The two of them only had one thick coat, and it was late at night and the frost was heavy, so they finally decided to pack the barbecue beer and bring them back to Zaijiu Lane.
It started to rain again at night, and there was no place for people to sit in the yard. The sofa in the living room was piled up with all kinds of things. Song Yan simply sat cross-legged on the carpet in the bedroom, pulled a small desk over the bed, and put away the takeaway. I started using it.
However, after the takeaway was opened, it was discovered that the boss didn't seem to give chopsticks.
Xia Zhiye stood up: "I'll go to the kitchen to get it."
Song Yan let out a "huh" and opened the can casually. The foam burst out suddenly, and it was about to drip onto the table, so he could only bring it to his mouth and took a sip.
He promised to accompany Xia Zhiye to drink away his worries, not only to help Xia Zhiye relax, but also to help himself relax, but after taking a sip, the unreasonable unhappiness in his heart was still blocked, so he raised his head and felt bored again a mouthful.
When Xia Zhiye came out with chopsticks, he found that someone had finished two cans of beer in one gulp.
Xia Zhiye has seen Song Yan's drinking capacity.
Three cans become dull, effective immediately.
Otherwise, he would be reluctant to use the shameless method of telling the truth after drinking.
But he didn't expect to go to the kitchen to get a chopstick. When he came back, Song stared at the empty soda can on the small desk with disgust. His expression was already not very smart.
Not three cans today.
Probably not.
Xia Zhiye sat cross-legged across from Song Yan, and tentatively asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Heavenly."
"?"
Song Yan raised her head, her face indifferent: "Why do you think she doesn't like you?"
His tone and expression were all normal, if it wasn't for the fact that the "Heavenly Immortal" he was pointing at was an empty soda can, it would be hard to tell that he was a little drunk.
However, it is not difficult to see the dissatisfaction with the "Heavenly Immortal" from the heart in the words.
Realizing who the "celestial being" Song Yan condemned was, Xia Zhiye suppressed a smile and asked, "Then tell me why he likes me?"
"Because you are nice to her."
"How do you know I'm good to him?"
Song Yan tilted his head: "You are so poor, and you still try to buy her the best confession gift, what is it good for?"
Xia Zhiye: "..."
It seems to make sense, but it is not the case at all.
Xia Zhiye couldn't hold back: "Can I ask you why you think I'm poor?"
"You want to become a duck in the sea."
"...?"
Xia Zhiye recalled the scene of the first meeting, and found that there seemed to be such a conversation.
But at that time, he was simply satisfied with the red-feathered chicken's evaluation of his appearance. Why did he just fast forward to Song Yan's place and he wanted to become a duck in the sea
Before he could figure this out, Song Yan threw out another heavy thunder with a serious face: "You are still secretly selling blood."
"??" Xia Zhiye couldn't help asking back, "Me? Selling blood?"
"Yeah." Song Yan nodded earnestly, as if he was aggrieved, "You sell blood secretly, and I can't ask you, so I can only buy pork liver for you to eat, but I really hate pork liver."
So you picked the pork liver for me
Xia Zhiye thought of the delicate-looking pig liver that touched him that day, and felt a little bit unwell.
Song Yan didn't finish: "And you're still looking for a rich woman. The rich woman sent you to a hotel and threw money in your face. You were thrown on the bed and kept calling my sister, saying that you were underage."
"???"
Where the hell is this
Xia Zhiye looked confused, but Song Yan became more and more aggrieved as he spoke: "I don't want you to be bullied by a rich woman, so I pretended to be a rich woman myself, and in the end you didn't protect me at all when you played games. That’s right, you killed seven of me in that round!”
Xia Zhiye: "..."
At that time, he didn't know that the little rich woman was Song Yan.
"And I don't have any money. I asked you to buy shoes, but you sent them to the lost and found department and didn't wear them at all. I was so angry. I was so angry. I only have a few hundred dollars. I don't even have clothes. I don’t dare to do dry cleaning anymore, and I can’t afford the new skin. I suddenly wanted to eat foie gras that day, but I don’t have money, and I still have to earn money, but I gave you all the money I earned, and you just know Give someone a gift, I hate you to death."
As Song Yan spoke, his eyes turned red.
Xia Zhiye panicked at once, quickly changed his seat, sat next to Song Yan, hugged him, and patted his back lightly: "No wrong, no wrong, I was wrong, I will help you wash your clothes and buy them for you." Skin, please eat foie gras, okay?"
"don't want."
Song Yan refused very decisively.
Xia Zhiye whispered: "Why not?"
"Because you are so poor."
"..."
"If I don't support you, you can't even afford to eat. What if you are called to a hotel by a rich woman for such a small amount of money? What if you are really tricked into being a duck? What if you contract AIDS from selling blood?" Song Yan asked. Wronged and angry.
Xia Zhiye was left speechless by the series of questions beyond normal cognition. After a long silence, he slowly opened his mouth: "Then what if I'm actually not poor?"
"Impossible, you are so poor."
Xia Zhiye organized his words again: "If I'm really not poor, all of this is actually because you think too much.
"..."
Song Yan pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and her brain began to run wildly.
If Xia Zhiye is not poor, it is because he thinks too much.
Then he pretends to be a little rich woman for nothing.
Then he's not ashamed.
no.
He's cool.
He can't lose face.
After thinking for three minutes, Song Yan logically came to this conclusion, then turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye, and said five words very seriously: "Then assassinate you."
"..."
Due to Song Yan's very honest nature after drinking, at that moment Xia Zhiye seemed to see the tragic ending of losing both her boyfriend and her life after being honest from these five words.
So after a brief silence, he picked up the beer with one hand and rubbed Song Yan's head with the other: "Come on, honey, let's drink more."
Well to forget this night of brutal truth.
Song Yan wasn't fooled, but just squinted his eyes and looked at him: "So you are poor after all."
Xia Zhiye did not hesitate: "Poor. There is a 70-year-old grandmother on the top, and a three-year-old sister on the bottom. There is no father, no mother, no car, no house, and nothing but a body."
Hearing this answer, Song Yan seemed to be even more aggrieved: "So why don't you study hard? If you study hard, you can get the number one in the college entrance examination. If you get the number one in the college entrance examination, you will get a scholarship of 200,000 yuan. If you have a scholarship, you will be rich. If you have money, you can go to Beijing with me. In the end, you insist on dating, and people don’t like you.”
Song Yan pushed away Xia Zhiye's hand rubbing his head, lying on the table, holding the chopsticks, poking the garlic eggplant in front of him, seeming a little angry.
Xia Zhiye changed his position and lay face to face with him: "Then why should I go to Beijing with you, he doesn't like me, do you like me?"
Song Yan opened his mouth, then closed it tightly, lowered his head and continued to poke the garlic eggplant, as if he wanted to say but didn't intend to.
It seems that the quantity is not enough.
Xia Zhiye pushed the beer in his hand over: "Song Yan, do you want to drink a little more to moisten your throat?"
Song Yan was decisive: "No."
"why?"
Song Yan was very particular: "You didn't even insert a straw for me."
"..."
Alright, macho guys need straws when they drink.
Xia Zhiye had no choice but to steal one from the mahjong milk box, and inserted it through the opening of the can: "Is this all right?"
Song Yan didn't speak, just lying on the table, holding the can, sipping the straw, sipping a bottle of spirits with an alcohol content of up to 5% like a child sucking milk, and then looking at it at a speed visible to the naked eye Be dumbfounded.
Xia Zhiye took advantage of the fire and said, "So our classmate Song Yan can now tell me if he likes me or not?"
Song Yan didn't answer directly, but muttered: "Anyway, they all like you."
"They all like me?" Xia Zhiye did a little reading comprehension, "So you mean I'm very attractive?"
Song Yan pursed her lips and did not answer, which was regarded as acquiescing.
Xia Zhiye became interested, turned on the phone, clicked on the recording, put it at hand, and then leaned back on the table again, looking at Song Yan with a smile on his face: "Then tell me why I am liked by others?"
Song Yan also looked at him: "That's it for now."
"That's it for now?"
"Well, just like this now, every time you bend your eyes, I will suddenly become stupid." Song Yan rested his chin on his arms, looked at Xia Zhiye face to face, and blinked his eyes.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
It turns out that his smile has this special function.
Why didn't I find it before.
Song Yan was really cute, so he tried hard to overcome the urge to hug Song Yan, put his fist on the tip of his nose, coughed twice, pretending to be serious: "Then I have other recruits." Do you like the place?"
Song Yan thought for a while: "Handsome."
really.
"very kind."
Makes sense too.
"nice to me."
Still have a conscience.
"and… "
Song Yan lowered his eyelashes.
Xia Zhiye whispered: "And what?"
"And you are pink." As if afraid that Xia Zhiye would not understand, Song Yan twitched his eyelashes, and emphasized, "It used to be black and white, only you are pink."
The nonsensical sentence was like talking nonsense after being drunk, but Xia Zhiye understood it.
No one loved him before, only I loved him.
In fact, Xia Zhiye doesn't like pink that much, but thinks that Song Yan's life is too cold, black, white and gray are good-looking, but after a long time, it always makes people feel depressed, so I want to add some different bright colors, and the mood can also be improved better.
Originally, it was just a whim at first, but he didn't expect that it would become his representative color in Song Yan's heart.
So in the past ten years when Song Yan was not very lively and warm, maybe he was indeed a little different, and it wasn't because he was blindly self-indulgent.
But obviously he was the one who was in unrequited love, why was he the one who felt distressed after hearing this sentence.
Just in time for the night wind in late autumn to blow open the window, engulfing the chill of the approaching winter, Song Yan's eyes turned red.
Xia Zhiye stretched out his hand, gently wiped the end of Song Yan's eyes with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice: "Then let pink bring other colors to the house to play with, okay?"
"it is good."
"Then let Pink stay with you all the time, okay?"
"it is good."
"Then let's go to Beijing together, shall we?"
"it is good."
"Then I'll chase you from now on, okay?"
The wind outside the window seemed to stop suddenly.