Travel reality shows are not dating shows

Qi Yong recently received a courier, which is autumn clothes from MOMO.

Qi Yong kept a certain distance from this gift without warning, and was a little confused about what MOMO meant. After struggling for a long time, he clicked on the chat box of MOMO, took a photo and sent a "?".

MOMO quickly returned a voice call, and Qi Yong stared at the red and green buttons on the phone interface, a little hesitant.

As a patient with social phobia, he hates all social activities that require face-to-face and voice-to-voice communication with people. Voice calls are also included in this list. According to his usual practice, he has to convert the voice over three seconds into text before reading it.

Generally, when encountering such a sudden voice call, he would hang up and tell the other party—"It's not convenient for voice, let's communicate by text."

But this person is MOMO, Qi Yong looked at the sweater in the courier box that seemed to be of appropriate thickness, sighed and pressed the answer button.

Thinking about it carefully, this is not the first time he answered MOMO's voice call, Qi Yong thought, probably because he couldn't bear to hang up MOMO's call, so he had to do this kind of psychological struggle again and again.

The sound at MOMO is a bit noisy, mixed with rhythmic music and noisy human voices.

"What's the matter, don't you like the style of the clothes? I think my fashion sense is not bad! Even if I didn't do it before, I will definitely do it this time. I have consulted my stylist!"

Qi Yong felt that a stylist might not need the help of a stylist to choose a mere sweater. He was a little helpless: "You were a fashionista before, so you can't say that you have bad fashion sense... I just want to ask why you bought me clothes. .”

"Oh, this, what else do I care about." MOMO said confidently, "Of course I am worried that you will faint when you go out wearing out-of-season clothes! You bastard, even if I ask you to buy clothes, you will only Will say yes!"

Qi Yong was a little annoyed: "I can buy it myself! I didn't faint last time, I just suffered from heat stroke! And I don't go out everyday, so I don't need it at all..."

MOMO asked him suddenly: "Have you tried on the clothes?"

Qi Yong was stunned for a moment: "Not yet."

Momo's voice sounded very casual: "Try the size first, if it doesn't work, you have to change it, I just hugged you that time, the size depends on the feel of the hand, I don't know if it's right..."

Qi Yong scratched his hair with a bit of a headache: "You don't need to mention the time you hugged me before! Got it, I'll try it later."

MOMO confessed to him: "Remember to take a photo for me to see! I have to confirm whether my stylist's aesthetic is acceptable."

Qi Yong was a little embarrassed: "Got it... Where are you and why are you so noisy?"

Qi Yong's voice seemed to be a little softer when he heard him, probably because Qi Yong went a little further: "I'm preparing in the backstage of the show."

Qi Yong muttered: "Then you still call."

MOMO laughed: "It's a rehearsal, I'm still debugging the equipment, and it will start after a while. Ah, by the way, I'm stuck on the game you told me last time, and I can't get past it. I'll look for it when I'm free. You, help me fight."

Qi Yong wanted to say that game strategy guides were found everywhere on the Internet, but he looked at the hoodie, paused and agreed: "Got it... I thought you weren't going to accept the catwalk."

When he knew MOMO, he only knew that he was a rapper. Later, he learned that he was arranged to be a model for a long time after the group disbanded. After saving for so many years, he found the opportunity to return to the stage.

He thought that MOMO was now a full-time rapper, but he didn't expect...

MOMO scratched his head: "I have to go, earn money to make songs. I really can't make money back from singing songs now, and rappers don't have so many opportunities to accept commercial performances... Instead, the big money is from catwalks and endorsements. Anyway, catwalks practice It's not too difficult after I come out, that is, I usually work a little harder, and I have always maintained my figure, so I can walk more while I can."

Qi Yong fell silent, he didn't know what to say at this time.Should I give intimate comfort, or just say hello and change the subject?

That's why he is not good at socializing with others!Why did he ask that question too much just now!

Qi Yong unconsciously picked the camera on the back of the phone with his fingernails. When he was agitated, he would occasionally make such a small movement-picking everything that could be picked at hand.

Someone on the other end of the phone called MOMO, and MOMO responded: "Here we come!"

"I'll come to play with you later, remember to try on the clothes! Send me a photo!"

The phone hangs up.

Qi Yong put down his phone, nestled into the sofa silently, and beat the pillow a little helplessly.He didn't say anything, and he called at the beginning to ask why MOMO bought him clothes, and the topic was bypassed in a daze!It also turned out that he wanted to send MOMO a photo of the clothes fitting!

Momo got up quickly, looked at the clothes lying quietly in the express box like an enemy, scratched his hair vigorously, and buried his head frantically: "Ah——what does this person mean! Why are you buying me clothes! Why are you calling! Why are you leaning over on your own!"

Qi lay down like an ostrich for a while, stretched out his hand lightly to touch the fabric of the sweater, and muttered: "It seems quite comfortable..."

He raised his head slowly, and examined the dress with critical eyes: "...the color is not bad."

He himself fought the battle between heaven and man for a while, and finally picked up this dress, intending to try it on.

After trying it, he looked in the mirror and touched his nose: "...It actually fits quite well."

All that's left is to take a photo.

Qi Yong doesn't know how to take selfies at all. After studying in the mirror for a long time in the bathroom, he finally tiptoes to take a photo that can fully reveal his clothes... without a head.

Qi Yong sent a message to MOMO nervously, but he didn't reply quickly, so he should be working.

Qi Yong didn't wait and went to work.

Not long after, Qi Yong's mobile phone rang a notification tone, and MOMO replied: "...Can't you take a picture of your face? It looks like Xing Tian."

Qi Yong put down what he was doing to read his news, and couldn't help laughing: "It's good if I take a picture of your face, don't be picky."

MOMO asked: "Why don't you use a full-length mirror to look at it?"

Qi Yong: "I don't have a full-length mirror at home."

MOMO is rarely speechless, so surprised that he just sent a "!" to express the intensity of surprise.

"Wait, I'll place an order for you with a full-length mirror."

Qi Yong quickly stopped him: "No!"

Momo thought about it for a while: "That's right, it's not convenient to buy this kind of thing online. We'll go to the furniture store to buy it later."

Qi Yong: "..."

That's not what he meant by saying no.

Qi Yong glanced around his room, the magazine on the bookshelf seemed to be bought at the newsstand when Momo came.The peaked cap on the coat rack was forgotten here a long time ago, and he said he would remember to take it away every time he came, but he forgot all of them.Which game cartridges on the TV cabinet are from MOMO?

Qi Yong was stunned for a moment, unknowingly, there were various traces of MOMO left in his house. To this extent, even if he told others that the two of them didn't know each other well, no one would believe it.

That night, Mr. Qi Yong, whose schedule was not very regular, suffered from insomnia all night.He sighed and got up and started working.

He has a habit at work. He will post the name of the newly written word on Weibo, which can be regarded as a record.

Tonight, in the middle of the night, he posted three in one go, "Silence", "Heavenly Falls", and "Reciprocity". After a while, there were several comments.

In the Internet age, no matter when you are awake, there will always be someone who is as awake as you.

A few fans probably followed from "Scenery Along the Way", asking if these songs were written for Lu Huaiguang or Ji Yu.

Qi Yong was also idle, so he replied: "No, Lu Huaiguang likes to write lyrics by himself since he fell in love. His own songs are too late to show affection, and it's not my turn."

He chatted with a few fans for a while, and then planned to quit Weibo. When he refreshed for the last time, he saw MOMO's latest comment.

"These three songs together happen to be my name!"

Qi Yong's fingers froze.

Why is this man still awake at this hour!

He pretended to be calm and replied: "Where does it look like? Why haven't you slept yet?"

MOMO: "I'm catching a flight, like my real name! Oh, by the way, I didn't tell you, my real name is Mo Tianli!"

Qi Yong touched his nose, ignored the group of random fans who "captured a live MOMO", and replied directly to MOMO: "It's quite artistic."

MOMO: "No, don't you think it's funny? It sounds so unreasonable, they used to call me that when I was in school."

Qi Yong: "..."

The next day, Qi Yong found out that Ji Yu also came to this Weibo to say "hahaha". Soon after, a marketing account began to reprint the screenshots of their chat, "MOMO is unreasonable" and "Qi Yongmo Tian "Li" unexpectedly went up a trending search together, and the ranking is not low.

Qi Yong rolled his eyes and felt that people are really idle now.

It didn't take long for him to find out that there was more time to spare, and a large group of CP fans suddenly appeared between the two of them, saying that he secretly confessed to MOMO by writing songs.

None of the parties responded, but Qi Yong's three Weibo posts had a lot of tourists checking in.

Qi Yong let out a "tsk", and picked the protrusion of the phone case a little irritably: "Punch the card, I'm not a punch card machine!"

When MOMO called at this time, Qi Yong was startled, and frantically pressed the phone to hang up.

Qi Yong stared at the phone interface for a while, but MOMO didn't call again, and didn't send a message.

Qi Yong threw the phone aside, out of sight and mind.

In the middle of the night, Qi Yong, who was nocturnal due to insomnia, just woke up and was about to make himself a cup of coffee when he heard a strange noise at the door.

He approached the cat's eye and looked out vigilantly, and saw a familiar figure at the door of his house.He rubbed his eyes in a daze, suspecting that he hadn't woken up yet, and approached the cat's eyes again.

That's right, the man outside the door squatting in a farmer's pose at the door of his house, isn't he MOMO!

Qi Yong opened the door expressionlessly, and met the astonished MOMO: "...Sir, what are you doing squatting at my door in the middle of the night? You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or I'll call the police." .”

MOMO jumped over and hugged his thigh, apologizing without saying a word: "I was wrong!"

Qi Yong had a moment of doubt: "Ah? What? What did you do wrong?"

MOMO: "Can I talk about this after I go in?"

Qi Yong signaled him to let go, and reluctantly let him in.

Qi Yong also made him a cup of coffee: "Now tell me, what's wrong."

MOMO carefully looked at his face: "Aren't you angry? Zhao Jin told me that at this time, don't make excuses and apologize first. When apologizing, you should hug your thighs, your posture should be standard, and your tone should be sincere."

Qi Yong: "..."

MOMO scratched his head: "And I think I probably know the reason why you are angry. It is the Internet... hey, just don't read it, or clarify it if you are really unhappy. It's just a misunderstanding anyway..."

Momo's voice became softer and weaker, and Qi Yong suddenly felt angry for no reason, and repeated: "Is it a misunderstanding?"

MOMO asked him stupidly: "Isn't it?"

Qi Yong was silent for a while, anxiously wanting to open the man's head to see what's inside!

He picked the pattern on the coffee cup and tried to suppress his anger: "Have you ever thought that my anger may be out of embarrassment, because my little thoughts have been exposed by others."

MOMO blurted out: "Isn't that better?"

Qi Yong was stunned: "Ah?"

The two stared at each other for a while, and Momo quickly realized: "No, you didn't know my real name before, how could it be on purpose..."

Qi Yong cleared his throat in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Cough, express delivery."

MOMO scratched his head: "Ah, that, I bought it at the store and sent it to you, so the sender is my name... Don't you think that's my assistant's name?"

Qi Yong's voice became smaller and smaller: "I went to check."

MOMO leaned closer to listen: "Huh? What?"

Qi Yong yelled into his ear: "I searched for 'Mo Tianli' on the Internet! You also participated in the school's campus singer when you were in college. There are photos and your name! You can find it after a search!"

MOMO is a little silly: "Since, since you have put in this effort, does it mean..."

Qi Yong waited reservedly for a while, Momo blushed and couldn't hold back.

Qi Yong couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you going to tell me or not!"

MOMO covered her ears and shouted: "Wait a minute, I can't think of a confession that rhymes! I can't turn my head!"

Qi Yong picked up the pillow on the sofa and pounded on him: "What rhyme! What rhyme at this time!"

Momo was hit twice, and suddenly came up with an empty-handed catch-blade move, clamping the pillow with both hands, with a serious expression: "Hi Qi Yong, do you need a boyfriend?"

Qi Yong stopped his movements: "... No matter how much you put 'you' into the sound of 'ong', it still doesn't rhyme."

MOMO threw the pillow away, hugged him into his arms with hands and feet and began to play tricks: "I don't care! Don't avoid my question! Give me an answer quickly!"

Qi Yong felt like a tree being hugged by a koala, relying on MOMO not being able to see his expression now, the corners of his mouth raised presumptuously: "...It's not particularly lacking, but if you recommend yourself, I can also consider it."

MOMO was shocked: "Do you still have to think about it? How long do you think about it? Is three seconds enough for you?"

Qi Yong got a headache from being annoyed by him, and said impatiently: "All right, all right, I agree!"

MOMO breathed a sigh of relief, and sat cross-legged on the sofa with a smile on his face: "That's good! This matter is settled, let's play games. I'll tell you how long I've been on that level..."

Qi Yong was a little dazed: "Ah? That's it?"

MOMO paused for a moment, with a serious expression on his face: "...do I still have to kiss?"

Qi Yong looked at him for a while, and suddenly pulled out a mocking smile: "Oh, single mother and fetus?"

MOMO felt provoked, and retorted, "I once held the hand of the little girl next door in my kindergarten!"

Qi Yong was disdainful: "If you don't do it in the kindergarten, you will be punished by the teacher to stand!"

MOMO became angry from embarrassment: "How many times have you talked! You are amazing!"

Qi Yong choked for a moment, and began to retort: ​​"At least I have helped people refer to relationship issues! I have also written a lot of love songs!"

MOMO sneered: "Heh, you are just a Zhao Jin."

"...Is Zhao Jin a curse word?" Qi Yong was a little skeptical, and finally sighed helplessly, "Forget it, arguing with you will easily lower your IQ."

MOMO poses in a professional sitting posture for primary school students, and it seems a bit difficult to say: "Actually, before I came, I asked about the opinions of people who are already in love, that...Brother Lu said that you can learn by yourself without a teacher, all rely on talent. "

Qi Yong felt that his face was burning in panic, and he couldn't figure out why they would sit together to discuss this kind of issue in a serious manner: "...and then?"

MOMO took a deep breath: "I'm already mentally prepared, but I don't seem to have sensed that my talent is awakening."

Qi Yong didn't hold back his laughter.

MOMO stared at him, and suddenly leaned over and kissed him.

This may not even be called a kiss, but more like a tentative touch.

Then they try a real kiss.

MOMO asked: "Do you think I have talent?"

Qi Yong blushed and turned his head away: "Too bad."

"I think so too." MOMO nodded seriously, "Should I practice more? Hard work makes up for it."

That night, a man surnamed M sighed and said: "Why is Lu Huaiguang handsome, good at singing, and even more talented than me in kissing? Why, isn't it said that the Creator is fair?"

A certain man surnamed Q comforted him: "It's okay, anyway, you are stupider than him."

MOMO, who did not want to be named: "?"

Is this a boast?