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Fan Xi twitched his lips, walked quickly to the fruit and vegetable section, bought some apples whose price had been reduced due to their ugly appearance, and then went to buy other things.

Walking through the narrow aisle between the shelves, Guan Sheng really had nothing to buy, so he took a few pieces of dark chocolate symbolically, and said with a smile: "Do you remember that you used cocoa nuts to make chocolate and gave it to me as a birthday present?"

"Remember, you said it looked like cool poop."

"...But I still ate it." Guan Sheng followed Fan Xi to the instant noodle section, "What flavor do you like?"

"The hot and sour kind."

"Sichuan is not afraid of being spicy, Guizhou is not afraid of being spicy, and Hunan is not afraid of being spicy." Guan Sheng bent over slightly, touching the hot and sour instant noodles, "I thought I knew you quite well, but when I thought about it carefully, I didn't know very well. You don’t even know what you like to eat.” Seeing that Fan Xi didn’t respond, he continued to search for words, “Why don’t you ask, what flavor do I like to eat?”

Fan Xi glanced at the dazzling array of five-packs of instant noodles, turned his head and smiled: "Okay, then ask."

"In the middle of the night, when there are gluttons in my stomach, I prefer eight-treasure porridge to instant noodles."

Fan Xi held his breath and frowned slightly.The front of the thin sneakers suddenly bulged, and the toes were curled up, feeling embarrassed and ashamed because of the pipe voice.

He bent down, and instead of choosing any hot and sour noodles, he picked up two packs of fresh vegetable noodles that came with a glass bowl.

"Look at this big glass bowl, how beautiful it is." He said, walking towards the cashier.

"Don't buy some snacks?" Guan Sheng asked.

"Don't eat, what kind of snacks do big men eat?"

"Then how did you keep a Snickers bar in your bag?"

Fan Xi did not admit the current embarrassment, and responded calmly: "That was before, now that I am mature, I don't eat snacks anymore."

The two paid their own bills and walked out of the supermarket with their own concerns.

Fan Xi packed the eggs into his backpack, while the instant noodles and glass bowls were carried in Japanese takeaway bags.Guan Sheng said that there was nothing wrong with him and sent him home.He didn't refuse, but suddenly remembered something, and took out a black gold credit card from his wallet: "By the way, your card...you threw it down from upstairs, remember?"

Guan Sheng didn't answer, and said: "This is a supplementary card. I don't usually use it. You should keep it as a souvenir."

Fan Xi didn't force it back, and walked silently in the sweltering night when he had just fallen into ambush.The air and mood are anxious and humid.

He wanted to stay with Guan Sheng for a while longer, but also wanted to go home quickly, take a shower and breathe a sigh of relief.He wanted to get closer, like the two boys walking in front, hooking shoulders and calling each other brothers, laughing and cursing each other, but he was afraid of repeating the same mistakes.

This is why people who have been in love cannot be friends.Every moment we walk together, we are forced to think about the intimacy we once had and the things we have lost. It is a kind of psychological torture.

In the tea shop on the street, the elegant and fragrant tea fragrance wafts out, and the song from last year's new album is played by Guan Sheng.

"I didn't miss you very much,

Tear off a few calendars, but you can't tear off the bottom of my heart.

I don't miss you,

I am not good at comforting myself, but I am very good at coaxing you.

I still don't love you,

Well, we will become me and you after all..."

The lyrics are very ambiguous, and the piper hummed softly. He didn't say what he was thinking when he wrote this song, but moved his nose and said: "Brother, I think you are like a cup of tea. It looks plain, smells fragrant, and tastes bitter. The aftertaste is sweet."

Fan Xi laughed it off: "You call me green tea?"

"I wish you were green tea," Guan Sheng slapped his shoulder lightly and sighed, "know how to use ambiguity, scheming and means to benefit yourself as much as possible, and deliberately use retreat as an advance to hang others Appetite, let yourself live very easily, don’t worry about food and clothing. It’s not so stubborn that you don’t even need to give you a card.”

"I don't want to be green tea, I want to be a tuna." Fan Xi said calmly.

"Would you like to join the sashimi platter?"

He ignored this innocuous joke, weighed his backpack to cool his sweaty back, and continued on his own: "I heard that tuna have been swimming all their lives because of the degeneration of gill muscles. The water flows over the gills to get oxygen, and if it stops, it dies."

"Babao porridge, you are talking in the way of Wang Jiawei again." Guan Sheng rubbed his forehead in distress, "Are you going to say later that you are still a bird without feet, you can only fly all the time, and when you are tired, you will fly in the wind." Sleep in there."

Fan Xi was slightly taken aback, and laughed in the sweltering wind, and continued: "Tuna has been swimming, so its metabolism is very vigorous, the muscles on both sides of the spine are particularly developed, and the skin has a large number of vascular network clusters, which is why it is so delicious. The reason. People are the same, only by constantly swimming in the sea of ​​people will there be value, and if you rely too much on others, you will become a pile of fat."

While talking, I went downstairs to the rented apartment.

Guan told him to go home and have a good rest, but he said, "I'll go upstairs to get my electric car, and then I'll be a substitute driver."

"Don't tire yourself out."

"Not tired, it's time for a ride."

Fan Xi walked into the unit door, and Guan Sheng followed in, saying to take him into the elevator.The elevator stopped on the 25th floor, and it took at least a few tens of seconds to descend to the first floor.

He stood silently, feeling the breath and body temperature of the man beside him, enjoying the moment before saying goodbye.He felt reluctant, but if Guan Sheng asked him out, he would still find a reason to refuse.

Suddenly, there was a click in the elevator shaft, and the elevator got stuck on the fifth floor.Someone got stuck, first cursed, and then called for repairs.

"The elevator is broken?" Guan Sheng poked the buttons a few times.

"It will be fixed in a while. I'll go up the stairs. The 10th floor is not too high." Fan Xi pushed open the door of the fire escape, roared "Hey", and woke up the dim voice-activated lights.The stairwell was cool and comfortable, with a mild musty smell that wasn't unpleasant.

"Climbing the stairs alone is too boring. Let me accompany you and treat it as an exercise." Guan's voice followed, "Mr. Fan, is climbing stairs an aerobic exercise?"

"Look at the speed, slow crawling is aerobic, and brisk running is anaerobic."

"Then... Is buying Coke an aerobic exercise? Don't think I'm wretched, I'm really curious."

Fan Xi replied calmly: "Come slowly is aerobic, and push hard is anaerobic."

They climbed slowly along the dark stairs, chatted with each other in the echo of their footsteps, and turned similar corners one after another, as if trapped in an infinite loop of time and space.

"Babao porridge, let me tell you a horror story about stairs."

Fan Xi didn't look back, and gave a slight "hmm", only to hear the man behind continue to say: "A girl came home at night, just in time for the elevator to break down. She was a little scared looking at the dark and deep stairs, so she asked her mother to go down." Pick her up. Mom came down and went upstairs with her.

She felt that the stairs were so long, and she didn't know which floor she had climbed to, when the phone rang.She picked it up, and her mother's voice came from over there: girl, mother is down, where are you?At this time, the mother who was walking in front of her stopped, turned her head slowly, smiled at her strangely, and asked: Who called you? "

It is indeed terrifying when the closest person suddenly becomes a stranger.For example, a long time ago, the man you loved the most said to you: It’s better to break up as soon as possible, I will definitely get married and start a career, and it is impossible to hang around with you forever.

Fan Xi always felt that this was a sincere statement, very frank and without any pretense.Just like those men and women who hugged their heads and squatted at the anti-pornography scene without a trace.Unsightly, but very real.

He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, stopped, and turned around with a sinister smile on purpose: "Her mother, is that how she smiles?"

The sound of the pipe leaned back slightly, was taken aback, and immediately laughed: "I'm so scared to death, you are fierce at midnight!"

Fan Xi smiled heartily, continued to climb the stairs, and asked casually, "Don't you want to start a family? Do you have a suitable partner?"

"...No, I don't know how to start a relationship."

"Drink it, you can say anything when you're drunk." Fan Xi's tone was slightly teasing.If it weren't for the jug of spirits left behind by Richard Quade, he wouldn't have known that idols could say such vulgar words as "I miss you".

Guan Sheng smiled lowly, and said in silence for a moment: "Someone chased me, a lot of people. To be honest, sometimes it's really lonely, but I don't dare to mess around. Do you understand what I mean? The last time I interacted with someone on the bed , or the time you came to me dressed as a delivery boy." He paused, and asked softly, "What about you?"

"Me, I often interact with strangers." Fan Xi gasped when he heard the sound of the pipe, as if he was about to pass, and hurriedly ended the joke, "Just kidding, my family is sick, how can I go out?" flirtatious."

"Do you think I'm serious when I say I want to start a family? That's just angry words, really." Guan Sheng explained slowly, "My life plan has long been disrupted by you."

"Oh, I thought you straightened it out a long time ago." Fan Xi turned a corner, stomped his feet and turned on the voice-activated light, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I don't care anymore. How should I put it, it just... doesn't matter." Yes. I will bless you when you get married, but I can’t go to the scene. After all, your friends are all upper-class people. I am afraid that I will embarrass you as a dick, so I can only send you a red envelope on WeChat. of."

When he arrived at the 10th floor, he looked at the numbers on the wall and let out a sigh of relief.Just as I was about to say goodbye to my idol, I suddenly heard the other party yell worriedly: "Damn it, I lost my wallet!"

Fan Xi was stunned, and hurriedly asked when was the last time he saw him.Guan Sheng groped anxiously for his trouser pocket, saying that it was still there when he first started climbing the stairs, and it must have fallen out when he took out his phone halfway.

"Cash and cards don't matter, the ID card is still inside, and it will be destroyed if someone picks it up."

Fan Xi hurriedly put the bag in his hand in the corner, and then walked down the stairs with Guan Sheng, paying attention to his steps.

"I went to change my ID card at the beginning of the year, and found that I have changed a lot with the times." Guan Sheng walked leisurely, expressing a touch of emotion, "The eyes have lost a lot of sharpness and vigor."

"I haven't changed it yet. I lost my ID card when I was a freshman and had to reissue it once. It will expire next year." Fan Ximao bent down and searched carefully.

"I want to see the pictures."

"It's ugly, it's in the wallet." He straightened up and asked the other party to pull off the bag on his back to see for himself.After a while, the man pulled the backpack back and commented: "You're not ugly, you're cute. You haven't changed a bit in all these years, you're as fresh and fresh as you were in college."

All the way to the first floor, there was no trace of the wallet.Fan Xi was a little anxious, so he asked Guan Sheng to think carefully, and the latter said that he was sure he had fallen on the stairs.

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