The new policy of "street stall economy" was released, and the old night market in Zitang District recovered.
By chance, two straight male shop owners rented the odd-shaped shop No. 99 Together and became roommates.
In the early days of setting up the stall, there were constant frictions between them, and bickering and troublemaking were commonplace.
One day, a tourist filmed their quarrel and edited it into a BE-directed video, which received over a million views in one night.
After the store owner with 2G Internet speed realized how fragrant "selling fu" was, he began to conduct private research and learn to speculate on CP by himself.
As the popularity of the live broadcast room skyrocketed, their relationship also became abnormal...
When the store's revenue is about to reach a new level, online anti-counterfeiters reveal that they are doing fake business...
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Live broadcast: (Use nonsense to defeat earthy love words.)
Wang Chao: Who do you belong to? (Belongs to me)
Dai Yiyuan: If you are a firecracker, you can hit it at one point.
Wang Chao: I think you are very weird today... (Strange is good-looking.)
Dai Yiyuan: Well, I just had injections all over my face, and my mouth is stiff and I can't smile.
Wang Chao: I love you.
Dai Yiyuan: Close relatives cannot fall in love. We share the same mother earth.
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Wang Chao (python) × Dai Yiyuan (hedgehog)
Honest and considerate, diligent and studious, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger's attack × arrogant and rebellious, hard-spoken and soft-hearted, not taking the usual path
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This article is also known as: "The Romance of Setting Up a Stall", "Choosing the Wrong Shop Number to Marry the Right Man", "It's All the Trouble Caused by Live Broadcasting", "The Story of a Couple's Struggle", "The CP Articles We Read Together in Those Years"...
(2023/4/25)
Intention: People are destined to take some [detours] in this life.
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A short paragraph:
On the day Wang Chao won the title of "boyfriend", he took Dai Yiyuan to Yangcheng's famous love rooftop to hang concentric locks.
Dai Yiyuan's face hurt due to the wind, and he said with great disgust: "Even elementary school students don't play with this thing anymore, and you still believe it!"
Wang Chao ignored his complaints and continued to write his name and draw hearts on it, and asked by the way: "Do you want to live together forever or grow old together for a hundred years?"
"You are so stupid." Dai Yiyuan snatched the pen and filled in the second half of the sentence himself.
When the wind blew, a bunch of locks collided together, making a crisp sound like a heartbeat.
The big red lock is hung at the highest point and is the most conspicuous one in the entire prayer area.
Two completely different handwritings coexist at the same time, which is strange at first glance, but seems appropriate when you take a closer look.
On the left is the smooth strokes of "Dai Yiyuan? Wang Chao", followed by a line of large characters like ghost drawings - we have agreed to grow old together, and whoever dares to back down will be a dog.
New Year's Eve Small Theater:
Dai Yiyuan brought a Christmas tree that had been idle for a few days from a friend's shop, planning to make Wang Chao happy, who had never experienced a "foreign festival".
He carefully prepared various gifts that he wanted when he was a child, such as Spider-Man's silk-spinning gloves, a squeaking simulated toy gun, an Ultraman mask with glowing eyes, a blast sword that shrinks by gravity, and so on.
He also went to a stationery store to buy a variety of wrapping paper, wrapped it with great care and wrote blessings on it. He didn't waste the many bows and tied Wang Xiaonuan's tail directly.
But Dai Yiyuan waited and waited until it was almost twelve o'clock. Wang Chao hadn't come back yet, and he didn't even make a call to report.
He was angry and anxious, picked up Wang Xiaonuan and planned to go out to look for someone.
"Fuck! Damn it, what the hell is this!"
Stumbling on the big box outside the door, Dai Yiyuan's scream almost lit up the voice-activated lights within a ten-mile radius.
A big man dressed strangely quickly got out of the box and covered the big speaker that was emitting "volume explosion".
"You... Uh... What... Uh?" Staring closely at the "lucky black cat" who liked him, Dai Yiyuan's complaints continued to come out, "Ugly... Clothes... Um... Where... Borrowed...?"
Wang Chao didn't answer. He moved his hand down and hooked the waist of the person in front of him. His eyes were full of ambiguity and he asked: "Do you like it?"
Dai Yiyuan gave up on grading and chose to respond with a deep kiss.
Twelve hours have passed since the new year, and there are still gifts in the living room that no one has opened.
Wang Xiaonuan, who was locked out of the bedroom door, was so hungry that he scratched the door ten thousand times with his paws.
I don't know how much time passed, but it finally heard a "complete loss of sound quality" from the room. "Wang Rizhao, get out of here if you move again!"
A short paragraph: On the day Wang Chao won the title of "boyfriend", he took Dai Yiyuan to Yangcheng's famous love rooftop to hang concentric locks. Dai Yiyuan's face hurt due to the wind, and he said with great disgust: "Even elementary school students don't play with this thing anymore, and you still believe it!" Wang Chao ignored his complaints and continued to write his name and draw hearts on it, and asked by the way: "Do you want to live together forever or grow old together for a hundred years?" "You are so stupid." Dai Yiyuan snatched the pen and filled in the second half of the sentence himself. When the wind blew, a bunch of locks collided together, making a crisp sound like a heartbeat. The big red lock is hung at the highest point and is the most conspicuous one in the entire prayer area. Two completely different handwritings coexist at the same time, which is strange at first glance, but seems appropriate when you take a closer look. On the left is the smooth strokes of "Dai Yiyuan? Wang Chao", followed by a line of large characters like ghost drawings - we have agreed to grow old together, and whoever dares to back down will be a dog.
New Year's Eve Small Theater: Dai Yiyuan brought a Christmas tree that had been idle for a few days from a friend's shop, planning to make Wang Chao happy, who had never experienced a "foreign festival". He carefully prepared various gifts that he wanted when he was a child, such as Spider-Man's silk-spinning gloves, a squeaking simulated toy gun, an Ultraman mask with glowing eyes, a blast sword that shrinks by gravity, and so on. He also went to a stationery store to buy a variety of wrapping paper, wrapped it with great care and wrote blessings on it. He didn't waste the many bows and tied Wang Xiaonuan's tail directly. But Dai Yiyuan waited and waited until it was almost twelve o'clock. Wang Chao hadn't come back yet, and he didn't even make a call to report. He was angry and anxious, picked up Wang Xiaonuan and planned to go out to look for someone. "Fuck! Damn it, what the hell is this!" Stumbling on the big box outside the door, Dai Yiyuan's scream almost lit up the voice-activated lights within a ten-mile radius. A big man dressed strangely quickly got out of the box and covered the big speaker that was emitting "volume explosion". "You... Uh... What... Uh?" Staring closely at the "lucky black cat" who liked him, Dai Yiyuan's complaints continued to come out, "Ugly... Clothes... Um... Where... Borrowed...?" Wang Chao didn't answer. He moved his hand down and hooked the waist of the person in front of him. His eyes were full of ambiguity and he asked: "Do you like it?" Dai Yiyuan gave up on grading and chose to respond with a deep kiss. Twelve hours have passed since the new year, and there are still gifts in the living room that no one has opened. Wang Xiaonuan, who was locked out of the bedroom door, was so hungry that he scratched the door ten thousand times with his paws. I don't know how much time passed, but it finally heard a "complete loss of sound quality" from the room. "Wang Rizhao, get out of here if you move again!"