This operation is familiar

Chapter 67 Where are you going?

He just walked away with Song Weisheng in his arms, ignoring the opinions of other people in the restaurant.

Tangyuan took a bottle of fruit wine and moved to Shen Huai's side, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with Koe, why did the captain take him away?"

Shen Huai said, "Drunk."

Tangyuan said: "Do you need to hug when you are drunk?"

Shen Huai said, "Then what should we do?"

Tangyuan thought for a while, "Holding or carrying? Why do I think it's strange for the captain to hold Koe like this?"

Shen Huai rubbed the slightly wrinkled eyebrows, thinking that he would have to deal with these problems until the last day of his retirement, and said helplessly: "Holding is also normal, this belongs to the friendship between men."

Just not far away, there was a table that was very drunk, and they were talking with each other.

Shen Huai pointed to the table and said to the glutinous rice balls, "Look, it's normal."

Whether it's normal or not, it's up to Tang Yuan to tell the difference. After all, the person involved has been drunk and is stepping on the cloud in a daze, with nothing in his mind.

Song Weisheng didn't expect half a glass of white wine to turn him into what he is now. He forcefully opened his eyes and saw Jiang Yiyao's face in the hazy night.

This face looked even more beautiful under the moonlight, and Song Weisheng laughed foolishly while looking at it seriously.

Jiang Yiyao lowered his eyes, just in time to see his foolish appearance, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Weisheng was still able to answer the conversation at this time, and said incoherently, "You look good."

Jiang Yiyao didn't care about the drunkard, and said politely: "You're not bad, either."

Realizing that Jiang Yiyao was praising him, Song Weisheng became even happier. After being drunk, his brain became very sluggish, and his usually winding emotional nerves changed from intricate spider webs to a straight line.

Song Weisheng can't think of anything else now, but he remembers that he likes Jiang Yiyao, and Jiang Yiyao also has someone he likes in his heart, and he hasn't been officially with that person yet.

Thinking of that person, Song Weisheng felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart, as if that person was the moon hanging in the sky, obviously out of reach or touch, but with a strong sense of existence.

He was afraid that the moon would suddenly fall from the sky and take Jiang Yiyao away, so he quickly grabbed Jiang Yiyao's neck and said drunkenly: "Captain, don't you like the moon. Do you like me?"

Jiang Yiyao paused, stood a few meters away from the dormitory and asked, "What did you say?"

Song Weisheng said: "I said you like me, I have many advantages."

Jiang Yiyao saw a hint of drunkenness in his bright eyes, knowing that he didn't know what he was talking about, so he also pretended to be stupid, "What's the advantage?"

"Hmm..." Song Weisheng opened his mouth, and then swallowed the words. Alcohol completely swallowed his brain, making him unable to think of his own advantages for a while.

Seeing that he was anxious, Jiang Yiyao could only help him answer with a smile: "You have a very good personality."

"Correct!"

"Also optimistic."

"Correct!"

"You are the best professional player invited by the tower in recent years. You work hard and make progress. In order to catch up with your teammates, you often train alone until late at night."

"That's right!"

"You love to laugh, and you can easily relax the tense atmosphere. But you are very serious during the game, even if you are just a newcomer who has just joined the team, you will not drag the team down. You will secretly encourage me to stand People around me will tell me seriously that I am the best person in the world."

Song Weisheng couldn't find Bei because of his praise, and said with a smile: "Then am I fine?"

"Yes."

"Is it the best?"

"Yes."

"Then can you like me?" Song Weisheng asked directly, not remembering how to write the word tactfully, seeing that Jiang Yiyao didn't answer immediately, he took the initiative to hook his neck, "baji", and kissed him on the lips After a while—? !

The kiss came so suddenly that Jiang Yiyao nearly tripped over the steps of the dormitory door. He hurriedly held Song Weisheng steady, and wanted to ask him what the kiss meant, but Song Weisheng laughed heartlessly, then fell down. In his arms, he fell asleep drowsily.

Early the next morning, Song Weisheng got up on time.

He only remembered drinking half a glass of white wine last night, and he couldn't remember anything after that.

Although his head was still a little heavy, it was not as uncomfortable as the legendary hangover.

He didn't know how he got back to the dormitory, he wanted to ask Jiang Yiyao during breakfast, and sent Jiang Yiyao a text message, but he didn't get a response for a long time.

There is still training today, Song Weisheng can't wait for him for too long, so he can only run to the restaurant for a quick bite to eat, and then hurried back to the training area to start a new day of sparring with his teammates.

Near noon, Song Weisheng finally learned from the glutinous rice balls that Jiang Yiyao sent him back to the dormitory. He wanted to say thank you to Jiang Yiyao, but he didn't see him go downstairs for a long time.

In the past, Jiang Yiyao really didn't hang around downstairs very much, but recently he has been watching everyone's training in person, and it hasn't been so abnormal for a long time.

Song Weisheng asked Tangyuan and the others to go to the restaurant to eat first, and ran upstairs alone and knocked on Jiang Yiyao's door.

Jiang Yiyao's hair was disheveled, and he didn't seem to get up yet. The dark blue silk pajamas hung crumpled on his body, and the buttons on his chest were also buckled up and down in various unexpected places.

Song Weisheng had never seen Jiang Yiyao in such a state of embarrassment, he was shocked and said, "What's wrong with the captain?"

Jiang Yiyao looked at Song Weisheng's refreshed look and was silent for a while, then finally shook his head.

Song Wei said anxiously: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yiyao said: "It's okay, I drank too much last night, just rest for a while and it will be fine."

But Tangyuan clearly said that the captain didn't drink alcohol?

Song Weisheng blinked, "Really?"

Jiang Yiyao said: "Really, you go to eat first. Be careful of being late for training in the afternoon."

Song Weisheng glanced at the time, and it was true that he could no longer chat with Jiang Yiyao, so he asked a few questions again worriedly, and went to the restaurant hesitantly.

Jiang Yiyao waited for Song Weisheng to leave, and closed the door tightly.

He walked to the bed step by step, and fell on the bed in a daze.

Because of his actions, the messy bed stirred up a gust of wind, blowing up a few scattered scraps of paper.

These scraps of paper were obviously torn from the notebook next to them, and they were divided into two piles after being torn, and they were evenly divided in terms of quantity.

Jiang Yiyao lay on the ground for a while, then got up from the bed, took the notebook with only three or two pages left, and tore another sheet on it.

While tearing and chanting words——

"I like Jiang Yiyao."

"Like... sneezed."

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, the training of years ago was completely over.

Since the finals are scheduled for March, the club didn't give the players too long a holiday. There was only one week's statutory holiday, so everyone tried to come back between the eighth day of the eighth day.

Song Weisheng's air ticket has already been booked, and his grandparents also called and said they would go to the airport to pick him up in person.

Everyone gathered in the hall on the first floor with their luggage to receive the New Year's gift personally distributed by Bai Zong. Only Jiang Yiyao stood in the corridor on the second floor and did not come down.

His home is in this city, so he doesn't have to rush back with big bags like others, but when he thinks about his relationship with his parents, Song Weisheng is a little worried.Before leaving, he deliberately came to Jiang Yiyao's side, and asked with concern: "Captain, how are you going to spend the Spring Festival?"

Jiang Yiyao said, "Order a table of sumptuous takeaway."

Although it is literally rich, it sounds somewhat shabby.Song Weisheng knew his current family situation, but he didn't want to mention his parents in front of him, so as not to make him feel uncomfortable at this time.

The club arranged a bus to take everyone to the airport or station. Song Weisheng stood at the gate of the club and said goodbye to Jiang Yiyao, making a secret decision in his heart.

In previous years, Song Weisheng's family spent the Spring Festival in Yancheng. His parents flew back from abroad together and reunited with them with gifts for grandparents.

This year was no exception. The moment Song Weisheng walked out of the airport, he saw Ms. Yu Tao driving a car with her grandparents greeting him at the gate of the airport.

Song Weisheng dragged his luggage and ran to the car, and sat in the back row between his grandparents. The two happily hugged each other warmly. Yu Tao was wearing a pink and white sweater and looked at his son who hadn't seen him for a long time through the rearview mirror. , asked: "How is it, do you feel okay?"

Song Weisheng said: "Very good. Mom, have you watched my game?"

Yu Tao drove the car to the city road not far away, and said with a smile: "Of course I watched it, not only watched it, but your father also recorded the video, and I plan to enjoy it slowly over and over again."

"Hey." Song Weisheng said, "Why didn't Dad come?"

Yu Tao said: "He prepares dinner at home and cooks a lot of dishes that you like."

Grandpa saw that the mother and son were chatting all the time, so he wanted to interject a few words, so he pulled Song Weisheng and asked, "Shengsheng, it's hard to come back once, do you want to stay at home for a while?"

Song Weisheng said: "I won't be able to stay for a few days. After the Chinese New Year, there will be a competition soon, and I have to go back to training as soon as possible."

After hearing this, grandma was a little disappointed, and asked, "Is it always possible for that week?"

Song Weisheng didn't answer right away, he was silent for a while before saying: "The second day of junior high school is leaving."

"Second year of junior high school?!"

"Ah."

"Why so early? The second year of junior high school hasn't finished yet."

Song Weisheng couldn't find a specific reason, so he could only tell his grandparents that the competition was coming soon, and the training time was very tight.The two elders feel sorry for their grandson, complaining that the club is not humane enough, and complaining that these professional players are too hard.

Song Weisheng didn't dare to look up with a guilty conscience, and could only try his best to change the subject, so as to avoid the club from continuing to suffer unjust injustice.

In order to facilitate the life of the elderly, Song Weisheng's parents bought a small three-story house in a townhouse area in Yancheng. There is a small courtyard in the villa, which is full of various flowers and plants, and the flowers wither in winter. , only rows of small fences are left in the middle of the yard in an orderly manner.

Song Weisheng rushed to the room with his luggage, and immediately greeted his father. Song Xiaoyun had already prepared a large table of dishes, and waited for Song Weisheng to wash his hands before calling everyone to the table for dinner.

From evening to late at night, Song Weisheng didn't touch his phone. His grandparents dragged him and talked endlessly, and his parents also cared about whether he was doing well alone in Nanfeng City.

It was finally time to go to bed, and the time had moved to 01:30 in the morning. Song Weisheng wanted to send Jiang Yiyao a text message, but found that Jiang Yiyao had already sent him a "good night" half an hour ago.

The communication between the two seems to have become difficult. Song Weisheng seldom has a mobile phone at home. During the day, he has to chat with his grandparents and watch TV, and at night, he has to accompany his father who has already quit the game circle to remember him. The unattainable dream of almost becoming a professional gamer.

On New Year's Eve, Song Weisheng finally sent Jiang Yiyao a happy new year message when the clock struck midnight. Jiang Yiyao seemed to be in sync with him. The moment he sent the message, he also received New Year's greetings from Jiang Yiyao.

At that moment, Song Weisheng's desire to go back became irresistibly eager. He packed up his suitcase early in the morning, put the suitcase at the door of the room, and waited for the next day to come, but unexpectedly, the second day One day when he dragged his luggage out of the gate, he saw a person at the gate of the yard——

The man was wearing a mid-length black down jacket, and was carrying a black and white sports bag with a small golden pistol buckled on it. Next to the small pistol was a tower logo uniformly sewn with embroidery.

Song Weisheng thought he was wrong, dragged his luggage and ran to the door, and called out "Captain?" in disbelief

Jiang Yiyao was comparing the house number with the address recorded on the phone, when he saw Song Weisheng appearing in front of him with luggage, he asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"