Zhong Ping did not refute in the end. It would be better to say that he was despised to the point of resentment. He just sat there and glared at Xiong Weiqun, and even Xiong Weiqun was helpless.
Later, Xiong Weiqun took the initiative to go to a nearby stall and bought some special spring rolls, steak rice bowl, rice noodles and octopus balls. When he came back, Zhong Ping showed a little smile, like a child who had just been coaxed after a toy was smashed by a friend.
Well, another little friend did the same, stuffing the big set into his mouth and muttering: "I heard that eating rice noodles is not good. Eating a bowl is equivalent to eating two plastic bags."
Xiong Weiqun said to himself that if he eats it this way, Zhong Ping will eat plastic bags, smelly leather shoes, etc. all his life.
When he went home, Xiong Weiqun helped Zhong Ping carry two large and small packages. Although Zhong Ping burst into tears with gratitude, he was still thinking about being despised and having no nightlife. When he closed the door and sat down at home, he jumped up again and clenched his fists to make up his mind.
: "I'm going to have a drink!"
When it comes to nightlife, Zhong Ping only thinks of nightclubs, pubs, k-lounges, etc. And nightclubs always feel like dancing, and he doesn’t know how to dance (mistake), and k-lounges are pretty bad, and
Although his singing was not tone-deaf, his voice was mediocre and there was nothing to show for it. In anger, he shouted for wine.
"Are you going to drink?" Xiong Weiqun asked angrily. It is conservatively estimated that when the kindergarten teacher went to drink, he was caught, had his kidneys cut off and thrown into the ice.
Zhong Ping took this as a provocation and nodded vigorously. Regardless of the pain in his heels from shopping, he resolutely picked up his wallet and stood up, rushing out the door without looking back.
Xiong Weiqun had no choice but to follow him. He organized his speech as he went downstairs. When he got downstairs, he followed Zhong Ping and persuaded him seriously: "Do you still have the spare money to go to a place like that?"
As soon as he heard about money, Zhong Ping naturally hesitated and slowed down.
"Your monthly salary is only a few taels of gold, so you can bear to spend hundreds of yuan to drink two glasses of cat urine wine and spend hundreds of yuan to tip others?" Xiong Weiqun struck while the iron was hot.
Zhong Ping listened to the advice and nodded: "Yes, I might as well buy some meat to comfort myself!"
Then Zhong Ping's nightlife trip turned into giving money to the first-hand shop owner, and the two of them climbed upstairs carrying the salted duck and soy sauce beef.
After the fragrant meat was placed on the table, Zhong Ping took out the remaining beer cloth that had been stuffed in the refrigerator from last time and placed it on the corner of the table. He and Xiong Weiqun sat face to face in the kitchen, and both said aggrievedly: "I have no money.
, it doesn’t really deserve any nightlife.”
Now Xiong Weiqun was even more dumbfounded. Zhong Ping rushed downstairs without saying a word, and now he openly admitted that he had no money and then turned back openly. I really don't know whether to call him a big-hearted person or a straightforward person.
Zhong Ping opened a can of beer and put it in front of Xiong Weiqun: "Drink."
"I don't drink much..." Xiong Weiqun weakly refused.
Zhong Ping opened another can for himself, and kept persuading: "Look, I opened it for you. If you don't drink it, won't it be a waste? Just try drinking it, you can't drink it."
I’m still here after all.”
Looking at this somewhat familiar scene, Xiong Weiqun felt a little insecure. Facing Zhong Ping, who was full of sorrow and excited about food and wine, it seemed that if he refused, he would be pounced on and bitten...
He had no choice but to nod and agree to this delaying strategy.
Then Zhong Ping finally stretched his eyebrows and raised the can at the beginning to toast him. He had no choice but to bump the can too, raised his head and looked at Zhong Ping with the corner of his eyes as he poured the can into his stomach with real swords and swords, and cooperated with him.
He also raised his head and blocked the opening of the can with his tongue.
Fortunately, Zhong Ping didn't delve into whether he drank it or not. After letting out a long sigh, he began to vomit the bitterness of having no money. When he said that after eating this meal, he would have to wear his belt for a week, he still felt aggrieved symbolically.
For a moment.
Even though Xiong Weiqun had paid for the meals these days, he didn't bother to complain. He was thinking that the kindergarten teacher was in this state just after taking a sip of wine, so what kind of state should he be in... He just thought
I remember that before he drank a can, he also had a great discussion with Zhong Ping about the difficulty of making money.
We are also discussing the issue of difficulty in making money, but it is always Zhong Ping who is talking, and he just nods his head here and there.
"I feel like I'm just a fool who has accomplished nothing and knows nothing!" Zhong Ping made his concluding speech with a grimace.
"It's okay, you are a fool who knows how to hold a gun." Xiong Weiqun comforted him pertinently.
Zhong Ping didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he took another sip of beer, shook the can and found it was gone, and opened another one.
Yes...that's it. Drinking one can after another, Xiong Weiqun wanted to see what happened that night that was very similar to now...
Seeing that Zhong Ping's eyes were still clear, he also knew that the spicy beef in his mouth was a bit too spicy. He talked about the cute children in the kindergarten at this time, and also mentioned that the little princess Sisi locked the naughty king Longlong a while ago.
After entering the women's restroom, I started asking Xiong Weiqun if his sister was also very cute.
Xiong Weiqun chose a few things, such as when his sister made handicrafts and gave him gifts when she was in elementary school. Zhong Ping looked envious and jealous, saying that he also wanted to have a lovely sister, not a little devil-like brother.
When Xiong Weiqun asked about the details of this little devil brother, Zhong Ping felt that drinking and eating meat was not happy enough, so he moved his laptop to the table, turned on the music player, and a large list of European and American DJ music was played, Zhong Ping
Ping was embarrassed to say that it was given to him by a roommate when he was living in a dormitory at a vocational high school.
With some rock music, Zhong Ping said that his little devil brother hated him so much that he was better than him in every aspect, and he also liked to snatch things. However, he and his brother hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, and he didn't know when.
Only then can we meet again...
"It's quite sad." Xiong Weiqun continued to comment pertinently.
"Didn't you say that? I was bullied so badly at that time!" Zhong Ping misdirected his sadness.
It seemed that the kindergarten teacher's mind had reached a state of euphoria. Xiong Weiqun vaguely felt that things were getting out of control that night. They also talked about Zhong Ping's younger brother, who was now witnessing strange things happening with his own eyes.
"...It's strange to say that he was so old at that time and he really liked pole dancing..."
Pole dancing? This might be the crux of the problem... Xiong Weiqun couldn't help but snorted.
Zhong Ping had been misunderstanding Xiong Weiqun, thinking that his cold snort meant that he didn't believe what he was saying. He then stuffed a mouthful of meat into his mouth, stood up, chewed his tongue and said, "If you don't believe it, I'll show you!"
Then Zhong Ping was so quick that the bell jingled like lightning, and he glanced at the refrigerator.
Xiong Weiqun's alarm bell sounded loudly, and he rushed forward and held Zhong Ping down.