sinovels Chapter 73 Chapter 4 × 12
Chapter 73 Chapter 4 × 12
Twenty degrees at night.
Most of the warmth from the sun has dissipated, and the coolness spreads from the soles of the feet on the fine sand soaked in seawater to the whole body. The sea breeze with the salty smell of fish hits the face in bursts, which is not enjoyable no matter how you think about it.Song Wenyu's interest in going out to play has already faded away, but he is the organizer who proposed to go out to play, so he can't go back to the hotel to rest with the cheek.
Fortunately, everyone else is working hard to liven up the atmosphere, the young hormones collide with each other, and the ambiguous words temporarily dilute some of the coolness of the evening wind, so there will be no cold spots.
Song Wenyu didn't participate in their communication, so he walked slowly not far away, and suddenly thought of something, raised his head and glanced at the crowd, and finally saw Sun Songshu and Jane on the side closer to the sea source figure.
From a distance, the boy's figure was small, his arms and legs were thin, and he seemed to be easily blown away by the wind.Song Wenyu felt his Adam's apple move, and involuntarily quickened his pace, and then slowly slowed down when he was only a few steps away.
what.
He's really obsessed.
Jian Yuan seemed to be bending over to pick up something, and happily said something to Sun Songshu after picking it up.He spoke in a low voice, Song Wenyu didn't hear what he said, only heard Sun Songshu said with a smile, "It doesn't look like it".
...For some reason, Song Wenyu suddenly felt angry.
According to X Jiang's novels, what the two people in front are talking about now should be:
Jian Yuan: "You see, this white shell is so cute, does it look like me?"
Sun Songshu: "It doesn't look like it. You are cuter."
Thinking of this, President Song felt even angrier.
Why should he organize people to come here? He still has to watch other people talk about love, so he wants to blow the cold wind here.The more Song Wenyu thought about it, the more angry he became, he simply quickened his pace and walked to Sun Songshu's side, pretending to be nonchalant and asking, "What are you talking about?"
Jian Yuan felt that Song Wenyu's tone was a bit strange, and he didn't answer the question directly, and said, "Do you think I look like a student of photography?"
"Photography?" Song Wenyu was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Jian Yuan was talking about.
"I just said that I studied photography design, but he said that I don't look like it." Jian Yuan bent down again to wash off the sand on the shell, gently rubbed the patterned side with his fingers, and looked up at Song Wenyu Say, "Don't you think there's something artistic about me?"
... the breath of art?
Do you mean ripped jeans or white hair highlights that look like a salon?President Song held back for a long time before holding back the words "I feel more like an eighteenth-line male model" that he almost said.After thinking for a while, Song Wenyu found a suitable sentence to answer Jian Yuan: "Then what is your occupation now?"
"Freelancer." Jian Yuan said.
"That's jobless people." Sun Songshu added.
"It's only temporary. I'm waiting for the magazine's notice, and I should be able to work officially soon." After Jian Yuan wiped off the water drops on the shells with his sleeve, he looked at the two people next to him with bright eyes, and asked, "Does it look good? "
The types of shells they belong to are actually very mediocre. Although this kind of white and light yellow pattern is beautiful, it is also very common.Normally speaking, Song Wenyu would have quickly laughed at the cheapness and mediocrity of this kind of thing, but now he hesitated for a while looking at the boy's black eyes like glass beads, and boasted against his will: "It's very pretty." of."
Sun Songshu didn't speak, just glanced at Jian Yuan and hurriedly looked away, only giving a perfunctory grace.
Jian Yuan had never seen what the sea looked like before graduation.
His family is inland, and he is not particularly rich, so when he was a child, he was probably the kind of bumpkin who had never seen the world, and he rarely even watched TV.This mediocre life did not change until he found a travel magazine at the door of his house. The photographers specially invited by the magazine were of a high level, and every photo made people feel immersive.
Since then, there have always been little things on his front steps, such as his favorite blueberry cake, such as a bag of shells.Jian Yuan didn't know who the sender was, so he went home early and squatted a few times, but every time the sender ran very fast, and once again he clearly chased the corner, but the other party disappeared in the blink of an eye. end of the alley.
Therefore, Jian Yuan decided to specialize in art design when he was in high school.
He felt that the person who had been supporting him silently behind his back should hope that he would embark on this path and stop living that kind of life like a salted fish, so he decided to go to a bigger place and take photos that were better than those in the magazine. division of higher-level photos.
When returning to the hotel to take a shower, Jian Yuan couldn't help but took out the shells he picked up and looked at them again. He remembered that he brought the bag of shells to school before, and it became the center of attention of his classmates for the first time.This kind of thing looks beautiful, but it is actually very cheap, because it is either picked up and thrown in a corner, or buried in the sand by the waves, and decomposed and worn away by the passage of time.
But those were the most precious gifts he received when he was in elementary school. Later, he made them into wind chimes and hung them by the window to tell him that besides his mother, there are people who really care about him.
When Jian Yuan changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom, Sun Songshu was playing blackjack with Song Wenyu.
Jian Yuan was silent for a while, and said, "I never thought you would be more boring than me."
"The phone is out of battery, and it's charging." Sun Songshu raised his head and pouted at the plug in the corner, indicating that the two of them will be bored to play puzzle games when their phones are charging. "Would you like to try it? Whoever wins will agree One condition."
"You guys play, I'm going to take a shower." President Song got up from the bed in a depressed mood, and went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.
"What's wrong with him?" Jian Yuan asked, "You won't let him in the whole game, will you?"
"I won involuntarily. In fact, I originally planned to let him." Brother Sun pushed the glasses on his face and smiled very sanctimoniously. "You try it. I can give you a ten-second buffer time."
"You remind me of a friend like this."
Jian Yuan once played rock-paper-scissors with Zou Yan for [-] rounds in order to sleep, and finally had to succumb to the evil forces and squeezed into a bed with Zou Yan.He always felt that this kind of thing couldn't be explained by pure luck... No matter what, he couldn't be so unlucky that he didn't win any of the [-] rounds, could he?
After [-] rounds with Sun Songshu, Jian Yuan finally understood that it was not a matter of luck.
It is the crushing of IQ.
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[Lu: I heard that you are coming here the day after tomorrow, can we have a meal together? ]
[Zou: Good. ]
[Lu: Where is it now? ]
[Zou: By the sea. ]
[Lu: By the sea? ]
[Zou: I am preparing papers and work materials.I feel more relaxed at the beach. ]
Zou Yan took off his anti-radiation glasses, closed his notebook and moved it aside, rubbed his temples and fell onto the bed.
He is looking for Jian Yuan's location. Although there are sources of information to locate him, it is still very difficult to find the real person's location.Zou Yan lay down for a while, then continued to sit up and planned to finish the thesis required by the university, when he suddenly saw a travel introduction magazine next to his bed, and couldn't help but take it over and flip through it casually.
The first gift he gave Jian Yuan was a travel magazine.
Zou Yan didn't know why he would choose this kind of gift to give to a friend who was still in elementary school. At that time, he probably just wanted to express his desire to be friends with Jian Yuan and hang out together in the future... Knowing that sending shells is a hundred times better than sending travel magazines, and his meaning was too euphemistic, Jian Yuan didn't understand it at all.
After putting the magazine back in its original place, Zou Yan turned on the computer again, logged on to Weibo, and casually glanced at the reports of Little Heavenly King and Xia Qingming coming out of the closet.
Suspicion is a common method used by the media.Helping delete a few marketing account comments that misled netizens, Zou Yan unpacked a pack of chocolate beans and stuffed them into his mouth, then shifted his focus to Shen Mu and director Xi Ye.These two people are developing into a parasitic and host relationship normally as he imagined, this direction is just right, and it didn't cause too many sexes.
Jian Yuan should be with the president of Song's company now.
This shouldn't be anything to worry about.Zou Yan reopened the conversation page between himself and Lu Xin and took a look. 40.00% of his observations about Song Wenyu came from personal data on the Internet, and the remaining 60.00% came from the other party's personal secretary, Lu Xin.
After all, no matter how much data is found, it is difficult to judge its authenticity because it is separated by a layer of network. Zou Yan can completely model President Song in his mind only when he gets it from other people's mouths.
Just after checking the materials for the thesis, Zou Yan suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
At this point, there should be no disturbance from the hotel staff.Zou Yan put on the paper slippers, thought for a while before climbing out of bed to open the door.
Outside the door was a small young man with white hair, wearing a faded baseball cap, which just covered half of his face above the nose.
"Excuse me, do you need any special service?" The young man unnaturally pushed down the brim of his hat and asked in a low voice.
...special service?
Thinking that Zou Yan didn't hear clearly, the young man repeated with a shy face: "Do you need special services?"
In the middle of Zou Yan's refusal, he suddenly felt that the other party's voice was very familiar. Before the young man could react, he reached out and took off the hat that the other party used to cover his face.
Zou Yan:? ? ?
Could it be that if he didn't pay attention to Jian Yuan's private life for a month, would Jian Yuan be reduced to doing special services?
Zou Yanmei's young man's face showed a tangled expression. He watched Jian Yuan's face turn from red to white, and wanted to say something, but felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he simply pulled him into the room first, and locked the door. Then he asked, "How many times have you done this kind of thing?"
"It's the first time." Jian Yuan lowered his head, feeling like a primary school student who climbed over the wall to go to an Internet cafe and was caught by the teacher in charge.
"Why do you do such a thing?" Zou Yan was silent for a while, then asked, "Are you short of money recently?"
"I'm not... This is a punishment for playing games, you don't have to take it too seriously." Jian Yuan said, trying to adjust the topic to a normal chat direction, "What a coincidence, your room is next to mine."
"Well, it's a coincidence."
Every meeting is such an awkward occasion.
Zou Yan didn't expect to meet Jian Yuan in advance, all the speeches he had planned for the meeting were disrupted, and after a few forced chats, both of them fell into a very embarrassing situation.
He actually wanted to ask Jian Yuan if the special service he said was serious, how much is it for one night...
After knowing that it was a game punishment, I felt a little disappointed.
"How are you doing now?" Zou Yan suppressed the fluctuating emotions in his heart, and his blue eyes were like water that had been hit by stones, rippling round and round.
"It's pretty good." Jian Yuan said, "The people I meet are all good people."
"that's fine."
It would be nice to be alive.
In fact, Zou Yan still has a lot to ask.
But he already knew the answers to many questions.For example, has Jian Yuan thought about him, such as what kind of life Jian Yuan is living now.
All the burden of longing is borne by him alone, there is only one thing for Jian Yuan to do - to live.
Zou Yan crossed his fingers unconsciously, and asked Jian Yuan, "Can I give you a kiss?"
Our distance is fine.
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After Song Wenyu came out of the bathroom, he found that only Brother Sun was building a pyramid with playing cards on the bed.
Song Wenyu: "Where's Jian Yuan?"
Sun Songshu: "Just now when the game was punished, he asked the neighbor next door if he needed any special services."
Song Wenyu: "Huh? How long have you been there?"
Sun Songshu: "It seems, um, half an hour... eh?"
The author has something to say: Mid-Autumn Festival welfare.
I could break [-], I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the Mid-Autumn Festival_(:з(I just don't want to code!
It's almost the end of the chapter hehehe, but I think you might send me blades.
Hmm... anyone else send me blades?