A drunk person was difficult to rescue, so Chen Yang managed to get Chao Jian back to the hotel with the help of Xiangdong.
Fengli carried things for them all the way. He felt that Dong Ge was really pitiful. He obviously didn't like Chao Jian but couldn't do it. Even if Dong Ge had a silver needle in his hand, he didn't dare to secretly poke Chao Jian.
As long as he pokes it, he will be providing material to Chao Jian.
The number in the elevator went up from 1. Chen Yang struggled to hold Chao Jian and glared at Xiang Dong with a cold face: "You insisted on making him drink. Now look, he is so drunk."
Xiangdong was smoking an unlit cigarette and said, "Don't bother me now. I regret it so much that I want to commit suicide by smoking."
What's the most fucked-up thing in the world? Giving a love rival a helping hand.
What's the second? The love rival is Green Tea.
Fengli came close to Chen Yang and whispered, "Brother Yang, my boss didn't mean it." His tears flowed into his heart.
Chen Yang said "hmm". He knew that it was not all Xiangdong's fault. Chao Jian was also responsible. If you can't drink, just say you can't drink. It's not shameful. They are all adults. It's childish to compete at the drinking table.
When you get drunk, it is your body that suffers.
If Xiangdong knew what Chen Yang was thinking, he would definitely pull his eyelids open and make him open his eyes to see whether his dog was really drunk or pretending to be drunk.
He had used this trick when he was chasing after his old lover. How could he not know what was going on? He just wanted to get ahead by drinking.
Chao Jian has more secrets than the body hair on his arms. He is cautious about confessing his feelings, and probably doesn't dare to go directly to third base. The highest he can reach is second base.
The cigarette at Xiangdong's lips trembled. Second base is also a dream. Forget it. Chen Yang is not a love-brained person. He is also relatively rough and slow in emotions. He is suitable for straight balls. Chao Jian is using the mode of boiling a frog in warm water, with fragmented details and sneaky. No one reminds Chen Yang to not notice it at all.
So even if Chen Yang came to his senses, he would not let Chao Jian do whatever he wanted. The boundaries in his heart would restrain himself and stop the other party.
Chao Lucha's plan was doomed to fail.
Xiangdong glanced at Chen Yang next to him. The man who had once sworn "I'm not gay" was now slapped in the face, and he couldn't even laugh at him.
Once Xiangdong mocks him, Chen Yang will realize a fact in embarrassment: he has even changed his sexual orientation for someone, and that kind of feeling is deeper than he imagined.
Xiangdong thought viciously that it would be better to realize that later, the later the better!
Soon, Chen Yang put Chao Jian on the bed, grabbed his collar and wiped the sweat off his neck: "It's okay to carry him normally, why is he so heavy when he's drunk?"
"Brother Yang, you can't handle it alone, how about we stay?" Pineapple shook her feet, with "eat dog food" written on her left cheek, "look at the reward" written on her right cheek, and "single dog asking to be tortured to death" written on her forehead.
Xiangdong wanted to kill Fengli right there. He looked at Chen Yang with an unpleasant expression: "Is it okay?"
Chen Yang hesitated and said, "No, you guys can go back. Although he made a fuss during dinner and on the way, he is much quieter now. I should be able to handle it."
Xiangdong put his thumb on the cap of the lighter and scraped the tip of his tongue in his mouth: "Okay, call me if you need anything."
Pineapple couldn't believe it. How could the boss be so decisive
"What are you standing there for? Get out of here!" Xiangdong kicked him.
"I can't see the reward..." Pineapple muttered as she caught up with the boss and greeted Chen Yang quietly in a whisper, "See you tomorrow." When he smiled, the dimple on his cheek was faintly visible, like a freshly steamed rock sugar pear, sweet and bright.
After Xiangdong and Fengli left, the room became quiet. Chen Yang stood in front of the bed and looked at the drunk man. After looking at him for a while, he frowned and took off his shoes.
"Don't move." Chen Yang held down the foot that almost kicked his chin, and listened to Chao Jian's unclear shouting, "Reward..."
Chen Yang pretended not to hear.
"I want a reward." Chao Jian suddenly sat up, staring at Chen Yang with his eyes that were red from alcohol.
"What reward? None." Chen Yang was stared at so hard that he had trouble breathing.
Chao Jian lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Oh, no..." He raised his head again, his eyes cold, "You lied to me!"
Chen Yang didn't expect Chao Jian to have a seizure when he was drunk. He quickly grabbed some milk slices and handed them over: "Play with them."
He didn't even look at Jian.
"This is fun." Chen Yang imitated the way he usually tortured milk slices, crushing them and grinding them into powder. "Look, it's like this."
The powdered milk flakes were knocked away with great force, and Chen Yang's fingertips felt both painful and hot. He was about to get angry when he saw Chao Jian looking at him with eyes that were about to burst into tears.
My anger was covered by a snowfall in early winter, and I seemed to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms in the air.
"You lied to me." Chao Jian's voice was filled with tears, "We made a promise."
Chen Yang wanted to cry too. There was no reward. He didn't even want the milk slices. What else could he give? He and Chao Jian stared at each other for a while. Then a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head. He quickly took out a gel pen from his backpack and said, "Put out your hand."
Chao Jian didn't move at all, like a wooden man.
Chen Yang had no choice but to squat beside the bed, took his hand, and drew a few strokes carefully: "Reward."
Chao Jian looked at the thing in his hand.
"This sun is yours." Chen Yang coaxed.
Chao Jian raised his hand and stared at the sunlight in his palm without blinking. He moved his lips and said, "Mine." Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Morning, morning sun."
Chen Yang was stunned. He rubbed Chao Jian's hair and said with a smile, "Ang, Chao Yang."
After squatting for a while, Chen Yang stood up. The corner of his clothes was pulled. He turned around and said, "I'll go get a towel."
Chen Yang had never taken care of a drunkard before, so he wiped Chao Jian's face and hands with clumsy movements, asked him to lie down, and pulled the quilt.
"Are you going to sleep?" Chen Yang was afraid that Jian would choke when he vomited, so he put two pillows behind his head. "If you don't want to sleep, just lie down like this."
Chao Jian opened his eyes and looked at Chen Yang's face, but he seemed to be searching for something through him.
Chen Yang thought Chao Jian was thinking about his brother again, so he endured it and said indifferently: "If you can't forget him, go find him."
She blinked her long eyelashes at Jian, looking innocent and simple.
Chen Yang said calmly: "Your left leg is recovering, which means you have been struggling with your psychological problems. Why don't you face it bravely and talk to that person face to face? Let the past go. Otherwise, your knot in your heart will never be completely untied, and it will trap you for the rest of your life."
"I do." Chao Jian looked at him and said.
Chen Yang's calm expression cracked instantly, and he raised one corner of his mouth: "Okay, then you continue to struggle, don't come out, you'll be trapped to death."
Realizing belatedly that he was getting more and more emotional the more he spoke, Chen Yang left the bed and came back with a wet face and an apple with two holes in it in his hand.
As the saying goes, truth comes out when drunk.
Should I take advantage of this opportunity... Chen Yang chewed an apple and glanced at the person lying on the bed. It was not kind and immoral to do this, bullying a child. But the opportunity was rare.
The scales were tilting a little bit, and Chen Yang heard his own voice: "I once asked you if the three-digit ID number was the smallest, and you told me it was not. I asked how you knew, and you told me you guessed it." He leaned in closer, staring at Chao Jian, "Did you really guess it, or have you seen a smaller one?"
Chao Jian said nothing.
The first battle ended with Chen Yang missing a shot. Chen Yang changed his location and said, "Zheng Zhiqin felt that you were familiar with him. Did you know him before the mission on the A3 floor?"
Still no response.
After that, Chen Yang fired a few more shots, but there was no sound. He was very disappointed. This guy was drunk and was on guard.
Since nothing can be learned from the questions related to the mission, let's try asking something else. Chen Yang thought about it and asked a question: "Why do you want me to have a buzz cut?"
"It looks good." The man who had kept silent all this time and whose ears were like pendants spoke this time.
Chen Yang choked on an apple. He coughed hard several times, his face reddening from coughing. “Does it really look good?”
"It looks good." Chao Jian touched the sunlight in the palm of his hand.
Chen Yang couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed. He shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Are you stupid? I'm asking about me, not it."
"Forget it. Why should I bother with a drunkard?" Chen Yang was chewing an apple. The man who was lying down got up and pulled him onto the bed with great force.
"Stop acting crazy while drunk!" Chen Yang yelled and tried to get up from Chao Jian's arms. He put one leg around his waist and was completely stunned.
When he came to his senses, Chao Jian's other leg had also hung up and was wrapped around him like an octopus.
This position won’t work. It won’t work. Before Chen Yang could break free, he was somehow moved to another position. He felt dizzy and his heart stopped beating.
Chen Yang glared at the drunk who was lying on top of him, and the drunk smiled at him.
That smile was incredibly lethal, yet it was also vaguely mixed with a hint of bitterness.
Chen Yang had never been oppressed like this before, and he instinctively wanted to escape quickly. He struggled, but soon stopped, his whole body stiff.
I didn't dare to struggle anymore. Because he had a reaction, it was over.
“Chao Jian,” Chen Yang felt cold sweat on his back. He swallowed and called out in a panic, “Chao Jian, Chao Jian, Chao Jian…”
This name was the only one in his mind, and Chen Yang kept calling it over and over again. He didn't know what else to do.
Will it be discovered? If it is discovered, he will say it is a normal physiological reaction.
Chen Yang had thought of what to say, but his body was still panicking. He wasn't feeling well and needed to leave quickly.
Chao Jian bent his back and lowered his head, then lowered it a little more, and the breath with the smell of alcohol sprayed on Chen Yang's mouth and nose.
Chen Yang's body suddenly tensed up, and he tried to push Chao Jian away, when a drop of liquid fell on his lips. It was warm, and Chen Yang subconsciously licked it with his tongue, and it tasted salty.
Crying? Chen Yang looked over blankly, a shadow cast down, and the person on him buried his head in his neck.
"It feels bad." The drunk's voice was suppressed and painful.
Chen Yang hesitated: "Will you feel better if you drink too much..."
"I feel uncomfortable." The drunk said again, hugging his whole world tightly.
Chen Yang was stunned in this suffocating hug. He wanted to prepare some wine at home in the future, so that when necessary, he could get Chao Jian drunk and listen to the truth. That would be conducive to opening up.
But if it's so uncomfortable... I'd better not prepare any wine, Chen thought while looking up at the ceiling.
Chen Yang thought he would not be able to sleep that night, but he slept very deeply. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside. The sunlight seeped in through the single-layer screen window and shone all over him.
He was the only one in the room, Chao Jian was not there. Chen Yang moved the little finger of his right hand, and it felt a little cramped, as if it had been held for a long time.
No one else except Chao Jian could do this.
"You treat me as that brother again." Chen Yang rubbed his little finger and said to himself, "But I'm not." He sighed dejectedly, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Chen Yang got out of bed and opened the door: "Where did you go?"
"Go downstairs for a walk." Chao Jian walked in and closed the door.
Chen Yang discovered that Chao Jian was not wearing the same sportswear he wore yesterday, and there was no smell of alcohol on his breath. Instead, there was a faint scent of mint and milk, and it was obvious that he had washed up.
How come I didn't hear anything? Chen Yang had the illusion that he was drunk. His eyes followed Jian and asked, "Do you remember being drunk?"
Chao Jian went to the bathroom to tie her hair.
"Why didn't you tell me that you couldn't drink?" Chen Yang leaned forward, "You took the bait as soon as Xiangdong provoked you. When did you become so easily..."
Chao Jian looked at him, his eyes bloodshot.
Chen Yang, who had a good sleep, had clear black and white eyes. He swallowed the rest of his words, came in to squeeze toothpaste and brush his teeth: "Wait for me for a while, we'll go downstairs for breakfast."
Chao Jian stood aside, scratching his fluffy hair with his hands, his eyes wandering somewhere unknown.
It was not until he heard Chen Yang say, "You didn't sleep well last night, so we won't go out this morning, you can catch up on your sleep in the hotel" that he moved: "No need to catch up on your sleep."
"I was drunk. Did I say anything drunken or act crazy?" Chao Jian spoke again the next moment, his tone neither fast nor slow.
Chen Yang's back paused, and he buried his head in the pool: "No."
The gaze on him did not move away, his ears were getting hotter and hotter, and just when his whole face was about to burn, he felt a chill on his face.
"You brushed your teeth on your face. Are you a three-year-old kid, brother?"
Chen Yang then realized that his toothbrush was facing his face. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find an excuse to run away, but he heard Chao Jian say coldly with disdain: "Idiot."
“…” Chen Yang pushed the person out and closed the door.
Chao Jian stood outside the door and heard the silence inside. He imagined the man's reaction, tied up a bunch of hair at the back of his head, knocked on the door and said, "Hurry up."
"knew!"
Hotel first floor restaurant
When Chen Yang and Chao Jian arrived there, Xiangdong had already started eating pineapple.
The breakfast was very rich, with both Western and Chinese food. Chen Yang served a bowl of mung bean porridge, and added grilled sausage, tea eggs, fried potato chips, and scallion pancakes. All of them were double portions.
Chao Jian got the pickled mustard tuber and a few steamed dumplings, and then he followed Chen Yang. Wherever Chen Yang went, he went.
Pineapple was eating a plate of watermelon cut into triangles, and waved the chopsticks dipped in watermelon juice: "Good morning!"
"Good morning." Chen Yang sat down.
Pineapple observed Chen Yang. The collar of his white T-shirt was round, and his neck was exposed. There was not a single strawberry on it.
The right time, right place, and right people, but there was no pornographic movie last night? Pineapple looked for it several times unwillingly, but there was really nothing, not even a trace of it.
Chao Jian was really drunk. It seemed that his level was still not high enough.
"There's soy milk." Chen Yang stood up and walked over, and Chao Jian also stood up.
There was a bite mark on the back of Chen Yang's neck. The person who made that mark was extremely paranoid and had bitten and sucked it many times.
Pineapple's eyes widened.
Xiangdong also saw it. He smashed his chopsticks into the plate and was so angry that he almost died.
"Calm down, breathe in and out, Brother Dong, you are a man who can do great things. After you pass this hurdle, there will be another one. You will get used to it slowly." Fengli exaggeratedly pulled out a chair and walked around to pinch his Ren Zhong.
Xiangdong felt a sting from being pinched on his philtrum. He waved away Fengli's hand and said, "I shouldn't have brought you out!"
"I'm on your side." Pineapple looked aggrieved.
Xiangdong was panting heavily, what a jerk! He was just a bastard who only knew how to eat dog food!
Chen Yang went to get some soy milk and came back, noticing that the atmosphere was not right. He looked at Pineapple inquiringly.
Seeing Fengli shaking his head, Chen Yang had no choice but to ask the old man next to him: "What's wrong with you?"
"I ate a fly." Xiangdong pointed at the half scallion pancake in Chao Jian's hand, "It's in there."
Chen Yang felt choked. It was a fly, and it was a dung fly. He turned his head and saw that Jian had already started eating the scallion pancake. His appetite was not affected at all.
Xiangdong kicked the empty chair away, and the harsh sound startled everyone around who was looking at them.
"What's wrong with you?" Chen Yang had just finished speaking when his cell phone rang. The painter tagged everyone in the group. It was nothing special, just a rain of red envelopes.
Today's painter is also kind-hearted and is dedicated to saving all living beings. However, Xiangdong was not happy, and after grabbing the red envelope, he chatted privately with the painter.
east:!!!
painter:
east:…
painter:.
Xiangdong cursed and poked the keyboard hard with his fingers, typing: That bastard Chao Jian pretended to be drunk last night!
After he sent the message, he was so angry that he slammed his phone on the table.
In the chat box that was still on, the painter sent him a candle a second ago.
Xiangdong didn’t know that the painter had found Chen Yang, so he transferred a sum of money to him separately, with the note: “I wish you happiness.”
Chen Yang sent a question mark in confusion.
The painter did not reply. He went to find Chao Jian and transferred the same amount of money. The note was a bit longer: I have a batch of pink diamonds.
Chao Jian glanced at the message, put the phone back into his pocket and continued drinking soy milk.
While Chen Yang was eating soup dumplings, he casually glanced at the old nail clippers in Fengli's hand and found a word "Feng" on the part used for sharpening nails.
"Pineapple Cake, did you carve those words yourself?" Chen Yang asked.
"Yes, I carved it for fun." Fengli shook the nail clippers, "This is my life-saving amulet. I carry it with me and put it next to my pillow when I sleep."
"I always bring it with me when I fight. With it, I'm invincible." Fengli laughed, "Isn't that right, Brother Dong?"
Xiangdong said to Chen Yang: "He picked it up from the garbage dump when he was a child."
"I avoided a disaster because I was trying to pick up a nail clipper," Fengli said lightly, "otherwise the grass on my grave would be taller than a person."
Chen Yang rarely went to East Street because it was too chaotic. When Xiangdong and his brothers were experiencing the cruelty of life and death, he was studying and raising his sister. They were not from the same world, but now they could sit together and have breakfast.
And three of the four people are taskers. Life is like a winding mountain road, you can turn at any time.
The morning schedule is to go to the square to see graffiti.
Chao Jian fell asleep as soon as he got in the car. Chen Yang was playing the escape room game on his mobile phone. He was stuck on the tenth level and felt like he would be entangled with it for the rest of his life.
Xiangdong in the front kept looking at the rearview mirror. Chen Yang felt it and said, "Can you concentrate on driving?"
"Of course." Xiangdong smoked a few cigarettes before leaving, his mouth full of bitterness, "Did that kid bother you last night?"
The train of thought that Chen Yang had just connected was suddenly disconnected.
Xiangdong noticed the change in his expression and narrowed his eyes: "Tell me earlier that you are raising a son."
"No trouble. He fell asleep quickly." Chen Yang listened to Chao Jian's long breathing and lied without blushing or beating his heart. His hands were poking at the screen, and when he heard a prompt, he looked down in disbelief.
The key was found!
Chen Yang was overwhelmed with emotions. He had been searching for a long time and finally found the place where the key was hidden. It was really dramatic.
After a dozen seconds, Chen Yang no longer had the mood to sigh. He stared at Chao Jian's clearance record and doubted his life.
"Are you human?" Chen Yang looked at the sleeping person leaning on his shoulder with his peripheral vision, silently questioning. He thought that this was only the beginner's level, and there were still seven levels to complete, and there would be intermediate and advanced levels waiting for him later, so he immediately became weak. Then he became hard again.
Life is hard, so you have to be tough.
Chen Yang pinched the back of his neck. He thought, "Eat one bite at a time, walk one step at a time. Take your time. The game will eventually be over, and the mission will also have an end. All the missioners will have an ending."
Just as Chen Yang was thinking this, the scenery in front of him changed and he walked out of the car and under a tree.
The first thing Chen Yang did was to look beside him. Chao Jian was there, with his backpack.
"Damn it!" Xiangdong's curse came from not far away, mixed with Pineapple's exclamation.
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched. All of them came in. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a red color in his field of vision. It was the Little Red Riding Hood of the pineapple.
"Is Pineapple implicated by the three of us?" Chen Yang frowned.
There was a shadow of a tree on Chao Jian's eyelids: "We are not magnets."
Chen Yang said: "But wasn't it because I bumped into you that you..."
Chao Jian interrupted, "The situation is different." He had no intention of explaining, but just pulled Chen Yang out from under the tree.
Chen Yang was worried. Chao Jian's crutches were not brought in, which made him uneasy. He was also puzzled as to why they were all sitting in the same car but were not together when they came in. Only Chao Jian followed him.
An old residential building appeared in front of Chen Yang. He looked up and asked, "Are we going to live in it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang felt a gust of cold wind, and the hairs on his body stood up. Is this a haunted house
Chao Jian peeled four or five milk slices and put them in his mouth, chewing them with a crunching sound: "Trouble."
Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. Chao Jian hadn't said this before for the first six missions, so this time...
He looked down at Jian and started peeling the milk slices again.
"You should eat less." Chen Yang couldn't help but persuade, "There's no water in the bag."
"It's okay." Chao Jian touched his little finger.
Chen Yang was like being struck by an electric current. He said seriously, "This is a mission world. We must complete the mission well."
Chao Jian frowned: "What else can I do?"
“…” Chen Yang was speechless. He avoided Chao Jian’s gaze and looked around.
Chao Jian gave him a milk tablet with the packaging torn open.
Chen Yang took it silently: "I wonder if Fengli brought the bag in. If she did, there would be drinks. There are several bottles of mineral water in it."
Chao Jian looked at the teeth marks on the back of his neck and his throat rolled.
After a while, a tricycle that was even more dilapidated than the residential building drove over.
The man riding the bike was a middle-aged man in grey work clothes, his face was pale. He parked the bike and glanced at Chen Yang and Chao Jian: "Aren't there ten people? Why are there only two of you? Where are the others?"
Chen Yang received the number of people on the mission and pointed to the east and the pineapple direction: "Two are over there, the rest haven't arrived yet."
He looked behind the tricycle, his pupils shrinking slightly. It was full of packages, large and small, exactly ten in total.
The mission this time is... delivering a package