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Chapter 27 Lost for a second

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    Then he tidied up the tissues on the floor and walked into the living room. Any and Ken were lying on the sofa and fell asleep.  Any still holds half a bag of potato chips in her hand, I think she must be starving.  He walked over and gently shook her awake and asked her if she wanted to eat.  She pouted, with a bit of complaint in her grievance, "Sister Taozi, you just remembered now, I'm almost starving."

    After straightening her hair, I really wanted to say sorry to her, but I swallowed it back, "Call Ken to get up, let's go out to eat hot pot together."

    When any heard about eating hot pot, he jumped up happily from the sofa.  Before going out, I changed my clothes and snapped my fingers at the computer, thinking that the past was already a dusty memory, so I asked me to press the key at the bottom of the box and never open it again.

    And now, I think I already have ken, although I'm not sure yet.  .  .  .  .  .

    When I arrived at the hot pot restaurant, there were still two tables of customers eating. Fortunately, it was summer, and there were many people drinking beer at night, otherwise the hot pot restaurant would definitely be closed at this time.

    As soon as we sat down, the enthusiastic boss seasoned the pot for us and brought it up.  Because it is a small shop, there is no mandarin duck pot bottom, only spicy ones.  Considering that Ken is a Cantonese who likes to eat sweets, any and I had to lower our requirements for spicy food and ordered a slightly spicy pot bottom.  Even so, when Ken saw a pot of red oil boiling on fire, he still stuck out his tongue in fright.  Any looked at it and smiled, and hurriedly asked the boss to bring vinegar, and I was responsible for adding garlic and seasoning salt to any and my oil dish.

    When ken saw that any was about to pour vinegar into his oil dish, he asked in surprise what he was doing.  Any patiently told him that adding vinegar can make the hot pot less spicy.  After Ken heard about it, he looked at our oil pan, hid with his oil pan in his hand, and said with a grumpy face: "You guys punish me? Why don't you add it?"

    In a word, the question left Any speechless. I think she must want to say that her kindness will not be rewarded, so she can only look at me helplessly.  I put down the chopsticks that had stirred the oil dish, and said: "We Chongqing people are not afraid of spicy food, but to be precise, we are afraid of not spicy food, understand?" He seemed to have suddenly realized, but he was still brave, "You girls are not afraid, and I am not afraid.  "

    In fact, I really want to tell him that this is not a problem of boys and girls, but a problem of habitual endurance.  At this time, the boss had already served the dishes, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.  When ordering, considering that everyone is very hungry, I ordered more dishes.  Hairy tripe, yellow throat, squid, tofu skin, potatoes, coriander, beef, several large plates.  Ken saw that he didn't know about the offal of some animals, and he had never eaten it before. He never dared to move his chopsticks, and only kept eating the dishes he knew.  It wasn't until seeing Any and I eating with gusto that I curiously asked what it was, and double-checked whether it was edible or not.  Any and I didn't have the time to talk to him, so after a few perfunctory words, we ate it ourselves.

    The food was almost finished, and Any and I were almost full. Any supported his waist and said: "A cigarette after a meal, happy like a fairy."  As he said that, he took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case, handed one to me and one to himself.  They ignited at the same time, and then looked at Ken who was still fishing for vegetables.  I saw him holding vegetables, eating vegetables, and drinking coke.  Her lips were red and swollen like Ouyang Feng in "Evil, West Poison", and she didn't know it yet.  Any leaned into my ear and told me that his mouth was like a sausage.  We glanced at each other, knew what we were referring to, and laughed wildly.

    Ken wiped the sweat off his face with a paper towel. He was a little embarrassed by our laughter, and thought it was a problem with his eating appearance, "Don't laugh, I'm just too hungry."  Do image maintenance.

    After eating and paying the bill, I started to walk home lazily.  Dim yellow street lamps, bright moon in the sky.  Few passers-by lived quietly on the street, in a hurry, no one had time to pay attention to the silence of others.  Any walked in the front, and the clogs on her feet dragged on the ground with a crisp sound.  Ken held my hand carefully. Suddenly, I felt a sneaky tension in my heart, afraid of turning around.

    To be honest, I am afraid of fearlessness, and there is no such thing as tomorrow without results.  I don't want others to know, at least when I want to forget and lose my memory, no one reminds me.  The most painful torture in love is not to say that you don't love anymore, but to remember it.

    The way home seems not too long, this is the first time I feel this way.  He took my hand and let go, feeling a little lost in my heart.  When my right hand was at a loss, the phone rang a text message.  It was rice, and she said she was on the Internet and asked if I could.

    (No amount of holding hands can offset the disappointment of letting go once in a while. Women's sensitivity is more than that.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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