Sword walking

Ten minutes ago, Su Muqiu walked quickly on the road, passing through one store after another with lights on, decorated with red socks and candy canes, and the huge Christmas tree in the square, exhaling white mist.He glanced at the date and pouted.

"To have lunch with Huang Shaotian on December 12th... What kind of shit is this?"

Su Muqiu lamented the bad luck, turned a blind eye to several luxury and high-end restaurants, and finally turned into a deserted alley and stopped at a small noodle stall with less than ten seats.

Huang Shaotian, who was flipping through the menu, poked his head out and waved at him from the corner.

Su Muqiu took a deep breath, raised his feet with the posture of a strong man breaking his wrist, and stepped towards the unknown destiny without hesitation.

But now, he was painfully thinking about why he would end up in the situation where he and Huang Shaotian ate noodle soup at this noodle stall on Christmas Eve.

In fact, he remembered the reason quite clearly, but there were always such and such entanglements, which made him feel a little embarrassed even thinking about this topic in his heart, and his whole heart was twisted into twists and knots.

Facing the gloomy Su Muqiu, Huang Shaotian held up the menu and muttered contentedly, hesitated for a long time between beef noodles and beef noodles, waved his hand proudly, and ordered two bowls of the cheapest noodle soup.

"Old Su, do you want to say it or not? In such a hurry to call someone out, it was hard to make time, but you didn't say anything? By the way, I heard that you went to F University last weekend!" Huang Shao The question is wrong in the sky, and I broke the chopsticks when the hot noodle soup was served, "Good guy, why don't you bring your brothers with you, no, I will punish you on behalf of the organization, you have to treat this bowl of noodles... Do you know how to treat guests? I will take it as your acquiescence... Boss, serve me another plate of beef!"

"...you can't even afford a bowl of noodles?"

"It's the end of the month! Let me tell you first, I didn't bring a dime with me."

"Huang Shaotian."

"Why? Why? I've thought it over, and I'm finally going to say it? Don't say I didn't remind you, I know I'm handsome, I'm handsome, and I'm one in a thousand, but if you confess to me, I'll spit on you on the spot. "

"I want to confess."

Su Muqiu's face was ugly, as if he had been robbed of money and cheated.He didn't care about the exaggerated movement of Huang Shaotian almost falling off the chair, he chewed and chewed the next sentence in his mouth, and then he opened his mouth unwillingly, with a bit of helplessness: "I want to chase someone.  … How to do?"

"Ouch!" Huang Shaotian was dumbfounded, and with a bang, he really fell down.

Su Muqiu is 23 years old, male, single.

No drinking, no smoking, no bad habits, good conduct.As for self-defined labels such as talented, gentle and considerate, and the impression of friends who are defiant and deserve to be abused, etc., it is worth noting.

What no one doubts is that he does have a good appearance and has provoked countless peach blossoms.

Emotional experience, so far zero.

He spent most of his life earning money to support himself and his younger sister, studying and working part-time at the same time, not to mention dating, he was even quietly invited to the back of the campus to listen to the truthful words of the blushing girl There is no time to confess.The other party spoke at the beginning, and the man raised his wrist to look at his watch and said "Sorry, it's time to work" before leaving cold-bloodedly. Su Muqiu was not surprised how many people complained in private that he was incomprehensible.

As for the past few years, thanks to Teacher Ye's strong support, the situation has improved in a straight line. Instead, he has devoted himself to computer programming and played online games in his spare time. He has become even busier.

Su Muqiu has always adhered to the principle of staying out of those emotional disputes where he cried and begged his sweetheart to accept the confession, or knelt and kowtowed to ask his girlfriend to forgive him.

It’s good now, he stepped into the love dungeon in a daze, it was still very difficult, and Su Muqiu, who hadn’t even passed the Novice Village, couldn’t find a direction at all as to whether to attack the heart slowly or win it on the spot. .

The only thing he can refer to in his life is the vast amount of experience he has accumulated in acting in radio dramas, but no matter how many twists and turns he has experienced in the drama, how many grievances and grievances there are, if he rolls around on the bed twice, the matter will basically be resolved... Can Su Muqiu do this? ? !

Not to mention, the target was still Ye Xiu.

Su Muqiu stuck the chopsticks in the noodles and stirred them randomly, sighing with a headache. Huang Shaotian finally climbed back to the chair to observe for a while, seeing the upset look of this old classmate, he finally believed that Su Muqiu was really in love.

Even though he was rolling with laughter from the bottom of his heart immediately, and decided to set off firecrackers to celebrate the day when this guy hit the rocks and fell into the sea, Huang Shaotian put on the most serious and full expression in order to ask for more details and gossip so that he could use it as black history to threaten the other party in the future. The expression of friendship, care and morality.

"Su Muqiu... for this matter, you are looking for me!"

Su Muqiu stared at Huang Shaotian suspiciously. The latter was calm and calm, with an unfathomable demeanor: "You know how many friends I have! As the saying goes, I have eaten pork even if I have never seen a pig walk. I have seen a lot of confessions." Yes, and occasionally help write love letters to create coincidences, it's too easy to give you ideas."

"I have never eaten pigs, but I have seen pigs running."

"Ask how many people have seen a live pig run before their eyes." Huang Shaotian shook his head inscrutablely.

This is true, it seems that Huang Shaotian is really using his brain to help find a way?The doubt in Su Muqiu's eyes dissipated a little: "But for me, the situation is different..."

"What else could be different?" Huang Shaotian shook his head, his tone mysterious and mysterious, "People's hearts are made of flesh, no matter men, women or children, confession is just a slightly different process and method, and the ultimate goal is to knock on the door of each other's heart. For example, people see When a child falls into the water, he will find a way to save it, this is compassion, everyone has it, it is a common law, and the same is true for love."

This is a piece of nonsense, and quite illogical, Su Muqiu rolled his eyes violently.

Huang Shaotian didn't take it seriously, and struck while the iron was hot: "Come, come, tell me about your partner."

Su Muqiu thought about it, and although he doubted his credibility, unfortunately, besides Huang Shaotian, there is no one else to ask, so he omitted some details and told the truth: "I used to think that he was aloof and difficult to get close to, but he was still reliable and admirable. After getting familiar with him now, I realize that those are all illusions, but he is actually a guy who caused a lot of trouble for others and deserves to be beaten."

"Looking for trouble? Need a beating? What do you like about this person? Tell me quickly."

Speaking of this, Su Muqiu twisted his face: "I don't know."

"You don't know? Did I hear you right? Then why did you suddenly realize that you like the other party and plan to confess? Are you trying to trick someone? Or did you lose in some game?"

"cough."

Su Muqiu blushed, hesitated, fidgeted, and presumed that he had a dream.Huang Shaotian had a flash of inspiration, he laughed wretchedly, poked Su Muqiu's arm with his chopsticks, and lamented in an old man's tone that little Muqiu is a man, and after being beaten up by Su Muqiu, he still did not forget how far the gossip had progressed when he was dying and resisting .

"Hold the little hand? Kiss the little mouth? So what, what?"

"Can you speak more seriously." Su Muqiu asked blackly, not to mention his hands, he even touched the bottom of his clothes—even though it was just a small belly, "He never refused me, he eats when he asks, sleeps when he asks, Getting along, it can be regarded as very close... However, it may just be troublesome, and he is happy to cooperate with someone who is doing all the work for him..."

Su Muqiu was rarely frustrated during his conversation, looking at the smashed noodles and a few vegetable leaves in the bowl: "...what is that person thinking about, how he feels about me...I can't figure it out."

He fell into a deep depression for a moment, but Huang Shaotian frowned sharply.

Eat as you please?Let sleep?Who has the opportunity to have this kind of interaction with Su Muqiu?Su Muqiu's interpersonal relationship is simple, and the answer is obvious, but the answer should not be revealed.Huang Shaotian had a guess about the identity of "this person" in his heart, and for a moment he only felt that the weird intimacy he felt at the time had actually come true, and he couldn't express what he felt in his heart.

Huang Shaotian doesn't know where Su Muqiu's self-confidence comes from. He has enough time to think about confessing. In his opinion, that person has no chance of being captured by Su Muqiu. If Su Muqiu has to go all the way to the dark side, he might as well try One Autumn Leaf. .

But this is Su Muqiu's private matter after all.

He should choose not to tell the truth, and continue to pretend to be stupid with Su Muqiu. He knows some things too clearly, so he can't discuss them easily like this, and come up with ideas happily...

After struggling for a long time, Huang Shaotian suddenly calmed down, with an indifferent expression, and asked Su Muqiu, "Have you made up your mind?"

Su Muqiu looked at the lumpy noodles, as if he was lost in his thoughts and didn't hear.

"Are you sure?"

Huang Shaotian put down his chopsticks and stared at Su Muqiu without moving.

The latter stared at the bowl, as if a flower would bloom in it.He didn't answer, the silence made people feel rejection, Huang Shaotian was determined to ask Su Muqiu until he figured it out based on his past friendship, and was about to speak when he heard the answer as small as a gnat.

"...There's nothing wrong with taking care of him like this."

"Old Su, do you know what you are talking about?"

At this moment, Huang Shaotian was quite calm.If it was normal, he would probably jump up and yell, asking Su Muqiu why he couldn't think about it, let him think about it, think about it again.But he didn't, because judging from Su Muqiu's reaction, the current situation is completely different.

"Have you really thought it through? This decision is too hasty."

"...I don't know." Su Muqiu whispered, talking about that person, he was the only one who didn't know, and he took the initiative to talk about other things, "Before, I happened to see a photo of him going out with other people, he behaved intimately, talked and laughed freely , I realized that I am not the only one who knows what he really is like."

"Even if he pretends to be cool on the surface, someone will always find his goodness, his gentleness, and his cuteness. Maybe next year, or even tomorrow, he will bring someone to me and say with a smile, 'Mu Qiu, I and This person is getting together', send me a wedding post, even let me be the best man, preside over the wedding, and distribute wedding candy at the door. I don’t want it, I don’t allow it, I don’t accept it──”

"Just say a few words and you're in the act." Su Muqiu twitched and smacked the back of the head of Huang Shaotian, who was performing passionately while choking his throat, and the latter smashed his face into the bowl on the spot.

Huang Shaotian spit bubbles in the bowl, and took a while to touch the tissue to dry the noodle soup on his face. He despised Su Muqiu for not knowing that dog blood dramas are popular in a certain country now. .

However, there is indeed one thing that Huang Shaotian said is right, and that is the possibility of giving out wedding candies. Ye Xiu is already 28 years old, and Su Muqiu is the only student under Ye Xiu's sect. It was Father Ye and Mother Ye who had never met before doing something. This incident could happen in the near future. Maybe he would have to sit outside the wedding venue to help register the red envelopes.The more Su Muqiu thought about it, the more miserable he became, and the road ahead was bleak.

"How sure are you about confessing?" Huang Shaotian asked.

"Uh..." Su Muqiu said he couldn't figure it out.

"Then how likely is it that your partner will be abducted by others?"

"This..." Young, Duo Jin, a full-time professor, owns a house and a car, all in all, Su Muqiu frowned, "...it's very high."

Huang Shaotian slammed the table, startling Su Muqiu who was hurting in the spring and autumn: "As your relationship consultant, I only have one suggestion for you!"

"What suggestion, tell me quickly." Su Muqiu diligently put meat into Huang Shaotian's bowl.

"It's today, confess your love, Su Muqiu!"

"I'll go! Could it be too hasty!"

Su Muqiu clasped the edge of the table tightly and was about to lift it up, Huang Shaotian hurriedly pressed the table back, telling him to be safe and not to be impatient, and pay attention to the loss of money for lifting the table.

"No, no, old Su, you haven't figured out the current problem." Huang Shaotian shook his finger, drew a menu and wrote on the back, "Look, your biggest problem is actually: fear of people running away. You should Confess first, tie the person up, and then think about whether you like it or not! If you are sure you really like it, then plan slowly. If you don’t get along, there is no loss! I think that person treats you very well, no matter what Whatever the result, I will be more or less concerned about you in the future, right? In this way, the purpose of gaining time for thinking is achieved."

"This... can this work?!"

"There is a [-]% chance to shoot!"

"You think it's [-]%?" Su Muqiu hesitated.

"It's either success or failure, [-]%, [-]% is good." Huang Shaotian showed his white teeth and raised his thumb.

Su Muqiu deeply felt that this kind of plan took a lot of brain water to come up with, but what was wrong, he couldn't say it for a while, his mind was full of "Fuck, I'm going to confess today?", and he was talking to Sun Xiang on his phone When I was in a daze for the photo, I didn't know who shouted "the first to get the moon, the first to win first".

Seeing him shaken, Huang Shaotian made a quick decision, and hurriedly shouted that it should not be too late: "It happens to be Christmas, if you don't confess now, when are you going to wait?! Maybe someone will bring a Christmas tree to the door to propose marriage tomorrow."

"Christmas tree..." Su Muqiu twitched his lips.

"Quick, quick, let's change places and prepare mission props." Huang Shaotian urged Su Muqiu to pay, and then dragged people along and ran wildly on the street.

After all, whether you succeed or fail, you have completed this thought.

Su Muqiu, who was being dragged around by Huang Shaotian, asked him where he was going. Huang Shaotian's answer was extremely positive: "What would you think of when you confess? Of course, you have to buy a sharp tool for goodwill, 999 red roses! Hey, let's make a compromise, Just buy 99 flowers."

Su Muqiu knelt down: "Huang Shaotian, do you think this is a game?! Solicit favors? Red Rose confesses?!"

He made up the picture in his head and found it quite vulgar.

Huang Shaotian, who claims to be a sword master and lover saint: "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that you don't pay much attention to entertainment gossip. That so-and-so, this so-and-so, all successfully confessed with red roses. And if red roses are useless, why do you love them in the game? Use this setting? Why not just use 999 small white flowers? 999 tulips? 999 hyacinths?"

In order to prevent Huang Shaotian from continuing to count, Su Muqiu accepted this statement on his own accord.

No matter how strong the buffs of Christmas and red roses are to the copy of the confession, there are obviously a lot of people who are going to practice it on this special day. The two of them visited several shops, and there are white roses, yellow roses, purple roses and even blue roses. , that is, red roses are sold out.

This, on the contrary, ignited Huang Shaotian's inexplicable fighting spirit, declaring that he must buy big red roses, not even a little pink.As for the main owner, Su Muqiu, he considered going to the store to find a bouquet of plastic roses, which are high quality and cheap, and can be recycled later to protect the environment.

During the busy time, snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky, the temperature plummeted, and the two of them shivered from the cold.However, the matter has come to this point, giving up halfway is obviously not in line with their philosophy of doing things, so they walked around the windy and snowy streets for two or three hours, and finally found a small flower shop. Lots of red roses.

The shopkeeper was a beautiful girl who worked part-time. She had long legs and a thin waist, and she had cute dimples when she smiled.The girl seemed to like flowers very much. When the two men were panting on the counter and asked for a bouquet of red roses, she packed them and talked about how to take care of them. She also talked about the cultivation and delivery of roses in the greenhouse. The story of roses.Huang Shaotian was able to strike up a conversation with great enthusiasm, relying on his youthful appearance, he even lied that he wanted to study gardening when he went to university, which was quite shameful.

Su Muqiu was on the sidelines, completely ignoring the conversation between the two people, holding his mobile phone in circles in the small shop, almost knocking over the flower pot, finally got up his courage, lowered his hair and sent a text message: Ye Xiu, where are you?Will you go out later?

The reply will come immediately: No, I have something to do at home.What's wrong?

Su Muqiu replied a few words casually, after ensuring that Teacher Ye would not go out temporarily, he decisively searched for romantic confession methods, and began to recite the lines painstakingly with the momentum half an hour before entering the examination room for the college entrance examination.