shut up you bitch

Xu Jiashu ate with great enjoyment, one after another, he never stopped breathing.

Jiang Ye saw that he used both hands and mouth as if he hadn't eaten in 800 years, eating barbecue to the point of selflessness, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Xu Jiashu raised his eyes, glanced at Jiang Ye, stretched out his hand, picked up the chili noodles on the side very naturally, and skillfully poured several layers on the remaining skewers: "You don't eat any skewers?" , and handed him the red pork belly: "Eat it, it's okay."

Jiang Ye: "...No need."

It hurts to look at all chrysanthemums.

"Oh." Xu Jiashu withdrew his hands, drooped his eyelids, and continued to lick the string, saying without any fuss, "I'll be fine soon, just wait for me."

Jiang Ye didn't respond, and thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, examining him with the eyes of a food blogger.

Take it seriously.

Until the shoulder was patted by an external force.

Then, I heard a familiar loud voice yelling loudly: "Damn it! Brother Ye, it's really you, the fuck... I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and when I looked back, that man was at a roadside barbecue restaurant! "

He Yixuan's doggerel came at his fingertips, and it was so embarrassing that even Xu Jiashu, who had been devoting himself to making skewers, stopped his movements and offered a gift of attention.

The two visitors were very complementary in appearance, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

The short and fat one is the man who recited the poem just now.At this time, he was spreading the five fingers of his right hand and resting them on Jiang Ye's shoulder very intimately.

Not only that, but his movements are also very ecstasy, with his butt pouted and his legs crossed, just like a little daughter-in-law meeting her husband.

Jiang Ye rolled his eyelids: "Oh, what are you doing here?"

"What am I here for?" He Yixuan exaggeratedly clutched his chest, with a look of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, "Yikouniao and I wanted to go to the second year of high school to find you for sex, but we didn't know that there was no one there. But I knew that fate is a wonderful thing, you see, if you missed it at that time, you can still get it back now."

The corner of He Yixuan's mouth raised, and he smiled what he thought was handsome: "We can't escape the shackles of each other."

Xu Jiashu's temples twitched suddenly, his scalp tingled, and he was so disgusted by the gay declaration in this gay place that he lost any appetite.

Seeing that he finally put down the bamboo stick and became a Buddha instantly, Jiang Ye couldn't help asking, "Have you finished eating?"

Xu Jiashu nodded quickly.

"Tsk." He Yixuan pouted, and finally turned his attention to Xu Jiashu, "Brother Ye, do you two know each other?"

Jiang Ye was silent.

"I'll just say it." He Yixuan raised his head in pain, and looked at Luo Yiming, who was willing to be the background board, "Bird, there is a reason why Brother Ye ignored us, isn't there a new love? Look at him, long It's so juicy. Oh, fuck it, I should have seen through it a long time ago, handsome guys love to play with handsome guys."

Xu Jiashu: ...

Is this...a playwright?

Jiang Ye raised his hand and slapped He Yixuan on the back of the head expressionlessly: "I'm at the same table."

"Oh! Brother Ye is at the same table!" He Yixuan suddenly changed his attitude 180 degrees, and smiled at Xu Jiashu, "That can be regarded as fate. Hey, we are the former classmates of Brother Ye, Class [-], Senior Three Yes, I’m He Yixuan, you can call me Brother Xuan, and the piece of wood next to it is Luo Yiming, you can call him a bird.”

Xu Jiashu was choked up by the rapid introduction.

He Yixuan took advantage of the victory and chased after him: "Then we have already paid our respects, so let's leave a contact information, brother..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head again.

He Yixuan turned his head aggrieved: "Brother Ye..."

I saw Jiang Ye looking at him with no expression on his face: "That's my deskmate."

He Yixuan opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he heard the second half of Jiang Ye's words: "It's not your tablemate.