Chapter 130 125.Call Me Call Me

"What are you doing with a habit, what are you doing?"

A call interrupted Cui Youqi's thoughts that had already drifted away in the composition room.

"Ah?" His eyes returned to light, and he looked for the source of sound and looked for it: "Ah... Brother Jong Hyun, what's wrong?"

Kim Jong-hyun sighed helplessly. He didn't know how many times this was Choi Yoo-se's distracted: "I'll ask you how about using this chord?"

"Oh, I'll listen again." Choi Yoo-ji nodded quickly and responded, then sat upright, staring at Kim Jong-hyun innocently and seriously, looking like a good student who listened carefully in class.

"You, hey..." Kim Jong-hyun opened her mouth and wanted to say something and tried again, and tried it out again at the keyboard with his fate.

"Well... it feels a bit strange. Will it be more suitable to use major chords in the third section here? The feeling of using minor chords in the chords in the slightest to further exaggerate the dark and low emotions."

"Well, then I'll try to switch to G7 in major."

………

"Then let's get here today."

"Where do you want anything else?"

Kim Jong-hyun thought about it and was just a bit unlucky. She looked like he was so reasonable. Choi Yoo-ki was so angry that she could only stop rubbing her chest.

"What's wrong? Is he quite depressed?"

"How is he doing recently?"

If eight people had a breakup in the later period of time, they would know it would take a long time to meet.

"You bought him a pair of sunglasses, and then when you went shopping with your mother, I thought it was very suitable for him. Zhixun's painting was a painting, which I drew by myself. It's been a few days since I was broken, hehe."

The corners of my mouth were indeed constantly tilting down, and my face was covered with a concealment of the depression I had before I heard the blessing.

Before dinner, the two walked out of the big restaurant. The summer nights in Seoul were extremely dry and dull. The street lights at the entrance of the alley also buzzed outside the weather. The dim light shone on the heads, and two shadows remained underground.

"Nei, hey, I haven't seen them recently." The boss lady came over and politely approached us, took out a ballpoint pen and notebook from the apron behind her clothes to prepare the food: "What are you going to eat today?"

"Brother, you plan to spend your birthday with your family. If you want to invite them, there will be too few people."

As for Song Zhixun, this eldest son has been vaguely hiding from me since his birthday. Kakao called me to go out together and would only try his best to shirk it.

Looking at Kim Jong Hyun like that, Biao Min-ho's heart seemed to be pinched by a small hand.

I could do anything to think of it.

While talking, he hugged the upset bell Minhao. The two patted their backs on their backs, and then sat face to face on both sides of the table.

Just when I thought Sheng Zhengzhu would ask something, I took the gift from my hands fiercely, lowered my eyes and looked at whether the two gifts wrapped in kraft paper were spoken.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was like a small stone hitting Biao Minhao's heart, and finally came...

I felt that I was still swallowing the next mouthful, and I often ate it out of my mouth. I stopped chewing and swallowing, just like eating abnormally.

"You are in a bad state recently, and the doctor said you can't go to the hospital for regular review."

As usual, my eyes were slowly narrowed into a slit, and my mouth was small, like a big child who was so sad.

Before ordering the dishes, Sheng Zhengzhu took the chopstick tube on the inside of the table and picked out a pair of stainless steel chopsticks compared to the length. He picked one pair from it for me and another pair for myself.

I don't have sex, I just want to laugh, don't laugh...

Silently put the chopsticks back in place and hold the chopsticks under your hands. Let's talk again.

At first, I was able to play because of our combination, so I was able to go out and play in case I was photographed by the media and cause trouble. However, I was able to participate in the party due to my studies and itinerary.

The store is very luxurious, and there are no one who doesn’t even have 5 tables in Qifang. However, the fried noodles in our house are full of small tubes. Eight people used to often use this place as a place for gatherings.

"Taeyeon?"

"Yeah." Kim Jong-hyun smiled at me with a pursed lips, "Maybe..."

I always have two small bowls of mixed noodles behind me. In this world, anyone should notice that it is not normal for that person.

"Hiss..." Kim Jong-hyun raised her eyebrows and took a breath as if she was exaggerating: "Why is he suddenly so formal? He almost scared you."

"Honey price! Hey!" Sheng Zhengzhu's eyes were full of surprise.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Biao Minhao had not sat here yet. When he saw me, his smile immediately filled his face and he stretched out his arms and waved at me.

Sheng Zhengzhu didn't say anything else in the middle, but before the noodles came down, they stirred the noodles, drank a sip of water, buried their heads, and ate the choked and choked noodles in small sips.

"Well, have a happy birthday, take care of yourself."

"Happy 20th birthday, I have no room for a living."

"No, go to dinner with friends."

"Okay!"

"Yes." Sheng Zhengzhu nodded and smiled, as if she was afraid that the boss's wife would be suspicious, and she also stretched out her eight fingers: "Eight Bowls!"

"What? What did Ji-hoon say?" Kim Jong-hyun tilted his head, as if he had heard clearly what I said before.

I felt my throat tight, and I didn't say anything, so I could only nod and let out a heavy "um".

Then, before I was out of time later, Blockb was about to finish preparing for the album to return.

"Ani, you told your friends that eight people had been together. Have you been together for a long time?"

"No, my relatives were together in high school."

"I have no place." I pursed my lips and swallowed, silently cheering myself up. Min Hao, sooner or later he will say that: "This... Sheng Zheng said I am today..."

Kim Jong Hyun walked over with a smile, "The weather is so bad today. The sky has turned pink when you come."

"Let's eat together."

When I walked out of the area, at sunset, the sky was as bad as it was burning hot by the setting sun. The orange-red, bright red and burgundy afterglows were intertwined, and the rays of rays overflowed.

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"It's so common tonight. You can't help him cross the zero hour."

The two of them sat outside this cramped and shabby Chinese restaurant and finished eight small bowls of mixed noodles face to face.

I stared at Kim Jong Hyun blankly and watched me call the restaurant owner's wife.

Farewell to Choi Yoo-se, Kim Jong-hyun rode his bike back to the dormitory and changed his clothes again. Then he was about to go out and go to the broken restaurant we made.

"Although the time is still here, I often say goodbye to him when I say goodbye to my birthday."

"That's the birthday gift you prepared for him. The one below is yours and the one above is Sheng Zheng." I stopped and said, hoping that that would not make the atmosphere strange, and that Kim Jong-hyun was too sad:

I always want to ask Biao Minhao to say what happened this day. I think I must have forgotten these eight bowls of white and mixed noodles in my life.

"This is separated from you, you are forcing me to go home and get the gifts."

"Ahhhh." Biao Minhao hurriedly shut up and nodded repeatedly to show if. Suddenly I remembered something, so I quickly turned around and took out the things I wanted to give to Kim Jong-hyun from under the chair on the table.

"What's wrong with you today?"

Under a big dining table, it seems that silence is the worst communication.

After parting, Kim Jong-hyun still smiled like this, like a person who was involved. When he was taking a taxi, he looked at the figure getting farther and farther away in the front view mirror. The breeze blew from the seven sides, and even the leaves were sighing. Can you still go back...

"You know." Kim Jong-hyun looked at my cramped expression and interrupted my stuttering explanation: "I, Ji-hoon, can I come here without any trouble, right?"

"Min... Zhixun said... said I..." Biao Minhao felt sweating under my forehead.

"Uh..." Although there was no prediction in advance, Minhao still felt at a loss at that moment.

"Auntie, you need to order orders."

"Are you really planning to invite you to celebrate your birthday together?" Cui Youqi looked aggrieved. His younger brother's 20th birthday was not invited to us on such an important day.

"Well, Min Hao is too, sleeping badly and eating less vegetables."

"I don't have sex, Jixun is really okay and I'm open-minded. I'm asking you to hand me over the gift." Biao Minhao licked his wet mouth. To be honest, I'm too suspicious of such a remark.

Jumping out of the chair, he excitedly picked up his bag from the sofa, stood at the door, holding the door handle with one hand, and his toes kept on the ground.

"Bad, eight bowls of mixed noodles, right? Please wait a moment and bring them down later." After confirming, the boss lady turned around and walked towards the front kitchen.

In fact, Kim Jong Hyun is willing to celebrate his birthday with S.M's friends, mainly because those people can often be seen in the company, and since we graduated, it has become increasingly difficult to see.

I picked up the cup and took a sip of water, "When will Jixun arrive? Have I gone to their dormitory today to come with him?"

Kim Jong-hyun's eyes moved to me, and the boss's wife looked at me together. I quickly straightened my body: "Ah...inside, those are enough."

This is a Chinese restaurant that eight people often go to in the middle of the middle of the middle. Outside a remote alley far away in Hanlin Art, the boss is an elderly couple.

"Let's talk together when everyone arrives." Sheng Zhengzhu said, taking the teapot beside him and pouring water out of the cup. Did you notice that before he said that, Biao Minhao naturally touched his temples.

As soon as Kim Jong-hyun finished speaking, Choi Yoo-ji suddenly pushed the table in front of him, and the reaction force made his chair slide back for a while.

"Are you eight bowls? Your family has a large amount."

"You want eight bowls of mixed sauce noodles."

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something else, but the person on the other side looked up and laughed at me.

I said dryly.

I clearly accepted it, but I didn't take a step back, but... why do I feel so sad that I want to cry?

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The plot of eating noodles is also used in the plot of Ein and Faye left, and Spike and Jet eating eggs. Therefore, the title also uses the bgm of the Star Cowboy at that time.
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