Why is the waste prince like that?

Meng Luo was not there, so we could only simply celebrate. The four of them went straight to Jasmine Street. The Da brothers and sisters unexpectedly liked this small place. After eating in the small restaurant for a while, they were recognized by the owner. The champion came to eat and said How auspicious it sounded, the audience suddenly became a sea of ​​joy.

The hospitality is hard to come by, so I took a group photo with the bearded shop owner and the customers, and then the other party brought out the fine wine from his hometown, and invited everyone to drink together.

I don’t know what kind of wine it is, but it is said to be home-brewed from special fruits. It is neither spicy nor choking at all, and it is indescribably sweet and smooth. Da Congshi felt his stomach warm up after drinking two glasses. Lancer and The girls like it very much, and drink it all as a drink.

Then got drunk and messed up.

Da Congshi didn't think he was strong enough, so he drank a pot of spirits mixed with it. After a while, his complexion changed, and he went to the bathroom to vomit back and forth. Zhu didn't drink much, but he was in a trance. Lancer felt excited and dizzy. A group of people rejected the owner who wanted to free the meal, and picked up the trophies that had been thrown here and there.

After stepping out, the cold wind blowing in front of him made me a little more awake, but the cold wind also beat the excitement of the young man.

I don't know who suggested it, but the unlucky Mecha Master teammates didn't participate, so several people sighed a few times.

Da Congshi brushed out his short hair that was blown tousled by the wind, and let out a whimsical thought with his tongue out: "We...why don't we go and see him?"

Ai Zhu tried to physically cool down her cheeks with her cold hands, and echoed in a low voice: "Meng Luo is so lonely now."

Lancer really wanted to tell them that based on his own experience, it was absolutely impossible for Meng Luo to be alone at this time, but the arms of the Da servant were too strong, and he caught him in one go, and the two girls rarely smiled, and smiled happily Push him away.

"Let's go, let's take care of the disabled recruits."

When the group of them broke into Meng Luo's ward, reeking of alcohol and holding the trophy, they happened to see the young couple snoring.

The trauma on Meng Luo's body has basically healed, but the fracture is enough for him to suffer a bit. At this time, his whole body is covered with braces and he can't move at all. Meila propped her hands on the side of the bed, bowing her head and kissing him. The scene is quite beautiful.

As soon as they broke in, the young couple separated immediately, looked over in shock and shame, and then there was an awkward silence.

Lancer knew it, what did he say? ! !

The leader, Da Congshi, was stunned for a while, not knowing how he became a sociable person after drinking, but he laughed, walked over with the trophy in his arms, sat down on the edge of the bed, and put the trophy on Mengluo's arm. Bend Gap: "Here, your trophy!"

"This is Meng Luo's fiancée, Ms. Mela Ubissy. I have known you for a long time. Hiccup, hahaha, you are really... very famous now. Many people imitate him to propose marriage. Brother, you are really, you are lovers, right?" .”

"What do you mean... a double harvest in love and career!"

What is the art of language? The first sentence immediately coaxed Meng Luo, who was still a little unhappy, to feel comfortable, especially when Meera nodded at him to admit it, and suddenly a kind of vigor of a winner in life rushed to the top of her head. Grinning, "Where is that?"

Meera wiped her lips, brushed her hair, and her expression became very calm. She pulled a few chairs over and greeted without any shyness, "Lan, please sit down."

Although Lanser was in a daze, but he still had a good conscience, he was about to decline politely, but Da servant and Meng Luo yelled for some reason.

"It must be remembered! Scars are a man's medal!"

"Oh oh oh! Remember me!"

Sergeant Da put the trophy in his gauze-wrapped arms and took a photo of him, and said something with a smile, Meng Luo's face turned as red as if they had been drinking all afternoon.

Meera-senpai glanced at them, smiled helplessly and nodded.

Congshi Da yelled at the master, and took a kiss engagement photo of the young couple, and a group of people surrounded the great hero lying on the hospital bed and took a group photo.

While waiting for Da Congshi to pass the photo with shaking hands, the two girls went out for convenience. Lancer felt the momentum of the alcohol blown out by the cold wind come back, making his eyes a little blurred.

What kind of wine is this?

The two girls came back soon, and he didn't know if they bumped into each other in the bathroom, but he always felt that Da Congyuan's expression became more condensed.

"Send the account number, post the Starnet account, I'll see who doesn't post it! Check it! If you are a brother, post it on the Starnet!"

Da's servant was wandering around drunk and crazy, Lancer was so annoyed by him that he couldn't help it, so he quickly accepted the file and uploaded it to the star network.

Unexpectedly, he went crazy for a while, and then slowly fell asleep leaning against Meng Luo's bed.

Suddenly everyone fell into an awkward silence.

Afterwards, Lancer felt a little better, and quickly apologized, and struggled with the two girls to get the heavy Da out of the carriage, and stuffed it into Da's car, which was as luxurious as a small house.

Da Congyuan stood at the door of the car and grabbed the door handle awkwardly: "Do you want to give you a ride?"

Lancer enthusiastically persuaded Aizhu to sit in, but he himself said that he had to buy something.

As long as you get along more, there will always be a day when the ice breaks in the relationship.

Who made me the captain?

Lancer walked along Jasmine Street for a while, pretending to clear his mind.

Why go back, will there be Sammy when I go back?

Until the first snowflake fluttered slowly and finally landed on his eyelashes.

Very vulgar, people on the road began to exclaim.

The little girl in the wool cap with white boots jumped up and down excitedly.

It's snowing on Dixing.

Lancer put his hands in his pockets and let out a breath of white air.

It seems that there is a saying somewhere.

When it snows for the first time, spend it with the people you like.

However, there are many such folk customs, and there are other things like making a wish on the first snow day will come true.

Lonely Lancer smiled slightly.

But all this has nothing to do with me, I just feel noisy.

If the wish can come true, what else should I try to do.

Specially waiting for the first second of the new year, the first snow day, etc. to make a wish.

When he was tired from walking, he took a taxi back to school. When he arrived, the ground had already been covered with a layer of white snow.

A red-haired man stood at the entrance, a lot of white had fallen from his thick red hair.

He approached the entrance, took out his ID card and gave praise, not paying attention to things that obviously had nothing to do with him.

Then his sleeve was grabbed.

He stopped in his tracks and stared blankly. It was a girl.

A girl with red hair and green eyes, someone I haven't seen for a long time.

Angelina.

She obviously didn't know how to speak, she just looked at him, opened her mouth, and didn't let go.

He froze for a while, took her to a place where there was no one else, and then asked softly, "What's the matter? Angelina."

It was as if he was still the gentle cousin who opened the door that night and agreed to her unreasonable request.

It was as if everything that happened in the intervening months didn't exist.

Angelina bit her lip and threw herself into his arms without saying a word.

She started sobbing because she wasn't being pushed away, and then burst into tears.

Lancer didn't know what happened, so he patted her slender back.

"Don't cry, what's wrong?"

This aristocratic girl who was spoiled and pampered since she was a child has already suffered too many changes in a short period of time, whether it is the financial problems that have been exposed one after another or the increasingly gloomy faces of her parents.

She didn't cry at that time, but she cried bitterly in the warm embrace of her cousin in public.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...Brother Lancer, I...uah..."

Lancer had nothing to do with her, he could only coax her softly: "It's okay, it's okay Angelina, I'm standing right in front of you, nothing happened."

Angelina hugged her even tighter: "We're moving out... Dad was cheated, and our family can't live in Emperor Star anymore..."

Lancer was silent for a while, and gently stroked Angelina's hair, with a complicated expression: "You mean, what can I do for you?"

After all, he wasn't really the Holy Father, after all.

"No," Angelina pulled her face out of her cousin Xiangxiang's embrace, sniffed, wiped away tears with her fingers, and looked at his face with red eyes, "I'm not, I'm not here to ask for help. "

She lowered her eyes, showing a hint of maturity brought about by the disaster of these months: "All, all, I am very sorry, Brother Lancer, I have been watching your game during this time."

Her voice trembled violently, and her thin shoulders slumped: "I realized that my parents and I are so bad, I am cowardly, stupid, vain, and I always whitewash myself. We are so vicious to you, but You never complained, I'm really sorry, we will leave your world soon, but the mistakes that parents don't want to admit, please vent to me."

Lancer looked at her and thought of his 13-year-old self. Angelina was at a similar age as him, and because of an accident, she learned the truth of the world prematurely.

Only those who have truly suffered can empathize with others and truly repent.

In the end, he didn't say any words of forgiveness, he just lowered his eyelids and brushed a little snow from her hair: "It's cold today, you should go back first."

Angelina raised her eyes and looked at him for a while, she mustered up the courage to hold his hand, and whispered softly like a sister he had fantasized about, her tone was like praying: "In the future... I will always support you, Lan Brother Se, today is the first snow day, I sincerely bless you sincerely, because you are worthy, you are worthy of the best and happiest thing in the world."

Lancer looked at her with soft eyes: "You too, Angelina, I bless you."

Lancer watched her walk away step by step.

How should I put it, even in that house, most of his memories were not very good, but Lancer still felt a little sentimental when he learned that it was going to change hands today.

It didn't feel good to lose home suddenly, and even though it was so cold, he would never go back.

It seems that nothing is solid, and a house made of stone is no different from human feelings.

It's so cold, but Lancer thinks about it, and actually wants to eat ice cream.

Obviously there are quite a few weirdos like this, otherwise he wouldn't have queued for such a long time.

He pulls his hood down a bit to avoid being recognized, which sounds narcissistic, but after this afternoon's trip, he's not too adventurous.

He thought it over, thinking about the upcoming holiday rental, and chose the most common milk ice cream.

However, the only clerk glanced at his face and widened his eyes.

Lancer really didn't want to be so embarrassed, but he couldn't help it, so he made a quiet gesture to her.

Immediately, he got a three-ball ice cream topped with various sprinkles for 10 star coins.

Any more is the unbearable weight of the life of that little brittle tube.

He was speechless and could only nod to her and say thank you.

Lancer ate the unsightly little fish cracker first, and then slowly licked the strawberry-flavored ice cream on top.

It's too cold. In this weather, the ice cream tastes only thin and sweet, and the tongue feels more of a cold tingling.

A little lost.

He lowered his head to avoid people passing by in the dormitory building, and finally managed to reach his dormitory.

There was a man standing at the door.

He is tall and has broad shoulders. He wears a long coat that doesn't look too thick and a fedora hat. The collar of the clothes is turned up high, covering his chin, and matching with the hat. From the side, only one can be seen. A small fair face.

What's the matter, is it very popular to block other people's doors today?

But what he was wearing was not the customary set of clothes, so...

The sound of his footsteps startled the other party who seemed to be waiting.

The other party turned his face away, easily exposing himself with a pair of blue eyes.

Lancer almost missed his ice cream.

"Sa...you..."

He couldn't say what he said later, because the other party had strode over, proving his longing with a firm hug.

Lancer didn't understand why he hugged him as soon as he came up, and was almost hugged by him. In desperation, he could only hold up the ice cream and let him hug him, so as to save a dress that must be expensive.

The hat on the opponent's head slipped off again, and he held it down with his other hand.

"You... why are you standing outside? Isn't it cold?"

Samuel hugged this thin but soft body tightly, rubbed his cheeks against the soft new hair behind his ears, and gently smelled the scent of orange blossom in his hair, a little blush appeared on his cheeks.

"...forgot" I left in such a hurry that I forgot to bring the duplicated ID card.

Maybe I have forgotten my mind, otherwise I can't think of any nice words now, so I will ask and answer here.

Lanser had no choice, although he didn't mind getting bored with the long-lost big cat, but the real ice cream melted very quickly, so he could only spoil the scenery: "Sami, put me down first, let's go in, okay?" ?”

The tall blond man pressed down on the corner of his mouth where he couldn't see, but let him go obediently, and stood aside with his head drooping, watching him take out his pocket with his left hand and hold the ice cream in his right.

He remembered that when Lancer was stunned just now, the tip of his pink tongue stuck out a little bit, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't help lowering his head a little nervously, and his shoes crushed the ground.

I kind of want to eat ice cream.

The door clicked open, and the ice cream was about to melt.

Lancer was really embarrassed. He felt that his movements were not very coordinated under the influence of the residual alcohol, and his reaction was also slowed down.

Worried about someone passing by, he rushed into the dormitory, frantically took out his ID card to open the door, and hurriedly pushed Sammy in. When he closed the door, he saw thick pink slurry was about to flow onto his fingers.

At this moment, a shadow fell, and a golden head approached, very naturally bit off the half-melted pink ice cream ball, and licked off the edge of the crispy cone by the way.

sweet.

Just like a boyfriend who just got the privilege of living together, he licked a little ice cream overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his plump lips turned a little red. He himself was taken aback by Meng Lang's actions, but his face was still stubborn ground, pretending to be calm looking at him.

There is also a little childish complacency that is not obvious.

Can Ai Zhu hug you at will?

Da Congyuan, have you ever eaten your ice cream?

Have they ever entered your room?

Lancer couldn't read those blue eyes full of jealousy and complacency, but looked hesitantly at the ice cream.

"Hey, wait a minute, can't I buy you a new ice cream?"

He motioned to Sammy to throw it away for him, then handed it to him, and walked into the room at the same time, he wanted to turn on the heating equipment first, after all, the room was too cold.

Samuer hesitated a little, but he took it anyway, pinching the small tip of the ice cream cone helplessly, and followed behind him like a little tail.

After his sanity returned, he felt as if it was not hygienic.

But on second thought, his face turned red again.

It's not like I haven't kissed before, what's wrong with eating an ice cream.

He recently watched some contemporary love movies and novels, and also observed some well-known couples on Xingwang. It seems that it is very common to eat what each other ordered.

He must always remember that Lanser's living environment and living habits are very different from his. As a suitor, he should take the initiative to integrate into the life of the other party. This is an important thing he has only recently learned.

And he obviously felt that the absence of so many days had an impact on their relationship. In the past, Lancer would have been very happy to see him.

But today, Lancer acted so indifferently, even seemed a little troubled.

He thought with a little disappointment that it might also be because he has no talent for likability.

So Samir just hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes, held the small ice cream cone, thought about the tip of the other party's tongue, opened his mouth obediently, and started to solve this sweet little trouble seriously.

The folk ice cream is quite delicious.

Lancer entered the room and turned on the room temperature system. After adjusting the temperature, he realized that he forgot to tell Sammy to help throw it away.

Really dizzy.

It was a matter of tens of seconds, but when he turned around, he found that Sammy had already started to eat the crispy tube. Seeing him looking over, he speeded up and ate it as quickly as if he had completed the task.

She also looked at him expectantly.

Lancer stared at the crumbs at the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing to those blue eyes.

Somehow, that old room temperature system starts up so fast this time?

His face felt a little hot.

The author says:

Samir: I don't have much to like

Samir: I just know how to eat my wife's leftovers