dream pocket

In the early morning of Saturday, in late autumn, the cold wind was blowing. Tang Xin was wearing dark blue jeans and a black hooded windbreaker, standing at the intersection of Depression Street with his hands in his pockets.

After a while, Sun Dao dressed in hip-hop came yawning. What left Tang Xin speechless was the silver chain around his neck. This image looked avant-garde, but it was actually nondescript.

"Dude, it's not even seven o'clock on Saturday, why did you ask me out? It was 02:30 in the morning when I came home from drinking last night."

Looking at his obvious dark circles, Tang Xin asked curiously: "Why did you go drinking? What's the fun?"

Speaking of wine, Sun Daojing cheered up a bit, and happily described the exciting scene where he watched the football with a group of Manchester United fans in the wine last night.

"Manchester United scored a lore in the last minute, and the audience was overwhelmed! One big brother directly bought everyone a bottle of beer. I drank almost half a dozen of free beers. I wanted to continue watching La Liga at four o'clock, but There was no football game between two and four, so I couldn’t hold on and flashed.”

Sun Dao rubbed his eyes, he didn't have enough sleep, and now his eyes hurt, and he felt better after being moistened with tears. He blinked and felt more energetic, then bumped into Tang Xin's arm, and asked, "Will you come with me tonight? Tonight There is the Spanish national derby, but it is a bit late, at two o'clock in the morning, but tomorrow and Sunday, I can have a good sleep."

In normal times, Tang Xin would definitely be moved, but now he is not in that mood, so he shook his head and refused.

At this time, Ye Qiu and Cheng Mu also appeared in sight in casual clothes.

The outfits of the two girls today surprised Tang Xin, black high-heeled leather boots, pure white thin tunic, a bit of British fashion, but it seems a little too early and overcooked!

Ye Qiu was fine, she was a cold beauty after all, she was like a model, without her wearing unfit clothes, no matter how she wore them, she would have a unique charm.

But it's a bit unacceptable that the cute and innocent Cheng Mu, who is obviously a baby, is also pretending to be mature.

"How is it? I went shopping with Ye Qiu last night."

Cheng Mu walked in front of Tang Xin and Sun Dao, and deliberately took a step forward, bowing slightly, as if waiting for an evaluation.

"Cheng Mu, I'm not talking about you. Look at the squad leader. If she can walk on a catwalk, she will turn heads [-] percent of the time. She is elegant, majestic, and noble... But, you, can you imagine how you learn?" Kindergarten children acting like a spoiled child?"

Sun Dao folded his arms around his chest, with a disappointed expression on his face.

Cheng Mu immediately lowered his face, kicked at Sun Dao, baring his teeth and claws: "You are a man, don't move, let me kick you to death."

Sun Dao hid behind Tang Xin, still attacking Cheng Mu: "Look, you have interpreted the temperament that runs counter to this outfit with your actions."

Cheng Muyu cried without tears, grabbed Tang Xin by the collar of his windbreaker, and asked pitifully, "Tang Xin, did I fail?" "

After taking a long breath, Cheng Mu patted his chest and said, "I have regained my confidence, hehe."

The cold wind was blowing, and it was a little cold. Ye Qiu turned up his collar and walked to Tang Xin, asking, "What's the matter?"

The other two also looked at Tang Xin, waiting for him to reveal the answer.

But Tang Xin looked at both sides of the street, but he didn't find Qiu Qiang, and said: "Wait, I also made an appointment with Qiu Qiang, and he came to talk with him."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar at the end of the street. Following the sound, he saw a black and silver Prince's motorcycle speeding towards the empty street.

squeak......

The sharp rubbing sound rang in the ears. The bright silver and pure black prince motorcycle gave people a very cold visual impression. It just stopped in front of Tang Xin and the others. The driver took off his helmet, and Tang Xin and the others were surprised by the appearance he revealed.

"I'm going, Qiu Qiang, you are a god! Are you here? Are you a speeder? Come, come, come down, let me feel it."

Sun Dao leaned over excitedly, snatched the helmet from Qiu Qiang, put it on himself, and then almost dragged Qiu Qiang off the motorcycle without waiting for Qiu Qiang's consent, and then disappeared as soon as he sat on it.

Qiu Qiang was in good spirits. He went to bed early yesterday in order to get up early today.

"Tang Xin, what's the matter? I have something urgent today, and time is running out."

Qiu Qiang, who was dressed in a denim outfit, got straight to the point. Judging from his eager expression, he really seemed to be in a hurry.

Tang Xin coughed twice, and asked tentatively in a low voice: "Are you going to Beishan Temple?"

Qiu Qiang replied as a matter of course: "I know you still ask. Tell me, what's the matter?"

But Tang Xin asked back: "When I called last night, I asked you if you would drive, and you said yes. I told you to drive over this morning, and you agreed. Where is the car?"

Qiu Qiang moved away inexplicably, and Sun Dao, who was speeding back and forth on the street like howling ghosts and wolves, had a great time playing.

"Isn't this a car?"

Tang Xin held his breath, gestured with his hands on the steering wheel, and said, "This car."

Qiu Qiang was stunned, and whispered in embarrassment: "I don't know how to drive."

"Then you have one at home?"

Tang Xin had already prepared for it, and brought Sun Dao as a spare tire, which is used now.

Sun Dao learned to drive in the army when he was 14 years old.

Qiu Qiang shrugged and nodded, "How many cars are there at home?"

"Can I borrow a car?"

Tang Xin asked again.

"What are they used for?"

"Put on face."

"Okay, let's go, go to my house to pick up the car. But you still haven't explained to me exactly what you want to do."

Qiu Qiang waved at the side of the road, and after Sun Dao stopped the car, Qiu Qiang turned over to the back seat, hugged Sun Dao's waist, and turned to Tang Dao: "You guys take a taxi and I'll go to my house, do you know the place?"

Tang Xin nodded and said: "Remember, the party that graduated from junior high school almost demolished your house. You live in the most luxurious villa area in our city. Who can forget it? By the way, you talk to the security guard at the gate of the community Say hello, don't block us all at the door like two years ago, and block us out to embarrass ourselves."

Qiu Qiang said impatiently: "Okay, I know. Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to go to Beishan Temple."

After all, he patted Sun Dao on the shoulder and urged: "Hurry up, it's hard to meet traffic police in a while, you are driving without a license and I don't have a helmet, it's like courting death without preparing a coffin."

Sun Dao took off his helmet and shook his head playfully, pointing fingers at Tang Xin and Ye Qiu and Cheng Mugou beside him, "Do you want to wander the world with brother? Come, let's elope."

"Take your bride and elope!"

Ye Qiu said something lightly, and Sun Dao put on his helmet boredly, and left with a roar.

Tang Xin hailed a taxi, and the three of them soon arrived at a high-end villa area in the suburbs of Tianhai City.

Qiu Qiang's father is Qiu Daosheng, a real estate tycoon in Tianhai City. With such a family background, it is not unusual for him to live in a luxurious villa.

Tang Xin, who has been friends with Qiu Qiang since junior high school, has lost his sense of distance to the children of such rich people. Moreover, after occasional contact with Qiu Daosheng, he did not feel the bitter and bitter gap between the rich and the poor. Perhaps it is because The Qiu family is approachable, and Tang Xin and Sun Daocai have a close relationship with Qiu Qiang, but the relationship is still not as good as that of Tang Xin and Sun Dao.

But at critical moments, Qiu Qiang is trustworthy.

Facing the three-storey villa, Tang Xin was not surprised. On the grass in front of the villa, Tang Xin called several people to him and told him in detail what he wanted to do.

"What?! You asked me to pretend to be a kid from a rich family to negotiate with Dong Shiyou?"

Qiu Qiang exclaimed, and suddenly asked in confusion: "Pretend? I don't wear a gold watch, and I didn't spend money at school for fun. Doesn't mean my family has no money. Do I need to pretend to be a rich kid?"

"How much money do you have now?"

When Tang Xin asked, Sun Dao, Ye Qiu, and Cheng Mu stared at Qiu Qiang together.

As a result, Qiu Qiang opened his mouth and sighed weakly: "All right, all right, I'll pretend, I have to pretend, just because my dad gives me [-] pocket money every month, so I'm not a kid from a rich family."

Strictly controlling Qiu Qiang's economy and preventing him from developing the bad habit of spending money lavishly since he was a child is Qiu Daosheng's long-standing upbringing method. For this, everyone who has a good relationship with Qiu Qiang knows it well.

It seems that Qiu Daosheng understands the importance of poor support for boys.

"Brother, how much is that cat-shaped thing in your shop worth? Boss Dong bought it for [-] yuan foolishly, and you are still struggling to buy it back. Who is sicker, you or him? "

Sun Dao really didn't understand. If Tang Xin could have something worth 3 yuan in his home, he could barely believe it. Of course, this had to exclude real estate, but a store decoration was worth [-] yuan?

Even if Sun Dao was killed, he would not believe it.

Then in the valuable store, isn't it just a note on it that says "please come and rob"?

Faced with Sun Dao's doubts, Tang Xin only needed to deal with Qiu Qiang, so he said to Qiu Qiang: "That thing is priceless, to be honest, it was consecrated in Beishan Temple!"

Having said that, everyone was stunned!

Consecration!

So mysterious!

But Ye Qiu sneered, Tang Xin quickly blinked at her, and beads of sweat came out of his nose again...