Refraction

Everyone was playing like crazy until after two in the morning, Zheng Yi was too stupid, lost games frequently, and drank too much alcohol, so he slept on the sofa.

So Chen Gong carried Zheng Yixian to say goodbye to everyone - Chen Gong didn't drink alcohol, or he was afraid that even if he could get a chauffeur, he wouldn't be able to find his parking spot.

All the way, Zheng Yi fell asleep quietly in the car, like a child. Therefore, Chen Gong had a feeling of being trusted by him - quite happy, and he kept smiling all the way.

It only took more than a quarter of an hour to get back to the Zheng family's community without traffic jams at night; I thought that he would be able to sleep a little longer, but when he entered the gate of the community, the security asked to confirm the owner, so Chen Gong had to wake him up.

As soon as the guy woke up, it didn't matter, Zheng Yi went crazy again: "Did we just play in the car?"

"What are you playing?"

"Play with that, hehe."

"No... I'm driving, why don't I play with you."

"Oh... that's my dream." Zheng Yi was a little dejected, but after a while he was drunk and laughing slyly: "You can also play while driving—I've seen a movie, that is, driving a car to play! "

"It's all fake—acted."

Chen Gong was supposed to deal with this drunk one by one, but he didn't know how these words touched Zheng Yi's tears, and he suddenly burst into tears.

Chen Gong looked for the house number with a wry smile, and hurriedly asked the drunk: "What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Yi sniffed: "Even if it's acting... just don't be real..."

Chen Gong was at a loss.

Zheng Yi reached out and patted Chen Gong's thigh again: "It's okay, it's real brother, don't be afraid! I'll protect you! - Take me as a target, you're on me... Give your revenge! I'm willing!"

Chen Gong was confused when he heard it.

Finally found the Zheng family in the labyrinth-like community. Before the car entered the courtyard, Zheng Yi unfastened his seat belt and reached out to remove the packaging on Chen Gong's waist. Chen Gong was so frightened that he tried to keep his balance and aim at the door, but at the same time he didn't know how to stop him, so he could only persuade him: "Don't make trouble for now! Hold on, hold on and enter the house!"

Zheng Yi was disobedient, and was stunned for the most part.

Carrying Zheng Yi back to the bed, taking off his coat and covering the blanket, Chen Gong came to the kitchen. Turning over the refrigerator, he took out a lemon, cut it into slices and soaked it in two glasses of warm water. Considering that he was drunk, Chen Gong even inserted a straw and brought it back to the master bedroom and put it on the bedside table.

But Zheng Yi was already asleep.

Then save it for a drink tomorrow morning... Chen Gong thought, took off his sweaty T-shirt, lay down on the empty space beside Zheng Yi, and closed his eyes.

When I closed my eyes, I realized that Young Master Zheng was actually quite pitiful: he lived alone in such a big house.

Does Empty Mean Comfort? Not necessarily, the first and second floors add up to five, six, seven, or eight rooms, and he walks around in the living room and the master bedroom every day; and other spaces are left alone—Chen Gong couldn’t help but think Added a lot of horror stories.

In a daze, the plot is scattered, but I feel that there is some movement on the side of the crotch. Chen Gong woke up with a shock, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat; subconsciously, he pushed his knees and sat up.

Zheng Yi hugged his head and knelt down in the dark: "Uh..."

Chen Gong gasped, turned on the lamp on the head of the bed in the dark, and quickly asked, "The skin of the melon, the skin of the melon! Where are you knocking? Does it hurt?"

Zheng Yi shook his head and laughed cheaply: "It doesn't hurt—it's over."

Now that he was awake, Chen Gong simply brought him warm water to urge him to drink: "Go to sleep after drinking, don't make trouble."

Zheng Yi bit the straw and "gudonggudong" sucked down half a cup: "Come on! Anyway, rest on weekends!"

"But... you drank too much."

"No!" Zheng Yi killed him without painting: "I'm awake."

Chen Gong thought about it, and his anger burned his internal injuries: "Okay..."

Zheng Yi was full of alcohol.

The kiss between the two seemed to have a tacit understanding; Zheng Yi liked to stick his tongue out of nowhere, and Chen Gong always catered to him. Although it is not so jerky compared to the beginning, it is not a good experience...

It's just Zheng Yi, that's enough.

After kissing for a while, Chen Gong stopped and took out a square package from the bag beside the bed.

Because he was reluctant to let go of Zheng Yi's hand, he bit the package between his teeth with one hand, twisted his head slightly and tore it apart.

Through the dim bedside table lamp, Chen Gongxing, who was in the back light, was looking vaguely at the flowing movements of the clouds. Zheng Yi sighed inwardly at Chen Gong's movements and looked at the inexplicable enthusiasm, while closing his eyes and saying: Come on, I'll recognize you!

Just after thinking about it, I felt that Chen Gong had something in his hand.

"I don't need to teach you to wear this..." He whispered in his ear: "I... have no experience in the Western Hemisphere, you... Lighten up!"

Zheng Yi opened his eyes and looked at Chen Gong in the dark with his eyes closed and a heroic expression on his face: "This is... for me? But... I have already washed that... 'well'!"

"Eh?"

Chen Gong was at a loss.

Zheng Yi was at a loss.

The hatchback was dazed.

After looking at each other for a while, the two of them understood each other's meaning in a daze. Chen Gong first regained his senses, snatched the things from Zheng Yi's hand, and smiled "chichi": "So you are ready!"

Zheng Yi rushed over, knocked down Chen Gong, grabbed his wrist and grabbed him desperately: "Make it clear - it was you, the old man, who was ready first!"

Zheng Yi's personality is on par with himself, so it's really hard to deal with; after teasing Zheng Yi for a long time, Chen Gong let go: "I'm teasing you, for you—you're injured, I'll take care of you when you're healed up. Clear with you!"

It really took a lot of energy to snatch things from Chen Gong, Zheng Yi was also tired, and lay down panting: "You can rest assured that I'm fine—you come, I don't have any experience... You come, I'll go first Learn!"

It was an ironic moment, but Chen Gong felt a little relieved: "You didn't say it sooner—I... also made a special trip to buy the appliance, and I studied it for a long time before I cleaned it up... It's really uncomfortable."

Zheng Yi laughed after hearing this, until he was hit by Chen Gong before begging for mercy: "Me too... I have been dealing with the searched tutorials for a long time. That picture... really looks like a melon skin!"

Chen Gong turned over and put a kiss on Zheng Yi's forehead: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to."

Chen Gong's face turned against the light, and it was clear somewhere in the dim light, but also vague in another place; his breathing was so close that every sound that pierced into Zheng Yi's ear canal caused ripples.

"No... I want to, I really want to; it's just you." After a while, Zheng Yi suddenly became serious: "You are a strange person, you are bent and you have a little bit of an inexplicable 'straight cancer'—I I remember you chatting with me about your ex when you were eating hot pot before, you took all the big and small problems to yourself, and always felt that you were the only one who needed to take responsibility..."

Chen Gong didn't speak and listened quietly.

"I'm afraid of letting you fire the first shot, but I'm just worried that you will always subconsciously put a lot of 'responsibility' and pressure on yourself in the future - in fact, there is no need for this, it doesn't matter if you are up or down, it's enough to be with you - But you just can't figure it out. I know you're afraid of falling in love again, and I know you don't believe what I said when I said it now, but I'm also afraid. So I want to follow your way of thinking: this first shot is made by If I come to fire, you will not position yourself as the role of 'you need financial resources, you need no weakness, and you need to carry everything'. You fire the first shot, but don't be hard on me in the future, relax a little, be soft A little, okay?—Of course I'm not talking about that..."

Chen Gong was amused by him again. After laughing, he was silent for a long time. He reached out and rubbed Zheng Yi's chin: "Okay."

After stirring up emotions, Zheng Yi sat up and urged Chen Gong: "I don't really feel pain if I don't ink it! It's just that it's not good enough to hang up the color, so you can make do with it! - Don't turn on the lights!"

Chen Gong nodded and said, "It's good-looking. I just saw it, it's good-looking. Then I'll be careful..."

Zheng Yi smiled at him: "Wretched old man!"

Zheng Yi endured a sweat.

The two were lying side-by-side when Round One ended the intermission. At this juncture, Chen Gong actually thought of some small and fresh images - the ceiling seemed to have become a flowing galaxy, the bed became grass, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner smelled of flowers. And changed back to two teenagers sitting on the boundless youth...

Just lying down like this, lying down until the exhausted stamina is slowly recovered.

After sobering up most of the time, Zheng Yi hurried to drink water, urging him to change his home court next.

At the same time, he laughed at Chen Gong: "Old man, you can't do it!"

Being criticized for his old business, Chen Gong looked unhappy: "What do you mean - bad experience?"

Zheng Yi recalled, it was so good that there were no words to describe it; but: "Why... I can't go down?" He even jumped a few times.

Chen Gong frowned and looked at him blankly: "What?"

"Isn't it all written like this in those novels? It's said that the attack is powerful, and that the recipient can't go to the ground the next day!"

Chen Gong laughed "ha": "That's all fake and scribbled! - According to that: I have to make an appointment with you in advance after playing a game?"

"fake?"

"It's a matter of two people! I really don't care how you feel, so you can't get off the ground—that's a muscle strain! That's going to the hospital! What kind of love is that!"

Zheng Yi's world view was updated, and he was a little embarrassed: "I don't know... This scares me!"

"Co-authoring... What kind of mental preparation did you do?"

"Yeah!" Zheng Yi threw himself back on the bed: "I thought about it: I lie down in tears for two days on Saturdays and Sundays - you've been waiting for me to bring tea and pour water!" Then he picked it up from the carpet beside the bed Chen Gong's pants, took out the cigarette case: "Where's the lighter?"

Chen Gong looked for it: "The lighter is in the car - I'll go get it."

"Don't. There seems to be a match, in the bedside table."

There was only one match left.

"One is enough." Saying that, he stuffed a cigarette into Zheng Yi's mouth. Chen Gong took one by himself, put it over his head, and put the two cigarettes together.

Paddle carefully, guard the flame, and light a cigarette.

"'The Guardian's Kiss'..." Chen Gong followed suit and said the name of the "ceremony". Smoke that was not as high as his lungs floated out of his mouth, smoked into his eyes, and closed it slightly.

The picture is quite attractive. Zheng Yi pursed his lips: "If you betray, the knight will be hanged!"

"Then let's go and see."

Under the dark light, the two looked at each other, and after a while, they laughed "hehe".

After Round Two was over, the alcohol had evaporated with sweat, and the sky had turned gray outside the gap in the curtains.

Zheng Yi clamored to take a shower with Chen Gong, went into the bathroom and turned on the bright light, enduring the dazzling light, only to feel that he was completely awake.

When brushing his teeth, Zheng Yi was slapped by Chen Gong on the back of his head. He thought that he had gnawed on his neck for "beautiful scenery everywhere": "My... the collar can't be covered up!"

"If you can't cover it, don't cover it, what are you afraid of!" Zheng Yi turned around and took a photo of his back: "I'm not 'all over the mountains and plains' - even 'on the edge of the well'!"

Chen Gong continued to brush his teeth, pretending not to hear, and refusing to admit that he was the initiator.

"Hey! I ask you: At that time, you asked Qiumang to tell me that Yang Yi was trying to harm me - did you fall in love with me at that time?"

Chen Gong subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he felt that... it was already now, and there was no need to be shy: "Yes."

"How did you feel when you first thought I had fallen into his trap?"

"Uncomfortable - I feel that although you are a bastard, you shouldn't be calculated like this; I also feel that I didn't give you a hand earlier because of 'disharmony', especially not a thing."

"Tsk..." Zheng Yi slapped Chen Gong: "What a good guy!"

Chen Gong rinsed his mouth: "Be quick, it's time to sleep!"

The hatchback was just so ripping apart, Zheng Yi's eyes met Chen Gong in the mirror, only to realize that he was blushing at this juncture.

The alcohol dissipated, Zheng Yi's mind was very clear at this moment, and he looked at Chen Gong's body by the light of the bathroom; after looking at it for a while, he seemed to remember something, and he was stunned.

Chen Gong thought he was appreciating his tendon, and clenched his fists and gathered his arms.

"Where's your peach heart birthmark?"

"What?"

"Where's the birthmark on your chest?"

"Chest?... I haven't had a birthmark since I was a child... Not one on my body."

"Aren't you?... Eh, wait!" After scribbling his mouth, he ran out of the bathroom, grabbed his phone from the bedside, and flipped through the video in the album's favorites: "This...?"

Chen Gong took the phone with a blank look on his face, swiped the progress bar, and was amused after watching it for a while: "Why do you all love watching Japan - just now Cheng Shen also shared this movie with me - the full version!"

"This movie... is Japanese?"

Chen Gong pressed the volume button to the maximum: "Listen! - Doesn't this have a LOGO? Mosaic □□!"

Zheng Yi was dumbfounded on the spot, Chen Gong reacted for a while, and then he understood what Zheng Yi was thinking: "Don't you think... this is me?"

Zheng Yi was cowardly, not daring to speak.

Chen Gong took out his mobile phone, found the full version of the resources shared by Cheng Shen, and slid the progress bar to the end to show Zheng a look.

As usual, the end of the full version is an interview with the actors after the performance. The man with the face sitting on the sofa opened his eyes. The peach-shaped birthmark on his chest is clearer; Don't.

There was actually a good person who added subtitles for that Japanese interview - "This is my first time playing a comatose state, I hope my performance is good; if there is a chance in the future, I would like to play more roles in the plot!"

Chen Gong picked up the thorn in the subtitle: "This translation is not accurate. His original meaning is closer: 'If there is a chance in the future, I would like to try to play a role in the drama'."

"So you can speak Japanese..." Zheng Yiyu was still shocked and just mumbled.

After muttering, he was stunned, and after a while, he laughed again: "Hahaha, this... I still have a dream!"

But he smiled, and cried hoarsely.

Afraid that Chen Gong could see his expression, he hugged Chen Gong and staggered his gaze with a mentality that was similar to stealing the bell, and howled.

Chen Gong couldn't understand Zheng Yi's complicated emotional direction, but he heard Zheng Yi still trying to control his voice while he was howling, trying to make his defense clearer: "This is not crying... it's not about being afraid... Don't... Don't look down on me! Lao Tzu This is... this is... hot blood... tears of comfort from a man!"

Patting Zheng Yi's back to help him follow his anger, Chen Gong felt that his hangover might not be over, so he only cooperated with Zheng Yi and patted his back lightly and coaxed: "No, no! Crying is sassy! "

Zheng Yi took a few quick breaths, only to feel that his forehead was extremely hot: "It's fine if it wasn't you! I feel bad... I feel bad for me!"

After listening to this sentence, Chen Gong completely understood Zheng Yi's thinking at this time: Co-author Zheng Yi took this film as a real record, and even took the protagonist in it as himself, and mistakenly thought that he really suffered from this. Waiting for the "big humiliation"...

By the way - after learning that Zheng Yi didn't actually fall for Yang Yi, Chen Gong couldn't figure it out - when they ate hot pot together in Chengdu, why did Zheng Yi repeatedly ask about his attitude about being photographed secretly...

Including the sentence "I originally wanted to see your milk" - it was he who wanted to check the "peach heart-shaped birthmark" and check whether he was really the protagonist in this "infringement record"... So he concealed "I didn't lose my ID card." "The truth depends on finding an opportunity for verification in his own room... So when I am pressed by myself... I respond with a confession...

Now all causality is connected.

But... that confession is false

Chen Gong didn't ask, but Zheng Yi broke away from Chen Gong's embrace and looked at Chen Gong with a firm gaze: "That's right... That confession is false - but it's true to love you! I know you love face , if this is true - I will ask you directly, you will commit suicide in shame, that's why you make so many things around the corner! If you feel that it is a loss, the big deal is that I will add a few more jokes to you in the future! "

Chen Gong looked at him, managed his expression and bit his mouth - after restoring everything in his mind, Chen Gong felt that Zheng Yi was very happy, but he really wanted to laugh.

But now Zheng Yi is crying like this, and laughing makes it seem that the "victim" himself has no conscience.

So the two men who had been misunderstood as "victims" by each other's wishful thinking just looked at each other silently.

While waiting to recover his emotions, Zheng Yi saw a small scene in the corner of his eye.

There were two glasses of water on the bedside table, one was emptied, and half of the remaining glass was left.

Xu was afraid that he would choke on the water when he was drunk, so Chen Gong carefully placed a straw in the cup; but the light was bent on the water surface, so a straw was "folded" into two sections.

If those two paragraphs looked at each other, maybe they would both have wishful thinking and sympathy for the "destroyed" other half...

Like a joke.

Staring at the scene quietly for a long time... Zheng Yi finally vented enough fear and distress that he had accumulated for too long.

Turning his gaze back to Chen Gong's face, he saw the expression of the old man trying to hold back his laughter; Zheng Yi knew that he had lost face and became angry, so he leaned in against his forehead and bit his lips viciously.

After a while, the two laughed again.

Refraction, finished.

The author has something to say: Huh... The second novel is also over.

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-small theater

The next day:

Zheng pair felt embarrassed by the behavior of crying, so they made a noise: "It doesn't count! I drank too much at night, and I have no memory! I didn't experience the feeling of shooting! Come back!"

Chen Gong was indifferent: "I haven't experienced the feeling of being shot, have you?"

Zheng Yi: "...!"