Gu Fei looked at Jiang Cheng, and at this moment he felt that it was very difficult for him to give an expression other than surprise, not to mention an answer.
How many times is this? Jiang Cheng didn't leave him any room for thinking so suddenly.
He told Jiang Cheng to come over just to make him not worry. After Liu Fan and Li Yan tied his legs with a fake splint and left, he immediately sent a message to Jiang Cheng. He didn’t know Jiang Cheng’s situation, but he knew Jiang Cheng saw it. He would definitely be anxious when he fell on the roof, he just wanted to let Jiang Cheng come over and see that he was really okay, so he could rest assured.
But never thought Jiang Cheng would suddenly throw out such a problem.
Between the sparks and flints, his mind can turn for more than 13,000 revolutions, and the thoughts that pass by can fill a stadium.
I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. Jiang Cheng's question left enough room for himself. At least he didn't ask if you would like to have a relationship with me.
No matter how he answers, Jiang Cheng still has room for maneuver.
But he knew very well what kind of answer Jiang Cheng wanted. This question seemed to have loose space, but in reality there was only one answer.
Yes, I thought about it, I want to talk to you.
Gu Fei wanted to give such an answer directly, but this sentence that should have been blurted out at this moment was really hard to say.
Because he didn't know what kind of boyfriend Jiang Cheng wanted, he probably didn't think about it either.
In fact, this is the way it should be at this age. Even if I think about it, I can’t think too far for too long. Do I like it? Yes, I like it now. I am willing now. I am going to fall in love now. … What else is needed? No need anymore.
But he thought about it, thought about it too much.
Maybe Jiang Cheng was impulsive, maybe Jiang Cheng was not impulsive, but just chose a time that seemed impulsive.
But in any case, Gu Fei felt that he couldn't determine Jiang Cheng's thoughts in such a short time, and express his thoughts. What kind of boyfriend do you want? What kind of love do you want to talk about
In this case, no matter how he answered, he was too casual.
He feels that the only thing he can do right now is to delay for a while, so that Jiang Cheng and himself can figure out what the other party thinks.
"Morning... Love?" Gu Fei said, shut up.
"Did you just knock your head?" Jiang Cheng looked at him with an indescribable look of caring for the mentally retarded child, making him feel that this was another level of stupidity after he smirked at a building in the night.
"I mean..." Gu Fei wanted to explain again, quickly sorting out his own language.
But Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up.
Gu Fei subconsciously followed and stood up. He didn't want Jiang Cheng to leave under this situation, and he didn't want Jiang Cheng to feel that he would still pay after the two of them did so many things beyond the scope of the "same table." Will hesitate on this issue.
Before he could speak, Jiang Cheng frowned and vomited suddenly.
Gu Fei felt that he was shocked. One sentence could actually make Jiang Cheng sick like this
"Toilet?" Jiang Cheng asked him through gritted teeth.
"Behind," Gu Fei pointed, "Next to the kitchen..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng rushed out and ran through the back door to the backyard.
Gu Fei hurried to get a bottle of water on the shelf and followed.
When he entered the toilet, Jiang Cheng was holding his knees and staring at the toilet. He hesitated for a moment: "What's the matter?"
"Suddenly feel sick." Jiang Cheng said.
"What did I say so..." Gu Fei was speechless, "So powerful?"
"Go away." Jiang Cheng said briefly, retching again, but vomited nothing.
"Is it uncomfortable somewhere?" Gu Fei was a little worried. "It's blowing? There are still people on duty in the community hospital. Let's take a look?"
"No," Jiang Cheng took a breath and straightened his waist, "I am afraid of heights side effects."
Gu Fei was stunned for almost ten seconds before asking again: "Fear of heights?"
"Well," Jiang Cheng didn't spit out anything, and walked to the faucet to wash his face. "Is it weird."
Gu Fei did not speak.
Jiang Cheng wiped his face and turned his head to look at him: "This is actually not very appropriate in the toilet, but it is better to hit the sun if you choose a day. I have all started, and this time and place are not important."
"Yeah." Gu Fei replied.
"Think about what I just said at night," Jiang Cheng said, "I'll go back first. I'm suddenly sleepy and want to sleep. If you wake up tomorrow, call me."
"Good." Gu Fei said.
"Good night." Jiang Cheng waved at him, turned around and entered the store, and walked over to the gate.
Gu Fei wiped the water that had been thrown away by him, and followed behind him.
From speech to action, Jiang Cheng was all chic and freely. When he walked to the door, he was still very handsome, but he was not able to lift the rolling shutter twice by bending down, ruining his beauty.
"What's wrong with your house?" Jiang Cheng bent down and looked at him with an unhappy expression on his face.
"I'm coming." Gu Fei went over to help him pull the door up.
Jiang Cheng got out before the door was fully opened, and said outside the door: "Good night."
"Good night." Gu Fei held the door and looked at him.
Jiang Cheng rode on the front of the car and walked along the road without returning.
Gu Fei closed the door again and sat down on the small stool next to him for a long time.
Jiang Cheng wanted to fall asleep as soon as he entered the door, but considering that he was crawling around on the top of the dusty and garbage roof all night, he forcibly took a shower.
When he fell, he felt that he was asleep before his head touched the pillow.
The body is heavy, but the heart is very light, as light as if it is floating.
Maybe all the things have passed, the things that should be done, the things that should be thought, and the things that should be said, are gone.
It doesn't matter what you have tomorrow or what will happen tomorrow.
Comfortable.
This comfortable energy should be able to compete with Pan Zhi's state of "being beaten up by my father and sleeping very soundly like having a massage".
He lay on the pillow and hooked his mouth.
At dawn, Jiang Cheng’s biological clock failed for the first time, and he did not get out of his deep sleep. In his ears, he could hear birds calling out of the window, and there was the sound of an old lady who exercised early, and he was excited to go out to play with his parents. The voice of a child who has to scream all the way...
But he didn't wake up. The feeling of knowing that he was sleeping and still sleeping very deep and comfortable is really wonderful.
It wasn't until the phone rang the second time that he opened his eyes reluctantly. (End of this chapter)