school grass is not white

Lin Bubai recently discovered an interesting phenomenon - Ji Dian drinks red wine every day.

Once when he went to fetch water, he glanced at the cup of the male god beside him, it was red.

"What is this?" Lin Bubai took out a disposable cup and looked at the male god's cup, "Tomato juice, cranberry juice, strawberry juice?"

"Do you want to drink?" Ji Dian took a deep look at him, the cup in his hand shook, and the surprisingly red liquid rolled up and down, "Red wine."

"Don't drink." Lin Bubai hurriedly shook his hand. He was drunk a few days ago, and Ji Dian didn't give him a good face for several days. He really wanted to know what he had done that day.

"Do you drink red wine every day?"

"Ah."

"Early in the morning?"

"Ah."

"With disposable cups?"

"Ah."

Lin Bubai stopped asking, scratched his hair, opened the door to go out for a morning run, and finally looked at the cup of bright red liquid.

The male god is really different.

The fishing village in the early morning is very charming, and even the frozen air is full of vitality.

Seabirds sing and waves hit the shore.

The music in the earphones is a light rhythmic electronic sound, rhythmic with Lin Bubai's running breath and breath.

There are already many villagers on the embankment, and they enthusiastically greet this handsome guy who comes out to exercise every morning, using simple dialects.

Lin Bubai replied with the corners of his lips curled up, without stopping his steps, the fresh air with the salty taste of the sea reverberated around his body, as if joy was about to grow from his body.

Troubles are left behind like this.

Like the uncertain future.

For example, that unsteady heart.

For example, the boss's daughter has ulterior motives for Ji Dian.

A few people bid farewell to the fishing village, and just got off the plane at noon, so they used the navigation to find a restaurant in the surrounding area to eat.

The hall was full of seats, and it was quite novel for everyone to see a group of young guys passing by with schoolbags on their backs.

The waiter of the aunts led them to the box, and served tea one by one after they were seated. Lin Bubai couldn't bear to see the elders working hard, so he took the teapot and poured tea for others.

Just about to order, the waiter suddenly said loudly: "The minimum consumption here is 2000!"

Everyone was taken aback, Song Letian stood up, looking unhappy.

Lin Bubai pushed him back to his seat, turned to the waiter and asked, "What's the cheapest dish here?"

"Mapo tofu."

"how much is it?"

"fifteen."

Lin Bubai smiled, threw his backpack on the sofa behind the box, and said, "Give me 140 plates." He looked at the waiter, his expression darkened.

The waiter's face was gloomy, he muttered a few times, and left the box with a sideways face.

"Fuck, what kind of broken shop is this?" Song Letian originally wanted to go out and scold people, but was amused by Lin Bubai's words, "Are you really going to let us eat 140 plates of tofu?"

"Wait." Lin Bubai poured out the tea, and put the cup upside down on the table.

After a while, the door of the box was opened, and it was not a waiter who came in, but a man in a suit and leather shoes, who seemed to be the manager of the hotel. He took out a cigarette in his hand and said, "I'm really sorry, our fault, our fault. Wrong, you can spend as much as you like."

Lin Bubai picked up his schoolbag and said to the man, "I'm sorry, I don't smoke."

butt shoulders.

Song Letian followed closely behind and went out, secretly amazed in his heart.

Damn handsome.

"Dad, where's mom?" Lin Bubai put down the suitcase in his hand, and saw his dad working alone in the kitchen.

"She's on a doctor's visit." Father Lin turned around and beckoned, "There are fruits on the coffee table in the living room, you should stuff your stomach first."

Lin Bubai threw the backpack on the sofa and picked up the fruit plate on the table.

There are also forks, pay attention.

He had just picked out a cantaloupe and was about to feed it to his mouth when he heard his dad yell "Baby!" in the kitchen.

Lin Bubai's hand holding the fork trembled, he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Immediately afterwards, several voices of "Baby! Baby!" came from the kitchen.

Lin Bubai responded: "Eh, ah?"

It's only been a week since he went out, and his dad misses him too much, so he's called him by nicknames, which is embarrassing.

Lin Bubai was feeling embarrassed, his father poked his head out of the kitchen with his mobile phone on his back: "What are you, I'm calling your mother!"

"It's nothing."

Lin Bubai was stunned, his whole body went numb uncontrollably, and he picked up a small tomato again.

Call also use a nickname, pay attention to.

As the New Year approaches, Lin Bubai's home has already started to decorate, and the red wedding ceremony is hung outside the door and on the wall, which is very festive.

"Xiaobai, look, mom bought a coat, does it look good?" Lin's mother walked around in front of Lin Bubai, the simple and slim coat made her more elegant.

"nice."

"What about 2200, can it not look good!" Mother Lin said to Lin Bubai with a distressed look on her face: "When your father comes back later, you can say 220, okay?"

"Received." Lin Bubai had no choice but to agree.

"Good boy! You are really my mother's little padded jacket." After finishing speaking, Lin's mother went out to visit the door with a smile on her face.

After a while, Papa Lin also came back, mysteriously taking out something from the packing bag.

"Look quickly, the clothes I bought for your mother, do they look good?"

Lin Bubai put down the basketball magazine in his hand and nodded, "It looks good." It's worthy of living together for so many years.

"How about 350, can it not look good?" Lin's father carefully folded the padded jacket and stuffed it back into the packaging bag, "When your mother comes back, you can say 3500!"

Lin Bubai nodded stiffly.

"Good son, it's really dad's little underpants!"