Lang Yangyang lowered his eyes: "He means butter in shortbread to my life." ”

Wang Zhijun was almost stunned after hearing this.

Lang Yangyang reached out and grabbed his arm, "What, why do you have this expression." ”

Wang Zhijun: "I want to cry, my dear. ”

After finishing speaking, he really grabbed Lang Yangyang's shoulder and cried for a minute.

This is the first time Lang Yangyang has told others this, and sometimes he doesn't dare to admit it, admitting that he is satisfied with such an ordinary and ordinary life.

As everyone ran forward, he stopped in the shade of the tree.

But now that he dares, where does this courage come from, Lang Yangyang can't say clearly.

Maybe it's a perfect little croissant, maybe it's the customer's "it's delicious", maybe it's Lei Gong's sleeping posture with his belly facing the sky, or maybe it's Zhuang Shuo's rough but warm and dry big hands.

"Okay, don't cry, go home and put something and I'll take you to play and eat something delicious." After Lang Yangyang finished speaking, he thought of Zhuang Shuo's instructions and added: "By the way, do you want to go to my house for dinner tonight, Zhuang Shuo said that he came to cook and make food." ”

Wang Zhijun returned to his bewitching posture and asked with a smile: "Is your husband delicious?" ”

Lang Yangyang immediately said: "It's delicious!" Super delicious! ”

After speaking, he saw Wang Zhijun laughing, and only then did he react and be trapped.

"I mean, the food he cooks is delicious!!"

Chapter 37

The scenery on the way home is still the same, Lang Yangyang looks at it every day, but Wang Zhijun feels very fresh.

The whole creeper climbs the dilapidated wall, the old overpass where the train passes, the roses and the moon that peek out of the courtyard wall.

The concrete road that is often washed by the rain, the dog sleeping soundly at the entrance of the commissary, and the footsteps of returning home slowly.

"I've been commuting in Shanghai for so many years, and I've never seen such a good bloom on the road." Wang Zhijun said.

Lang Yangyang smiled: "How can there be such an exaggeration, there are still some in the park." ”

Wang Zhijun: "I'm not you, I just go to the park if I have nothing to do, I always go to the bar, and there are only chrysanthemums everywhere in the bar." ”

Lang Yang smiled: "Kevin, how can anything come to you and pull it to the genitals, you really haven't changed at all." ”

"But you've changed."

Lang Yangyang was slightly stunned, looking at Wang Zhijun's eyes, he got up early today to catch up with the manuscript, he didn't put on makeup, there was tiredness on his plain face, and there was a faint melancholy.

The two of them don't often talk about their hearts together, Lang Yangyang is not used to telling others this, and he is relatively quiet, but Wang Zhijun talks a lot, but he doesn't say it, no matter what he does, it can become a yellow joke to make everyone happy.

Wang Zhijun smiled, he is Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and the life of day and night has left small fine lines at the end of his eyes.

"You're a lot more cheerful than before," he said. ”

Several people said this, saying that Lang Yang was a lot more cheerful.

Lang Yangyang is not a person who is good at comforting, and Wang Zhijun is also not used to sensationalism, the two looked at each other and smiled, and Lang Yangyang said to take a photo of him here.

"No, I didn't wear any makeup, I'm emaciated to death." Wang Zhijun refused.

Lang Yangyang chased after him: "But it's very good-looking, really, you are handsome without makeup." ”

Wang Zhijun probably wanted to shoot in his heart, and climbed down Lang Yangyang's pole: "Really? ”

"Of course, you're a fashion blogger and a showman!" Lang Yangyang said.

Wang Zhijun was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered something: "Yes, if you don't say it, I forgot it." ”

Lang Yangyang took out his mobile phone, "This can't be forgotten, go, I'll take a picture for you." ”

In the past, when the two went out to play together, Wang Zhijun often asked Lang Yangyang to help him take photos, from the beginning there was no composition, no light, no guidance, and he was trained to know how to find the angle, and he would guide the person being photographed to maintain his facial expressions.

"A little to the left, yes, Kevin, laugh, it's nice to laugh, I really don't lie to you." Lang Yangyang's fingers kept clicking to shoot, ensuring that there were enough photos for Wang Zhijun to choose from.

"Kevin, smile! The wind is blowing Kevin! ”

The late spring wind blew through the rose wall, and the elongated branches were blown and swayed, hitting the tips of Wang Zhijun's hair, and he finally laughed cheerfully.

Now there is Xiaowen in the store who can make a secondary decoration of desserts, Lang Yangyang has prepared enough goods in the morning, and he can accompany Wang Zhijun to go out to play on this day.

After the two went home and walked the dog, the two took a taxi to a few more iconic places in the city center, and listed a few shops that local people like for Lang Yangyang, and Lang Yangyang screened out the right ones according to Wang Zhijun's taste and took him to eat.

At first, Wang Zhijun was a little disgusted with the dilapidated street shop, but it only changed after eating.

The food in Changxi City is mostly snacks, I ate a lot in one afternoon, and went to the mountain park in the city to see the panda monkeys.

Wang Zhijun was shocked to find such a large park in the center of a provincial capital, full of wild monkeys.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhuang Shuo called and said that he was going to leave work, and asked if he would eat out or go home to cook and eat.

Wang Zhijun chose to eat at home.

"I want to see what your life is like again." Wang Zhijun said.

When he took a taxi home, Zhuang Shuo had already returned, Lei Gong was rolling in the yard, and when he saw Lang Yangyang and Wang Zhijun coming back, he jumped up and hugged him.

Zhuang Shuo heard movement in the yard, and ran out with a soup spoon, "Are you back?" ”

"Wow!" Wang Zhijun looked up and down at Zhuang Shuo, who was wearing a vest and jeans and holding a soup spoon: "So hot!" ”

The vest may have been washed many times because of its poor quality, and the neckline became loose and baggy, which could cover those two points, and the lines of the chest and arms were all exposed.

Lang Yangyang held back a smile, watching Zhuang Shuo twist and lift the neckline of his vest, he officially said thank you, and said: "I installed the game console, you guys play games and wait for dinner." ”

After saying that, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and entered the house, fished out an apron in the kitchen and put it on.

The old house was simply repaired, and a few furniture and appliances were replaced, and it looked good, although the yard was small, but it was kept clean.

It's not as good as a building, but it's good for two people and a dog to live.

Lang Yangyang and Wang Zhijun went in, turned on the headlights in the living room, and Lei Gong also followed, and as soon as they came in, they ran to the carpet and sat down, waiting for the people who had just returned home to feed them snacks.

"Yangyang, is this a photo of you getting married?"

Lang Yangyang was busy putting the bags of the two of them and the fruits he bought, but he didn't notice it, and when he walked over to look, he found that there was a big photo hanging on the wall where the sofa was leaning.

——It's the photo that Lao Crooked took on the night of the wedding banquet.

It's a big one, just like the horse picture that my grandfather pasted on the wall, and it's inlaid with a wooden frame.

Before, Zhuang Shuo's mother said to frame it, but she didn't expect it to be so big.

Lang Yangyang smiled: "Well, look at the one behind me, it's Yoyo, the barista in my shop, you saw it in the morning." ”

Wang Zhijun snorted, attracted by another person: "Who is the tall and strong black-skinned muscular man on your husband's left?" ”

"His friend, the tall one is called Zhang Xiaojun, and the thin one wearing a hat is called Lao Crooked."

"Is Zhang Xiaojun gay?"

Lang Yangyang turned his head to look at Wang Zhijun, his face expressionless.

Wang Zhijun: "Okay. ”

After speaking, he tilted his head and looked at it again, "It's my fate to fall in love with a straight man, I know." ”

Wang Zhijun sat down on the sofa, took a snack and interacted with Lei Gong, Lang Yangyang stared at the wedding photo and looked at it, saw the smile of the second aunt, saw the hand he and Zhuang Shuo held tightly, and the red corsage pinned to their chests.

The decoration of the small restaurant is quaint, and the relatives and friends present are also very simple, ordinary, but they are very happy.

Lang Yangyang went to the kitchen to see if there was anything he could do to help Zhuang Shuo, and when he went in, he saw him wearing an apron, and he stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Shuo waved the big spoon in his hand, "There is a lot of smoke here, let's go out and play." ”

Lang Yangyang stared at his upper body and said, "It doesn't matter, whether this pumpkin seedling is to be picked or not, I'll get it." ”

Zhuang Shuo smiled and said yes, but he was uncomfortable with Lang Yangyang's eyes: "What's wrong with me?" ”

He looked down at his apron clothes, and there was nothing dirty.

Lang Yangyang secretly glanced at Wang Zhijun and Lei Gong in the living room, lowered his voice and said with a wicked smile: "It's nothing, it's just so hot!" ”

Zhuang Shuo: "What's the matter! I put my apron on. ”

Lang Yangyang took off the pumpkin hat into sections, looked up at him and said, "As soon as I wear the apron, I can't see the vest, it's very similar to the kind of cosplay with a blank in it." ”

"My iron-clad soldier! I rub the edge?! ”

"It's good, it's not like it." Lang Yangyang immediately softened and buried himself in picking vegetables.

But Zhuang Shuo couldn't sit still, took off his apron and immediately went to change into a T-shirt.

Wang Zhijun and Lei Gong were a little confused when they saw Zhuang Shuo hurriedly entering the bedroom, changing clothes and hurriedly returning to the kitchen to cook.

I made five dishes today, the big dish is spicy chicken, this Zhuang Shuo has done a lot, and he is more adept. A plate of stir-fried pork belly with garlic sprouts, a plate of pork liver fried in the palace, and a vegetarian dish is stir-fried beef cabbage, and the soup is a local vegetarian sour soup.

They are all home-cooked dishes, combined with Wang Zhijun's favorite sour and hot tastes, and local seasonal vegetables are also available, Zhuang Shuo stood at the table and arranged the dishes and chopsticks, thinking that this should not be a guest who neglects his wife.

After playing outside for a day and going to climb the mountain in the afternoon, Lang Yangyang and Wang Zhijun were really hungry, so they ate for twenty minutes before they started eating.

Zhuang Shuo was very satisfied with this, and said, "We can go out for some barbecue later, there are two good ones on Xiaoying Road." ”

Lang Yangyang looked at Wang Zhijun: "Do you want to go?" ”

Wang Zhijun: "I want to go to the bar, I searched the Internet for what it was called and what it was playing, and the guide said that there were many fierce men in it." ”

"But ......" As soon as Lang Yangyang opened his mouth to say a word, Zhuang Shuo happily agreed: "Okay, I don't drink, I'll drive later." ”

Lang pursed his lips and nodded.

That bar Lang Yangyang has heard that it is the biggest gay bar in Changxi City, but according to Yoyo, the macho man is marketing, because when she went, it was all sisters.

A macho man will be besieged immediately, but there are a lot of muscles 0 dancing on the stage.

Zhuang Shuo has never been to the gay bar, and the gay bar he imagined should be the same as the kind of Qing bar with a very atmospheric atmosphere, with beautiful music, dim lighting, and full of atmosphere, everyone chatting and drinking.

However, the reality ......

"It's so noisy!!" Zhuang Shuo walked crampedly against Lang Yangyang, and secretly pulled the corner of his clothes.

Lang Yangyang: "What?! ”

Zhuang Shuo: "There are so many people! It's noisy! ”