Demolition of the bridge across the river

A selfie that Bianqiao posted and then retracted made Gou Xiaohe tease enough.

He didn't even bother to think about his aunt and uncle, and waited for Bianqiao to reply him with his mobile phone in his hand.

Bianqiao ignored him.

"Under what circumstances would you take the initiative to send selfies to others?" Gou Xiaohe was still struggling and asked while playing games with Hu Yuan after visiting the grave and starting the usual half-day tour of Hu Yuan's house.

"I want people to praise me." Hu Yuan said, "Isn't posting selfies just for people to see people praise you?"

"But it was withdrawn after sending it." Gou Xiaohe hesitated, "Say it was sent to the wrong person."

"Damn, has someone used a trick with you?" Hu Yuan was delighted when he heard that, "It was on purpose."

"What do you mean?" Gou Xiaohe didn't understand.

"For example," Hu Yuan gave him an example, "I like Gou Jiaqian, and I want to talk to her, and I want her to see my handsome photos, but I'm too embarrassed, so I pretend to send her something, and then withdraw it when I'm done. This topic Isn't it there?"

"I knew you liked Gou Jiaqian, but you didn't admit it before." Gou Xiaohe started to laugh halfway through listening.

Gou Jiaqian was a female classmate of him and Hu Yuan in junior high school. Hu Yuan was always bullying others when he had nothing to do.

"What, let me give you an example." Hu Yuan felt ashamed, lowered his head and wiped his nose, "Why are you acting like a straight man, you don't understand anything."

"I was originally." Gou Xiaohe said.

"Hey, it's not that 'straight man'." Hu Yuan waved his hand, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

"Anyway, no matter who it is, what reason or excuse, posting a selfie and withdrawing the designation is intentional, you just keep this in mind."

He still hadn't forgotten the point of this conversation and emphasized it to Gou Xiaohe.

"If you're interested in someone, just go back, and just praise him for being good-looking. If you're not interested, the other side has withdrawn anyway, so just pretend you didn't see it."

"Ah." Gou Xiaohe nodded thoughtfully, "Quickly push the tower, the jungler hit me again."

"Play a mage 3-8, no matter who you choose." Hu Yuan pressed his phone for a while, and couldn't help laughing again, "In what age is there still someone playing withdraw... It's really a native trick against the natives."

The phone finally vibrated in the table bucket again, Bian Qiao reached out and took it out, and Gou Xiaohe sent him a selfie.

It was taken now, I don’t know where I was lying on my stomach, I only took half of my face, like a gopher, with two eyes staring at the camera, a bunch of messy hair sticking out of my bangs.

He couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and clicked save casually. Just after saving, Gou Xiaohe withdrew the photo.

Bian Qiao put the phone back into the table bucket, put his forehead on his arm and smiled for half a minute.

Probably seeing that he didn't reply, Gou Xiaohe couldn't hold back any longer, so he typed and asked him: Did you see what I sent?

The corners of Bian Qiao's mouth were so upturned that he couldn't press it down, he pouted his cheeks and replied unhurriedly:?

Gou Xiaohe reposted the selfie just now, and asked him: Did you see it?

Bianqiao: Yes

Just after returning, the photo was withdrawn again.

Gou Xiaohe checked the screen every ten seconds, but there was no reply from Bianqiao.

He couldn't hold back anymore, and asked Bian Qiao: Why don't you praise me for taking selfies?

After several minutes, Bianqiao finally replied with two words: fool

Gou Xiaohe: [question.jpg][question.jpg]

Gou Xiaohe: Would you like to see what you are talking about?

Bianqiao: Use less Douyin

On the way back from his hometown, Gou Xiaohe took more than an hour to make a photo of Bianqiao and his selfie.

Then he went to Taobao and ordered a phone case for Bian Qiao in retaliation.

"Bianqiao!" Back at the villa, he kicked off his shoes and ran directly upstairs.

Bian Qiao was leaning on the bed and playing games, Gou Xiaohe jumped on him as soon as he entered the door: "Why don't you praise me?"

"Hiss." Bianqiao frowned after being smashed, moved his phone and glanced at Gou Xiaohe, "Is it a tiger?"

"It's fine if you don't praise, and you don't reply." Gou Xiaohe put him on his body and didn't move, pointing to Bianqiao, "I praised you already."

After reprimanding him, he hooked his head to look at Bianqiao's cell phone, feeling that this game would take a while, so he propped himself up on the bed and wanted to get up: "I'm going to change clothes."

As soon as one leg landed on the ground, a series of shouts suddenly came from Bianqiao's cell phone: "My mother, my mother, brother Qiao, save me, I'm going to die, and the opposite side is squatting at me like a wild dog!"

Gou Xiaohe hooked the slippers on his feet.

Bianqiao usually played games with those few people, at most he and Sister Xuebing were brought along, and he had never heard this person's voice.

Boy, it sounds about their age, clear and crisp.

Also "Brother Bridge".

"Promise." Jiang Chao also appeared with a laughing voice, "Brother Qiao, pick him up."

Bian Qiao clicked on the voice, and responded lightly: "Here we come."

Gou Xiaohe's eyes were still fixed on the phone, and then moved to his face.

He didn't change his clothes anymore, and climbed back to take a closer look at the game interface, and saw a soft assistant who was following the side bridge and was sending "I love you" emoji. His name was "Coconut Tree Brand Chicken Juice".

Gou Xiaohe looked at the chicken juice, then at Bianqiao.

Bian Qiao's operation was as smooth as ever, he didn't stop, and raised his eyebrows at Gou Xiaohe, meaning "what are you looking at".

Gou Xiaohe wanted to ask who this pirated chicken juice was, but Bianqiao's microphone was still on, which made it difficult for him to speak.

This game only has three rows of Bianqiao Jiangchao and Chicken Juice, without Cui Yang and Ren Pengfei's bluffing. During the whole game, you can hear Chicken Juice screaming from time to time. He seems to repeat his words, not "help me" "Save me" means "Brother Qiao Qiao", after Bian Qiao rescued him, he would be tired of boasting a few more words.

In the last round of team battles, he also said, "It makes my legs weak, Brother Qiao, I really love him."

"The waves are softening, you." Jiang Chao laughed at him.

"It's hard not to be soft, okay." Chicken Juice frantically clicked on Bianqiao's profile picture, "I love it to death."

Gou Xiaohe didn't make a sound, he went to change his pajamas with his ears pricked up, and sat cross-legged next to the bridge, staring at his phone whenever Chicken Juice spoke.

The game was finally over, Bianqiao skipped the MVP animation and said to them, "It's done."

"Brother Qiao won't fight anymore?" Chicken Juice's tone was regretful.

Bian Qiao said "hmm": "My dog ​​is not happy, coax."

Jiang Chao let out a muffled laugh, and Chicken Juice was still shouting "Brother Qiao, are you still short of a dog?" Bian Qiao quit the game directly in the background, turned off the phone screen and threw it away, and sat up to get out of bed.

"Who is he?" Gou Xiaohe was finally able to speak, looking at Bianqiao and asked.

Bian Qiao leaned back on the bed with both arms, sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't get off, and said, "Friend."

"What kind of friend?" Gou Xiaohe asked, "I never heard you mention it."

Bianqiao looked at him for a few seconds before speaking again: "The friend Jiang Chao introduced, I just met."

Jiang Chao's friend Gou Xiaohe guessed it, and the tone of the two of them was very familiar.

But Jiang Chao specially introduced to Bianqiao's friends, the three of them formed a team, and specifically did not call Ren Pengfei and Cui Yang's friends...

"Is he gay too?" Gou Xiaohe's heart skipped a beat when he thought about the way Chicken Juice spoke.

"Ah." Compared with him, Bianqiao was calm, "What's wrong?"

Before Gou Xiaohe could sort out his thoughts, Bianqiao's cell phone vibrated, and a WeChat message popped up, with the name in the note being "Friend Jiang Chao".

Didn't you just finish playing the game, why do you still want to chat on WeChat?

Gou Xiaohe's eyebrows were wrinkled.

Bian Qiao opened the screen, and he leaned over to look at it. The chicken juice didn't post anything, just a few emoticons and the sentence "Brother, you are really handsome".

With just such a sentence, Gou Xiaohe was suddenly awakened.

Just as Bianqiao was about to lock the screen, he heard "Ah!" in his ear: "So you want to send the selfie to this chicken juice this morning?"

"It's so noisy, don't shout." Bian Qiao frowned, "Stay away from me."

Of course, Gou Xiaohe would not stay far away from Bianqiao, not only not far away, but also directly rushed to hang on Bianqiao's neck.

"Why are you doing this!" He couldn't help shouting, he was very emotional at the moment, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was, so he felt very unhappy and depressed.

Bian Qiao glanced at him helplessly, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, twisted his body and pushed Gou Xiaohe onto the bed: "What's wrong with me?"

Gou Xiaohe opened his mouth, unable to speak.

He didn't say anything, Bian Qiao didn't rush, the two of them just piled up on the bed and stared blankly.

"Do you want to fall in love with him?" After staring for a while, Gou Xiaohe choked out a sentence.

"No?" Bianqiao asked him immediately.

"No, no..." Gou Xiaohe saw that Bian Qiao didn't refute, and was even more awkward, "You don't know him! What if he is a liar? What if he is over 40 years old? There are not always such things on the Internet... "

"The local ones, Jiang Chao has seen them before." Bian Qiao interrupted him, "It's not a liar, it's not yet forty."

Gou Xiaohe felt as if someone had choked a ball of cotton in his throat, and his breath stuck in his throat.

"If you're not a liar, you might be ugly too." He continued to mutter with a little dark thought, "Otherwise, why doesn't Jiang Chao like it himself and wants to introduce it to you?"

Bianqiao laughed when he heard this sentence, took out his mobile phone, tapped it twice, and showed it to Gou Xiaohe.

It was a selfie, a big boy with delicate features, the corners of his eyes and mouth were curved, white and clean.

Gou Xiaohe stared at the photo until the screen turned off automatically, reached out and poked the screen in disbelief, took a light breath, and wanted to shout again: "You actually saved it to the photo album..."

Before he finished yelling, Bianqiao flicked a finger on his mouth, as if teaching the dog Xiaohe to protect food.

"What are you upset about?" He stared at Gou Xiaohe and asked.

"Am I unhappy?" Gou Xiaohe subconsciously retorted, stiffening his neck.

"Gou Xiaohe," Bian Qiao looked around his facial features, and even lowered his voice, "I'm gay, I like men, and I met someone who fits my aesthetics, why can't I save him?" photo?"

Those emotions just rushed up directly, like a strange instinct, Gou Xiaohe didn't even think about it.

Bian Qiao's words stopped him from asking, Gou Xiaohe thought about it with a blank face, the logic is correct.But the more he understood this truth, the more he felt as if he was being pinched. Thinking of Bian Qiao's repeated efforts to save that chicken juice just now, he felt very sour.

I have saved photos, how far can I go from kissing?

"Would you like him?" He blinked dully, feeling awkward when he said these words.

"Otherwise," Bian Qiao was still leaning on his head, his eyes were dark, almost staring at him, "like you?"

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very early today