When returning to the hotel room, Chen Gong called Zheng Yi.
Zheng knocked on the door ten minutes later: "I... walked around the neighborhood—what are you doing?"
Chen Gong sorted out the documents in his hand, turned to look at Zheng Yi, whose eyes were blurred, and did not answer Zheng Yi's question: "Sorry... I forgot to give you the room card."
Zheng Yi snorted: "It's okay..."
Zheng Yi has a lot of hearts—in fact, he has just opened a new room with his ID card—1206, which is next to Chen Gong’s room—and took a nap for more than half an hour before Chen Gong came back.
The reason why I continued to act in the play of "I can't open a house because I lost my ID card, so I had to borrow Chen Gong's room" was to give another chance to "verify whether Chen Gong has a heart-shaped birthmark on his left chest".
After verifying the result, he pretended to have found a hole in the side pocket of the suit, then dug out his ID card from the hole, and with a surprised and angry expression, he said, "So the ID card is here - ah, this brand. I'll never buy it again!"'s line - finish.
Perfect.
After reviewing the script again in his mind, Zheng Yi lay on the bed and stretched his back, "I'm really sleepy—Chen Gong, do you want to take a shower?"
Chen Gong stared at the document in his hand, but didn't hear Zheng Yi's words: "What?"
"I'm asking if you're going to take a bath..." Zheng Yi improvised: "Today, Kanjing ran for a long time and must be sweating..."
Chen Gong raised his arm and sniffed at himself: "If you think I have any taste, go and get a temporary ID card and open a room by yourself - four kilometers, it's too late."
Zheng Yi hurriedly defended: "No, no, it's mainly... I want to take a shower. I want to say... If you plan to use it first, you can use it first... I can wait and then wash it, it doesn't matter... "
When Chen Gong looked at Zheng Yi's defense, he seemed to have a somewhat pleasing expression on his face, and his heart suddenly "squeaked" - Zheng Yi is now living under the eaves of others, and his proud personality must not be uncomfortable... Wouldn't it be a bit too much to drive him away after misunderstanding what he meant
Chen Gong put the documents on his schoolbag, took out a can of beer from the small refrigerator in the hotel, and said, "Go wash first - go to bed after washing, it's 4:23 - I'll call you until 6:00... Go for hot pot…”
Zheng Yi himself made the script more and more complicated, so he had to bite the bullet and take off his clothes, wearing only shorts, touched the phone and walked to the bathroom.
When passing by Chen Gong, his eyes inadvertently glanced at his stack of documents, and Zheng Yi's eyes caught a few words.
I didn't care when I glanced at it. The characters were sorted and focused in my mind, and then Zheng Yi realized it - "Death Medical Certificate".
Like a series of cannons, Qiumang threw three messages:
- "What happened to Chen Gong?"
- "I saw him in a daze holding a "Medical Certificate of Death"!"
-"very scary!"
After that, Zheng Yi sat on the toilet and waited anxiously for Qiu Mang's reply.
Three minutes later, Qiumang returned two messages:
— "It should be the account cancellation procedure for his mother's death."
- "I've been ill for several years, and I haven't had anything this year. It's all about your pre-employment, so I haven't mentioned it to you."
Zheng Yi looked at Qiumang's two sentences, his forehead became hot for no reason, he was stunned for a long time before replying to Qiumang: Why didn't you say it earlier...
Qiumang: There is no need to mention the personal affairs of colleagues.
Zheng Yi: So what should we do now
Qiumang: What should I do
Zheng Yi: Nothing...
Qiumang: Don't add drama, Zheng Yi, I can tell you! This kind of thing is someone's private matter, you are not even a friend of Chen Gong, you have no position to care, don't talk too much, remember to respect other people's sense of boundaries!
Zheng Yi: Well, I know.
After returning to Qiu's "instruction", Zheng Yi heard Chen Gong's movement outside, as if he was sorting his luggage, as if he was fiddling with something... Zheng Yi didn't know what was wrong, but he was a little uncomfortable. It's a little uncomfortable and a little bit up.
After thinking about it, he replied to Qiumang: I only now know why he keeps telling me 'don't you fucking talk to me'...
Qiumang: …
Qiumang: Even if other people's mothers are still alive, you should correct this bad habit!
Zheng Yi: This is the change! [Wronged]
Qiumang: All right—didn't some people sue that Chen Gong used a businessman to do personal affairs? - That's what he's going to do.
Zheng Yi: Sister, I was just kidding...
Zheng Yi: Hey... I suddenly wanted to go out and hug him.
Zheng Yi: But you're right, I don't fucking have that position.
Zheng Yi: ! ... I don't have that position.
Qiumang: … [sweating]
Qiumang: Huh? !
Zheng Yi: What's wrong
Qiumang: I said, do you like my senior
Zheng Yi: ? ?
Zheng Yi: I just feel sorry for him. He and I have always been at odds with each other, and it's not like you can't see!
Qiumang: Fire and water are incompatible - that is to hate each other from the bottom of my heart!
Qiumang: I feel that you are showing up again and again all day long, clearly just wanting to show your presence in front of Chen Gong! [doge]
Zheng Yi: ? ?
Qiumang: When the noble man who is used to being a fan of people, suddenly encounters such a master who refuses to pay attention to you, it arouses your attention and makes you want to attack him uncontrollably—right
Zheng Yi: What a mess!
Qiumang: That's how it's written in the novels!
Zheng Yi: [Angry] [Angry] [Angry] Watch less junk literature!
Here, Chen Gong sorted out the documents, put them in the trolley case, and carefully counted the luggage back to Beijing tomorrow.
After finishing the trivial matters, Chen Gong sat on the sofa and inadvertently saw the bathroom when he turned his head to the side. The frosted glass partition was filled with goose-yellow lights, and the blurred Zheng Yi was rubbing his hair under the shower. Although he couldn't see clearly, his body proportions Nice, very much like a model.
Chen Gong looked at him and wanted to laugh—a proud person like Zheng Yi, if he knew that his old enemy was watching him make foam on his body, he even rubbed a few... Although it was only a blurred silhouette, it is expected that the eldest son of Zheng would think There is a heart to die.
If the relationship between the two is good friends, he must be secretly taking pictures with his mobile phone at this moment, and then save it in the mobile phone-in the future, every time Zheng Yi commits a cheap act, he will turn it out and threaten him-"Some people think about the video of Mr. Zheng's hair-washing eggs. Do you see?" - Don't even think about it, Zheng Yi will be discouraged and hurriedly begged for mercy.
Chen Gong thought about it, he thought it was funny at first, but suddenly he remembered the sentence - "... I can really hook him, I can't eat this handsome and beautiful idiot - then I will secretly leave an 'intimate video'. Yes, it will be a bit of a catch in the future."
As soon as this sentence came to an end, another sentence came to mind again - "Originally Zheng Yi had a date today, but because he was thinking about his work, he returned to the company to work overtime after the appointment after 10 o'clock - so you don't remember him. The credit should also be remembered for his hard work..."
Chen Gong couldn't laugh anymore.
Turning his head to look at the toilet partition again - Zheng Yi seems to have almost slipped the shower in his hand out, hurriedly picked it up, but was attacked by the water jet - like a fool.
This fool should have no idea how unbearable his beloved lamb is to him behind his back... Not to mention that the appointment he eagerly went to that day was actually a fire pit...
Although Chen Gong also tried to use the pretext of work to block Zheng Yi's appointment through Qiumang's mouth - but in the end, he still went to the appointment.
He warmed his forehead with a simple yet ardent love, and walked into the fire pit unsuspectingly.
Chen Gong looked at the silhouette of Zheng Yi taking a shower, and felt overwhelming guilt.
- If he was burned by flames in the pit... Chen Gong, you were the other half of the hand that pushed him down.
As if frightened by something, Chen Gong suddenly stood up from the sofa.
Standing up but there was nothing to do, Chen Gong walked over to the table and took a few more sips of the beer he had just opened. He picked up Zheng Yi's suit that he had taken off the bed, and hung it on the hanger; then the bed was vacant. - After Zheng Yi takes a bath, he can make up for a good night's sleep, and then go to eat hot pot together in the evening... I haven't eaten hot pot in my hometown for a long time.
After doing all this, Chen Gong sat back on the sofa again. Just as he was about to squint for a while, his eyes were suddenly drawn to the two cards scattered on the bed - it should be something that fell out of Zheng Yi's suit jacket. Get up, in case it matters...
When Zheng Yi came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, Chen Gong was sitting on the sofa with his feet crossed and smoking.
The door was open—probably to get rid of the smell of smoke.
"Do you still have cigarettes?—mine is gone."
Chen Gong pointed to the table with his chin: "Take it yourself—"
Zheng Yi let out an "um" and continued to wipe his hair and walked towards the table: "Are you going to take a shower?"
Chen Gong ignored him, his eyes fell outside the window, and smoke rings were blowing from his mouth.
Without getting a reply, Zheng Yi glanced at Chen Gong, wondering why this person was suddenly so low-pressure. When he returned to take the cigarette, Zheng Yicai saw two cards on the table - neatly arranged.
As soon as I got out of the shower, my back broke out in a cold sweat. Zheng Yi's mind was spinning at a high speed for a while - run away or stay in place? Where are you going to escape? Are manned spacecraft open to selling tickets to civilians? If you can't escape, how can you explain this? Can you really beat Chen Gong
Yu Guangli Chen Gong stood up.
Zheng Yi felt that his calf was a little weak, and the thousands of thoughts in his mind also crashed into the car with a "bang", and his brain immediately shut down.
The light in the room was not turned on, and the light from the window poured in from behind Chen Gong, and outlined Chen Gong's body with a golden border, but he left his face black and ignored...
Zheng Yi glanced at Chen Gong secretly - he put out the cigarette and asked here, "What do you want?"
Zheng Yi's brain failed to restart: "I..."
"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
Zheng Yi's brain restarted and continued to fail: "No..."
Chen Gong looked at Zheng Yi - his movement of wiping his hair stagnated, and the whole person seemed to be powered off.
Looking over Zheng Yi's shoulder - the door was not closed, and the cleaning aunt who was cleaning up the opposite room looked over.
Chen Gong didn't have the strength to control her, and turned his gaze back to Zheng Yi's face again: "What are you trying to do by lying to me? Is it cool to sleep with Lao Tzu?"
Zheng Yi's mind is completely on strike - there is no reasonable explanation for the current situation.
After taking a few breaths, Zheng Yi raised his hand to signal Chen Gongxian to calm down: "I really didn't want to do anything, I didn't want to mess with you, I didn't want to mess with you, and it would be awkward to sleep with you - don't be angry, the ID card is I just found…”
"You have already opened your own room and you still come to me to take a bath?! You have not asked me if I want to take a bath?! What tricks are you playing? Director Zheng, tell me clearly, okay? !"
Zheng Yi looked at Chen Gong who was approaching.
The closer he got, the more Zheng Yi felt that he could see the chill in Chen Gong's eyes more clearly.
The chill made Zheng Yi panic a little.
Zheng Yi understood: Chen Gong went through the cancellation procedures for his only relative's household registration in the world alone in the afternoon. From now on, at least in the legal sense, Chen Gong is completely alone... Although it is not obvious from Chen Gong's face , but Zheng Yi knew that this juncture was probably the time when Chen Gong was most vulnerable...
But at this juncture, he didn't have the position to help him share his emotions, and he was still doing such a bunch of nonsense next to him.
But Zheng Yi felt that he died on the spot today, and he couldn't say the words "I want to verify whether you are what I guessed—the victim of the assault"—but otherwise, Zheng Yi didn't know what else to say. what.
The more you think about it, the more you can't think of it, and the more you can't think of it, the more urgent it becomes.
Zheng Yi felt that the fuse in his head blew a large piece, and his forehead became hot: "In the end, it's not because you are not happy with Laozi?! In the end, aren't you convinced that Laozi is always pressing on you?!"
Chen Gong sneered, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth: "You just said that you lied to me for what you wanted to do... Don't talk about anything else."
"I..." Zheng Yi suppressed his temper and tried to explain, but he couldn't think of an excuse. In line of sight, Chen Gong in front of him overlapped with the fainted man in the image. The T-shirt disappeared, revealing his left chest—a heart-shaped birthmark was there...
Zheng Yi shook his head and waved away his messy fantasies. He only felt that his forehead was so hot that it hurt. In his heart, he just thought: "Okay, I'll admit it. I'll give in this time. I'm really tired... I'm not a bad guy, so are you." He's really a good person, if we didn't fight tit for tat at the beginning... If we were brothers, let alone brothers, just friends, even colleagues, why would we go to the point where we can't explain it like this
Chen Gong listened to Zheng Yi stuttering, turned on the lighter, tilted his head and sucked the cigarette holder, and glanced at Zheng Yi.
Zheng looked here, his eyes exhausted: "I originally wanted to see your milk..."
The flame went out with a puff, making Chen Gong tremble: "What did you say?"
Zheng Yi's eyes lit up, as if he suddenly gained confidence: "Chen Gong, I want to show you, I want to sleep with you, I want to fuck you, I like you!"
Qiumang's "Ghost Talk" just now provided inspiration, and it can be explained now - Zheng Yixiang.
It was probably because it was squeezed in his pocket, and Chen Gong's cigarette was broken in half.
The author has something to say: — Little Theater
Ajay: "Who just said 'junk literature'?"
Zheng Yi: "..."
Chen Gong: "Deserving it! Dad, beat his dad and write him to death!"
Zheng Yi: "..."
—Small Theater 2
The cleaning aunt who vaguely heard a little conversation came over and closed the door: "Oh, guys, don't make a noise, discuss this kind of thing well - it's the same for whoever gets on and who gets off, refill!"
Chen Gong: "?"
Zheng Yi: "?"
—Small Theater 3
So this is my second double update... So if there is no update one day, you should give me a vacation...