The whole world wants me to study

Xie Jing's eyes were almost blinded by the flash, and he said tactfully: "It's quite individual."

Shen Yanqing's supporting screen name is "study hard, make progress every day".

Xie Jing didn't want to add him for a moment.And feel very disgusted, polluting his list.

Leaving such a person in the phone will make you feel guilty if you don't study hard.

"Harmful." Shen Yanqing sighed, and took out a can of beer from the bag, "Isn't it because I'm afraid that I can't help playing with my phone when I'm studying, and I can reform myself in time when I see it?"

As he spoke, he clasped one hand on the can, pulled his index finger through the ring, and handed it to Xie Jing: "I specially chose the coldest one. Double the happiness."

Xie Jing sent Shen Yanqing a friend request with one hand, took the can with the other hand, and smelled it.

There is an indescribable smell, a very clear beer smell.

Xie Jing actually never drank alcohol.

A high-altitude flower like him, learning to sleep at two o'clock and one line, even Ning Haoyuan's worldly world of fireworks doesn't call him.Xie Jing has never eaten roadside barbecue, let alone drank cold beer.

Xie Jing was quite curious about this drink that made countless people dream about it.

Shen Yanqing opened another can, looked at Xie Jing without moving: "I haven't drank it."

It's not surprising, it's normal for a good student not to drink.

Shen Yanqing's hand that threw the pull ring paused in the air, thinking to himself: Fuck, then I'm so proficient, have I exposed something.

Fortunately, Xie Jing didn't care. He lowered his head and took a sip, and his eyebrows immediately twisted into a solid Sichuan character.

He smashed his tongue and looked at the can in his hand with disgust.

It was bitter and astringent, as if it had been mixed with unprepared Chinese medicine, and it had a strange smell.

And a little spicy throat.

How could someone like to drink this kind of thing, Xie Jing couldn't figure it out, so he took another sip, this time he didn't taste it, so he swallowed it directly.

The taste hasn't changed, and the bad taste is the bad taste.Xie Jing came to the conclusion and put it aside calmly, drawing a blacklist in his heart.

The taste of this restaurant is not bad, there are not many people, and the food is served quickly. Shen Yanqing was eating and looking at his phone when he suddenly heard crying.

Xie Jing cried without warning.

He was crying very seriously, with teardrops hanging on his curled eyelashes, his mouth was pursed, and while crying, he complained, "This skewer is so spicy, so spicy." He looked particularly aggrieved.

It seems that this mutton skewer is not just spicy, but his heart is skewered into a concentric circle.

Shen Yanqing's phone almost fell from the phone.

What's going on.

Shen Yanqing was so frightened that she quickly took some toilet paper from the table and handed it over: "Don't cry, what's wrong."

Xie Jing didn't answer, sobbing softly: "He put a lot of peppers, it made me so hot."

Only then did Shen Yanqing notice that his little deskmate seemed to be drunk.

A greasy incandescent lamp was hung on the top of the plastic shed, but this did not prevent the light it emitted from being cold.As long as there is a little color change in Xie Jing's cool white skin, it will be very obvious.

In fact, he didn't change much, only a faint pink blush appeared on his cheeks, like rice balls with puffed noodles.

Everyone is in a different state of drunkenness, some people talk nonsense, some people are unconscious, my expression does not change, Xie Jing is different, his emotions seem to be magnified countless times, not at all happy I'm about to cry, I'm about to laugh when I get a little sweetness, I'm sensitive and fragile.

Shen Yanqing thought to himself, while others drink a glass, his little deskmate is drunk in one gulp.

It's really fake.

There was a lot of movement here, and the tables next to me looked over in unison.

Under the fiery eyes of everyone, Shen Yanqing felt like a vicious villain, who specially scared children to cry.

Shen Yanqing really wanted to stab himself to death when he opened the can 10 minutes ago, what kind of wine would he drink if he had nothing to do.Resigned to his fate, he picked up a mutton skewer, knocked off the chili powder on the small iron plate, and said softly: "I'll help you remove the chili, okay, don't cry, be good."

Xie Jing seemed to understand Shen Yanqing's words, and stopped crying immediately, and focused on looking at Shen Yanqing, and couldn't help but hiccupped for a while.

The chili noodles on a skewer of meat trembled wildly before Shen Yanqing handed it to Xie Jing: "It's not spicy anymore, let's eat."

Xie Jingxi took it with a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with water.

Xie Jing ate the barbecue that Shen Yanqing had reprocessed for him, and felt a little thirsty after eating, so he reached out to grab the can that was put aside.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Shen Yanqing pressed Xie Jing's hand and shouted like a mourner: "Ancestor, you can't drink this."

One sip will do it, another sip may tear down the shed.

Xie Jing pursed his mouth, and wanted to drop a little pearl again: "I'm thirsty."

"I'll sell you mineral water." Shen Yanqing stood up from the small bench while pressing the twitching temples, "You..."

Shen Yanqing originally wanted to say that you were waiting for me here, but looking down at Xie Jing's appearance, he either ran away by himself or was abducted by someone, Shen Yanqing changed his words: "You go with me."

There were only two of them, and when they left together, they would definitely have to pay the bill, Xie Jing must have lost hope, Shen Yanqing paid the money, and repeatedly told the boss not to close the stall, the two of them just went to buy something and would be back in a while.

It was completely dark, and the lights of the night market were lit up, and there were noisy and warm lights everywhere, people coming and going, and it was very lively.

When Xie Jing was not stimulated, especially when he was not crying or fussing, he was even normal when he was walking.

There were many people in the snack street, fearing that Xie Jing, a three-year-old child, would get lost, Shen Yanqing always dragged Xie Jing away.

The boy's hands were delicate, warm, and extraordinarily soft.

Suddenly, the people behind him stopped moving.

Shen Yanqing looked back, Xie Jing grabbed the corner of Shen Yanqing's clothes, looked straight ahead, excitedly said: "I want that!"

Over there is a small stall selling hydrogen balloons.

There is a large square nearby. Parents take their children for a walk at night. Many related industries have been born on the roadside, selling fluorescent sticks, small accessories, small light signs, and hydrogen balloons. of.

The hydrogen balloon that Xie Xiaojing likes is still sandwiched, the outer layer is transparent, the inner layer is painted with cartoon characters, and there is a row of small colored lights on the side.twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

What else can I do? I'm interested in it, of course I want to buy it.

Shen Yanqing led Xie Jing to the booth, bought a balloon, tied the pink ribbon attached to the balloon on Xie Jing's wrist, and asked while tying it: "Okay, my young master, do you still drink water?" .”

As soon as the words fell, a delicate bow was formed.

Xie Jing tugged on the rope, the hydrogen balloon dropped more than ten centimeters and then floated back, tugged again and then floated back again.

Xie Jing probably forgot to drink water.

Shen Yanqing leaned against the electric pole on the side of the road and took a breath.

Did Xie Jing treat him to dinner, or ask him to collect debts?

Before Shen Yanqing could catch his breath, two seven or eight-year-old children ran past the two of them holding their hands.

The aroma of caramel is like a small hook, hooking Xie Jing's eyes and chasing after him all the way.