"Little Pineapple, come here." Wen Qing crossed his fingers and said, "Don't sit in the middle of the two bends, or you'll be bent."
Pineapple was dumbfounded: "Are you straight?"
"I'm straight." Wen Qing pointed at the wooden chopsticks in front of him and said seriously, "It's straighter than this."
Pineapple said with her eyes, I don’t believe it.
"This person is so interesting. He takes fake things as real. When the real thing is in front of him, he thinks it's fake." Wen Qing shook his head with interest. "It's fun, really fun."
Fengli's face turned red with embarrassment. He glanced at the bent ends of the boss and Professor Bai, and seemed to see that their bent ends had rubbed against each other.
Ugh, it feels so dirty suddenly.
Before the dishes were served, Fengli sat next to Wen Qing and watched him spin a coin: "Brother Wen, you are the best coin spinner I have ever seen."
"That's because you don't have much experience, little pineapple." Wen Qing said, "There are people who are better at spinning than me."
Pineapple was skeptical: "Who is it?"
"What a beauty." Wen Qing lay on the table, squinting his eyes to watch the coins spinning non-stop. "His hands can play the piano, kill people, spin coins, and do magic. They are amazing."
He suddenly grabbed the coin, picked it up and put it in his pocket, then stood up and left the table.
Pineapple's gaze followed Wen Qing in confusion, and his eyes widened.
The hipster walked towards a man in a crisp suit.
Pineapple grabbed the light blue tablecloth hanging in front of him. The man in the suit was the handsome uncle he met in the bathroom!
"He's an acquaintance..." Pineapple murmured in disbelief when she saw the young man put his arm around the handsome uncle's shoulder.
Could it be that the handsome uncle was the beautiful woman who was good at flipping coins that Brother Wen just mentioned? Fengli shook her head in denial, it shouldn't be.
The uncle is not beautiful, but he is handsome and suave, and he exudes the mature charm that only successful old men in the business world have.
Pineapple wipes the non-existent saliva, eyes look at the nose and nose looks at the heart, I am straight, straight, straight, straight, straight. After this art exhibition, I will find a girlfriend to fall in love with.
The next moment, Pineapple lost his temper. He didn't know when the identity number would be untied, and the time bomb couldn't make him angry. So he decided to forget it and talk about it after it was untied.
Pineapple was tapping her abacus, and couldn't help but glance at the handsome uncle again. She found that his gaze passed over Brother Wen and fell on a table.
There was only one guest at that table, a man with fair skin, uneven cheeks and no flesh. His eyes were eyes, his nose was a nose, and the closest part was his mouth. All his facial features were in the right places, but no matter how you looked at him, they seemed a bit asymmetrical.
To put it bluntly, it's ugly.
And the look in the handsome uncle's eyes when he looked at the guest was mixed with a bit of... desire
Pineapple was stunned, Oh my God, I seem to have discovered something incredible!!!
Xiangdong at the table didn't pay attention to those things. His attention was always on Bai Tang. The other party's emotional changes when he saw the man in the suit made him look confused.
"know?"
Bai Tang shook his head and nodded: "I knew him before, but I don't know him now."
That man had appeared in his dreams, and they had been teammates before the reset.
Bai Tang's chair was hooked and brought to Xiang Dong with a harsh friction sound. Xiang Dong pressed his knee against him with a fierce and hard pressure: "How many times did you dream about this?"
"Once." Bai Tang was enveloped by Xiangdong's hormonal scent. His breathing gradually became soft and his eyes were like peach blossoms.
Xiangdong's other tight long leg pressed against him: "What did you dream about?"
Bai Tang said: "Just doing the task."
Xiangdong leaned forward and asked again and again: "What else?"
Bai Tang looked at Xiangdong and said nothing.
Xiangdong's hair on his back stood up when he was stared at. It felt like a fragrant breeze blowing across his back, making him feel itchy and irritated. He didn't know who he was angry with. He took a few deep breaths and said with a stern face, "I'm just asking casually!"
Bai Tang smiled gently at Xiangdong, and the broken snow on his brows melted away. The spring breeze dyed his eyes and cheeks red, making him look extremely handsome.
Fuck! What a fucking puppy that deserves to be fucked! Xiangdong kicked Baitang's chair back to its original position.
When Wen Qing heard Fengli describe the image of a handsome uncle, he guessed that the old man was named Zheng, and he didn't expect it to be him.
I encountered it during the mission today, and I encountered it again now. Wen Qing walked out of the restaurant and asked Zheng Laogou behind him without looking back: "Didn't you say you went directly from the Science Park when you were doing the mission?"
"Is it impossible for me to be in Milan but my heart is in the company?" Zheng Zhitan said frankly.
The hipster rolled his eyes.
The temperature difference in Milan this month is large. Once night falls, the temperature drops a lot. You need to wear a coat over your T-shirt. Zheng Zhiqin's formal suit is just right, not too cold or too hot. He stands next to Wen Qing and looks at Chinatown at night with him.
Zheng Zhiqin's old comrade-in-arms was getting married in Milan, and he came to attend the wedding banquet. Tonight, he met a nice kid in a nearby underground internet cafe, and brought him to this restaurant for dinner.
During the process, the child's feet kept rubbing against him, which made him angry, so he pulled the child to the bathroom.
The child became pretentious. After kneeling for a while, he said his knees hurt. He also said that the bathroom smelled bad and that it was too fishy. He made all kinds of complaints, but I just wanted to coax him.
But Zheng Zhiqin no longer felt anything and he told the man to get out.
Of course he didn't just say "get lost" directly, that was too vulgar and not his style. He just kissed the child on the face, took the opportunity to take back the card he had given him, and cancelled the chance to make an appointment again.
"Zheng Laogou." Wen Qing looked at Zheng Zhitan with an evil smile, "Do you have something you want to tell me? Are you considering it?"
Zheng Zhiqin suddenly grabbed his thick bangs, stared at the black birthmark on his forehead, and curled his lips: "Let's go to the bar for a drink?"
"Which bar?" Wen Qing did not struggle and let his birthmark be exposed.
Zheng Zhitan said a name.
Wen Qing was very familiar with this area. He knew that the bar was not far from the restaurant. "I haven't had dinner yet. Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for my health. That won't do."
Zheng Zhiqian took out a piece of chocolate from his trouser pocket and threw it to Wen Qing, then strode towards the bar, expecting that he would follow him.
The hipster will follow, because he is bored.
The chocolate was too sweet, so Wen Qing took a bite and held it in his left mouth in disgust. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Xiangdong, then slowly caught up with Zheng Laogou's back.
The bar is neither crowded nor chaotic, but has a unique atmosphere, as if it is a place for gentlemen to have fun.
Zheng Zhiqin took off his suit jacket and put it on his wrist, loosening his tie with one hand: "Let's go to the private room?"
"Let's just take a booth." Wen Qing seldom comes to this kind of entertainment venues. Every time he comes he is Shao Wen Qing. Just this time he is still Wen Qing. He feels very fresh and his breathing quickens.
Zheng Zhiqin took Wen Qing to a booth and asked him what he wanted to drink.
The hipster ordered a fancy wine called "Blue Sky Red Rain", which seemed to be in blue and red tones, superficial and tacky.
"I have something I want to talk to you about, but it's not convenient during the afternoon mission." Zheng Zhiqin put his coat on the sofa and said with his legs folded.
Wen Qing smoothed his bangs in the heavy light: "Hmm."
Zheng Zhiqin said, "At the beginning of the year, I met Chen Yang in a mission. The mission location was Sanlian Bridge, and the place where he lived there was his home. After I came out, I looked for him according to the address of the mission point, and found that the person in that house had changed. Then I went to the rehabilitation center to find Xiang Zimu. She is an old friend of mine and also a teammate of Chen Yang and me. I didn't get much useful information from her, and I couldn't find Chen Yang."
Wen Qing said strangely: "Of course you can't find it."
"He's out?" Zheng Zhitan asked in a firm tone.
The hipster tore off a piece of gum and put it in his mouth. The sound of water as his teeth bit into the gum sounded a little scattered.
"He really got out... That's right..." Zheng Zhiqin took a sip of wine, rubbed the rim of the glass with his fingertips, and said to himself, "This real world is fake. Walking out of the end is the real real world. He went home."
Wen Qing was shocked: "What did you say?"
His hand holding the wine glass was shaking. "This is fake? How can this be fake? I don't understand, Zheng Laogou, where did you come up with this conclusion? Have you done any experiments?"
"Actor Wen," Zheng Zhiqin took off his glasses and threw them aside. He pinched his brows a few times and looked at him with a deep and playful look. "Your acting skills were not good this time. Is it because Chen Yang is special to you and his affairs affected your performance?"
"Tsk." Wen Qing blew a big bubble and fell onto the sofa.
After walking on this road for a long time, the taskers will know some secrets about the tasks, about the rules, and about the real and fake worlds.
It depends on who knows more.
Wen Qing chewed gum and laughed. Compared with Zheng Laogou, I naturally know more. One by one, they all reset twice, but I didn't. One by one, they all wanted to reach the end, but I didn't. I saw many wonderful scenery along the way.
The only thing that’s not fun is that whenever a teammate is reset, the corresponding part of my memory will be taken away.
This is quite boring.
"I feel like I've been closest to the finish line." Zheng Zhitan told Wen Qing his innermost thoughts, and that time was the Sanlian Bridge.
For some reason, that thought took root in his heart. He was sure that Chen Yang had only briefly described the reset and did not reveal the whole truth to him. Chen Yang had concerns, so he concealed it.
The concealed part should be related to his idea.
He was very different during the Sanlianqiao mission than usual, and the other taskers, including Chen Yang, were also in bad condition, with great mood swings, and they could get angry, impulsive, collapse at any time, etc. This foreshadowed something, which he could deduce, such as that the mission was some kind of audit.
The conditions for review are things like the tasker's threshold.
The threshold should be low, low enough.
Those who meet the requirements will be sent for review. It is also a task, and the process is similar to ordinary tasks. Everyone has to find clues and avoid taboos. Some people die there, some go to the last level, like Chen Yang, and some people's thresholds do not break through the critical point set by the rules, so they shrink back, so they complete the task and come out, continue to move forward, and wait for the next review. He himself belongs to the latter.
The above is Zheng Zhiqin's guess based on his rich experience after he came back from the mission and calmed down for a few days. He believes that 80% of it is correct.
Zheng Zhitan looked at Wen Qing, waiting for his reaction.
Wen Qing said sympathetically: "You mean, you were almost at the end, but you retreated. Is that how you understand it? How pitiful."
"Do you mind if I smoke?" Zheng Zhitan took out half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
The hipster blew a bubble and said, "Mind."
"Then you just bear with it." Zheng Zhitan said.
Wen Qing's face darkened: "You old dog are really annoying."
"You're not likable either." Zheng Zhiqin took a puff of cigarette, unbuttoned his shirt, and his thick Adam's apple rolled as he smoked.
The young man held his chin up and asked, "Are you old enough?"
The sparks on Zheng Zhiqin's lips flickered, and his voice was full of magnetism: "What's the matter?"
"A friend of mine said that if your Adam's apple is big, it will be big." Wen Qing had a naive expression on his face, "Your Adam's apple is twice as big as mine. I want to know if yours is really bigger than mine."
"Haha." Zheng Zhitan's chest trembled, and the next second he stopped smiling, "Want to see it?"
"There's an old pervert here. I'm going to call the police." Wen Qing finished drinking the blue and green wine and ordered a glass of "Flowers Flying All Over the Sky". He guessed that there must be a layer of small flowers floating in the sky. It turned out to be true. He found the fun and started to order colored wines on the list and occasionally chat with Zheng Zhitan.
The topic swung into the world beyond the end point, ran out, and swung back in again.
The two have different values and goals, but they can still chat with each other. After all, they are old teammates and have worked together many times.
Zheng Zhiqin firmly believes that he had worked with Wen Qing before the reset, but no matter how well they got along, they would never become partners because their pace was not consistent.
Moreover, Wen Qing has no sense of belief. He has it, but it is not strong. He needs a partner with a sense of belief as strong as Chen Yang, who can infect him and lead him forward.
It’s a pity that it’s something you can only encounter by chance, so just let it be.
Before he knew it, Wen Qing fell down drunk. The cell phone in his coat pocket was ringing. Zheng Zhiqin pushed him but failed to wake him up.
Zheng Zhiqin took out Wen Qing's phone and saw that the caller ID was "jin". The phone had no password lock, so he opened it, answered the call, and asked the "jin" to pick up Wen Qing. Zheng Zhiqin was going back, he had drunk a little too much and had a headache.
It was quiet on the other end of the line.
Zheng Zhitan vaguely sensed something. He was about to speak when he heard a gorgeous, deep voice: "Give the phone to Qingqing."
Qingqing? Zheng Zhitan was both amused and confused. This reduplicated word was used to describe the actor Wen, which surprisingly had a subtle sense of appropriateness. Judging from his face, he was quite obedient, a good boy.
Zheng Zhitan said: "He is drunk."
"Give it to him," the man said.
The two words were filled with profound power and command, like an old monster that lived in a dark forest and fed on human blood.
Zheng Zhitan turned his head suddenly and met a pair of clear eyes: "Are you pretending to be drunk?"
I should have thought of it earlier. This guy acts all the time. When he stops acting, he will die.
Wen Qing took his phone from Zheng Zhitan: "Hello, Jin."
Lately he has been calling Jin Xiaochang like this, saying he is old Jin or beautiful Jin, but he is tired of calling her that, so he decided to change to another name.
Jin Xiaochang said: "The grapes in the manor are ripe. When will you come over?"
"They're ripe." The young man casually bent his legs and swayed them lightly at the table. "I suddenly feel that picking grapes is not fun anymore."
Jin Xiaochang's tone was a little lazy: "There are also cows, horses, butterflies, elks, zebras..."
The young man suddenly had an idea: "Are there any pigs? I want to ride a pig."
"Pigs can't stand you riding them, Qingqing."
"Then can you lie on the ground and let me ride you?" Wen Qing asked again expectantly.
Jin Xiaochang seemed to laugh: "What do you think?"
"It's boring." Wen Qing put the phone away to prevent the dangerous aura from the other end from drilling into his eardrums. "I'm not free this week. Maybe next week."
"You're at the bar when you're not busy?"
"I just wanted to have a drink with an acquaintance." Wen Qing stood up and stretched his arms and legs, and saw Zheng Zhiqin sitting at the bar with a skinny blond boy next to him.
Zheng Zhitan’s taste is fixed: between eighteen and twenty years old, thin, small, and ugly.
The scene before Wen Qing's eyes changed from the bar to a pile of broken bodies and body parts, with bloody intestines and internal organs under his feet. He looked at the blond boy and thought of a skinny, short-haired, deformed girl.
She hid Zheng Zhiqin with great difficulty. She was bitten to pieces. Her face was facing Zheng Zhiqin, with her eye sockets without eyeballs facing him.
And me.
Wen Qing murmured in his heart, and he was already standing beside Zheng Zhitan.
The ugly blond boy did not get the chance to change his fate. He looked back at his savior every few steps, touched a card through his clothes, and walked away disappointed and unwilling.
"I've paid the money, why don't you get a room?" Wen Qing leaned his arm on the bar and ordered another glass of wine.
Zheng Zhiqin bit the necklace on his neck. The small cross was heated and wet by his lips and tongue kiss: "It's not tasty enough."
"Just make do with it." Wen Qing patted Zheng Zhiqin on the shoulder and advised earnestly, "Teacher said that in life, we should make do with it when we need to."
Zheng Zhiqin noticed that the hand on his shoulder suddenly lost its strength. He spit out the necklace and turned his head to the side. He saw Wen Qing staring at a certain direction with a strange look, so he raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.
Girls and men, pulling and tugging.
"That's my sister." Wen Qing introduced Zheng Zhitan with a smile, "My real sister."
The light was dim and the distance was not close, so a normal person couldn't see clearly. However, Zheng Zhiqin could see clearly. The girl's eyebrows and eyes were not very similar to those of a literary youth.
Wen Qing sighed sadly: "I only inherited the shortcomings of my parents."
Zheng Zhitan spun the glass around: "The man drugged her."
The young man raised one corner of his mouth diagonally: "Oh wow."
The tugging over there became worse and the girl's wig and eyelashes fell off. She fell limply into the man's arms, mumbling indistinct Italian and swearing.
The man grabbed her purse and coat, pretending to be her boyfriend, and considerately half-carried her as they walked out of the bar.
A figure blocked their way.
The man immediately put up his attack and defense, but Wen Qing ignored him. He smiled and greeted the girl who seemed to be more sober: "Come to Milan to play."
The girl left the man's arms. She recognized Wen Qing. His ordinary looks and weird temperament did not fit in with the entire Shao family. She usually listened to her eldest brother and her parents and pretended he didn't exist.
This time, due to alcohol, or perhaps because of the betrayal by her friend who drugged her, her emotions got out of control and she hysterically cursed out names that she would normally disdain to say.
"monster!"
"Ugly!"
"nausea!"
Grandpa gave all the Shao family's property to him to manage and operate. Not only could she and her elder brother not get a penny, but they also had to get his approval for any expenditure over eight figures. This made them extremely humiliated and they hated him to the extreme.
The girl had no idea how terrible this night would have been if Wen Qing hadn't come and she would have been taken away now.
The girl cursed in Chinese, the man next to her couldn't understand, and the hipster who could understand had no expression.
Zheng Zhiqin had good eyesight and strong hearing, and he heard the three curses word for word. He was still curious about how Wen Qing was going to act out this scene, when he saw Wen Qing, with a smile on his face, waving his hand at the heartless sister.
The force was enormous.
The girl was slapped to the ground, blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't even get up.
The man was frightened by this. He concluded that Wen Qing was not the girl's family member, so he dragged her away.
But he hadn't taken two steps when he was kicked in the most vulnerable part of his body. He screamed and fell to his knees. The noise attracted other people in the bar, and they all gathered around, including the man's acquaintances and friends.
Wen Qing's fighting ability is average. He can deal with one or two ordinary people, but three or five would be a bit troublesome. He was just about to find a fruit knife to play with when a strong wind blew from behind, not towards him, but towards the white-haired man who was about to punch him.
Zheng Zhitan dealt with the group of people in a few moments, and his trousers didn't even get wrinkled.
The girl on the ground was taking effect of the drug and grabbed Zheng Zhiqin's trouser leg and rubbed it upwards.
Zheng Zhitan glanced at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing didn't help the girl up. He just took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After hanging up, he smiled and said to Zheng Zhiqin, "Please knock her out."
"Why don't you ..."
"I don't want to touch." Wen Qing interrupted Zheng Zhiqin. He kicked away the girl who had already started kissing Zheng Zhiqin's trousers. There was strong disgust and malice in his eyes, as if it was not him who came to rescue him just now.
In order to get his trousers less stained with saliva, Zheng Zhiqin bent over and knocked the girl unconscious, then stood up and put his fingers into her loose hair. The behavior of this literary youth is easy to understand.
The reason for saving her is that I don't want her to be raped or even raped.
It is impossible to take care of someone. He cannot feel the love of family. That is something he does not have, so how can he give it to others? He simply cannot give it.
Human nature is as complex as there are twists and turns in life.
Zheng Zhiqin exchanged contact information with Wen Qing and made an appointment to meet in China. Then he left first. He had not rested since he came out of the mission in the afternoon. He was a little tired and did not plan to look for anyone tonight.
Wen Qing stayed in the bar. More than 20 minutes later, the bodyguard came to pick up Miss Shao.
"Boring." Wen Qing, reeking of alcohol, sent a long voice message to Jin Xiao, "Too boring, what should I do?"
Jin Xiaochang sent a voice message back: "Then come over tomorrow and I'll give you some energy."
"Okay, do what you say, otherwise you're dead." Wen Qing returned to the restaurant, playing with the coin. Xiangdong and the other two were still eating.
Bai Tang and Feng Li are both slow-tempered people, and it is useless for Xiang Dong to be impatient alone. They eat very slowly, chatting as they eat, and have been eating until now.
Fengli said with her bulging belly: "Brother Wen, I've saved your favorite white jade tofu for you."
Wen Qing smiled happily: "How can I be so embarrassed?" He scooped a piece of tofu with a spoon and put it into his mouth, with a smile on his face becoming clearer, "It's delicious."
"Brother Wen, why are there bloodstains on you?" Fengli pointedly pulled at his sweater sleeve, "Where are you injured?"
Xiang Dong on the opposite side suddenly looked gloomy: "Did you fucking fight with someone?"
The young man was naked and said, "Four."
Xiangdong stood up suddenly and said, "Where are they? Take me over and I will kill them."
"Zheng Laogou has been dealt with." Wen Qing raised one arm and waved his hand downwards, "Sit down, sit down. We are civilized people. Don't keep saying things like kill him and wish for world peace."
"Eh? Why aren't you three drinking? What's the point of just eating?"
The drunken man called the waiter and ordered a few bottles of fine red and white wine. He filled the glasses for Xiangdong and the other two, then raised his glass and asked them to clink glasses with him.
"Long live friendship!"
Xiangdong, who drank a lot of wine that night, had a dream. In the dream, there was a slippery fish, a mermaid.
The mermaid has a sweet face.
Xiangdong has been so aroused recently that pimples have appeared on his little brother's body. He was unsatisfied before he saw the mermaid, but he was burning with desire after seeing her.
The mermaid tried to run away, but he grabbed hold of her tail.
Bai Tang looked at Xiangdong who was hugging him, and a blush instantly spread from his cheeks to his neck.
Fengli was diligently adding water and firewood to the kitchen. "Professor Bai? I know the boss very well. I know him inside and out." Fengli felt that this was a boast. He stole a glance at Bai Tang's face and saw that he was not angry, so he said, "The boss likes you."
Bai Tang's thin shoulders trembled slightly.
"My boss is awesome. He won't leave unless you hit him. Every time you hit him, he'll leave. He has to hit him, what a masochist." Pineapple has been seeing all the emotional changes of his boss recently. He thought, it's time for him to help.