Zheng Yi sighed in relief when he saw Chen Gong being fooled by him.
Chen Gong did not speak, and silently lit a cigarette. Zheng Yi saw Chen Gong's embarrassing emotions by pretending to be calm: "Chen Gong—" Zheng Yi suddenly called him his name in a bad way, trying to force him to look at him: "You Do you feel disgusted? It’s okay to be remembered by a man, or to be remembered by me, the person you most disgust, you are particularly uncomfortable, aren’t you?”
Chen Gong smoked a cigarette and did not speak, his eyes only followed Zheng for a second and then moved to other places.
"But you're handsome and talented, and it makes people think... you're strong enough!" Zheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "--so I'm in love with you--I revealed today that my mind is that I'm stupid, and the drama is too much If you don't act well... You don't have to be burdened and don't answer me, just pretend it didn't happen; as for me, I'll just treat myself as brokenhearted, and I won't harass you again in the future - but since I've said it, then I beg you not to do it again Quarrel with me... People who can toss like me are tired, aren't you tired?"
Chen Gong continued to smoke without speaking.
Zheng Yi didn't intend to take any responsibility for the temporary excuses.
Saying "I like you" won't lose a piece of meat, and being scolded by Chen Gong for "disgusting", he should not be entangled in the issue of "why did you lie to me to live in my room".
Zheng Yi walked past Chen Gong, took off his suit from the hanger, and scribbled away his suitcase.
Chen Gong was reclining on the table over there smoking a cigarette - Zheng Yi didn't know what he was thinking.
In fact, he didn't need to know what he was thinking; anyway, it would take him a while to digest such a thunder as it was thrown on the ground.
After packing up, Zheng Yi took the suitcase out of 1205, and when he turned around, Chen Gong smashed something over.
Zheng Yi turned his head, it was the few cheap cigarettes left in the pack.
When picking it up, Chen Gong said coldly, "Let's make do with smoking", Zheng nodded, put the tattered cigarette case in his hand and went back to the next door.
After returning to the room, Zheng Yicai felt frightened, as if he had escaped from the bloody mouth of a beast.
——Even though the room card and ID card were both stuffed into the hole in the back pocket, how could it fall out of the suit
Zheng Yi threw away his suitcase and flipped over his suit to check: this time, the hem of the clothes was directly off the thread.
Zheng Yi thinks it's really absurd - has the century-old brand been reduced to such a fucking quality now? Just feeling the heat on his forehead, Zheng Yi threw his coat on the ground and stepped on it a few more times.
Not venting his anger after stepping on it, he picked it up and threw it again.
The suit jacket lay lazily on the ground in a "you can't help me" gesture without pain or itching, and a thread swayed leisurely in the air for a long time before slowly landing on the ground.
Zheng Yi was so angry with a suit that he couldn't breathe, and Dangkong threw his fist for a while and then slammed the wall heavily.
- Nothing happened except the pain in the hand.
Zheng Yi lay down on the bed, took off his socks and trousers with a sad face, while reflecting on himself, and gradually felt that what Qiu Mang said was true—he was a lot of drama, and he wouldn't have a sense of boundary with others, and he would have nothing to do with others without authorization. Meaningless curiosity and meaningless pity.
Zheng Yi felt that in the final analysis, he was a fool at home.
In fact, Qiu Mang said this is not only true - Zheng Yi thought about it for a while, and felt that he really wanted to brush his presence in front of Chen Gong; People who have no interest are not convinced - they really become the hero of "rubbish literature".
When he "confessed" to Chen Gong just now, Zheng Yi listed three points that he recognized for Chen Gong: first, handsome, second, talented, and third, "enough energy"; this is also the truth.
"Handsome": To tell the truth, Chen Gong is not a standard handsome guy - one eyelid has dead fish eyes, and everyone seems to be "hatred"; the corners of his mouth are curled up every day, and he looks like a world-weary scumbag; There is also the scene of the sexy little hump of the bridge of the nose, supporting the whole face; plus the clean and tough temporal line, cheekbones and mandibular angle - in the eyes of a photographer like Zheng Yi, the face is simply "for the fight" Light is born" artwork.
Let's talk about "talented": Before he was ready to join HALO, Zheng Yi asked about his interviewer Chen Gong, and found his personal homepage on the social networking site. He doesn't talk much, but his photography level and aesthetic taste are very personal. .
As for "enough strength" - this word is a northern dialect - Zheng Yi is too lazy to care whether Chen Gong understands it or not, it is probably... similar to "upper". Chen Gong can always make himself up, every word and deed, every move, and he is always staring at him. A butterfly in the Amazon basin can turn into a tornado in Texas with a single flap of its wings; Chen Gong can make Zheng Yi rage at the Vision Department by letting him work overtime.
Zheng and Chen Gong have a good impression of them, but not that kind of feeling—Zheng Yi's dish is the tender and delicate lamb on the Qingqing grassland, not the rude and rude old bison on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Zheng Yi couldn't figure out why Chen Gong didn't take himself so seriously. But now Zheng Yi is also quite relieved - at his rank, he has only acted in a play and accidents have occurred frequently - Chen Gong should not take himself seriously.
Zheng Yi couldn't help laughing when he thought of this, feeling that he was quite boring - he only hated one person, but he hated him so much that his mind was full. Roughly counting his thoughts on this person, it is reasonable and reasonable for Qiumang to misunderstand him, "Do you like my senior?"
The phone rang with a "ding--" and Zheng Yi touched it: [Hang Lv Zongheng] reminded that online check-in is available for the flight back to Beijing tomorrow.
Picking a random seat near the corridor, Zheng Yi switched off his phone and fell asleep.
At 6:05, Zheng Yi was woken up by a knock on the door.
He landed on the ground top-heavy, opened a crack in the door, and it turned out to be Chen Gong.
Zheng Yi was taken aback.
Chen Gong stood at the door, glanced at Zheng Yi, and said lightly, "Do you still eat hot pot? - It's 6 o'clock."
Zheng Yi was actually a little flattered - I thought this hot pot meal was unsuspectingly yellow.
To be precise—I thought that my relationship with Chen Gong was completely yellow; I was even thinking about whether to communicate with Lao Wang to change departments.
It can be said that Chen Gong has given himself a step... It seems that Chen Gong has reached a tacit consensus with himself - he will not quarrel in the future.
Zheng Yi was stunned for two seconds before quickly nodded and said, "Eat—then wait for me to put on some pants first."
They walked to the elevator one after another, not knowing what to say. When they waited for the elevator, the two stood there dryly; after entering the elevator, there was no one around, so they each played with their mobile phones; After the elevator, Chen Gong walked in front, Zheng Yi followed behind, glanced at Chen Gong's back, Zheng Yi felt that it was not a problem to be so embarrassed, and followed a few steps: "Where to eat?"
Chen Gong asked, "Are you afraid that the fly pavilion will be dirty?"
Zheng Yi said, "Don't be afraid."
Chen Gong said: "I used to go to a home where it was very cheap - I just don't know if I can't drive it, so let's have a look?"
Zheng nodded: "Okay."
The two stopped talking again, and walked around the brightly lit streets and alleys one after the other.
When Zheng Yi was a little embarrassed, he finally reached his destination—the hot pot restaurant opened in a renovated private garage, which could only accommodate three or four tables.
The proprietress knew Chen Gong and greeted him, "Are you back?"
"Well, come back for a business trip."
"What is the bottom of the pot, the old way?"
Chen Gong smiled and said, "Mandarin duck pot - my friend can't eat spicy food."
The word "friend" made Zheng Yi startled again, inexplicably a little ashamed, as if he had been taken advantage of.
The proprietress glanced at Zheng Yi, "I want to."
They sat down at the table, and the two remained silent.
The air was unbridled with the smell of chili oil, and other than that, it was full of "embarrassment".
Zheng Yi felt that he had nowhere to put his hands, so he felt in his pocket and planned to take out the small half-pack of cigarettes that Chen Gong had given him. He took out half of the cigarettes and stuffed them back. He got up and said to Chen Gong, "There is a convenience store next door. I'm going to buy cigarettes, can I bring you?"
Chen Gong raised his eyes: "Bring a 10-yuan Ziyun bag."
The proprietress brought the pot: "It's 11 - you're also promising, why don't you allow Ziyun to increase the price?"
Chen Gong smiled at the proprietress again, and said, "Most of the teeth, it hasn't changed."
The proprietress filled the pot with hot water, looked at Zheng Yi and asked Chen Gong, "Is this your little brother? Young and handsome."
The smile on Chen Gong's face faded a bit, and before he could speak, Zheng nodded and took over the boss's words: "Yes, he is below him."
The proprietress smiled honestly, and replied to Zheng Yi in broken Mandarin: "Work hard, get along with Xiao Chen, there is a future!"
Zheng Yi nodded again and again, imitating the Sichuan dialect and replying to her, "I want to ask," which made the proprietress laugh.
The proprietress was smiling, but Chen Gong looked at the phone with an indifferent face.
Zheng Yi came back from the convenience store with two boxes of Ziyun in his hand, and pushed a box over to the table.
Chen Gong glanced at it, sipped the beer and glanced at Zheng Yi: "You also smoke Ziyun? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable if you didn't smoke a big cigar?"
Zheng Yi sneered: "Don't make fun of me - I can do whatever you want, as long as I'm strong enough."
Chen Gong closed his mouth and did not answer. Maybe it was the beer on top, and the face was a little red.
It is different from the hot pot eaten in Beijing - the Yuanyang Hotpot in Chengdu is surrounded by a piece of spicy soup, with a small hole the size of a fist in the center.
The ingredients are also messy intestines and stomachs—Zheng Yi, a pure-blooded northerner, looked at Chen Gong’s order and didn’t dare to eat it, and he didn’t dare to say it.
Zheng Yi felt like he was being run on, but his stomach rumbled at the right time.
-hungry. Zheng first pressed the butt of the cigarette in his hand, took a bit of it from the pot and put it in the bowl. He looked around again and called the proprietress: "Auntie, do you have sesame sauce?"
"Mahjong?" Auntie stopped her busy work and pointed in a direction: "Go over there, there is a teahouse where you can play mahjong."
Zheng Yi listened to the fog, but Chen Gong laughed "puchi".
Zheng Yi turned to look at Chen Gong—his eyes passed behind him and explained to the proprietress, "He wants sesame sauce... not mahjong."
The lady boss laughed.
It was only when Zheng Yi also understood that he realized that it was a joke.
Chen Gong's sitting posture is not very upright, and it is different from what he saw in the office in the past - the table is a bit low, Chen Gong is bent over with his legs open, and he is sweating profusely. While eating, there was still a smile on the corners of his mouth - Zheng Yi thought it was novel.
Novelty for a moment and then feel very sad.
Who would want to live with a straight face every day, but it is only dragged down by suffering.
Following Chen Gong's example, Zheng Yi added green onions and garlic to the bowl and poured sesame oil.
After dipping in the oil, it was put into the mouth - the spicy taste choked off the fishy smell, and it was interesting to bite into the mouth.
Chen Gong suddenly spoke up: "Where's your lamb—Yang... Yi?"
Although the ambiguity between Zheng Yi and Yang Yi is not high-profile, it has never been hidden, so the people in HALO basically know about the two of them - here I have just "confessed" to Chen Gong, and when I mention Xiaoyang, I can't say " The two of us are still flirting in the afternoon"... Zheng Yi chewed what was in his mouth, avoided Chen Gong's eyes, and said vaguely, "Something happened..."
Chen Gong seemed to be stunned after hearing this, and said, "It's okay."
Zheng Yi thought that nothing could be wrong, so he stretched his chopsticks into the pot to dig again, and asked in a low voice, "Are you mad at me?"
Chen Gong didn't look at Zheng Yi, and replied, "I can understand... I also liked others - when I was young, I was ignorant, and I blocked others and stuck with them, which terrified them."
When Zheng Yi heard that Chen Gong was also at an emotional age, he became enthusiastic: "Tell me about it specifically?"
"There's not much to talk about..." Chen Gong sneered: "... Later, I caught up, and I was sentenced on and off for seven years, and finally broke up."
"Why?" The guy who just "confessed" didn't mean to be jealous at all, and looked at Chen Gong curiously.
Chen Gong lowered his head and looked at the bowl: "If you think I'm a 'Phoenix Man', you look down on me..."
Zheng Yi shook his head and said, "That's because she has no eyesight—what is 'Phoenix Man'?"
Chen Gong said: "I don't know - it is said that it has become a phoenix by flying on the branches, but it is still a little wild duck in essence."
"How can you - if you are Brother Duck, I will cover your performance alone!" As soon as he relaxed and talked, he resumed his usual flow, but Chen Gong glared at it, and Zheng Yi was persuaded again, and quickly returned to the topic: "Then It's her blindness—how good can she be?"
Chen Gong said: "People are very good."
Guess it's over, right? ... Zheng nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, infatuated man—and speak for her!"
Chen Gong took a sip of his beer and didn't answer.
Zheng Yi asked, "Is it beautiful?"
"pretty… "
"A colleague?"
Chen Gong thought about it - the modeling circle and the photography circle are half peers: "Well."
Zheng Yi pouted: "If you're done, don't think about her anymore! You're all fascinated by the handsome and rich eldest son - you will use this to brag to her in the future!"
Chen Gong glanced at Zheng Yi: "I'm going to brag about this - what about your reputation?"
Zheng Yi raised his eyebrows and shrugged: "Whatever—Young Master Zheng has always been romantic, so are you afraid of being told?"
You don't care, you don't care about anything - that's why you're being ripped off by someone like that. Chen Gong glanced at Zheng Yi, who was fighting the smooth duck blood clot like a fool.
Looking at this fool, Chen Gong remembered Yang Yi's words again, took out a cigarette and lit it: "You should be more careful, don't trust others so easily in the future - if you say you use it in my bathroom, you won't be afraid that I will be in the bathroom today. Install a camera to take pictures of you secretly, and then use it to deceive you, the eldest son of gold?"
After saying this, Chen Gong observed that Zheng Yi's expression changed subtly.
Zheng Yi's face couldn't hold back a slap in the face, and a storm surged in his heart in an instant: Chen Gong said this is what happened to him - if he hadn't personally experienced the incident of being violated and photographed secretly, it would be normal. How could one possibly know how to beware of such a bizarre thing...
Zheng Yi's heart was sour, the pepper choked in his throat, he coughed for a long time, touched Chen Gong's beer and took a few gulps before he could breathe.
Can't reveal the information "I already know that you were secretly photographed", and thought about Zheng Yiyi so that he could put the case on himself: "If this happens to me, what do you think I should do?"
- Zheng Yi wants to know if Chen Gong is relieved of his experience of being violated, and whether it has left a psychological shadow.
After asking this sentence, Zheng Yi observed that Chen Gong's expression changed subtly.
Chen Gong frowned and clenched his teeth, and his heart suddenly surged: The day when Zheng Yi was seduced by Yang Yi to the hotel, he couldn't stop him... Now Zheng Yi vaguely told himself that there was an accident with Yang Yi. "- That means that Yang Yi may have already started blackmailing Zheng Yi.
In an instant, Chen Gong's guilt swept through the sky again, his nose was sore and he didn't dare to look into the eyes of the fool opposite, Chen Gong lowered his head and smoked, and it took a long time to say: "I don't think you did anything wrong, It's the one who took the candid photo at fault - don't be afraid."
After Chen Gong finished speaking, Zheng Yi said "um".
Zheng Yi felt a sense of redemption - although Chen Gong was indeed the victim in that video, but... Now that he can say these words, it shows that he has at least come out of that shadow. Zheng Yi was a little relieved, but another kind of worry emerged in an instant: he was so difficult, he encountered so many ups and downs, yet he still managed to survive... What a man of strength.
Chen Gong also made a "hmm".
Chen Gong hopes that these words can comfort him to some extent - although he looks like Ma Daha, he is actually suffering some dark and ugly torture behind his back... More than sympathy, it is actually guilt; he can obviously prevent all this, although Later, I also tried to do it, but in a sense, I was still a little guy who just stood by... But Chen Gong felt helpless. Will Zheng Yi believe it
The atmosphere returned to a state of speechlessness.
But this time, neither of the two parties felt embarrassed, and they were busy thinking in their hearts: I'll stop here—after this conversation, I won't mention his... wounds.
The author has something to say: The babies have been waiting for a long time... They are thicker, so they take a long time... (?? What nonsense)...