The strongest way to be narcissistic

The barbecue stall that Song Ange went to was the one he had been going to since junior high school. It was at booth 23 in Jiangbian Square in Mingcheng.

It is far away from the place where he and the annoying ghost live, and the two of them came here on a shared bicycle, which is called green travel and exercise.

The owner of the shop is a couple in their 40s. The proprietress is standing outside yelling to attract customers, while the boss is grilling things in front of the grill.

"Isn't this An Ge? I haven't seen her for so long and I've grown a lot taller."

When Song Ange came, the proprietress recognized him at a glance and greeted him with a smile. There are a lot of people eating barbecue now. She found a folding table and found a cooler corner, and set it up for Song Ange.

Speaking of height, Qiao Peicheng looked at Song Ange beside him, and found that what the proprietress said was true, Song Ange had indeed grown a little taller.

Before, the top of Song Ange's head could just touch his chin, but now it has reached a little bit above his chin.

He vaguely felt a sense of relief that his cub had suddenly grown up.

"What are you looking at?" Song Ange caught a glimpse of the annoying ghost looking at her head.

Hmph, how tall is he?

Maybe he can develop a second time, killing his height in seconds.

"Look at you." Qiao Peicheng smiled.

When a certain idiot was suddenly praised in a daze, Qiao Peisheng went to the stall to choose what he wanted to eat.

"that's it."

He picked quickly, without a moment's hesitation, as if he had formed an instinct after eating countless times.

The plates are all Song Ange's favorite food. Every time he orders something, he comes and goes. At this point, Qiao Peisheng's taste has not changed with the passage of time. The same thing He ordered for two.

Song Ange has been patronizing for so many years, the boss naturally knows what he likes to eat.Looking at the two plates of the same food, he couldn't help but look at the tall boy who didn't know whether he was wearing colored contact lenses or he was a foreigner.

He remembered that Ai and Song Ange used to come here to eat barbecue, but it wasn't the one in front of him.

Qiao Peicheng didn't care about the boss' doubts, and turned around to see Song Ange standing behind him, staring at the two identical items.

"I've ordered, you just go and sit down."

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior.With such a large population base in the world, there will always be people with exactly the same taste, and such things as coincidences often happen, there is nothing worthy of Song Ange's exploration.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Song Ange had dreamed about the episodes of his life, and he didn't know that since they lived together, Song Ange would always subconsciously observe the commonalities between the two of them.

For Song Ange, every coincidence is undoubtedly a proof of the fact that Qiao Peisheng used to be Song Ange.

"I'll make an exception for you to drink today, but I can only drink one bottle of beer at most." Qiao Peisheng continued to do what he was familiar with, and took out two cold beers from the nearby freezer.He also only drank one bottle, and he had to go out for something today so he couldn't get drunk.

Song Ange must have wine with barbecue, and it must be iced.

The first time may be a coincidence, and the second time may also be a coincidence, but the similarities cannot always be a coincidence.

Eating habits, unappetizing expressions, barbecue with cold beer, bad sleeping posture, knowing his temper well, always knowing how to extinguish his anger, paying extra attention to sister Tong, saying some inexplicable words...

All of these are kneaded together, and all of them prove a fact——

Qiao Peisheng once worked as Song Ange.

"What are you doing with a stinky face while I'm eating barbecue for you?"

Qiao Peisheng found that Song Ange was too quiet after ten minutes.Sitting alone on a small bench, bowing his head without speaking or looking around, he seemed to be a poor little person who was abandoned and ignored.

Which nerve is this?

Hearing this, the young man raised his head and stared at the half-breed boy who had no facial resemblance to him with his dark eyes.

"Brother Cheng." He said.

"Huh?" Qiao Peicheng, who was filling Song Ange's wine, responded softly.

"Why do you know me so well? Have we met before?" Song Ange was still unwilling to believe that dream 100%.I don't know why, what he was still curious about before, but now he is somewhat resistant.

He needs a reason, a reason that can explain that these things have nothing to do with his dream, even if it is a lie to him, as long as the lie succeeds in making him believe that Qiao Peisheng has nothing to do with the dream.

It seems that he can do something with peace of mind...

As for what he wanted to do, Song Ange himself was not very clear.

Anyway, he just didn't want to accept that Qiao Peisheng was Song Ange, unless the other party told him that he was the same person as him.

Facing Song Ange's sudden question, Qiao Peisheng didn't give an answer immediately.

He knew that Song Ange would always ask about this question. If it were him, if a person somehow broke into his life, intervened in his behavior and tried to control his life, he would call the police and hand him over to the police uncle for interrogation. .

Or keep silent until he tells the truth.

Qiao Pei Shengming knew that Song Ange might ask this question, but he never thought of a perfect answer in advance to deal with it.Because whether it's a lie or the truth, it will make people feel absurd to tell it out, and it will only make people think that he is mentally ill.

"Because there is a definite number in the dark." Qiao Peicheng chose to respond in a relatively low-pitched way.

Sure enough, the boy sitting across from him squeezed the glass that he had filled with cold beer in the next second, showing a look that he wanted to say something but felt that he was an idiot when he said it. Drank it down, poured it again, and drank half of it.

He was not satisfied with this answer.

"Why are you so nice to me? What do you want after spending so much money on me?"

There should be a definite reason for this, right?

"Love is too much, I want to find a clear goal to release my kindness that I have no place to put, and you just fell from the sky, I think this is probably the so-called fate arrangement. It's normal to spend some money to show love, but you actually save money. "Qiao Peicheng smiled nonsense.

It was a serious question that required serious thinking before it could be answered, but Qiao Peisheng directly turned it into I know you know I'm talking nonsense, but I just want to see you clearly know that I'm talking nonsense, and I have to hold back if I want to get angry appearance.

Damn bad taste.

The young man viciously took a bite of the chicken leg that had been baked and put it on the table. While tearing it open, he stared at the annoying ghost opposite, imagining that what he bit off now was this guy's annoying face that was always smiling!

Regardless of the facts, Qiao Peisheng couldn't be Song Ange with him anyway, absolutely not.

Because Song Ange is not as annoying as Qiao Peisheng!

It is inevitable to meet acquaintances in the places where you often come. If Song Ange or Qiao Peisheng knew that they would meet someone here today, no one would be willing to come here.

But some things are like this, the less you want to see people, the more likely they are to show up uninvited.

The person who came was Zhao Jianshui, Zhao Jianshui who hadn't been contacted by Song Ange before because of some things.

Before that, their relationship had always been good. The other party helped Song Ange a lot. They belonged to the type of close buddies who had drunk, fought and talked.

But that was before, because at that time Song Ange didn't know that the other party was buying and selling such harmful things. If he knew it from the beginning, he and him would never have any intersection.

Zhao Jianshui didn't appear alone, but was followed by three boys whom Song Ange knew well. These three people had been hanging around with Zhao Jianshui before he knew Zhao Jianshui.

Today's Zhao Jianshui and Song Ange's outfits are exactly the same at this time, with a vest and half trousers, flip flops, and a neat cropped head.

He usually grows hair that can cover his brow bone, but now he has shaved his head, revealing a clean and fresh face. It can be seen that there is an obvious scar on the brow bone, which matches with his fierce eagle-like eyes, which is vicious and fierce.

The first thing he saw was Song Ange who was showing an angry look.

He is familiar with this appearance, Song Ange is very attractive to the outside world.In fact, he also knows all kinds of childishness in private.

Who made them friends who had known each other for five or six years.

In the process of raising his eyes unintentionally, Song Ange inevitably met this gaze that was staring at him closely.

He slowly put away his facial expression, and the emotion in his eyebrows and eyes faded a lot.

The hooligans behind Zhao Jianshui saw Zhao Jianshui constantly turning on and off the lighter with his thumb, which was one of the manifestations of Zhao Jianshui's upset mood.

The reason for their displeasure was basically determined to be Song Ange, but they couldn't guess the more specific reason.

"Song Ange, I haven't seen you for so long, where did you get rich?"

The gangster moved a stool and sat next to Singer Song An. He noticed that there was someone he didn't know here. When he saw Qiao Peicheng's face, he immediately grinned and said, "I said, recently I couldn't find anyone, so I went to the international circle. Dude, did you come out of that place?"

Qiao Peisheng drank and remained silent.

This group of people typically came to find fault, and everything they said was a waste of saliva.

"Song Ange, it's been a long time since we barbecued together, so it's finally a coincidence, let's go together." Another gangster pulled a table from a place where no one was sitting next to him, and consciously put it together with Song Ange's.

"Brother Shui, sit down." The last gangster brought a stool to Zhao Jianshui, and placed it beside Song Ange.

Zhao Jianshui walked up to Song Ange, looked down at the boy who was three years younger than him, and then looked at the familiar gray-blue-eyed man opposite him.

He was speculating about the relationship between the two.

"I'm full." Song Ange, who hadn't finished eating a chicken leg, immediately got up the second Zhao Jianshui sat down, and signaled the annoying ghost opposite to leave quickly.

There was a pile of barbecues on the table, and Qiao Peicheng hadn't started it yet. He put down the grilled squid that he hadn't eaten yet, took out a paper towel and slowly wiped off the oil on his hands.

It's true that you can't eat here, after all, it affects your appetite, but things can't be wasted.

Under the gaze of many people, Qiao Peicheng stood up and asked the boss for two pieces of tin foil to wrap the things and put them in the package.

He said to Song Ange who had been waiting impatiently: "Go home and eat, don't waste it."

Ignore the few people sitting there the whole time.

"It's up to you to save." Song Ange glared at him, wishing he could grab the hands of the annoying ghost and leave quickly.

It's not a joke that Zhao Jianshui really wants to find fault. He can't beat the idiot, and he can't beat Zhao Jianshui either.

Zhao Jianshui's ruthlessness is a desperate act, and no one can stop it.In the past two years, there have been many wounding incidents that required him to be imprisoned, but he always came out in peace.

The impatient Song Ange couldn't bear Qiao Peicheng's calm appearance, so he grabbed the barbecue bag in his hand, grabbed his arm, and urged him to leave quickly.

The two left somewhere under the gaze of four people.

"Brother Shui, don't you stop?" The gangster who spoke first turned his head and asked Zhao Jianshui who had been silent all this time.As long as Zhao Jianshui gives instructions, they will definitely press Song Ange over to teach him a lesson.

I don't know what's wrong?The two haven't been in touch since Song Ange got angry and left on his birthday last time.Speaking of which, last month, Brother Shui asked him to go to Longkou Street to inquire about Song Ange's situation. Song Ange seemed to have evaporated from the world, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find anyone.

In the past few days, Brother Shui was in a very irritable mood, getting angry at every turn.

"Need not."

Zhao Jianshui's eyes were fixed on the beer mug that Song Ange had drunk, and there was still half a glass of beer in it.

He ran his finger along the rim of the glass.

"Eat by yourself, I have no appetite, so I'm leaving."

With the sound of the plastic stool being kicked aside vigorously, Zhao Jianshui's figure disappeared in the smoke from a pile of barbecue stalls.

Leaving the riverside square, Song Ange made sure that the distance would not be a problem, so he slowed down.

"Really cowardly."

He heard the people around him chuckle and mock.

"You know what!" He was obviously trying to save him, okay?

It's good that the ghost has a high force value, but does he dare to use his knife and fight people desperately?Zhao Jianshui is very daring, the kind of daring who doesn't care.

I don't understand all of this, the idiot has never done Song Ange before.

When the time comes, the sword has no eyes, so he doesn't care about this idiot, and runs away by himself.

Of course Zhao Jianshui's ruthless Qiao Peisheng knew about it, but he didn't think that the other party would hurt Song Ange.

Strange to say, when Qiao Peisheng was Song Ange, he felt that apart from other things, Zhao Jianshui was actually quite nice to him.

When he was implicated because of Zhao Jianshui's affairs, the other party not only didn't take the opportunity to trick him, but also produced various proofs to make it clear that he had nothing to do with this dirty deal.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Song Cheng to get him out so quickly.

Zhao Jianshui is a very complicated existence to Qiao Peisheng.During the time when he was Song Ange, he didn't know how to treat him correctly. During the time when Zhao Jianshui was serving his sentence, he would send him things, but never visited him.

As for what happened to people later?Qiao Peisheng didn't know, because Song Ange was already dead.

"Since you are so afraid, why did you associate with him before?"

"He's actually not that bad." Song Ange frowned. "But he can't be said to be a good person, at least he didn't treat me badly."

He's not a good guy himself, so it's not surprising that he gets along with Zhao Jianshui, right?

Qiao Peisheng knew what was contradicting Song Ange's heart, so he stood still and asked, "Then do you want to go back to him now?"

"Do I look stupid?" Song Ange pointed at himself angrily.

No matter how good the relationship is, it can be turned around.

Turning his face in this situation may mean that he will be even more ruthless in dealing with his usual enemies.

OK, not so stupid.

"Little friend Song."

"what?"

"Next time you see him, don't be so vain, the weaker you are, the more you will be bullied."

"It's easy to say, but if you really want to put it on you, you might be worse than me."

"I haven't said anything yet, what are you in a hurry for?" If you are frizzy all day long, if you don't bother him, who should you turn to?

"Say it quickly, it won't taste good when my barbecue gets cold."

Just know to eat.

Qiao Peicheng had no choice but to raise his arm, and put his fingertips against the boy's forehead, which was sweating thinly because of the hot weather.

"I want to say, don't be hypocritical, I will stand in front of you to protect you and give you confidence, so that others will not dare to bully you casually."

Song Ange needed someone to protect him. At least when Qiao Peisheng was Song Ange in his youth, he hoped that someone could give him this sense of security.

The idiot Song Ange must also hope so.

So he will give him this sense of security.

No one wants to protect Song Ange who needs a sense of security, so let him protect.

He is happy to protect himself.

Blown by the hot evening wind, stared at by gray-blue eyes, and promised by a gentle voice, the young man quietly asked himself——

What does it feel like to pluck at the heartstrings?

Song Ange, who turned his face away, covered his face with his arms seemingly casually, the shadows of the trees on the side of the street shrouded him unnaturally, and the beating of his heart seemed to be thumping in his ears.

It is this feeling.

A damn momentary heartbeat illusion.

The author has something to say: going out to eat, the second update may not be posted until very late_(:з」∠)_