Chapter 285 Don't call me brother anymore
When the night light first came on, the breeze blew by, and half of the man's handsome profile was hidden in the darkness.
Behind him, a somewhat indifferent and arrogant young man tilted his head, carefully watching his squatting movements for a long time.
She seems to be thinking about what she needs to do.
A few seconds later, Gong Jiu took a step forward, and when he stood in front of Jun Gu, he was a little unsteady, and his figure wobbled.
At the same place, Jun Gu felt the young man approaching him, casting a shadow over him, his heart moved slightly, and he raised his eyelids to look over.
The man stood two steps away from him.
Immediately after.
Slowly squatted down in the same posture as him.
Seriously and solemnly asked: "What are we squatting for?"
The eyes of the two met and looked at each other.
Jun Gu:…
This question made it difficult for him to answer for a while.
Or is it that drunk people lose even the most basic behavioral judgment?
In the field of vision, the usually indifferent young man frowned at this moment, as if seeing something incomprehensible, with a particularly serious expression.
Lifting his lips, Jun Gu couldn't hold back the smile in his throat after all, raised his hand and landed on the back of the boy's round head, and wiped it vigorously.
"Little guy, do you know how rare it is when you're drunk?"
The laughter that blows slowly over is tinged with low-pitched magnetism, exuding a delightful pleasure.
Somewhat over the top.
Gong Jiuhan only felt that his head was dizzy and confused, especially the male voice that sounded in his ears, like a slow cello, pure and pure.
She felt as if she had fallen into some kind of nightmare.
I dreamed that the noble elder brother was carrying her behind his back, with a smile on his face when he turned around, in the dark night, he was extraordinarily pervasive.
When she sat up from the bed, she was stunned for a long time before realizing that it was just a dream.
Picking off the quilt and getting out of bed, Gong Jiu let out a faint breath with his eyes downcast.
It was a terrible dream.
What's wrong with dreaming? I dreamed that Jun Gu carried her on his back, and I was stunned.
The MMA preliminaries are still in full swing, and the final selection and elimination are going on.
When she finished washing and went downstairs, Gong Jiu silently rubbed her aching head, and the impatience between her brows was wrapped in an unruly gangster air, which was particularly strong.
She sat down, and the excited and surprised voice of the commentator came from the TV screen in the center of the restaurant:
"Ye He's kick is perfect! I thought it would be difficult for him to stand up according to the situation. After all, the opponent's strength is not bad. He used to be the crowned king of the individual prefecture level for two times. Compared with his The runner-up at the city level seemed much more passive, but what I really didn't expect was that he actually turned the tables against the wind! He was crushed to death and took the initiative at this moment..."
The familiar name made Gong Jiu's action of peeling the egg paused. She turned her face sideways, and saw the sweat on the screen at a glance, and she was seizing the opportunity to beat the opponent fiercely.
"I can see that after the seventh round, Lu Yan's state has declined slightly, but Ye He's state has gotten better..."
The voice of the narrator is still coming out.
Gong Jiuhan took a few short glances and then slowly closed his eyes. He continued to peel the unfinished egg, put it to his mouth, closed his eyes, and took a bite.
Ye He, probably, we will meet.
She suddenly remembered that there was another person.
I saw it from a distance two days ago, and it is indeed time to meet this old friend for a while.
When Rushi was thinking about it, suddenly there was another person in front of him.
Stuffing the remaining third of the egg into her mouth, she chewed it unhurriedly. She looked up and met the bromine-black deep eyes behind the lenses.
Put the breakfast in his hand on the table, sit down, Jun picks up the chopsticks unhurriedly, facing Shang Gong Jiu's silent gaze, he slightly curls his lips, showing a very shallow smile: "Morning."
Gong Jiu stopped chewing with his mouth shut.
Sweeping across the restaurant for a week without making a fuss, the two team members who were still working on things just now had left at some point.
For a while, the entire restaurant was empty, leaving only two people sitting at the table.
Why is it so unfortunate?
At this point, she got up and didn't see anyone. According to the rules of this period of time, this person should be in her company.
Perhaps it was because of the inconsequential dream last night. Seeing the protagonist at this moment, even though she was always cold-skinned, she felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.
I always feel a little guilty.
"Morning, brother." Lowering her eyelids, she scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
In the corner of his eye, the man picked up a cut fried dough stick, put it in a bowl filled with soy milk and soaked it lightly before slowly falling into his mouth.
She chewed the light porridge in her mouth, thinking.
Deep-fried dough sticks soaked in soy milk.
This is the first time I have seen this way of eating.
While her thoughts were flying freely, a pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared on the plate in front of Gong Jiuan. She looked carefully, and there was a piece of deep-fried dough stick soaked in soy milk on it.
At first glance, it is plump and juicy.
She raised her eyes suspiciously, Jun Gu put away the chopsticks, with a calm expression: "Try it, maybe you will have a different feeling."
"Okay, thank you brother." She turned her gaze back and realized it when she was about to pick up the fried dough sticks in the chuck.
She used a spoon.
Because only porridge came out, she only drank wine last night. She didn't serve any other side dishes, so she didn't bring chopsticks.
At this moment, it seems a bit clumsy for the spoon to scoop the fried dough sticks soaked in soy milk on the plate.
There was only a moment of silence. Under the calm and quiet gaze of the man, Gong Jiuhan still bit the bullet and scooped it up with the spoon in his hand.
Half a minute later.
The fritters soaked in soy milk are already fragile after the baptism of time, but they have been pushed to the edge of the plate alone at this moment.
The shape is a bit unbearable to look directly at.
Finally, Gong Jiuhan still stopped, and put away the spoon resentfully.
She has always been impatient, half a minute is already the maximum limit.
Digging a spoonful of porridge, she said with a little impatience at the end of her eyes, "Brother, you are clearly bullying people."
Ming knew that she only had a spoon, and it was still caught in the plate.
A piece of broken fried dough sticks, don't eat it.
After speaking, she lowered her head and swallowed the porridge in the spoon.
Seeing the young man's rare embarrassment, Jun Gu's mouth melted into a beautiful arc, and a deep laugh escaped from his lips.
The familiar tone suddenly overlapped with the one in last night's dream, and Gong Jiu's hand holding the spoon suddenly trembled.
The weirdness in my heart grew bigger and bigger.
Reaching out to put the fried dough sticks on the plate back into his own bowl, Jun Gu dipped a piece of fried dough sticks again.
This time, he directly caught Gong Jiuhan's spoon in the porridge before he had time to insert it.
"I'm not bullying you this time." Putting away the chopsticks, Jun Gu Yaoyao looked at the boy's lowered head.
The fine hair on the top is a little longer than when I first came here, but it still looks fluffy.
Staring at the fried dough sticks in the spoon for a few seconds, Gong Jiu breathed out slowly, "Thank you brother."
Put the food in the spoon into your mouth and chew.
Her eyelids moved.
Youtiao is a deep-fried food. When you eat it alone, you will feel greasy after a few mouthfuls, but the oily gas of youtiao soaked in soy milk is neutralized by the fresh and sweet juice.
With a hint of sweetness, the taste is surprisingly good.
She swallowed the fritters in her mouth, thinking to herself that she would eat like this in the future.
Different from her joy of tasting the surprising food, Jun Gu on the opposite side frowned with heroic and beautiful eyebrows.
Under the lens, his eyes fixed on Gong Jiu's face, and his tone was indifferent: "There is not much age difference between us, from now on, you don't have to call me brother anymore—"
Later, whenever there was an opportunity, Jun Gu always had the idea of getting people drunk, and never tired of it.
(end of this chapter)