Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Speaking ill and being caught on the spot in a large-scale social death scene, the solution is usually to take the initiative to apologize, explain and coax people.

    However, Song Yan has been bad-tempered for so many years, and his ability to self-reflect is not very good. In this case, the first thing he thought of was the positioning of Xia Zhiyefa's circle of friends last night. hotel.

    So why is Xia Zhiye in the hotel? Did he come to see his good sister again?

    Thinking of this, Song Yan raised her eyelids, her expression and tone were full of cold questions: "Why are you here?"

    Xia Zhiye, who wanted an explanation, raised his eyebrows slightly.

    It seems really arrogant.

    Xia Zhiye squinted slightly and looked at Song Yan, as if intimidating.

    Song Yan still raised her eyelids with a confident face.

    Xia Zhiye threatened for three seconds, but to no avail, then chuckled, "Forget it."

    Song Yan remained indifferent: "What's the matter?"

    Xia Zhiye said lazily: "It's nothing, it's just that something fell on the front desk yesterday, so I'll pick it up today."

    "Where's your sister?"

    "He was picked up by her boyfriend."

    “…”

    The one who dares to hook up is a married woman.

    Song Yan doesn't intend to apologize at all.

    Sea King, scumbag, very annoying, seven words, clear, clear, all facts.

    Shen Jiayan, who was on the side, felt a little embarrassed. He stuck behind the two and poked his fingers: "Well, this, that, that is..."

    I wanted to apologize but didn't know where to start, and seeing Song Yan's posture didn't seem to intend to apologize to the other party, he felt a little overwhelmed for a while.

     Fortunately, Xia Zhiye finally saw him: "Who is this?"

    "Oh, hello, my name is Shen Jiayan, Xiaoyan's childhood sweetheart." Shen Jiayan took two steps forward and took Song Yan's arm.

    Song Yan, who has no stinky face at all, is cute.

    Xia Zhiye looked down at the arm that was holding Song Yan for three seconds, and came to the conclusion that her **** was tilted to the Pacific Ocean.

    “Childhood?”

    He asked a question.

    Shen Jiayan pondered for a while: "Or... a bamboo horse? Anyway, it's like wearing a pair of pants and sleeping on a bed since I was a child."

    It turns out that this student Song Daxi, who always refuses people thousands of miles away, slept in the same bed with other men.

    And it looks like she's going to sleep in a bed tonight.

    No one likes them, and some people know how to act like a baby when they are really drunk.

    Xia Zhiye glanced at the luggage in Song Yan's hand and asked, "Aren't you going back at night?"

    Song Yan replied indifferently: "Yes."

    Because Song Yanxi's words are like gold, Shen Jiayan quickly explained: "I'm not familiar with Nanwu, so I want Xiaoyan to show me around."

    Xia Zhiye nodded to show his understanding, and then retorted: "But in fact he is not familiar."

    Shen Jiayan: "?"

    "He is at school every day and has no time to go out. If you need me, I can be your guide."

    Xia Zhiye has a nice voice and a very attractive laugh. After breaking through them and speaking badly, not only did he not get angry, but he also offered to help. He was simply kind-hearted.

    Shen Jiayan's favorability rose slowly, just about to say "Okay, okay", she was killed by Song Yan's indifferent eyes, so when the words came to her lips, she said carefully: "Little Tired, what do you think?"

    Xiaoyan doesn't want to think.

    He walked to the front desk without looking back with the suitcase.

    Shen Jiayan felt that if Song Yan didn't like Xia Zhiye, he couldn't force it, so he had to give up.

    I was about to trot to keep up, but when I passed Xia Zhiye, I heard three words floating above my head: "Little milkberry?"

    Shen Jiayan stood on the spot as if struck by lightning.

    Three seconds later, she raised her head stiffly with a look of horror: "How do you know? Are you listening to Xiaoyan?"

    “…”

    Rao is Xia Zhiye's own brain circuit is special enough, and he can't keep up with Shen Jiayan's thinking span.

    I originally wanted to make up some nonsense, but judging from the intelligence quotient shown by this young student, he might believe whatever he made up, so he couldn’t bear it, just calmly reminded: “Last night Except for my friend who is black, there are only small milk berries."

    Shen Jiayan: "…"

    He remembered what a lot of **** he just said.

    "But don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you." Xia Zhiye smiled very kindly.

    Shen Jiayan was skeptical: "Really?"

    "Of course it's true. I believe in the character of Song Yan's friends, and I believe in and respect each person's own unique hobbies or hardships, so if you don't want to say it, I will do it for you Keep it secret, don't worry." Xia Zhiye's voice was low and gentle, and his expression was serious and sincere.

    In Shen Jiayan's ears, she felt that the words were heartfelt and very touching, and a wave of enthusiasm rushed to the corner of her heart on the spot, and she choked: "You are so nice."

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "Yes, I also think that I am a nice person. It's a pity... ah."

    Shen Jiayan felt tight in her heart: "What a pity?"

    "Unfortunately, Song Yan misunderstood me and doesn't like me. He always thinks that I have a lot of girlfriends and is a scumbag, but I have never been in a relationship. I don't know where he heard it. I wanted to find a chance to explain it to him, but he didn't want to talk to me at all."

    Xia Zhiye's tone was full of shallow helplessness and sadness.

    Shen Jiayan felt guilty, sympathetic and sad for a while.

    After all, he seemed to know where Song Yan's misunderstanding of Xia Zhiye came from.

    Thinking, Shen Jiayan looked up at Xia Zhiye.

    He is indeed tall, but he is tall and thin, handsome and clean, good-natured, gentle and considerate, and willing to keep secrets for him, how could such a person be a scumbag male?

    I must have misunderstood him before.

    The bell must be tied to the bell, and the pot must be carried by yourself.

    Shen Jiayan immediately patted her chest: "Don't worry, this matter is covered by me! If Xiaoyan doesn't like you, I won't leave!"

    Xia Zhiye smiled like an old fox about to steal a chicken: "Then it's hard work, classmate Xiao Shen."

    ·

    Shen Jiayan was already ready to stalk him, but as soon as he asked Xia Zhiye to be with them at night, Song Yan replied coldly, "As you wish."

    When did Song Yan speak so well?

    Shen Jiayan vaguely felt that something was wrong, but her intelligence did not support finding out what was wrong, so she gave up thinking and packed her things happily and went out.

    Rare nights without rain, the night market built along the river, the river breeze slowly, the lights are brilliant, and the air is full of the smell of hot pot base.

    Shen Jiayan felt strange everywhere.

    I was walking, and when I turned around, I saw Xia Zhiye smiling and saying something to Song Yan, but Song Yan just slapped him with a cold face. The paw on the upper shoulder slammed down.

    Fighting hard.

    Very proficient.

    It seems that Xiaoyan really doesn't like his roommate very much.

    But Shen Jiayan felt that this was not good. After all, it was rare to meet someone in a foreign country who could endure Song's disgust.

    And this handsome man named Xia Zhiye is not only not as ferocious as the legend, but he is very talkative, loyal, and also very annoying. I feel like a very reliable person.

    So in order to prevent Song Yan from living alone in Nanwu for two years, and also to make up for the mistakes he had made, Shen Jiayan felt that it was urgent to help Song Yan ease the relationship between him and Xia Zhiye .

    Thinking about it, Shen Jiayan greeted: "Xiaoyan, there are people who sell wishing bracelets here, let's buy one each and make a picture."

    The so-called wishing bracelet is an ordinary bead bracelet, and then choose a bead and let the craftsman engrave small characters on the inside that are difficult to see without a magnifying glass, which is a wish.

    The shop is next to a Bodhisattva Cave by the riverside. It is said that the beads are all blooming. When various Internet celebrities come to play here, I recommend it, and this store has become an Internet celebrity shop.

    Song Yan has no interest.

    Shen Jiayan dragged him and acted coquettishly: "Oh, Xiaoyan, everyone is here, just buy one for each person, okay?"

    Shen Jiayan is a real person with a lot of money and a lot of money.

    When this happened before, Song Yan was usually too lazy to take care of it.

    But this time Xia Zhiye is here.

    A bunch of a few hundred dollars is easy for Song Yan and Shen Jiayan, but it may be a big burden for Xia Zhiye.

    If he or Shen Jiayan pays money to treat guests, Xia Zhiye's character will definitely not accept it. If Xia Zhiye doesn't buy it alone, Shen Jiayan's fool will ask more, which will inevitably be embarrassing.

    So Song Yan said coldly, "Not interested."

    Ready to go.

    Xia Zhiye leaned on Song Yan's shoulder and said lazily to Shen Jiayan: "The light green ones next to you are more suitable for you."

    "Really?" Shen Jiayan happily tried the green bracelet, "Really."

    Seeing the appearance of the three of them, the shopkeeper who sold the bracelets quickly judged the situation and smiled at Shen Jiayan: "The little classmates are cute and look good in light green, while the two male classmates wear Our obsidian looks good, and we only have the last two bunches left, so we do events, buy one get one free."

    Sellers who can receive so much IQ tax in such a place have some insight.

    The light green one is fresh and playful, suitable for Shen Jiayan.

    This obsidian does not have any extra decoration, except that one of the strings is strung with a dark blue moonstone, and the other string is light pink, which is a little softer in the cold feeling. Simple and neat, in good condition.

    The main thing is buy one get one free.

    In this way, buying a bunch by myself and giving the bunch to Xia Zhiye can not only fulfill Shen Jiayan's wish and save him any more pressure, but also naturally don't need Xia Zhiye to give money, which can solve a lot of problems Awkward.

    So Song Yan asked directly, "How much."

    The shopkeeper replied: "688."

    Song Yan opened Alipay, scanned the code, took the bracelet from the store, and shoved the pink moonstone into Xia Zhiye's hand with an indifferent face.

    Xia Zhiye raised her eyebrows slightly as an inquiry.

    Song Yan drooped her eyelids and put the string on her wrist bone: "If you don't buy one, that fool will be able to talk about it until tomorrow."

    Xia Zhiye thinks buying bracelets is not a problem.

    But why are there so many styles in the store, you just choose this one without choosing?

    In terms of Young Master Song's pickiness, he wouldn't be so perfunctory, let alone be greedy for such a buy-one-get-one-free bargain.

    Did you say…

    Does Song Yan want to bring the same bracelet as herself?

    When this thought came to her mind, Xia Zhiye smiled silently, put on her own string, and then grabbed Song Yan's wrist bone loosely, her arms intertwined in the moonlight: " It's good, it's pretty."

    The boy's arms are slender, his wrist bones are stern, and the black stone exudes a cold and hard luster, which makes his complexion even colder and whiter. Even the two moonstones, one blue and one pink, are soft and just right.

    I have to say, it is really eye-catching.

    It's just that Shen Jiayan looked at the two big men, and then looked back at the label "Couple Bracelet, Hundred Years of Love" written on the original position of the bracelet on the counter, For a while, I didn't know there was a sentence that should be said inappropriately - what he wanted to recommend was actually the brother model he just saw.

    After a brief hesitation, I finally decided not to talk about it.

    After all, his purpose is to ease the relationship between the two, and now they are so happy, what kind of a hundred-year-old relationship is not a relationship?

    What's the difference between a couple bracelet and a brother bracelet?

    No.

    So rejoice.

    Shen Jiayan felt very proud to think that she had done a little to ease the relationship between Song Yan and Xia Zhiye.

    ·

    After buying the bracelet, Xia Zhiye and Song Yan had nothing to wish for, so the three of them decided to go to dinner first.

    Xia Zhiye took them to an open-air hot pot restaurant.

    The hot pot restaurant is open by the river, the table is placed in the yard, the decoration is antique, the fake lanterns are lit around, and the night sky is thousands of miles up. .

    Shen Jiayan is very satisfied.

    The three chose a seat by the river to sit down.

    Xia Zhiye ticked off the dishes on the menu that Song Yan loved to eat, and handed them to them: "What do you want to eat, I'll treat you."

    Song Yan took the menu without looking up: "AA."

    Song Yan: "…"

    Never mind.

    And in front of Shen Jiayan, he couldn't directly say that he was worried about Xia Zhiye's lack of money, so he had to invite him first, and then find a way to make it up later.

    Song Yan thought about it, stopped talking, and lowered her head to order food.

    Shen Jiayan, who was beside him, leaned over his head, saw a plate of 298 deep-sea shrimp and wanted to order it, but Song Yan grabbed the ballpoint pen and directly marked it on the back of his hand.

    Shen Jiayan covered her hands and sucked in a breath of cold air, almost aggrieved: "Xiaoyan, why are you hitting me!"

    Song Yan's face did not change: "I am allergic to seafood."

    Shen Jiayan: "?"

    He has known Song Yan for more than ten years, how come he never knew that Song Yan was allergic to seafood? And didn't Song Yan only eat their three hairy crabs yesterday, and didn't see anything wrong? Why did you suddenly have allergies?

    With this stunned effort, Song Yan has quickly ordered a few vegetarian dishes and relatively cheap meat dishes, and then handed the menu back to the waiter.

    The waiter scanned the menu: "Do you need any more drinks?"

    Shen Jiayan finally recovered: "Oh, here's a cup..."

    Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Song Yan: "No, plain water will do."

    Shen Jiayan: "?"

    Song Yan remained calm and calm: "Shen Jiayan and I neither drink carbonated drinks, nor do we like sweets."

    Hearing what he said, Xia Zhiye didn't think too much: "Okay, let's do this first, if it's not enough, add more."

    The waiter turned and left.

    Shen Jiayan, who has always loved the happy water of the fat house: "?"

    What happened?

    When Song Yan went to a restaurant to eat, he didn't order the most expensive items on the menu from top to bottom? Don't order drinks and only drink boiled water in the kettle? Is this still Song Yan? Is the world about to collapse?

    He looked at Song Yan seriously: "Yan'er, is your family going bankrupt?"

    Song Yan looked at him calmly: "Are you going to use your brain to wash your brain?"

    “…”

    Okay, Song Yan is still the same Song Yan.

    So what went wrong?

    Shen Jiayan, who was born with a smooth brain, couldn't figure it out after thinking about it.

    Song Yan looked at his distressed expression, and knew that he had encountered a problem of the century that exceeded his brain load, but he was not interested in preaching and karma to solve puzzles, just stood up: "I'll go bathroom."

    Shen Jiayan forgets things quickly. Hearing what he said, he also stands up and says, "Then I'll go get some small ingredients."

    Then Shen Jiayan asked the way twice before finally reaching the place.

    "The design of your courtyard is too complicated, like a labyrinth, but it's really nice." Shen Jiayan chatted with the waiter next to him while choosing the small ingredients.

    The waiter replied with a smile: "It's not really interesting to watch it during the day. The main thing is that when it gets dark at night, when the lights are turned on, it looks particularly beautiful when reflected in the water."

    "That's true." Shen Jiayan nodded, looking at the dazzling array of small food tables for a long time and couldn't start, then asked, "Then do you have any small food recommendations here?"

    "Oh, yes." The waiter handed him a small plate, "This pickled cabbage pepper sauce is made by our shop..."

    "Ah!!"

    Shen Jiayan was timid, and grabbed the waiter's arm directly, her voice soaring like a dolphin.

    The waiter, who was not frightened by the power outage, was very frightened by his grab: "Ow—it hurts, little classmate, take it easy."

    Shen Jiayan not only did not lightly tap, but also tightened her grip, and asked in a trembling voice, "Has it? Is it haunted?"

    "It's okay, it should be a power outage. Recently, the circuit here is aging and the load is heavy. Basically, it will come once a week, and it will be fine in a few minutes." calm.

    Shen Jiayan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, it scared me to death."

    The waiter reassured: "You are lucky, if you encounter a power failure in the toilet, you will be unlucky."

    Shen Jiayan made up his mind: "That's true, ghost stories usually happen in the toilet..."

    etc.

    Toilet? !

    Fuck! Song Yan seems to be still in the toilet!

    Thinking of this, Shen Jiayan was no longer afraid, and her voice stopped shaking. She grabbed the waiter and asked, "Where is the toilet?"

    The waiter pointed in the direction: "Keep right and go straight and go around the rockery. But it's actually a bit far, if you don't wait for the call..."

    "Can't wait!"

    Shen Jiayan hurriedly threw a sentence, turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, and ran to the bathroom with the sauerkraut dish in her hand.

    Song Yan had a psychological shadow when she was a child. She couldn't stay in a dark confined space by herself.

    The more Shen Jiayan thought about it, the more anxious she became, for fear that something would happen to Song Yan.

    The imagined scene where Song Yan was curled up alone in the corner, shivering and desperately needed a warm and firm hug from him, did not appear.

    Because Song Yan has been hugged by another person.

    Song Yan, who has always resisted intimate contact, especially when claustrophobia attacks, is squatting in Xia Zhiye's arms.

     Her forehead rested on Xia Zhiye's shoulder, her hands tightly grasped the clothes around Xia Zhiye's waist, and she hunched over, her abruptly thin shoulder blades undulating violently due to the big mouthfuls of breathing.

    Xia Zhiye wrapped his arms around his waist and patted his back lightly with the other.

    The bracelets of the same style in their hands reflected a flowing luster under the light of Shen Jiayan's mobile phone, shining brightly, but no one looked back at him.

    There seems to be an invisible barrier that only belongs to the two of them is shrouding them, others can't see, touch, let alone enter it.

    The scene is a little too harmonious.

    So much so that Shen Jiayan stood at the door, holding a mobile phone in one hand to light them up, and holding a small dish with nowhere to put it in the other, and suddenly felt like a pickled fish.

    The author has something to say:  Xiao Shen: I, Shen Jiayan, are sour, sour and redundant.

    Xiao Xia: I, Xia Zhiye, my wife bought me a couple bracelet, he must love me

    Xiao Song: I, Song Yan, was born with a fool and a poor person, so tired