With the intention of rushing home as soon as possible, Ji Cha specially set the alarm clock for 6:30 before going to bed, and when the alarm clock rang the next day, he immediately turned off his phone.
Liang Jincheng was still soundly asleep with his eyes closed, and one hand was unconsciously embracing Ji Cha's waist, so that Ji Cha's face was almost pressed against his chest.
Ji Cha carefully moved out of Liang Jincheng's arms, sat on the edge of the bed and looked back at him, couldn't help but patted his chest and thought in relief, luckily he got up before Liang Jincheng woke up, otherwise he would be caught by Liang Jincheng I misunderstood and thought that he crawled over on his own initiative.
After he dressed and washed quickly, he held his key card and tiptoed out of the room.
The man who was thought to be still asleep on the bed behind him slowly opened his eyes.
In the arms, on the pillow, and the residual warmth in his body were telling Liang Jincheng that it was indeed Ji Cha who was lying in his arms just now. But this still can't change everything that is beautiful to him is like a dream.
Liang Jincheng gathered his five fingers together, buried his head into the pillow and took a deep breath.
On the other end, Ji Cha walked out of the hotel carefully and slowly. Breakfast was not provided in the small hotel, so he walked around twice before walking to a side alley. After walking two steps, it suddenly opened, leading directly to a bustling street.
The morning market in the small town is very lively. The stalls on both sides of the street are old farmers living nearby, and the breakfast shop has been open for a while. There are not many things sold in it, but the prices are cheap, and the things are very affordable.
Ji Cha chose a corner seat and ordered a bowl of wontons and two steamed buns. The proprietress moved neatly, and put the things in front of Ji Cha in a blink of an eye.
"The vinegar and chili sauce are over there." She pointed to a table in the corner, "It's too busy now, you can do it yourself."
Ji Cha nodded, holding the bun with his hands. The steamed stuffed bun was just taken out of the cage, and it was steaming, and it became worse after being torn open by an external force, and it rushed to Ji Cha's face with a strong smell of meat.
He endured the heat and ate four buns and two bowls of wontons in one go. Then he got up and packed a similar meal for Liang Jincheng, and prepared to walk back slowly.
Earlier, half of the shop was on the raised sidewalk next to the road. Ji Cha originally wanted to go straight down and return according to the way he came from. But I didn't want to hear the sound of commotion in the crowd as soon as I took the packing box handed over by the proprietress.
"Bite human beings! Bite human beings!" Someone suddenly screamed, forming a water halo and scattered to the side.
Ji Cha was still standing far away, so he was not affected by the panic, and could stand on a high place and look down on the situation over there.
An ordinary-looking old man was looking fiercely at the moment, riding on another old man with cloudy eyes, gnawing at his face as if losing his mind.
The opponent was powerless to resist, so he could only groan, and blood gushed out like a gush.
"Rabies, this is it!" Someone also went up to pull, but turned around and was bitten by the old man.
This interrupted the old man's concentration on gnawing, and he began to scatter and attack passers-by without a target.
"Everyone stay away, I've already called the police, and an ambulance will come soon!" There was a man in the middle of the road who was maintaining the scene in an orderly manner, but in Ji Cha's view, his actions were actually useless.
The people who were eating in the breakfast shop all stood up at this time, one or two gathered around Ji Cha, discussing the chaos over there in a low voice.
"It must have been bitten by a dog, and he was reluctant to get an injection. Isn't this a disaster for others?"
"Oh, so much blood, but I suffered."
"Scary, really scary."
There were also those who shouted loudly, "You can't catch such an old thing? Let him bite people!"
The street is crowded with people, pedestrians can't run in time, and many stall owners are farmers, how can they be willing to put their vegetables on the ground and let the chaotic crowd trample on them
There was another delay in squatting down to clean up, but within four or five minutes, the mad old man had already injured six people, big and small.
Because he heard someone yelling from the breakfast shop, he turned his head stiffly, with a painful and tangled look on his face. For a moment, Ji Cha almost thought that the mad old man might still have a sober humanity left
But in the next moment, this thought was slapped in the face by reality. The old man followed the source of the sound from the breakfast shop.
The crowd who had been watching the excitement calmly before Khan immediately shouted and cursed in panic, half of them hid in the shop, and half of them rushed outside.
Ji Cha walked at the forefront of the crowd, hurriedly dodging to a safe place, watching the old man who was the first to go crazy in his eyes, and from the corner of his eyes, he also tightly locked those who were injured by the old man to prevent them from suddenly dying Change.
There are very few zombies now, and they are easy to control, but many people don't know where the zombies are, and they don't even think they are zombies, which has caused many irreparable losses in the future.
However, at this point, Ji Cha can hardly blame the current people for not being cruel enough. After all, when he and Wang Qinxue were interns in city A, they didn't have the heart to kill their two roommates. When they were forced into a corner, they just tried to push them away and ran out by themselves.
If they hadn't learned what kind of phenomenon this was, Ji Cha and Wang Qinxue would still be blaming themselves for not giving their friend the necessary medical treatment.
"You need to start with the head!" Ji Cha couldn't help telling the proprietress of the wonton shop who was beating the crazy old man with a big spoon.
A few middle-aged men who were watching the excitement in the back scolded Ji Cha while they were more or less behind the proprietress, "Idiot, why don't you try to beat me? I'll spend the rest of my life at your house!"
That really sounded like something a madman would say. Ji Cha didn't take it seriously, turned around and walked away quickly.
What he has to do now is to go home quickly, return to his loved ones quickly, and win a bigger life for himself and the people he cares about.
There was a rise and fall in the back, and the sound of police sirens and ambulances came from a distance. I don't know what will happen in the future.
Fortunately, the hotel is still very peaceful. A yawning cleaning lady is carelessly supporting the floor of the lobby. A few girls at the front desk are chatting about the latest TV series that aired last night.
"He's really handsome! Good-looking..."
Ji Cha got on the elevator, his eyes fell on the constantly changing number, and with a ding, it stopped on the floor where he lived.
Liang Jincheng was already awake when he opened the door, and was making a video call with someone.
Ji Cha didn't know what was going on inside. When he opened the door, he saw Liang Jincheng's back sitting beside the bed, so he said loudly, "Senior, I brought you breakfast, it's still very hot."
Liang Jincheng turned his head following the sound, and turned the mobile phone in his hand in a circle following his movements, revealing the face of the man with the yellow hair over there.
Ji Cha took a look from a distance and recognized the person who was talking with Liang Jincheng when he met him yesterday.
"Ouch!" The yellow hair on the other end yelled in a weird tone for some reason, quite like booing.
"Sleeping in the same room?" He asked Liang Jincheng.
Ji Cha quickly lowered his voice, put the breakfast on the side table, and then pointed to Liang Jincheng's door with his mobile phone, expressing that he would go out first so as not to disturb him.
Before Liang Jincheng had time to stop him, there was already a sound of the door closing with a click.
"Seriously," the yellow-haired man on the screen of the phone suddenly changed his tone to be serious, "Are you going to spend time with people like this? He doesn't look crooked at first glance, let me tell you, a straight man who can't be crooked It's too much, I heard that Ji Cha is straight."
"I'm straight too." Liang Jincheng frowned, retorting Huang Mao solemnly.
Huang Mao sneered, "You are straighter than a steel pipe!"
I haven't seen someone who has been sexually obsessed with a junior for several years and dared to say that he is a straight man.
"Xia Qin, it will take a few days before I return to City G. If there is anything, please remember to take care of me." Liang Jincheng didn't care about Huang Mao's teasing.
"I know," Huang Mao said impatiently, "With your appearance, you will be a ghost if you can seduce Ji Cha."
As he said that, he turned off the video call, leaving a frowning Liang Jincheng on his side.
Liang Jincheng glanced back at the closed door, then at the breakfast Ji Cha left on the table for him, then got up and walked out the door.
Ji Cha was on the phone at the end of the corridor.
Liang Jincheng stood at the door and heard him say, "As long as you sell it quickly, I don't care about other things. Yes, I really didn't die, and I don't have other things. Oh, I owed five million from gambling, and now I am short of money to pay off my debts." Ah! Yes, that’s it, sell it quickly and everything else is easy to say, um, it’s dead.”
Ji Cha hung up the phone call with the agency, dropped a hot potato, and was just hanging up the phone with a sigh of relief, when he turned around and saw Liang Jincheng looking at him strangely.
"Are you short of money?" He paused, and seemed to have just come to his senses, and then quickly walked towards Ji Cha, "I have money, how much do you want?"
Ji Cha doesn't know what the God of Wealth looks like, but now he looks like Liang Jincheng.
But he still shook his head vigorously, "No, I don't want money."
Money doesn't move me.