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The temperature rose a little in the afternoon, and they came out to yell again when they knew it. Qiao Yin and Zong Jin walked from the place where they ate to the place where they parked.

Zong Jin will broadcast live in the afternoon, and invites Qiao Yin: "Would you like to come and sit with me?"

"Okay!" Qiao Yin deserved it. He was bored at home when he went home. He would watch the live broadcast of Zong Jin. After the live broadcast, he would check Weibo and sleep. Why not go to Zong Jin's place to watch it? look.

He has never been there, and being able to watch the live broadcast is also a great temptation for him.

Zong Jin lived farther than Qiao Yin, and he had to drive for more than ten minutes to pass by his neighborhood, but relatively, it was quieter than the place where Qiao Yin lived.

This area is basically a newly built community, with a relatively good environment and infrastructure, and there is also a large-scale farmer's market. Because Zong Jin will broadcast live in the afternoon, and the dinner will be settled at home or ordered for takeaway, Qiao Yin decided to order it himself. The cook, the two of them went to the vegetable market to buy some food on the way.

After entering the community, there are big trees that can cover the road everywhere, which relieves the dry heat in the air a lot.

Zong Jin lowered the car window, and the cool breeze blew in. Qiao Yin squinted his eyes and sighed comfortably, "I really want to move a recliner over here, just lie in the tree and take a nap in the afternoon, it's cool and quiet, even cicadas are crying I feel hypnotized."

Zong Jin smiled and said, "You can try the balcony of my house. I put a recliner there. There are many trees beside the balcony. This point has probably been covered by greenery."

Zong Jin lives one floor lower than Qiao Yin, on the second floor, because there is a small garden in front of it, which is far away from other buildings, so it can't be blocked, so it doesn't feel dark, but there are a few tall trees in front of the balcony. Tall trees will cover a corner of the balcony when the sun sets in the afternoon, which is very suitable for enjoying the shade.

The air-conditioning fan and air-conditioning wind were not as comfortable as the natural wind, so he bought a deck chair specially, and moved it to the balcony in the afternoon, lying down and playing with his mobile phone, or squinting for a while.

"Later, it's more comfortable to go in the evening when the wind is cool."

"You really enjoyed it!" Qiao Yin said with emotion, "I will also have to see if there are any trees in front of the balcony when I buy a house in the future!"

"It's easy, if you don't have one, just plant one yourself." Zong Jin said.

Qiao Yin looked at him in amazement: "Isn't that simple? The land in the garden downstairs doesn't belong to me. It's so expensive. I don't have as much money as my play. I can't afford it! I can't afford it!"

"It's true that there are a lot of scenes." Zong Jin saw him waving his hands repeatedly, as if someone was arguing with him, "You can go to the countryside to buy, build a villa, surround a big garden in front and back, and build a swimming pool. Plant as many tree species as you want How many trees."

Qiao Yin squinted at him and said, "It's the same as if you don't want to give away the land in the countryside, and you can't afford the land in the countryside."

Zong Jin looked back at him with a half-smile, and said leisurely: "Then there is only one way, no money, it's still ready-made, it depends on whether you can seize the opportunity."

"Seize what opportunity?" Qiao Yin asked.

Zong Jin replied solemnly and without humility: "Catch me."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha!" Qiao Yin burst out laughing, "Where did you learn the rustic love talk? It's enough!"

"It's not a romantic talk, it's the truth." Zong Jin turned around and parked the car in a parking space on the side of the road, "You want a house with trees in front of the balcony, isn't it ready-made here?"

Qiao Yin: "That makes sense, I'll take it as you are confessing your love to me."

Zong Jin: "... If you insist on thinking so, I have no choice but to confess my love at that time. Please get out of the car when you arrive, my dear Master Qiao.

Qiao Yin: "You're welcome."

The two went upstairs with vegetables and fruits. The houses here are very high, and each building has an elevator, but Zong Jin doesn’t need it. He often sits in front of the computer and treats it as exercise when he goes out. The stairs on this floor have always been It went straight up.

Qiao Yin walked up with him, unlike the red couplets pasted on his door, and the occasional dried wormwood or water calamus that were put on during the Dragon Boat Festival, the door of Zong Jin's house was clean.

It is in line with his slightly aloof personality, alienated and innocent. Maybe fans feel this way when they look at idol male gods.

Zong Jin took out the key to open the door. He was prepared. There were newly bought slippers in the shoe cabinet. They were bought according to Qiao Yin's shoe size. They were dark blue, and the toes were small and delicate against the white.

After changing the shoes, Zong Jin took all the things and took them to the kitchen, and asked him to sit casually. Qiao Yin agreed and took the opportunity to look at the apartment calmly.

Different from his apartment, Zong Jin's house is in cool colors, with few furniture and objects, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are completely open, making it very tidy and deserted at the same time.

Zong Jin brought him a bottle of iced Coke, and led him up a few steps to the study room: "Want to play a game? It's still early before the live broadcast. Shall I play some games with you?"

Qiao Yin recalled the last time he took him to play two games and posted on Weibo, and pursed his mouth: "I'm afraid of being rejected."

"I won't dislike you, and I'm not too good." Zong Jin said as he pushed open the door of the study room. The huge study room was artificially divided into two areas dedicated to the study room and live broadcast. Two high-end computers were placed in the live broadcast area. , and a camera, microphone and other equipment.

Qiao Yin didn't explain too much. He took out his mobile phone and found the Weibo post he sent, and handed it to him directly: "It's not easy for you to be lazy, because you don't post Weibo very much, so it's easy to find."

Zong Jin: "...I regret it now."

Qiao Yin didn't really want to settle accounts after the fall, but just wanted him to know about it, and he was unhappy because of it, so he took his phone back and said, "At the beginning, it was just a joke, laughing with other fans, But when I saw you playing with other people, you always praised them, and I felt uncomfortable."

"But it won't happen now, if you dare to say it now, I can scold you back openly!"

"I will never dislike you again, I swear!" Zong Jin raised his hand to his ear and said solemnly, "If I knew that you would become my object, I would definitely take good care of you!"

Qiao Yin doubted: "Did you secretly make up lessons?"

"What class do you make up for?" Zong Jin asked suspiciously, feeling that Qiao Yin's topic was jumping too fast and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Qiao Yin said word by word: "Classic quotations from male protagonists of online novels."

"No, I said you can learn by yourself without a teacher." Zong Jin turned his face away. He would never tell him that he had indeed completed the few novels he saw on his bookshelf that day in private.

For this reason, Mr. Zhengzheng borrowed the reader account of a novel website.

He changed the subject and said: "I will play with you from now on, and I have no complaints. You know that many people can't do it if they want their partner to play games with you. I am lucky, and I will definitely cherish it!"

Qiao Yin trembled: "Let's go, I'm really not suitable for playing games, I get nervous when I play, and my eyes hurt from watching, you play, I still prefer to watch your live broadcast, you have been playing for a week, please order earlier It’s okay to start broadcasting to compensate fans, they will be very happy.”

As a fan, Qiao Yin still understands the psychology of fans very well.

"Really not to play together?" Zong Jin asked again for confirmation, seeing Qiao Yin shook his head resolutely, and sighed, "Okay, I'll get off the plane, please send me a Weibo message to let me know."

Qiao Yin made an OK gesture.

The author has something to say:

Qiao Yin: I was beaten to the point of being autistic, so stop playing!don't play!

Zong Jin: ...the flag has been set up, let's see