Every northerner who has not experienced an earthquake is actually very easily frightened by this kind of earthquake.
Chen Gong can also understand this.
It took a long while to calm Zheng Yi's emotions, but the guy still stayed in front of the door and didn't want to go back to his room.
I caught up with two little girls who came out of the elevator, blushing and looking at them all the time - two men, one in shorts and the other in disheveled clothes, this scene can't be explained without provoking a few more glances.
After thinking about it, Chen Gong still let Zheng Yi in, he closed the door and put a T-shirt on his body and told Zheng Yi: "If you're afraid, you can sit in my room for a while, at most a quarter of an hour - I'm going to sleep. "
After explaining, I went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Zheng Yiyu was not shocked, he nodded obediently and sat down beside the bed first.
Just less than half a minute after sitting, my butt bounced off the bed again: "Ah, I ran in a hurry, I forgot to take my phone!"
Chen Gong brushed his teeth: "Then why don't you go back?"
"But... how about another shock?"
"Not anymore."
"It really won't work, and Chengdu is not in the earthquake zone."
"Really?"
"real."
"Can I stay with you for a while?"
Chen Gong felt that Zheng Yi was a little difficult to deal with, but after thinking about it, he said, "Okay, then you can get your phone."
Zheng Yi thought for a while: "Well."
After walking out of the door and turning back, Zheng Yi probed into the bathroom: "Then if the space where I'm holding my phone vibrates again, run away quickly, don't wait for me!"
Chen Gong couldn't help laughing out loud.
Zheng Yi was so angry that he said "tsk": "Why are you so skinny!"
Chen Gong felt that the frightened Zheng Yi was like a child, a little funny. Thinking back to his cowardly appearance, he laughed for a long time, but he couldn't stop laughing - just because he was like a child, he was not prepared for anything.
If it wasn't for being overly careless, Zheng Yi wouldn't have been secretly recording some video by Yang Yi as a handle, and he wouldn't have made himself, a passerby who was "unfortunately" involved in the incident, now full of guilt.
Because of his guilt, Zheng Yi was a bit naughty and difficult, and Chen Gong also subconsciously tolerated him.
Zheng Yi went back to his room to look for his mobile phone, as if he was making a big noise in the East China Sea—because he was next door, Chen Gong could hear it clearly.
After a while, the guy came over with his suitcase and backpack.
Chen Gong just finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, and came out of the bathroom to see Zheng Yi carrying his luggage into the room: "What do you want to do? I'm just asking you to sit for a while, not to let you stay."
"Oops, I'm not staying! I'll... take it! What if there is another earthquake while I'm in your room?"
Chen Gong felt a little weak in his heart, and sat back on the bed to charge his mobile phone: "If you really want an earthquake, you can't bring so many things. Put your mobile phone and ID card in your pocket, and leave everything else behind, understand?"
Zheng nodded and frowned again: "That's really not shocking, right?"
Chen Gong thought to himself that I wasn't the land master, but after thinking about it, he still said, "No, don't worry, this is my site.
Zheng Yi was appeased after this. He frowned and sat on the sofa worriedly, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked out the window. The people flowing on the street in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, seem to be generally immune to the earthquake event of talent.
- Are you really being too arrogant
Chen Gong sat on the head of the bed over there looking at his mobile phone, while Zheng Yi himself sat on the single sofa by the window and smoked.
The room was exceptionally quiet.
After clearing his throat, Zheng Yi tried to break the dull atmosphere, but Chen Gong looked at the phone attentively and was not distracted by the noise he deliberately made. Zheng Yi peeked at Chen Gong. He was wearing a simple gray T-shirt and soft shorts, leaning on the head of the bed and looking at his phone intently.
-quite handsome.
There was a sudden "boom" in Zheng Yi's head, and he sat up straight.
- When you just knocked on Chen Gong's door, did you see Chen Gong shirtless
-Yes.
—Peach Heart Birthmark…
- I forgot to read it again...
"Fuck..." Zheng scolded himself in a low voice, lowered his head and took a sharp breath.
Of course, there is still no way to give up - although there is no need to scrutinize this matter, after all, whether it happened or not has nothing to do with him... But Zheng Yi is really difficult to let his curiosity die.
- It is to feel sorry for him, inexplicably feel sorry for him; coupled with the guilt that has arisen from reflecting on his previous run against him, this distress has been spawned a hundred times a thousand times.
Zheng Yi felt that his nose was sore again, and his forehead was also a little hot, so he threw out a sentence without thinking: "If only we could meet sooner..."
Only then did Chen Gong withdraw his consciousness from the screen of his mobile phone, and turned his head towards this side: "What?"
"I said we would have met sooner..." Zheng Yixiang leaned back on the sofa: "Before August this year?—Before entering the company. We don't need to be a front or a deputy, a top or a bottom. , the trouble is so unpleasant."
After Zheng Yi finished speaking, he also looked at Chen Gong. The moment before his eyes met, Chen Gong lowered his head and refused to look at each other.
Chen Gong hated this kind of sensational moment, avoiding Zheng Yi's eyes and responding with a laugh that he couldn't figure out whether to snort or self-deprecating.
Zheng Yi's personality is frank and straightforward, and he continued: "It's okay to be a little earlier - in college... If we can meet in college, you too..." Zheng Yi paused for a while, and continued, "... You don't have to be this stubborn personality."
Chen Gong was ridiculed, but he was not angry: "I have this personality in college."
"I heard Qiu Mang say that you were much gentler at the beginning of college than you are now - now you're cold all day, as if the whole world owes you; it's still better - she said you used to joke with her and say you sing It sounds good, and you're quite a show-stopper - you won the first place in the campus singer."
Chen Gong doesn't recognize the definition of "showy": "That's because you have money to win prizes."
"You're such a person - you're obviously not happy to praise you." Zheng Yi laughed at him, then after a moment of laughter, he said, "Don't worry about me about splashing your drink, anyway, I also got punched by you. ; As for the complaint, you misunderstood me—I wanted to apologize to you."
"Apologize?"
"Yes, I apologize—otherwise, why do you think I agreed to come to Chengdu to explore the scene with you?" Zheng slammed a cigarette butt into the ashtray on the coffee table: "I used to be stubborn with you. Apologize - I'm sorry."
Chen Gong avoided Zheng Yi's eyes again: "I am also at fault."
"Of course you are at fault." Zheng Yi said unceremoniously, "but I also forgive you - we'll be even, and we'll be more polite to each other in the future. I don't dare to say if we should be friends, at least at work. Cooperate, don't keep blocking Old Wang."
Zheng Yi's words made it sound like Chen Gong was the "no-brainer". Chen Gong said "tsk", "I thought so too."
Zheng Yi said, "That's fine."
The two were so quiet again.
Zheng Yi's forehead was hot at this moment.
Not embarrassed because of an apology, nor happy because of friendship - neither, but Zheng Yi doesn't know why.
He took out two cans of beer from the hotel refrigerator, threw it to Chen Gong, opened it himself, took a few gulps, cooled himself down, and blocked his mouth.
Zheng Yi felt that he could continue chatting like this, as if he would say too many things that could not end:
— "I want to get to know you early, and I can help you if I can, so that you don't have to go through all the thorns alone and suffer from those filthy things..."
- "I think you're a really nice person... I don't know what's good about it, but it's good."
- "I want to protect you, want to accompany you... Although I don't know how this inexplicable 'sense of responsibility' came about. It's okay if you don't let me know about those things; once you let me know, I can't stand it, and I can't help but feel distressed. you."
Seeing Zheng Yi sitting on the sofa and gulping down a can of beer "Gu Dong Gu Dong", Chen Gong was a little overwhelmed.
Of course, Chen Gong didn't know what Zheng Yi was thinking, but seeing that he was drinking, most of the time he was relieved. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he saw Zheng Yi stand up from the sofa and walk over, and all the words Chen Gong wanted to say were frightened back into his stomach.
Chen Gong hid by the bed: "You... go back, it's time for me to sleep too."
Zheng Yi looked dazed for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "Ah, I forgot - earthquake!"
Chen Gong sent him: "It's not shocking anymore, it's really not shocking anymore."
Zheng Yi twitched his eyebrows again: "Your sense of crisis is too poor!"
Chen Gong was a little impatient: "I'm not shaking anymore, hurry back to your room - I'm going to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow morning!"
Zheng Yi's group was distracted by some emotions, and he forgot about the earthquake long ago. After Chen Gong mentioned it, his fear returned... After thinking about it, life is more important than face. Biting his head and stammering a bit: "I said... or I'll... stay in your room tonight!"
After finishing his appeal, Zheng Yi compensated for his smiling face, and took a low-pitched attitude towards Chen Gong.
Chen Gong stared at Zheng Yi, and after a long silence, he finally sat up straight, and said to Zheng Yi seriously: "Zheng Yi, I thought about it, and I think both of us should be calmer - I may be conservative, I Right... This kind of thing is still more cautious. I respect your relatively free and open attitude, but I don't want to be casual. Go back to your room and sleep well today, I'm tired too."
Zheng Yi listened to Chen Gong's reply, but he didn't understand it in a daze. After standing by the bed for a while, he finally understood - Chen Gong probably misunderstood his motive for staying in his room and refusing to leave. … what to do with him.
Zheng Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he lied on the bed as if he was lying: "Brother, I'm begging you—Look at how nervous you are, even if I have the heart, I don't have the guts—I swear: I'm Zheng Yi. If I touch a single hair on you, it will make me impotent!"
Chen Gong glared angrily at Zheng Yi, who was rude, and refused to trust him.
Zheng Yi looked at Chen Gong recklessly, and laughed for a long time: "Turn off the lights! ... You are thinking about what a mess."
the next day.
When they came out of the hotel with their suitcases, the two quarreled again as usual.
Zheng Yi was dissatisfied with Chen Gong: "It's only half past eight - we are on a plane after eleven o'clock, what are we doing so early!"
Chen Gong was too lazy to pay attention to him, opened the trunk and put his luggage inside: "We are on the plane at 11:05."
"Isn't it after eleven o'clock?! - I didn't even have time to wash my face!"
Throwing their backpacks and Zheng Yi into the back seat together, Chen Gong sat in the co-pilot. The driver confirmed the destination: "Shuangliu Airport T1 terminal, right?"
Chen Gong said "Yes!", and then turned around to confirm with Zheng Yi: "We are 1, right?"
Zheng Yi was a little stunned: "... I am, so are you?"
Chen Gong didn't understand. On the contrary, the driver master caught Zheng Yi's frequency, and suddenly became shy, and said in a light and subtle voice: "I am 0."
Chen Gong took turns to look around the two people in the same car, and indifferently elaborated the meaning of the "1": "I mean - T1, the terminal building... Right?"
"Oh—yes! T1!" Zheng Yicai came back to his senses.
The driver also turned around, lowered his voice, and professionally told the two passengers, "Please fasten your seat belts, we're leaving."
Chen Gong felt that there was a lack of oxygen in the car, and he was a little suffocated.