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Yang Zhen came to hug him suddenly, Quan Wei's eyes widened unexpectedly, but he didn't resist.

He didn't like strangers touching him, but during the first two days when he was paralyzed, Yang Zhen helped him in and out sooner or later, and there were many more intimate physical contacts than this.

Quan Wei just couldn't understand why Yang Zhen was so angry and wronged today.

When he was a child, his grandma was busy, his parents were old children, and only the nanny took him with him. The requirement for him was that he could do whatever he wanted as long as he didn’t cry or make trouble. He never fell in love, and naturally no one checked his mobile phone. Text message, Quan Wei belongs to the kind of people who are raised in the wild, and they don't quite understand the anger of being prying into their privacy. Yang Zhen's performance completely exceeded his expectations, but he was wrong with Sun Shaoning, and he deserved to bear the anger of others.

Don't make mistakes if you have the ability, and don't be afraid of what others say when you make mistakes, because what other people do is beyond your control.

The posture of Yang Zhen hugging him is no different from hugging a tree, and the strength is very light, there is still a qualitative difference from "tight". Except for the inconvenient hand, there is nothing wrong with Quan Wei, and there is nothing wrong with it. It was still warm to hug, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stood still.

It took Yang Zhen a while to recover, a handful of sugar mixed with glass shards in his heart, he was willing to eat even if it was hard to swallow, and at the same time he felt that Quan Wei was good in the eyes of a lover, and at the same time felt that such a good person It's really wicked for me to eat his tofu.

But Yang Zhen touched his conscience and said, he hoped that time could stay at this moment for a while longer.

As soon as the haze cleared, countless related and irrelevant people fell asleep, the world was clean, and the people he liked were also warm.

However, disturbing people are everywhere, the glass door of the police station was suddenly opened from the inside, and the two policemen who were on duty came out and saw two men hugging each other at the door. : "Hey you two, what are you doing blocking the door?"

Yang Zhen was knocked over by someone while eating tofu, guilty and embarrassed, he immediately let go, smiled awkwardly at the policeman but politely, took Quan Wei's arm and walked away.

Quan Wei is a typical case of evil: "Nothing, we lost contact before, just reunited, a little excited, comforting each other's wounded hearts is not enough?"

The policeman let out an "oh", this time speaking in a normal voice: "Then go back early if you have nothing to do, the wind is blowing and it's quite scratchy."

Heart still hurt - Yang Zhen listened to his nonsense, touched his swollen nose with his hand, thought about it in his heart, and found that their "lost contact" did not exceed 5 hours, which is indeed a bit touching.

Facing the night wind, the two went to the roadside to take a taxi. There were few cars in the middle of the night, and no one took the order after waiting for ten minutes. Yang Zhen was afraid that the phone would be turned off again, so he stuck it in his cuff and took it out to take a look at it after a while. .

He was dressed a little thinly, and his overcoat was not windproof, so he put his hands into the sleeves unconsciously.

Quan Wei was wearing a pullover hat and a sportswear made of space cotton. He put his hands in his pockets and stood with his back against the wind, feeling absolutely fearless.

When people are cold, even if they are not shrinking, they will be very stiff. Yang Zhen is frozen into a little old man with sleeves and hands, and he is still taking a taxi. No, I couldn't help but touch the back of my hand, then frowned and took the phone away.

The battery of the phone was still half a battery, Quan Wei raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Zhen, knowing that the reason why this person turned off the phone was not because the battery was out, he slipped Yang Zhenti to a place close to him to shield him from the wind, While bowing his head, he added a thank you fee to the software.

After adding the money, he raised his head and began to settle accounts: "Why do you turn off the phone in the middle of the night? If you don't turn it off, you will be under the covers, not freezing here."

Yang Zhen was pushed and moved around by him, his hands were empty, and he must cover them up according to the situation. He didn't have any heat in his pockets, but he had a little bit of heat in his heart, and he wanted to laugh and say: "I didn't turn it off, it's on its own." Freeze off."

Quan Wei thought critically, why is my phone not turned off?What kind of mobile phone is really used by someone.

He put Yang Zhen's mobile phone into his pocket, and then concluded like a big leader: "That's not bad, anyway, the result is that no one can be found."

Yang Zhen became angry, and the misunderstanding was resolved. It was easy to talk at the moment, and he was very active in admitting his mistakes. He half-closed his eyes and said as if begging for mercy: "I'm sorry, I made you... worry."

He originally wanted to say "worried", but felt that he might be being self-indulgent, so he changed his words temporarily.

"It's just two things." The feeling of not being able to find anyone is too bad, Quan Wei said in advance, "Anyway, I won't be able to find you next time if something happens, and I won't look for you in the future."

"No more," Yang Zhen promised, "I will check my phone more frequently in the future."

Quan Wei sighed, he didn’t really believe this, Yang Zhen really didn’t like holding his mobile phone, when he was at home he was either writing or squatting on the balcony cutting bonsai branches, his spare time life was closer to the 70s and [-]s, but people It's okay.

However, he thought about it for half the night and was a little resentful, so he had to slap a few words to express his inner dissatisfaction, so he said, "You haven't looked at your phone for 4 hours, are you still the successor of socialism?"

Yang Zhen's breath suddenly lightened, he knew that Quan Wei would never believe it, but the chance of confiding was too slim, he was unwilling to give up every chance, he hesitated for a long time before saying: "No, I... am not from your place people."

He spoke cautiously and earnestly, but Quan Wei still misunderstood it. Firstly, metaphysics of ghosts and ghosts is still regarded as absurd by science in this century, but no one dares to confirm whether it is high-dimensional science. The theory of wandering itself is the theme of this era. People are desperately trying to take root in the first-tier cities, but because they cannot settle down, they keep claiming that they are foreigners in the city.

Quan Wei thought he meant that he was from the Qingpiao family, and said without seriousness: "You can be from anywhere, the key point is that you have to do as the Romans do."

Yang Zhen pretended to agree and nodded, but felt a little bit bitter in his heart. It is simple to say, but it is difficult for him.

After all, Quan Wei is still an injured patient. The doctor told him to lie down as much as possible, but he stood here for almost half an hour just waiting for the bus. Yang Zhen said worriedly: "You just walk around like this, can your lumbar spine bear it? Standing still hurts." It doesn't hurt, or would you lie on my back?"

This man's nosebleeds are as big as a fountain, how dare Quan Wei lie on his back, this bad idea must be rejected, but Yang Zhen's eyes look clear and bright from this angle, the pupils are covered with a layer of deep amber , looking at people intently, his gaze is as soft as a cat, Quan Wei's tone couldn't help softening a little, he said, "It doesn't hurt now."

It will always pass now, Yang Zhen said a little guiltyly: "I will give you a hot compress when I go back, to get rid of the cold."

Quan Wei was stabbed badly yesterday, and he just wanted to forget about it in the short term. He just wanted to say no, but suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Yang Zhen why he didn't answer the phone.

He has always been unwilling to be wronged, so he said bluntly: "When you called me last night, I was getting an injection, and the phone was not allowed there. It was not my intention. Anyway, you will remember it later, and you can't contact me. If so, just wait for my call back."

"Okay," Yang Zhen blinked his eyes in agreement, and said from the bottom of his heart, "The acupuncture feels quite curative."

Quan Wei showed an unbearable expression: "Don't mention it."

Yang Zhen: "What's wrong?"

Quan Wei looked indifferent: "That's not a needle, it's an iron rod."

The meaning is that the needle is a bit thick. Yang Zhen didn’t see the eye of the needle for the time being, so he didn’t know his heart ached.

Quan Wei was in pain, but he agreed with this reason, so he ended the topic with silence.

After about 5 minutes, someone finally took the order. When the car arrived, Quan Wei saw that the driver was still the one who brought him here, and he took the initiative to greet him: "I got someone."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Zhen outside, unexpectedly, the "true love" that the young man didn't refute was a man.

Quan Wei got into the back seat, surprised by the fate, smiled and said, "It's you again."

The master flipped up the "Empty Car" sign and said with a smile, "I thought you couldn't get a taxi, so you didn't dare to go far. You filled up some gas at the gas station ahead. When you heard there was an order here, you turned around and came back."

This is a honest and kind-hearted old driver. Quan Wei has no cigarettes on him. He fumbles in Yang Zhen's trouser pocket without saying hello. Yang Zhen doesn't smoke much, but he usually has 10 anti-pressurized flat cigarettes when he has to entertain clients. box.

The hand stuck to the leg without warning, and was still groping in the pocket. Yang Zhen was startled, and reflexively covered the pocket with his hand.

Quan Wei was touching the cigarette case, some fingers were bent and some were opened, when he suddenly pressed them with his hand, some fingers twisted and poked on Yang Zhen's leg, it didn't matter if it didn't hurt, the problem was Quan Wei Before his hand reached into his pocket, Yang Zhen's slap smacked down and landed right on the back of Quan Wei's hand.

For a moment, the two of them had their own ulterior motives, Quan Wei felt that his hands were as cold as ice cubes, while Yang Zhen felt like an indecent pervert, and subjectively, he still didn't really want to let go.

However, the ancients were thin-skinned and shallow-blooded. Yang Zhen not only couldn't play hooligans, but also took away his hands as if he had been scalded, clenched his fists before the warm touch disappeared, and said with a nonchalant smile: "You want to steal What? I'll get it for you."

Quan Wei's middle finger had already touched a hard metal lump, and he said while touching it, "Stealing Cigarettes, we've found them."

Yang Zhen endured the itching and didn't move. He was very grateful to the long johns. After all, it blocked a layer of "injury". The senses of temperature and strength were much duller, and it was able to keep the gentleman's body still.

Quan Wei gave the driver a cigarette, it was an ordinary thing, the master thanked him and took it, hanging it by his ear and did not dare to smoke it in the car.

The car drove smoothly through the sleeping city. The air conditioner was not turned on in the car, and the temperature was slightly higher than outside, but it was not much better. On the way, Yang Zhen rubbed his hands because his hands were stiff, and Quan Wei, who was dozing with his head up, suddenly woke up. Tucked his left wrist under his armpit, and then seemed to fall asleep again.

Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed because of the temperature on the outside of the back of his left hand. He lay back on the back of his chair and looked out the window. Every street lamp passing by looked like the sun.

The master still ended the billing 1 kilometer ahead of time. Yang Zhen said goodbye to him in front of the gate of the community, and then was pushed to the other side by Quan Wei, and returned home with his right hand between his arms.

The figure on the ground was very long, as if he was holding Quan Wei's arm.

It’s past 2 o’clock when I got home, but I’m still not at peace. Yang Zhen’s nosebleeds have stopped, but they have ebbed and flowed, and his eyes are swollen again. The upper eyelids are swollen twice, and there are patches of earthy gray around the eye circles. Bruises, if left alone, I don't know what the hell it will look like when I wake up tomorrow.

"Go to sleep," Yang Zhen said while opening Baidu, typing keywords into the box, what should I do if my eyes are swollen and bruised.

Quan Wei's waist is still recovering, he can sleep a lot during the day, so he doesn't cherish the night so much, he has more experience with bruises, he went home and went to the kitchen and threw three eggs into the pot, and then went back to the bedroom to change clothing.

Yang Zhen sat on the sofa, the stack of documents on the coffee table facing him had disappeared, he smiled, and was stabbed in the heart by Quan Wei's silent and deep thoughtfulness.

Then it was said on the Internet that you can peel and roll hot boiled eggs for eyes that are swollen. Yang Zhen ran to the kitchen and found that the pot was already boiled, and suddenly he felt a feeling of nothing to repay.

But maybe for Quan Wei, it's just a trivial matter, so it's too much to repay him with his body.

Yang Zhen put his hand over the steam escaping from the edge of the pot lid, and felt that his mind was like the water in the pot, from calm to boiling, and finally unable to hold back.

The eggs were lightly boiled, but the wound was rubbed by Yang Zhen himself. He was busy in the living room clumsily, not knowing that the people in the master bedroom listened to his tossing and did not sleep.

Quan Wei is introspecting, or it can be said that he is reminiscing.

His rhythm today is obviously not right, with the return of the needle as the boundary, the first half is no different from usual, but after that, he has been nervous until now.

Really nervous, heart pounding kind of.

When he came home, he found that Yang Zhen was not there. He was a little anxious. He called n times and no one answered. He was a little panicked. He couldn't sleep because he didn't come back. He was a little worried. Seeing him injured in the police station, he really wanted to beat Wu Jie up. After a meal, then...

Later, Yang Zhen came to hug him. Although he was like a pincer, he still had the idea of ​​stretching his arms, so why did he lift it up?

Of course I hugged him.

And in the taxi, when Yang Zhen put his hand on the back of his hand by mistake, Quan Wei obviously felt his heart beat heavily.

The author has something to say: Quan Wei: For the dignity of modern people, the initiative cannot be given to Xiao Huang.