Time flies, and Mo Ye, who is staying at Andrew's house, has nowhere else to go this weekend except to sit in front of Andrew's mother's bed and sit in front of the computer.

There was no way for him to contact Matt first, Andrew didn't have a cell phone, only one phone at home, and Andrew took his phone book with him when he left his burden

So, he just had to wait, wait for Monday to come, and Matt would come and drive him to school.

……

"Hey! Andrew!"

The school system of the United States is only required to arrive at school before half past nine o'clock local time, with two classes in the morning and three classes in the afternoon. Public high schools, almost fine.

Matt arrived as scheduled, with a playboy-like hand on the doorrail of Andrew's house, if Mo Ye had a copy of the latest issue of Playboy in his hand at this time, then he would find that his actions were a copy of a certain star on it.

Matt warmly beckoned Mo Xie to get into the car and handed him a hot dog.

"My mom made it, I don't have an appetite, but I think you'll like it. ”

After taking the hot dog, Mo Ye sat in the passenger seat.

"Thank you. "Mo Xie Dao, in his memory, Andrew and his cousin Matt have not communicated well for a while.

"I bought a camera, don't you mind turning it on now, right?" asked Moxie before Matt could start the car, and at the same time took out the camera from his bag (actually from the necklace space).

"Why did you buy this all of a sudden? I think it's more practical to buy a mobile phone. Matt was starting the car, not seeing what kind of machine Mo Xie had taken out, and waited until he turned his head......

"Oh!**!Where did you get the antique!"" Matt's expression was exaggerated, "Can I take a picture with it?" I feel like I can go to the history museum to exhibit it!"

"fu-ck-you!" Mo Xie said casually, and when he really arrived at the United States, he found that the advanced words he had memorized before were useless at all-just like in the Celestial Empire, since a "cao" can express different meanings in different tones, what advanced words should be used......

Of course, this is limited to the market and friends, just laughing at it. If you dare to say this word to your mentor or superior, then you can do it.

"My mother's condition is getting worse, she hasn't been out for a long time, and I want to record my day and go back and show it to her in the evening. After thinking about it, Mo Xie still said this very valid reason for his thoughts, "You know, TV shows are always like that. ”

"Oh......" Matt put away the exaggerated smile on his face and replaced it with a heavy expression, "Sorry, you know I'm just kidding......"

"It's okay......"

……

The journey was very boring, and Matt pulled the philosophy books he was reading at Mo Ye, although it sounded very powerful, Mo Xie didn't want to continue to talk about it.

"What's been a bit of a buzz lately? I don't want to just show my mother those boring things. This excuse is really a panacea, and there is no sense of disobedience at all when it is said.

"Oh, come to my senses, there's a pie duì tonight. "Matt is very good, but judging by the way he looks, he didn't plan to bring the news to Andrew at first.

After all, Andrew had the impression that he was a boring guy, and he had never seen Andrew on Paiduì.

Moreover, Pai duì is not a good place to bring a camera, with the exception of beautiful women, of course.

Matt was silent for a moment, as if remembering something, and this time, he didn't explain this qiē in terms of those so-called philosophies.

"Where is Paiduì?" Mo Xie asked knowingly, but he didn't dare to guarantee that the plot would still be the same rhythm after he topped the bag.

"Havenqiu, I'll pick you up in the evening if you want to go. Matt was still pondering, and according to Mo Ye's guess, he should have remembered Casey, the girl he dumped, but he never forgot about him.

Who hasn't done a few things when they were young, and if they are too entangled in past mistakes, they will often miss the opportunity to recover again. Just like Matt, he is full of philosophy, but he has lost the courage that is often mentioned in philosophy.

However, a qiē will be changed after tonight, whether it is Mo Xie or Matt, or this world.

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For those who wait for nightfall, it always comes very late, and I don't know whether it should be explained by Einstein's theory of relativity or someone's philosophy.

But none of this matters anymore, and Mo Ye, who was too distracted to hear Andrew's father ask him to take something, finally waited for Matt's headlights after receiving an old punch.

"Hi-man, you look like you're in good shape. I don't know if Dongdi is Mo Ye's highly concentrated Jing God at the moment or the dust scattered on his body, Matt said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "This is the first time you've gone to participate in the pie, right?"

"I haven't been there before, and the last time I wanted to go, Haven Hill was closed, and I don't know when it reopened. "Mo Xie half-truths and half-truths, and at the same time debugging the camera, tonight's qiē depends on this machine, this is a letter of introduction to enter the secret cave.

"Hey, listen, be careful. Matt pointed to Mo Ye's camera, "Not everyone likes to be filmed, especially someone like you who isn't bad at all. ”

"Oh. I understand. Mo Xie looked at the clothes on his body, Andrew's clothes were basically pullovers and sweatshirts, all of which were outdated and cheap. If Andrew himself wears it, it will definitely be full of ** silk, but is it not evil......

Well, it's a breath better than Andrew himself.

Mo Xie is a descendant of Yan and Huang in the traditional sense, and in the final analysis, it is more suitable to wear oriental clothes, so he wears a shirt inside.

This pairing......

Mo Xie is not very good at this kind of thing.

Matt started the car and rushed to Havenqiu. His face was as calm as usual, just like the bohemian tune on his car radio.

……

There were only a few makeshift facilities on the dance floor, a few high platforms that were not too high, and nothing could be seen when the trivial lights were scattered.

Young people, as long as the atmosphere is high enough, other things are not in their consideration.

Mo Ye held a camera and wore a baseball cap, looking like a reporter.

Maybe it's his style that keeps him from being beaten like Andrew in the original play.

"Hey, hey!" a female voice said through the crowd, "What are you filming?"

Mo Xie knew that it was Casey who came, so he moved out of his tried and tested routine:

"I'm filming this pie! It's a very interesting pie!"

Mo Xie deliberately raised his voice by taking advantage of the noisy music of the scene, which immediately attracted a chorus of approval.

"Cool! I took it for my blog!" Casey's voice was not small, but somehow Mo Xie suddenly thought of the scene where Matt was scolded by her.

Matt is definitely no match for her in this regard, but he has his own killer tricks......

"Hey, Kathy!" said Matt, still casually, as if he was not in the middle of a lively party but giving a speech at school—though as far as Mo Xie knew, he had never spoken.

"Hey!" replied politely, and Casey said, "You're also coming to this party?"

"No, no. Carl Jung said, 'Pai duì is just a way for people to find public affirmation,' and I'm not the kind of person who needs to be cool, you know?"

This sentence is abnormal, although Matt has an actor-level expression on his face, but he is not an actor himself, and he does not have that kind of convincing temperament.

"It's really amazing to use psychology to analyze a farm pie, Matt. Casey said this, but she turned away from Matt, repeating the word "amazing" in her mouth. But does Mo Ye sound so much like a "bastard"?("Great" and "bastard" are pronounced similarly in English.) ）

"Hey!" Matt shouted at Casey's back, but didn't get any response.

"I'm going to look somewhere else. Mo Xie slipped away with the camera, and the provincial Matt pulled him to say a long part of the philosophy that only Andrew was willing to be an audience.