The skin was brushed quickly, and because of the angle, the others didn't know whether they kissed or not, but they saw the two hugging and falling together, and they started to make all kinds of nonsense.
"Teacher! I'm reporting that someone here is going wild!"
"Teacher! I prove that they are just socialist brotherhood!"
"Teacher! I apply to read it again!"
"Teacher! I apply to kill me to cheer them up!"
Kong Xiaoxiao is also a ghost, she actually ordered the music group to play the love music, and she even climbed to the top of the shelf and sprinkled rose petals.
The scene was almost out of control, and basically had nothing to do with what happened in the plot or whether the stage was good or not.
After Xia Zhiye realized what he accidentally kissed just now, he paused slightly.
It's not sweet, it's soft and slightly cool, like a green peach soaked in well water in April, it's clear and slightly astringent, but it makes people's lips and tongue feel hot for no reason.
The heart was also beating fast, pounding against the wall of the cavity, so that he could only see the red tips of Song Yan's ears.
When Song Yan lowered his voice, he asked coldly, "Are you fucking going to wake up?"
Then he came back to his senses and stood up neatly.
He picked up Song Yan with one hand, and then made a bow naturally: "Just now I was careless as a brother, very abrupt, but I have doubts in my heart, Yingtai is not a daughter, why is there a ring mark on her ear."
Song Yan knew that he was saving the scene, so he straightened his robe and replied coldly: "There is a reason for the scars on the earrings, why should Brother Liang be suspicious? There are many temple fairs in the village, and I play the role of Guanyin every year. Brother Liang, Concentrate on making a fuss, don't think about your future."
As he spoke, he turned sideways, as if intending to distance himself, but he just happened to expose the small ear hole on the tip of his right ear to Xia Zhiye.
His complexion ranged from cold white to reddish, and Xia Zhiye thought of a ripening peach.
He lowered his head and arched his folding fan: "I dare not look at Guanyin from now on."
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Song Yan didn't know how the remaining few scenes were performed. It might all be based on the mechanical memory of so many days of rehearsal.
Anyway, when the last two people were dressed in wedding clothes and both turned into butterflies, the whole audience seemed to be crazy, but no one cried, they just made a fuss, and there were voices of amazement and admiration for Song's misanthropy.
A classic tragedy is played out like a love sketch, maybe this is the inexplicable happiness of contemporary high school students.
But this kind of happiness has nothing to do with Song Yan.
After the curtain call, he stepped off the stage, ignored the group of people who came to celebrate, picked up his clothes, and went straight into the cubicle of the dressing room.
After the inferior chemical fiber cloth was removed from his body and replaced by a comfortable T-shirt, Song Yan let out a breath slowly.
Turning around, facing the mirror, tore off the hair cover, and smoothed the forehead hair, and found that his ears were a little red, so he raised his hand and twirled roughly twice.
Isn't it just that two old men accidentally bumped into each other, what's so popular about it.
But it's not a big deal, and it's really embarrassing to say it's a small matter. It would seem guilty not to mention it at that time, and it would be embarrassing to mention it.
It's impossible for the two of them to meet without talking.
Instead, make it seem like there is something real.
Song Yan thought, the door was knocked.
Song Yan asked, "Who?"
Xia Zhiye: "Me."
There was a moment of subtle silence in the air.
Xia Zhiye laughed lazily outside the door: "Why, you are afraid to see me because you are afraid that I will make you responsible for me?"
Song Yan originally wanted to say that it was you who were responsible, but felt that this was wrong, so she simply didn't say it.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Zhiye said slowly: "It's useless to hide, this is my first kiss, you have to make it up to me no matter what, for example..."
The tone is drawn out, and the tone is vague and ambiguous.
Song Yan paused with her fingertips.
Xia Zhiye suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "For example, how about a big glass with more meaty grapes, less ice and cheese?"
Song Yan: "..."
He snapped his knuckles indifferently.
Embarrassing fart, what's so embarrassing with this kind of person.
Xia Zhiye outside the door was still discussing without fear of death: "Oh, brother Yan, just buy it for me. Everyone else at the same table has received the first cup of milk tea in autumn, but I don't have it. How embarrassing. And you Seeing that I sacrificed my body for you just now, you just... Oh, brother Yan, take it easy, it hurts."
Before he could finish beeping, the door of the dressing room was opened, a pale and thin hand stretched out unbearably, grabbed his collar, dragged him into the dressing room and beat him hard.
After the beating, the assailant picked up his mobile phone and opened the door expressionlessly: "Do you want to split the cheese?"
"Yes." The victim followed up with a smile, grabbed Song Yan's neck, and walked out together in a daze.
It was as if those heartbeats that had accelerated due to a kiss that wasn't really a kiss and those vague and unknown embarrassments were all dissipated in an instant.
As for where they disperse in the end, that is their own business.
After all, no one wants to impulsively touch green peaches when they are completely unripe.
Teenagers only want the happiness in front of them.
For example, I thought Song Yan would have to ignore me for a week no matter what, but now I can coax him all at once, and Xia Zhiye is very content.
So Song Yan actually only has a hard mouth all over his body. In fact, his ears are soft, his waist is soft, his face is soft, and his heart is soft. Even the fists that beat him are as soft as a cat tickling.
But when it comes to softness, the mouth is actually soft.
Recalling the touch between his lips just now, the smile on the corner of Xia Zhiye's mouth deepened unconsciously.
Song Yan was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"
Xia Zhiye hooked his neck and took the belt back: "It's nothing, I just think our class should be the first one this time."
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If it was the previous judging panel, it would be nice to give a consolation prize to a group of performances like this that overturned the roof.
But this time it was voted by the audience, so it won the first place with an undoubted crushing attitude.
To what extent is it crushed.
Probably because there were only 812 students in the whole grade, but 931 unification votes were received, of which 827 votes were cast for "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai".
In this regard, Teacher Tongpiao has nothing to say, and can only pretend that there are so many people in their grade.
After awarding the awards and getting the bonus, Ruan Tian kept his word and posted another thousand yuan to ask Kong Xiaoxiao to organize everyone to have a barbecue.
The next day is the National Day, so there is no need to go to class or get up early, except for a few who live far away and a few who are going to travel early tomorrow morning, basically everyone has signed up.
The list of the final dinner party counted a total of 21 people, but after counting and counting, 23 heads were counted.
Kong Xiaoxiao looked at Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu who were inserted in the crowd: "Are you two from Class 13 being ashamed? Are you shameless? Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"
"Oh, Miss Xiao, what you said is too outlandish. As far as our relationship with Lord Xia is concerned, can we be outsiders? Didn't you see us two shouting the loudest when they performed?" Shang Huai threw Eyebrows.
Kong Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows: "What's the relationship between the two of you and Lord Xia? Why don't I know."
"Son-in-law." Without thinking, Shang Huai pointed at Zhou Ziqiu, "My first wife, his second."
Xia Zhiye: "Do you want to die?"
Shang Huai immediately changed his words: "Song hates the big house, my maid, and his coachman."
When Kong Xiaoxiao heard this, she was happy: "It's not impossible for you to say that, let's go, let's go together."
Song was suddenly disgusted by the big room: "..."
Xia Zhiye looked at his little stinky face, and asked with a smile: "Why, the mistress suddenly has two more servants, how do you feel?"
Song Yan was extremely indifferent: "I feel like I finally know why the three of you are friends."
"why?"
"Because only fools like fools."
"..."
Xia Zhiye felt that what he said was not unreasonable.
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Every BBQ is a barbecue restaurant opened at the back door of No. 3 Middle School.
Because the price is cheap and the name is good, the business has always been good. There is no room for twenty or so people to sit in the house, so they set up a few tables on the side of the road and sit separately.
Before Song Yan sat down, Xia Zhiye had basically wiped the table and chairs on his side.
After wiping, Xia Zhiye took the menu and asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"
Song Yan: "It's okay."
"Slightly spicy or medium spicy."
"Medium spicy."
"Do you eat mutton?"
"Don't eat."
"Where's the pork belly?"
"Row."
"What do vegetarians like to eat?"
"casual."
Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, who were sitting opposite them, were silent without a word, and turned their heads to ask Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen: "Are they usually so arrogant in class?"
Xiaopang is not used to it: "It's about the same. Anyway, my height of 175 plus weight of 175 is basically the same as an ant in their eyes. They don't even bring me a cup of milk tea."
After finishing speaking, Xia Zhiye, who was ordering food on the opposite side, raised his head and held up the succulent grapes in his hand.
Everyone: "?"
Xia Zhiye: "The first cup of milk tea in autumn."
Everyone: "So?"
Xia Zhiye: "My deskmate bought it for me."
Everyone: "..."
There was a moment of silence.
Shang Huai patted Xiaopang on the shoulder: "It's hard for you."
Fatty patted Shang Huai's leg: "Overcome the difficulties together."
Xia Zhiye took a sip of milk tea and lay down on the back of the chair: "If I remember correctly, the guitar that someone performed tonight seems to have half of my merit medal. If you feel bitter, please settle the bill first. "
Shang Huai said bluntly, "I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong."
Speaking of this, Song Yan just remembered that the program of Class 13 today seemed to be a band performance organized by Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu.
She sang really well, and seemed to have won the second prize, but she didn't expect Xia Zhiye to chip in to buy that guitar.
This man is really blind and generous.
Looking at Song Yan's expression, Shang Huai seemed to guess what he was thinking: "Brother Yan, let me tell you, our Lord Xia is a righteous person, and he is very kind to people around him. It is definitely worth knowing him."
Song Yan lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.
Shang Huai thought he didn't believe it: "Really, let's just talk about me. In junior high school, Master Xia was still working next door. I was in No. 3 Middle School. At that time, I was late in development, short, and was robbed of money every day. He knew me, but he met me on the road, so he helped me fight, and then I became familiar with it after fighting."
"Later, when I was in the third grade of junior high school, I wanted to form a band, but other people ignored me. Master Xia thought I could do it, and then pulled Zhou Ziqiu. The three of us worked illegal jobs for a whole summer vacation and a winter vacation, and finally saved enough money to buy a band. I bought a guitar, keyboard and drum kit, formed a band, and participated in the performance at the last Youth Music Festival. Do you think our Lord Xia is reliable?"
It just so happened that the owner of the barbecue shop brought the beer over, Shang Huai opened it casually, finished it in one gulp, and slapped the can: "And let me tell you, this time it's because Master Xia doesn't want to betray your class, otherwise If you come on stage with us, you will know how handsome Master Xia is playing drums. Back then, he was popular in the whole school, many people liked him, and I couldn’t get any love letters from girls for him.”
When Xia Zhiye heard this sentence, he tapped his knuckles on the table twice, intending to interrupt.
Shang Huai wondered if he said something wrong: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye said casually, "I just want to correct a factual statement of yours."
Shang Huai: "?"
"Not only love letters from girls, but also five love letters from boys. The degree of likability of me is that I can kill people across genders, ages, men, women, and children, so please don't narrowly define the audience for me, it's very imprecise .”
Everyone: "..."
Why can this person be so shameless.
But they dare not say this directly.
Only Song Yan slapped a can of Snow Beer in front of Xia Zhiye with a cold face, and said bluntly, "Please show some face."
Xia Zhiye took the can with one hand, clasped the tab with his index finger, hooked it lightly, and sneered, white foam emerged from the tin-gray metal, and then pushed it back to Song Yan, coaxing a child with a smile: "Of course , definitely not as popular as our classmate Song Daxi."
"Song, your mother is so big..."
Before he finished speaking, the phone rang, and when he looked at the caller ID, the word "Xi" that was about to be spoken ended without a problem.
"I'm going to answer the phone."
Song Yan got up and left his seat.
It has been a month and a half since he came to Nanwuman to make phone calls. This is Song Minghai's first phone call.
When he was connected, there was no greeting or greeting. He didn't even care about why his score in the entrance exam was only over 500 and why he suddenly bought more than a thousand roses today.
Just straight to the point: "Your mother will celebrate the day after tomorrow, come back tomorrow."
Song Yan's tone was emotionless: "I don't want to go back."
The tone on the other end of the phone was even less emotional: "It's okay if you don't want to call back. Tomorrow we're going to Lele's grandma and grandpa's house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. We don't have time to visit your mother's grave. If you have a good conscience, you can do it yourself."
Song Yan drooped his eyelids, looked at the ground, and after a while, said coldly, "Come back tomorrow night."
"Ok."
As soon as the voice fell, the other end of the phone immediately turned into a cold busy tone, without the slightest stagnation.
Song Yan lowered his hands and looked down at the small puddle on the ground, where his lonely figure was reflected distorted and ugly, only muddy and dirty.
Looking back, the lights behind him were bright and bright, and everyone was talking and laughing around Xia Zhiye, as eye-catching and lively as the stars holding the moon.
He suddenly envied Xia Zhiye a little bit.
How nice it is to be liked.
Unlike him, who was just an annoying burden from childhood to adulthood.
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When Song Yan returned to the table, the barbecue had already been served.
Xia Zhiye took a skewer of pork belly and handed it to him: "What's the matter?"
Song Yan took it smoothly: "It's all right."
When the meat was delivered to his mouth, his wrist paused.
Xia Zhiye asked: "What's wrong?"
Song Yan paused for a moment, but continued to put the pork belly into his mouth: "It's nothing."
Is this spiciness sure to be moderately spicy? Why is it even hotter than Beijing's perverted spiciness
But if he directly said that he was overwhelmed by the spicy food he ordered, it would be a bit embarrassing, so he pretended not to change his face and continued to chew slowly.
As it turned out, the spiciness was a bit beyond his tolerance. After eating a bunch of it, his lips had already turned abnormally red.
"Hiss, hiss", it looks like it's hot.
It was rare for Xia Zhiye to see Song Yan not so calm. He handed over a can of cold beer and said with a light smile, "Slow down."
Song Yan insisted: "It's not spicy, no need."
The dead duck has a hard mouth.
Xia Zhiye suppressed a smile: "If it's not spicy, how about another one?"
"..."
Only fools will be fooled by childish provocations.
Then Song Yan picked up a bunch of potato chips wrapped in chili noodles, and put it to his mouth expressionlessly.
Xia Zhiye saw that the idiot really ate it, and was about to grab it, but Song Yan had already eaten the first bite, and then couldn't hold back a cough, and the chili noodles choked down his throat in an instant.
Even for those who are not afraid of spicy food, being choked by chili noodles is uncomfortable enough, not to mention that Song Yan is not very good at spicy food, it feels like going to heaven for a while.
Song Yan suppressed tears, and after turning his back, he bent down to cover his mouth, and coughed as much as possible.
The young master is the young master, and he still doesn't forget the table manners at this time.
While patting his back for him, Xia Zhiye handed over a can of cold beer, the only source of water at hand, and said to Shanghuai, "Go ask the boss if he has cold white water and sugar. If you have any, bring them over. The more the better."
Song Yan was really unbearable from the heat, and regardless of what Xia Zhiye handed over, he took it and gulped it down.
The cold liquid flowed down the tip of the tongue and throat, infiltrated the cells burned by the chili pepper, and calmed down the slightest bit of painful dryness, and finally felt a little more comfortable.
So when Shang Huai came back with the cool white, Song Yan had already poured three big cans with Xia Zhiye's hand, and then lay down on the table, as if wanting to take it easy.
Shang Huai looked at the empty soda cans in front of him, and then at the water bottle in his hand, hesitating: "...then what, do you still need it?"
"Let's put it here." Xia Zhiye planned to use the water to rinse and roast skewers for Song Yan later, "Where's the sugar?"
"Oh, here, plum candy, mint candy, chocolate candy, which one do you want?"
"It's mint." Xia Zhiye picked one up, peeled it off, and patted Song Yan, "Eat candy."
Song Yan raised her head, opened her mouth obediently, blinked her eyes, and said nothing.
Fatty: "..."
Shang Huai: "..."
Zhou Ziqiu: "..."
For some reason, they felt that this scene was a little scary.
Xia Zhiye also felt something was wrong.
Although Song Yan is usually too lazy to peel the candy, he peels it and delivers it to his mouth, but he usually eats it without looking at it.
Xia Zhiye held the candy with her fingertips and shook it from side to side twice as if tentatively, and Song Yan's head obediently shook it from side to side twice.
Xia Zhiye shook up and down twice, and Song Yan also shook up and down twice.
Xia Zhiye put the candy into his mouth, and Song Yan just watched obediently, blinking.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
It's over.
Xiaopang and the others also reacted: "No way, this is beer, only eight degrees, only three cans, and then drunk?"
Shang Huai didn't believe it either, and stretched out a finger to gesture in front of Song Yan: "What is one plus one?"
Song Yan: "Two."
Shang Huai breathed out: "It seems that I am not drunk."
Zhou Ziqiu said with disgust: "Is your standard of normal intelligence a bit too low?"
Shang Huai refused to accept: "Then you ask."
Zhou Ziqiu turned around: "What is one times two times three times four times five times six times seven times eight times nine times ten? Please answer within three seconds."
Shang Huai and Xiaopang, who were not drunk at all, had the same intelligence as usual: "? Zhou Ziqiu, is this question a bit embarrassing for you?"
As soon as the words fell, Song Yan replied: "3628800."
Shang Huai and Xiaopang: "??"
Take out the calculator and press: "..."
"Sorry, we are shallow."
As for Song Yan's mental state, throwing it into the mathematics examination room may still get a perfect score, but such a well-behaved, gentle and non-violent state really does not meet their perception of Song Yan.
Shang Huai: "So is he drunk or not?"
Xia Zhiye: "If you're not drunk, do you think you can still live intact?"
"..."
You are right.
Xia Zhiye was too lazy to talk to them, peeled a candy and fed it to Song Yan to relieve the pain in his tongue, then picked up their schoolbags and helped him stand up from his seat: "Okay, you guys eat, I'll take Song Yan back first."
"Come on, Master Xia, the food has just been served, why go back?" Shang Huai hurriedly stopped him.
Xia Zhiye didn't even glance at him, but just zipped up the school uniform for Song Yan: "You didn't see that he was already drunk."
"When you get drunk, you get drunk." Shang Huai couldn't understand. In the past, there was no one who got drunk first at the dinner party, and he didn't see how Xia Zhiye was doing.
Xia Zhiye didn't even want to answer him.
It's autumn, and the nights are already cold. Song Yan can't eat spicy food and can't drink alcohol. He is still in such a state. It is really worrying to be thrown among these unreliable people. It is better to take him back to bed early.
Zhou Ziqiu glanced at the two of them, and pushed down Shang Huai, who was about to go up and forcefully keep the two of them: "If you want to live well, sit down and eat yours."
Shang Huai: "?"
why? He didn't understand.
But what Zhou Ziqiu said was generally correct. After thinking about it, he didn't keep it.
Song Yan also cooperated very well, obediently being taken to the side of the road by Xia Zhiye.
The night was dark and there were few vehicles. It is definitely impossible to go back to the dormitory at this point. Xia Zhiye asked in a low voice: "I will take you to my house now, okay?"
Song Yan nodded: "Well, good."
Then held out his hand.
Xia Zhiye: "?"
Song Yan: "Pull and pull."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
At that moment, he was a little bit cute by Song Yan.
Can't help but curl the corners of his lips, and then took Song Yan's hand: "Okay, brother, hold on."
Two big boys over 1.8 meters were just wearing school uniforms, holding hands, walking slowly in the cool autumn night.
The night was dark and heavy, the street lamps were dim and trembling slightly, the insect stings uttered their last weak chirping, and the teenagers went home.
Song Yan said suddenly: "I smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus."
Xia Zhiye explained: "There used to be a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in this alley, and now there is still one in my grandma's yard and my yard."
Song Yan responded, "Oh."
Xia Zhiye said again: "So its name is actually Zaijiu Lane."
Song Yan turned his head: "So we live in Zaijiu Alley?"
Xia Zhiye felt that the personal pronoun Song Yan was used very interestingly, and turned his head to look at Song Yan.
Song Yan raised his head slightly.
The eyelashes that were usually drooping innocently lifted up at this moment, revealing the dark and foggy eyes, and the lips were a little abnormally red because of the heat before.
When the whole person looked up and looked over, he looked very cute.
Xia Zhiye couldn't hold back, took out his mobile phone, took a picture, and then replied: "Well, we live in Zaijiu Lane, this is the small courtyard, remember?"
Song Yan nodded obediently, and Xia Zhiye smiled again.
Holding him with one hand, he took out the key with the other, and opened the yard door.
Just as the door opened, the door next door also opened. Little Mahjong ran out and hugged Xia Zhiye's knee: "Little Mahjong hasn't seen Brother Ye for a week! I miss Brother Ye so much!"
Immediately afterwards, Grandma Liu also ran out: "Little Mahjong, I told you, don't run around at night. Hey, Xiao Ye, why are you back? Oh, Xiao Song, what's going on? Why does he smell like alcohol? Son."
Xia Zhiye: "He drank some beer and got drunk by accident."
"Oh, you children, what kind of beer are you going to drink in such a cold day? Have you eaten dinner? You didn't eat it when you saw it. Wait, grandma is going to make some millet porridge for you. There is honey on the cabinet. You Make a cup for Xiao Song first."
After Grandma Liu worriedly nagged a lot, she panicked and ran into the kitchen with a small mahjong.
Song Yan stood in place, followed her direction with eyes, blinking.
Xia Zhiye looked at him like this, guessing that he might not be able to digest what Grandma Liu's thickly accented Nanwu dialect meant, and was about to explain it.
Song Yan said, "She must love you very much."
Xia Zhiye didn't expect Song Yan to say this suddenly, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Song Yan said: "She will scold you and cook for you."
Xia Zhiye joked, "Is this really love?"
Song Yan nodded seriously: "Well, because no one scolded me, and no one cooked for me."
After a pause, she shook her head again: "No, my aunt will cook for me, but that's because of giving her money, so she can't count as loving me."
A person who is usually indifferent and tough now bows his head and speaks these childish words seriously, which makes people feel sour for no reason.
Xia Zhiye remembered what Song Yan said before when he was a child, it was his aunt who told his boy to get his ears pierced so that he could support himself, and finally he was sure that Song Yan was really loved by no one when he was a child.
It's no wonder that he has developed such a bad temper that is difficult to get close to.
But it just looks stinky, but it's actually cute.
I can't see others being bullied, and I can't see others being embarrassed, hard-spoken and soft-hearted, duplicity, so how can those who don't love him bear it.
Xia Zhiye was thinking, Song Yan raised his head again, looked at him, his eyes reflected the night: "Do you think I am a particularly annoying kid?"
Xia Zhiye twitched, and asked in a low voice: "Why does Song Yan kid think so?"
"Because if it's not particularly annoying, why doesn't anyone like me? My father doesn't like me, my mother doesn't like me, and the aunt who raised me doesn't like me either." Song Yan tilted his head and blinked slowly. lower eye.
The light mist that was in the eyes before, was slowly blinked by him, and it turned into imperceptible moisture on the eyelashes, as if trying to hide some fragile emotions, only the dark eyes remained. Deep unknown night sky.
He is thinking very seriously.
Like a kid who has done nothing wrong but is trying to correct himself because he wants to be liked by adults.
Aggrieved and at a loss.
Xia Zhiye's heart was suddenly stabbed.
The feeling of being pierced was far stronger than the heart rate when I saw Song Yan changing clothes and accidentally kissing his cheek on the stage.
Although he didn't know what Song Yan had experienced, but looking at Song Yan's appearance at this moment, a certain emotion was like a sudden surging tide, which swept through his heart in an instant, bringing suffocating numbness and sadness.
Later, Xia Zhiye thought, even though he still didn't understand what kind of emotion he felt towards Song Yan that night, the liking he said to Song Yan was not exactly the kind of liking about love in the future.
But he knew very well that night for the first time he had the absurd urge to want someone to be loved forever.
So he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Song Yan's head, the boy's voice was deep and gentle soaked in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
He said: "How can no one like you, at least I like it very much."
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The author has something to say: Lao Xia: The liking I’m talking about is the liking a straight man has for a brother
Onlookers: Okay, I understand.
Note: The lines of "The Butterfly Lovers" drama in this chapter are all quoted from the famous Chinese Huangmei tune movie "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai".