On How Abusive Essays Become Sweet Essays

Today is a good day, the sun is shining, the market is full of people, it is very lively, the street performers are doing acrobatics, the crowd cheers, the bustling market, on the other end of the market, there are stalls in Zuidong, some people When I saw something, I went up to ask the price.

You Xuzhi walked around the street and came back with two more strings of candied haws in his hand. After a while, one of the candied haws fell into Zhang Zuidong's hands.

You Xuzhi stood in the shade and chatted with Zhang Zuidong.

"Wait for dinner at my restaurant in the morning?"

"Don't bother, I'll just fill my stomach at the side stall."

"It's rare to come to town, how can it be like this." You Xuzhi ate two mouthfuls of candied haws, and there were four left to eat, this stuff was too sour.

He saw Zhang Zuidong chewing with an expressionless face, and couldn't tell whether it was delicious or not, You Xuzhi licked his back teeth and suddenly smiled, "Brother Zhang, you candied fruit Is it sweet?"

Zhang Zuidong glanced at him and said, "It's okay."

"I think the hawthorn in your place seems to be green, I'm afraid it is very sour, why don't you try my bunch?" You Xuzhi handed it forward and said, "The sour Leave it to me to eat."

Zhang Zuidong wanted to say that his candied gourd was not sour, but he looked at the candied gourd that You Xuzhi handed him, was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, lowered his eyes and exchanged strings with him .

You Xuzhi took a small stick and turned it around in his hand, and glanced at him lightly, feeling a little guilt for bullying honest people, but only a little bit. Afterwards, he saw Zhang Zuidong eat the candied haws in one bite, but he still didn't change his face, chewed without the slightest pause, and then ate the next one.

"Is it sour?" You Xuzhi couldn't help but ask him.

Zhang Zuidong said: "It's very sweet."

You Xuzhi: "…"

He looked at the string in his hand hesitantly.

Is he more sour?

He watched Zhang Zuidong finish eating the remaining three, looked at the string in his hand, bit one, and the tip of his tongue was slightly exposed and rolled into his mouth, realizing that Zhang Zuidong's string was not so sour , much more delicious.

People can't figure it out.

Zhang Zuidong's lips and teeth moved slightly, he looked away from his reddish lips, and the roots of his ears were reddish.

That's what he ate - this young master is so dishonest when he eats a candied fruit.

"Why are you blushing?" You Xuzhi asked suspiciously.

Zhang Zuidong said in a hoarse voice: "It's too hot."

Zhang Zuidong glanced at him deeply and complicatedly, and You Xuzhi was seen by him for no reason.

Isn't this wood doing something bad? Shouldn't be.

A man in gorgeous clothes came to Zhang Zuidong's stall, took a fancy to a fluffy fox tail, and began to ask for the price. He was accompanied by a servant in green shirt.

There were guests, Zhang Zuidong turned his back and did not continue chatting with You Xuzhi. You Xuzhi finished eating the candied haws in his mouth, and frowned when he saw the man. The man also saw him.

"Young Master You, why are you here?"

You Xuzhi adjusted his expression and said with a half-smile, "I'm enjoying the cool here."

This man's name is Xu Longyi, the biggest cloth shop in the town is his family, You Xuzhi doesn't like him very much, this man always pokes him in his heart a few times when he sees him, and people also It was a negative test, and it felt like I would stab someone in the back at any time.

He was the one who took Pu Pinle back forcibly later in the book.

The little servant has paid the money and followed Xu Longyi with the fox tail.

"Go to Qingyuelou for a drink later?" Xu Nongyi asked.

Qingyuelou sounds elegant, but it is actually a brothel.

"Forget it, I'm not interested." You Xuzhi said that he thought the smell of dust was strong, and he rarely went to those places.

Xu Nongyi's throat was itchy, he coughed twice, and the sun gave him a headache, so he walked to You Xuzhi's shady place.

Still not much.

"Oh?" You Xuzhi raised his eyes lazily and said with a frivolous smile, "Is it better than you?"

Xu Nongyi looked stiff and stopped.

What he hates most is when others say he is "good-looking".

You Xuzhi didn't know that he was taboo, he was always so provocative, he gave You Xu a gloomy look, tossed his sleeves angrily, and said nothing Silly away.

Waking up early today, You Xuzhi didn't have the patience to deal with others, he yawned.

"Young Master You, who is that son?" Zhang Zuidong's question suddenly sounded in his ear.

You Xuzhi: "The young master of Xu's cloth line."

"Do you often go to Qingyuelou for drinks together?"

You Xuzhi squinted, "Why are you suddenly curious about him?"

Zhang Zuidong: "I won't ask."

After saying that, he turned his head.

Zhang Zuidong didn't say anything, You Xuzhi felt that his tone was quite questioning, he leaned over: "Ask, what do you want to know, I will tell you what."

Zhang Zuidong was silent and asked, "Are you and him friends?"

You Xu Zhidao: "You can't be called a friend, just a nodding acquaintance."

Zhang Zuidong nodded, indicating that he already knew, just now he was watching, and he felt that the atmosphere was very strange. The young man was familiar with You Xuzhi's attitude. That tone was rather uncomfortable.

You Xuzhi thought that they might have a relationship in the future, and pointed out: "You remember, his name is Xu Nongyi, he lives on that street, and there is a plaque at the door that says ' The word Xu Zhai', if you see him in the future, be careful, last time a vegetable seller accidentally bumped into him, and he taught him a lesson."

"Got it." Zhang Zuidong pursed the corners of his lips and raised a small arc, "Thank you for your concern."

You Xuzhi coughed lightly, the folding fan covered the lower half of his face, and his eyes were erratic.

The author has something to say:

Zhang Zuidong [Anonymous Help]: I am a man, and a young master I know seems to be pursuing me recently, but I don’t like men, what should I do? (hope not to hurt his self-esteem)