Chapter 64: Easy day with a smile

Room 208 Yu Wuying ran to the toilet in confusion in the middle of the night, only to see the lamp in the corner of the wall was still on.
Seeing that it was A Heng, leaning on a medical book as thick as a brick, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something.
Wuying smiled, and walked over, only to hear a soft and waxy voice: "Saliva amylase, starch, maltose, parotid, submandibular, sublingual, throat, esophagus, stomach, small intestine, large intestine, residue, feces... …"
She gently covered A Heng’s eyes, A Heng sniffed her nose, smelled a shadowless breath, smiled, and gently hugged her, her voice was very soft: "Sister, fell downstairs, there is no wind, There is no freedom, no beauty, only the feces are out of control, and the brain is bursting."
Wuying laughed at Aheng: "You are stupid to endorse the book."
A Heng said: "Today DJYan discouraged a girl who wanted to jump off the building. I just want to say, if DJYan knows the medical theory, there is no need to talk so much nonsense. You don't know, his tongue is about to knot."
Wuying and speechless: "Can you stop ganging up with Xiaowu, clinging to the radio every day, being a fan, joining FanClub, blindly to the extreme. I didn't see that the man already wanted to be famous and was going crazy, interviewing all day long. Those on the catwalks can’t wait to wander around the world every day."
A Heng nodded: "Sister, you have summed up so brilliantly. He simply doesn't let go of any opportunity to expose himself. The last sanitary napkin advertisement was Yue Yueshu, the one I often use, and the passerby who passed by looked at it. Like that embarrassing person. We were fans and felt so embarrassed."
Wuying said: "Then you two still stand in front of the radio every day, watching the shabby people."
Aheng yawned softly: "It's all his Fan."
Wuying laughed: "This is also a contradiction. Whose Fan talks about his ‘idol’ all day long."
Aheng closed the book and collapsed on the lower bunk, buried in the pillow, and said vaguely: "I am the kind of Fan who pretends not to know DJ Yan in front of others, but no matter what he does, he will know quickly and despise him very much. ."
Wuying twitched: "Are you sure you are not his enemy?"
Aheng raised his face: "Wrong, I love him, he is my favorite in this world."
Wuying scratched his hair, crawled on the bed, and despised: "You can pull it down. Yesterday I went to the party class and said that I love the Communist Party the most. I changed in the blink of an eye. The party knew how sad it would be."
Aheng: "..."
In the end, a steady breathing, accompanied by the worry-free cicadas cry outside the window, a good night, no dreams.
At the end of September, when they often huddled in front of the courtyard and chattered, watching them admiring a lot less freshman and young children, Ah Heng suddenly felt a little lonely. Then I remembered last year, I seemed to be like this, following everyone behind me like a spinning top, rushing around the campus swarming around, and it was really noisy.
At that time, like now, the sunset was shining and there was almost untouchable wind.
She smiled and said, "Feibai, I seem to be sentimental for no reason."
Two people walked side by side on the long and wide street. After dinner, it was a good place for digestion.
Gu Feibai glanced at her, didn't speak, put his hand in his pocket, his fingertips recessed from the white soft cloth, a slender silhouette.
Suddenly, remembering something, he said lightly: "I have put the tuition fee on your card, so don't worry too much."
Aheng Nana: "I have almost saved enough tuition..."
She was a little frustrated, always unable to stand upright in front of him.
It seems that as long as it is linked to money.
Gu Feibai said lightly: "It's not my money, the uncle meant it. If you have anything to say, tell him."
The tone is very reasonable.
A Heng is a wise man, and automatically silences.
The atmosphere is still embarrassing.
After a while, A Heng poked his elbow lightly and whispered: "Gu Feibai, why do you always look like this? No one can provoke you. A word can choke someone to death."
Gu Feibai glanced at her coldly, expressionless.
A Heng raised his head with a smile in his eyes: "Don't be angry, get angry, I can call you."
Gu Feibai pulled off the child's paw and continued to walk forward blankly.
A Heng put his hand behind his back and gently moved in front of him, pitifully: "Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, Xiao... Bai."
Gu Feibai walked around her, pretending not to hear, and went on walking.
A Heng trot, followed, and frowned the distant mountain eyebrows helplessly: "Gu Feibai, you have to keep an inch...Ah, you smiled, you actually laughed, really... despicable."
Gu Feibai stretched out his hand, thinned his fingerprints, and lightly held the man's lips, with a faint smile on his lips: "Who is the son, hold the Qingshan, you are not allowed to laugh?"
A Heng smiled, and his eyebrows were softened: "Good wife Gu, it's six years late, okay?"
She is going to wait for graduation before marrying Gu Feibai. The medical school takes seven years.
Gu Fei's white back was straight, and his white cheeks were slightly flushed, and he nodded slightly: "Quasi."
Yanxi took Lu's Case, and in the early stage of the show, he needed a set of print propaganda. The partner is a teenager of the same age, not very good-looking, but the facial contour is very soft, weirdly gentle and delicate.
Yanxi felt familiar, and thought about it, yes, the little waiter whom I saw at Cutting Diamond that day was also reprimanded by Xiao Zhou.
When he saw him, he bowed his head in trepidation and fear: "Say less."
Yanxi said flatly: "There is no less to say here, you can call me DJYan or Yanxi."
The man nodded lightly, a little shy, smiled, showing eight standard teeth: "Hello, DJ Yan, my name is Chen Wan."
Yanxi took off his coat and asked him casually, "Who chose you?"
Chen Wan bent his eyebrows and smiled softly: "Shao Lu. He said that DJ Yan needs a background to accompany."
Yanxi unbuttoned her shirt, bowed her head, her forehead fell off, and for a while, she said at will: "Get out."
Chen Wan was stunned: "Huh?"
The teenager smiled but smiled: "I change my clothes, do you want to keep watching?"
Under the white shirt, there is a large area of ​​smooth and fair skin.
The man blushed and closed the door hurriedly.
The photographer invited the first person in the industry in the legend of the neighboring island country. He babbled all day long, with his nose growing up to his eyes, and the little translator behind him.
Master Iijima's chirping, chirping.
Yanxi: "Can you speak human words?"
Chili croak, nostrils, croak.
The interpreter graciously flattered: "Master Iijima makes you look sexy."
Yanxi was depressed: "Damn, how is it? Laozi's shirt was pulled by him and there was only a button left."
Iijima jumped, babbled, babbled.
The translator said: "Our Master Iijima said, Yanxi, your expression is too stiff."
Yanxi rolled her eyes: "I'm not a man of laughter."
Iijima was angrily, pulling the curtain, stepping on it hard, squeaking.
The translator also has nostrils: "Huh, I have never seen such an unprofessional Model!"
The planning on the side was going crazy, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Oh, my eldest and young master, I have little words, can you make this little devil sexy? We have spent ten years in this scene. Rolling film, less words, no more, the Boss will fire me."
Yanxi raised her eyebrows and paused with her hands: "He said to unbutton me, I unbuttoned, he said to puff my mouth, I puff my mouth, he said to wink, I wink, what the did you make me do?"
Yan Xi took off the white gloves from her hands: "I'm off work today. What is it for Lu Liu to tell me personally, wait for the little devil."
Turn around and walk towards the locker room.
Chen Wan held a lunch box in his hands, lowered his head, and followed Yanxi.
Yanxi sneered: "What are you doing with me?"
Chen Wan blushed and said in a low voice, "Yanxi, you haven't eaten for a day."
Yanxi was taken aback, turned around, stood still, and squinted at him.
"So?"
Chen Wan coughed slightly: "Before I came here, I made something to eat at home. Would you like to eat something to cushion your stomach?"
Yan Xi squeezed the lunch box, the ordinary lunch box.
Then, I opened it, ordinary rice, ordinary dishes, the only thing that looked more tempting was a few pieces of braised pork ribs that exuded fragrance.
He smiled and nodded: "Thank you."
Hold the chopsticks, pick up the ribs, and chew.
Then, the taste is neither fat nor greasy, neither sweet nor salty. What's important is that it is a top-class rib that can be bitten off by one bite.
He is used to eating.
Chen Wan smiled awkwardly: "How does it taste?"
Yanxi said, "It's delicious, you bother."
Then, the eyes were crooked, with a big boyish smile.
"Why don't you do something every day?"