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 Zaijiu Lane.

It rained again at night, and no one could sit in the yard. The sofa in the living room was full of various things. Song Yan simply sat cross-legged on the carpet in the bedroom, pulled over a small desk on the bed, and put away the takeaway. Use it up.

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."

Song Yan let out an "um", and opened the can, the bubbles burst out, and it was about to drip onto the table, so she could only put it to her mouth and take a sip.

He promised to accompany Xia Zhiye to use wine to relieve his sorrows. In addition to helping Xia Zhiye relax, he also wanted to help himself relax. However, when he took a sip, the unpleasant feeling in his heart for no reason was still blocked, so he raised his head and became bored again. One bite.

When Xia Zhiye came out with his chopsticks, he found that someone had already finished two cans of beer in one gulp.

Xia Zhiye had 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 he didn't expect to go to the kitchen to get chopsticks. When he came back, Song stared at the empty can on the small desk with disgust, and it was not very smart.

Not even three cans today.

Shouldn't be.

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

"A fairy."

"?"

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

The tone and expression are all normal. If it wasn't for the fact that the "Tianxian" he was pointing at was an empty can, it would be hard to tell that he was a little drunk.

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

After realizing who the "celestial" Song Yan was condemning was, Xia Zhiye held back a smile and asked, "Then tell me why he likes me?"

"Because you were kind to her."

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

Song Yan tilted his head: "You are so poor, and you still try to buy her the best confession gift. What's not good about it?"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

It seems reasonable to say, 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 go to sea and 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 red-haired chicken's evaluation of his appearance. How could he just fast-forward to Song Yan's place and want to go to the sea and be a duck?

Before he could figure this out, 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 he was still a little aggrieved, "You sell blood secretly, and I don't want to ask you, so I can only buy pig liver for you to eat, but I hate pig liver so much."

So you picked the pork liver to me.

Xia Zhiye remembered the piece of pig liver that moved him that day, and felt that he was a little bad.

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

"???"

Where the hell is this going?

Xia Zhiye looked bewildered, but Song Yan said more and more aggrieved: "I don't want you to be bullied by a rich woman, so I will pretend to be a rich woman, but you won't protect me at all when you play games, you play a fish and take my head, I count them all. Come on, in that game you beheaded and robbed seven of my heads!"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

At that time, he didn't even 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 didn't wear them at all. I was so angry that I was so pissed off. I only have a few hundred dollars, and I don't even have clothes. I don’t dare to dry clean anymore, 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, and I still had to make money, but all the money I made was given to you, you just know Giving gifts to others, I hate you to death."

Song Yan was talking, her eyes turned red.

Xia Zhiye panicked immediately, changed positions quickly, sat next to Song Yan, hugged him, and patted his back lightly: "No grievances, no grievances, I was wrong, I will help you wash clothes and buy them for you. Skin, please eat foie gras, okay?"

"do not want."

Song Yan refused very decisively.

Xia Zhiye whispered, "Why not?"

"Because you are so poor."

"..."

"If I don't raise you, you can't even afford to eat. What if you are called to a hotel by a rich woman for so much money? What if you are really tricked into being a duck? What if you contract AIDS from selling blood?" Song Yan asked Aggrieved and angry.

Xia Zhiye was left speechless by this series of questions beyond his normal cognition, and he was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Then what if I am 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 run wildly.

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 wasn't ashamed.

no.

He is cool guy.

He can't be ashamed.

After three minutes of contemplation, Song Yan came to this conclusion logically and clearly, then turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye, and uttered five words very seriously: "Then assassinate you."

"..."

Due to Song Yan's very honest attributes after drinking, Xia Zhiye seemed to see the tragic ending of her frankness and her life without a boyfriend at that moment.

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, but looked at him with narrowed eyes: "So you are not poor after all."

Xia Zhiye didn't hesitate: "Poor. There is a seventy-year-old grandmother on top, a three-year-old sister on 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 be admitted to the top spot in the college entrance examination. If you get the top score in the college entrance examination, you will get a scholarship of 200,000 yuan. If you have a scholarship, you will have money. If you have money, you can go to Beijing with me. As a result, you insist on falling 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 and lay 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 his mouth, then closed it tightly, lowered his head and continued to stab the garlic and eggplant, as if he wanted to say something but didn't intend to.

It seems that the amount 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 was very decisive: "No."

"why?"

Song Yan was very particular: "You didn't even insert a straw for me."

"..."

Okay, all men who drink alcohol have to use straws.

Xia Zhiye could only stole 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 the can, sipping the straw, and sipping a bottle of spirits with an alcohol content of up to 5% like a child sucking milk, and then his eyes turned at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. become dumb.

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 a little reading comprehension, "So you mean I'm very likeable?"

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

Xia Zhiye got interested, turned on the phone, clicked on the recording, put it at hand, and then lay back on the table again, looking at Song Yan with a smile: "Then tell me why I am so popular?"

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

"Just now?"

"Well, right now, every time you bend your eyes, I suddenly become stupid." Song Yan rested her chin on her arm and looked at Xia Zhiye face to face, blinking her eyes.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

It turns out that his smile has this special function.

Haven't found it before.

He was really too cute for Song Yan, so he worked hard to overcome the urge to hug Song Yan, put his fist on the tip of his nose, coughed twice, and pretended to be serious: "Then I have other recruits. Do you like a place?"

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

really.

"very kind."

Also makes sense.

"nice to me."

Fairly conscientious.

"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."

The thoughtless words were like nonsense when drunk, but Xia Zhiye understood it.

No one hurt him before, only himself hurt him.

In fact, Xia Zhiye doesn't like pink that much, but he just thinks that Song Yan live is too cool, black, white and gray are good-looking, but after a long time, it always makes people feel depressed. better.

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

Therefore, in the past ten years, when Song Yan was not very lively and warm, he might indeed be a little different, and it was not that he was blindly self-indulgent.

But it was him who was clearly unrequited love, and why was he the one who felt distressed after hearing this sentence.

The late autumn night wind blew open the windows, wrapping the chill of the approaching winter, making Song Yan's eyes turn red.

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

"Okay."

"Then let pink be with you all the time, okay?"

"Okay."

"Then let's go to Beijing together, okay?"

"Okay."

"Then I'll start chasing you from now on, okay?"

The wind outside the window seemed to stop suddenly.