At this moment, the car door opened and Jiang Yan stuck his head out: "Mr. Shen, what's going on?"
Shen Ji looked at the empty old alley not far away, his expression unreadable: "I saw a puppy."
Logically, he should have forgotten it long ago, but in fact, he recognized it at the first sight. And it was in not very bright light.
Jiang Yan's face, which was covered with delicate makeup, twitched. He knew very well what the "puppy" in the mouths of the bosses meant. He stretched out a foot and tapped the man's hard leg in a measured way: "Isn't it in the car?"
Shen Ji grabbed the troublesome foot and dragged the person from the leather chair to the ground. He bent down and got into the back seat, zipping up his trousers.
However, Shen Ji was a little out of shape. The puppy had nothing to do with the so-called horoscope and had moved out of Qinxin Garden, free from the confinement and constraints of the Shen family. If he wanted, he could ask his assistant to bring conditions to negotiate. In bed, he was always willing, but... The puppy's appearance did not match his preferences in choosing people. He was both simple-minded and weak, and extremely boring.
When Shen Ji thought of this, a pair of black and white, childlike eyes appeared in front of him. The eyes were quiet and cold, and his lower abdomen tightened.
At this moment, Shen Ji's hand was brought into a warm and tight place, and his thoughts were diverted: "Xiao Jiang, your voice is so good that every word you say sounds like singing. Could it be that the one who replaced you is a lark?"
"Who said she wasn't?" Jiang Yan threw a coquettish glance, "She's from the Academy of Fine Arts, a top student."
Shen Ji's leather shoes rolled over his collarbone: "Why, do you still want to go back to your former master?"
"No, I'm very happy to be with Mr. Shen." Jiang Yan raised her hips, curled her red lips, and smiled indulgently and naturally, "If you don't believe me, try touching it."
"Really? Let me touch it."
Shen Ji skillfully and wantonly grabbed the person at his feet, but his expression was cold, which had nothing to do with being emotionally out of control. His other empty hand touched his left eyebrow, and his fingertips stroked the scar left by the last car accident. He hadn't seen the puppy for a while, and he didn't know why it appeared near Fuyuan Building, and it seemed to be wearing... a school uniform
When you study, you need to see what you have learned and whether you have made any progress.
Jiaobai kicked the stone away, and Jiang Yan came to Shen Ji's side, which meant that the art student officially took over and replaced him as Qi Yiliao's man. Jiaobai didn't remember who was after the art student, but it seemed to be a little fat boy.
How could those two old men be his friends? He really didn't want to cultivate activity.
Jiaobai complained a few words to the air, rubbed his nose which was red from the wind and walked a few steps. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a dark figure, which almost scared him to death.
"Shen Eran!" Jiaobai shouted.
The figure didn't respond, but walked forward with his back to him, the sound of his footsteps was light, like a wandering ghost.
"I'm calling you." Jiaobai chased after him, "Why are you here?" Didn't you see him running at the speed of a 100-meter sprint to avoid Shen Laogou
Shen Er'an kept walking, his figure was very silent.
However…
"Gurgle."
His stomach was growling.
Jiaobai couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Shen Eran turned around and said in a low voice, full of anger and shame: "You, what are you laughing at?"
"The clothes I'm wearing are pinching my butt, and I'm laughing at myself." Jiaobai said seriously.
Shen Eran: “…”
He continued walking and stopped talking again.
Jiaobai walked behind Shen Eran with his hands behind his back, swaying like a little old man. Poor thing, this young master has food to eat but he is just as miserable as me, and he is still hungry.
"Master Shen, let's go eat wontons." Jiaobai smelled the fragrance.
Shen Eran paused: "I have a name."
Jiaobai smiled and followed suit: "Then, Shen Eran, let's go eat wontons."
It's a small restaurant at around eight or nine o'clock, with neither too many people nor too few people.
As soon as Shen Er'an entered, he became the focus. He did not show any disgust or rejection, or put on a cold face and let out a low pressure. From beginning to end, he just followed Jiao Bai and found a seat to sit.
The table was clean, but there was a layer of grease on the QR code on the corner of the table. Jiao Bai took out his mobile phone to scan the code, and took the time to glance at Shen Er'an opposite him. The other party was sitting quietly, without any disgust.
"I ordered two large bowls of wontons. Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Jiaobai asked.
Shen Eran looked at him.
Jiaobai inexplicably felt like she was bullying a kid: "Don't look at me like that. Although we've lived together for a while, this is the first time we've eaten at the same table. It's normal for me not to know your preferences."
Shen Eran said calmly: "Cong, no."
"Nothing else? Done." Jiaobai put his phone aside, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the pedestrians and lights on the street. He was obsessed with the protagonist, and when he read the original novel, he followed Li Jue throughout the whole process. He paid attention to whatever Li Jue paid attention to.
For example, Li Jue was obsessed with worrying about Shen Er'an's diet.
To be exact, it was Shen Eryan in his early twenties. At that time, he didn't like the taste of onions, ginger, garlic, spicy food, seafood, eggs, butter, or noodles...
Difficult to serve.
However, Shen Er'an is not yet an adult, only seventeen years old, so young.
The author of Broken Wings has never drawn the tea-picking girl from the Clam Mountain, but those who have read the comics can imagine that she is a great beauty. Otherwise, Shen Er'an would not be a perfect beauty.
Of course, his father is also a decent person.
Jiaobai's gaze moved back and forth between Shen Er'an's left shoulder and collarbone imperceptibly. There was originally a burn there, and he had tattooed a small thing there.
The tattoo is a dragonfly. It has appeared several times in the comics. Once, Li Jue fell to the ground while cleaning because he was sick. He hit his head and couldn't get up. Shen Er'an ignored him and let him go to the company. At that time, there were so many people scolding Shen Er'an that he was even on the hot search.
That was the comic’s first trending search.
Still remember the hot search name is #蜻蜓快跑#
The fans were terrified, and everyone was trembling with fear, fearing that their treasure "Broken Wings" would be banned.
Jiaobai thought of the paper dragonfly in Shen Er'an's room. It must be the one his mother taught him to fold.
Shen Eran during this period is still relatively good looking.
Jiaobai moved the wontons brought by the waiter towards himself. He brought about a butterfly effect. Who knows whether Shen Eran will still be a scumbag in the future...
Moreover, he changed his number, so Li Jue couldn't contact him and didn't know how he would appear.
"What happened in the lounge? Why don't you ask me something?" Jiaobai picked up a wonton, blew on it, dipped it in vinegar, and ate it in one bite.
Shen Er'an was checking his bowl of wontons to see if there were any chopped green onions.
Jiaobai's tone was light, with a sly teasing between good friends: "If you don't ask me, I won't tell you." He ate three wontons in one breath, "Delicious."
Shen Er'an was stunned. The man opposite him had a look of satisfaction and happiness between his eyebrows, and doubt appeared in his lowered eyes.
It’s just wontons, what’s there to be happy about
Shen Er'an took a bite of the wonton and pressed down the corners of his lips. There was little filling and the skin was thick. How could it be delicious? It was not delicious at all.
"Try some vinegar." Jiaobai suggested sincerely. He was two years older than Shen Er'an and sometimes mentally treated the other as his younger brother.
So far, Shen Er'an and he have been the most active and deserve the most of his enthusiasm.
Jiaobai looked at Shen Er'an dipping himself in vinegar, and a fatherly love unconsciously flashed in his eyes, but it soon disappeared. He began to ponder the meaning behind the activity level.
Just like when players team up in a game, each time they work together, they gain a little intimacy, which is the evidence and meaning of their wins and losses together.
And favorability has another meaning, favor, like...
Then the level of activity is different.
The action of blowing wontons by Jiaobai suddenly stopped. Does activity refer to interest... his friend's interest in him? His heartbeat quickened. It's very likely!
Jiaobai sorted out the outline of his entire plan.
He took advantage of what Shen Er'an learned from the old lady that he was a plaything, and deliberately deceived Liang Dong in the bathroom, letting the other party act as a middleman to reveal those vulgar words to Shen Er'an, thus deepening the image of him as a plaything for people's entertainment.
The next step was for him to overturn his image with a clever solution to a problem and attract Shen Er'an's attention.
The next step is to become Shen Er'an's roommate and reveal to him the privacy and little habits that I want to reveal. The purpose is to let him see my reconstructed image - not rotten, with a heart towards the light, loving learning and life, and full of expectations for the future.
The bamboo dragonfly is the finishing touch.
Dragonflies are the most important thing in Shen Er'an's life.
All that stood between the wild rice stem and the death penalty was a paper dragonfly, which he picked up carefully without stepping on it.
So what he welcomed was not fists, but vitality and dawn.
In fact, the more Liang Dong talked about how worthless he was in front of Shen Er'an, the more interested Shen Er'an became in him.
It’s a bit like reading a book or watching a TV show, when what others describe is different from what you see, you want to see what it’s all about.
So, the mandatory task in the lounge is a qualitative change caused by quantitative change. The superposition of the previous few times has that effect.
Jiaobai speculated that Shen Eran had a greater sense of identity with him, and he thought they were the same kind of people. Their family affection was as good as non-existent, but they longed for it and showed the most sincere respect for it.
Combining his previous contacts and what he saw and felt, Shen Er'an became more interested in him and wanted to know what kind of person he was.
This speculation is reasonable. Okay, activity refers to interest.
The friend list suddenly appeared in front of Jiaobai.
Whoever ranks first in activity will have a pure gold seal with the shape of "茭", which looks majestic, formal and grand, and full of a sense of ritual.
Now the stamp is printed next to the name of Shen Ji, who is ranked second. His activity level is… 37.
"cough-"
The wild rice choked on a mouthful of wonton soup.
Holy shit, 37? How come he's already 37? What did he do tonight? Except for accidentally making eye contact with the old man and running away, that's all
Could it be that the way he ran away confused the old man's eyes
The area above Jiaobai's tailbone twitched reflexively. When someone's activity level increased, it meant they wanted to take off his mask and see his true self.
Who is Shen Laogou, who doesn't bother to spend time and effort to understand? He just wants to fuck him.
Just a mother.
He couldn't even eat the茭白wontons. The blush on his face, which had been caused by the heat and food, had finally faded away.
Increasing activity is a good thing. When you reach 50, you will have privileges. The situation will get better and better. Zizania tried to comfort herself, but the chrysanthemum melon was still a little cold.
Since the method used to target the old man was to use both guns and sticks, why not just let him fuck her once, and then would the activity level reach the peak
But what if not only does it not rise, but it actually goes down
It's very likely.
And his body is still a virgin.
The old guy is the one I hate to be with the most. He thinks crying and whining is disgusting, troublesome and unpleasant.
Jiaobai fell into deep thought. Why should I be thinking about whether to fuck or not? That was the baby's forearm that made the South City Xiaolingjie tremble with fear.
The second half of the sentence was said directly by Jiaobai.
After saying that, he glared at Shen Er'an who was looking at him with his dark eyes and said, "What are you looking at? You will be the same in the future!"
Shen Er'an didn't understand why this man suddenly had so many thorns on his body. He put down his chopsticks, and there was a layer of wonton oil stains on his pursed lips, making him look like a simple and innocent boy next door, without any of the darkness and dirt of a big family.
"Wontons, not delicious?"
"Not very good." Jiaobai's appetite was affected. It had nothing to do with the wontons, it was all the old man's fault.
Shen Er'an's eyes moved between the half-eaten wonton and his drooping eyes, which were stained by the steam. Shen Er'an paused for a moment and spoke in a low and clear voice: "Try not to waste what you ordered."
Being taught by someone younger than him, Jiaobai's cheeks became hot as he tutted and muttered, "... I know."