Things can always be paired successfully

Lian Xiao and Liao Ran walked over, greeted them and sat down.

Zhang Xi first introduced his friend: "As you mentioned last time when you came here, the handsome guy riding a horse you met on the pilgrimage road, Lin Jia."

Lin Jia said hello to them.

Lian Xiao and the others briefly introduced themselves, and the four of them knew each other, and they just made enough for a table of mahjong.

It's a pity that there is no mahjong in the bar, so they just drank beer and chatted.

Zhang Xi said: "Your mother said that you also like to sing, and you also compose lyrics and music yourself, right?"

Liao Ran smiled: "It's just a matter of heart."

"Very good, did you record it?" Zhang Xi said.

"No, it's impossible."

Zhang Yu offered a sip of wine to Liao Ran: "Don't tell me, many of us who sang in bars have recorded records at our own expense, whether they can be sold or not is one thing, but if we like it, it's another thing to keep it as a souvenir. "

Liao Ran smiled, and said a little embarrassedly: "I haven't been in the recording studio to record, so I took the recording software and played the guitar myself to record a little bit."

Zhang Xi and Lian Xiao raised their eyebrows at the same time.

Why didn't I hear you tell me?Lian Xiao glared at him, how many fucking things have you kept from me in private!

Lian Xiao rushed in front of Zhang Yu and said, "Send it to me! You boy, you didn't think of giving it to me at the first time!"

Liao Ran: "..."

Zhang Xi: "..."

Lin Jia: "..."

Seeing the way Lian Xiao gritted his teeth, Zhang Xi thought he wanted it too, so he had to give up after thinking about it, so as not to be beaten to death by the jealous king Lian Xiao on the spot.

Like a puppy comforting Liao Ran, he sent the audio he saved in his phone to Lian Xiao, and typed: "Good boy, don't make trouble."

Lian Xiao replied viciously: "My exclusive version! If you dare to send it to others, you will die!"

Liao Ran sent him the song "Tea Time", I have time and you have tea.

In Lian Xiao's eyes, Liao Ran is like a cup of weak tea, which has a long-lasting sweetness, and he can't help but want to sip it all the time.

Although Zhang Yu didn't ask for the audio, he proposed a bolder idea: "Liao Ran, let's sing a song together on stage?"

Both of them are people who like music, so they naturally have common topics.

Liao Ran immediately agreed: "Okay, can you play the drums? Or do you play the bass?"

"I can do it!"

Lian Xiao: "..."

Lin Jia: "..."

Zhang Yu: "Hey? Why don't you sing "mylove" by Xicheng? I heard that they disbanded for several years, and they came back again. See you soon!"

"Okay," Liao Ran said, "I heard that song badly when I was a child, now pick it up and sing it, to get back the feeling of the past."

Lin Jia clapped her hands: "It's good, it's about feelings!"

Zhang Xi: "..."

Lian Xiao responded: "Yes, my love, how good it is!"

Liao Ran: "..."

With two bangs, two jars of vinegar were overturned, and the whole bar was so sour.

When they really sang on stage, they became a trio of Liao Ran, Zhang Yu, and Jialan.

Liao Ran and Zhang Bi are the lead singers, and Sister Lan is in charge of backing vocals.

The singing of the three people won rounds of applause from the audience.

But Liao Ran didn't dare to take his eyes off Lian Xiao from the beginning to the end. He was afraid that this guy would rush up and arrest him if he heard half of it, so he took him to a corner and rubbed him.

Even on the way back, the guy was still aggrieved.

"It's so beautiful," Lian Xiao put his arms around his shoulders, his bones creaked, "I'm so affectionate that I'm about to cry."

"..."

"You too," Liao Ran couldn't stand him, "Singing a song can make you so angry, you stingy."

Seeing Sister Lan walking in front, Lian Xiao slowed down a little and said, "That Zhang Yu and Lin Jia are a couple, right?"

"Ah, I guess so."

"I saw him staring at Zhang Yu, forgetting himself so much."

Liao Ran laughed: "At least his face is not bulging, unlike yours, his whole face is just a ball."

After speaking, Liao Ran puffed up her face.

"Really?" Lian Xiao said, "Am I that obvious?"

"Nonsense," Liao Ran clicked his tongue and squinted, "It made Zhang Yu want to call the police on the stage. The fire|drug smell in your eyes, don't you not like dumplings?"

"what."

"Then why are you so jealous!"

"..."

The activities of the Lantern Festival allowed a group of backpackers who could not return home after traveling outside to feel the warmth of home in a foreign land.

Several large tables were placed in the yard, with several large pots on them, filled with glutinous rice flour, peanut kernels, cooked sesame seeds, dry flour and water.

In the spirit of cherishing food and ensuring that everyone can eat decent glutinous rice balls, the aunt in the cafeteria personally supervises the work.

Lao Li walked over unsteadily, and was about to squeeze a glutinous rice ball when he was kicked out by his aunt.

"Did you wash your hands? I didn't see it! If you do this again, I will put a basin of alcohol here to disinfect you!!"

Lian Xiao saw Lao Li running away with his tail between his legs, his heart skipped a beat, and he decided not to join in the fun.

He squatted in the distance smoking a cigarette, watching Liao Ran wrapping glutinous rice balls seriously in an apron. The first few were considered warm-up work, and the wrapped ones were not round or flat, but the aunt did not criticize and correct him, and even praised him He has a personality.

Lian Xiao: "..."

If Lao Li saw it, he would probably cry blind.

The others were all very serious at first, and being stared at by the aunt, each of them couldn't do it well. Later, the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed, and they started talking and laughing.

Put the first pot of glutinous rice balls into the pot.

Fished out after cooking, as expected, two or three out of ten were scattered, and the success rate was about [-]%.

Everyone doesn't care so much, no matter whether you eat the stuffing or just the skin, you will feel sweet in your heart.

Liao Ran was holding a big bowl filled with some glutinous rice balls and walked towards Lian Xiao.

When Lian Xiao saw that his face was covered with a layer of flour, he felt happy and clicked his tongue: "How did you make it? It's all over your face! Did you use your face to knead it?"

Liao Ran smiled and smeared his face with the back of his hand, making his face even more pale.

"Hey."

Lian Xiao found a tissue to wipe Liao Ran's face, Liao Ran held a bowl, blew on it, and said steamingly, "Come, try my handicraft."

Lian Xiao raised his eyebrows: "How do you know that you packed these? Did you leave a mark?"

"No," Liao Ran said secretly, "I cook the stove in a small pot."

Lian Xiao picked up the spoon, scooped up a glutinous rice ball, put it to his mouth and blew carefully: "I want to eat first!"

"Yeah." Liao Ran nodded.

Lian Xiao ate the glutinous rice balls into his mouth, it was a little hot, he breathed out, and swirled in his mouth a few times before he swallowed the glutinous rice balls, which made Liao Ran very happy.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious," Lian Xiao breathed out, "it's so sweet to the bottom of my tongue."

He also scooped one up for Liao Ran, fearing it would be hot, so he blew it carefully for a long time.

Liao Ran laughed and said, "If you blow on it again, it will almost freeze!"

He was willing to put it into Liao Ran's mouth.

There were eight in the first bowl, Lian Xiao ate three by himself, and five for Liao Ran.

Seeing Liao Ran walking away with the bowl satisfied, he felt for the first time that the sweeter and greasy the glutinous rice balls, the better.

Tonight Lian Xiao and Liao Ran ate three bowls together for the first time, usually, two of them would be enough for him.

Lao Wang was even worse, standing at the side bowl after bowl, eating endlessly like a recycling bin.

Lian Xiao walked over and asked him, "Aren't you tired of eating?"

"Not greasy," Pharaoh burped, "serve it in soup, if you feel the sweetness and swallow it, you won't get greasy."

"..."

"Isn't brown sugar water sweet?" Lian Xiao asked again.

"Brown sugar water isn't so greasy. It's good to eat some hot ones in cold weather." Lao Wang sniffled his nose, dripping sweat from the tip of his nose. "I only eat glutinous rice balls once a year, so I have to eat enough."

The Lantern Festival is also once a year.

In the evening, after Liao Ran cooked a bowl for Sister Lan, he went to the bar to pick up people by himself, and even Xiao stayed in the inn to wash and wash.

Lian Xiao carried a basket of dirty clothes, sighed and walked towards the bathroom.

He couldn't remember how many times he had done laundry for the two of them.

When Lian Xiao was not around, Liao Ran would wash by herself and help Sister Lan, but when Lian Xiao came, Liao Ran would throw her to him to wash, while she continued to wash for Sister Lan.

Lian Xiao didn't know about this, and if he found out, domestic violence might happen.

Lian Xiao was standing next to the sink with a cigarette in his mouth, rubbing his clothes diligently. In the past at school, he washed clothes in several steps, adding water, soaking, smoking, and symbolically rubbing after smoking. The water leaves.

Boys wash clothes like this, it doesn't matter if they are clean or not, the key is that they have been washed.

He puts more effort into washing Liao Ran's clothes, and he will check them after washing, and he will pass only if they are spotless.

For Liao Ran, he had to be clean.

After washing the clothes and drying them one by one, Lian Xiao went back to the room and took his last puff of cigarette before he took out his mobile phone.

During the Lantern Festival, I have to take the initiative to make a phone call to my family.

Ever since he took the first bite of glutinous rice balls, he has been thinking about this matter in his heart, but he has never had the courage. Seeing that the time is getting late, and if he does not fight anymore, the family will have to rest, so he mustered up the courage.

After the phone rang a few times, his mother picked it up.

"Hello, Lian Xiao."

"Mom, it's me," Lian Xiao's heart was beating, "Did you sleep?"

"Well, you didn't sleep either?"

"No, I just ate some glutinous rice balls, have you cooked them at home?"

The two chatted casually, but Lian Xiao could hear the tiredness and unease in his mother's voice.

"Mom, what happened?" Lian Xiao finally asked, his heart beating accordingly.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before he said, "Your dad needs to be checked tonight."

Lian Xiao frowned: "Check?"

"Your dad is in the hospital."

"..."

Lao Li and Lao Wang were in a daze in the bar on the roof, Lao Li was flipping through the book, and Lao Wang watched himself die in the game.

Lian Xiao ran to the roof of the building in three steps at a time, pushed open the door hastily, and shouted: "Old Li! Lend me your car!"

Everyone in the bar was taken aback, and all looked at Lian Xiao standing at the door.

Lao Li's energy was frightened, he and Lao Wang looked at each other for a second, and then walked out of the bar.

There must be something, otherwise why didn't he ask Liao Ran to borrow a car.

Lian Xiao wanted to rush back to Shenzhen, but there was no direct flight, so he could only take a flight to Guangzhou after midnight, and then take a taxi back from Guangzhou.

There were still about three hours before the plane took off, and Lian Xiao had already bought the ticket, but he was very flustered.

Because of his father, and because of Liao Ran.

"How is the situation at home?" Lao Li asked.

"My mother said that she was admitted to the hospital yesterday. The specific cause of the disease was not found out, and I didn't ask much about it on the phone." Even Xiao's smoking hand was shaking.

Lao Li patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, I'll drive you to the airport."

"Ah."

Lian Xiao didn't dare to look at Lao Li and Lao Wang directly, so he could only turn his head away, look in other directions, and smoked a cigarette distractedly.

One after another, until the bottom of the cigarette box was exhausted, he didn't ask Lao Li for it, and Lao Li didn't offer to give it.

Old Wang said: "What do you say about Liao Ran?"

"do not know."

Lian Xiao lowered his head, looked at the same pair of hiking shoes, sniffed, and said again: "I don't know."