Right on Target: Chapter 25 make an appointment

The other side was silent for a while, and suddenly sent three "=w=", and then said: It's stuck.

Su Heting thought Brother Ku was very interesting, so he took pictures of cats and tigers, and replied: Is the Internet at night not good =w=

He also specifically added modal particles.

The other side fell silent after receiving the reply, as if observing the "what".

Su Heting leaned against the back of the chair and didn't tease him again: Do you want to change your eyes?

Viper's eye is expensive, he can't think of what else Xie Zhenshu can be used for.

Xie Zhenshu: No change.

Xie Pillow Book: As a souvenir.

Su Heting: Here it is.

Su Heting: But I have to give it to you face to face. shall we meet?

The other side replies in seconds: See you.

The next moment, Xie Zhenshu sent: I will pick you up.

Su Heting replied "no". He, a macho man who twists bottle caps with his bare hands and punches the Colosseum, doesn't need such a considerate pick-up service, and there are a bunch of inspectors on duty in the corridor guarding him. Just as he was thinking, he sent a message on the other side.

Xie Zhenshu: By the way.

Su Heting: ...

Su Heting: Do you know where I am?

Thank you pillow book:.

Su Heting: Wait for me at the bar.

He threw the phone into his pocket, got up and stretched. It happened that there was a knock on the door of the room, and the person who brought him the bed came. Su Heting smiled all over his face, opened the door, and welcomed the bed in with a warm attitude.

The monk was woken up by the intercom. He was taking a nap in the duty room at that time. As soon as he switched on the intercom, he heard the patrol team shouting urgently, "The cat is gone!"

"What cat?" The monk just woke up, his thinking was slow, he was stunned for a moment, and then he flew into a rage, "Who did you say ran away?!" He got up quickly, remembering that he hadn't had time to put the cat on the sensor lock this time. He immediately took out the spare mobile phone for the elderly, called Su Heting, and when Su Heting got connected, he cursed: "Stinky boy, where are you going!"

Su Heting took the phone away, and the old man was angry: "You don't care if I go out on a date? Go to sleep, bye!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the monk's furious rage, hung up the phone decisively, and blocked the monk's number just to be on the safe side.

The monk was so angry that his seven orifices smoked.

The bar Su Heting mentioned was the last time. He was so impressed by the Sichuan mahjong advertisement of this store that he poked his head around the door before entering to avoid encountering the words "bloody battle to the end".

There are not many people in the bar tonight, and some of them are smoking and playing cards in the corner. The boss behind the bar remembers Su Heting, and this may be the only animal splicing person who can come in and out freely at this point. While wiping the cup, he greeted Su Heting: "Having a rest?"

The tone is natural, as if it is an old friend who is familiar with him. This kind of calmness can be regarded as the stunt of being a bar owner.

"Yes," Su Heting closed the door, "I have an appointment with a friend."

"It's there," the boss motioned Su Heting to look inside, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Su Heting turned his head and saw Xie Pillow Book sitting in the smoky hall. The other party turned his back to the door this time and was still wearing a spotless shirt. His rolled up cuffs exposed his wrist bones, and he didn't wear the watch he wore last time. There was whiskey on the rocks at hand, and there was not much left.

"Don't drive after drinking, and don't drink while driving. You've been drinking now, how can you go home later?" Su Heting pulled out the chair and sat down.

Xie Zhenshu waited for Su Heting to sit down, and extinguished the cigarette in the other hand. In fact, he doesn't smoke very much, he thinks too much tonight. Hearing this, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Please drive for me when the time comes."

As if he didn't want the cat to smell the smoke, he quietly pushed the ashtray aside.

"My driver's skills are poor." Su Heting didn't pay attention to the ashtray, but leaned a little closer and looked at Xie Pillow's book across the table, "Don't you take off the atomizer when you sleep?"

"Well," Xie Pillow book let him read, "Take it off, it will be too ugly to sleep."

Su Heting hasn't slept since he got off the assembly line, but now sitting in a warm place, he couldn't help yawning. His eyes were dimmed, and there was some watery light, as if teasing: "Show me?"

These words are difficult for others, and it does not match the cat's usual personality, but his expression is lazy, and he seems to ask casually.

Xie Zhenshu didn't answer, and the tie was still hanging under the loose collar. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was a boy from a good family being molested, silently expressing his rejection.

Su Heting's conscience was condemned, he got up seriously, took out the modified eye from his pocket, and put it on the table: "Just kidding, don't be sad, come out to make an appointment..." He almost said it was a date, but fortunately he stopped and changed his words in time, " Go out and drink and have fun. The eyes are here, take them away."

Xie Zhenshu said, "I'll call you the money."

"No," Su Heting supported his heavy head, occupied half of the table, stared at Xie Pillow Book, and smiled, "Give it to you."

Xie Zhenshu's bent knuckles accidentally knocked against the wine glass, making a soft sound.

"You made a great contribution that night, don't you forget? The Viper called for reinforcements," Su Heting simulated the sound of "swoosh" when he landed, and drew his index finger between the two of them. If you don’t come, it’s hard to tell the outcome.”

Xie Zhenshu picked up the wine glass: "You have already thanked me."

"Taking a bath is my personal hobby," Su Heting pushed the modified eyes forward with his fingers, "I'll give you the things, let's settle—"

Xie Zhenshu suddenly said, "No more."

"Ah?" Su Heting was stuck in his stomach. He observed Xie Zhenshu's expression, and saw that the other party looked serious, and he didn't seem to be fake, so he became more and more puzzled, "Why? Didn't you want it just now? We are both sitting here , don’t you want it for free?”

He hasn't sold his favor yet, what a great opportunity.

Xie Zhenshu put down the wine glass, and the ice cubes made a soft clang. The boss is greeting the new arrivals, old world music is playing on the screen, and no one around pays any attention to the two of them. He was silent, as if in a tantrum, not liking a certain word the cat said.

Su Heting is not angry, he is very patient tonight, and he still propped his head up, looking at Xie Zhenshu's wine glass. The wine in the glass was gone, only ice cubes remained. He let out an "oh" and said clearly, "Drunk?"

Xie Zhenshu covered the mouth of the cup, not allowing Su Heting to read it. His eyes were clear and clear, but he didn't refute this sentence.

"Thank you for this thing." Su Heting picked up the remodeling eye, held it between the two of them, and said in a coaxing tone, "You accept it and buy me a glass of wine. We are good friends, and we will walk together forever."

He had learned this phrase from the hermit, and the hermit told people this all the time, and the drunkard was delighted to hear it.

Sure enough, Xie Zhenshu didn't laugh when he heard this sentence, but he wasn't so unhappy anymore. He followed Su Heting with his eyes, and the emotions in it were incomprehensible, as if he believed everything Su Heting said, which was completely different from his previous look of being indifferent.

Su Heting touched the tiger's mouth of Xie Zhenshu with his fingertips, motioning for him to take it.

Xie Zhenshu did not move.

Su Heting had no choice but to pull away his fingers, and put the transformation eye into his palm. The contact between the two was very short, and Su Heting withdrew his hand after delivering the transformation eye.

Xie Zhenshu's handkerchief was in his trouser pocket, but he didn't want to take it. Viper's modified eyes seemed to be not dirty at this moment. He looked at Su Heting and felt his fingers were scalded by the cat.

Su Heting didn't know how much he drank, and the smell of cigarettes in the bar was too strong to smell. He stretched out his hand and shook it between the two of them: "Thank you for the pillow book?"

Xie Zhenshu replied to him: "Yeah."

Su Heting said, "Where did you park your car?"

"I don't know." Xie Zhenshu put the modified eyes back in his pocket, turned his head, and said to the boss, "One more drink."

The wine was served, and the Xie Pillow Book was handed to Su Heting: "Forever and ever."

Su Heting: "..."

He hasn't had a drink since Doomsday, for the simple reason that wine in the New World is expensive. Not many things are used to make wine these days, like the ones displayed behind the bar, which are luxury items and very expensive. Ordinary survivors would rather drink plain water than drink after get off work. Apart from the big boss, only the Xingtian patrol team and splicing people are the only ones who can drink now. The former is domineering and prostitutes everywhere; the latter is precarious and drunk.

Su Heting happened to be not among these two types of people. He took the wine glass, shook the ice cubes inside, and then took a deep breath. After he finished drinking, he put the cup away, facing Xie Zhenshu without losing the wind: "Forever and ever!"

Two people come and go, gradually getting up. It's nothing to thank the pillow book, but Su Heting is getting more and more drifting. He drank several cups in a row, his eyes were foggy, he felt his world was spinning, his consciousness seemed to be thrown into the washing machine.

He said, "Drink one, have another."

Xie Zhenshu said, "I won't drink anymore."

Su Heting took out a handful of candy from his pocket, pushed it towards Xie Zhenshu, and said in an arrogant tone, "Go buy it, you're welcome."

Xie Zhenshu picked a candy, unwrapped it, and handed it to Su Heting. Su Heting looked at Tang, then at him, bowed his head and took it with his mouth. Xie Zhenshu remained motionless, and when Su Heting fell headfirst on the table and refused to get up again, he curled up his fingers and lightly rubbed his knuckles a few times.

Su Heting put his face on the table to cool down: "Go home, it's so late, go back, goodbye."

Xie Zhenshu stood up and grabbed Su Heting's hood to prevent the cat from running around. He turned his head and said "Checkout" to the boss.

Su Heting then said, "Check out."

Xie Zhenshu looked back at him: "Right away."

Su Heting also said: "Right away."

The boss came over to make an order and saw Su Heting frowning, as if he was going to fight later. He whispered to Xie Zhenshu, "This is not lightly drunk."

"It's so-so," Su Heting sighed, "so-so...Is the meal ready? I'm hungry."

Xie Zhenshu stretched out two fingers, and touched Su Heting's hair lightly, as if to comfort him. He was still paying the bill and said, "Okay."

The boss asked: "Do you want a home delivery service?"

"No." Xie Zhenshu glanced at the boss, as if he just remembered, "Tell the hermit, I will be there on time for the game."

After speaking, he picked up Su Heting, supported him, and led him to the door. The boss sent them all the way there and helped open the door.

The road in the narrow alley is not easy to walk, full of potholes. Su Heting took two steps and wanted to squat down. He folded his cat ears, covered his mouth with one hand, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to vomit."

Thank you pillow book and wait for him to vomit.

After a while, he looked at Xie Zhenshu and said seriously: "I can't spit it out, I'm floating."

It is early morning now, and it will be dawn in two hours, and it will be hazy everywhere. There was no one in front of or behind the narrow alley, and the bar separated by a wall was full of people laughing and laughing, only their place was silent. The shadows of the two are close together, with light colors, like time-limited partners, who will only be intimate for a moment in the dark.

"Not floating," Xie Zhenshu pulled Su Heting back, "You stand firmly."

Su Heting was very confused, he couldn't figure it out. This feeling is uncomfortable, the consciousness is about to ascend to the sky, and it is spinning everywhere, as if plugging in a brain-computer interface to enter the competition. He frowned: "It's a big problem, please contact..." He couldn't think of who to contact for a while, until he saw Xie Zhenshu's tie, and he was enlightened, "Please contact my dad."

Xie Zhenshu was stunned, and said, "Your father?"

"Yes," Su Heting grabbed Xie Zhenshu's tie with a happy face, "Are you my father?"

Xie Zhenshu: "..."

"I'm not, I'm you..." He stopped here, as if he couldn't find the exact words.

"Then why do you wear a tie all the time?" Su Heting's eyelids drooped, looking at Xie Zhenshu's chest and Xie Zhenshu's face, "Are you going to work?"

Xie Zhenshu hesitated for a while: "...um."

Su Heting's eyes were deep.

Xie Zhenshu thought he was about to vomit, and was about to pat his back, when he squatted down. The problem was that he was still holding on to Xie Zhenshu's tie. Fortunately, Xie Zhenshu reacted quickly and squatted down with him.

Su Heting is in the big brother's squatting position, and he is not happy again. He raised his hand, still covering his mouth: "Stay away."

Xie Zhenshu lightly pulled off the tie from this end, indicating that he was in his hand: "I am here."

The connection between the two of them is a tie, and the distance between them has not become closer. Even though they have hooked up just now, Xie Zhenshu always acts like a gentleman, always guarding a boundary line and being cautious. His indifferent attitude is very subtle, as if something happens when he gets close.

Su Heting was at a loss, but clenched his tie even tighter. The face in front of him was shaking wildly, making him dizzy, want to vomit, and almost, the whole person was suffocated at an extremely uncomfortable point, so he had to cover his mouth and look at Xie Zhenshu.

"I'll take you home," Xie Zhenshu looked at him, "is that okay?"

Su Heting took off his hand and pressed it on his knee: "Mmm—" His voice changed, he turned his body suddenly, and vomited. Thanks to the pillow book for memorizing it, he spat out the soybean rice that was full today, and then he frowned and said in frustration, "It stinks...my rice. I'm so hungry, I...no, I want to vomit."

He speaks incoherently, without any logic at all.

"Dad," Su Heting covered his eyes with one hand, and said in an aggrieved voice, "It's too difficult for me to have a full meal."

Xie Zhenshu, who didn't want to be a father at all, sighed, raised his hand resignedly, and rubbed the back of the cat's head. His fingers were slender and his strength was moderate, which eased Su Heting's discomfort a little. He imitated the way Su Heting treated himself in the bar just now, and said in a coaxing tone: "Come here..."

Su Heting is a tough cat, easily unmoved. Xie Zhenshu brought the person to him, and said in a very low and light voice, "Go home and bring you to eat."

Su Heting wiped his face and said sadly: "You are not my father."

"Hmm..." Xie Zhenshu lowered his head and continued to talk softly to him, "I'm not."

Su Heting crumpled the tie.

"I am..." Xie Zhenshu looked at the face close at hand, the corners of his lips curled up a little bit, and he felt helpless, "I am your bodyguard."