Even so, I still like you

The pot on the table is an old-fashioned mandarin duck hot pot that looks like a gossip diagram, divided into two. Now the restaurant outside has at least four grids to start with. It is very difficult to find this kind of pot.

Half of the butter hot pot, half of the mushroom soup pot, red and white rolled, gurgling very festively, Shen Tongguang looked at it for a while, propped his chin and asked: "Have you ever heard a word?"

"what."

"People who eat mandarin duck hotpot together after meeting twice will definitely form an indissoluble bond."

Zhang Yuhang mixed the sauce without raising his head: "Nie Yuan."

"Really," Shen Tongguang curled his lips, "If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

The secret sauce that Zhang Yuhang said is really not bragging. It looks like an ordinary bowl. Once the meat and vegetables are covered with special fragrance, the vegetables taste like meat, and the meat tastes like elixir. .

His mouth hurts, he can't eat spicy food, and he is greedy for the smell of butter, so he picks up the hot pot and rinses it in the white pot before eating, and the white pot is also full of soup in a short time.

Shen Tongguang glanced at Zhang Yuhang guiltily, and suddenly found that Zhang Yuhang was staring at him.

This scene is like some indifferent and strange researchers in white coats in the movie who give animals something to eat to observe their reaction. Shen Tongguang thinks of this and suddenly feels a little creepy: "... What are you doing?"

Zhang Yuhang said, "Hair."

Shen Tongguang looked at him suspiciously.

"Is it too long, I always feel like I'm going to fall into the bowl."

"Will you?" Shen Tongguang pulled a strand of hair that fell to his shoulders, looked at it, and said indifferently, "You can tie it for me."

"Are you out of hands?"

"I'm a sick patient." Shen Tongguang said while pointing at the lazy sofa with the end of his chopsticks, smiling, "the rubber band is there, thank you."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face with your hand.Zhang Yuhang looked at him blankly for a while, then got up to get the rubber band back.

Probably because he stayed outside for too long just now, Shen Tongguang's slightly long hair felt cool in his hands, as soft as satin.Zhang Yuhang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly tied Shen Tongguang's hair into a fluttering bird's nest like a sack without any warmth at all.

Shen Tongguang was eating happily, stroked his hair, and only sighed: "Straight man."

Zhang Yuhang sat back opposite him and sneered, "Aren't you?"

Shen Tongguang chewed the soft and elastic wide noodles in his mouth, looked up at him, and didn't speak.

The steaming white mist of the hot pot rose between the two of them and then slowly dispersed. Zhang Yuhang couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth: "...you're not serious, are you?"

Shen Tong just ate the powder, blinked, tilted his head, pursed his lips and smiled.

Silence is golden, and Chen Mo is Cambridge tonight. One minute after the conversation stopped abruptly, Zhang Yuhang's cell phone began to sing loudly: "Tudou Tudou, I'm Sweet Potato, please answer! Tudou Tudou, I It's sweet potatoes, I heard—"

Zhang Yuhang didn't know if it was hot or what, his face was flushed, and he grabbed it vigorously: "Hey!"

Shen Tongguang was already smiling on the table, his shoulders were trembling, and he was about to slide down.

The friend over there was crying and howling: "Wulihang, why don't you come?"

"I'm not going, something happened suddenly."

"what's up?"

A girl's voice came faintly from the microphone, as if Jiang Yun had come over.

"Things are things, Things, hang up, please help me explain to my senior sister."

Zhang Yuhang himself felt a little baffled. It was not easy for the student union to gather with so many people in the office. He was still having dinner with a man suspected of being gay.

When he hung up the phone, he glanced at Shen Tongguang. The other party had finished eating and was swiping his phone there, as if nothing happened just now.

Zhang Yuhang couldn't explain how he felt. He used to have an attitude of being irrelevant to this kind of thing. He didn't like it or reject it. Anyway, he didn't touch him, but he didn't feel sick when it happened. Or disgust.

He suddenly remembered Shen Tongguang's expression when he heard him say he was going to buy breakfast that morning, surprised, at a loss, mixed with some inexplicable emotions... similar to fear, trembling.

Feeling very pitiful for no reason, like a lame dog that has been wandering for a long time, withdrawn and humble, feeling overwhelmed by the little warmth that people give.

"Shen Tongguang." Zhang Yuhang called him, reached out and turned the fire to the lowest gear, "Do you want to add a friend?"

what?

Just kidding - this is Shen Tongguang's first feeling, you know I'm gay and you want to add me?You want to add me after seeing me being beaten up like this?Seeing how messed up I am, you still want to add me?

Do you want to have a close-up human observation?Still think he's funny?

In fact, he could get away with it just now, but he deliberately didn't veto it, as if he had always been like this all these years, forcing everyone away unconsciously.

In just a few seconds, Shen Tongguang gave himself another brainstorm. He tried his best to adjust his facial expression, and asked very reservedly: "Why add friends?"

In fact, even a royal princess with an authentic bloodline can hardly look reserved with a disheveled chicken coop thatched head.

Zhang Yuhang was as calm as if he was wearing an iron cloth with a golden bell cover: "Eat with food."

Shen Tongguang made a small cut, and pressed the corner of his mouth to open the QR code to him: "For your sake of cooking and washing dishes."

Occasionally, it feels like someone is eating with you, um...not bad, and Zhang Yuhang doesn't ask questions, so it's very comfortable to get along with.

The headshot of Shen Tongguang is a man in a black suit and white shirt, and only the second button is shown in the photo. Zhang Yuhang knew it was not him at a glance, because his shoulders were too stiff.

"What does Shug mean?"

Shuge is Shen Tongguang's screen name.

"Why don't you understand this?" Shen Tongguang said sweetly, "Tangtang~~~"

Zhang Yuhang was instantly covered with goosebumps from his scalp to the soles of his feet. He felt cold for a moment, and couldn't help asking a question sincerely: "What is your occupation?"

"What do you mean?" Shen Tongguang changed his face faster than turning a book.

"You are squatting at home."

"What, what nonsense are you talking about!" Shen Tongguang was very excited. He reached out and pulled out a periodical cartoon on the corner of the table, patting it hard: "Tell you this shocking secret, I am a serious cartoonist ! Didn’t expect that!”

"Really." Zhang Yuhang glanced at the boldly colored cover, "What did you draw?"

"'There's a Vampire in the Fridge'!"

"...The author of that cartoon is Qi Jingteng, an uncle with a beard." Zhang Yuhang was speechless, "You pretend I don't surf the Internet."

"Vampire in the Refrigerator" tells the story of a vampire hunter whose older brother failed to protect his young younger brother and watched his younger brother be bitten and turned into a vampire.

The younger brother became the first vampire in the world who did not lose his mind, and the elder brother who was afraid that he would be taken away by the organization for experiments could only let the younger brother stay in the refrigerator every day, while he went out to find "food" for the younger brother.

The manga published a single line last year, and it immediately became popular on the Internet. The author even appeared on a famous talk show, even people like him who don't pay much attention to Two-dimensional know it.

Shen Tongguang slowly lowered his eyelids for a while and looked at the three big characters "Qi Jingteng" followed by the main comic, then raised his head and made a face: "Hey, I can't lie to you."

"Hey what..." Zhang Yuhang's head was full of black lines, and he felt that this person was more naive than he thought, "If you don't want to say it, forget it, I'll go wash the dishes."

A quarter of an hour later, he finished packing all the pots and pans and came out. The living room was very quiet. After searching for a while, he found that Shen Tongguang was curled up in a ball and had fallen asleep on the beanbag sofa.

No wonder there are tatami mats everywhere in the house, so you can sleep right away, right?Zhang Yuhang thought helplessly, this is really the first time he has seen a person who implements the principle of being able to sit or not to stand or to lie down or not to sit so thoroughly.

Because of the improper sleeping position, Shen Tongguang's neck stretched out a slender and obvious line, which was so fragile that he could pinch it back and forth with one hand.

This person always gives him a feeling of being out of the world, living in a mess, not caring about anything, he can do anything, only when he eats delicious food, he will show a really happy expression Looking at him like a dog.

Shen Tongguang was like a child when he fell asleep, Zhang Yuhang squatted down and looked at his livid and purple face like a fruit shop for a while, gradually, a small hole in his heart seemed to be blown by the breeze.

Like a ghost, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the two hairs on the top of Shen Tongguang's head.

At that time, Zhang Yuhang hadn't heard of a very great emotion theory - 90.00% of Jiu's love originated from heroism and compassion.

The author says:

Shin (0.0): I heard yesterday was Valentine's Day!

Zhang (-o-): So what, don't forget that we are the male protagonists of the serious website, if we don't want to be locked in the black room, we will just eat your mandarin duck pot.