American drama of life

Chapter 39

Columbia student apartment.

"By the way, sandwiches!"

Phoebe paused and held out his hand to his cousin Matthew.

"……Give."

Matthew took out a sandwich from his bag and handed it to Phoebe reluctantly.

"Certainly not here."

Chandler smiled and said: "Most of the ones in the university are long strips, half a meter long, enough for a group of people to eat together."

Phoebe took it, crumbled the sandwich with her hands, and went to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet.

Matthew looked wryly.

This is a treasure that he has endured and endured while driving on the road, wanting to settle down and relax in a new place.

"Let's go."

Phoebe smiled contentedly and pulled Matthew out.

Luke and Chandler were side by side and followed behind.

"You're a little weird today."

Chandler joked: "How can anyone say that when they first met, and those who don't know think you are Matthew's brother."

"Do you think I'm talking too much?"

Luke smiled: "If it's not my friend, the person I care about, he just eats these things for food, and I don't care.

But my friends, the relatives of my eldest sister, are not allowed to have such people.

This is a cancer that harms oneself and friends and relatives.

I met him eating this when we first met. If I didn’t say it, I would be encouraging him in disguise.

Said, he changed, everyone's luck.

Having said that, he was unhappy and alienated us from now on. That was his misfortune, and it was still our good fortune.

So even if I talk more deeply, I will say it.

Besides, Matthew, I don't know how you guys are, but I look fine, not the kind of person who can't listen to people's persuasion. "

Urban sitcoms, albeit with this potential harm because of the influence of White Camel Mountain.

But these people are still good people in nature, and even if they are on the top of their heads for a while, they will eventually be reversed by the positive energy of family and friendship.

No exception!

After all, the positive energy of family, friendship and love is the core selling point of these sitcoms.

The shadow of private goods mixed with White Camel Mountain cannot be brought to the table aboveboard.

And Luke, who had watched the American drama How I Met Your Mother in his previous life, knew that Matthew was also the one with the most positive values ​​among all the protagonists of urban sitcoms.

Loyal to love, and practice a lifetime of one pair from beginning to end.

Loyal to friendship, never talking about the code of brotherhood, but aiming at the brother's girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, and friends, always by the side to support when needed.

Loyal to family, family harmony and closeness.

This is an important reason why Luke is willing to talk in depth.

"I believe what they say now."

Chandler looked at Luke and sighed: "You were adopted at 15, and as soon as you passed, you poured a dozen new bottles of good wine down the toilet because you thought it was bad to drink alcohol.

Compared to that, your friendship is really nothing. "

"I am inseparable from gambling and drugs!"

Luke sternly said.

"Ha ha……"

Chandler smiled and nodded, but nodded, suddenly unable to laugh.

No matter where, gambling has never been synonymous with another word.

Because if there is no restraint, the end of man's fall will ultimately be attributed to those three points.

Luke only said the latter two, but let go of the first one alone, which made him groan, glanced at Luke's grassy face, and couldn't help thinking: "I must never let my mother and He knows! Mmmm! You must not create any more writing material for her!"

The crowd got into Luke's car.

Luke drove them to Granny Phoebe's apartment, cooked the food himself, and made a big meal for everyone.

After dinner.

Phoebe, Grandma Phoebe and the cousin who fell from the sky had a good talk about the family.

“…My mom’s Erickson Family Seven Layer Salad is my favorite.”

Matthew talked about food, and talked about the food made by his mother at home.

"what?"

Phoebe's grandmother groaned: "Seven layers of salad?"

What is this ghost?

"Yeah, sixteen cups of mayonnaise..."

Matthew tried to describe what he remembered his mom doing.

"..."

Phoebe's grandmother was dumbfounded and couldn't help but look at Luke, who was smiling, "You're right."

Who the hell did she pass down the ancestral secret method to!

What happened to the niece over there?
Mayonnaise is always rubbed in an appropriate amount, so why use a cup as a unit, and 16 cups when you open it?
What a devil's recipe this is!
Are you sure it's seven layers of salad and not seven layers of mayo?

Now she is very fortunate to pass the secret recipe to her granddaughter.

After a few hours of chatting, Luke drove Matthew back to school.

"Go this way..."

Phoebe and Matthew sat in the back row and kept showing Luke the way.

"Isn't this the way to Big Brother?"

Chandler in the passenger seat was puzzled.

"All roads lead to Rome."

Phoebe smiled and said, "Let's just go around in circles and show Matthew the street scene in New York... Okay, pull over here for a while."

Having said this, she completely rolled the window glass down and shouted to the street: "Jessica, Jessica!"

After shouting, he whispered to his cousin Matthew: "Pay attention to her appearance, don't talk!"

On the street, a thin and sloppy woman heard the sound and walked over, lying on the window weakly, and nodded to Phoebe: "Phoebe, you can mix well now."

He glanced at the car, and at Luke, his eyes lit up: "Are you introducing me to business?"

"of course not!"

Phoebe quickly blocked Jessica's sight and began to reminisce with each other. A few jokes that were familiar to each other made Jessica grin and reveal a mouthful of rotten teeth.

Matthew almost vomited when he saw it.

"see it?"

After saying goodbye to this Jessica, Phoebe reminded: "This Jessica used to be a top student, and she also ate 'so-called no-effect' sandwiches in college, and now she has become this ghost.

I'll show you more later.

We don't look at others, just look at the top students become like this. "

"no need."

Matthew shook his head again and again: "I know what you mean, I will never eat special sandwiches again."

"Look at a few more."

Phoebe insisted, pointed out Luke's location, and greeted a few degenerate top students, and let them show their cousin Matthew what they are now.

She used to be the eldest sister on the street and knew too many such people.

"After the subway ride at night to Brooklyn and coming back alive, it won't be the only adventure in my life."

Chandler laughed at himself.

The impact of such close contact with these humanoid zombies is very powerful.

In particular, these people not only stared at him, but also sent invitations.

Luke smiled and ended the show and sent Matthew back.

Brother's dorm.

By the time Luke and the others left, Matthew's roommate had already arrived.

"Hi, my name is Matthew Erickson."

"Hello, I'm Ted Mosby."

A handsome young man greeted Matthew kindly, chatted for a while, and found that they had similar temperaments. He took out a long sandwich from his schoolbag and gestured, "Eat together?"

As soon as Matthew saw it, the rotten teeth and the special disgusting smell immediately appeared in his mind, and he spit it out.

Ted: "..."

(End of this chapter)