Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Song Yan was already irritated by these complicated and trivial skirt sleeves. Hearing the movement, he looked up and saw someone pulling up the curtain, peeping blatantly, and asked with a blank face: "Want to die?"

    Xia Zhiye said: "I'll take a look."

    Song Yan: "Look at the fart."

    It's quite irritable.

    Then Xia Zhiye was kicked out.

    The pain is very real. It seems that she has not accidentally inhaled any hallucinogens, and Song Yan has not been possessed by any fairy.

    After all, goblins are generally not so bad-tempered.

    And this real pain made Xia Zhiye feel that he was straight again.

    It should be straight back.

    Just now it was just the dopamine secretion caused by the surge of adrenaline after seeing the strange scene normally.

    Xia Zhiye stood at the door of the fitting room, fanning the wind with his collar, doing a rational scientific analysis.

    Is the owner of this store too stingy?

    The curtain draws behind her.

    Song Yan felt inexplicable: "What kind of expression do you have."

    "It's nothing." Xia Zhiye fanned his collar again, "Why did you change your clothes back."

    "Too troublesome to wear."

    "But you look good in women's clothes."

    “…”

    "Hiss - lightly, it hurts."

    When Kong Xiaoxiao heard the news, she didn't want to worry about why their dignified schoolmaster was beaten again, she just asked Song Yan, "Is the clothes suitable?"

    Song Yan looses Xia Zhiye: "It's too complicated."

     It's worth it, whatever you want, the clothes are just outside the body, and it doesn't matter at all."

    The ultimate example of beating a horse.

    But Song Yan was not at all happy with this compliment, and slapped the paw that Xia Zhiye was trying to hook up with his backhand.

    Xia Zhiye clicked, it would be nice if someone's temper was as soft as his ears.

    ·

    Three or four in the afternoon, it was sultry to death.

    Kong Xiaoxiao sighed: "It's the beginning of autumn, when will it cool down."

    Zhao Ruiwen pushed his glasses: "I figured it out, it will start raining next week, and then continue to cool down."

    "By that time, Dad, I'll be too hot." Kong Xiaoxiao had been hanging out with a group of these big men, and they would come when they opened their mouths. "Hey, there's a dessert shop there, let's go drink some ice."

    As long as Xiaopang eats, he agrees, and Zhao Ruiwen agrees as long as Kong Xiaoxiao says.

    Xia Zhiye glanced at a classmate who was wearing a mask and said nothing, and found that the skin outside his neckline had been sunburned red.

    But even if the bus arrives at this point, you will have to continue to be exposed to the sun when you sit on it. It is better to take a rest first.

    So he hooked Song Yan's neck: "Go, please have dessert."

    Xia Zhiye said it was a real invitation, and the checkout attitude was very skilled, and the others laughed and didn't take it seriously.

    Song Yan originally wanted to pay the bill, but she felt that the act of rushing to pay the bill was particularly stupid as a middle-aged person, so she didn't say anything.

    I'm just wondering what the heck is this person doing all day and night? Do you think it's delicious to call your sister a few more times?

    Xia Zhiye didn't know what the eldest young master was thinking, so he put the ice lemonade in front of him: "Are you sure you want this?"

    Five dollars for a big glass, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like this young master's taste.

    Song Yan showed no expression: "I don't like sweet."

    Go ahead.

    Xia Zhiye made another note on the memo.

    Several people found a large table in the corner of the dessert shop and sat down.

    Zhao Ruiwen took out a stack of printed A4 paper: "The script has been changed. Why don't you check the newly added lines now to see if there are any more to be changed. So next week Liu The more I come back, the more formal rehearsals can begin, and the full rehearsal will be done next week to prepare for the show.”

    There are no other customers in the store besides them, and the two clerks are also sleepy.

     Although Song Yan is not very interested in this matter. But it belongs to the temperament who is unwilling to do anything: "Okay."

    The whole drama is generally a comedy, the dialogue is easy and funny, and there are many stalks, which are basically correct.

    The rest is a few serious scenes in comedy.

    Zhao Ruiwen turned a page: "Come here, here comes my favorite phrase."

    Xia Zhiye glanced at it: "You use so many lines in Huangmei opera, and people won't sue you for infringement?"

    "What you said, the next door is still copying the thunderstorm script. This is called public copyright. Do you understand. And I also marked the source very professionally, which shows that our class is very artistic." Zhao Ruiwen Righteous.

    Xia Zhiye: "Okay."

    Drinking water and moistening her throat, she read slowly: "Yingtai is not a daughter, why are there ring marks on her ears"

    "There is a reason for the earring marks, why should Brother Liang be suspicious, there are many temple fairs in the village, and I will play Guanyin every year..."

    "Brother Yan, that's not right." Zhao Ruiwen interrupted Song Yan's AI-style reading, "You should be nervous, anxious, a little shy, but also strong and calm, to cover up the girl. Huaichun's…”

    Song Yan looked at him calmly.

    He shrank back and stretched out his hand: "You continue."

    Xia Zhiye laughed softly: "Do it again?"

    Song Yan also felt that what she did just now was meaningless to the lines, so she pulled her neckline and fanned twice: "Well."

    He is thinner than most boys of this age, and the neckline of the T-shirt is a bit large. From Xia Zhiye's point of view, he can see the thin and cold shoulders and collarbone at a glance. Suddenly, I thought of the picture I saw in the fitting room before.

    Song Yan didn't wait for a long time for him to respond after reading his lines, and only came back to his senses when he tapped the table twice.

    Then just happened to see Song Yan's small ear hole on his right ear at a glance, and he said in a ghostly way: "I will not dare to watch Guanyin from now on."

    Song Yan didn't notice the difference: "Why don't you dare to watch Guanyin"

    Xia Zhiye stopped speaking again.

    Song Yan impatiently knocked on the table twice: "What are you thinking?"

    "It's nothing." Xia Zhiye came back to his senses and leaned back on the back of his chair, so that he could take a better look at Song Yan's whole person, "I was just wondering if you would really be a woman disguised as a man. ."

    "?"

    "Otherwise why don't you ever change clothes in front of me?"

    “…”

    Next, I entered the familiar part of Song Yan beating people and Xia Zhiye coaxing people.

    But beating is not really beating, fists go out hard and fall softly, like a kitten tickling.

    The coaxing is really coaxing, the person who coaxes is squinting, all the good-tempered smiles that the other party is cute.

    Kong Xiaoxiao turned to look at Zhao Ruiwen expressionlessly: "Is this scene familiar?"

    Zhao Ruiwen nodded knowingly: "I'm like this every time I make fun of our cats."

    Sure.

    Kong Xiaoxiao lowered her head numbly and sent a message to Xia Zhiye: [Master Xia, it doesn’t matter if you don’t disguise yourself as a man, gender is not a problem]

    ·

    When Xia Zhiye saw this news, he was already taking a bath and going to bed at night.

    I double-tap next to the words "gender is not a problem" with my fingertips, and then I understand what Kong Xiaoxiao is talking about.

    It's okay to say it, it's like returning to the moment when the curtain of the fitting room was lifted up in the afternoon.

      In the picture, the strange feeling in the afternoon reappeared.

    But you shouldn't be bent.

    After sixteen or seventeen years, there has never been a strange awakening of consciousness.

      Hygiene class.

    So you should be upright.

    Xia Zhiye has this confidence, but the feeling in the afternoon is a bit beyond his knowledge blind spot.

     Lying on the bed, one hand resting on the back of his head, and the other nodding on the message Kong Xiaoxiao sent, thinking about the life that he was about to reach a fork in the road.

    Thinking, thinking, thinking about something.

    Swipe down with your finger and start rummaging through the chat records of the previous days.

    Without two strokes, I saw the reference to the "Biological Changes and Possibilities of Human Reproduction in the Future".

    Hesitated for three seconds, then clicked in.

    Ten minutes later, I logged out.

    He still can't understand why the legendary king who hates men's **** to the extreme, abstinence, aloofness, and taciturn, will become the descendant of Yan Huang who can play anything the moment he sees his wife take off his clothes.

    I can't understand why the school grass and the school bully fought because of something that seemed to smell similar to perfume, the school grass was bitten by the school bully on the neck again, and then the school grass became a male creature It was a medical miraculous pregnancy.

    This world is not his domain.

    So he should be very straight, Song Yan is just his good brother.

    Xia Zhiye got the answer, tossed the phone, turned off the light, and went to sleep with confidence.

    I think about it every day and dream at night.

    When Xia Zhiye was half asleep, he seemed to hear someone calling him a prince.

     Turning back, the wind brought up the white gauze curtain, and the moonlight leaked down. There was someone dressed in red, standing in front of the window. The skirt was half loose and slowly faded from the shoulders.

    Xia Zhiye remembered that this was the scene of the bridal candle in the first chapter of "The Overbearing Prince's Wife", and rationally told him that the next episode was not suitable for him as a minor for the time being, but in his dream Out of control, no matter how hard you try, you can't look away.

    So I could only watch the man slowly turn sideways, his face shrouded in the hazy moonlight, and he couldn't see it clearly, only the small ear hole on the earlobe was eye-catching and dazzling like a cinnabar mole.

    When Xia Zhiye woke up again, the hot sweat had completely soaked through the pajamas, and he felt uncomfortable.

    He spread his legs apart, sat up with his knees bent, resting his elbows on his knees, lowered his head and scratched his head irritably.

    Fuck.

    How could he be so sorry brother in his dream.