complacent

It wasn't until he got off the online car-hailing service that Sun Yangyang's heart fell back to the original place.

Joey and the others live in the InterContinental near Sanlitun, which is a bit too lively.Sun Yangyang didn't want to be exposed by the sharp-nosed paparazzi on the Internet at night. He went to the Intercontinental Hotel in broad daylight and added a headline like a sensational secret meeting. It is estimated that he will not have to pass this year.

Good luck.

Sun Yangyang wrapped himself in an oversized long down jacket, a mask, sunglasses and a peaked cap. He was fully armed and walked in while lowering his hair and news.

At the revolving door, two young girls came face to face. Coincidentally, the topic they were talking about was Sun Yangyang.

"I think Gangyang's CP is more reliable. Think about how cool Jin Gang is when he plays the guitar! But he glanced at Yangyang a few times, so loving (*▽*)..."

"Actually, I heard a gossip that is more likely to be a real hammer. It is said that Yangyang has a male ticket with a celebrity level, surnamed W..."

"We, Yangyang, are big names, okay? Do we still need to rub other people's attention?..."

Sun Yangyang froze for a moment, and immediately went towards the elevator as if nothing had happened.

Fuck!Ten thousand mud horses whizzed by in my heart!

He has seen all kinds of Lalang matching on the Internet.I have also seen the post that said he had an affair with Jin Gang.But, who can tell him that all the CP combinations for wool are male and female?All in all, he, Sun Yangyang, is a woman insulator? !

My mind was on fire, I didn't delay my steps, I just happened to walk to the elevator, there was a ding sound, the bright elevator door opened, and the tall and model-like Sun Deyi walked out with an excellent demeanor.

It's a pity that this good temperament didn't last for a minute, and he failed when he saw Sun Yangyang in full armor.

Joey showed his signature sunny smile, like a golden retriever wagging its tail: "Brother Yangyang——"

Sun Yangyang quickly made a silent movement, looked around, stretched out his hand and pushed the stupid big man back into the elevator: "You are stupid, go to your room first."

There was no one else in the elevator. After Joey swiped his room card, he quickly went up to the 18th floor.

Sun Deyi lowered his head slightly, looked at Sun Yangyang with a smirk, and whispered: "You can't let others see it, right? What's this called? Cheating?"

"Steal your uncle!" Sun Yangyang sometimes wondered what Joey's Chinese father had taught this silly boy.Chinese father, American father——

A flash of lightning flashed through Sun Yangyang's mind, and suddenly he was inspired and asked, "Student Sun Deyi, are you and Adonis a couple?"

Just at this moment, the elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and four or five Koreans came up chattering. The second half of Sun Yangyang's sentence was completely submerged in "Aniha Saiyo".

Obviously Sun Deyi didn't hear it, and his innocent blue eyes looked at Sun Yangyang with doubts.The latter shrugged, put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and stopped talking.

After entering the room, Sun Yangyang could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Taking off his down jacket, scarf, sunglasses and mask all at once, Sun Yangyang glanced around and exaggeratedly said, "Sun Deyi, you live in a suite so luxurious! Do you know how much it costs for this night?"

The [-]-square-meter suite room is very large, not very regular and square, plus there is no partition, the whole large room looks a bit spacious.There is a curved gray-blue couch along the wall, and an open MacBook Pro is placed on the round table next to it. A few pieces of hotel letter paper are pressed underneath, and there are faintly visible graffiti on it.

Sun Deyi blinked: "I don't know, MissKose booked it for me. It's probably less than $500 a night. What's wrong?"

"Capitalism is rotten and extravagantism." Sun Yangyang didn't expect Sun Deyi to understand these words at all, and then directed the big man to do something serious: "Pour me a glass of water, warm, drink with my second uncle Dry dizziness."

The good boy Sun Zizi ran to fetch mineral water to boil hot water, and while waiting for the water to boil, he recalled the sentence he hadn't heard in the elevator, and humbly asked for advice: "Brother Yangyang, what did you just say to me? In the elevator."

"I said." Sun Yangyang just stood beside the two-meter bed, bent down and patted the snow-white quilt, and smiled narrowly: "You live in this room with Ddonis?"

"No." Sun Deyi didn't hear the implication, honestly said stupidly: "I live by myself. Adonis lives next door, but he is not in the room at the moment."

Sun Yangyang was also a little embarrassed to continue joking, and changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "Look how nice your brother is, I hung up the phone before I finished drinking, and then took a taxi. My mother scolded me. Alas, my poor see you .”

Joey understood this sentence, and smiled brightly: "Brother Yangyang is so kind. The water is boiling. Would you like some tea? Let me see...Xihu Longjing? Am I pronouncing it right?"

"West Lake Longjing." Sun Yangyang looked at the small bag in the big man's hand: "Have you learned pinyin yet? Yes."

Student Sun Deyi is particularly unflattering, and belongs to the type who can't find Bei once he praises him: "That's quite amazing! Awesome! Drink tea, brother Yangyang."

"You really, give some sunshine and it will be brilliant." Sun Yangyang took the tea cup and put it on the table casually: "It's hot, let it cool for a while. By the way, haven't you eaten? Want to eat? I'll call someone to deliver it to you." .Don’t talk about dumplings.”

Sun Deyi squinted his mouth, thinking hard: "Brother Yangyang, what do you say is delicious? Roast duck? Quanjude?"

"You have to eat it in the shop." Sun Yangyang waved his hand: "I have a friend who cooks a family banquet, which is not open to the public. His ancestors were imperial cooks, and the roast duck is better than Quanjude. You don't lose it when you slap your mouth. Take you two there. Let me take a look now," Sun Yangyang raised his hand to check the time: "It's almost three o'clock, let's deal with it. Hey, I'm proud, you leave your friends to eat alone every day, don't you think Are you uneasy?"

"Speak slowly." The big man was a little dazed, trying to mobilize his clever brain, trying to connect with Sun Yangyang's thinking: "Duck at night? OK. It's three o'clock, yes. Little proud, I like this name, Brother Yangyang My little pride, hehe. Woo!"

The blue-eyed Sun Deyi discovered the New World, grabbed Sun Yangyang's wrist, and pointed to the watch: "Patek Philippe 5296 Platinum watch, I have the same one."

Agitated, Sun Deyi forgot that Chinese grammar is different from English.

Sun Yangyang patted his hand away and laughed, true or false: "I bought it on Xiushui Street, Patek Philippe Platinum 180 Dayang, fine imitation, understand?"

Sun Deyi tilted his head in doubt: "Xiushui Street? Where? An exact imitation?"

"It's fake. It's cheap." Sun Yangyang didn't bother to ask him any more, so he simply sent a message to his friend in a nearby private restaurant, first to reserve a table for dinner, and second, to ask him to send a copy of Yangzhou fried rice to the silly The big one satiates the hunger.

"Brother Yangyang," Sun Deyi pursed his lips, straight-balling: "Are you poor? Why do you buy fake ones? May I give you one as a gift?"

"No." Sun Yangyang sighed again. He must have lost his brain to make such a joke with a crooked nut: "Just kidding. It was a gift from my 20th birthday friend. The real thing."

The kid, who couldn't grasp the essence of Chinese jokes at all, made a dizzy expression: "Brother Yangyang, you are so funny."

"By the way," Sun Yangyang remembered one thing: "There was a church meeting on the sixth day of the junior high school, and I took you a bumpkin to broaden your horizons?"

"Tanghui?" Poor Sun Deyi found that the little Chinese he had learned from his Chinese father was not enough, so he had to humbly ask for advice: "What is a Tanghui? Do you eat?"

"I just know how to eat." Sun Yangyang laughed loudly, with a unique sense of satisfaction as a teacher: "A friend's old man is a descendant of the Manchu nobles. Don't ask what is a descendant. I can't explain it to you. Every sixth day The hall meeting will be lively. From the afternoon to the first half of the night, it will be about [-] o’clock. There will be national quintessence Peking Opera, Kunqu Opera, Beijing Rhyme Drum, Single String and so on. The old people rest early at night, and after [-] o’clock it will be our The world is over."

The young man stretched his waist, the smell of alcohol dissipated slowly, and he felt a kind of laziness and comfort: "Some like-minded friends and bands will discuss and exchange ideas. They are very interesting people and can inspire a lot. inspiration."

Sun Deyi understood everything in Yang Yang's intentionally slowed-down speech rate. The more he listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he was obviously excited: "The band? That's great! I like to exchange ideas! I like erhu, I like China, the quintessence of the country! Also, I know Hou Yi. Hou Yi shoots the sun." The big man made a foolish pose of drawing a bow and archery, and Sun Yangyang's stomach ached from laughing.

After drinking half a cup of tea, the silly Yangzhou fried rice arrived.

Sun Deyi, who did not understand the profoundness of Chinese food, was shocked when he opened the exquisite food box: "OohmyGod!"

Sun Yangyang knew the reason without looking.I was quite proud of showing off in my heart: "My friend is a very particular person. It is said that authentic Yangzhou fried rice has 44 kinds of ingredients. I think his [-] kinds are already very good."

Proud Joey actually used a spoon to pull the rice grains and began to count the ingredients: "Shrimp diced, this should be diced pork, what is this red one? Oh ham, where is this?"

Sun Yangyang simply took over by himself and continued: "Sausage, cucumber, carrot, mushroom, corn, pea, garlic sprouts, sea cucumber, shrimp, scallops, chicken breast, eggs, ham, winter bamboo shoots, duck gizzard, shallots, celery, japonica rice."

"Why are rice grains golden?" Sun Deyi was curious.

"This is called golden fried rice." Sun Yangyang thought that fortunately he had asked this question before, so he would not be asked now: "You can't see broken scrambled eggs in it, right? It's the egg yolks that have been broken up. When the pot is just hot, cook with the rice." After mixing, every grain of rice is coated with egg liquid, and the grains are clear and golden, but no eggs can be seen in the whole fried rice. How is it, isn’t it amazing?”

Sun Deyi was overwhelmed by the extensive and profound Chinese cuisine. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know what words to use to describe it more accurately: "This is really..."

"Exquisite." Sun Yangyang fed a word at the right time, relaxed his body and leaned on the sofa: "Eat quickly, while it's hot."

Watching Joey eating with a spoon and almost wagging his tail to enjoy it, Sun Yangyang became curious and chatted with him: "I said classmate Sun Deyi——"

"Little proud." Swallowing the food in his mouth, the big man corrected him: "What's your name."

Sun Yangyang ignored him: "Your mother is French and your father is American, so you are of American-French blood, right?"

"My mother is Italian-French, and my father is German-American." Sun Deyi squinted his eyes, his face full of happiness and intoxication: "Chinese food is so delicious, Brother Yangyang, you are so happy."

"That's it," Sun Yangyang thinks of his various unaccustomed diets every time he goes abroad, and thinks deeply: "In terms of eating, there is no other country in the world that can compare with China. Knowing the Chinese ancestors Do you have a full banquet? Do you know how many dishes the ancient emperors had for each meal? Do you know that each cuisine is served on the table with special skills, and the cooking skills in it are as light as it is? You don’t understand these things.”

"I don't understand, but I know how to eat." Sun Deyi shook his head, and added suspiciously: "I read related articles, it seems that there are [-] dishes? I can't finish it, how do you say that word?... Yes, extravagance and waste. Yes, it’s best if the food is just finished, and it can’t be wasted. People in some poor countries still don’t have enough to eat.”

Sun Yangyang propped his chin: "Joey, are you planning to serve in the military? If you become a soldier, you may go to fight in those poor countries you mentioned."

"I'm a pacifist and I hate war." A box full of fried rice was empty, blue eyes pulled out a tissue and shook: "Those fanatical warmaniac, just like... Mm, Hitler, yes, Hitler, my grandfather It's German. Fortunately, those genetics turned into rock and roll, not war." Joey shrugged and wiped his mouth with a tissue: "Invading other countries, for the sake of energy and interests, under the banner of justice, shameful. My dad said Yes. I feel the same way. Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, it's not good."

Sun Yangyang smiled: "I really didn't see it, Xiao Deyi is still a very honest and good boy."

"Yes, good boy." Unexpectedly, Sun Deyi ran up to Sun Yangyang, rubbing against the pulley chair, and leaned over with an enlarged face: "I still have many advantages, many many virtues! Brother Yangyang, you must like it!"