【Zhou Xiang】The Tropic

1.

Zhou Zekai?Want to pick yourself up? ? ?

Because he was too surprised, Sun Xiang was stunned for half a minute in the cold wind, his mind spinning extremely slowly.Vaguely, he always felt that he had missed many clues, and most importantly, why did Zhou Zekai suddenly call him? !

Another gust of wind blew, and Sun Xiang sneezed fiercely.He would definitely catch a cold if he stayed like this any longer, he rubbed his hands and ran into the house, what he thought was to wash his face and mouth, and get up his spirits, so as not to be misunderstood by Zhou Zekai later that he was a drunkard.

In all kinds of preparations, Sun Xiang missed one point - if he was really afraid of seeing Zhou Zekai, why didn't he just call and refuse?

2.

Fortunately, with Zhou Zekai's invitation, Sun Xiang, who hates lying, can finally wave goodbye to his friends in the media circle confidently.

Changle Road is a small road, and illegal parking will be strictly investigated at the end of the year, so it is definitely impossible to drive the car in.But if there is a nearby parking lot, Sun Xiang is really not sure which one Zhou Zekai will choose.For the sake of safe driving, he is not willing to call for the time being.So in the end I chose to wait honestly at the door.

Therefore, what Zhou Zekai saw from a distance was such a scene - under the plane tree, next to the lampboard, the young man stood alone.The street lamp shone on top of his head, creating a soft orange color, and the red and blue light of the light board just hit his half waist, painting the silver bomber jacket with post-modern colors.The streets in winter are quiet and cold, he is the only vivid color.

He couldn't help feeling a little urge to admire, and he slowed down and took two steps, subconsciously not wanting the other party to discover his existence.But this single perspective only existed for an extremely brief five or six seconds—Zhou Zekai saw it from afar, and Sun Xiang suddenly retracted his neck, crossed his arms tightly, and rubbed his arms—he immediately quickened his pace.

"Don't wear more?" Zhou Zekai teased mercilessly at the first sentence of the meeting.

3.

Like a student caught doing something wrong, Sun Xiang quickly withdrew his hands, stuffed them into his pockets, and subconsciously straightened his back, trying to save face in the cold wind: "W-who said I was cold! Not like a certain Man, I usually exercise diligently, this is enough!"

In the next second, Sun Xiang immediately sneezed in disappointment.

Zhou Zekai's eyes became helpless and soft. He took off the scarf, took a step forward, and wrapped it up before Sun Xiang could react.

"Don't untie it," he raised his eyebrows, paused for a while, and his tone was very interesting. Let's talk about sarcasm, but there is more indescribable intimacy than sarcasm, "Brother, brother."

Sun Xiang was stunned for a moment, and after digesting every word Zhou Zekai said, his face flushed instantly, wishing he could dive into the cracks in the ground.

"I was wrong, you are the elder brother!" He staggered his eyes, stared at the fallen leaves on the road in the distance, and muttered, "Also, what is your aesthetics? You are wrapped in a ball. You are so fat and ugly."

However, complaints are nothing but complaints. In terms of actions, Sun Xiang fully demonstrated what it means to be upright in mouth and body - he blocked the gap between the neckline and the scarf in two or three strokes.

"Let's go." Zhou Zekai turned around first, as if he didn't notice someone's little move.

Sun Xiang involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, secretly retracted his neck, and rubbed his scarf.It's so comfortable, this scarf, with the residual body temperature, is just right, the cashmere is super soft, and it's enough to block the wind, if it's not for face, Sun Xiang would like to bury it directly.

Zhou Zekai caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, where Sun Xiang couldn't see, curled the corners of his lips, and deliberately slowed down: "Huh?"

"Here we come!" Sun Xiang chased after Zhou Zekai, "By the way, why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

He tried to hold back his doubts, but if he could hold back in this state of scratching his heart and lungs, it wouldn't be him.

"Oh," Zhou Zekai replied casually, "I have too much supper, I can't finish it."

For the reasons given by Zhou Zekai, Sun Xiang still felt that something was wrong during the half-minute walk afterwards. The reason was that he didn't think that he and Zhou Zekai were close enough to "when you want to share delicious food, you will be the first one to come to you" .But if you only consider the background of living together and eating supper together recently, it seems a little bit more logical.

It's a pity that alcohol affected his thinking ability, otherwise Sun Xiang could find more evidence to support his intuition.Similarly, late-night snacks that are ordered too much are not delicacies in the usual sense.Its deeper meaning is called "leftovers".Who do you share "leftovers" with?And never worry about the other party's rejection?

……

Finally, after Sun Xiang thought for a long time, he rubbed his temples: "Help you have supper? Of course you can. But there's no need to make a special trip, just say hello to me?"

They just walked to the car, Zhou Zekai didn't answer immediately.He turned to the co-pilot side, opened the door, and signaled Sun Xiang to get in.

Sun Xiang looked at Zhou Zekai suspiciously, and obeyed obediently.

When Zhou Zekai also got into the car, Sun Xiang just wanted to remind the other party to answer the question, and then he heard Zhou Zekai command: "Seat belt."

Sun Xiang was silent, fasten it.

At this time, Zhou Zekai gave him a satisfied look: "You can't drive after drinking."

Sun Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and realized Zhou Zekai's subtext: He was worried that Sun Xiang would drive to find him.

Sun Xiang muttered to himself, how could I be so stupid, I didn't drive today, and even if he drove, he had a hundred ways to be safe and secure, but no matter what kind of rebuttal, he didn't say it, and swallowed it all back.

He emphasized to himself insincerely, forget it, it's not a matter of principle.As long as Zhou Zekai is happy.

4.

Along with the driving of the vehicle, street lights were regularly projected on Sun Xiang's face.He gradually regained his drowsiness, opened his eyes wide several times, and forced himself to observe the scenery on the side of the road to stay awake.

After a while, at the intersection of red lights, something suddenly touched his arm.

When Sun Xiang turned his head, Zhou Zekai took out a box of mints out of nowhere.

The reflex arc slightly longer than usual made Sun Xiang start to be surprised two seconds later: "How do you know—"

I know I'm sleepy.

"It's too quiet." Zhou Zekai let go of the brake and the car started to move. He looked ahead with a calm but determined expression, "It's not normal."

"Hehe," Sun Xiang seemed to be angry, "That certain person doesn't care about me, but beat around the bush and complained that I look like Huang Shaotian."

Zhou Zekai was noncommittal: "Oh."

"..." Sun Xiang was deflated successfully, but his eyes couldn't help laughing, "Childish, I'll accept the mints, thank you."

Sun Xiang admitted that he was not happy at all, thinking that Zhou Zekai must have really regarded him as a friend, otherwise how could he even notice this kind of detail habit.

The peppermint candy was refreshing and refreshing. He swallowed two, closed his eyes and rested, guessing that Zhou Zekai had relied on it to survive a lot of fatigue, and he couldn't help feeling sympathetic and emotional.

Afterwards, Sun Xiang recovered a little, his head was not so dizzy, and he began to describe to Zhou Zekai intermittently the scene of meeting He Xi's family.Zhou Zekai listened quietly most of the time, occasionally humming in response.The whole journey was completed in this wonderful atmosphere.

"Welcome, Shanghai Axxxxxx—" The basement safety bar slowly rose, followed by a small vibration caused by the speed bump. Sun Xiang patted his face and sat up straight: "Finally home."

"En." Zhou Zekai didn't correct his words, slowly moved into the parking space and parked.

5.

Sun Xiang unbuckled his seat belt, jumped out of the car, saw Zhou Zekai walking towards the trunk, and immediately followed: "Can you help me?"

"Okay." While speaking, Zhou Zekai first took down a 28-inch suitcase, judging from his movements, it was definitely not light.Sun Xiang wondered what Zhou Zekai had brought, but he also knew that it was private, so he didn't ask, guessing that Zhou Zekai wanted to help others.

Sure enough, after the suitcase, Zhou Zekai took out two more paper bags: "Thank you."

Sun Xiang took it and noticed the logo on it: "Huh, is this one?" There are not many Cantonese restaurants in Shanghai that have won Michelin stars, and Sun Xiang recognized it at a glance.

Zhou Zekai locked the car and went to the elevator with Sun Xiang: "Have you eaten?"

"No. Brother Minghua has been safe." The latter shook his head and said happily, "Today is a blessing!"

6.

After returning to the apartment, Sun Xiang asked for hangover medicine, and Zhou Zekai went to the kitchen to make tea with hot vegetables.

After a while, Sun Xiang returned to the dining room after washing his face, and found that the exquisite snacks had been placed on the bone china plate, and the tea was also brewed mellowly, exuding a comfortable fragrance.

He naturally picked up the cup and took a sip, then went to pick up the most attractive black truffle bamboo shoot bun: "A little later, after the early morning, is it considered morning tea?"

Zhou Zekai didn't answer, just smiled.

If it had been the first reunion, Sun Xiang might have felt that he had told a bad joke, and was so embarrassed that he pretended to be calm, but he was desperately looking for something to talk about, but at this moment, he didn't panic at all.

At some point, he seemed to have made great progress in perceiving Zhou Zekai's emotions.For example, right now, he is sure that Zhou Zekai is in a good mood.

The shredded squid and beans in the bar were really not enough. Thanks to Zhou Zekai, he filled his stomach by [-]%, and felt that his stomach was much more secure, so he reduced the frequency of using chopsticks and started to actively find topics to talk about.

Taking this Michelin-starred Cantonese restaurant as the starting point, the two expanded to chat about which Cantonese cuisine in Shanghai was more delicious, then evaluated other cuisines one by one, and finally, they naturally transitioned to the Samsara Canteen back then.

"Wait, I think of one, it's very fun!" Sun Xiang slapped his thigh and said with a smirk, "There is a game called Samsara Canteen, have you played it?"

Before Zhou Zekai could answer, he added himself: "Look at your expression, you definitely don't know!"

The corners of Zhou Zekai's eyes twitched: "What is it?"

"It's not deleted, it's still in my computer!" Sun Xiang wiped his hands, got up and quickly carried the notebook back, sat next to Zhou Zekai, and showed it to him.

One gun piercing the clouds ramen, Wulang making rice cakes, one autumn leaf skewer... The q version of the villain is doing all kinds of actions on the screen that make people laugh.

It turns out that this is really a cooking game, but the skin of the account card is applied without authorization. The most amazing thing is that it even has voice.

NPC1: "Which team cooks better dishes?"

NPC2: "Everyone...is fine."

“哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈厉害吧！这家伙绝对是个鬼才！”孙翔狂点NPC触发对话，之后捂着肚子足足笑了半分钟。

No matter how calm Zhou Zekai was usually, he was really speechless at the moment: "...awesome."

Sun Xiang wiped away his tears, continued to introduce a lot of details, and finally emphasized, "It's a pity that people are only doing it for fun and didn't refine it, otherwise I might be willing to pay for it. If nothing else, just watching the Ramen of One Gun Chuanyun is so funny .”

Zhou Zekai gave him a helpless look, and refused to express his thoughts.

Sun Xiang went on to say: "Don't tell me, there are actually quite a lot of brains like this. I've seen more complex and creative ones, and they have commercialization potential. It's a pity that getting authorization and opening up the upstream and downstream industry chains are troublesome. Honor Ten Over the past few years, no one has touched this area.”

"Well, that's right." Zhou Zekai interrupted him suddenly, "I've been working on a similar project recently, do you want to see it?"

TBC