Can you break it, buddy? [Travel]

Sheng Zimo swallowed and took a deep breath.

No matter in the past or now, apart from witnessing Song Mingyi's cheating, and not rushing out to beat up the pair of doggy men and women in a daze - he has never been persuaded to gallop wildly and resolutely in the mall.

But now, when he was questioned by his good brother Bidong in the corner, he had to admit - he was really cowardly!

Sheng Zimo's heart was full of mixed feelings, like a thousand catties of grinding gravel blocked - he felt that his virtue was like a little daughter-in-law.

Time passed by, which was too difficult for Sheng Zimo at this moment.

Later, he raised his hand to push Yan Jinxiao away, and said in a low voice with a stern face, "We probably had an illusion created by acting. When the play is finished and we return to our original life, we will be able to return to normal."

Yan Jinxiao stared at Sheng Zimo, his masseter muscles were tense, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Hearing the sound, he took a step back and leaned against the wall as if he was discouraged. I can't tell the difference between my feelings and acting?"

He shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Zimo...whether in your previous life or now, why don't you understand?

——The heart is like a knife.

"Have you brought all the medicine?" After a long while, when the mood stabilized, Yan Jinxiao said, "You are not fully recovered yet, don't make do with it, take care of yourself."

Sheng Zimo nodded, feeling uncomfortable, moved his mouth, wanted to say something, hesitated, opened the door and left.

Tomorrow is the New Year’s Eve, neon lights flicker under the dark night sky, street lights are intertwined, and red lanterns are hung in rows. Being affected by this strong festive atmosphere has a different feeling. When pedestrians come and go, Sheng Zimo sees the smiles on their faces and feels that he is out of place.

Sheng Zimo sighed, and stayed on the side of the road for an unknown amount of time before waving for a taxi.

"Haishi Academy of Fine Arts."

After getting in the car and reporting where he was going, Sheng Zimo slammed his body on the back of the car and stared at the roof of the car in a daze.

Once time travelling, encountering Iron Magnetism again——Sheng Zimo never expected, how could the brotherly relationship between him and Yan Jinxiao, which was once fierce, mutate step by step into the current dignified appearance?

Rationally speaking, Sheng Zimo knew very well that he acquiesced in Yan Jinxiao eating his own tofu, but he was still puzzled—how could Yan Jinxiao really fall in love with him?

Is it the same as he used to be—because of entering the play and being in close contact with him, in such a special atmosphere, he developed a special affection for himself?

But that's filming...it's all fake!Even if the drama is fake and the love is true, there will always be a day when the drama will come out!

So many beautiful girls like Yan Jinxiao - how could he be really "curvy"?

It should be just a momentary obsession, simply wanting to compete with me with a stick, try something new - thinking of this, Sheng Zimo really feels like he has a heart attack!

——Damn, what the hell is going on? !

Sheng Zimo was dizzy and dizzy from a bunch of shit, and his heart was extremely tormented. Before he knew it, the ringtone of the mobile phone shook him back to his senses.

"Zimo, you have to work overtime tomorrow on New Year's Eve! What kind of unscrupulous unit are you?" After pressing the answer button, Ms. Lin Fangfang's worried voice rushed out.

In the afternoon, Ms. Lin sent a few WeChat messages to her baby son to ask about the current situation, and also mentioned a few things about Song Mingyi. He had to work overtime, temporarily dismissing his own empress dowager.

At this moment, the Empress Dowager reckoned that her son should be off work, so she hurriedly called after her.

Sheng Zimo looked at the fast-moving and beautiful street scene outside the window, took a moment to relax, and said, "Where is the unscrupulous unit? Ours is very good, the decoration is very beautiful, the boss serves delicious food and drinks, and the festive atmosphere is strong! "

He sniffed: "If it weren't for the special circumstances of the project, I would definitely have a holiday..." He exhaled and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it, your son is young and doesn't work hard to learn things to make money, what are you waiting for ? Save it for the New Year.”

"My 'bulb' is selling my life away, leaving space for you and my dad to live together—you can have fun!"

Hearing the sound, the master driver curled his lips and glanced at the young man in the rear seat through the rearview mirror.

"Yi Yi called me a few days ago, and said she would come back to pay New Year's greetings to me and your dad in the third year of junior high school!" Lin Fangfang said on the other end of the phone, "But I always feel that Yi Yi's tone is not right... you two Is there any conflict?"

"It's Chinese New Year, you two are in the same city again, you are older than others, take the initiative, take care of the girl's family more... Yiyi, what a child that is!"

A sentence of Song Mingyi's good and that good voice invaded his ears, Sheng Zimo raised his eyebrows, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, as if he was listening to a book from heaven.

Ever since Song Mingyi was bluffed away by Liu Zhe, Liu Zi and other monsters and goblins that night, the two of them lost contact. Unexpectedly, Song Mingyi still contacted his own mother. This operation is so familiar that I can't be more familiar with it—I can't get rid of it Song Mingyi, the empress dowager who can't stop talking about it.

Sheng Zimo originally thought that his acting skills as a scumbag this time were off the charts, and that he had played enough to be a jerk, but Song Mingyi, who ran away with tears streaming down his face, did not know what psychological construction he had done for himself after a period of time. In the end, not only did he not give up. The "scumbag" left, but chose to play the family card instead, and continued to start with Sheng Zimo's parents.

Lin Fangfang really likes Song Mingyi. She grew up watching the child. She looks pretty and cute, and her mouth is as sweet as honey. She walks around the house with thoughtful gifts on New Years and holidays. No middle-aged aunt should let such a little girl acquiesce. Become her future daughter-in-law-to-be?

But the parents' thoughts are theirs. No matter how the child chooses in life, he has to face and live it by himself.

The life before time travel seemed like a dream that was finally struggling to wake up. Sheng Zimo, who had regained his life, could not turn back.

"Mom, I already have a date." Sheng Zimo blurted out such a lie that the empress dowager stopped her car suddenly.

After a while—

"what?"

"really?"

"Are you serious?!"

The three consecutive questions on the other end of the phone suddenly made Sheng Zimo laugh. He is a bit of a fool, and he has the ability to tell lies under special circumstances. He just opened his mouth and said, "Hey, don't mention it." How outstanding! Even 1 Song Mingyis can't keep up!"

Immediately afterwards, there was another adjective that seemed to be pouring out of the mouth, and he was bragging about the one in his heart... like a fairy, there is nothing in the sky, and there is nothing in the earth. Such a good match hit!

——The faltering and cowardly behavior in front of Yan Jinxiao before going out the door is gone.

But he was bragging with his old lady, but for some reason, Yan Jinxiao's handsome outline became clearer in Sheng Zimo's mind—Sheng Zimo was shocked, and hurriedly dragged his consciousness back to the safe zone.

"Old lady, what do you mean by checking someone's household registration?" Sheng Zimo was amused and annoyed as he listened to the interrogative sentences in the loudspeaker, so he continued, "Comrade Lin Fangfang, didn't you say that as long as I like...that's fine? Isn't that right?" What kind of feudal patriarch are you going to pretend to be... to prevent me from falling in love freely?"

The other end of the phone held back for a long time without saying a word, and after a few seconds, he raised his voice and said, "I think the child is so good, I'm blind to see you!"

"You have to treat people well!"

——What a real mother!

Sheng Zimo never expected that Comrade Lin Fangfang could turn against him so quickly, so he teased, "Hey, I said... don't you always stand in line and babble? How can you say that you rebelled when you rebelled?"

"Either way, I'll take both of them at the same time, one [-], the other [-], take turns serving my in-laws, and we'll have a bridal chamber with me on Sunday, and I'll let you hold your grandson tomorrow! What do you think?"

"—This damn child!"

Lin Fangfang gritted her teeth and cursed.

But she naturally knew that this was just a joke. As the empress dowager of the old Sheng family, Lin Fangfang knew better than anyone what kind of temper her own bastard had. After deciding, the old aunt just said earnestly: "You decide your own affairs, but you must not make one decision and drag another one. You must be good to others wholeheartedly, you know?"

After the conversation stopped, feeling somewhat disappointed, Lin Fangfang continued: "If you don't like Yiyi, you should talk to other girls, so you don't make people too sad."

"If you don't come back during the Chinese New Year, you should have a good date...Dating can cost money, and mom will transfer the money to you later. Don't save everything, and treat people badly."

Sheng Zimo rubbed his nose and took a breath: "Okay, Mom, I know... I just gave out the year-end bonus, and I know it well."

But after hanging up the phone for a while, the WeChat transfer message came——

Mom: [2000 yuan]

……

When Sheng Zimo returned to the empty dormitory with drooping eyebrows and wandering eyes, Yan Jinxiao, who was originally in confinement in the hotel room, also answered the phone-someone made a deal about business, and invited him to do it. Come get together.

But when he got to the ground, he saw Chen Jingdong sitting on the billiard table with his legs open, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and smoking a cigarette from his mouth, and he knew he had been fooled.

"Is it interesting to play like this all the time?" Yan Jinxiao was already depressed. He met a few acquaintances on the way into this private club, but they just nodded, and they deliberately pulled him to greet him.

"Don't tell people to lie, I'm afraid that you are the king of heaven and I can't invite you, kid?" Chen Jingdong stubbed out the cigarette and threw it away. With the cue on the ground, Ma Liu stretched his long legs and got off the billiard case, put the cue on the side of the table, and raised Putting his strong arms around Yan Jinxiao's shoulders, "The girls are delicious and delicious, and there are brand-name leather bags for you, and you can get them in minutes..."

"Tsk", "You are interesting, boy! Are you going to become an actor?"

Yan Jinxiao's shoulders were crushed, and he suddenly turned his body and twisted his arms backhand--immediately, Chen Jingdong yelled, "It hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... let go of your uncle!"

"How can my small body stand up to your Lianjiazi!" Chen Jingdong complained, bending his muscular back and tilting his head.

Yan Jinxiao let go, Chen Jingdong fixed his sunglasses, frowned and scolded: "I told you to come here, do you think you're too busy during Chinese New Year? I'm here to give you some advice!" Rubbing his wrists and laughing.

Yan Jinxiao snorted and asked the waiter to order a cup of mother tree Dahongpao, then picked up the club, put on a posture, aimed in the direction, and instantly scored a hole in one.

When he straightened up, he glanced at Chen Jingdong, and said unhurriedly, "What kind of sunglasses are you wearing in your winter house... What kind of demon are you?"

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The author has something to say:

Mr. Yan is very sad~