kiss Me

At half past nine in the evening, there are not many people who are willing to go out for supper, but most of them are the most tossing type, as if they are not just finishing a large-scale event, but going to the continuation stall after the party—— BBQ stand.

Contemporary young people can’t escape drinking when they have a meal, but they can’t drink too much, so they just fill up with a few cans of beer and put them together with the grilled fish skewers on the table, which is more like a fancy tool for setting off the atmosphere.

Drinking can't escape the wine table game, and no one brings props for the impromptu dinner party, so they had to play a few rounds of Russian roulette with the help of the dice emoji in WeChat, consuming a bunch of fruit beer kindly given by the store-after a few rounds Feeling that only drinking is too boring, simply return to the simplest verbal games, such as truth or dare.

"Then throw the dice on the phone, and the person with the lowest number of points will choose truth or risk, or fine wine." Meng Qi waved his hands on the table, rarely using the posture of a senior to overwhelm others, "I won't play anymore , I can’t drink anymore, and no one will pay for you if you drink any more..."

After all, he was short-mouthed, and no one could refute it when it came to this, so he had to acquiesce in being the only referee who stayed out of the storm.

But expecting him to be a serious, serious and honest person to enliven the atmosphere is a little bit reluctant—unknowingly, the right to speak was transferred back to a few people in the Culture and Sports Department, headed by Zhao Huanhuan, who announced the throwing of the dice noisily, and the group message rang In a row, the people at the table were silent for a few seconds, and then became noisy again.

Lin Wu was unusually quiet, not as active in the atmosphere group as before, and didn't respond to the results of the dice roll. He responded belatedly when his name was called, and realized that he and another boy from the next department The same is "2" points, and another game is required to determine the winner.

"Come on..." He propped his chin with one hand, shook the phone with the other hand, and glanced in Qin Shu's direction intentionally or unintentionally while speaking, thinking that it would be better to lose, as they were almost finished drinking up.

Qin Shu obviously noticed his strangeness, but failed to catch his passing gaze. His eyes fell on the cans in his hand, and he couldn't help frowning.

Lin Wu should have sat next to him—but he had to avoid suspicion.

The barbecue stalls near the university at this point are always busy, and you have to shout to talk.Qin Shu glanced at the results of the dice roll in the group, and the next second he heard the voice of hooting, he couldn't tell who the speaker was, but the content came to his ears clearly.

"Student Xiaolin, choose the truth or take risks?"

Everyone around their relationship knows that they usually don't deliberately show their affection, but they don't hide it, so when the words fell, people looked at him as expected—including Lin Wu, who expressed his affection through the messy forehead. The unknown glance was overexposed by the overly bright incandescent lights of the barbecue booth, and even the smile turned into swaying glass shards, reflecting the fleeting brilliance when the wine glass was broken, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Let's be honest," he heard Lin Wu answer with a raised voice, "Let's just take the big risk, some people will be jealous."

Just like the king's game last time, more complicated issues will be involved after the jealousy - and he doesn't want to think about these now.

Half-drunk people don't have much reason left when they speak, and their pointers are as clear as a clear statement, which makes the curiosity of the melon-eating people who are still hidden and tucked up be brought to the surface, and it is logical to equate "true words" with "true words" Love Gossip".

But the object of the gossip was Qin Shu, and they didn't dare to ask too much. After a long time of tossing, they still asked a simple question like an introduction, "How long have you been dating, and who confessed first."

However, the simpler questions are more difficult for them to answer. Like the finished product bestowed by God, it is perfect from the beginning, and the immature stage cannot be traced back.

Lin Wu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and instinctively lowered his gaze to pretend to think, covering up the little unknown fluctuations—so only the wine was left in his field of vision, the transparent plastic cup unique to food stalls, filled with At some point, half a glass of beer was poured, and the reflection of the wine stung his eyes sorely.

Then he heard the words from someone, saying that the first time he wrote a love letter was at the age of 14, and it has been five years now.

He cleared his throat, didn't speak, took half of the glass of wine and drank it down, then narrowed his eyes and replied like a fool: "It's been too long, I can't remember it, it's been many years..."

Like a fox who is too lazy to pretend to be a liar, but no one can see through his lies, or the real disappointment he mixed in the lies-we haven't been together yet, and if we take a lot of steps back, it can only be regarded as an agreement to date. After many months, they are far from the stable relationship in the eyes of others, and no one will believe it.

Except for Qin Shu.

Thinking of this, he put down his wine glass and sat back to his original position. Without looking at Qin Shu's expression, he listened to the teasing of the people around him and started the next round - this time the points were "5", and it was not his turn to be punished. , but it didn't prevent him from filling himself another glass and drinking it quietly one by one.

In retrospect, his self-abandonment probably started with this cup.

Probably because of his extraordinary talent, he has always been a good drinker. He used to be the last group of sober people when gathering with friends, so that he saved a lot of contact information of "friends of friends" in his mobile phone for emergencies .

If he doesn't want to get drunk, no one else can get him drunk.

However, this time, perhaps because Qin Shu was by his side and he didn't need to stay awake to clean up the mess, a certain tight string in his subconscious unknowingly relaxed and let his rare self-intoxicated behavior - at first there was no reason, It was just a simple experience of emotional ups and downs, too many threads in his thoughts, and he needed a little alcohol to divert his attention. After all, he has always been a person who regards life as a dream. In Qin Shu's overly cautious rational framework, he was a little out of breath.

It wasn't until he was asked that unsolvable question that the loss, unwillingness and wavering that he had hidden in his heart suddenly emerged, evaporated in the cumin-flavored wine, and became the catalyst for him to get himself drunk, or is an accomplice.

The phone vibrated a few times very frequently, which was more frequent than the dice emoji in the group. He was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that it was a message from someone else——Qin Shu reminded him to drink less drinks halfway across the table, Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach.

It's not on an empty stomach, he obviously took a bite of grilled fish... Lin Wu blinked, and retorted illogically in his heart, glanced at his empty dinner plate from the corner of his eye, and lost the confidence to put the rebuttal into practice, only puffed up He seemed to turn over his phone, pretending he hadn't read the messages.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time he was "drunk" in front of Qin Shu, and his brother wouldn't really care about anything with him.