Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe took the phone from his ear, looked at the call that showed "End", and sat on the ground in a daze for a while.

"Is it my delusion?" He asked the dog Xiaohe.

I always feel that this phone call is not very exciting.

Of course Gou Xiaohe didn't understand what he was talking about, so he flicked his tail and barked.

Bian Qiao didn't say when he would come back, Gou Xiaohe had nothing to do at home, his head was dazed in the car, and he lay down on the sofa after taking a shower.

He was a little hungry, and wanted to wait for Bianqiao to have dinner together. He waited until it was dark and Bianqiao didn't come back, so he had to order a takeaway for himself first.

Thinking about it, he went to a convenience store and ordered a few bottles of plum garden and canned yellow peaches.

Hu Yuan called him on WeChat and asked if he was home.

Gou Xiaohe was chatting with him while waiting for the takeaway, and Gou Xiaohe was obediently lying on the rug at the corner of the sofa watching TV, when suddenly he raised his ear and ran towards the entrance.

"Hang up first, my takeaway is here." Gou Xiaohe said something to Hu Yuan, jumped off the sofa and followed.

As soon as the door was opened, Bianqiao was standing outside the door, just about to unlock it with fingerprints, and was looking at it with a takeaway bag in the other hand.

"Did you deliver food?" Gou Xiaohe was taken aback.

"As expected of a dog's brain." Cui Yang's voice came over with a smile. He was squatting on the ground to tie his shoelaces, and Gou Xiaohe almost didn't notice him.

Bian Qiao glanced at him speechlessly, threw the takeaway over, pushed the door open and entered the house.

"When I arrived at the door, I happened to meet the delivery boy who stopped the car, and Bian Qiao picked it up." Cui Yang followed in, stood at the entrance and stared at his feet, "Day, I change my shoes as soon as I enter the door, why should I tie my shoelaces?"

The ordered dinner and drinks happened to be delivered together, Gou Xiaohe followed Bianqiao with the bag in his arms, and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten outside." Bian Qiao raised his hand to wipe off his T-shirt, and went to get water from the refrigerator.

"I bought you a plum garden." The drink happened to be iced, so Gou Xiaohe hurriedly took it out of the takeout bag.

"Give me a bottle." Cui Yang came over and asked, "Is there any more?"

"Yes." Gou Xiaohe continued to tear at the bag, "I also bought canned yellow peaches."

Before he could take it out, Bian Qiao raised his hand to Cui Yang, and threw Li Ziyuan over very naturally.

Gou Xiaohe was taken aback.

"Why does your family like to drink this all the time?" Cui Yang caught Li Ziyuan and weighed it twice. "I drank it when I was a child, and I forgot the taste. I just remember that the packaging has not changed for 800 years."

Bian Qiao pulled out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator again, unscrewed the cap and took two sips.

Meeting Gou Xiaohe's eyes, he shook the bottle and explained: "I just finished playing, I'm too tired to drink that."

"Are you polite?" Cui Yang turned his head.

Bianqiao smiled, brushed his hair and went out from the kitchen: "I'll take a shower."

Bian Qiao didn't go downstairs after taking a shower, Cui Yang chatted with Gou Xiaohe, asked him why he was there these days, and went up after a while.

Gou Xiaohe sat in the restaurant eating by himself, distracted while eating.

After eating and clearing up the trash, he went upstairs to Bianqiao's room, where cheerful Disney animations were playing on the projector, and Bianqiao and Cui Yang were sitting on the carpet playing games.

"Come on." Cui Yang shouted when he saw him coming in.

"The support recruited in this lobby is not as good as you can play. You can come to my online line with just a pair of shoes. I can't even buy gems. I'm speechless."

Gou Xiaohe sat down beside Bianqiao, watched them finish the game, and then formed a team with them.

This is someone who grabs the jungler, Bianqiao is all-powerful, and fills in on the fifth floor.

While still preparing for the interface, the jungler said "Follow me with support", and as soon as he entered the map, he clicked several "Follow me with support".

"That's what annoys me." Cui Yang typed in the channel: Can you fly, bro.

Jungle: Gou eats your line at the bottom of the tower.

Cui Yang: Let's go.

This jungler is really okay. Although he is a support boy, he is not bad at playing. He took Gou Xiaohe to grab the dragon in the middle, and Gou Xiaohe jumped out with an assist. Not only did he grab the dragon, but he accidentally rubbed four heads .

He and the jungler stood in the dragon pit and looked at each other, listening to the system's endless broadcast of three kills and four kills, the jungler tapped his profile picture, and he sent an apology to the jungler.

"I'm dying of laughter." Cui Yang was overjoyed.

Bian Qiao took a look at the map, smiled too, and said "6".

Gou Xiaohe looked up at him, although he was praised, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Returning to the spring water to restore a wave of state, he didn't want to play wild with this one, so he went to find Bianqiao.

The jungler began to frantically click "Assist, please follow me", and asked Gou Xiaohe to get the mana.

Gou Xiaohe was a little annoyed by him, he opened his mouth and was about to speak, when Bianqiao leaped over the tower to take away the head of the person on the opposite side, and said, "I'm on the order, don't follow me."

"Come with me." Cui Yang came out from his wild area, "I'll steal the red buff and take you."

The game was over, and Gou Xiaohe won the MVP out of nowhere.

The jungler added him, and he took a look at it and rejected it.

Just when Cui Yang's father called him to come home, Gou Xiaohe quit the game directly, looked at Bianqiao and said, "I don't want to play anymore."

Originally, Bian Qiao was just driving a couple of times with Cui Yang, so he let out a nonchalant "hmm", looked at the time, and said to Gou Xiaohe, "Go to sleep."

It was past eleven o'clock, and the two of them were sleeping in separate rooms, so it was time to go back to the house.

But Gou Xiaohe didn't want to move.

He felt very strange. I couldn't say exactly what was strange, but everything was awkward.

He thought that Bianqiao would be angry with him for sneaking back to his hometown, but Bianqiao didn't even ask.

Not only did he not ask, he was even very "friendly", he didn't ignore people, he didn't have a cold face, he didn't even feel dissatisfied with sleeping separately, and his attitude towards Gou Xiaohe was extremely natural.

It's so natural.

It was so natural that Gou Xiaohe couldn't help wondering if he was too caring, and it was so natural that it seemed that they had always been in this way of getting along.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, not the kind of severe discomfort, more like an itchy spot on the body, but no matter how you scratch it, you can't grab it in the right place, but it makes your whole body feel uncomfortable.

"Bianqiao."

Gou Xiaohe called him, and Bian Qiao looked over, but he didn't know what he wanted to say.

After thinking for a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Don't you like drinking plum garden?"

Bianqiao looked at him for a while, straightened one arm back, and put the other hand in front of him, turning the phone up and down, as if he was also thinking.

"I've never liked it." He told Gou Xiaohe.

This is not irony, nor is it anger. This time, there is no so-called temptation or temptation. He is very calm and frank, and decides to have a frank and honest talk with Gou Xiaohe.

"When I was in the countryside, I had nothing to drink, and other drinks were even worse, so I had to drink it."

"Later it was because I liked you, and I could accept everything you liked."

"Now that I don't like it, I don't want to drink it anymore."

Gou Xiaohe seldom heard Bian Qiao say so many words in one breath, and his ears were still numb from the phrase "I like you". The next second, because of "I don't like you anymore", he was so stunned that he forgot to blink.

"...Don't you like it?" He repeated in a low voice.

Bianqiao narrowed his eyelids, and frankly corrected: "I don't want to like it anymore."

Gou Xiaohe still stared at him in a daze, his mind was confused.

He couldn't tell the difference between the words.

For him, the feeling of "liking" seems to be uncontrollable. He liked Bianqiao the first time he saw him when he was a child, and wanted to treat him well.No matter how fierce Bian Qiao is, no matter how much he hates him, he still likes Bian Qiao very much.

"Gou Xiaohe, although I don't like to talk about these things, I don't like to analyze myself, but I know that I am a very extreme person."

Bian Qiao's tone was very calm, maintaining his own rhythm, looking at Gou Xiaohe and continuing.

"Before I thought you liked me too—the kind of liking I thought you would be afraid of liking. I thought you just didn't understand, so as long as I express it, you will understand."

"I didn't know until after I expressed it. It's not that you don't understand, but you just don't like me, at least not the kind of like I want."

Gou Xiaohe's eyes moved, and his heart beat faster when he heard these words, and he remembered what Bian Qiao did between his legs that night.

Bianqiao didn't know if he thought of it too, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the movement of turning the phone slowly stopped.

"Since you don't like it, forget it." He collected his emotions and continued, "Being friends like you want."

"In the future, you don't have to be afraid of what I will do to you. I will treat you no matter how you get along with Jiang Chao Cui Yang and Ren Pengfei."

Like Jiang Chao and Cui Yang?

Gou Xiaohe was stunned again.

"You too." Bian Qiao raised his eyes again and stared at him.

"Gou Xiaohe, your likes are too clearly differentiated, and too greasy."

"Since we want to be friends, don't treat me like you in the future, and don't be disappointed because I didn't drink Li Ziyuan..." Bian Qiao paused, his voice suddenly became rough, "Don't look at me like that. "

"Don't get me wrong again."

Gou Xiaohe was startled, his heartbeat just now had completely turned into panic, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, not knowing what kind of eyes he was looking in now.

He only felt that what Bian Qiao said was not wrong, but in his heart he didn't know why but felt very uncomfortable.

"After that, when you feel better, can I not hug you anymore?" He asked Bian Qiao in a low voice.

Bian Qiao stared at him for a long time, and finally closed his eyes tiredly.

"Yeah." He gave up communicating with Gou Xiaohe's brain circuit, and told him the correct way to do it, "You can treat me as you want to get along with Hu Yuan in the future."

Gou Xiaohe is not a person who "worships the high and tramples the low" in friendship, and Hu Yuan is also his important friend, but turning Bianqiao into Hu Yuan will change the weight too much.

Bian Qiao is special in his heart, he just wants to treat Bian Qiao well, how can he be like Hu Yuan?

And even if it was Hu Yuan, he didn't have to deliberately keep a distance from Hu Yuan.

"Then I've been sleeping with Hu Yuan at Hu Yuan's house for the past few days when I went back to my hometown."

He tried to make Bianqiao understand what he meant.

"Even when Hu Yuan and I were playing, sometimes we would hug and pat each other, not without any contact at all."

Bian Qiao understands, but he doesn't want to accept Gou Xiaohe's closeness without boundaries.

It was really just torture for him.

"You said it yourself." He tilted his neck and reminded Gou Xiaohe in a low voice, "Forgot?"

He said it himself, and he will no longer be clingy with Bianqiao in the future, of course Gou Xiaohe has not forgotten it.

But he looked at Bian Qiao's slightly raised eyebrows, and was taken away suddenly. He felt that Bian Qiao's casual gesture was so handsome that he wanted to touch Bian Qiao's face.

Subconsciously, he wanted to boast, "You're so handsome" was on the verge of his mouth, but remembering that he didn't praise Hu Yuan either, he had to shut up and hold back.

"Good night then." As if he had lost his soul, he got up in a daze and looked at Bianqiao.

Bian Qiao still sat on the carpet with his arms propped back, without moving, and raised his chin towards the door.

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