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The rock music with a strong sense of rhythm kept impacting the auditory nerves. Meng Qinshi found a place to sit in the rehearsal venue of Jiang Shen and his band, and he was still carrying two taels of fried chestnuts. As late autumn approached, the sugar-fried chestnuts became It has become the most popular snack in the streets and alleys.He sat on the high chair, swayed with his legs crossed, and kept tapping his fingertips.

Jiang Shen sang the last line of the lyrics, and then Wen Che finished with a smooth drum set. The two connected seamlessly. Meng Qinshi threw a chestnut shell on the table and applauded perfunctorily: "Good! You are indeed a golden partner!"

"Heh." Jiang Shen sneered, took off the bass hanging on his body and put it on the shelf, then stepped off the stage with a cold face, opened the refrigerator door, touched a can of beer, and opened the lid of the soda can with one hand. He took a sip for himself.

Wen Che's expression didn't seem too good either. After finishing, he threw the drum stick aside, and then sat alone in front of the drum set in a daze. It seemed that this posture was a little unpleasant.

Meng Qinshi saw that something was wrong, he hooked his fingers at Zhuang Yiming, and said in a small voice after he got closer, "Are you two arguing?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Yiming answered casually while helping to tune the guitar: "There was a quarrel two days ago, so I almost got to do it."

"Can't you?" Meng Qinshi was surprised, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them.

Meng Qinshi knew them when they were in junior high school. At that time, they were inseparable like conjoined twins. Wherever there is Wen Che, there must be Jiang Shen; Young master, he hasn't suffered much since he was a child, and he has a fair and delicate face, which has always attracted girls.

From the first year of junior high school to the second year of high school, the girlfriends who have taught probably can form a volleyball team——

Jiang Shen is completely different. Although he looks gentle and easy to get along with, he is poor when he gets to know him well, but in fact he is quite a man of the city. After a long time, you will find that he is not easy to get close to; so even he has grown a good skin. , It is also a waste of time, a single dog in ten thousand years.But he has quite a few small fans. There are tens of thousands of fans in his live broadcast room, and some of them are loyal to his live broadcast.

But it is undeniable that Jiang Shen took care of many of Wen Che's messes; when Wen Che was in junior high school, he dated two girlfriends at the same time, and it ended up being ruined. There were a group of people who dared not leave the school gate, and it was Jiang Shen who went ahead to deal with them for him, so Wen Che dared to leave school and go home.

Zhuang Yiming tried the sound, swept a few chords casually, and said lazily: "If you want me to say, it's Wen Che who wants to die, making endless flirtations, how many messes has Jiang Shen cleaned up for him? As a result, he still lost his temper with others."

Meng Qinshi was confused when he heard it, and while the two of them were not around, he asked curiously, "Did I miss something?"

"What could it be? Isn't it just the big wave of the vocational high school." Zhuang Yiming stretched his waist, stretched his neck twice, and said in a low voice: "Didn't we have a fight with someone? Two days ago, Jiang Shen found out Young Master Wen was still chatting happily with that big wave on Wechat, and he became angry on the spot, so angry that he dropped Wen Che's newly bought mobile phone, smashed it hard, and it shattered."

Meng Qinshi was startled when he heard that, raised his eyebrows, and showed an expression of disbelief: "Jiang Shen is so fierce?"

"Are you angry? If you were you, you would have to be angry." Zhuang Yiming seemed to be completely on Jiang Shen's side: "For him, he fought with someone, but in the end, this person did not change his nature. I will stand for Jiang Shen." not worth."

When the phone was dropped, Wen Che became enraged on the spot, had a fight with Jiang Shen, and overturned Jiang Shen's desk with one palm.Textbooks and workbooks were scattered all over the floor, and the students who were dozing off at the front desk had their books smashed on their foreheads. They turned their heads to look at Jiang Shen's cold swishing face, full of anger but did not dare to say anything.

The two never spoke again, from the Cold War to today.Zhuang Yiming talked with their band guitarist Song Jingtong, and the two reluctantly agreed to rehearse tonight, otherwise tomorrow night's performance must be cold.

"Come on, Jingtong, try the tone." Zhuang Yiming reached out and handed the guitar to Song Jingtong, motioning him to try the tone.

Song Jingtong thanked him with a smile, took it over and plucked the strings twice, and then took up the conversation: "But, Wen Che told me that the woman was pestering him and refused to let him go, and that Wen Che dared to delete her friend, so she ran away." Wen Che and his family are going to make trouble."

"So fierce?" Meng Qinshi was dumbfounded.

Song Jingtong replied while packing the guitar: "That's right, the two of them..."

"Is it over?!" Not far away, Jiang Shen's voice sounded, with strong dissatisfaction, he said to these gossip-filled humans with a cold face, "Do you still want to eat?"

Meng Qinshi followed the sound and turned around, smiled and stepped forward to hook Jiang Shen's neck: "Eat! Let's go, I invite you to eat hot pot, with butter and spicy soup base, no clear soup for fun!"

"What kind of spicy soup are you eating?" Jiang Shen said angrily as he walked, "Mandarin duck pot! I'm going to be on stage tomorrow."

"Oh, an excuse!" Meng Qinshi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You used to eat spicy food the first day you came to the stage, didn't you?"

Jiang Shen rolled his eyes at him: "You are the only one who talks too much."

Who doesn't know that Young Master Wen is so pampered that he can't eat chili, and when he eats chili, his whole body turns red, as if he drank a box of Erguotou.

After Qin Jin cleaned up the last table, when he looked up and saw Meng Qin standing across the street, his cold brows and eyes softened instantly. He turned around and went to the dressing room to change back his clothes, and greeted the boss. Then he pushed open the door of the coffee shop with his schoolbag on his back.As the night fell, Meng Qinshi's shadow was stretched by the street lamps. He waved at Qin Jin, and raised the corners of his mouth as the latter gradually walked in.

"I'm here to pick you up for dinner. They've reserved a spot in Haidilao." The scarf Meng Qinshi took off hung around Qin Jin's neck, wrapping him tightly.

Qin Jin looked up at his red nose from the cold: "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long." Meng Qinshi rubbed his hands, his eyes shining like stars: "It's okay, two or ten minutes."

Thanks to Qin Jin, there are basically no vacancies in the coffee shop now, and there is a queue to be called when it is time to get off work. Meng Qinshi is not good and always occupies a table by himself. Although the boss didn’t say anything, it took a long time It's always a little embarrassing.

"Are you stupid?" Qin Jin gently held the other's slightly stiff and cold hand. He had just come out of the coffee shop, and his palm was still dry and warm. He put the other's hand into his pocket while talking. : "Let's go."

A warm current flowed from his fingertips to the bottom of his heart. Meng Qinshi's eyebrows and eyes formed a beautiful arc, and the smile in his eyes was hard to hide. He suddenly felt that it would be no big deal if he waited for more than an hour, anyway. value.

In the night sky, the stars are twinkling, and a crescent moon hangs in the sky. In late autumn, the sycamore trees along the street have fallen to the ground, leaving only the dead branches of a tree.

"Xiao Jin, I'm going to the game the day after tomorrow, do you want to come and see?" Meng Qinshi asked him.

"Look." Qin Jin responded briefly, and the two of them turned across the intersection together. As soon as they entered the mall, he took Meng Qinshi's hand out of his pocket, cleanly and without any trace of nostalgia.

With his hands empty, Meng Qin looked down at his hands, curled his lips a little disappointed.

Qin Jin looked back at him: "Still leaving? Hungry."

"Oh." Meng Qinshi followed.

Noticing the trace of depression in his mood, Qin Jin deliberately slowed down, walked side by side with him, and said in a voice that the two of them could hear: "There are too many people in the shopping mall, so we'll wait until we go home."

Haidilao on the fifth floor is overcrowded. They made early reservations and have already ordered food in the box. Although the atmosphere is still a bit strange, there are two empty seats between Wen Che and Jiang Shen, and they don’t even look at each other. glance.

They are just like two elementary school students who are arguing——

"Yo, here we come." The door was opened, and when Wen Che saw Qin Jin and Meng Qin at the door, he forced a smile to say hello.

Meng Qinshi pulled him in with a smile, and as soon as he sat down, he reached for the order tablet, muttering something in his mouth: "Let me see what you all ordered..."

Qin Jin is sitting next to him, and Jiang Shen is on the right. This person is not in the mood today. He is playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He seems to be indifferent to everything around him. The air pressure is very low. lead singer of the band.

"Mutton is not good! Fat lamb rolls are not good either! Don't use mandarin duck pot, get four squares. Qin Jin likes to drink tomato soup." Meng Qinshi pointed on the tablet while talking.

When Wen Che heard that the sheep's head was not good, he immediately became anxious: "What's wrong? Why is the lamb not good?"

"He doesn't eat mutton." Meng Qin didn't even look back at him.

"Damn it!" Wen Che's eyes widened, "It's fine if you don't eat mutton and don't pinch it."

"No!" Meng Qinshi accentuated his tone, and stopped Wen Che who was trying to rush over to snatch the tablet from his hand: "You boiled the mutton pot and it smelled like mutton, how can he eat it?"

If it's normal, it's fine, Wen Che doesn't look at Meng Qin's face, but also Qin Jin who seldom feeds them once.It can be heard that the young master had just quarreled with his good brother in the past two days, and recently he was angry, so he stopped now and insisted on rushing over to grab the tablet to add his mutton, and the two of them twisted into a ball.

Jiang Shen, who had been playing with his phone all night, was finally willing to look up. He snatched the tablet from Meng Qinshi's hand, calmly added mutton and fat lamb rolls, and then chose to place an order.

"Damn it, Jiang Shen! You bastard!" Meng Qinshi gritted his teeth while looking at the mutton on the menu.

Jiang Shen clicked his tongue impatiently: "Sigongge, can't we make a special boiled mutton? What are you arguing about?"

Wen Che, who was dancing around, became obedient now, and obediently sat back in his seat, lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, looking a little aggrieved with drooping eyebrows and eyes.

"Hey, let me tell you, you must come to my competition the day after tomorrow, do you hear me?" Meng Qinshi announced to several people while helping Qin Jin iron the dishes.

Zhuang Yiming shook his head with a smile: "No, I see you tormenting rookies? If you don't go, those people are too miserable. In the competition in the whole city last year, the third middle school student who played against you in singles almost cried because of you All right?"

"If you don't go, who will cheer for me?" Meng Qin became unhappy, and threw the toilet paper into a ball towards Zhuang Yiming.

"That's not easy, you let..." Zhuang Yiming's eyes rested on Qin Jin's face, this cold and frigid face, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a personality that can cheer for others on the court.Afterwards, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "It's so simple, let me call Xiaobai for you, I promise he will definitely want to see it, maybe he can talk to you during the intermission." Why don't you come to some cheerleading, what a face."

Meng Qinshi glared at him, and then felt that the air pressure around him dropped a lot, he glanced at Qin Jin who was looking down at his phone from the corner of his eye, thinking about whether he should say something to ease the atmosphere.

I saw Qin Jin flicking his phone indifferently, his eyes reflected all kinds of hot news on Sina Weibo, and said in a neutral tone: "It's pretty good, it fits your temperament of a reserve champion."