Wildfire Mambo

For Jian Zhuo, the Spring Festival is not much different from the rest of the days except that his favorite hot pot noodle shop is closed, and it also has its own negative buff.

In the past ten days, he did nothing except complete the first task after being fooled into OSOM by Qi Yike, and recorded 2019Cypher with nine other brothers. He was even so bored that he watched the reruns of the Spring Festival Gala on five TV stations.

For the first time, it was rare for him to feel that it was time to break the ice with his sister, just because yesterday his sister gave him a like in Moments after a long absence.

Jian Zhuo decided to end the Cold War in a real sense, so he went to Jian Mo's circle of friends in a courteous manner, and gave her a thumbs up in the sense of "North and South Korean diplomatic relations".It wasn't until he pressed the heart shape that he took a closer look at the content of the circle of friends, and learned that Teacher Jian was going to start a fierce battle with her slave who was a third-year junior high school student from the fourth day of the first lunar month.

Why are kids so miserable now.Jane thought about it.

He and Jian Mo made an appointment to have dinner together on the fourth night of the first lunar month, but he didn't wait until Jian Mo came out, so Jian Zhuo sat in the KFC outside the school until the cleaning clerk dragged him back and forth for five everywhere.

Due to his lack of thick skin, Jian Zhuo had no choice but to come out, and ran to squat in front of the school gate. It was almost nine o'clock when he finally waited for Jian Mo and a few students who came out along the way.

Most of the female students had their mobile phones confiscated for too long, and they failed to absorb the spiritual energy from the handsome idol in time. Now they can stare at such dry bean sprouts as Jian Zhuo.

After Jian Mo's helpless simple explanation, several girls chanted long live the genes of the Jian family, dragged Jian Zhuo aside, and asked him to go to the Education Bureau to report their middle school's illegal remedial classes during the Spring Festival. The bacon at home was all burned, and before leaving, he said earnestly and earnestly, saying that it is enough to write the grade leader in ink, and the beautiful teacher Jian is innocent.

Jian Zhuo promised to take care of him, he is very experienced.

The cold air in Chengdu in winter is in the form of infiltration, making Jian Zhuo feel that his thin jacket is really a bit overwhelming. Fortunately, the place where Jian Mo found is not far away, so that Jian Zhuo was able to survive in the cold wind. By.

"You've made my mother so angry." Jian Mo put a piece of pumpkin pie into Jian Zhuo's small plate through the rising oily smoke, "To be precise, I laughed out of anger."

Jian Zhuo has nothing to hide: "What's the matter?"

"That song of yours." Jian Mo said, "You called Mom that way...Although that's the way it was. But I think Mom is still a little sad."

Jian Zhuo was surprised that they secretly cared for the gangsters to grow up like that, he curled his lips: "I didn't let her listen."

Jian Mo has long been used to Jian Zhuo's awkward attitude, so she didn't say any more.When she was about to pick up the paper, she saw Jian Zhuo's left hand which was already being used fluently. Jian Mo frowned: "Why did you become left-handed?"

"Left-handed people seem to have a higher IQ." Jian Zhuo thought for a while and said.

"What's wrong with your right hand?" Jian Mo put down her chopsticks, and listened to Jian Zhuo's vaguely lying explanation.

In order to show that he has already used his left hand proficiently, Jian Zhuo demonstrated the difficult action of scooping up quail eggs in the pot, and then took the piece of pumpkin pie back to Jian Mo.

Jian Mo can always think of Jian Zhuo Elementary School who can enslave her to fry pumpkin pies for two whole months every summer vacation. She grinned and was a little speechless for a while: "...Don't you like to eat it?"

The red soup in front of him was rolling, and Jian Zhuo was staring at it for a while. After a while, he smiled and said that he had vomited some time ago, so he never wanted to see pumpkin pie again.

"Ah, really." Jian Mo nodded slowly, she was stunned for a long time, then raised her eyes and stared at Jian Zhuo in front of her for a long time: "I don't know so many things about you now."

Jian Zhuo didn't seem to care, and said something casually, because we haven't had dinner together for almost two years.

"Jane Zhuo..."

What Jian Mo wanted to say kept going up and down in her throat, and she wanted Jian Zhuo to give up her will.Although Jian Mo knew very well that for their side, it would take time to accept, but there was no need to be so desperate. A clean break would not be comfortable for either side.

Jian Zhuo yelled and whispered happy birthday.

Hearing this long-lost title, Jian Mo raised her head in a daze, and saw Jian Zhuo reaching out and handing over a small silver-white box.He opened the box, which contained a platinum bracelet.

She didn't reach out to pick it up, but just looked at Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo huddled in the large flight jacket and wrinkled her nose, staring at the buckwheat tea in the white porcelain cup: "I recently released a song, and the results are good. I got some affirmation from people in the circle. I also started talking with my friends Went to the show. There are more and more people who like Jian Zhuo. Last Saturday, I stood alone on the stage for the first time. There were 33 people, and I counted them clearly. My friend also joked that he was the first This time, I rented a [-]-person venue for a performance without knowing the sky and earth, but only [-] people came, saying that I have a higher starting point than him, and I will definitely be able to go further.”

This is the first time that Jian Zhuo slowly talked about himself to Jian Mo.

He put the box in front of Jian Mo, and looked up at her: "But in the future, 300 people will come to see my performance, and 3000, 3 people will hear my voice."

"Let's gamble." Jian Zhuo laughed, meeting Jian Mo's flickering eyes.

The rising smoke made Jian Zhuo's figure misty, but his eyes were too bright, passing through the hot mist and hitting Jian Mo's body resolutely.Jian Zhuo seems to have changed a lot, but nothing has changed, Jian Mo thought vaguely.

In the past three weeks when Zhou Shuchen returned home and participated in the exchange program, the Internet took on the heavy responsibility and successfully built a short-term bridge between Chengdu and Shenzhen.

In fact, Zhou Shuchen never thought that Jian Zhuo was unexpectedly talkative and coquettish.

At first, I just chatted one after another about the wisdom tooth extraction surgery that I don’t know how long it will take. Later, I started talking about food, music, games, and movies. Everyone understands the law of "three-year-old generation gap", so he and Jian Zhuo should have two gaps to jump. Zhou Shuchen didn't have much expectations for the matter of "talking well".

Unexpectedly, in the process of getting along with Jian Zhuo, this blurred boundary has been wiped away again.He felt that Jian Zhuo was more sensible than he imagined, but Jian Zhuo said that Zhou Shuchen was more naive than he thought.

And Jian Zhuo seems to have finally found an outlet to vent, someone is willing to listen to him respectfully, and give opinions from a more profound perspective.

No one who has no blood relationship can create an illusion for him: this person may be able to accept the whole self without disguise.

Therefore, Jian Zhuo pays special attention to his limits nervously, and cherishes these opportunities very much, so in fact, he doesn't often talk about serious things.He clearly knows that people need to be cautious when getting along with each other, and boredom is a slow process of accumulation, so of course he can't just pour out his own depression.

Therefore, gagging one after another, or sharing some funny and earthy videos became the main theme of their unnutritious chat, and Jian Zhuo took pleasure in it.

He thinks that the relationship between Zhou Shuchen and him now is probably at the level of "you can freely send the link of 'share with friends to help me bargain' when buying shoes".

He also often bets on big and small things.

Zhou Shuchen not only persuaded Jian Zhuo to quit gambling once, because apart from winning a bet on the weather in Mexico in the middle of the night, Jian Zhuo had never won most of the time.In order to abide by the bet, Jian Zhuo, who has never been in the sun, even learned how to make egg cakes, although he had sacrificed a few eggs before.

Thinking about it, I wiped the flour off my face with the back of my hand, took out my phone and took an artistic photo of the newly baked egg cake, added an ugly filter and sent it to Zhou Shuchen, with his The white tiles in the kitchen of the simple shared house, and he also said that Zhou Shuchen developed another survival skill for him. If he couldn’t get along, he would occupy the security booth at the entrance of their hospital to spread eggs and bake cakes, and become the brother shop of the opposite door "Spectacles String Fragrance": "Mop Egg Cakes".

Then in the early morning of New Year's Eve, Jian Zhuo couldn't fall asleep amidst the endless quarrel between his roommate and his girlfriend, so he sent a message to Zhou Shuchen indiscriminately, talking nonsense about whether they were destined by fate.

Although Zhou Shuchen didn't know it, the reason for this sentence was just to lament that they didn't need to borrow an account when they were swimming in Summoner's Canyon together, because their tuba is in Ionia.

At that time Zhou Shuchen had just escaped from the dinner, and no one knew that he was not a very good drinker. After drinking a few glasses of wine, his mind was already a little unclear, and when he thought of the hotel's unique stiff quilt cover, his headache became more severe.

It was raining heavily in Shenzhen that day, and the soles of his shoes were flooded with accumulated water. He was waiting for a taxi under the Jue tree, and saw the news when he turned on his phone.

Only a small portion of the rain was sifted onto Zhou Shuchen's body.The green plants on both sides of the streets in Shenzhen are very wide, unlike Chengdu, where occasionally there are only a few slender ginkgoes swaying in the wind.

Rarely, he didn't know what kind of reply he could give Jian Zhuo, and saw the intermittent "the other party is talking" over there.

It was a very short voice, and it was immediately broken by the sound of raindrops. Zhou Shuchen had no choice but to move closer to the speaker, and lowered his eyes to turn up the volume.

'Boss Xiao Zhou, when will you come back to inspect the cakes? '

Zhou Shuchen has heard a lot of beautiful words since he was a child, and he has heard a lot of love, big and small. He has long regarded "I miss you" and "I want to see you" as plain greetings, and cannot appreciate sporadic affection from them.

But in this delicate situation, in this rainstorm in Shenzhen, Zhou Shuchen's heart skipped a whole beat when he heard that this was indeed a sentence that permeated his daily life.

'When are you coming back. '

Unexpectedly, so gentle.

A drop of rain fell on Zhou Shuchen's screen, blurring Jian Zhuo's wechat little charmander avatar, which was folded and distorted by the convex surface, like an orange heart.