Chen Yang was woken up by Chao Jian's bite. He slid into bed and said, "I'm sleeping. I'm so sleepy."
"Those who sleep after eating are pigs." Chao Jian bit his finger.
"How could I be full? I just didn't eat a few bites... If you hadn't dragged me to do it last night and dragged me to do it again this afternoon..." Chen Yang's eyelids were already glued shut.
At last, Chen Yang muttered again: "The time has come. You don't have so many scruples anymore. You don't worry about the threshold anymore. You are completely free. You are no longer the innocent boy who kept repeating 'restraint' to himself after kissing me."
Chao Jian's face was dark: "Get up."
"I won't." Chen Yang rolled up in the quilt and fell asleep.
Chao Jian pulled open the collar of Chen Yang's sweater and buried her face in it, rubbing her slightly cold lips between his collarbone and neck.
"Get up, get up, I'll get up right away! I'll get up now!" Chen Yang was so itchy that he pushed Chao Jian's head and scratched his little nose.
Finally, Chao Jian stood up and stood straight.
Chen Yang: “…”
Chao Jian: “…”
"We really need to exercise moderation." Chen Yang sat up wrapped in the quilt, "You are still growing, too much will affect your development."
Chao Jian: "I have already completed my development." He pinched a piece of skin on the back of Chen Yang's hand with two fingers, "Also, can you please take your hand away when you talk about moderation?"
Chen Yang said seriously: "My hand has your surname."
The two looked at each other, moved closer to each other and kissed each other.
"Brother, do you really want me to restrain myself?" Chao Jian held the back of Chen Yang's head and kissed him passionately.
Chen Yang raised his half-lidded eyes, his eyes slightly reddened with emotion: "What did you say?"
"I said, the bed is old and can't withstand our tossing and turning. Let's go to the floor." Chao Jian picked him up and got out of bed.
In the living room, Wen Qing suddenly sucked the half-pink that was hanging by his lips and said, "School Prince, let's go."
"Ah?" Zhao Yuan was eating with relish.
Wen Qing sighed, "There's nothing we can do. Your brother Wen's perception ability is innate. He is naturally far above the passing line."
Zhao Yuan swallowed the potato chips in his mouth. Wasn’t he just eating hotpot? How did it get to the point of perception
Wen Qing shook his head: "For someone like you who fails..." He rubbed Zhao Yuan's head like a ball, "Alas, poor child, just leave it to fate."
Zhao Yuan: “…” This meal cannot be eaten, it’s poisonous.
"Brother Wen, I got in your car because you said you would take me to see Chen Yang." Zhao Yuan said reasonably, "I haven't discussed the mission with him yet."
"I have found him. You have been sitting at his house. There is nothing much to say about the mission. We are not idiots. We have to rely on ourselves." Wen Qing picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on. He said excitedly, "Let's go downstairs! Let's go play in the snow!"
The corners of Zhao Yuan's mouth twitched uncontrollably: "We can't play. Although the snow is heavier than when we came here, the snow on the ground is not thick enough to make a snowman."
"Then let's take a walk." Wen Qing zipped up his coat, pulled up his thick bangs and put on a woolen hat, revealing his full forehead. His small eyes narrowed into a slit in a smile, and his obedient face was full of wisdom. "Walking in the snow is good for us to reflect. Time flies, and the year is about to end. What have I done this year? What did I do right? What did I do wrong? Will I be better next year than I am this year..."
Zhao Yuan looked at the black birthmark on Wen Qing's forehead, then at his light pink lips that kept opening and closing, and was stunned.
After reading it, Wen Qing made an invitation gesture, pretending to be a gentleman and elegant: "Campus Prince, let's discuss life?"
Zhao Yuan's hair flipped up to the ceiling, goodbye.
At around eight o'clock, Chen Yang came out of the room, pulling at the collar of his sweater to cover the dense kiss marks on his neck as he walked: "Where is he? Did he go home?"
The hot pot on the table had already gone cold, and Wen Qing and Zhao Yuan were nowhere to be seen.
"Downstairs." Chao Jian tore the packaging bag of milk tablets.
Chen Yang walked to the balcony and opened the glass window. Cold snowflakes flew all over his face. He reached out to wipe them away, but some flew away. He simply looked down through the white snow.
Wen Qing was lying in a spread-eagle position under the tree, and Zhao Yuan, the tool man, was standing beside him, hitting the branches with a stick.
The snow on the trees fell down, fluttering in the air for a while before covering Wen Qing completely. He laughed happily every time, like a playful child.
Chen Yang turned his head to look at Chao Jian beside him: "The memories of the tasker are all fake, right?"
"Everything without a second reset is real." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang blinked: "Has Wen Qing ever reset it?"
"No." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang turned his gaze back to the people laughing downstairs. He actually hoped that Wen Qing’s life experience was fake…
"In fact, given Wen Qing's situation, it is very easy for him to be exploited by the rules." Chen Yang said vaguely. Family, love and friendship are all materials. Although Wen Qing only occupies one of them, that one thing has created countless holes in his world. An illusion can make him suffer.
"Maybe he's immune to it." Chao Jian didn't care about Wen Qing's growth background, he just uttered a few words.
Chen Yang was stunned: "Immune."
People like Chao Jian are immune to tranquilizers because they have been injected too many times and their bodies have formed a barrier.
If the literary youth is immune to this, it means that he was exploited by the rules many times in his childhood, and gradually lost his emotional response, and most likely even regarded it as a kind of "fun".
Chen Yang closed the glass window to block out the wind and snow, his face and head were still wet. He took the milk tablets given by Chao Jian and put them into his mouth, sucking on the faint sweetness with the tip of his tongue.
His trouser leg was pulled by a force, and Chen Yang lowered his head to look at the little white dog. He suddenly remembered something, trotted back to the living room, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and dialed a number.
The phone rang for more than ten seconds before it was answered.
Without waiting for Wu Yu to speak, Chen Yang asked, "When will you be back?"
There was no sound on the phone. The milk tablet in Chen Yang's mouth was about to melt. He squatted down to touch the puppy. The day after Wu Yu woke up, she was discharged from the hospital and left Qingcheng. According to Uncle Wu, she is now working in Fucheng.
The phone was on the line the whole time and Wu Yu didn't say anything.
When Chen Yang's legs were numb from squatting, Wu Yu finally gave him an answer: "I'm not coming back."
“Then uncle and aunt…” Chen Yang grabbed the hand that Chao Jian extended to him and slowly stood up.
Wu Yu said: "I will be on a mission soon and won't be able to come out."
Chen Yang felt that his numb leg was like being poked by many fine needles, which was pricking painful. Once Wu Yu died, Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu would forget about her, and maybe she would be given a new son and daughter to form a new family.
"Where's 03?" Chen Yang said, "It was given to you by your partner."
There was silence on the other end for a moment, and then Wu Yu's calm voice rang out: "Whatever."
Wu Yu didn't hang up the phone, and Chen Yang held his breath.
A few seconds later, Wu Yu's voice came from the phone again. She called Chen Yang's nickname: "Zao Zao, if possible, find a home for it to live in for a longer time."
After a pause, Wu Yu smiled softly and said, "Good luck."
Didn't say goodbye.
Because we will never meet again.
A heavy feeling of melancholy surged into Chen Yang's heart. Wu Yu's current appearance reminded him of the little mute and Qiao Qiao. The sign of death is the loss of the will to live.
The phone hung up.
Chen Yang put down the hand holding the phone. His legs were no longer numb, but the tingling sensation did not disappear.
He had known long ago that there would be more and more people on this road, and then fewer and fewer. When he looked back at the end, he would see blood and lonely souls all along the way.
Chen Yang let out a long sigh. If Chao Jian hadn't been by his side, he would have been like Wu Yu, giving up hope and thinking about nothing.
Because it was not just Wu Yu, Chen Yang also knew that her intuition was not just intuition, multiple pieces of information revealed the truth. The real world was destroyed, everyone was gone, and the small family was gone. This was tantamount to fatal damage for those who wanted to go home.
Chen Yang closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, his eyes becoming sad yet determined: "Wu Yu entrusted 03 to me, and she hopes that I can find a good buyer for it."
Chao Jian looked at Chen Yang while biting the milk tablet, showing no sign of wanting to speak.
Chen Yang didn't expect Chao Jian to give any advice. He pursed his lips and said, "Let me think about it..."
The final level will come at any time. If he passes it, he can't come back. If he doesn't pass it, he can't come back either. Where to go for the puppy is a problem.
Chen Yang hesitated for a while and said, "Give it to Wen Qing. He likes 03 very much. What do you think?"
Chao Jian: "It's up to you."
"But he has Nini," Chen Yang said to himself, "What if Nini doesn't get along with 03? But except for Wen Qing, the others don't seem to be suitable. Xiangdong is a rough guy. He has done his best to take care of himself. The painter has severe mysophobia..."
Chen Yang kept on rambling, and between the lines he wrote were the melancholy and worries of an old father about to marry off his daughter.
Chao Jane kicked the puppy's toy fish away.
"Let's go with Wen Qing. I'll ask him later. If it's not convenient for him, I'll find someone else." Chen Yang found that Chao Jian was being cold to the puppy, and he asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Chao Jian frowned and looked at him: "Don't ask questions when you already know the answer, brother."
"I've raised 03 for half a year, and I have feelings for him." Chen Yang hooked his arm around Chao Jian's neck, "Okay, why are you jealous? Stop it. Let's go back and eat hotpot. I'm hungry."
"Have you grown taller again?" Chen Yang's arm was pulling with some effort. "Didn't you say that you had stopped growing?"
She bent down slightly to let Jian hold her arm around her: "I sometimes lie."
Chen Yang: “…”
Um
"You've really changed." Chen Yang returned to the living room, "You wouldn't have said this to me before you went to Germany."
Chao Jian kissed his ear: "It has changed, it hasn't changed."
I use drugs to control my violence, but I am still suspicious, possessive, neurotic, sensitive, paranoid... and I love you more than my life.
I hope you won't leave me, I promise I'll always have medicine in my pocket.
The hot pot started boiling again. Chen Yang put some baby cabbage in the pot when it started boiling. "Let's go downstairs later. This snow may be the first and last before the New Year."
Chao Jian scooped up a few quail eggs and put them in Chen Yang's bowl: "Aren't you tired?"
"No." Chen Yang said, "Are you tired?"
Before Chao Jian finished speaking, Chen Yang picked up a piece of mutton for him with his chopsticks: "Eat more."
"I'm not tired." Chao Jian's cheek twitched.
"I know." Chen Yang found some shrimp paste for him, "Eat more so you have the strength to work."
Chao Jian: "Are you alive?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked her, with a force that was neither light nor heavy, just like the little interest between husband and wife.
"That's all for now," Chen Yang put the colander aside, "Eat." He held his face with one hand, and his feet under the table touched Chao Jian again, "Why are you looking at me? Eat."
Chao Jian ate the food in the bowl silently.
When Chen Yang was picking up baby cabbage, his hand on the table was suddenly held. He looked at the person next to him in confusion.
"After we get out, we will remain like this now." Chao Jian lowered his eyes and held his slender and strong hand.
"No," Chen Yang said with a smile, facing Chao Jian's suddenly dark and panicked aura, "We will be better than now."
Unbinding the ID number and staying away from death will be a brand new beginning.
The irritability around Chao Jian disappeared without a trace.
Chen Yang blew on the tender white baby cabbage: "I should have expected it before entering the last level. My intuition is pretty good."
Chao Jian said calmly, "You need to sign up for the last level."
Chen Yang's mouth had already touched the baby cabbage. When he heard Chao Jian say this, he jumped up from his chair: "Sign up?"
"Go to the rehabilitation center?" He put the baby cabbage stuck in the air back into the bowl, and looked at Chao Jian with his hands on the edge of the table. "Didn't you say that after I died, you would go directly to the last level? You didn't sign up."
"You have to sign up. You can only enter if you pass. You will know when the time comes." Chao Jian pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "Sit down."
Chen Yang sat back, holding his forehead with his hand and muttering: "Then you should tell me in advance so that I can say goodbye to everyone."
The hot steam from the hot pot filled Chen Yang's eyes, making his eye sockets a little hot. A piece of baby cabbage was brought to him and he opened his mouth to eat it.
"Baby cabbage is not as delicious as imagined." Just as Chen Yang finished speaking, a piece of lettuce appeared next to his mouth.
Next, Chen Yang was responsible for opening his mouth and feeding Jian this and that until his belly was full.
Wen Qing did not go back to his house next door that night. He stayed at Chen Yang's place. Zhao Yuan did not go back either, and the two of them slept in the same room.
Wen Qing’s small suitcase contained his daily necessities, and the big suitcase was full of raincoats for Chen Yang.
Chen Yang stacked the raincoats in the closet, one box next to another, one layer next to another, just like love... Bullshit.
"Why do hipsters buy so much? They can't be eaten and they will expire. We definitely can't use them all." Chen Yang closed the closet door.
Chao Jian, who was leaning against the bed and counting the milk tablets, said, "I'll try my best."
Chen Yang: “…” He looked at the raincoats piled up like a mountain and said, “Kill me.”
In the next room, Zhao Yuan was sitting at his desk sending WeChat messages to his roommates, saying that he was at a friend's house and would not be returning to school tonight. He also asked them to take attendance for him if he returned late tomorrow morning.
His roommates kept calling him a dog.
-He didn’t even mention his girlfriend, but now he’s checking into a hotel.
- I'll tell you when I need your help to cover for me.
-Pooh!
Zhao Yuanfa voice message: My friend is a boy!
The group was silent for a minute or two, and then the three roommates sent messages one after another.
-Nothing more to say, brother, we support you.
-We support you.
-Support you.
Zhao Yuan slammed the phone down, what a psycho. He pulled at his neat short hair, and when he put his hand down, he casually opened a drawer.
What caught my eye was a small silver box.
This box is very common in movies and is considered standard equipment. The propeller in Zhao Yuan's mind started to turn automatically. He took out the box and asked, "Where is the person I want?"
Zhao Yuan lowered his voice and glanced to the left and back: "I have brought the people, but where is the goods I want?"
"The goods are here, give me the person." He changed back to his normal voice and knocked on the box with his hand.
"On the count of three, we'll hand over the goods and the people."
"One, two..."
Zhao Yuan just made a mouth shape when he heard a sound: "Bang!"
The simulated gunshot came from behind Zhao Yuan. He turned around to look at Wen Qing who had taken the lead.
Wen Qing blew on his fingertips and laughed wickedly and wildly: "You're kidding me, huh?"
Zhao Yuan: “…”
"Brother, I was wrong." He admitted his mistake immediately.
Wen Qing was very unhappy: "School Prince, the one who played half of the play, I will curse him to be cuckolded."
"Don't!" Zhao Yuan suddenly pointed his hand at him like a gun, "Bang, bang, bang."
Wen Qing covered his chest and took a few steps back in disbelief: "You..."
Zhao Yuan fired another shot.
Wen Qing didn't fall down yet, he continued to shake.
"Brother, that's enough. You've gone a little too far." Zhao Yuan suggested sincerely with a frown on his face.
"Is it over?" Wen Qing said in embarrassment, "I can't help it. I just took a shower. If I fall down, my pajamas will get dirty."
Zhao Yuan: “…” I’d better download a fun game. I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
When Zhao Yuan put the box back inside, he suddenly heard a crackling sound and turned his head in confusion.
The box was opened and there was something shiny on the ground.
"So many diamonds." Zhao Yuan stammered, "Wen, Brother Wen, come and see!"
"Oh no." Wen Qing kicked off his slippers and got on the bed. The interjection didn't match his behavior and he was not interested.
Zhao Yuan said, "The box was not locked. The diamonds must be fake."
Although he said this, he had another answer in his mind: these colorful diamonds of different sizes did not look fake.
"Fuck, what should I do, Brother Wen? Should I go call Chen Yang?" Zhao Yuan didn't dare to touch the diamonds. He was afraid that the sweat on his hands would dirty them.
Wen Qing said disdainfully: "Pick it up and put it back in the box, silly child."
Zhao Yuan hurriedly bent down to pick up the diamonds. It was the first time he saw real diamonds, and there were so many of them. God knows how much of an impact this had on his outlook on life.
Based on his understanding of Chen Yang and Chao Jian, the diamond must have been given to Chen Yang by Chao Jian.
It's a matter of life and death, but no one should get stained with dust. Zhao Yuan was really afraid of Chao Jian. That guy no longer needed a cane, and his condition seemed to be under control again. He looked much more amiable, but even more terrifying.
Think about it, a barking dog is scary, but how scary would it be if the barking dog suddenly stopped
Zhao Yuan was just making an analogy. Chao Jian is not a dog, but the king standing at the top of the food chain. It is better to avoid provoking him.
After a moment, Zhao Yuan pushed the drawer back. He wiped the sweat off his face in shock, and choked on his saliva when he turned his head. "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
"I'm used to sleeping naked." Wen Qing unbuttoned the last button of Little Star's pajamas.
"Bang—" Student Zhao Yuan slid off the chair and fell to the ground.
It snowed all night, and the next morning, Wen Qing ran downstairs and rolled a snowball as he wished.
Zhao·Toolman·Yuan turns the snowball into a snowman.
The puppy rolled around in the snow, its white fur almost blending into the snow.
Chen Yang was grabbing the snow on the bushes. He was not wearing gloves, his hands were frozen purple, and his nails were black.
A hand reached out from the side, and Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian's fair skin with envy: "A white complexion can hide three uglinesses."
Chao Jian: “…”
"Ayang, watch out!" The young man not far away threw a snowball over.
Chen Yang dodged and hit him back in a flash. The two started a snowball fight.
Such a relaxed and lively atmosphere was like a dream, and it was so short-lived that it was over in an instant.
When Chen Yang was tired from playing, Chao Jian carried him upstairs. Wen Qing lay next to a group of friends that Zhao Yuan had gathered for him. He opened his arms and made a gesture of hugging them, closing his eyes and smiling innocently.
"It's just a snowman, why are you so happy?" Zhao Yuan muttered, took out his cell phone to take a picture of the scene and sent it to Wen Qing.