I'll admit, I'm a little curious about what Angie's home would be like. But that doesn't mean I want to visit his house, visit it, or even stay overnight.

I don't like the sense of oppression that others give me when they come to my house, and the sense of restraint I feel when I go to other people's homes.

Whichever is more, I'd rather have people come to my house – at least it's a familiar space.

But at this time, because the other party is Anqi, my resistance is not so strong.

He had his hands in his pockets, like a steady man — not a high school student. He looked expectant, waiting for me to make a decision.

"It's okay if you don't want to go home with me," said Angel again, "but you can't stay here. ”

"Where else can you go if you're not here?" I smiled wryly. I have nowhere to go.

"Are you in an Internet café?" Angel asked again, "You haven't been there, have you?" ”

I really haven't been. Anqi looked at me speechlessly: "Kang Rong, you......"

I thought that the options given to me by Angel were actually not satisfactory. Even if my own choice was worse.

"My house, Internet café, KTV - give you a minute to choose one." Angel said, looking at her watch.

I calculated my pocket money, and I was a little unsure: "Your family." ”

"Kang Rong, you won't die before you get old, will you? Internet café KTV can't attract you all night? Angel was exaggerating.

"I'm old and decrepit, okay?" I was still leaning against the wall, lazily glancing at him, "If you don't welcome me, I'll just squat here and wait for him to leave before entering the door." ”

"How could you not be welcome? My dad knows that you are helping me with my tuition, and he will definitely provide for you when he sees you. Angel leaned closer to my face again: "Although you are a little older, you are still old and fresh, and my parents must like it too." ”

"You're enough......" I was speechless again. Angel's tone made me feel unpleasant—like through the transparent glass, I could see the beautiful iron tower in the crystal ball, but I couldn't touch it.

Angel's home was just as I imagined it to be – clean, comfortable and nice. Even, the décor of his house is even warmer than I expected.

His father was tall, imposing, and humorous; His mother was gentle-looking and soft-spoken.

After a brief conversation, Angel's father went back to his bedroom. His mother peeled the fruit for us, arranged it into a simple and pleasing platter, put it on the desk in Angel's bedroom, and left.

I think the way they get along as a family is very comfortable – neither too intrusive nor thoughtful.

Angel's bedroom was ...... I'm having a hard time finding a precise word to describe it. In short, his spacious bedroom seems to contain the sounds and colors of the whole world.

On one wall are photos of tourists traveling from all over the world, and on the other side is a collection of albums and videos of his favorite artists. The background wall at the head of his bed is plastered with movie posters of Western blockbusters such as "The Lord of the Rings," "The Matrix," "Batman," "Charlie's Chocolate Factory" and "Pirates of the Caribbean." Next to his desk, there is also a full MBL sound system.

"Why are you stunned?" Angel took out a set of clothes from his large closet and threw it at me, "I'll wear my pajamas." His gaze wandered over my lower body again, "Are you wearing my panties?" ”

How to listen to this and how obscene. I may be blushing.

Angel pulled out a pair of black underwear from the big wardrobe that made people stunned when he looked at it and walked over to put it in my hand, with an extremely frank expression: "I remember that you wear blue flat bottoms?" I don't have the blue, you will go down. ”

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't speak, so I fled to the bathroom to wash up. I used Angel's new toothbrush and mouth full of toothpaste foam while reflecting on when I was gone.

Damn, it's not scientific - I'm not the kind of guy who can smug around the dorm room with his pants on.

After taking a shower, I stared at Angel's kaleidoscope of limited-edition audio-visual collections and simple and atmospheric German-style craft audio equipment.

I vaguely thought that I had gone from being surrounded by a group of "good students" to being surrounded by a group of "rich second generations".

Previously, I only thought that Angel's family was well-off, but it was impossible for the whole city to have a second, audiophile-level dream speaker, but I was deeply aware of the gap between us.

Poverty has left me with no confidence; What makes me even more unconfident is my family.

Angel's parents supported his interests, respected his friends, and gave him free personal space......

I know that I should not be jealous of my friends, and I can only feel sorry and disgusted for myself.