Winter, thirty in the lunar calendar.
A downtown commercial street office building.
"They are all resigned. How does it feel to be working overtime at the company on New Year's Eve?"
"no feelings"
Wei Feng teased: "At this time next year, even if you want to work overtime, you will have no chance. Cherish it."
Qin Shaocheng laughed.
Wei Feng took out a strangely shaped signature pen from the pen holder, and after twisting it a little, he found a small note hidden in the cap: "Huh? This pen...is a bit strange." Wei Feng sent out a note while opening the note. Tsk tsk sound, look contrived.
Qin Shaocheng's gaze shifted from the data transmission screen interface to Wei Feng.
"Wow! It turned out to be Zhang's hidden confession! Let me read it to you..." Wei Feng read it affectionately and in a low tone: "Shao Sheng. I like you, because I..."
Qin Shaocheng grabbed the pen and the note: "Did Zeng Pingping ask you to do this?"
Wei Feng laughed loudly: "No way, she keeps harassing me on WeChat, saying that if you don't see the note in the pen, I must open it and read it in front of you."
Qin Shaocheng put the pen into the pen container that had begun to collect dust, and held the note in the palm of his hand.
"I can't bear the heart of a beauty to be missed." Wei Feng poked Qin Shaocheng with his arm, "Do you really not think about it?"
Seeing that all the data was transferred, Qin Shaocheng turned off the computer: "Let's go. Go back."
Wei Feng shrugged and followed.
Today is New Year's Eve, and the office is already empty. The two locked the door after checking the company's power supply and closing the doors and windows. While waiting for the elevator, Wei Feng put his arms around Qin Shaocheng's shoulder and asked, "What time is the flight?"
"The seventh day of the new year." Qin Shaocheng threw the note into the cleaning garbage truck.
"Aren't you going back this year?"
"Um."
"It used to be because—" Wei Feng paused, "Didn't you already decide to take over the family business?"
Qin Shaocheng said: "There are many relatives during the Chinese New Year, and I will go back to clean up after the New Year."
Get out of the elevator. Wei Feng, who lives locally, took out his mobile phone and glanced at the message: "My old man told me to go to the supermarket to buy some carrots, and he is making mutton soup at home. If you want me to say that you just forget about the Chinese New Year at my house this year, it is still lively."
"No. Thank you." Qin Shaocheng said again, "I'll go with you, and I want to buy something too."
There is no such thing as two big men shopping in the supermarket and comparing prices while walking, going straight to the point and paying at the cashier when you buy it. When we came out it started to rain. After saying goodbye to Wei Feng, Qin Shaocheng drove back to the rental house.
This winter and the Spring Festival is in mid-February, the beginning of spring has passed, and the raindrops are like soft needles and faint smoke.
The way back was smooth, and the whole city fell silent in just a few days. At this time, no one cares about the parking spaces in the community where resources are tight on weekdays. After parking the car downstairs, Qin Shaocheng opened the trunk and went upstairs with two bags of vegetables. When he was picking out the keys at the door, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten to lock the car door just now. He entered the room, put the plastic bag on the shoe cabinet, and walked towards the kitchen.
Before he raised his eyes completely, the gray slippers on the ground came into his eyes first.
A man in slippers was standing in front of the gas stove, stirring the food in the pot with a spoon. The fragrance of rice, the rich smell of meat and the unique ammonia smell of preserved eggs are mixed together to produce a wonderful collision, which makes people mouth-watering.
"You're back?" Jiang Yishan's eyebrows were docile, and the corners of his mouth were raised.
Qin Shaocheng stood on the spot and collected himself.
Jiang Yishan put the lid on the pot and turned off the fire: "The preserved egg porridge is ready, do you want to try it?"
Qin Shaocheng didn't speak, he went to the window and opened the glass window, pressed the lock on the car parked downstairs, and then went back to the entrance to sort the vegetables in the two plastic bags by category. After putting away the last box of egg dumplings, Qin Shaocheng closed the refrigerator.
Jiang Yishan leaned against the refrigerator and looked at him. The heating in the room was too high, his cheeks were flushed from the heat, he took a bottle of milk, opened it and took a sip, the low-temperature liquid slipped into his stomach, his chest was cold: "Why are you ignoring me?"
Qin Shaocheng turned around and went out.
Jiang Yishan followed behind him and said unhurriedly, "I thought you would change the door locks the second year after we broke up."
Qin Shaocheng clenched his right hand hanging by his leg, and said coldly, "You go or I go."
"Today's New Year's Eve, don't you want to have the last meal with me?" Jiang Yishan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, "I cooked the New Year's Eve dinner."
Qin Shaocheng resolutely walked towards the entrance.
Jiang Yishan quickly said: "I have nowhere to go now." When Qin Shaocheng's pace slowed down, Jiang Yishan said again: "I won't lie to you, I don't even have the money to open a hotel room."
Jiang Yishan knows Qin Shaocheng's character too well, Yi is soft-hearted, gentle and tolerant. He couldn't help lowering his tone: "Besides, this house belongs to you, and I'm the one who should leave. I'll leave after eating."
Qin Shaocheng didn't hide his disgust, but Jiang Yishan turned a blind eye. Seeing that Qin Shaocheng had no intention of going out, he briskly walked towards the kitchen: "I'll continue to cook. I haven't done it for many years. Would you like to help me?"
What responded to him was the sound of the study door being closed.
In the study.
Qin Shaocheng turned on the computer, entered Jiang Yishan's name and searched for tens of millions of results.
All the news are listing Jiang Yishan's various behaviors, saying how he has used drafts to hype his fame in recent years, and bought trolls to pour some out-of-the-box black material on his competitors. But none of that was the straw that could break him. Qin Shaocheng posted on Weibo, found keywords at the bottom of the hot search list, and found revelations along the way.
Triple shot. The first one is a photo of the clothes Jiang Yishan wore to attend the event; the second one is Jiang Yishan changing cars midway; the third chapter is Jiang Yishan and a man sitting in the car kissing, the man's face is mostly blocked by the rearview mirror.
The man whose face is covered in the photo is Qin Shaocheng, and that photo was taken five years ago.
The breaking news was released last week. Qin Shaosheng was busy with the handover work and didn't notice it a year ago. After roughly scanning the comments below, he roughly understood the situation, went to the kitchen and asked Jiang Yishan: "How much do you want this time?"
"Huh?" Jiang Yishan was slowly cutting sausages in the kitchen, "Can you lend me twenty, I want to buy an iQiyi member to watch dramas."
"You know that's not what I'm talking about."
Jiang Yishan glanced at him: "You saw the photo."
"Did you destroy the film back then?"
Jiang Yishan shrugged: "Destroyed. But what can I do if someone keeps a hand? But don't blame the paparazzi."
Qin Shaocheng frowned.
"It's a long story. I bought a person's black material before. It was a small character. I asked someone to trick him into Boss Zhou's bureau. Do you remember Boss Zhou? Zhou Zheng. His dinner was so messed up. Originally I thought how could I get some pictures in that kind of place. I didn’t expect that he didn’t get the trick, but he got a boss instead. I thought it would be easier to keep this black material, so I asked someone to take pictures. It’s a pity I miscalculated. This boss really loves him, and he turned me off with his backhand." Jiang Yishan carefully arranged the sausages one by one, put them into the steamer together with the plates, poured water and lit the fire, "Yes I did it on my own."
Qin Shaocheng couldn't listen anymore, he asked again: "How much do you want?"
Jiang Yishan rinsed the broccoli, broke off the leaves, cut off the rhizomes, divided them into small pieces, scalded them in boiling water, and served them: "Can't I tell you something else besides asking you for money?"
"What else?"
"A lot. But from your expression, it seems that you don't want to hear more from me." Jiang Yishan poured the turquoise soup in the pot into the sink: "Are you afraid that I will tell you something about the past to deceive you? "
The corners of Qin Shaocheng's mouth completely lost its curvature.
Jiang Yishan put down the kitchen utensils in his hands and raised his head to meet Qin Shaocheng's indifferent eyes. His fingertips trembled slightly, he didn't dare to let Qin Shaocheng see his timidity and guilty conscience, after all, he was the one who did the wrong thing at the beginning.
That year, Qin Shaosheng completely fell out with his family in order to be with Jiang Yishan, and traveled 1,300 kilometers to the strange city A to start a business. After spending all his savings to buy the film, Jiang Yishan resolutely broke up with Qin Shaocheng in order to continue to be a big star.