Zhen Xiaoqi fell out of love, and took two bottles of beer to pat the door of Qiong Dafang's house: "Dafang-dafang-wuwuwu-"
After a long time of shooting, the door was opened. Qiong Dafang was holding a pile of grass with a murderous look on his face: "What are you crying? What about mourning?"
Zhen Xiaoqi couldn't hear what he said at all, pushed him away, went in and sat on the sofa, opened a can of beer he brought, and poured it into his mouth: "Why is it always me who gets hurt? Woohoo, why do people get hurt? Don't you cherish a sincerity?"
Qiong Dafang pulled her hair irritably, moved to the sofa on the other side of Zhen Xiaoqi and sat down: "What's wrong with you?"
"Wuwuwu, I was dumped, I was hurt!" Zhen Xiaoqi took a sip of wine and covered his chest in pain.
"Just that Han Bo?" Qiong generously reached out and opened another can of beer, "Didn't you just go out with him for the first time yesterday? What kind of love is it?"
He took a sip of beer as he spoke, and spit it out the next second with a "poof": "Damn it, it's so bad!"
He looked at the beer can carefully, looked at it for a long time, and patted it heavily on the table: "Blue Bird? I said why it's like drinking urine, Zhen Xiaoqi, where did you buy the fake and shoddy products?"
Zhen Xiaoqi whimpered and took Qiong Dafang's beer can: "What kind of fake, this one is cheaper than a can of Tsingtao beer by one or two cents. Don't spill it, I finally made up my mind to buy it and borrow wine to drown my sorrows. ."
Qiong glared at Zhen Xiaoqi generously, and hated that iron is not steel: "Look at you, it's just like this, that's how you scare men away. Last time you liked someone, you chased someone, and you sent a bad meal to you. Give them food, and they will be hospitalized for three days. And last time, whoever, just the one you took people on a picnic, let people walk from the city to the suburbs, just to save a taxi money …”
Zhen Xiaoqi wiped her tears and defended herself: "I didn't mean it. I put the lunch boxes in the refrigerator, how would I know the refrigerator would break. I didn't know the bus route was changed when I went on a picnic... woo woo woo, I'm too wronged..."
He cried and cried, hiccupped, stopped to catch his breath, and asked Qiong Dafang, "Are you still drinking this wine?"
"Don't drink! It's hard to drink to death!"
"Then don't waste it, I'll drink it." Zhen Xiaoqi drank the other can of beer with tears in his eyes.
Qiong looked helplessly at Zhen Xiaoqi, a good friend who had been with him for many years, and asked him, "Are you feeling better? Are you still sad?"
"Hiccup - much better, although it's still sad to think that Han Bo said last night that there would be no next time."
Qiong Dafang was very curious, and he asked Zhen Xiaoqi, "Where did you go on a date yesterday?"
"I invited him to the movies."
"That's not very good. Is that Wanda near your house?"
"No, it's an open-air movie in my grandma's village."
Qiong Dafang looked at Zhen Xiaoqi and gave him a blank look: "I think you deserve it!"
In order to comfort Zhen Xiaoqi for not knowing how many times he failed, Qiong generously expressed that he could invite Zhen Xiaoqi to eat hot pot.
Zhen Xiaoqi was really happy, but he asked Qiong Dafang to wait, he had to go home first.
Qiong Dafang didn't know what the hell he was doing, and he didn't bother to care, so he went to the Chongqing hot pot restaurant they often went to wait for him.
When Qiong Dafang finished ordering all the dishes and the chili oil in the red oil hot pot was tumbling up and down, Zhen Xiaoqi finally came, and carried his huge and tattered schoolbag.
"Zhen Xiaoqi, what are you doing?" Qiong Dafang had a bad instinct and asked him through gritted teeth.
Zhen Xiaoqi put down his backpack, opened it joyfully, and took out things like cola, white wine, green vegetables wrapped in a fresh-keeping bag, a few chicken wings, and frozen dumplings.
Qiong Dafang hurriedly covered his face with his hands, and roared at Zhen Xiaoqi in a low voice, "Don't be ashamed! Whoever comes to eat hot pot will bring their own dishes!"
Zhen Xiaoqi smiled: "It's okay, I asked the boss before, it's ok. The green vegetables and chicken wings are leftovers from last night. You also know that my refrigerator is broken and I can't hold the vegetables, so I have to eat them quickly."
Qiong generously picked up a bag of frozen dumplings: "The refrigerator is broken, where did this come from?"
Zhen Xiaoqi looked at the bag of dumplings and laughed from the bottom of his heart: "My mother made it for me, and I froze it in my neighbor's refrigerator."
He was delighted: "This month's electricity bill is 50 yuan less."
He poured wine into Qiong Dafang's glass: "This wine doesn't cost any money. I left it for you when our company held the investment promotion meeting."
Qiong looked at him suspiciously: "You didn't pour the unfinished wine on the table and bring it back, did you?"
"How can it be, this has never been opened before." Zhen Xiaoqi handed the wine glass to Qiong Dafang, "I made drunk shrimp with the opened wine, didn't I give it to you last week? I didn't waste it at all. , the unfinished white wine, yellow wine, and red wine on the table were all soaked in."
"Okay, okay." Thinking of the box of drunken shrimp that tasted weird, Qiong Dafang took a sip of wine with a hopeless expression.
After dinner, Qiong generously called the boss to come and pay the bill.
A total of 347 yuan, Qiong generously took out his pocket, and was embarrassed to find that there was only one ten yuan note left. He then remembered that he went out for a drink with his colleagues last night. Everyone's bills have been bought, and now my pockets are cleaner than my face.
Zhen Xiaoqi's eyes were sparkling, and he watched him pay the bill expectantly.
Qiong Dafang was very embarrassed: "That—Xiaoqi—"
Seeing his hesitant look, Zhen Xiaoqi covered his pocket in horror: "No! Don't even think about it!"
Qiong gritted her teeth generously: "Who am I doing this for? Isn't it to comfort you? Take out the money and I'll give it back to you later!"
Zhen Xiaoqi shook his head angrily: "No, it was agreed that you asked for it!"
"It's not that I won't pay you back!"
"You said that before, what happened later?"
"Fuck, Zhen Xiaoqi, didn't I just eat a piece of your bacon when I was in college? Did you keep turning over old accounts for so many years? And didn't I buy you a new schoolbag later?"
Zhen Xiaoqi pulled the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulders, and retorted unconvincedly: "If you agree to return the bacon, what's the matter with you sending a schoolbag? Talking is nothing!"
Qiong was very angry, went around and pressed Zhen Xiaoqi, groped him around, found his wallet and paid the bill.
Then quickly carry him away.
"Woooooo, 347, my heart hurts so much!" Zhen Xiaoqi followed Qiong Dafang and cried, "I'm more sad than a broken love now! Dafang, you must give it back to me!"
"Got it, got it!" Qiong Dafang was so annoyed that he had a headache, and he didn't know how many money he had left this month, so hurry back and rummage through the boxes, otherwise this annoying spirit won't let him go.
Qiong Dafang shuddered at the thought of Zhen Xiaoqi's grinding energy, and ran out of the door. He is tall and has long legs, and he quickly left Zhen Xiaoqi behind.
But soon, Zhen Xiaoqi caught up.
"Ding Ling Dang Clang-Ding Ling Dang Clang-"
He was pedaling a bicycle, his head was hot with sweat, his face was flushed, and he was panting.
Qiong generously looked at this broken car that was ringing everywhere except the bell, and dragged the back seat of his bicycle, pulling him down: "Where's your little electric donkey?"
Zhen Xiaoqi put his hands on his hips and breathed for a while before he said, "All the sockets in the parking shed in our community have been changed to coin-operated ones, so I went to the flea market to buy a bicycle. This is cheap. Yes, it's only twenty dollars."
"Alright, let's do it!" Qiong Dafang had nothing to say, he strode forward with his long legs and stepped onto the bicycle. He turned his head towards Zhen Xiaoqi: "Come up, I'll take you."
Zhen Xiaoqi sat on the back seat unceremoniously and hugged Qiong Dafang's waist: "I'm seated."
Qiong shouted generously: "Let's go!" He kicked his left foot heavily on the ground, but the bicycle didn't go forward a few meters, and he almost fell down.
"Holy shit! What kind of broken car is this?" He clung to the handlebars, pressing each foot hard and hard. He suspected that the wheels of this car were all grinding wheels.
By the time Qiong generously sent Zhen Xiaoqi home, her feet were shaking from exhaustion.
However, Zhen Xiaoqi took it out in his pocket and took out his last ten dollars: "Pay back as much as you have."
Qiong Dafang was about to scold him with his eyes wide open, when Zhen Xiaoqi took out two more coins from his pocket: "I'll take the bus for you."
Qiong Dafang's house is not far away, and Zhen Xiaoqi usually walks when he goes there.
So Qiong Dafang could only madly scold Zhen Xiaoqi in his heart.