"The boss told me that there is a dialect here, which is called 'don't eat sour for three days, and walk to salvage jumps', so the old irons are coming to Guizhou, sour soup fish must be ordered!"
"What? How come there is a location? I just followed me when I saw it... Hey, thank you for answering this 'you can buy takeout', yes, my old money has already broken through Beijing and headed for the whole of China. …”
"Let's get down to business, I asked for two kinds of fish today. The one on my left is a carp, and the one on my right is a catfish..."
There was a large round table of ten people, Qian Ge alone occupied the southern hemisphere, Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Kuang Jinxin and Chi Yingxue, all guarded in the northern hemisphere.
So far, everyone has become accustomed to entering the "live broadcast mode" automatically as soon as they eat.
Xu Wang and Wu Sheng discussed the next level on their own, completely uninterrupted; Kuang Jinxin watched Qian Ai's live broadcast while eating, like a loyal audience.
Kuang Jinxin used to eat in the school cafeteria, and always liked to sit under the TV. He felt that if there was no TV, he would look at his mobile phone. But since breaking through the barrier, when it's time for dinner, it's enough to watch Qian Ai. Qian Ai is more lively than TV dramas alone. Every time I watch Qian Ai feasting and interacting with the old irons, Kuang Jinxin feels very happy, and occasionally sneaks into the live broadcast room to be an anonymous little fan.
Chi Yingxue doesn't care about the "background music" of the meal, as long as he doesn't want to pay attention, everything around him is equivalent to non-existence, and it can't interfere with him at all.
But today, for the first time, he became curious.
Because Kuang Jinxin is watching Qian Ai. Whenever Qian Ai told the old irons a joke, he would also be happy with it, and it was very beautiful. From Chi Yingxue's point of view, only his profile can be seen, but he still thinks it looks good.
So Chi Yingxue was very curious and wanted to see what this "live broadcast" was, and even began to seriously consider getting "Chi Yingxue eats Shenzhou", if this would make Kuang Jinxin smile at him every day.
Chi Yingxue always thought about it and did it.
In the blink of an eye, he got up and got close to Lao Qian, and looked at the phone seriously.
For the fans of "Old Money Eats China", it is a strange man who fell from the sky and entered the painting in a second.
Then, the live room went crazy.
[Ah, ah, what kind of immortal appearance is this!]
[Three minutes, I want all the information on this man! !]
[Brother Qian, if it weren't for your comparison, I would have thought that the perfect filter was on! ! !]
[…]
That night, Qian Ai knew for the first time that he still had so many female fans who had been diving for thousands of years.
That night, Chi Yingxue inexplicably became a substitute anchor, and he didn't need to speak, just eat fish, so he ate in silence for half an hour, and brought "Old Money Eats Shenzhou" the largest traffic and rewards so far. .
Back at the hotel, Chi Yingxue was still stunned. He didn't remember the taste of the fish in sour soup, and he didn't remember whether Xiao Sijin looked at him, smiled or not, only remembered the dazzling gifts, and The frantically swiping messages made me feel more and more that live broadcasting is really an unfathomable field.
Chi Zhuolin's call came at this time.
"Where to go next?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Mr. Chi went straight to the topic.
Chi Yingxue quickly recalled from his memory the information his team had bought from Mr. Fan: "Jiangxi."
12/23, in Jiangxi.
Chi Zhuolin has adapted to this style of jumping tourism: "When do you leave?"
Chi Yingxue: "I haven't decided yet."
Chi Zhuolin: "Okay, send me the specific address after you have made an appointment, and I will arrange the hotel and pick-up."
Chi Yingxue: "Oh."
It is the good character of classmate Chi to never push the things that make him comfortable.
Usually, the phone call here should be over. Chi Zhuolin, as always, waited for his brother to hang up the phone first, but after waiting for a long time, he was still there.
Chi Zhuolin raised his eyebrows sharply: "Huh?"
"Chi Zhuolin..." Sure enough, there was a faint voice over there.
Mr. Chi, who had already taken a bath and went to bed, sat up unconsciously, and then heard the phone ask, "Am I lonely?"
"..." President Tangtang Chi was stopped when asked.
If Chi Yingxue asked "Are you lonely", he could barely examine his own heart, but what his brother asked was "Am I lonely?" This question is too high-end.
"Are you, what happened?" President Chi couldn't answer such a mysterious question, but he instantly grasped the essence through the appearance.
Chi Yingxue lay on the bed, raised one arm on her forehead, and blocked the dazzling light above the ceiling: "I want to talk to someone about friends, he doesn't want to talk to me."
President Chi's hand trembled, and the phone fell onto the bed. Fortunately, the bed was soft enough that it didn't make any noise.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone again, as if nothing had happened, and asked calmly, "Why don't you want to talk to you?"
"He said I didn't like him, but was lonely." There was a hint of grievance in the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Then are you?" Chi Zhuolin couldn't sit still, asked, getting out of bed and pacing back and forth in the bedroom instead.
Chi Yingxue paused for a moment and confessed, "I don't know."
Pacing made President Chi recover a little bit of calm, and the agile thinking in the past business battles gradually returned to the cage: "Okay, then let me ask another question, why do you want to talk to him?"
Chi Yingxue: "After talking about friends, he can always be by my side."
Chi Zhuolin: "Why do you want him to be by your side all the time?"
Chi Yingxue: "Comfortable."
Chi Zhuolin: "Are you comfortable or is he comfortable?"
Chi Yingxue: "…"
Chi Zhuolin: "If you make him feel comfortable, people are yours."
Chi Yingxue was silent for a long time and asked, "What should I do?"
Chi Zhuolin was stunned, because of the obvious weak tone, Chi Yingxue has never been like this since his father died.
Feeling distressed, but no matter how distressed, Chi Zhuolin still didn't let go: "It's up to you to think about it yourself."
As an older brother, he can give his younger brother all the best things, but he also hopes that his younger brother will become a man who will fight for whatever he wants.
Chi Yingxue has been trapped in childhood for too long, it's time to grow up.
At the end of the call, Chi Zhuolin asked, "What's his name?"
"Little Sijin." Chi Yingxue's tone seemed to cheer up because of these three words.
Chi Zhuolin's mind immediately flashed across the young man who had met several times, didn't talk much, but had a warm smile... He was stunned for a while. I don't know if I should be worried that my brother's orientation has gone astray, or I should be thankful that he didn't like any strange people.
When Chi Yingxue hung up the phone, Chi Zhuolin was still in chaos, and the last thought that popped up turned out to be—from childhood to adulthood, whenever I met something I liked, I liked to give each other random names. Chi Yingxue may not be able to change it.
…
When Chi Yingxue was thinking hard about "how to make Xiao Sijin comfortable", Captain Xu and Military Sergeant Wu were taking stock of the rest of the team's stationery, separated by a wall.
"Let's go to the Endless Sea for a few more days." Wu Sheng looked at the stationery list on the paper and made a suggestion.
There are not many stationery left, and they are about to face 12/23. They would rather wait a few more days than go back.
Xu Wang also had the same idea: "Communicate with them later, if they agree, we will leave tomorrow."
There were still more than two hours before midnight. After taking a brief wash, Xu Wang went to bed to catch up on sleep, but after lying down, he felt that something was wrong, and when he turned his head, he found Wu Sheng in the next bed, looking at him with his arms propped up, with a deep thought on his face.
Xu Wang was horrified, and quickly asked, "What are you thinking?"
Wu Sheng said, "I was wondering if I caught up with you?"
Xu Wang was stunned: "Huh?"
Wu Sheng asked seriously: "I said I want to chase you, so am I catching up? Are we dating now?"
Xu Wang: "..."
I've kissed eight hundred times, now I'm asking him if he's in a relationship? !
"I think it should be forgotten. You felt it when I kissed you." Wu Sheng looked at his face, raised the corners of his mouth, and said aftertaste, "You will hug me and respond to me..."
"Let's talk! Let's talk!" Xu Wang made a direct decision, lest the bastard say anything that would make people want to go underground!
"Really?" Wu Sheng was so happy that he almost flew a magpie to dance on his eyebrows.
Xu Wang was curious and funny, but also a little happy and sweet: "It's true."
Wu Sheng immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and squeezed onto Xu Wang's single bed at the same speed as using the acceleration armor.
Xu Wang only felt a gust of wind, and then he let someone hug him tightly, and when he moved, the man hugged him even tighter, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
"I don't do anything, I just want to hold you to sleep for a while." Wu Sheng said next to his ear, and gently brushed his earlobe between his lips.
Xu Wang shuddered for a while.
Although Wu Sheng is not a sloppy character, it is rare to be so aggressive and active. Xu Wang always thinks what inspired him, or who was stimulated by him, but the atmosphere is too good, he does not want to ask.
After quietly hugging each other for a while, Wu Sheng felt that his breathing became thicker, but he was about to enter the owl later, and he was afraid of scaring Xu Wang, so he didn't plan to take any further action for the time being.
He regretted overestimating his willpower, but the bed was already crowded up and people hugged him, so there was no reason to give up his position, so he tried to divert his attention, raised his hand and touched Xu Wang's head: " If you can't sleep, talk to me."
He knew that Xu Wang hadn't slept.
Xu Wang rested his head lightly on his chest and murmured, "What? Tell me about how bad and annoying you were in high school..."
Wu Sheng smiled: "Then you still like me, your eyesight is too bad."
Xu Wang pouted: "I sacrificed myself, lest you harm others again..."
Wu Sheng: "What do you like about me?"
Xu Wang: "..."
Wu Sheng: "Huh?"
Xu Wang gritted his teeth: "This classmate, you seem to be chasing me..."
Wu Sheng shut up and stopped challenging the captain's authority. After a while, he slowly said, "What do you think about that choice?"
As soon as Xu Wang heard it, he knew what he was asking.
Since buying information from Mr. Fan, no one has talked about it again. It seems that they all agree that "you can leave early", but it seems that everyone can't help but think more.
Facing Wu Sheng, Xu Wang didn't want to hide: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Wu Sheng knew that, he would hesitate, which proves that he had considered: "Do you want to close the access to the first thirteen levels?"
Xu Wang gave a soft "um": "I hope no one will be sucked in again, but I don't know what the price of this choice is..."
What if they were to stay with the owl forever? What about other, more tragic costs
I don't know, that's why I'm afraid and hesitant.
"Then don't think about it, wait until 13/23 to figure out everything, and then it's not too late to think about it." Wu Sheng neatly helped him make a decision.
After a pause, he added another sentence, slowly and solemnly: "No matter what you choose, I will accompany you."
…
A week later, the five friends who had saved up some stationery left the endless sea and arrived on 12/23.
According to Mr. Fan's information, they will enter a small town that is celebrating Halloween. In a "trick or treat" festive atmosphere, they will capture five ghosts with different backgrounds, shapes and skills, and finally send them to Go to the town church and concentrate on the exorcism ceremony.
The type of ghosts is often updated. Mr. Fan met the "plasma model" back then. In the past two years, he has communicated with people who came to buy intelligence. There are also "ghost models", "monster models", "werewolf models", and "blood models". , "Urban Legend", "High-tech" and so on, it is really varied and endless.