Zhang Ganggang's military training ended around mid-September. On the day he came back, he shouted in the WeChat group: "I, Hu Hansan, is back! Hey everyone!"
Han Dong: "... What a quarrel, shut up for me!"
Zhang Gangbang: "Uncle Han! Let's go out to eat together!"
Han Dong: "What do you want to eat?"
Zhang Gangbang: "It doesn't matter what you eat! Let me meet Rourou!"
Han Dong: "..."
Zhang Ganggang: "Aren't you in the same school, come out and play together, I'll buy it for her!"
"She's not available." Han Dong: "Let's go out, I'll buy it for you."
Zhang Ganggang stopped sending messages after that. Ji Qinyang flipped through the records an hour later and found this, and was about to speak in the group when Zhang Ganggang's phone number came in.
"Ji Yimei is great!!!" Zhang Bangbang's voice roared in the speakerphone with a heart-wrenching voice: "I don't want to play with Uncle Han! He is the queen mother who beats the mandarin ducks!!!"
Guo Linan, who was sitting next to Ji Qinyang, spat out a sip of water.
Ji Qinyang glanced at him with disgust: "dirty or not."
Guo Lin'an: "..."
Ji Qinyang turned off the hands-free and said lightly: "Brother, it's not important to have a woman. He said to go out with you, you should let him buy, buy, buy, anyway, he has money, and he doesn't spend it for nothing."
"..." Zhang Ganggang hummed: "I don't want Uncle Han... I want the soft goddess..."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "What? You don't eat roast duck without Rourou, don't go to Wudaokou, Sanlitun?"
Zhang Ganggang: "… "
Ji Qinyang changed the subject and asked, "We are going to Nanluoguxiang next week, do you want to go?"
"Yes!" Zhang Ganggang said without hesitation.
After finishing the composition instruction in the afternoon, Ji Qinyang went out while texting Xie Meng. Zhai Lin wore a peaked cap, white vest and white shorts, and walked beside him with long hands and feet like a crane.
"Yimiguo." Since Guo Linan heard about Ji Qinyang's nickname in high school, almost the whole school began to call Ji Qinyang Ji Yimei: "Are you going to cut mao this week?"
"Go." Ji Qinyang locked the screen of his mobile phone and looked at Zhai Lin: "Do you want to come together?"
Zhai Lin nodded: "If you want it, I will cut it with you."
"Okay." Ji Qinyang patted him on the shoulder: "I'll be back later tonight, remember to leave a window for me."
"It's a date, I know." Zhai Lin wrinkled his nose and smiled: "Yimiguo, you two are too tight in one day."
Xie Meng asked for pure milk at the coffee shop in the school. He received a call from the tutor recruitment and was making an appointment with his parents.
"One, three and five are all right, from 4 pm to 8 pm?" Xie Meng held the mobile phone between his shoulders, took the packaged bag in his hand and asked the clerk to borrow a paper and pen: "Junior high school mathematics, boys, 150 per hour I'm sorry." The phone slipped from Xie Meng's cheek, he subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and someone helped him hold it.
"I'll help you." Li Ruixin helped him hold the phone and said with a smile: "Write it quickly."
"..." Xie Meng nodded to her and quickly wrote down the address.
"Thank you, senior." The boy hung up the phone and thanked him.
Li Ruixin said cheerfully, "Why are you being so polite?"
Also in the School of Finance, as a sophomore student, Li Ruixin has a lot of tutoring lines in his hands. Xie Meng was introduced to work through her. It was close to Xie Meng.
The girl wore a long chiffon skirt today, with a slender and beautiful waist, and many people in the cafe were looking at it.
"Are you going out this afternoon?" Li Ruixin tilted her head: "Tonight, the student union will organize a welcome, do you want to join us?"
Xie Meng shook his head: "I'm not from the student union, so I won't go."
Li Ruixin pouted: "You can go even if you are not in the student union, so you should improve your relationship."
Xie Meng glanced at her: "I really don't need it. I made an appointment with someone tonight, so I won't go."
Li Ruixin shrugged, but didn't force it: "Okay... By the way, are you going out now?"
"Well." Xie Meng looked down at the time on the phone: "I'm leaving first?"
Li Ruixin hurriedly said: "Together, I happened to go shopping in the clothing city."
Ji Qinyang was wearing headphones, leaning against the entrance of the National People's University, waiting for Xie Meng to come out. The feeling of summer in September is still strong, and the air in Beijing is dry. Ji Qinyang only wears a black T-shirt on his upper body, the shirt is tied around his waist, and his hands are inserted with a pocket.
He raised his eyebrows when he saw Li Ruixin beside Xie Meng.
"Are you Xie Meng's friend?" The girl was no stranger, and greeted her gracefully: "My name is Li Ruixin. Sure enough, handsome guys' friends are all handsome guys."
"Ji Qinyang." Ji Qinyang stretched out his hand: "I graduated from high school with Xie Meng in Yangyin."
"A high school?" Li Ruixin laughed: "Then you must know Xie Meng's girlfriend?"
Ji Qinyang looked at Xie Meng, and the boy coughed awkwardly.
Li Ruixin continued to dismantle his younger brother's platform: "Now the whole hospital almost knows that he has a very good girlfriend. For his girlfriend, Xie Meng also goes to tutor..."
"Senior sister." Xie Meng interrupted her helplessly: "He doesn't know this yet."
"So I asked your friend to tell her." Li Ruixin said as a matter of course: "You are the male god of our hospital, you must make your girlfriend feel a little crisis."
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang smiled inscrutable: "I also think so, our family's Xie Meng wants people to be hurt."
"Yes, yes." Li Ruixin agreed, she suddenly felt that what the other party said was a little strange, but was quickly ignored.
"Apart from tutoring." Ji Qinyang asked again, "What else did Xie Meng do?"
Xie Meng hurriedly replied before Li Ruixin, "No more."
"Did I ask you?" Ji Qinyang warned lazily, "Sister, tell me."
Only then did Li Ruixin realize that the atmosphere was wrong, and she was a little embarrassed: "It seems that there is indeed no more."
Ji Qinyang said "um": "You said that Xie Meng is the male god of the whole hospital?"
Li Ruixin said proudly: "This is not an exaggeration."
Ji Qinyang: "A lot of people are chasing him?"
"That's not true..." Li Ruixin sighed: "The flower of Gaoling is out of reach, but... there must be a lot of people who want to be a spare tire."
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang didn't speak, he stretched out his hand to the back of Xie Meng's neck and squeezed it slightly.
Xie Meng only felt that the hairs on the entire back stood up, Ji Qinyang's palm was hot, and the heat seemed to melt the spine through the skin.
"I want to ask Senior Sister about something." Ji Qinyang smiled at Li Ruixin and said, "Help me look at Xie Meng. Let me know what he is going to do or what is happening around him."
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang looked down at him and added meaningfully, "Lest his girlfriend be jealous."
When Xie Meng was taken to Zhongguancun, Xie Meng hadn't reacted yet, but Ji Qinyang was familiar with finding a restaurant.
"It's here." The boy stood in front of a small wooden door, Xie Meng raised his head and saw the plaque with the words "Little Pear Soup" written on it.
"...How do you know this place?" Xie Meng followed Ji Qinyang in, and he saw that there was a copper pot on every table, and it didn't seem to be filled with white water.
"Dianping.com." Ji Qinyang greeted the waiter to order, he hooked the copper pot and poured a cup for Xie Meng: "Try it."
Xie Meng took a sip suspiciously, a little surprised: "Pear soup?"
Ji Qinyang laughed: "I knew you would like it."
He ordered cheese fish, pear ball puff pastry shrimp, small fried chicken and bone soup with rice, and while waiting for the dishes, he poured Xie Meng a cup of small pear soup.
"Drink more." Ji Qinyang advised: "Beijing is dry, and pear water moistens the throat."
Xie Meng pointed to the cup in front of him: "It's like you don't need your voice."
Ji Qinyang didn't say anything, just held his head and smiled at him.
The two drank pear soup for a while before the dishes came up one after another. The food in Beijing is not sweet and glutinous like Suzhou, but it suits Xie Meng's taste. He ate two bowls of rice and didn't have time to talk to Ji Qinyang. I don't know if there was rice on his mouth, or Ji Qinyang couldn't help reaching out in the end, twisted the rice grains with his fingertips, and ate them into his mouth naturally.
"I eat a lot." Ji Qinyang pinched Xie Meng's face: "Why don't you get fat."
Xie Meng: "You gained 5 pounds, but you lost weight, but you didn't get a tan."
"No?" Ji Qinyang raised his arm and looked at it: "It should be darker."
Xie Meng just smiled and rubbed his hair.
A pot of pear soup was soon finished, Ji Qinyang ordered another pot, and Xie Meng and he drank slowly after the meal, and the topic finally came to tutoring.
"You don't need to rush to work so early." Ji Qinyang crossed his arms and said calmly: "The living expenses are fully enough, and our money is used together. What are you afraid of?"
Xie Meng took a sip of pear soup and explained: "I'm just in case, I checked your school... I have also researched a little bit about music. If you want to buy some equipment and audio equipment in the future, it's not a small amount of money, you can usually save it. It's always good to go down."
Ji Qinyang frowned and did not speak.
Xie Meng glanced at him and continued: "Besides... don't you want to rent it out?"
The boy's expression became complicated and surprised for a moment. Ji Qinyang looked at Xie Meng, touched his forehead, and let out a sigh of relief.
"You..." Ji Qinyang didn't know what to say, he put his arms around Xie Meng's shoulders and held him tightly in his arms.
Xie Meng didn't struggle, he put his arms around Ji Qinyang's waist, lowered his head and rubbed against the other side's neck.
"There will always be money." Ji Qinyang kissed Xie Meng's earlobe and whispered, "We will move out next semester and live together."
On Saturday night's trip to Nanluoguxiang, Zhang Ganggang and Han Dong were added, so the team suddenly grew to 6 people. Guo Linan also decided to come along temporarily. He greeted Xie Meng and the others, and they became acquainted immediately.
The door of mao is made in a style similar to rust, decadent and individual.
"Tonight seems to be a special show for Qian Mo and the others." Guo Linan checked the list of songs: "Their price seems to be the most expensive 300, which is awesome. You can make a lot of money from this show."
Zhai Lin rolled his eyes and muttered, "What are you envious of?"
Zhang Ganggang held his DSLR and patted the rhythm wherever he went. Ji Qinyang and Han Dong said hello: "Hi."
Han Dong nodded expressionlessly: "Hello."
"How are you doing recently?" Ji Qinyang handed him a can of beer and suddenly said, "You still don't plan to ask Rourou to meet him?"
Han Dong glanced at him and said nothing.
Ji Qinyang said lightly: "Zhang Ganggang is not an idiot. No matter how true a lie is, there is a time when you can't deceive. You are a smart person and you should know how to do it. Maybe there is no way out."
Han Dong took a sip of wine and said calmly, "Not everyone is as lucky as you are."
Ji Qinyang narrowed his eyes.
"However." A smile appeared on Han Dong's face: "I accept your blessings."
There are only four people in Qian Mo's band. Qian Mo is the lead singer. The original genres and styles are varied, and there are a lot of jazz, rock and ballads. Guo Linan heard half of it and said with emotion: "No wonder this kid is popular, and his strength is good."
Xie Meng looked at Ji Qinyang, and the other party just looked down at him: "What's the matter?"
Xie Meng: "Is he very powerful?"
"It's not bad." Ji Qinyang whispered in his ear: "But there is still a gap between your husband and me."
Xie Meng shook his head in disbelief, Ji Qinyang put an arm on his shoulder, and the outsiders looked like a pair of brothers.
As usual, the last encore was supposed to be a curtain call. Qian Mo signaled everyone to be quiet. He hugged a guitar and sat on the high stool, and adjusted the height of the microphone.
"I wrote a song recently." He leaned closer to the microphone, his voice low: "I want to give it to myself and a friend I just met."
Qian Mo's eyes swept down the stage, Ji Qinyang was talking to Xie Meng with his head down, but he didn't see it.
When the prelude sounded, Qian Mo closed his eyes.
"What's wrong with me, why do you say I made a mistake, you're not me, and you're not me." Qian Mo has a natural smokey voice, and when he sings a slow song, he is very emotional: "Love is love, who is love? Who, what's the difference."
The guitar sounded slowly and melodiously, and Qian Mo's lips were almost pressed against the microphone: "I love the same person as me, the same body, the same soul, we just love, can't we?"
Guo Linan lowered his voice and said tangled: "This word is a bit ambiguous... Isn't it?"
"Shh!" Zhai Lin made a gesture, motioning Guo Linan to shut up, but Zhang Bangbang on the side listened very intently, and Han Dong turned his face to look at him.
"People in the world use the so-called wrong way to summarize. Salvation is an excuse for scars. What is right or wrong? Ai Mingming has no right or wrong." Gently sing: "I just want, I want rainy days, I can hold an umbrella with you, I just want, I want sunshine, I can take a walk with you."
Someone was whistling below, and even a girl cried out Qian Mo's name with tears in her eyes.
The people on the stage plucked the last string of melody and sang softly almost as if in white: "I just thought, I want to hold hands, and I can walk a long, long way with you."