Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

The northern cities at the end of October always make people feel hesitant. The sun is still a little hot, and it loses the summer humidity as a cover. Sometimes it will feel like a burning pain when it is patted on the skin, but the wind is cool. Yes, it's like an adult is teaching a child, giving a slap and rewarding a jujube. Feng learned the essence of an old saying, and also blew away the scorching heat from the top of the head and the back of the hands.This kind of cold and hot weather is always the most troublesome. Before going out, I have to waste more than ten minutes thinking about whether to wear another coat.

After all, for people who live in the 21st century and love life, no matter what season it is, dressing is an important issue that cannot be ignored.But after checking the weather forecast three times, and staring at passers-by outside the window for a long time to analyze and ponder, finally stepping on the spot and getting ready to go, it was only when I got on the bus that I found that I was in a space of more than [-] square meters, which was completely in harmony with the weather. It's not the same world outside the window.

The wind can't blow in, but the sun is pervasive, making the carriage stuffy back to summer.

Therefore, in such a north, one cannot rely on the weather forecast and observe the attire of passers-by outside the window to decide what to wear.

Sweat dripped down my back, I tried to slow down my breathing, and I had to endure the bus moving like a turtle on the congested road.In order to distract the attention of the impending collapse, I had to turn my eyes to the window, admiring the people who were comforted by the cool breeze, chatting and laughing leisurely on the side of the street, secretly weaving innocuous little stories for them in my heart.

His gaze drifted past the two men.

They didn't walk slowly, at least faster than this bus. The two tall figures were not among the crowd, and they didn't attract much attention, so when they looked over for a second time, only the back was left, and it was too late to see them. Clear their faces.The information that the eyes can receive is too barren, no matter how big the brain is, it is impossible to figure out their relationship and why they walked side by side on the street together.

Brother?colleague?Dude?An old friend who reunited after several years?Grown son with young stepfather?The son of the new next-door neighbor?Landlord and resident?Bosses and employees?A rival in love who is fighting secretly?Or... a couple?

The people in the car were taken aback by their own imaginations of so many outlandish possibilities, and thought it was really funny.

You're really out of your mind, why are you still interested in two strangers?

"After walking for so long, what are we going to eat?"

Hearing the sound, Ge Qiao suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, and then he remembered that he hadn't discussed with Zhong Mingcan about the place to eat, but he had already planned, so he directly asked: "Hot pot, is it okay?"

"Of course I'm fine," Zhong Mingcan looked Ge Qiao's shirt and trousers up and down, "Your outfit...is it okay?"

"What's wrong?" Ge Qiao said indifferently, "Can you still not let me in? Hey, how many years ago did you go to eat hot pot last time? I don't know that the hot pot restaurants nowadays are actually very special. Let’s do it.” Nowadays, if you don’t turn your business into an art, you’d be ashamed to put your name out there.

Ge Qiao led Zhong Mingcan around and finally found the hot pot restaurant.From the outside, it is no different from most traditional old shops, imitating the appearance of ancient buildings, with the name engraved on an iron plaque.But the inside of the store is much more unique. It reproduces the appearance of old alleys and alleys hundreds of years ago. The walls are made of gray bricks, and the screens with intricate patterns are used as partitions. A display of bright red paper lanterns formed a row as far as the eye could see, like street lamps leading the way, and there were several wooden birdcages hanging in the direction of the counter.The deliberately old beams create a sense of age, even the names of the boxes have a strong atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, and the hurried footsteps of the waiters also give people the illusion of walking in a martial arts world.Ge Qiao really likes this kind of environment, he feels unreal, but he feels relieved.

"How is it? Isn't it good?" Ge Qiao was triumphant, this place has always been at the top of his favorite list.

"Yes," Zhong Mingcan nodded with a smile, and he could see that in front of Ge Qiao, he had to follow his words, "It's really different from the hot pot restaurants I used to go to."

"That's it," Ge Qiao liked to hear this kind of answer, and looked around, "Can you order?" He turned his face and said to Zhong Mingcan: "This restaurant has a saying that 'it's like honey' is very delicious. Don't forget it for a while."

"Sweet?" Zhong Mingcan flicked through the menu with a little surprise in his eyes.Come to the hot pot restaurant for sweets?

Ge Qiao nodded, he didn't think there was anything strange about his taste, but he saw Zhong Mingcan's doubts, and confessed to him: "I'm not very good at spicy food, the hot pot soup here only uses clear soup, if you like spicy food Yes, you can make your own seasoning."

Zhong Mingcan's point is not here, but it doesn't matter.

"Do you like to eat sweets?" Ge Qiao's demeanor really couldn't tell this.

"Well," Ge Qiao answered Zhong Mingcan's words while greeting the waiter, "I like it, maybe it's because the pressure is too high and I need to eat sweets to relieve it. In a profession like ours, it's like fighting a war when you're busy, and you basically collapse every day. the edge of."

He gave himself a reasonable reason, but there are so many tastes because, in fact, he has liked sweets since he was a child.

"Is it busy every day?"

"I'm so busy." After thinking for a while, he added, "I don't know what I'm busy with, but I just can't be free."

"Oh, no wonder you said I should feel honored..." Zhong Mingcan said with a smile.

"what?"

"You said it, I have to be honored that you come to chat with me when you are free."

Ge Qiao didn't expect Zhong Mingcan to remember those details clearly. In fact, he just flirted casually and forgot after the flirting.

"Then do you still have time to enjoy life now?"

"Enjoy life?" Ge Qiao was suddenly amused, his eyes bent into crescents, "What age is this? Why are you so old-fashioned when you speak?"

"Then how should I say it so it's not old-fashioned?" Zhong Mingcan felt it was a pity, he couldn't see the smile clearly against the light, but he was still attracted by Ge Qiao and laughed, "Well, do you still have time to fall in love now? Like this Can I ask?"

Ge Qiao choked up, he didn't expect that he was swayed by the opposite person without saying anything.

"Hey, falling in love, it doesn't matter if you're free or not," he cleared his throat, and threw a lot of meat into the pot, "It mainly depends on whether you have the intention..."

"Then do you have time to think about it?" Zhong Mingcan rested his elbows on the table and rested his chin with one hand, looking at Ge Qiao with a very sincere and calm look.

So calm that Ge Qiao always wanted to escape unconsciously.Between the two of them was a copper hot pot, which was smoking in the clouds and mist, and floated into the sky together with water vapor, as if a layer of cloth gauze was attached to the eyes, and this layer of gauze finally gently cut off the direct gaze .

Ge Qiao made a mistake in taking this temptation as torture.

"It's hard to say, I haven't given much thought to this aspect..." He was going to be sloppy, vague, and cut the topic, "Where do you want to go after dinner?"

"Huh?" Zhong Mingcan was taken aback, sat upright and picked up the chopsticks, and asked stupidly, "Can we go to other places together after dinner?"

"...Did I say no?" This man is really silly and cute.

But Ge Qiao couldn't understand it at all at the moment. Is this person good at flirting, or is he lucky enough to hit him right every time?

When the meal was about to finish, Ge Qiao said that he would treat the guests, and Zhong Mingcan didn't play tricks with him, so he nodded and said, "That's fine, I'll treat you next time."

He found a suitable reason for "next time".

"Let's," turned off the fire, and sorted out the leftovers on the table. The two got up and walked out. Ge Qiao pushed the door and said, "Let's go to digest food? Do you feel a little full?"

"Where do you want to go?"

Ge Qiao raised his finger and pointed to the east direction, and said with a smile like offering a treasure: "There is a dessert shop over there. It is said that it was opened by a little girl who returned from studying abroad. The food is very good. Where should I go?"

Zhong Mingcan looked at Ge Qiao's lively little expressions and small movements, and felt that he was less and less like the media director who had a strong aura when he first met, and at this moment he was like a foodie possessed, with his eyes wide open .

"Aren't you full? Can you still eat?"

"Science has proved that people actually have two stomachs, one is used to hold meals, and the other is used to hold desserts." Ge Qiao broke the nonsense into a set, "Now I plan to To satisfy my second stomach, nothing wrong."

Zhong Mingcan shook his head slightly, and smiled helplessly: "I'm really curious, why are you still so skinny even though you can eat so much?"

"Didn't you say that, I'm under a lot of pressure, and God sees me pitifully. When you close a door, you have to open a window." The more you say, the more outrageous it becomes.

Zhong Mingcan chuckled, feeling that Ge Qiao, who was full of trains, was very down-to-earth, which really didn't match the temperament carried by this face, but he seemed more attractive.

I don't know if he exudes such charm in front of others without knowing it?

Zhong Mingcan had no research on eating, so he had no idea, so Ge ​​Qiao made the decision for him, bought two identical Jasmine Napoleons, put one in front of each person, and put a fork on it.

Zhong Mingcan only took two bites, then put down the fork, rested his chin on the table with one hand, and watched Ge Qiao slowly wipe out the snacks in the small white plate bit by bit.

"Do you not eat sweets?" Ge Qiao asked when he saw that he had been staring at the cake in front of him without moving.

"I don't eat it very often," Zhong Mingcan didn't like sweets. He even felt that the main reason why he couldn't stay abroad was that he couldn't stand eating bread, butter and salad dressing there every day, but Ge Qiao liked it and ate it so vigorously. "I like watching you eat."

Ge Qiao's movements froze, his heart suddenly sank hard, and there was an "empty" sound.He didn't even bother to count how many times he was teased by Zhong Mingcan, but the face-to-face teasing in real life is still very different from the online chatting. Without a mobile phone as a barrier, Ge Qiao didn't know what expression he should use to respond to the past .

While swallowing the jasmine-flavored cream in his mouth, he "cursed" him viciously.

Sooner or later, this person will have to be turned away, otherwise it would be a waste of his flirtatious talent.

The author has something to say: Where has the science proved it?Please see how many episodes of "Human Expeditions" I forgot, anyway, it did talk about Ka Ka Ka.

Ge Qiao was wronged: I don't exude charm in front of others, I also divide people!