Chosen unlucky guy

But in fact, He Jingle regretted it after he finished speaking. It is true that when the book is used up, he hates too little. He can't study well, and he can't even say anything beautiful when he is in love. Seeing Xin Sui maintain the previous action, as if he was frozen, for a long time There was no movement, he tilted his head in frustration, muttered and said: "Forget it, you think I—"

But before he finished speaking, Xin Sui shook his head and kissed his lips lightly.

"Sounds good."

Oops!Senior Xin has now become someone who can only talk nonsense!

But no matter what, he is much better than the young master He who has completely shut down and lost his speech function; under the gaze of everyone at the barbecue stall, He Jingle's mouth is open, showing some sharp front teeth. He looks at Xin Sui, obviously The request was made by himself, and now he pretends to be a innocent boy who is being treated lightly, "You you you me me me" for a long time without saying a word.

That's Xin Sui, that's his handsome boyfriend!

He was completely dizzy.

It was not until the two of them finished their meal and took a walk on the streets of Linshi, where the sky was gradually darkening, that they really began to feel the real feeling of being in love: it was just in the evening, and the street lights followed their footsteps and lit up one after another, scattered all over the ground, blurred and sticky The young boy’s food intake seems to be a bottomless pit, and eating the greasy skewers is not enough. When he turned around an intersection, he saw the sign of an ice shop lit up, and he clamored for ice again——

And by coincidence, what they saw was the same one that Xin Sui bought when he went to the police station in the middle of the night last time.

This national chain ice shop seems to be the same everywhere, with a string of wind chimes hanging at the gate, and when you open the door, you will startle the orange kitten lying on the steps; the sign on the order counter still says the most popular The strawberry flavor makes him always wonder if even the fonts are exactly the same, there is only one difference:

Last time he broke in alone and out of place, this time, two people walked in together.

Xin Sui stared blankly at the back of He Jingle who was studying the menu with his head down, and when he heard the other party talking, he was in a particularly good mood: "Waiter, I want a strawberry flavor, a super large cup!"

After finishing speaking, I have to turn around and ask again: "Xin Sui, what flavor do you want?"

"I don't eat much of this."

"Understood," He Jingle nodded in a serious manner. The so-called more food, more love for fun, just now he hesitated and couldn't speak, but now he acted better, just listened to him pretending to be surprised and read, "" Ah, I see, you must want to have a share with me, and then kiss indirectly!"

"..."

"Brother, your boyfriend won't be angry if you eat this with me, brother—"

"……To shut up."

"Beauty! I want a super big cup!" Xiao He happily added.

After eating ice, you have to drag your family with you. Young Master He settled down with his boyfriend, and immediately took out his mobile phone, typed a long string of words, and finally sent a voice directly, and his entire upper body was not in shape. Standing on the platform, and the voice is also lazily along; one look at this stinky manner, you know who you are chatting with: "I'm in the ice shop, does anyone want ice, handsome guy treats guests, first come first served!"

Within a few seconds of sending it out, the phone vibrated one after another. It felt like taking the Panpan buns to feed the monkeys in Mount Emei was nothing more than that; Next, Ke Wenyao has the mentality of not taking advantage of the advantage and not taking advantage of it. He can send people flying two miles through the screen: [I want two glasses. ]

[What? ] Yu Kangzhe followed closely, [Then I want three cups. ]

[Uh-huh. ] Said to Kongshan, [tonight, you two rush to grab the toilet and don’t knock on the door of our house. ]

"..."

He Jingle laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. It just so happened that the cup he ordered had already been shipped. Dang even shoved his phone into Xin Sui's hand. He fed it into Xin Sui's mouth: "Hurry up, hurry up, it's about to melt!"

Xin Sui didn't react—or rather, he didn't seem very smart since he walked into this store. Now he was stuffed with a big mouthful of ice, his mouth was bulging, and he still looked stupid. After a while, I thought about it and said, "I thought you didn't like strawberry flavor."

"Huh?" He Jingle concentrated on digging for ice, not taking it seriously, "Didn't I just say last time that I like strawberry flavor the most?"

"I thought you were..."

It was to lie to me, to make me look less at a loss and hold the glass of ice that was about to melt like a fool from the beginning to the end.

He Jingle was also taken aback for a moment, and then quickly smiled. He shook his head and said, "Xin Sui, you are always like this, why didn't you ask me at that time? If I didn't tell you, we didn't just walk into this store today. Are you going to feel that I was pitying you for the rest of your life?"

Xin Sui stopped talking and pursed his lips tightly. Obviously, he really thought so.

But this matter is actually very contradictory, because most of the time Xin Sui feels that he has nothing to be pitiful for, and he already has things that many people do not have; but in many, many small moments, he feels that no one in the world Not pity him, as if you can peel off his false perfect skin just by looking at him, and then consider him with evil kindness and self righteousness.

For a long period of time before and after this, he refused to admit that this emotion has the most direct name, which is inferiority complex.

"Xin Sui?" He Jingle called him again, and he was shocked suddenly, realizing what he was thinking, breaking out in a damp cold sweat.

In all the growth process, most of Xin Sui's pain comes from self-correction, such as this moment.

He has to remind himself that he's determined to be in a relationship, so throw in the towel, trust completely, and be someone who's imperfect and hurts occasionally.

Love is not a compulsory course in his life, but he wants to give it a try, and he wonders why Jing Le got full marks in this subject.

"Well, I'm listening." He finally lowered his eyelashes and replied softly.

"Are you really listening?" He Jingle narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and repeated, "I just said that I have never eaten a more delicious strawberry smoothie than that night in my life."

"..."

"What I mean is," He Jingle suddenly looked at him very seriously, and said angrily, "Xin Sui, I will always like you, you have to trust me."

Senior Xin, who was always at ease, was speechless. He turned his head away in a hurry, and heard He Jingle's happy laughter after he succeeded; Each carried a large bag of ice that was about to melt and ran wildly. A few lines of dialogue could be heard floating in the air after a long distance:

"Xin Sui, why don't you say a few words, I have already confessed my love?"

"Xin Sui, Wai, Xin Sui, are you listening?"

"...Stop talking!" Xin Sui, whose ears were blushing in the night, was so ashamed and indignant that he slammed on the brakes and was about to speak when his phone buzzed twice in his butt pocket. Look, it turned out that Qu Guanyu, who should have left work long ago, called him: "Hello, Xin Sui?"

"I'm here, teacher."

He responded, and then he heard Qu Guanyu's voice suddenly became anxious, as if he had finally remembered something, or grasped some life-saving straw: "Let me ask you, what is the name of that classmate of yours?"

Under the moonlight, Xin Sui's heart suddenly dropped heavily, as if he had a premonition, he turned his head subconsciously and saw He Jingle's puzzled face.

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He Jingle, what else can you say besides saying that I like you? If you don’t listen to high school telling you to study Chinese well, look!The other paper figurines have dumped you for two miles! (vicious