Sand Sculpture Childhood Friends Are the Most Lethal

April 21, X

The weather is overcast

The weather recently was really fascinating. It was sunny not long ago, and the temperature almost reached 30 degrees, giving people the illusion that summer is about to enter. But last night it was just a rain, and the temperature immediately dropped back below ten degrees.

"Ayao, I need clothing support here, otherwise it will freeze to death!"

As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I saw Wu Yunfei sent me such a message, with many "frozen dog" emoticons added to the back.

I thought about the clothes he brought with him when he packed his luggage. They were indeed not very warm.

At the beginning, I clearly reminded him that there was a cold spring in Beijing and asked him to bring two thicker coats, but he vowed to say that the weather would get warmer and warmer, so he didn't need to bring thick clothes at all.

This is probably the legendary slap in the face?

"I'll drive over now. Is there anything else I need to bring besides clothes?" I asked.

"I want to drink." He said, "The pressure in the first two days was so heavy that I was going crazy. I need to drink a small drink to calm my mind."

This guy doesn't drink much and he's quite greedy.

But I can understand his feelings, so I didn't refuse this request.

"anything else?"

Although the equipment in the villa is quite complete, it is in the suburbs after all, so it is still a bit inconvenient to buy things.

"I want to serve wine and food," he said, "anything to accompany wine and food will do, I don't choose."

I don’t really have any idea about snacks, but the boxed lo-mei sold in convenience stores should all be snacks, right?

"Hair restorer or something, please help me stock up first... I guess I will be able to use it after a while." He said.

I made a list of what he needed me to bring, and felt it necessary to go to the convenience store.

"Yuanyuan Beast, you have to be good at home, Dad will come back later." I touched the Qiyuan Beast's head, hesitated for a moment, and added, "It's possible that you won't be back at night. You can eat when the time is up. Cat biscuits, I'll open the tins for you when I get back."

Yuan Chee Beast yawned, and didn't know if he listened to what I said.

But as an orange cat, it shouldn't be hungry, right?

When I came to Wu Yunfei's room, I felt a headache looking at the clothes in his cabinet.

For a person like me who is not good at matching, so many different colors and styles of clothes are obviously very difficult.

I can't imagine under what circumstances he would wear that blingbling jacket.

I wanted to find a few coats of colors and styles to bring to him, but after putting the clothes on the bed, I had other ideas in my mind.

This guy has no clothes to wear now. Isn't that what I bring with him?

Although this act of taking advantage of others is not ethical, I still reached out to the "unspeakable" area.

Why is that area "unspeakable"?

Because even when I was studying in Japan during the second period, I would never go out wearing that kind of clothes.

I simply suspected that his clothes were changed by myself, otherwise I really can't think of any store that sells this kind of clothes.

Of course, I didn't want him to go out wearing a jacket, so I also brought some regular clothes.

As a result, the bag I originally prepared couldn't fit, so I had to pull two clean garbage bags to put the clothes.

I hope he doesn’t care about these details...

When I went out, I subconsciously glanced at my glasses.

Although I look like a human being, I carry an old backpack on my shoulder and a garbage bag in my hand. It looks like a small trader and hawker who is going out to set up a stall.

I felt a little funny and made two grimacing faces in the mirror.

After seeing it, the bitter beast "meowed" and looked at me with a mentally retarded expression.

"Dad is out, take good care of your house." I said.

Maybe because it was the weekend, there were not many cars on the road, so I quickly came to the nearest convenience store.

This is one of my favorite places.

As a poor social animal, only in such a place can I experience the pleasure of buying. When I went to Fashion Week last time, I felt that some purchasing agents were richer than me...

I took some wine and snacks according to Wu Yunfei's instructions. Although the alcohol content is not high, I still took a pack of sober soup just in case.

Even if you don't use it to sober up, eating some sweets can relieve your psychological pressure, right?

In addition, I also bought some things he might use, such as self-heating hot pot.

He doesn't easily stay up late, but if he stays up late, he must have supper.

He wants face so much, what if he doesn't want to go to the restaurant to find something to eat at that time? Give him something ready-made.

After buying these things, it was almost noon when I arrived at the resort.

Considering that this guy should have been up, I didn't go to the front desk to get the key, but went straight upstairs with the things.

On the way I ran into the director who gave me the information book yesterday, and he seemed surprised to see a bunch of things in my hand.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

This is my family's property, why can't I be here?

The editor and director seemed to be busy with other things, and after a few greetings with me, he left.

I took my things and walked forward, and came to Wu Yunfei's door.

"I'm here, you can open the door." I sent him a message.

The door opened, and the two of us couldn't help laughing when we saw each other's outfits.

There is obviously air conditioning in the room, but this guy came to open the door for me in a quilt. If he wears a "funny" mask on his head, it is a perfect expression pack.

"Brother, are you going to the night market to set up a stall?" He smiled, "Do you need my brother to help you with a trolley?"

"You don't need a trolley, you just need to carry it manually for me." I said.

He would pick, and reached out to take the two lightest pockets.

Rao is so, he still complains that things are too heavy.

"Did you ransack the convenience store? Why do you buy so many things?" he complained.

I smiled awkwardly, without speaking.

I don't know what's going on. I wanted to buy everything for him when I saw it in the convenience store, so I bought too much by accident.

"You actually bought chrysanthemums and wolfberry... In your eyes, I have reached the age to rely on wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea?" He glanced at me faintly and said.

"If you think this thing is not good for soaking in water, I bought you rock candy." I said, "Goji berry and chrysanthemum tea can clear away heat, relieve liver and relieve depression. It is better than drinking beverages all day long."

He was silent for a while, and said: "How do you know I drink drinks all the time?"

"Based on what I know about you." I said.

This guy always tells me that drinking Coke is not good, but every time I buy it, almost half of it gets into his stomach.

In addition to Coke, this guy often drinks other sweet drinks. I even wonder if I don't buy him that cup, he will not even drink boiled water.

"Why do you buy jujube? I'm not a girl." He muttered, "Could it be that I passed it to someone?"

Does this guy have any misunderstandings about jujube?

Who said that only girls can eat jujube?

"Adding a few jujubes when soaking in water has the effect of strengthening the spleen." I said.

Although this guy has an expression of disbelief, I'm telling the truth.

I'm afraid I'm mistaken, and I checked the internet on the Internet just now when I was waiting for the elevator.

"I suddenly felt like I was stepping into the ranks of the elderly." He sighed and said, "From today, you will call me the head of the old man."

I was about to rebut something, he pretended to be Cangsang waved his hand, said: "Needless to say, let me see what warm clothes you bring for my old bone."

Having said this, he suddenly paused, and then said, "Tsk tusk, you actually used a garbage bag... I suddenly felt that my evening scene was so bleak."

"I really can't find a suitable bag, don't care about these details." I said, "It doesn't matter what you use to pretend, the important thing is what's in it."

"What good things can be packed in trash bags? I suspect you brought the ugliest clothes in my closet." He was melancholy.

I was inexplicably guilty, and said, "I don't think you have any ugly clothes in your closet."

"Suddenly my mouth becomes so sweet? Why do I feel that my heart is more bottomless?"

He opened the bag while talking.

I feel my heartbeat is so fast, it feels like waiting for the teacher to announce the results when I go to school.

"Ayao..." he called me suddenly.

"Huh?" I tensed my back subconsciously and swallowed nervously.

"Your taste doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought." He smiled, "I thought you would never touch this kind of contrasting match in your life."

I will never touch this match in my life, but if this guy comes to wear it, it will definitely look good.

"And this jacket, I really like it." He said and picked up the blingbling jacket.

My aesthetics and his aesthetics are really in two completely different worlds...

But having said that, since he likes this coat so much, why have I never seen him wear it?

"Because this one is too gay, I'm afraid your straight male aesthetic can't accept it." He said.

Is this guy discriminating against straight men's aesthetics?

And I shouldn't be considered a straight man now!

"I also think it's pretty." I said without conscience.

"Do you think it looks good? Would you like to try it on?" He threw the clothes to me with a grin.

"I think you will look good on it." I added, "I don't suit this style."

"You haven't tried it again, how do you know that you are not suitable?"

I sound very familiar with this statement. When I was young, he would say it every time before he cheated me.

"You haven't eaten this thing, how do you know it's not delicious?"

"You haven't watched this movie, how do you know it's not good-looking?"

This has almost become a fixed sentence pattern of his routine. The hateful thing is that I know that he routines me, every time I am still foolishly fooled.

This time was no exception, I couldn't help but put on his shiny jacket.

To be honest, I always feel that I look like a serious person, but after changing clothes, I feel that I don't look so serious anymore.

I can't say what it feels like, but it just feels like something is different.

"This dress really has a magical power that can turn everyone into GAY every minute." He took out his phone and took a photo. "Even big-minded people like you can't be spared."

"Have you taken a picture? Delete it quickly!"

Although I haven't seen what that photo looks like, I am almost certain that it will definitely become my black history!

"Don't worry, I just put it on my phone to appreciate it, and I will never show it to others." He said, "If you think that the photo was not well done just now, hurry up and get a look, and my brother will take another photo for you. "

My brain is blank, and I feel a little at a loss.

"What are you panicking? Forgot what I taught you before going to Fashion Week?" He said, "Male models have fewer POSEs. Touch your hair or something."

I did these actions as he said, but he was still not satisfied.

"It's too stiff." He said, "Or you try the female model's movements?"

The action of the female model? !

I feel even more confused.

I can't do all the male models well, let alone female models?

"Male models and female models take different routes. Male models are mainly handsome and female models are mainly demons." He said, "Think of the magazine you hid under your pillow in high school, and how the young lady in there poses a pose. "

"When I was in high school, all the manga magazines were hidden under the pillow." I said.

"Tsk, it's no wonder you can't find a girlfriend until now." He said, "It's too late to get acquainted. If this goes on, you can only become someone else's stepfather."

Become someone else's stepfather at the night of resuscitation? What is this theory?

"Beautiful flowers are always very attractive, you don't take the initiative to pick them, they are already packaged into bunches when they are placed in the store." He said.

I frowned, always feeling that his statement made me very uncomfortable.

"How do I feel that there is something in your words?" I said.

"Nothing, I just want to remind you that the water in the entertainment industry is very deep. The seemingly delicate little flower may have been tainted by many people." He said, "Of course, if you don't care, you can treat me as if I didn't say anything, as long as you Just don't make my model's belly bigger."

This time I understood it. It turned out that he suspected that I had an improper relationship with Wen Miao.

I felt his thoughts were angry and ridiculous, and said, "I have nothing to do with that little girl."

"Do you need to explain to me what you have to do with her?" he said, "I'm just reminding you as a brother."

Is he jealous? Why do I feel his sour tone?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm telling you something very seriously, you actually have a hippy smile!" He grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at me.

I caught it all at once.

The breath of this guy on the pillow...

I hugged the pillow and buried my face in it.

"I'm sorry?" He snorted coldly, "Return the pillow to me."

"No, you threw it to me. There is no reason to go back."

"This pillow is mine."

"This place still belongs to our house."

This guy has nothing to say, for the first time I have the upper hand in bickering when I grow up.

"You... don't care about rich people like you!"

He sat on the ground angrily and opened a bag of snacks.

"I want to eat everything you buy! I won't keep you a bite!"

Is this guy three years old? Can actually say such naive words.

"You have eaten everything now, what will you serve as a supper in a few days?" I asked with a smile.

He kicked me and said, "Do you think I am a pig? How could I finish eating so many things at once! I just said that I won't give you food!"

While he is eating, he makes comments like those on the Internet.

"Wow! This shredded squid is super delicious! It's salty and delicious, and it's very chewy."

"Beer is also super delicious, it tastes very strong!"

I was lying on the pillow watching him eat, and suddenly I felt very happy.

He might be a little uncomfortable with me staring at him. He glanced at me and said, "No matter how pitifully you look at me, I won't give you food. I am a principled person."

"But I'm hungry." I deliberately pretended to be pitiful. "I met the director of the program group when I came up just now. He saw me go upstairs with a pile of food. Now I go to the restaurant to eat. He is sure Will ask me where all the food went."

The guy stopped and seemed to be thinking about something.

I continued to work hard, and then said: "I had to tell him the truth, telling him that I took a small amount of things and didn't give me a bite, so I could only go to the restaurant to find a bite to fill my stomach."

"Is it so pitiful?" He smiled, "Well, I'll give you a bite to eat."

He said that he took a piece of squid silk and handed it to my mouth, and I bit it gently with my teeth.

"It feels like feeding the cat," he murmured.

"Meow." I satisfied his fantasy with kindness, "I want to eat potato chips."

"Cats can't eat potato chips, you have to eat dried fish." He said with a grin.

This guy's perception of cats is really one-sided.

Let’s not mention other cats, our bitter beast eats potato chips!

But in order to make him happy, I changed my mouth and said: "Well, I want to eat dried fish."

"Are you so unprincipled?" He raised his eyebrows and said, "What a big pig's hoof."

I can see that this guy is deliberately looking for fault now, no matter what I say is wrong.

"Meow."

"Hey, don't pretend that you don't understand people at this time!" He smiled, "I don't know if those outsiders knew that their big guys are now dressed GAY in GAY hiding in the room and learning to cat meow. What do you think."

"They will definitely attack you for creating rumors." I said.

In the past few days, I confided in Weibo whenever I was free, and finally figured out some routines.

In addition to Wen Miao's "right guardian law", there is also a "left guardian law" in my Weibo super chat.

But this guy doesn't like to brush CP like Wen Miao, but likes to post something like "Successful Learning". Every time there are rumors about me, this guy will definitely organize a group of people to dispel the rumors every minute. It's pretty good, and sometimes even more convincing people than the official rumors sent by the public relations team.

I even think that I can be called a "big guy" by everyone now, and that guy has contributed a lot.

"Sometimes the rumors that the public thinks are not necessarily false, and the truth they think is not necessarily true." He said.

The can of beer in his hand was quickly drunk, and then he took out another can of alcoholic beverage from the bag.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Alcoholic beverage." I said, "I haven't drunk this thing, so I bought two cans and plan to try it."

"It's all foreign characters... I don't know what it is." He squinted his eyes, as if trying to read the words clearly.

I suddenly remembered that this guy had farsightedness, so I handed him the glasses on the bedside.

"It has nothing to do with glasses. As a scumbag, I don't know the words above even if I can see clearly."

Having said that, he still put on his glasses.

I turned the jar, pointed to an Arabic numeral printed on it, and said, "Do you recognize the Arabic numerals?"

"know."

"what is this?"

"twelve."

"So this wine is twelve degrees." I said, "Drink, it's okay, there is no difference between this degree of wine and beverages."

When I said this, I really thought that the alcohol level was not high, but I don't know why, after drinking this guy, he suddenly became drunk.

Face flushed, eyes blurred, breathing accelerated...

When did this guy's drinking volume become so bad?

"Or you can eat a hangover candy." I said, peeling a candy and stuffing it into his mouth.

This guy was also honest, sitting there with a sullen sugar and giggling, just like the stupid son of the landlord's house.

Is there something wrong with this wine?

I picked up the half jar he had left and tasted it. The taste of juice is stronger than that of wine.

Isn't this guy pretending to be drunk?

I thought so, and drank the whole can of alcohol without paying attention.

Facts have proved that this kind of foreign wine usually belongs to the type with greater stamina.

Obviously I didn't drink much, but I felt like my heart beat faster and my body temperature rose.

Am I drunk too?

I wanted to get a hangover soup, but I don’t know why I kept shaking my hands and accidentally dropped the sugar on the floor.

"Do you want to eat candy?" Wu Yunfei asked suddenly, tilting his head.

"Yeah." I squatted down, trying to find the fallen candy.

It would be bad if you accidentally step on it while waiting.

"I have sugar here." He said, putting his finger to his lips, and smiled mysteriously.

I thought he was drunk crazy, and didn't pay attention to him.

This guy seemed to be very dissatisfied with my ignoring his behavior, and stood up swayingly. However, I don't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or he was too violent. He suddenly fell to the side with an unstable center of gravity. Fortunately, my eyes were sick and my hands quickly supported me. Up him.

"Can't you rest a bit?" I said helplessly.

This guy blinked and didn't seem to understand what I was saying.

I noticed that his glasses were sliding slightly, so I reached out and pushed him.

"I have sugar here..." He muttered and repeated this sentence again.

Before I could react, he suddenly kissed him.

My brain went blank for an instant, and I didn't know what to do.

I wanted to push him away, but my arm subconsciously encircled him in my arms.

I finally knew what he meant by "sugar".

After the guy pressed his lips, he put the half-melted sugar in my mouth with his tongue.

I felt my heart beat faster, my head was dizzy, and I subconsciously touched the tip of his tongue with my tongue.

This guy’s tongue is sweet, even sweeter than sugar.

I was still wondering whether my feelings for this guy were love or not, but now I can be three hundred percent sure that I absolutely love him!

If it wasn't for loving him, how could I kiss a man without feeling sick?

Since he took the initiative to kiss him, he should like me too, right?

But seeing him so drunk that he was unconscious, I'm really a bit unsure.

It would be nice if he could come like this again when he was conscious...

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