Refraction

Chapter 14

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Hot pot is a very magical thing - anyone, anywhere, can eat it with a heart-warming heart.

Originally, Zheng Yi was already in a state of anxiety when he was sitting in this private garage illegally transformed into a "authentic Sichuan-style hot pot restaurant". The pavilion is not clean and tidy; the yellow gas lines are strewn along the wall, and there is a dangerous smell inside... Every detail arouses Zheng Yi's vigilance, but when the pot is opened and the chopsticks are moved, the fragrance overflows between the lips and teeth At that time, Zheng Yi's anxiety dissipated into the clouds with the steaming heat.

One was that the hot pot was so delicious that Zheng Yi ignored the dining environment; the other was due to the guilt that Zheng Yi felt in his heart from time to time.

This store was recommended by Chen Gong. If he was picky at this time, it would inevitably embarrass Chen Gong. In addition, although Chen Gong's mother passed away a long time ago, he may have calmed down emotionally. Going to apply for the cancellation of the household registration today will inevitably arouse a little sadness in him...

Zheng Yi also has a mentality of "giving up his life to accompany a gentleman", and based on the principle of "coaxing him to be happy", he is willing to be a qualified companion.

Zheng Yi seems to be happy and generous; in the final analysis, he is still a sentimental person.

Ever since he accidentally witnessed the candid video of Chen Gong being violated, Zheng Yi has developed some inexplicable sense of "responsibility", as if the mistake was made by him, and he no longer has the heart to be right and make things difficult for him. , and even a little want to "atone" and "pay back"...

Although Zheng Yi calmed down and knew that he had nothing to do with this matter - the correct way should be to "maintain a sense of boundaries" as Qiu Mang taught him, respect Chen Gong's secrets, and not touch Chen Gong's scars.

But Zheng Yi just couldn't quench the flames of worry in his heart.

While Chen Gong was eating, Zheng Yi secretly looked up at him.

Chen Gong lowered his head and feasted, and Zheng Yi met with the top of his head—the hair that stood up like a burr on weekdays was much more tame than usual because it was not picked up.

Zheng Yi lowered his head again and looked at the old dishes with peeling paint. He felt very uncomfortable: Chen Gong brought the "deliciousness" that he brought himself to eat, but in his eyes it was so dilapidated - people really live together. And there is a difference.

As a vested interest in the elite, Zheng has some sympathy for Chen Gong's suffering.

Although there is some empathy, there is no way to get rid of this depression due to empathy.

My inner emotions were surging, and in the end I could only use "eat a few more bites" to suppress it.

After eating, Chen Gong went to settle the bill, and it was only more than 70 yuan. Mr. Zheng secretly weighed in his heart: a cup of strong American coffee and a ham panini would be the same price; his own breakfast for one person could actually be exchanged for the two of them at the stall at the end of the alley.

The poor - ah no - Chen Gong really lives in a world with a completely different dimension from his own...

When they got back to the hotel, the two of them walked by, and Zheng Yi had no problem; just after the mouth addiction, his stomach was so bloated that he could just walk to digest it. The two walked quietly for five minutes, one after the other, and Zheng Yi felt that the atmosphere was a little uncomfortably silent, so he chased after a few steps, took out two cigarettes and gave one to Chen Gong, he was speechless. Words: "It's delicious..."

"Well." Chen Gong took the cigarette that Zheng Yi handed over, and reached out to touch the lighter in his trouser pocket: "Their home has been open for many years, and the location has never changed. It's an old reputation shop."

"Have you eaten before?"

"... smelled." Chen Gong said with a smile.

Zheng Yi didn't understand: "What do you mean by smelling it?"

Chen Gong lit a cigarette and took a sip: "When I was a child, only wealthy family members could afford restaurants—I heard people say that this restaurant is delicious, but our family couldn't afford it, so I never tried it; I sometimes passed by here after school. , you can smell it."

Zheng Yi couldn't help but sigh, "This is also called a 'restaurant'?" But he suddenly thought that saying that might hurt Chen Gong, and he paused before continuing the topic: "When was the first time you ate?"

"The first time... I grew up—when I was a sophomore. I found a job in my sophomore year, made some money, and saved a little treasury. During the winter vacation, I finally had a meal at this restaurant that I was thinking about." Chen His tone of attack seemed to be a little smug, like a high school student showing off a beautiful three-pointer he had just shot.

He talked about the past in a mocking and relaxed tone, but Zheng Yi's ears were a little worried.

Zheng Yi knew that the job Chen Gong was looking for at the time was what Qiu Mang once told himself - "singing in a bar"; it was also the job that caused Chen Gong to be finally violated.

Zheng Yi looked at Chen Gong—the man was now over his youth, with a broad back, as strong as a hundred poisons, and finally able to reach a reconciliation with the ugly darkness he had experienced with a smile. Zheng Yi looked at it for a long time, and felt that fate has a really hateful face: some people are positive and motivated, and they will always use a positive attitude full of energy to overcome the troubled life full of holes, but after all, they can't escape the deeper pit.

Zheng Yi walked in awe, choked heavily by the smoke, and the pungency he had just swallowed in his stomach turned up again, showing off his strength in his throat, making Zheng Yi choked to tears.

Chen Gong asked him, "Aren't you used to smoking?"

Zheng Yi smiled and said, "How can I do it? It's just too spicy - I still have it in my mouth..."

There are also injuries.

Chen Gong avoided Zheng Yi's eyes for a while, and after a while threw out a wordless "Isn't there a clear soup pot?"

Zheng Yi bumped Chen Gong lightly with his elbow: "Come on, all of you Sichuan people are crowding out clear soup - there is a cup-like small clear soup in the center of a whole red oil pan, so what's enough to cook in such a large and small area?"

Chen Gong smiled slightly and said, "Did you not eat well?"

"Very good, I like it - fresh."

"Fresh" in Zheng Yi's mouth is a Beijing dialect; it doesn't mean the ingredients are fresh, it means that the taste is "novel" to him.

Chen Gong was sluggish for a few seconds, but he didn't understand what he was thinking when he regained his senses. He just said quietly, "You sons like to try something new, but you will get tired of it after a meal."

Zheng nodded and said, "That's right. To be honest, I wouldn't dare to eat it a second time."

Chen Gong did not speak any more.

Walking back to the hotel, the two said a simple goodbye and went back to their own rooms.

After closing the door of the room, Chen Gong slowly breathed a sigh of relief - there are still lingering fears.

After encountering Zheng Yi's "straight-ball confession" in the afternoon, Chen Gong had actually thought carefully about how to respond to Zheng Yi's confession; he just couldn't understand it at 6 o'clock. Boldly calling Zheng Yi to eat hot pot is just abiding by the agreement, and by the way hinted to him, "I won't disgust you and reject you just because you confessed to me"...

Chen Gong hoped that the relationship between the two would get better, but he never thought about becoming "that kind"... The main reason was that it was too outrageous and too caught off guard: the incompatible old enemy suddenly confessed to himself - the dramatic conflict was almost perfect.

What was going on in the mind of a swinger like Zheng Yi, Chen Gong had no idea. But Chen Gong always felt that he was just a curious mentality for a while - he was tired of drinking the jade dew nectar, and he would also want to leave the hall downstairs to sip a few human fireworks.

Chen Gong felt that Zheng Yihe was too frivolous with his feelings, and scoffed at it.

But... what if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance... Zheng Yi is serious? So, would it be a bit too much to maliciously speculate on Zheng Yi's intentions unilaterally

Chen Gong pondered on this matter, and gradually felt annoyed.

The room next door was devastated, but Zheng Yi slept all over the place.

For Zheng Yi, "confession" is nothing more than an "emergency plan", and it is reasonable and logical to explain his various "weird behaviors". Encounter a problem, solve the problem, and then turn the page.

The flight was delayed last night, and I "lost" my documents, which delayed my check-in. Today, I went to the scenic spot for another day during the day; Zheng Yi came back after eating hot pot and burrowed into the bed, feeling full and falling asleep again. .

I didn't wake up until after 11 o'clock, and I was a little nauseous and dazed.

Lying on the bed, I was bored and scrolled through the Moments for a while, and just flipping through it a few times felt boring.

I want to get up and go out, go for a walk around the neighborhood and have some late-night snacks, but I'm too embarrassed to disturb Chen Gong - although the relationship has eased, it's not a friend's position...

Zheng Yi felt a little irritable and lit a cigarette.

When a man is bored, even the smoke ring in front of him can become "clear and beautiful" - looking at the smoke exhaled by himself in the air, it quickly goes out of the mouth for a certain distance, and then slows down or settles or rises, gradually. Wrapped around the outline of a sheep.

With his right hand occupied by the smoke, Zheng Yi stretched out his left hand to catch his "little sheep".

Looking back, his hands were empty.

With the dim yellow light, Zheng stretched his left palm into the air.

Looking at his palm, Zheng Yi recalled that when he was punished to stand holding hands that day, Chen Gong left him a right hand and used his left hand to hold him at that time.

… When they were held together for a long time, Chen Gong’s hands were covered with a thin layer of sweat, which made the palms of the two sticky; A little chill...

Zheng Yi has touched a few men's hands more or less in his life, and they all feel different from this man's touch - there are many calluses, rough and hot... uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Looking up at his left hand above his head like this, Zheng looked at it for a long time and felt bored again.

When I'm bored, I just want to find some happiness that a man can have at his fingertips.

Zheng Yi pressed out the cigarette and put his left hand into the bed. I closed my eyes and imagined, but the video appeared out of place in my mind—Chen Gong fell asleep, so he didn't know anything about being violated...

If he was awake at the time, with Chen Gong's personality, Zheng Yi guessed that he would definitely fight to the death...

What if the offender is not a greasy and disgusting big beer belly, but a strong and good-looking eight-pack? With Chen Gong's personality, Zheng Yi expected that he would overturn himself with one punch...

What if it's not a violation, but your love and my will

Come on.

A burst of cold air spewed out of his nose, and Zheng Yi himself was amused by his own thoughts.

11:43 pm.

Chen Gong glanced at the time, screened the resumes sent by Qiumang's email, and kept the two most suitable ones. After replying to Qiumang, "It's time for an interview," he put the computer in his bag. Suddenly, I felt the lights flickering.

Chen Gong raised his head to confirm that the chandelier was shaking.

-It must have been an earthquake.

Sure enough, the mobile phone immediately reported an earthquake somewhere in Sichuan—3.5 magnitude.

"It's so small, Chengdu can actually feel the earthquake..." Chen Gong exited the news app, opened the music software, found a list and played some music casually.

He took off his T-shirt and threw it on the bed, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Before the packaging of the disposable toothbrush could be opened, Chen Gong heard a knock on the door.

Chen Gong picked up the phone that was playing music by the pool, walked out and opened the door.

I saw Zheng Yi's face was pale, his trousers were crooked and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a strong and good-looking figure.

Chen Gong opened the door and noticed that Zheng Yi was holding two wet towels dripping with water: "What are you doing?"

Zheng shoved one of the towels into Chen Gong's hand, and took a long breath before he could speak smoothly: "Run! There's an earthquake!"

Chen Gong was stunned for a moment, then quickly threw the wet towel that Zheng Yi had stuffed on the ground, and hurriedly rubbed the water-soaked mobile phone on his shorts to "rescue."

He raised his eyebrows and scolded Zheng Dao: "Hapi! It's an earthquake, not a fire. What are you doing with a wet towel?"

Zheng Yi was demented for a long time: "Huh?"

Two seconds later, he regained his anxiety: "Ah—then run away!"

Chen Gong looked at Zheng Yi who was frightened by the 3.5-magnitude earthquake, and glanced at the wet towel that he had thrown away. He didn't know why... He, who has always acted indifferently, unexpectedly felt a little hot in his forehead this time.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry dears, I was busy revising the manuscript of "The Lie" a while ago, so I didn't update it... The revision of the manuscript is really dark, I thought I could catch up with the submission before the Spring Festival... The result is still Delayed... (No way, the author of obsessive-compulsive disorder... I am very strict with every detail... The editor + design estimates that I have already cut me 800 times... )

Next, the daily update will be resumed. Just stay home and squat with me to update the baby. Don't go out indiscriminately. During special times, pay attention to safety and be good!