Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Zhong Yi carefully opened the car door and rushed up silently.

Shen Xifeng leaned on the back of the chair, breathing deeply and deeply, and slept soundly.

Brother Cheng should know where to go next, and as soon as Zhong Yi got into the car, he started to drive forward.

Zhong Yi looked at his phone, it was almost 5 o'clock, how could normal people sleep at this time, and only Shen Xifeng, who had an extremely irregular schedule, could fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

During home tutoring last week, he would often ask for sleep at an unexpected hour.

For example, before lunch or after dinner, the time is not long, half an hour is enough. After waking up, the blood will be revived immediately, and you can stay up until 2 or 3 o'clock at night.

Long-term work away from home has affected Shen Xifeng's sleep.

Zhong Yi noticed that he was taking melatonin, so when he was sleeping, he would keep absolutely quiet.

On the evening of the weekend, the traffic in Beijing was relatively smooth, with nanny cars passing through the streets and alleys.

Suddenly ran over a speed bump, the car body shook, Shen Xifeng tilted his body, and his head slid onto Zhong Yi's shoulder.

The big, hairy head was quite heavy, and it was not positioned well, and it swayed with the body of the car.

Zhong Yi had no choice but to flatten his shoulders, and stretched out his hand to push his big head in, only then did Shen Xifeng sleep soundly again.

A strand of hair rubbed against Zhong Yi's face, he turned his face slightly, and could smell the same shampoo as his own.

This scene made him think of two cats snuggling together for no reason, and then it was time to lick each other's fur.

Amused by his own thought, he ignored why two people who were away from home for a week at the same time used the same shampoo.

Shen Xifeng woke up when the body shook, leaned towards Zhong Yi in a daze, and felt that he had adjusted his position, and the hazy drowsiness dissipated immediately.

Zhong Yi was a little shorter than himself, and it was quite difficult to lean against him, but the shoulders of this thin little friend were quite flat, and the overall comfort was not bad.

He is really young - Shen Xifeng has seen his social security card, he is not yet 17, and he always puts on a young and mature appearance.Zhong Yi's face is cold and indifferent, but in fact, a strawberry and a piece of chocolate can make him happy, and he is very supportive.

Although he is young, his IQ is frighteningly high. No matter how complicated the question is, he can hit the point in a few words.

Shen Xifeng saw that he brushed the real exam questions for the college entrance examination once, and from the beginning to the end, it was like chopping Chinese cabbage, it was extremely good.

Xueba has an innate admiration for Xueba, seeing that they all have their own aura, not to mention this Xueba is still Yanba.

In Shen Xifeng's eyes, Zhong Yi is a full-level player in an orange outfit. Wearing a novice uniform, he can't help but want to get close to him, dreaming that one day he can have the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, standing on the top of the mountain together, overlooking sentient beings.

The neck of a full-level player is warm, and there is a refreshing smell of laundry detergent.

Shen Xifeng was satisfied until his neck was so sore that he suddenly took a deep breath and raised his head, "Huh? You're back?"

Looking out of the window again in confusion, "Are we on the way?"

"It's only a dozen kilometers away." Brother Cheng replied in the front row.

Zhong Yi moved his shoulders and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Good place. A friend who can't be pushed away will come later, don't you mind?"

Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows and shook his head indifferently.

When it was dark, the nanny's car drove to the entrance of the alley, and Brother Cheng turned his head, "If you go any further, you won't be able to get in. Get out of the car, and I'll find a place to park."

Shen Xifeng took out the mask and handed Zhong Yi a favor, but Zhong Yi refused to accept it, "There are no fans here, why should I wear it?"

Shen Xifeng pulled Zhong Yi's shoulders and hung the mask on his ears, "Put it on, don't breathe the smog for the people of the capital."

When we got out of the car, there was still moderate sleet outside.

There are not enough umbrellas in the car, and the two of them can only support one together.

The alley was very quiet, except for the patter of rain, only the dim streetlights accompanied them.

Zhong Yi has only changed planes in Beijing a few times, and has never visited a serious city. It is very novel to walk in the alleys at the moment.

Zhong Yi looked back and forth non-stop, his eyes were as clear as if they had been washed with water, Shen Xifeng's heart softened, and he took his arm to avoid the puddles on the ground.

"At any rate, take a look at the road. These broken alleys are all the same. Take your time when you get to the place."

After turning left and right and walking for about ten minutes, I finally arrived at the "place".

It's a vintage house with a vermilion lacquer gate, an ebony plaque, and three gold characters written on iron like silver hooks: Fujia Cuisine.

Shen Xifeng knocked on the door, and whispered in his ear: "The descendants of the Ministry of Internal Affairs opened it, and the big bosses in the Beijing circle have to wait for a number, and they can serve three tables a day."

Before Zhong Yi could reply, the door opened.

The person who came was a girl with bangs and melon seeds. When she saw the two of them, her expression froze and she trembled when she spoke: "You, why are you here? You didn't say anything at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty..."

"I just thought about it on the spur of the moment, and it just so happens that you still have an empty table here." Shen Xifeng bumped Zhong Yi with his shoulder, and the two walked into the courtyard.

The girl was so happy that she jumped up and down, and led the two of them to the west wing.

A decent former Qing old house.

The water tank with the dragon head carved is placed in the center of the front yard. The stone road is uneven, covered with moss and slippery, and the lantern with the word "Fu" hanging from the eaves of the corridor sways in the wind. Everywhere is a scene from a hundred years ago.

When I lowered my head, there was a guide light for emergency escape at my feet. If I looked closely, what was lit in the lantern was also a constant LED light source.

Ancient and modern, old and new, complement each other.

After entering the room, the two of them immediately took off their coats due to the heat coming from their heads.

Shen Xifeng took off the mask, took the down jacket that Zhong Yi took off, and when he passed it to the girl, he saw that she was blushing and staring at him.

Shen Xifeng stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers: "Serve tea, little sister, what are you doing stupidly!"

After the girl went out, Shen Xifeng sat down on the grand teacher's chair under the east wall, raised his chin to Zhong Yi: "How about it, isn't this place nice! It used to be the private house of a certain Lord Belle Fujin, inside and outside the house It’s all old stuff.”

Zhong Yi was attracted by the birdcage hanging under the window.

There was a starling with a black body, and when it saw someone approaching, it screamed, "We have a guest! We have a guest!"

While screaming, he turned his head sideways and looked people up and down with his soybean-sized eyeballs.

Shen Xifeng grabbed the melon seeds and handed them to Zhong Yi: "No, use this to feed."

Zhong Yi took one from his hand, and put it in front of the bamboo cage, the starling jumped over and took it with its sharp beak, bit open the melon shell twice and ate the flesh.

Zhong Yi looked interesting, turned his head and wanted melon seeds to feed the birds, when he saw Shen Xifeng nibbling happily, his eyes glared, "How can you compete with the birds for food?"

Shen Xifeng spat out the skin of the melon seeds and raised his eyebrows, "This is meant for people to eat, so it's not bad to give it a bite! Do you want it? It's very fragrant."

Before Zhongyi could say "no", a melon seed had already been stuffed into his mouth.He was startled, and had no choice but to try to peel the shell with his teeth.

"It's delicious!" Shen Xifeng smiled unnaturally. Just now, he touched Zhong Yi's lips, which were cool but soft like cotton candy.

He lowered his hand and rubbed his thumb with his index finger, trying to get rid of the dryness.

Zhong Yi glanced at him, took out a tissue to spit out the melon seed shells, and reprimanded: "Go and wash your hands."

Shen Xifeng poured the melon seeds back into the small dish, and walked out together with Zhong Yi: "Let's go together, how long has it been since you went to the bathroom?"

When the two returned to the house, Brother Cheng also arrived, talking to someone with his back to the door.

Hearing the movement, he poked his head out behind him, and grinned at Shen Xifeng: "Your kid is big enough! Just a quick phone call will eat 'Fujia'. In the city of Beijing, only you, the young master, can It can be done!"

Shen Xifeng laughed and scolded, pulled away the chair and let Zhong Yi sit down first, then sat next to him, pointed to the Beijing-style ruffian on the opposite side and introduced: "This is Jing Mingchu, his mouth is cheaper than others."

He patted Zhong Yi on the shoulder again, "My classmate, came to visit the university in advance."

"Which school?"

Jing Mingchu seemed to be about the same age as the two of them, and looked quite energetic, but that smile and frown looked like coming out of a rich family.

"He's a decent recommended student from B University, not the same as you dawdling around."

Being with Jing Mingchu, Shen Xifeng's accent also had a bit of a Beijing flavor, he took a sip from the tea bowl while talking, then turned to look at Zhong Yi: "I can't taste good or bad, but it's very fragrant, how about some?"

After hearing this, Zhong Yi reached for the teacup and heard Jing Mingchu asking again: "Alumnus! But the recommended departments are not good, which department are you from?"

Zhong Yi stopped, looked at Jing Mingchu upright, and then smiled: "Not yet decided, let me choose by myself after visiting the school."

Virtue!

The young master, who was five people and six people, gritted his back molars, and turned to Shen Xifeng, who was holding back a smile, "Hey, do you think all the students in your school are so sloppy? You don't even know how to be a person with your tail tucked when you meet for the first time?"

It was rare to see Jing Mingchu being deflated, Shen Xifeng was in a good mood, and grabbed Zhong Yi's shoulders, "This is the treasure of our school. He is tall, handsome and a top student. He will teach you how to be a man every minute."

While laughing and chatting noisyly, someone knocked lightly on the door. Jing Mingchu, who was facing the door, stood up first, and nodded with a smile, "Hello, Third Aunt."

Shen Xifeng also stood up with the two people around him, and greeted those who came: "Hello, Aunt Mei, I'm here again."

A woman with gentle features stood at the door, followed by the little girl who opened the door just now. There were four or five dishes of cold dishes in the tray in her hand.

The woman called Aunt Mei swept around the people in the room with a smile, and her eyes fell on Shen Xifeng, "I haven't been here for more than half a year, why do I suddenly have an elegant mood today? It was too late when I called at the beginning of Ming Dynasty. But I returned a table of guests for you."

"Thank you, Aunt Mei!" Shen Xifeng smiled brightly, "I have more time in Beijing this time, so I just wanted to greet you and bring my classmates here to see the world."

Aunt Mei was so coaxed by Shen Xifeng that she smiled, looked at Zhong Yi in a blink of an eye, nodded and said: "Okay, I just bought a few Australian dragons today, you are lucky."

After the girl finished serving the dishes, she pointed to one of the rose jujubes and said to Shen Xifeng, "My second uncle made this with his own hands, try it."

Jing Mingchu on the opposite side was unhappy, "Hey! Fumian, you little girl! If you don't honor your cousin first, how can you give good things to outsiders?"

Fumian's little girl gave Jing Mingchu a glance, "You don't usually eat less? It's rare for Shen Yu to come here once. Would you mind robbing him of you?"

Shen Xifeng grinned, "Thank you, sister!"

After Aunt Mei and Fu Mian left the room, Shen Xifeng immediately picked up the plate of dates, and handed it to Zhong Yi like a treasure: "Her second uncle is the head of Fujia Cuisine, and I have never eaten anything made by him. Rare!"

Zhong Yi looked at the rose petals and candied dates on the plate, without moving.

Shen Xifeng was surprised: "Don't you have a sweet tooth? This is really good."

Zhong Yi raised his eyelids, "Jujubes have a strange smell, I don't like them."

"..."

How dare he say that he is not picky?

Shen Xifeng suddenly understood why Zhong Yi was able to lose weight within a week. The meaning of this guy who is not picky about his feelings is to eat what he likes, and not to eat what he doesn't like!

Yes, I really don't pick, just don't eat.

When Jing Ming first saw that Zhong Yi didn't want to eat, he immediately stretched out his long hand: "Put your ass on your lap, quickly bring it to Grandpa!"