Chen Jingshen rarely stayed in bed. This year, the company was in its infancy, and he was busy when he opened his eyes. He even spent weekends typing codes and holding meetings. He always slept for a few hours every day. He didn't feel tired after a year of stretching, but now he was extremely tired. It feels like a tired bird returning to its nest.
Chen Jingshen leaned over, expressionlessly sniffing the clean smell on Yu Fan's pillow, and didn't open his eyes until the phone buzzed.
Seeing the caller ID, he picked it up and put it to his ear, then continued to close his eyes and lean against the pillow next to him: "Speak."
"Damn..." On the other end of the phone was Luo Liyang, the technical director of their company, and his senior brother, who graduated a few years earlier than him. Although the two haven't known each other for a long time, they are very close because they appreciate each other's abilities and they are in the same department.
Hearing Chen Jingshen's lazy voice, he picked up his phone to check the time, "Brother, it's one o'clock in the afternoon, and you're still sleeping?"
Chen Jingshen didn't raise his eyes, and reminded him softly, "I'm on vacation."
"Oh, where are you?"
"Boyfriend's house."
"Oh, the computer should be with you... where??"
"At the boyfriend's house." The person who didn't even want to repeat the logic of the code that others didn't understand in the meeting, repeated it patiently today.
"..."
Luo Liyang was dumbfounded: "You really have a boyfriend??"
"otherwise?"
"I see you've been hanging on for so long, and you haven't called or met your partner yet, so you thought you were just sending someone away..." Luo Liyang regained his composure, "Forget it, let's get down to business first. The computer should be at your hand, right? There is a bug in the program card, and the people in the team have tried it several times but it still doesn’t work, so hurry up and fix it.”
"not here."
"..."
Luo Liyang's mentality collapsed: "You, a programmer, go out without a computer? What's the difference between you and the battlefield without a sword???"
"My boyfriend's house is not a battlefield." Chen Jingshen said.
"... Where are you? Where is the computer? I'll send it to you, and I'll find you."
"I'm in Ningcheng." Chen Jingshen said, "The computer is in the hotel."
Luo Liyang was even more confused: "Since you can live at your boyfriend's house, why do you need a room in a hotel?"
It's hard to say. Chen Jingshen didn't say much: "I called the hotel to send it over. I hung up."
Yu Fan only accepted a friend request after lunch, and wanted to delete the friend a few hours later.
[s: I forgot to have this photo.]
[S: Woke up.]
[S: Did you order takeaway for me?]
[S: What time do you get off work.]
Yu Fan read every one of them, but didn't reply to every one, and even deleted the first one in a fit of embarrassment.
I don’t shoot exterior scenes during the typhoon, and I’m working in the studio today. After shooting one of the sets, Yu Fan received a new message while waiting for the models to change clothes: [TT]
Yu Fan sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and pressed the voice button impatiently: "Chen Jingshen, just say something, if it's annoying, I'll delete it."
There was also a reply soon, with a low voice that just woke up, and a cold tone, which did not match the crying emoji: "Can the desk be used?"
Yu Fan: "Are there thorns growing on it?"
"No, I'm afraid there's something immobile again."
"..."
By blocking people, the world suddenly becomes clean.
Yu Fan concentrated on his work, and it was nearly 4:30 after taking the photos.
Wang Yue went downstairs with her bag on her back, and put two cans of honey next to Yu Fan's computer: "I got it from a friend, it's all natural, take it home and drink it, to nourish your stomach. Alright, let's get off work."
Yu Fan has been used to being stuffed by Wang Yue forcibly in the past few years, and he no longer resists. He said thank you, and then said, "It's only half past four."
"Go back early, take it home and do it before you finish it, isn't there someone waiting for you at home?"
Yu Fan paused, looked up at her in a daze: "How do you know?"
"I'm not stupid, I've been looking at my phone all day, why don't I need the charging cable of the bedside table..." Wang Yue asked mysteriously, "Did you fall in love?"
"..."
As soon as Yu Fan opened his mouth, Wang Yue said "Shhhhh" with a knowing face: "Okay, don't need to say more, it's all written on your face."
"My face?" Yu Fan frowned.
"That's right, didn't you notice that you are completely different today. You keep reading the news, your expression is much fiercer than usual, and you are even blushing." Wang Yue said, "You also talk a little more to customers."
"..."
Yu Fan said indifferently, "I haven't."
"Okay, what is our relationship, you have to hide it from me when you are in love? No wonder you drank so much yesterday, did you quarrel with your partner?"
Yu Fan: "..."
Wang Yue patted him on the shoulder: "It should have been like this a long time ago. You see, you lived a few years ago. You didn't have any friends except me. How lonely... Tsk, your new brother-in-law called, I have to go, you Hurry up and pack up your things and go back to accompany others, remember to close the shop."
After Wang Yue left, Yu Fan sat in front of the computer for a while before bowing his head to collect his things and leave.
On a typhoon day, pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and Yu Fan held up his umbrella and walked among the crowd, as if being pressed into slow motion.
What Wang Yue said just now was still floating in his mind.
Wang Yue said that he was lonely, but he didn't really feel anything. When I first came here, I was busy making money and studying, and I was so tired that I couldn’t breathe. I thought it’s okay not to talk to people. Over time, I became too lazy to socialize, and felt that there was no harm in being out of the crowd.
But thinking about it now, when Zhang Wenjing rushed towards him, when Wang Luan Zuo Kuan added him on WeChat, and when Chen Jingshen appeared in the viewfinder, he did feel full and complex emotions that he hadn't had in the past few years .
It was like being buried in the soil for a long time, and suddenly being dug out by someone, and I was able to breathe in big mouthfuls of air.
He went to the roast meat shop he often went to, the boss glanced at him, and shouted to the kitchen as usual: "One serving of roast meat—"
"...Wait." Yu Fan held up an umbrella and pointed at the dishes on display expressionlessly, "I want one each of this, this, and this. Get two bowls of rice."
While the boss was packing the meals, Yu Fan stared at a bright red hot duck hanging up, closed his eyes in annoyance and sighed, the white mist he exhaled dissipated in the swaying wind and rain.
Yesterday, after drinking, he was already on the top, but Chen Jingshen kept touching him like a woodpecker, and he spit out his words without thinking...
After waking up, I realized that it was so simple, there was a bottomless gap between him and Chen Jingshen, and even if he tried his best to fill in Yu Kaiming's account, it would still leave a deep mark.
Does Chen Jingshen know about this
Don't even think about it, why would you still find him if you know. Aren't you afraid of being blackmailed again
The rain was getting heavier, and it hit the umbrella with a rumbling sound. The expression of the people under the umbrella was no different from the weather. When he saw two men squatting and smoking with umbrellas at the gate of the community, Yu Fan's face was almost frosted.
Seeing him, the leading man stood up first, the wrinkled skin on his neck unfolded, revealing a large tattoo.
"Get off work?" The other party glanced at the packing bag in his hand, biting a cigarette and asked with a smile.
Yu Fan stared at him without moving.
The skinny man next to the man immediately stood up, with a fierce look on his face: "Hey, talking to you—"
"Hey," the man glanced back at him, motioning him to shut up. Then he looked at Yu Fan with a half-smile, "You said I've been here a few times, and the higher-ups are pressing too hard, so why don't you help your dad pay back..."
"He's coming out soon." Yu Fan said, "Go to the door and watch over him when the time comes."
"Tsk, it's difficult, he has some kind of cancer... You should have received a call, right? You probably have half your life left when you come out, and he has provoked so many people. I guess I didn't find him, and others didn't gone."
Yu Fan: "Then you go to his grave to beg."
"..."
After Yu Fan finished speaking, he turned around and left. The new skinny man couldn't help but stretch out his hand to grab him.
"Hiss, don't," the man immediately pulled away the hands of his subordinates, "Forget it, let's go."
Yu Fan stared at the skinny man for a while, then turned his gaze to the one next to him.
"You are not allowed to come here again during this time."
The thin man watched him turn and walk into the community, his tall and thin back was like a cold, sharp vertical line in the rain.
It took a long time for the thin man to come back to his senses, and he said in a daze: "Fuck, boss, what's the situation, why does he seem to be more ruthless than our debt collector..."
"I told you before I came here, so I'll just come out for a walk," the man blew out his cigarette and smiled. He didn't bother to mention how the other party confronted them before, "That idiot who owes us money, his father, he sent it in with his own hands. .Do you think he might pay that idiot back?"
The thin man was dumbfounded: "My dear father? Not so much."
"Why not? He fights with his father with deadly hands. The first time I saw him, I was afraid of accidents. In the end, I called them 120." Speaking of this, the man still thinks it's outrageous. He shook his head and smiled, and patted his younger brother on the head, "Don't look, let's go."
Yu Fan stood in the elevator for a few minutes with an umbrella in one hand and a lunch box in the other.
It wasn't until the communication light came on that the security guard asked him in the elevator intercom if he needed help, and Yu Fan stretched out his hand to press the button.
After drinking, he saw someone he had been thinking about for a long time again, and he seemed a little ecstatic.
Yu Fan stood at the door of his house, facing the cold wind, intending to think about his relationship with Chen Jingshen, but within a few seconds, the door in front of him opened with a "click".
Yu Fan raised his head suddenly, looked at the person standing in the entrance, wearing a coat and carrying an umbrella, a little stunned: "Chen Jingshen, what are you doing?"
Chen Jingshen glanced at his wet shoulders and said, "I want to pick you up."
"..."
"What is it?" Chen Jingshen looked down at the things in his hand.
"Dinner." Yu Fan said, "You can buy it casually, from a roadside stall, if you like it..."
A shadow fell, and Chen Jingshen tilted his head and kissed him, saying, "I love to eat."
Chen Jingshen went to touch his hand, wanting to take the things in his hand, only to find that the other party's hand was clenched into a fist, and the plastic bag was clenched so pitifully that it shrank into a ball.
"Chen Jingshen." Yu Fan called him indifferently, "I have something to tell you."
Chen Jingshen looked at him silently for a while, and then said, "Well, let's talk about it after dinner."
Thinking of something, Chen Jingshen said: "Before you say anything, release me from the WeChat blacklist."
"..."