In this life, we don’t even talk about love dogs

Three people were walking on the street outside the hotel,

The night in the magical city became very cold in the cold wind.

Because it was already twelve o'clock in the evening, there were very few pedestrians on the street, and the bright light of the street lamps reflected some faint shadows.

In this night, the city seemed to be dyed with a heavy layer of gray.

The bustling and noisy atmosphere of the tall buildings on both sides of the street during the day is no longer replaced by silence and a loneliness that never seems to completely dissipate.

In such an environment, people's actions will become cautious and their voices will become deeper. Walking on the street feels like stepping on a sharp knife, and if you are not careful, you will be pierced by the cold wind in your heart.

The shops along the street were all asleep, with a cold red light faintly revealed from the glass windows, which looked particularly desolate. Occasionally, a few cars passed through the street. The flickering of the car lights and the surrounding dusk lights formed a strange and beautiful scene. Light and shadow intersect.

Ye Ge walked in the middle, while Tang Zhanyan and Jiang Qingwei walked on both sides of Ye Ge. The three of them did not talk to each other, and their gentle breathing became the only sound.

I don’t know who was playing the piano late at night, but a soothing piano sound came from a window in a residential building, like a lullaby.

Ye Ge and the three of them seemed to have something on their mind. Ye Ge felt that they were all thinking about Grandma Zong going into the operating room tomorrow.

For Jiang Qingwen, her own grandmother will go through a big test tomorrow, so she is naturally nervous.

But Ye Ge felt that Tang Zhiyan was in the same mood.

Although Grandma Zong and Tang Zhiyan are not related by blood, in a sense, she is like another grandmother of Tang Zhiyan.

Not to mention, this may be the first time they face the separation of life and death of their closest relatives.

"Want something to drink?"

While walking, Ye Ge saw a vending machine not far ahead.

This kind of vending machine uses banknotes or coins, unlike the automatic face recognition and scan code payment that will be used ten years later.

In the past, Ye Ge liked to buy things from vending machines with some banknotes and coins.

The feeling of using money and the later payment by scanning the QR code are completely different.

"It will be all right."

Tang Zhanyan and Jiang Qingwei said in unison.

Tang Zhanyan and Jiang Qingwen looked at each other, then turned their heads at the same time.

"What are you drinking?" Ye Ge asked, ignoring the tacit understanding between them.

Tang Zhiyan: "Coffee bar."

Jiang Qingwen: "I'll just take green tea."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Ye Ge walked to the vending machine, stuffed a ten-dollar note, and came back with Caique coffee and a bottle of green tea.

What Ye Singzhong took was black tea, which would be called Diaosi drink ten years later.

Ye Ge specially bought a bottle of iced, iced iced black tea, which was simply the best.

"I heard from grandma that you two grew up together, but I didn't expect that your tastes are quite different."

Ye Ge took a sip of black tea and looked for topics at random.

Tang Zhiyan took a sip of coffee: "Growing up together doesn't necessarily mean the taste is the same."

Jiang Qingwen added: "In other words, my taste and hers are completely different, and not only in terms of taste, but also in other things."

Tang Zhiyan glanced at Jiang Qingwen: "I don't know if he wanted to be different from me, or if he wanted to be different from me on purpose. When I was a child, I ate apples, she ate pears, I drank coffee, she drank tea, and I Wearing a skirt, she insists on wearing pants.”

When Tang Zhiyan said this, Jiang Qingwen didn't show any sign of anger and responded calmly:

"Maybe some people are too narcissistic. If I like something, I like it, and if I don't like it, I don't like it. Others won't affect me at all, but people who care so much about my food and clothing may deliberately mess with me. Doing the opposite."

"Oh, really?" Tang Zhiyan sneered, "Then how do I remember that someone liked dogs when she was a child, but when she saw me raising a dog, she got a cat?"

"I like dogs, but I don't say I hate cats. Raising cats is my own business. Don't be too narcissistic. On the contrary, some people see me wearing the same skirt and end up not wearing it the next day. Yes." Jiang Qingwen responded coldly.

Tang Zhiyan: "When I was in middle school, a certain person was so angry that he couldn't eat that night because he didn't receive as many love letters as me."

Jiang Qingwen rolled her hair around her ears: "If I remember correctly, it seems that because more boys confessed to me than she did, she looked bad for several days."

Tang Zhiyan said nonchalantly: "Why do I only remember that in the final exam, there was someone who didn't score as high as me, as if they were studying all night?"

Jiang Qingwen: "Is there such a person? Shouldn't it be that someone's results come out during the provincial quality inspection, and someone is doubting their life all day long because their ranking is not higher than mine?"

Tang Zhanyan and Jiang Qingwei exchanged words with each other, while Ye Ge, standing in the middle, listened silently.

Ye Ge is not easy to express his opinions, and he dare not express his opinions.

Ye Ge, who started the topic, didn't expect that they would actually start to talk to each other.

This is relatively rare in Ye Ge's knowledge of Tang cigarettes.

Having lived with Tang Zhiyan for twenty years, Ye Ge rarely saw anyone whom Zhanyan interacted with except her biological parents.

After all, in life, you never need to argue with others about cigarettes.

In terms of business, the businessmen that cigarettes come into contact with are unlikely to argue. Everyone talks about data and interests.

Tang Zhiyan and Jiang Qingwei were bickering like a pair of little girls, not saying whether their relationship was good or not.

At least in their hearts, they value each other very much.

Otherwise, like Zhang Yan and Qing Wen, if they have no interest in you, she will feel that saying another word to you is a waste of life.

About ten minutes later, the two sides were fighting, and they found that Ye Ge had been silent beside him. He even felt that Ye Ge was laughing at him, so he turned his head and stopped talking.

"I feel like we've gone a long way. I'm a little tired. How about we walk back." Ye Ge said while they were at a truce.

Tang Zhiyan and Jiang Qingwei both nodded.

Ten minutes later, the three of them returned to the hotel. The three of them lived on the same floor. Ye Ge said good night to them and walked into the room first.

Tang Zhanyan and Jiang Qingwei walked along the corridor to their rooms.

Tang Zhanyan's and Jiang Qingwen's rooms were next to each other.

Just when Tang Zhiyan and Jiang Qingwei took out their room cards at the same time to swipe the door in, Tang Zhiyan turned his head:

“Growing up, you and I have liked different things, and I hope you can continue to do so.

At least, hopefully the people we like are different. "