Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    The two of them only had a thick coat, and it was a deep frost at night, so they finally decided to pack the barbecue beer and bring it back to the wine lane.

     The desk, put the takeout away, and made do with it.

    However, after the takeaway was opened, it was discovered that the boss did not seem to give chopsticks.

    Xia Zhiye stood up: "I'll go to the kitchen to get it."

    He promised to accompany Xia Zhiye to drink wine to drown his sorrows. In addition to helping Xia Zhiye relax, he also wanted to help himself relax, but when he took a sip, the unreasonable unhappiness in his heart was still blocked. Panicked, he raised his head and sighed again.

    When Xia Zhiye came out with chopsticks, he found that someone had already suffocated two cans of beer.

    Xia Zhiye has seen Song Yan's alcohol intake.

    Three cans become dull, effective immediately.

    Otherwise he would be reluctant to use the shameless method of telling the truth after drinking.

    But I didn't expect to go to the kitchen to get chopsticks. When I came back, Song stared at the empty can on the small desk with disgust.

    There are still three cans today.

    Probably not.

    Xia Zhiye sat cross-legged opposite Song Yan and asked tentatively, "What are you looking at?"

    "The angel."

    "?"

    Song Yan raised her head with an indifferent expression: "Why do you say she doesn't like you?"

    The tone and expression are very normal, if it wasn't because the "Tianxian" pointed at her hand was an empty can, it would be hard to tell that this was a little drunk.

    However, it is not difficult to see the dissatisfaction with the person "Tianxian" from the heart.

    After realizing who the "celestial" Song Yan condemned, Xia Zhiye held back a smile and asked, "Then why do you like me?"

    "Because you were kind to her."

    "How do you know I'm nice to him?"

    Song Yan tilted her head: "You are so poor, and you are still trying to buy her the best confession gift, what is it that is not good?"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    It seems to make sense, but it is not the case at all.

    Xia Zhiye couldn't hold back: "Can I ask you why you think I'm poor?"

    "You want to be a duck."

    “…?”

    Xia Zhiye recalled the scene of the first meeting, and found that there seemed to be such a dialogue.

    But at that time, he was simply satisfied with the evaluation of his appearance by the red-haired chicken. How could he fast-forward to Song Yan's place and he wanted to go to the sea and be a duck?

    I haven't figured this out yet, Song Yan threw a heavy thunder with a serious face: "You are still selling blood secretly."

    "??" Xia Zhiye couldn't help but ask, "Me? Selling blood?"

    "Yeah." Song Yan nodded earnestly, as if a little aggrieved, "You sell blood secretly, I don't want to ask you, so I can only buy pork liver for you to eat, but I'm good I hate pork liver."

    So you picked the pig liver to me?

    Xia Zhiye thought of the handsome pig liver that moved him that day, and felt a little bad.

    Song Yan wasn't finished: "And you also looked for a rich woman. The rich woman told you to go to the hotel, smashed the money in your face, you were thrown on the bed, and kept calling your sister, saying that you were underage."

    “???”

    Where the **** is this?

      You even robbed me of the head, I counted it, and you robbed me of seven heads in that round!"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    At that time, he didn't know that the little rich woman was Song Yan.

    "And I ran out of money, I even asked you to buy shoes, but you sent it to the lost and found office, and you didn't wear them at all. I'm so angry, I'm so angry. I only have a few It's a hundred dollars, I don't even dare to dry-clean my clothes, and I can't afford the new skin that comes out. I suddenly wanted to eat foie gras that day, but I didn't have any money. I gave it to you, you only know how to give gifts to others, I hate you to death."

    Song Yan said, her eyes turned red.

      I'll help you wash your clothes, buy you skins, and treat you to foie gras, okay?"

    "Don't."

    Song Yan refused very decisively.

    Xia Zhiye whispered: "Why not?"

    "Because you are so poor."

    “…”

      What should I do?" Song Yan asked, aggrieved and angry.

    Xia Zhiye was dumbfounded by this series of questions beyond his normal cognition. After a long silence, he slowly said, "What if I'm actually not poor?"

    "Impossible, you are so poor."

    Xia Zhiye organized the language again: "If I am really not poor, all of this is actually because you think too much.

    “…”

    Song Yan pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and her brain began to work frantically.

    If Xia Zhiye is not poor, then he thinks too much.

    Then he will pretend to be a little rich woman in vain.

    Then he's not ashamed.

    No.

    He's cool.

    He can't lose face.

    After thinking for three minutes, Song Yan came to this conclusion logically and clearly, then turned her head to look at Xia Zhiye, and spit out five words very seriously: "Then assassinate you."

    “…”

    Because of Song Yan's very honest attributes after drinking, at that moment Xia Zhiye seemed to see the tragic ending of her frankness and neither her boyfriend nor her life after being honest.

    So after a brief silence, he picked up the beer with one hand and rubbed Song Yan's head with the other: "Come on, darling, let's drink some more."

    To forget this night full of cruel truth.

    Song Yan was not fooled, she just squinted at him: "So you are really poor."

    Xia Zhiye did not hesitate: "Poor. There is a seventy-year-old grandmother at the top, a three-year-old sister at the bottom, no parents, no car, no house, and nothing but a skin."

    Hearing this answer, Song Yan seemed to be even more aggrieved: "So why don't you study hard? If you study hard, you can take the top score in the college entrance examination, and if you get the top score in the college entrance examination, you will get 200,000 scholarships. If you have a scholarship, you will have money, and if you have money, you can go to Beijing with me. As a result, you have to fall in love, and people don’t like you.”

    Song Yan pushed away Xia Zhiye's hand rubbing his head, lay on the table, held chopsticks, and poked the garlic eggplant in front of him, as if a little angry.

    Xia Zhiye changed positions, lying face to face with him: "Then why should I go to Beijing with you, he doesn't like me, do you like me?"

    Song Yan opened her mouth, then closed it tightly, lowered her head and continued poking at the garlic and eggplant, as if she wanted to say something but didn't intend to.

    It seems that the quantity is not enough.

    Xia Zhiye pushed the beer in his hand: "Song Yan, do you want to drink a little more to moisten your throat?"

    Song Yan is very decisive: "No."

    "Why?"

    Song Yan is very particular: "You didn't put a straw in me."

    “…”

    Come on, all men drink with straws.

    Xia Zhiye could only steal one from the milk carton of the little mahjong, and inserted it through the opening of the can: "Is this all right?"

    Song Yan didn't say a word, just lay on the table, holding a soda can, sipping a straw, and sip a bottle of spirits with an alcohol content of up to 5% like a child sucking milk. Then his eyes became dull at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

    Xia Zhiye took advantage of the fire and robbed: "So our classmate Song Yan can now tell me if he likes me or not?"

    Song Yan didn't answer directly, just muttered: "They like you anyway."

    "They all like me?" Xia Zhiye did some reading comprehension, "So you mean I'm very likeable?"

    Song Yan pursed her lips and did not answer, it was a default.

    Xia Zhiye was interested, turned on the phone, clicked on the recording, put it at hand, and then lay back on the table, looking at Song Yan with a smile: "Then tell me why I recruited people like it?"

    Song Yan also looked at him: "That's it now."

    "Just now?"

    "Well, it's like this, every time you bend your eyes, I will suddenly become stupid." Song Yan rested her chin on her arm and looked at Xia Zhiye face to face, her eyes blinking. blink.

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    It turns out that his smile also has this special function.

    I didn't find it before.

    I was so cute with Song Yan that I tried hard to overcome it, and then I overcame the urge to hug Song Yan, put my fist against the tip of my nose, coughed twice, and pretended to be serious: "Then do I have anything else to like?"

    Song Yan thought for a while: "He looks handsome."

    Yes.

    "Very kind."

    It makes sense.

    "Be nice to me."

    I have a good conscience.

    "And..."

    Song Yan lowered her eyelashes.

    Xia Zhiye whispered: "And what?"

    "And you're pink." As if afraid that Xia Zhiye wouldn't understand, Song Yan twitched her eyelashes and emphasized, "It used to be black and white, only you are pink. of."

    The thoughtless sentence was like a drunken gibberish, but Xia Zhiye understood it.

    No one hurt him before, only myself hurt him.

    Actually, Xia Zhiye doesn’t like pink that much either, he just thinks that Song Yan’s life is too cool. The same bright colors can make you feel better.

    It was just a whim at first, but she didn't expect it to become her own representative color in Song Yan's heart.

    So in the past ten years when Song Yan was not very lively and warm, he may indeed be a little different, and it is not that he is blindly affectionate.

    Xia Zhiye stretched out his hand, wiped the end of Song Yan's eyes lightly with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Then let pink bring other colors to the house to play together, okay?"

    "Good."

    "Is it okay to keep pink with you from now on?"

    "Good."

    "Then let's go to Beijing together?"

    "Good."

    "Then I will chase you from now on, okay?"

    The wind outside the window seemed to stop suddenly.