A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

"Big nephew! Next time, bring a few more friends back! We can form a formation like that of the third Indian. At that time, I will definitely let you be the outermost one!" Xia Baini held the handlebar of the car, looking strong His long legs straddled the sides boldly, and the shorts with exaggerated patterns danced in the wind, very arrogant.

"The wind is too strong, I can't hear clearly..." Song Zhiyu held Xia Baini's clothes tightly, he could only squint his eyes due to the hot wind.

"What?! You said you have no friends! Hahahaha!" Xia Baini laughed out loud, his laughter was swallowed by the wind.

The red motorcycle raced all the way, and the road it was driving gradually narrowed from a flat concrete avenue to an earthen path.

It was a trail with no end in sight, with rapidly receding lush forests on both sides. The most eye-catching thing was a bright red motorcycle with three teenagers sitting on it.

Overtaking at a bend, Xia Baini left an old man who was riding three wheels slowly behind him.The yellowed vocabulary book that Song Zhiyu carried lightly in his trousers pocket was also discarded in the middle of the narrow road following this turn.Zhou Cheng watched helplessly as the yellowed little book drew a short arc, and when he reached out to grab it, there was nothing left.

"Stop!" Song Zhiyu stood up and shouted into Xia Baini's ear.

"Ah? Your voice is too low, I can't hear you!" Xia Baini also turned his head and shouted at Song Zhiyu.

"My book dropped..."

"Then buy a new, new book, it looks good!"

"After you get off, you can't get back in. My car doesn't wait for anyone." Xia Baini's words were blown intermittently by the wind, but it didn't hinder the arrogance contained in his words at all.

Song Zhiyu didn't continue to insist, but just sat down quietly again.

……

In winter, Song Zhiyu didn't wear very much, outside the school was a navy blue school uniform windbreaker, inside was usually a dark green plaid shirt, and occasionally pajamas that he didn't have time to change into.Summer is supposed to be a colorful season, but Song Zhiyu seems to have only three shirts in his clothes: blue, white and dark green plaid.

Today Song Zhiyu wore a foggy blue loose cotton linen shirt. The comfortable and soft material fluttered up and down with the wind, as if it wanted to blend with the blue sky above his head.The black hair is also messy in the wind, and between the blue and black is a section of white nape.

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but fix his gaze on the back of his neck that was as gentle as jade. The fine ends of his hair stirred his fair skin and stirred his agitated heart.

The midday sun was very strong, and in people's sight, the surrounding scenery seemed to be annihilated in a huge light cluster, blurred.However, only those who are closest can see it a little more clearly, and the one who can see it most clearly is the back of Song Zhiyu sitting in front of him.At this moment, a different kind of emotion rose in Zhou Cheng's heart, and he was even a little surprised to find that he had some other reactions.

Although the motorcycle is very spacious, it is still too crowded for three big boys with an average height of around [-] to sit on it.Zhou Cheng, who found himself strange, moved his body back in a panic, causing the car to shake for a while.

"Stinky boy, don't take me with you if you want to die!" Xia Baini scolded dissatisfied.

"Don't move."

Song Zhiyu grabbed Zhou Cheng's hand backwards, placed it in front of his belly, and let him wrap his arms around his waist.

"Another one."

Zhou Cheng obediently hugged Song Zhiyu's waist from behind, restraining the cotton and linen material flying up and down.This time, he really felt how thin Song Zhiyu was.

He seems to vaguely understand why no matter how hot the weather is, he is not willing to change into a short sleeve just to keep cool.

With a sudden brake, Zhou Cheng threw himself on Song Zhiyu's body, but luckily the other party didn't respond.

……

When it was about to stop, Xia Baini made a handsome tail flick, but just inadvertently, a flip flop he was stepping on was thrown far away.He had no choice but to stop with one foot, and hopped and jumped to pick up the single slipper in the distance.

After Xia Baini jumped down, Song Zhiyu seemed to have lost his support. He lay prone on the seat and didn't get up for a long time.He struggled to suppress the tumbling feeling rising from the bottom, unable to calm down for a while.

"I'll help you down." Zhou Cheng was about to go to help, but Xia Baini snatched him ahead.

"Don't move, don't move! Let me go!" Xia Baini stopped Zhou Cheng behind him, and excitedly dragged Song Zhiyu down.Song Zhiyu held on to Xia Baini's already frizzy collar, so as not to let himself fall.

"Why do you have such a bad complexion? Could it be that you are dizzy even on a motorcycle? Next time I will pick you up on a tricycle, okay? You must persevere, but don't spit on me!" Looking at Song Zhiyu's pale face Xia Baini helped him up, and pushed him towards Zhou Cheng, but Song Zhiyu firmly grabbed Xia Baini's collar from the beginning to the end.

"Well……"

"Hold on! Hold on!"

"Um...uh—"

Song Zhiyu let go of the hand that had been tightly covering his mouth, and vomited directly on Xia Baini's body.In fact, this was the third time Song Zhiyu vomited today, and he couldn't vomit anything now, but Xia Baini's dark face still showed a blue color of disgust.

"Did you do it on purpose? Did you want to destroy my last T-shirt?" Xia Baini pushed Song Zhiyu away and shouted aggrievedly.

Song Zhiyu calmly took out a napkin from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and said, "You think too much."

The anger only stayed on Xia Baini's face for less than three seconds, and the smile regained the high ground.When he smiled, he showed his white and neat teeth. He looked very sunny and sincere, the kind of sincerity that no one would suspect that he would be short of money if he went to the vegetable market to sell watermelons.

Smiling, he took off his shirt and threw it into the grass beside him. The two big yellow dogs in the yard next door rushed out and began to bite the rough black T-shirt with their sharp teeth.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Seeing the two vicious dogs rushing out, Song Zhiyu took a step back imperceptibly.

Xia Baini's figure is very strong, but it is not exaggerated like a bodybuilder, but it is the same as the Chinese martial arts he practices, with a feeling of restraint and explosiveness.Xia Baini walked around the field proudly, but no one cheered him except for the two dogs.

"Bai Ni, you are so naked, what are you doing? Did someone pick it up?" Song Zhiyu's grandmother pushed the door out, and began to take off her apron from the courtyard. the elderly.

Grandma hung the apron in her hand on Xia Baini's body involuntarily, as if she was about to start the "Macho Kitchen".

"Auntie, I brought you back whole. Buy one and get one free." Xia Baini chuckled.

"Grandma." Song Zhiyu called out.

"Grandma, I'm Song Zhiyu's classmate, and my name is Zhou Cheng." Zhou Cheng also introduced himself.

"Song Zhiyu..." Grandma muttered a few words in her mouth, as if her complexion was a bit unfriendly, but she took a closer look at Zhou Cheng, and said with a smile: "This boy is handsome, I like it. Xiao Yu, you should exercise more , eat more, and strive to be as tall as others."

Seeing that the old man had a good impression of him, Zhou Cheng wanted to show off when he was excited.Said: "Grandma, don't worry, I don't live in vain, how much is a night?"

The old man's face darkened.

……

Dinner table

"Why don't you eat sweet and sour pork ribs, I remember your favorite food when you were young!"

"The stewed fish also moves a chopstick."

"You can't be picky eaters, you must eat vegetables!"

"Is the rice enough? Do you want another bowl of rice? Does the handsome guy want a third bowl?" Seeing Zhou Cheng praising her place so much, the grandma was happy again.

Song Zhiyu's grandma is keen to serve Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng with food. She always believes that Song Zhiyu's poor health is due to eating less.On weekdays, Song Zhiyu was like a cat, eating only a little bit of rice, or even not eating at all, but today he actually ate a whole bowl of rice.

It stands to reason that he has been unwell this morning, and he should have no appetite by this time. Could it be that grandma's food is so delicious?

So Zhou Cheng took a moment to pay attention and stopped caring about eating, only then did he discover the mystery of the matter.

Song Zhiyu placed the bowl very close to the edge of the table, but the person was a certain distance away from the table.Whenever grandma lowered her head to eat, or didn't look this way, he picked up the dishes in the bowl and threw them under the table at light speed.

Zhou Cheng looked down and saw an orange cat nestled quietly at Song Zhiyu's feet.It didn't bark either, it just quietly waited for Song Zhiyu's next feeding, occasionally sticking out its tongue to lick its own dirty meat pad.

Song Zhiyu noticed his gaze, kicked Zhou Cheng under the table, and signaled his gaze not to be so obvious, so as not to let others notice.

"Hey, why hasn't Baini come out yet? Shall I go and see what he's doing inside?" Grandma Song put down the bowls and chopsticks, and went into the house to look for Xia Baini.Grandma Song has always liked Xia Baini, not because he looks cuter than Song Zhiyu, but because Xia Baini calls her "auntie" and looks younger.

Song Zhiyu took the opportunity to get under the table and fed the whole bowl of rice and vegetables to the fat cat.

"Is it okay for this cat to eat like this?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Shh. Don't talk."

……

"Auntie, you really don't have any other clothes? I'm a big man, it doesn't suit me!" Xia Baini hid behind Grandma Song, unwilling to reveal her clothes.

"Don't talk nonsense, eat quickly." As soon as Grandma Song stepped aside, Xia Baini formally appeared in all her attire.He was wearing a satin short sleeve with red peonies printed on his upper body, matched with his own floral shorts, and he looked like a "playboy".

"Grandma, I've finished eating, so I'm going out first." At this time, Song Zhiyu was already sitting at the dining table with a normal face, but the bowl was already empty.He put down the bowl and chopsticks and went out, afraid that if he walked slower, he would laugh out loud.

"Wait, I'm with you!"

"Don't go, eat another bowl with me!" Xia Baini held Zhou Cheng, and sweetly said to Grandma Song: "Auntie, people in the city say he wants to fill another bowl."

"Good! Good boy!" Grandma Song burst into laughter.

The author has something to say:

I want to ride a bicycle in the summer field

ps The name Fei still didn’t think of a good name, and wanted to name it on his own accord: drink wonton