Good Night, Liang Xiao

Chapter 9

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"Have you eaten breakfast?" Ye Ji'an took the opportunity to start the topic, "Let's go now."

"Oh, by the way, I'll bring some sandwiches for the two of you along the way? And coffee... Director Ye's black American style, Liang Xiao vanilla latte, right?" Xiao Li was also interested, so he turned and trotted towards the elevator.

"Hard work!" Ye Ji'an said.

"It's troublesome." Liang Xiao also said.

"...Thank you just now," Ye Ji'an turned around when he saw Xiao Li enter the elevator, "and a razor, really can talk."

"For the sake of senior's reputation. But don't worry, I haven't come out of the closet in the company, so it shouldn't have much impact." Liang Xiao shrugged and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Ye Ji'an looked at the closed wooden door, glanced twice, and returned to his room. reputation? Indeed, the first thing he thought of just now was indeed a similar word, but after thinking about it, what if he was misunderstood? The company does not have a rule prohibiting romance in the office. In this era, being with someone of the same sex who is younger than you, although there must be some people who don't understand it, it's not shameful. The premise of all this is of course that Liang Xiao doesn't mind. As for Ye Ji'an himself, he has passed the age that excludes him from being a talkative person, and has no idea of having a girlfriend. If he is regarded as gay, he still has an object. It can also avoid the courtship of colleagues of the right age and the matchmaking of others.

In fact, he felt that all he cared about every day was how he was doing his work, how his department was performing, whether he was at risk of being fired, and how he could get more bonuses to ease the pressure on mortgages. To say that he is low-desirable, that he does not want to become a monk, and how much he loves life, it is really impossible to talk about.

Damn, he stared at himself in the mirror again, his eyes were dull and pale, and there was toothpaste on the corners of his mouth, thinking, your life is too unchasing.

Is the house your everything? He asked himself.

But apart from the satellite city subway with two bedrooms and one living room, what else do you have? Oh, and the cemetery signed by the insurance company for you, and the grave sweeping service that is automatically extended for 15 years. Again he felt like he was getting bored.

Ye Ji'an is an expert in dealing with his own emotions. He quickly regrouped, dressed himself up brightly, sprayed on Chanel azure, hung up the pure white wide-sleeved shirt he borrowed, and went to work with his bags. His colleagues had already gotten into the car. He took the breakfast paper bag handed over by Xiao Li, squeezed it in his hand, and sat down in the spacious last row of Alpha, looking to his side unconsciously. Liang Xiao, who was sitting next to him, also looked back at him. He didn't say much, just stuffed a small object into his palm.

Spreading his hands, Ye Ji'an was startled for a moment. It is a very thin jade pendant, carved with a smiling Maitreya, the carving is shallow, and the jade material is not good enough, neither like jade nor suet. This thing has been hanging around his neck for as long as he can remember. Ye Ji'an never cared about it very much. Gradually, the lanyard became finer or even broken, and he didn't notice it when it fell on someone else's bed last night.

But after all, I don't want to lose it. After all, this thing didn't come from the parents who raised him until he was eighteen years old. If there is any relationship between him and the days before he was adopted at the age of three, it is only this Maitreya.

"Thank you." Ye Ji'an said.

Liang Xiao frowned when he saw that he neither put away the things nor opened the breakfast paper bag. "Isn't this yours?" His voice was lower than a whisper.

Ye Ji'an didn't mean to hide it at all, and said generously in a normal voice: "It's mine, it may be worn out, I'll make a new one when I get home."

Liang Xiao's nervousness was obviously relieved by most of it. He picked up the broken lanyard from his palm, and used a lighter to burn off a few fluffy strands at the end. "That's good." He compared the length, "Senior, borrow it. Give me the neck."

Ye Ji'an probably guessed what he was going to do.

Just listening to Liang Xiao trying to simplify his words again, "I'll help you put it on," he shook the pendant and said seriously, "Then tie it again."

It was eerily quiet in the car, I don't know if it had always been like this, or if it just became like this. Ye Ji'an's eyes swept across the backs of the seats in front of him, and he suddenly understood and calmed down that this feeling came suddenly, just like the moment when dew condensed on the leaves, fell on the tips of the leaves, and finally fell. .

Unbuttoning a shirt and loosening his tie, he really "borrowed" his neck, the string touched his skin, and a knot so small that he could barely feel it landed on the back of his neck. Liang Xiao's fingers trembled a little, and Ye Ji'an felt that this was probably not his own delusion.

"This can be considered a talisman," he laughed, tucked the Maitreya into his neckline, with body temperature, not an ice man, "If the hotel picks it up when cleaning up the bed, it may not be able to come back, you are really careful. "

Liang Xiao was rarely shy, so he looked out the window when he saw him fix his tie.

The work that day went quite smoothly. During dinner, Lao Chen joked that it was Director Ye's lucky charm, and Ye Ji'an smiled and responded to him, thinking that we were lucky, it wasn't that we were well prepared and cooperated reasonably.

Liang Xiao was choked by the unauthentic Indian curry in the unauthentic Indian restaurant, and he poured peppermint water to calm down. While Ye Ji'an continued to talk to Lao Chen, he beckoned to the waiter and asked for a spicy potato soup.

That night, he took the Valentino and stood in front of Liang Xiao's room again. This time, the two planned well and contacted by WeChat in advance, so they didn't even need to knock on the door. The next morning, the alarm clock finally came into play, Ye Ji'an calmly returned to his room, calmly went through the desperate daily routine in front of the mirror, and calmly went downstairs to take the car.

For the next four or five days, it was the same.

Ye Ji'an found that he did have a role in hypnosis, but it was not omnipotent. After gradually making up for the basic sleep, Liang Xiao would sometimes fall asleep very late even if he hugged him, but it was not all night, Ye Ji'an thought secretly. If you become addicted to something, you must not stop too aggressively ideally. After returning to China, you need to cooperate with treatment. In short, you need to add sleeping pills by yourself, and then gradually reduce the dose, so that Liang Xiao can slowly adapt to natural sleep.

He also found that there would be calls coming in late at night, almost every night. Liang Xiao's cell phone would vibrate beside the pillow, and then it was rudely rejected and thrown on the floor.

The company requires employees to turn on the phone 24 hours a day, and also requires that they not change numbers without special reasons. According to Liang Xiao, those calls are from unknown numbers and cannot be blocked and blocked, so there is no solution, and they can only endure their harassment. As for the others, such as who was so obsessed with him, why he didn't even say a word, and how long this situation lasted, Liang Xiao never explained, and Ye Ji'an didn't ask.

Or the ex, maybe it was the first love that broke up before graduation, he thought silently, this kid also took a similar call when he used to cook. Facing Liang Xiao's indifference, from whispering to roaring, Ye Ji'an couldn't tell what language it was, but felt that the other party was quite angry.

"Don't smash your phone one day." He also pretended to remind him inadvertently at a certain midnight.

Liang Xiao still didn't care, and in a daze, he hugged him tighter, "It's so annoying, I disturb the senior's sleep."

This made Ye Ji'an wonder if he would feel lonely and unwarm if he lay in bed alone in the future.

At that time, the insomniac will not become yourself, will it

He didn't go to discuss with Liang Xiao what to do after returning to China. The shorter the remaining days of the business trip, the more hesitant he became. It's a neighbor anyway, and it's so cold in winter, why don't you continue like this? I have already thought about how to cure your insomnia. In fact, he almost said that, and he was very puzzled by himself.

Don't say anything else, just say that next month, people will live in the local area, and they will definitely go home for the Chinese New Year. Is it possible that they can bring homeless pieces like themselves? Crazy, it's not just a matter of privacy. Ye Ji'an believes that it is the inexplicable sense of dependence that comes quickly and strangely, which causes him to think so much, and also causes this psychological habit of overreaching.

What is comforting is that the work was successfully completed according to the planned time, and most of the worries before the Spring Festival were also eliminated. On the eve of returning to China, Ye Ji'an treated guests and six people drank in a traditional Russian bar. Female colleagues of course have the freedom to choose fruit juice and yogurt, but the three old Chen Yeji and An Liangxiao poured beer in the direction of not getting drunk or returning.

Outside the bar, there are many drunks lying down, and inside the bar, there are piles of sturdy Slavic men toasting and drinking, shouting slogans like slashing with knives and axes, and their table is not much better, and female colleagues are not drinking less. It means that everyone has been busy for such a year, everyone is tired, everyone is wronged, and they want to indulge in this foreign country without any scruples.

Only Ye Ji'an changed his plan temporarily. He saw that Xiao Li in the general department was unreliable. He knew that as the leader of the team, he had to stay sober. Too stupid. So no matter how people tried to persuade him, Ye Ji'an was always quite self-sufficient, so he just took a glass of wine and sipped it. I don't know that this disguised form caused Liang Xiao to drink more - this kid is stupid. He was holding back the wine, cup after cup, "Give it to me!" Just those two words.

"Hey, do I have to carry you later?" Ye Ji'an poked him quietly.

Liang Xiao shook his head, but smiled obediently.

After three rounds of drinking, Lao Chen confessed and left the stage temporarily. Ye Ji'an saw that he didn't go to the bathroom, but went to the door, and thought he was bored and wanted to go out to breathe. After twenty minutes, there was still no sign of Lao Chen coming back. I called him and found that the phone was on the table.

Ye Ji'an sank, he was afraid that Lao Chen would not deal with the group of drunks outside, such as accidentally stepping on someone, being beaten on the ground, or simply being drunk as one of them, it is not impossible. Rumors of drunk Russians who froze to death on the streets in previous years made Ye Di'an nervous. Thinking like this, he woke up Xiao Li and the translator who were dozing on the table, and explained that they were looking for something good, while he put on his coat and walked out of the door.

He eventually found someone in a dark alley behind the bar. Old Chen looked like he was dead. He was framed at the entrance of the alley. Seven or eight people surrounded him smoking. They were a group of young Russians. The one in the lead had blond hair with drooping shoulders and a very thin figure, but on a snowy day, he only wore a tight T-shirt and ripped denim, which was particularly eye-catching. Glancing at Ye Ji'an, his supermodel-like face froze for a moment, but there was no other reaction, and then he smoked quietly, not forgetting to brush the ash on Lao Chen's face.

"This is my friend," Ye Ji'an took two steps closer, trying to communicate with him in English, "Let him go first, everything else is easy to say."

Someone turned to look at him, but the blond youth was indifferent, and the others seemed to dare not speak.

"The phone is in my pocket, and I can call the police with a single click." This is a risk, and Ye Ji'an can't be sure whether the effect is a threat or anger. "It's troublesome to rob foreigners, you should know that."

Having said that, the blond young man actually started laughing, with his back to him, Ye Ji'an stared at his trembling back with laughter, but he didn't see his next move. What kind of shit is this? He was so annoyed that he was about to return to China for a day. In the end, this kind of thing happened when he didn't take care of it. The four drunk people in the room couldn't point it out. Then call here? Facing the robbers five or six meters away, calling the police directly, I was too arrogant.

He was worrying about what to do next, when suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, and he seemed to be in a hurry even in the snow. Not only was Liang Xiao able to stand firm, but he also ran over. Seeing that he didn't even have a coat on, he just stood beside Ye Ji'an, squinting for two seconds, "Roman," he said in English, gasping for breath. "Do you still want to go to jail?"

Hearing this, the blond young man finally turned around. Ye Ji'an saw a pair of beast-like eyes with red eyes, and these eyes were looking at Liang Xiao intently at the moment.