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Qian Mo's last song was more enthusiastic than expected, Guo Linan felt a little incredible: "He is the rhythm of coming out publicly ..."

Zhai Lin is quite indifferent: "My Chongqing is so flamboyant that I can't get back on the table. I've been fighting everywhere."

Ji Qinyang had no comment. He looked at Xie Meng to get drinks, and when he returned, he was pulled by the bars to see the photos. The two seemed to find something interesting. Xie Meng's face had a gentle smile.

"I can't understand that men like men." Guo Lin'an scratched his scalp, and he couldn't help asking Ji Qinyang: "Even Qian Mo looks good, do you think you will like it?"

Ji Qinyang's expression was cold: "Well, I don't like it, he's not my dish."

"..." Guo Linan thought he was joking, and kind of stubbornly said, "What type do you like?"

Ji Qinyang did not hesitate at all: "My family Xie Meng did."

Guo Linan laughed wildly: "Hahahahahaha you haven't told your brother hahahahaha!"

Xie Meng just came back with the drink and asked inexplicably: "What did you say?"

Guo Linan laughed and wiped her tears: "Ah ha ha Yi Mei said, saying that you are the type he likes ha ha ha."

"Really." Xie Meng also laughed. He handed the drink to Ji Qinyang, and the two touched the bottle. "It's a coincidence that you are also my type."

Guo Linan was also joking about them: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha you guys are a good match, just go get married ha ha ha ha ha"

"..." Zhai Lin, who had apparently reacted, looked at Guo Lin'an with the expression of "Are you a pig?" "Your treasure can, no wonder you can't be abused into a dog."

Guo Linan: "????"

Qian Mo finally signed a group photo with his enthusiastic fans, walked to Ji Qinyang's wine table, his eyes fell on Xie Meng's face, and his attitude naturally greeted: "Harrow."

Xie Meng shook hands with him: "You sing very well."

"Thank you." Qian Mo sipped her drink with a smile: "After listening so much, which one is your favorite?"

Zhang Gang thought for a while: "Last one."

Qian Mo: "Oh?"

Zhang Langbang: "I feel very special, especially positive energy, touching heart, can sing and cry!"

Everyone has the expression of "what a ghost can cry" ...

"The word is okay, but the song is not." Qian Mo said humbly. He glanced at Ji Qinyang and raised the bottle in his hand: "How about it, are you interested?"

Ji Qinyang said lightly: "I think about it."

Qian Mo smiled and reached out to him: "I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate."

Zhai Lin and Guo Lin'an returned to the dormitory first. Han Dong was responsible for sending Zhang Lang back. In early October, Beijing had begun to cool down. Zhang Lian opened his car door and turned his head to take pictures. Gangbang didn't even lift his head, but naturally pulled the opponent's jacket collar by hand.

Ji Qinyang struck Xie Meng's shoulder in the night, and kissed the other person's forehead with his face turned.

Qian Mo was standing on the top of Mao's empty building. He was holding a can of beer in his hand, and his hair was covered by the night wind, blocking his vision.

He reached out his cell phone and sent a text message, drinking slowly, and the bandmates behind him shouted his name, without malicious ridicule: "Who are you looking at again?"

Qian Mo did not look back, compared to a middle finger.

"Don't be angry." Wen Tao, the captain and guitarist, smiled. "Every time you look at a straight man or a married person, we all think you can live well."

Qian Mo didn't say anything. He stretched his arm against the railing, and under his feet was a rusty old gate and a concrete floor wrapped in a hundred days of sunlight, emitting heat.

Qian Mo drank the beer, then threw the empty can high into the air with a force.

When Beijing was about to enter the winter, Xie Meng was already wearing a sweater with a little thickness. He had forgotten to bring lip balm and hand cream from the beginning, and he has been used to it now.

The boy Xie Mencius was going to join the cycling club on Friday and called him on purpose.

"Meng Meng!" Xu Shaohe never willingly called: "Would you like to play together?"

Xie Meng refused with a smile: "You play it yourself, pay attention to safety."

At noon, the sun was just right. It took Xie Meng nearly 20 minutes to walk from the dormitory to the East Gate, and he was all hot.

Ji Qinyang was still waiting for him in his old place. The boy only wore a shirt, not even his jacket.

"Is it so cold?" Ji Qinyang put one hand in his pants pocket and one hand on Xie Meng's shoulder: "Will I help you buy Qiuku?"

Xie Meng: "..."

Ji Qinyang: "Rest assured, you are also handsome in autumn trousers, male trousers in autumn trousers."

The Forbidden City in Beijing is much larger than imagined. The two walked for a long time, and Rao is physically incapable of being able to bear.

"No wonder the emperor used to sit on the cymbal." Ji Qinyang joked: "It takes half a day to go to my wife's room, what else can I do in one night."

Xie Meng glanced at him: "Go to the Royal Garden?"

Ji Qinyang deliberately said, "What can I do if I can't move?"

Xie Meng: "I carry you."

"..." Ji Qinyang: "Let me back you."

Xie Meng looked at him strangely: "Aren't you going to move?"

"Forget it." Ji Qinyang crouched on the ground and stretched out his hand: "Let's join hands."

So the two went hand in hand to visit the Royal Garden, but found that the Taihe Temple was too far away from the Royal Garden, Xie Meng walked and walked, and he fainted. Ji Qinyang first dragged him in front, and later dragged directly into Drag.

"I really can't move this time ..." Ji Qinyang sat on the stone with his arms stretched behind his back, "but the scenery is so good."

Xie Meng said "um", his physical strength is a bit worse than Ji Qinyang, slowing down the entire talent from the standby state for a long time.

Ji Qinyang suddenly reached out and squeezed his neck.

Xie Meng: "?"

Ji Qinyang took no notice and quickly bowed his head and kissed him.

"..." Xie Meng: "When will your sneak attack habit change?"

Ji Qinyang laughed and laughed. As he was about to stand up, Xie Mengmeng dragged his collar. The boy felt only a slight pain in the tip of his nose, and was bitten by the other side.

"Li Shang still exchanges." Xie Meng smiled lightly.

Ji Qinyang: "..."

Out of the Forbidden City, Ji Qinyang took Xie Meng to Jingshan Park, and by the time he climbed to the top of the mountain, the sun was almost down.

Ji Qinyang pointed to the north and motioned to Xie Meng to see that in the setting sun, the central axis of old Beijing traversed the north and south, and the gray cylinder of the Drum Tower was stained with the afterglow of the setting sun.

"It's like splitting the sky." Xie Meng murmured: "It's spectacular."

"Before the towering mountains." Ji Qinyang said with a smile, "across the horizon."

Xie Meng couldn't stand: "OK, I know you have more culture than me."

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: "Everyone who studies art has a literary and artistic heart, and it is the same when he is old."

"Older literary young men." Xie Meng concluded, "Are you getting old every day with flowers and tea and writing poems?"

"Hold my wife every day" Ji Qinyang opened his arms: "Come and hug me, the mountain wind is cold at night."

Xie Meng hugged him from behind with a smile, and they stood on the top of the mountain watching the sunset.

"It's a blessing for you to find me." Ji Qinyang held Xie Mengzheng's hand around his waist: "It looks good and has a good temper. He can sing and write poems. He is also improving and can love you Unchanging heart for ten thousand years. "

Xie Meng leaned on his shoulder and said with a sullen smile: "I haven't lived for less than 10,000 years."

Ji Qinyang: "It will be a hundred years."

Xie Meng: "A hundred years is too long."

Ji Qinyang thought for a while: "I can love as long as I can live, even if I die in the next second, I still love you in this second."

"..." Xie Meng muttered, "You are too numb."

Ji Qinyang laughed and laughed. He bent down and carried the boy on his back, and slowly walked down the mountain: "I just have such skills, I will be familiar with more practice."

Xie Meng bowed his head and kissed Ji Qinyang's head.

"I ca n’t really figure it out for you, I can only say it to you." Ji Qinyang carefully watched the road under his feet: "I know you have done a lot for me. The road to music is actually more than expected It's even harder to go. You never say, support me unconditionally, encourage me, I know all this. "

Just before the foot of the mountain, Ji Qinyang put Xie Meng down. He took a breath and held his knees to look up at the other side: "You are so good, I have to work harder to love you."

Xie Meng didn't speak. He reached out and wiped the sweat on Mo Ji Qinyang's forehead, and slowly said, "I once heard a sentence, and to accompany companionship is the longest confession."

Xie Meng lowered her head and kissed the sweaty horns of the boy: "When I need you most, you are by my side, and you give me more than you think."

"That's the past." Ji Qinyang smiled. He took Xie Meng's hand and walked in the direction of Nanluoguxiang: "We still have a future."

Xie Meng said "um", and said seriously: "When you grow old, grow flowers, drink tea, write poems, and hug them every day."

Ji Qinyang couldn't stop laughing: "The old literary man."

"That is also very good." Xie Meng thought for a while: "I like it."

"Say romance every day."

"... That's not necessary anymore."

"?"

"It's getting old and the heart can't stand it."

Exiting from Nanluoguxiang is Gulou East Street, the two walked east and west to Jiujie, Ji Qinyang began to use the public comment network to collect food, he asked Xie Meng: "Do you eat spicy crayfish?"

"Lobster?" Xie Meng asked uncertainly: "Can you still eat now?"

Ji Qinyang put away his mobile phone: "Everything else works."

He went to a shop that was a little older, and called fried liver, stewed, smashed belly, and simmered pork. He turned to the back and saw a picture of soybean juice.

"Should you try it?" Ji Qinyang smiled badly: "I heard Guo Linan say this dish is particularly delicious."

Xie Meng didn't know what the soy sauce was. He was skeptical: "True or false?"

"When did I lie to you?" Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: "Did Xiaoli Pear Soup forget?"

"I can't forget that." Xie Mengzheng went on the menu and said to the waiter: "Some more soy sauce."

The first few dishes of Xie Meng have begun to get a taste of the so-called Beijing heavy-tasting snacks, but also a southerner Ji Qinyang, but he is very adaptable. He is sweet and spicy and salty, and he ca n’t wait to take off his shirt with sweat on the tip of his nose.

Xie Meng stared at his side and said with emotion: "You have such a spicy skin that it is good."

Ji Qinyang took a sip of tea: "I'm applying a mask, don't you?"

"..." Xie Meng shook his head.

Ji Qinyang: "Go back and give you two tablets and apply them next time."

Xie Meng imagined that picture and felt a bit beautiful ...

When Soy Juice came up, Xie Meng's expression changed from anticipation to shock. He pointed at the bowl and asked Ji Qinyang, "... Is this really edible?"

"Okay." Ji Qinyang happily clipped a chopstick to Xie Meng's mouth: "Ah-open your mouth!"

Xie Meng hesitated for a long time before eating it, and swallowed it without taste.

"I want to taste it." Ji Qinyang picked a chopstick and ate it with his eyes narrowed. He learned a less-than-authentic Beijinger voice: "That's the taste."

Xie Meng thought unwillingly, took a photo of Soy Juice and passed it to the WeChat circle of friends. Zhuo Xiaoyuan first liked it, Qi Fei commented: "What is it?"

Xie Meng replied: "Beijing Soy Juice."

Zhang Lianban commented from the bottom: "You go to eat good food without calling me! I want to let Uncle Han bite you!"

Han Dong replied with a dog head.

Xie Meng put away the phone and pushed the bean juice back to Ji Qinyang.

"Don't you tell Zhang Gangbang this smell?" Ji Qinyang couldn't help asking.

"Why tell him?" Xie Meng glanced at the other expressionlessly: "Is it good to let him try it too?"

Ji Qinyang: "..."