REMIX

He walked in, the incident did not give me time to transition, so all the feelings, reveries and obsessive thoughts burst out in an instant, I couldn't take care of them all, I could only maintain the same expression and body as usual Action, standing there, that's what I do best.

There are his companions beside him, one of whom I still have a rough impression of is the assistant surnamed Zhou, and the others are people with extraordinary temperament that I have never seen before. If you say that I work in bars for a long time , People of all teachings and nine streams can be met, and they won't be distracted too much.I passed them with a plate, and heard He Gu's voice from behind: "Oh, you've been working hard lately, Young Master Gong."

"Drunkards don't mean to drink." He replied.

"Hey, you fucking treat me here as a decent place, I can't help you being cheated, I'll sue you." He Gu spat at him with a smile, I served the wine and snacks to the guests, returned to the bar with an empty plate in one hand, and returned to the bar. When he didn't get close, he stretched out his hand to stop him.

I didn't dare to move for a while, he put one arm around my shoulder, and the other crossed across his chest, because of the height difference between them, there was a different kind of intimacy.

He gave He Gu a wink, whether it was teasing or serious.

"This little guy will lend me a while." He blinked, "I will pay for the lost work."

I was pushed to the seat in the corner by him, and I clasped the edge of the round table with my fingers, looking at the small table lamp and water plants that I placed on it with my own hands, and he asked me from the opposite side, what do I drink?

I say, Long Island Iced Tea or a Mojito.

good.He turned his head and held out two fingers to He Gu, two glasses of peppermint soda.

I:"……"

The glass was brought up, and the only thing I could see up close was his hands holding the glass. Frankly speaking, these were not a pair of delicate hands with a lot of ornamental value, with protruding veins and a sense of oppressive strength. Although it is white, it cannot be called delicate. I can even imagine the roughness of sandpaper when the palm touches the skin.

However - I rarely use the word, sexy.

very sexy.

Including the dark-toned tattoo on the inside of his wrist under the simple and reserved white shirt cuffs when he stretched out his hand.

I swallowed unnaturally, and felt a little sweat on my back, but it was still tolerable.

Only the two of us heard the conversation.He shook what he was holding in the palm of his left hand towards me, while extending his right hand towards me.

"Transcript."

I rummaged through my pocket and handed over the crumpled piece of paper folded in two.

This is a fair and credible transaction.It's amazing that we probably didn't take it for the real thing at first, but we all did.

"Hmm..." He looked at my report card, and I followed his gaze closely, feeling uncontrollably uneasy, even more than I felt when I was waiting for the report card.

what will he give me

A glass of soda?A cell phone number?It's still an empty talk with a smile, "I'm teasing you, kid."

Either will do.

Because what I really want, I have actually got it at this moment.

He closed the paper with a "crash", showing an unexpected satisfied expression, but he didn't want me to be proud of it, so he deliberately restrained himself.

"You did well in the exam. According to the agreement," he threw the thing to me, "this is for you."

I went to pick it up with both hands, and I looked a little stupid. When I grabbed the thing, I was a little stunned, the key?

How could it be a key?

I suddenly wanted to understand what it represented, but I was still a little unbelievable, and I couldn't even ask, "This is..."

"Your new home." He said lightly.

I was shocked.

Despite the dazed time as a buffer, I still can't take it, "What... the house?"

It's just that he gave me a house because I got a passable grade in the exam?

This is far beyond the realm of shit luck.

The look in his eyes is extremely natural, as if this matter should be his responsibility. "yes?"

"Didn't you already know, I, the landlord." He took a sip of soda water, "So what happened to your house, I am related."

"Although both parties have suffered losses, it is imperative to solve the basic problems," he said. "As the owner, I must bear part of the responsibility."

His words are clear, and there are almost no flaws without careful scrutiny.

I almost believe it.

"No," I shook my head, "it's not heavy..."

"The point is."

He interrupted me bluntly and handed me the report card back.

"The point is that you are obedient, and I am happy."

It was obviously a glass of cold water, but when I drank it, my lips were hot, and I was holding the key in my hand, which made my palm ache.

"In the next two days, I will find someone to contact your mother and give her all the procedures for handing over the house."

He drank all the water in the glass, got up and made a gesture to leave, not forgetting to rub my hair with his hands as before.

"When the house is tidied up, remember to invite me to be a guest."

I can't always trust this.

Among the values ​​I have always accepted and pursued, equivalent exchange is the most reliable, so a little bit of unfairness in the exchange is a possible fluke.

I later understood this truth. Some people give to you not because of their generosity, but because of their possession.

Because he has a lot, this abundance is neither more than he can bear, nor owed to his small sacrifices. It is like dessert to him, like the extra layer of cream, and he bestows on you. Out of a gentlemanly manner, a virtue that goes with cultivation and sentiment.

This is called dude.

And when I went back to the grocery store with a lot of thoughts that night, and gave Xia Jie this bunch of keys, her reaction was not inferior to mine, but after a complicated silence, she asked me, how did you know Gong Junye? Human?

what did I say?what is his name?