Dangerous game

There is a new Xiaotang Shengjian near Liangxi Road. It is said that the taste is very good. The long queue can turn around to the door of the next door. Ouyang Xiaocong and his company are on Liangxi Road. After work, he stopped by Buy a copy and go back.

Jiang Bei changed the water in the fish tank. He just had time to play with chess. He played chess with his left hand and his right hand. He could entertain himself by himself.

"I'm back." Ouyang Xiaocong changed his shoes and entered the door, raised the food bag in his hand, "Hurry up for the newly opened pan-fried shop next to our company."

Jiang Bei was thinking about how to make a move, and he had a pretentious demeanor, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

"Prawn."

Jiang Bei immediately jumped out of the sofa, took the bag and opened it, the whole process took less than two seconds, "Let's go eat hot pot together some other day, I'll call Xiao Yan too."

"Who is the guest?"

Jiangbei Tower pulled his face, "I'll please. Oh, by the way, I changed the water for you in your fish tank, and one died."

"It's weird." Ouyang Xiaocong walked to the fish tank, tilted his neck to look in, and murmured, "Is it too hot? There are only a few of them in total, and they are almost dead."

Jiangbei's side has already eaten it, and his mouth is slicking and oily, "Maybe, why don't you add some ice cubes to them to cool them down?"

"Fuck you."

This fish tank is Ouyang Xiaocong's treasure. Since his salary has been raised again, he is as rich and powerful as he is, so he has to keep a pet for everything. No cats and dogs are left unattended. No, after thinking about it, he can only raise a few small goldfish .

Jiang Bei followed behind, working hard like a nanny, changing water, feeding fish feed, playing with them, whatever, just play around.

"Ding ding ding—" the phone rang.

Jiang Bei swallowed the prawns in his mouth, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and when he got the phone to clear the screen, his eyes turned cold unnaturally.

"So what?"

"Brother Jiangbei, are you free tomorrow? I have something to do with you." There was a timid male voice on the phone.

Jiang Bei didn't want to hear the boy play dumb with him, so he asked bluntly, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"I don't have enough money, can you lend me some money, and I will pay you back next month."

Jiang Bei said angrily: "Zhou Yang, how many times is this? Are you still gambling online?"

The boy didn't dare to speak, which means he acquiesced.

"See you at the old place tomorrow." Jiang Bei put down the phone after finishing speaking.

Ouyang Xiaocong rolled his eyes a few times, grabbed a handful of fish food and threw it into the tank leisurely, the fish pecked at the small fish food in groups, swaggered their tails happily for a while, swaggered to the left, to the right for a while, for fun.

"Zhou Ming's brother?" Ouyang Xiaocong asked lightly.

"Magic barrier."

"Hey, the mud can't support the wall, why do you always care about him?"

"Let's be free." Jiang Bei glanced in Comrade Xiao Cong's direction, and muttered belatedly: "I seem to have fed them just now..."

"Fuck! Don't say it earlier!"

It has been almost two years since the car accident. Zhou Ming's name was hardly mentioned. His parents came to the rented house to make a scene a few times, but nothing came of it. Jiang Bei mailed their son's clothes and trousers together. When he returned to his hometown, he couldn't see what he couldn't see, and being in mourning couldn't solve anything. His heart was getting harder every day.

Last year, I also tried to date a boyfriend. He was young, dressed in a punk style, yelling that he loved him all day and night, and that he wanted to give his heart to him. Jiangbei couldn't bear it at his age, and they broke up after talking for a month.

Affected by that little lover, Jiang Bei's clothes are quite different from before. His short curly hair has grown longer, and he has a small braid behind his head. Those ripped denims and skull rings are so strange and adjusted to his body. As soon as you stand in the crowd, others will know: ah, this is an artist.

If you don't get in touch with him every day, at first glance, you won't recognize him at all, so people will think: what did this man look like before?After concentrating carefully, I couldn't remember anything, so I had to give up.

I made an appointment with Zhou Yang at the Starbucks on Dongdazhi Street, which was close to where the kid lived. When he opened the door and walked in, Jiangbei saw a young man leaning against the window with two cups of ordered coffee on the table.

"Here we come." Jiang Bei said hello and sat down, lifted the lid of the coffee in front of him, raised his head and grunted, pursed his lips and said, "There's too much sugar."

Zhou Yang stammered, "Brother Jiangbei, my..."

Jiang Bei interrupted him: "Long story short."

"They made me have to pay back the money this week, and I'm still short," Zhou Yang weighed Jiang Bei's face, and said falteringly, "I'm still short of [-]."

Jiang Bei was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about what to say next. He lazily cast his eyes out of the window. It was past the beginning of winter, and it was not that cold. There were people wearing anything on the street. A child was led by his mother He walked, staggered and staggered across the road, the overly fat winter padded jacket, compared with the adult's tight skirt, was more soft and cute.

He turned his head and glanced at the useless young man opposite, "Open the receipt and payment."

"Hey."

Jiang Bei transferred [-] yuan to him, and said in a low voice: "You don't have to pay back the money, and don't call me again in the future. I can't help you with this little salary. I will send all your brother's things. Your family sent it back, and he also left an Apple mobile phone, do you want it, I want to go back and get it for you."

Zhou Yang lowered his head and said in shame, "Brother Jiangbei, I'm sorry, I won't dare next time."

"I'm going back, you can do it yourself."

The ripped denim on his legs could no longer withstand the weather. Jiang Bei thought about going back and putting on long johns inside, preferably in the same color as his jeans. He tightened his jacket and stepped into the crowd.

Suddenly, someone called "Mr. Jiang" from behind, twice in a row.

Jiang Bei didn't think it was calling him, he continued to walk, and the people behind came up and patted him on the back, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Bei looked back, and saw a man with a crew cut in front of him, wearing a gray overalls over his suit and trousers, smiling kindly with rippling eyes, "It's me, Aping."

Jiang Bei smiled: "It's you, I almost didn't recognize it."

A Ping also smiled, his eyes sparkling, obviously he hadn't recovered from the shock, "I didn't dare to admit it, I just watched it for a long time, Mr. Jiang, you, you have changed too much."

"Hey, those who are engaged in art, the boys in our unit are all dressed up like this, looking young."

This made a girl next to Ah Ping laugh.

It turned out that this was A Ping's girlfriend, and A Ping was here to go shopping with her today, which happened to be the weekend, so Shen Munan didn't need to pick him up.

"Mr. Jiang, you are shopping alone." A Ping asked with a smile.

Jiang Bei shuddered twice. The wind had just entered the hole, and his leg bones shivered. "No, I came here with my friend. He has something to do, so he's going back first."

"It just so happens that Xiaohui and I are going to boil mutton, do you want to go together?"

"No, no, I still have something to do at home, so I'm in a hurry to go back."

Ah Ping really had nothing to say, and said politely: "Then Xiaohui and I will go first, Mr. Jiang, goodbye."

"Go, go." Jiang Bei didn't bother to exchange greetings, and waved his hand, "Goodbye."

Jiang Bei was not in a hurry to go back. He went shopping in the mall and bought two long johns for himself. Seeing that the weather was getting colder and colder, if he wore such ripped trousers, he would have cold legs.

Passing by the fruit shop, he also picked out a long-blooming golden pillow durian and took it home. He was going to try the secret recipe of Internet celebrity microwave roasted durian, and he had prepared the air fragrance in advance.

The consequences of the experiment were very serious. Ouyang Xiaocong came back from work after eight o'clock, pinched his nose and probed in, as if he was trapped in a miasma forest, and walked slowly step by step, feeling that he could suffocate to death in minutes. He didn't dare to find the target until he found the target Make a sound—"Damn it, are you fucking cooking shit at home?"

Jiang Bei didn't answer him. He put on insulated gloves and carefully brought out the durian meat. Probably because he was also smoked, he made a nasal sound and frowned, "Well, it really stinks."

"I'm convinced." Comrade Xiao Cong hurriedly opened the window to ventilate the room to disperse the stench.

Jiangbei has made a lot of creative inventions in the past two years, whether they are imagined by himself or imitated from the Internet, there are dozens of dark dishes, big and small, few of which are satisfactory, and most of them only use ingredients For the sake of spoiling, Ouyang Xiaocong pointed out to him later: "If you really like messing around so much, why don't you just start a food broadcast, you can't fix a big stomach king, then you specialize in this kind of dark cuisine, there must be many fans. These days, when people are idle, they just like to see fools like you fooling around."

Then Jiang Bei became the "two idiots" performing for netizens, ordering food and broadcasting videos regularly, and occasionally giving rewards from local tyrants. There are audiences under the screen, and he can talk to himself alone.

Two years is not a short time, enough for him to go from 0 fans to 10 fans, with more and more viewers, and more and more flower rewards, he is almost madly in love with this feeling of being surrounded by everyone , It's better than staying alone in the bedroom in a daze.

"Hello, good evening, everyone. Today I tried a microwave oven-baked durian that is very popular on the Internet. Well, this taste, you can imagine for yourself..."

Jiang Bei closed the door and started talking to himself again today.