situation, "I..."

"What are you..." Tang Zhi had a smile on his lips, what he liked most was seeing Zhao Zhenhe not knowing what to do, "Don't think that you can let me say those few words with this appearance."

i like you...i love you...

Tang Zhi could recite thousands of times and hundreds of times in his heart, and confess his love to Zhao Zhenhe, who was nothingness, thousands of times in his sleep, but he just couldn't say it face to face...it was so contradictory.

How do you say this phenomenon on the Internet... Tsundere?

The uneasy questions in Zhao Zhenhe's heart faded away bit by bit, and it turned out that the person Tang Zhi likes is not a certain girl or a certain stranger, but me...how lucky, but...why.

There is a place in my heart that is punctured, and the joy like skittles is slowly flowing out... It's a bit like the kind of popping candy I ate when I was a child, bouncing and squeaking.

Then, both of them became silent, and even Tang Zhi became embarrassed, and the base of his ears gradually turned a faint red.

Tang Zhi stuffed his hands into his coat, "Let's go eat, what do you want to eat, Chinese food, Western food, Thai food... Come to think of it, you don't eat those fried things..."

"You decide." Zhao Zhenhe tried to make a joke, "This is your territory."

"Okay." A smile climbed up the corner of Tang Zhi's eyes.

In the end, the two chose a "tea house" opened in the nearby alley. There was no customer in it, so the boss sat inside and warmed himself by the stove. When he saw the two of them coming, he was not in a hurry. Wiping his hands, he finally stood up and called them a waiter.

The waiters are two girls, one is serving tea and water, the other is in charge of ordering food, it is probably the first time for the two girls to see two such handsome guys eating together... There is a saying... Peng Pisheng Hui, yes, the two of them sat here, making the store look like they were shooting a pictorial.

Two people sat next to a classical Chinese wooden window. The window was opened, with bamboo carved on it, and a plum blossom tree was planted outside the window, with neither vines nor branches, emitting a faint fragrance. Tang Zhi took out his mobile phone and took a picture A few times.

"You sit here, I'll go outside the window to take a few more scenes." Tang Zhi put the wallet and keys in front of Zhao Zhenhe, "You watch for me."

Zhao Zhenhe saw that the things piled up on the table must not be cheap, not to mention the various cards in the wallet, just the keychain, Zhao Zhenhe remembered that it appeared on the Weibo hot search a few days ago, and it was placed in the "sky-priced trinkets" Li... He raised his head and looked at Tang Zhi, "You put everything here with me, and you're not afraid to run away with all these things?"

Tang Zhi: "You've already run away, what do I need these things for?"

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

Tang Zhi's answering was so natural that even he was tired of himself. He picked up the phone, took a few steps with long legs, and stood under Meihua's subordinate... He pointed the camera at the unknown person in the window. Zhao Zhenhe, the silhouette of that person...in the window, in the sunlight, in the fragrance of tea...was ethereal.

Tang Zhi took several photos almost obsessively. Finally, Zhao Zhenhe finally found the camera of the person outside the window. He measured himself, "I'm sorry, I blocked you from taking pictures."

With no one to photograph, Tang Zhi had nothing to photograph. He brushed off the plum blossoms that had fallen from his shoulders, and re-entered the house with the frosty scent of early winter.

One after another, those dishes began to be served, all of which were freshly made, such as sesame tofu, shrimp stewed eggs, steamed corn... as light as you want, it can make people's mouths fade out... These were ordered by Young Master Tang.

Zhao Zhenhe raised his head, "...Actually, I'm still hungry."

"Can I eat hot pot?" Tang Zhi's eyes lit up a little when he heard this, and Zhao Zhenhe's heart itched when he saw it, "There are roast chickens here."

"Okay." Zhao Zhenhe nodded.

"I thought you wouldn't eat anything too oily." Tang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief...Fortunately, there is one less obstacle in married life, and he asked another one with a eager tone, "Fried chicken Do you want to eat?"

"Eat less." Faced with the issue of principle, Zhao Zhenhe was very firm.

"Just eat half of it?"

"One piece." It's still because I like you.

Tang Zhi lowered his head in disappointment, the tip of his tall pen was slightly reddened by the wind, Zhao Zhenhe stood up and closed the window with a "squeak".

Through this meal, Zhao Zhenhe discovered that Tang Zhi actually can't eat spicy food very much. The roast chicken was only mildly spicy, but Young Master Tang was sweating from eating it, and his skin that was too white became red. Zhao Zhenhe kept feeding him Refill tea.

Can't take spicy food... make a note of that.

After eating, Zhao Zhenhe got up to pay the bill, Tang Zhi didn't stop him, but kept staring at his back.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Zhenhe was no longer as restrained as he was at the beginning. Except that his eyelids were still burning like ginger, everything else returned to normal. In the afternoon, the two of them visited the cultural area of ​​the villa together. The history of cloth development from ancient China to the present.

After reading the introduction and exhibits, Tang Zhi asked Zhao Zhenhe to touch his coat, "Touch it, what material is it?"

Zhao Zhenhe touched it carefully, "Worsted wool?"

Tang Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Touch it carefully again?"

Zhao Zhenhe: "If it's not wool, what could it be?" It can't be chemical fiber.

Tang Zhi: "It's the material to be your partner."

Zhao Zhenhe: "..." This kid...

Tang Zhi was happy when he saw that he had embarrassed Zhao Mutou... The young man really had a thick skin, and when he said it in front of so many people, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and his face didn't turn red...

After visiting the art district, the two went to the mountainside to have a simple dinner. Zhao Zhenhe abided by his own health principles. In the evening, there were two boiled eggs, half a corn and fresh juice. There was no freshly squeezed juice in the restaurant. , he settled for the next best thing and ordered a seaweed soup.

Tang Zhi wanted to eat the same as him, Zhao Zhenhe shook his head, "You are growing tall now, it's okay to eat more, I'll order some meat dishes for you."

Tang Zhi: "Then can I order some French fries?"

Zhao Zhenhe: "Impossible."

Tang Zhi: "..." He has already begun to imagine the scene of him secretly going out to eat at McDonald's after marriage.

After the meal, Zhao Zhenhe took Tang Zhi for a drive, and finally stopped at the Wanjing River. The whole bridge was decorated with colorful lights. People were walking slowly by the river. Several children held the rabbit lights in their hands and cheered happily. run.

Tang Zhi: "I haven't been to this place very much, so there is still such a place here."

Zhao Zhenhe's eyes flickered in the light, "This river is called Lover's River."

After he said these words, both of them fell silent... Lover Jiang, if lovers come here, they will be bestowed by God of Jiang... They will grow old together until death.

The two walked side by side, their hands were unconsciously drawn together, their fingers slipped into their palms, and then their fingers interlocked. At that moment—the sky was lit up with brilliant fireworks, just like the most appropriate blessing.

They were wrapped in the night, and slowly swayed from the head of the river to the tail of the river. Although it was still early winter, the evening wind was already very cool, and the humidity on the riverside was heavy, so Tang Zhi wore short sleeves under his thin coat. I was so cold that my hands and feet were cold.

Zhao Zhenhe noticed this, he took off his thick coat and handed it to Tang Zhi.

Tang Zhi took off his coat, "Put it on for me...thanks...then what do you do."

Zhao Zhenhe took out the thick down jacket he had prepared a long time ago from his backpack, wrapped it tightly around himself, and zipped it up "stabbly" - a 19-year-old boy has a strong body, and he is already 24 years old and can't bear it. Toss, if the cold enters the body, it will be bad.

Tang Zhi: "..."