Street office where the wind lives

Maybe Wei Nanfeng is too old-fashioned in talking and dressing. Luan Zhou almost forgot that he is also a vigorous male creature, and he is also a handsome guy. There was a group of crazy bees and butterflies chasing after him, and his attainments in certain things might be deeper than that of a clubbing boy like him.

Wei Nanfeng didn't know that he had a little bit of mischief in his heart. Seeing that the little comrade almost made the beef balls boil, and the little Director Wei who had just finished his yellow accent hated that the iron could not be made of steel, so he smashed his mouth,

"Young man, the window period is too long. If you have nothing to do, find a girlfriend to nourish yourself. What kind of innocence has become, you can choke on it." After speaking, he pulled the stick of beef balls out of his mouth , opened the milk tea, and stuffed the straw back into his mouth, "Drink something cold to beat the fire."

Holding the milk tea in one hand, Luan Zhou sucked it slowly, and continued to circle the question just now in his mind. In retrospect, he has known Wei Nanfeng for so long, and he can blend in with the surroundings wherever he goes, like a male peacock with its tail open, but not I've seen no one get very close to him, especially girls, almost no one... For a mature man with hormones, this is a bit unscientific.

Is it possible...

"Director Wei, do you have a girlfriend?"

Wei Nanfeng paused for a moment with his long, square-footed legs, and his eyebrows were a little inseparable. He didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, and he said honestly: "No".

In fact, Luan Zhou regretted what he said. He felt that he was too lenient, but he wanted to know the answer. The contradiction became a knot. After hearing that there was no answer, he was inexplicably relieved, and joked casually: "You still talk about me, why don't you tell me?" one?"

Wei Nanfeng's sexual orientation is male. It's not a secret in Wuyi Road. It's just that although he doesn't shy away from it, he doesn't deliberately bring it up. Occasionally, he just laughs it off when he meets grandparents who want to solve life's major issues for him. Said: "Uncle/Auntie, I still don't like women." As time passed, everyone knew it by heart, and no one mentioned it again.

But for Luan Zhou, he was not sure. Although the other party seemed to be dying casually, even if Wei Nanfeng said he didn't like humans now, he would accept it without blinking an eye.

But Wei Nanfeng was still nervous, just like when he came out to his parents back then, only people who cherished him would feel that way, and he was afraid that a little change would disappoint them.

"Director Wei? Is this difficult to answer?" Luan Zhou didn't wait for a long time to reply, thinking that he had stepped on someone's minefield, and his heart tightened, so it turns out... no way.

"Oh! I understand. Well, you don't have to say it. Don't worry, I won't spread it."

Wei Nanfeng didn't know, so he said, "??? Ah???"

Luan Zhou glanced at the pedestrians passing by, raised his index finger to his lips and made a gesture of silence, with a face full of knowing, nodding his head.

After a long time, he couldn't help but said, "I didn't expect Director Wei that you looked so strong and strong, but... well, forget it, everyone is a man, and I won't laugh at you in the future."

Wei Nanfeng was stunned, knowing where he was going: "You know what!!!"

But it's useless to explain again, Luan Zhou attributed it to hidden disease and became angry after being exposed, and still kept assuring him that no third person would know about today's matter.

Wei Nanfeng suddenly wanted to turn him upside down, to see what was going on in his head, and why his brain circuits were always different from ordinary people.

Crazy stuffed his mouthful of fried chicken, didn't want to chase Luan Zhou that much for the time being, and didn't want to have an in-depth discussion on the street on the question of "whether he can do it or not",

"I'll prove it to you later when I have a chance."

He threw it back angrily, and the empty plastic bottle spun around the edge of the trash bin three times, before it went into the hole with regret.

"Ye~ho! Congratulations to No. [-] player Wei Nanfeng for completing a beautiful three-point dunk. This exciting moment will be recorded in the history of the Chinese men's basketball team..."

Luan Zhou: ...

I was wrong, this person is not a mature man at all.

Having just completed a feat in front of Luan Zhou, Wei Nanfeng felt much better, and clasped his shoulder proudly: "It's getting late, come back, I'll see you off."

Luan Zhou smiled and shook his head, wanting to decline. He didn't know which nerve Wei Nanfeng had stimulated. He saw his feet "snap" together, standing in a T-step compasses, with his hands clasped on one side, revealing eight Big white teeth, like the counterfeit version of Miss Yingbin - a supermarket promotion girl, winked at Luanzhou: "Sir, I am Xiao Wei, your driver. Didi is safe and reliable. You sit on it." , I move by myself."

"Pfft——" Luan Zhou spit out all the pearl milk tea, as if seeing a ghost: "Are you drunk from drinking?"

"Hahahahahaha" Wei Nanfeng was very happy at this moment, with a smile on his lips, he pulled Luan Zhou's wrist and dragged him to the parking lot behind the school.

The closer you get to the end of the street, the fewer stalls there are, and the light is very dim. Only the street lights on the side of the street flicker from time to time, and the lighting effect is basically the same as the voice-activated lights in the corridor-it doesn't turn on when you shout.

Luan Zhou's wrist was a little hot from being held by Wei Nanfeng, and he subconsciously wanted to break free, but the person in front suddenly turned around, Luan Zhou didn't stop the car, and hit a hard object on his forehead with a bang.

"Hiss—" Wei Nanfeng rubbed his chin in pain, and opened his mouth to check his old teeth: "Little comrade, you have practiced iron head skills."

Luan Zhou was so focused on running like a god, with a ghost in his heart, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Cough, I was distracted, I didn't expect you to stop suddenly."

"It's here!" Wei Nanfeng pointed to the sparse parking lot and felt that the little comrade was talking about it today, so he sighed and said, "Let's go, let me show you the leader's top-level car."

"When did you get a car?" Luan Zhou was a little surprised. He had never seen Wei Nanfeng drive a car. He usually just strolls to work. At most, he can ride a Mobike in a hurry. His life is low-carbon and environmentally friendly. , has nothing to do with the white-collar elites who come and go by car every day. I didn't expect that they also have cars.

"My dad gave it to me. I don't usually need it." Wei Nanfeng said as he took out the car key and pressed it. A car blinked not far away, and its headlights shot two lights in the dark night.

He led Luan Zhou to him, and slapped the hood of the car proudly: "Get in the car!"

An old-fashioned Fukang from the 80s was huddled in the small parking space closest to the wall. In order to add a touch of style to its retro appearance, a sign of Fujiwara's tofu shop was pasted on the door outside the driver's seat. It seems a bit self-indulgent.

The corners of Luan Zhou's mouth twitched, his feet seemed to be on the ground, and he worked hard for a long time before he regained the language function that was suddenly lost.

"This is your car??" The voice rose an octave as soon as it exited.

"Tsk... put away your disgusting expression, please, it will be very sad if you do this." Wei Nanfeng looked at his "car" and made a crying face of grievance.

"It's a hallucination." Luan Zhou rubbed his eyes, then opened them again. Beverly was still standing there with straight eyebrows.It didn’t disappear until his eyeballs almost popped out and was replaced by a Maserati,

"Okay," he took a deep breath and reluctantly accepted the reality, "Where did your dad get it? The State Administration of Cultural Heritage? Or the Cultural Heritage Memorial Hall?"

"Is it that simple..." Wei Nanfeng was amused by his exaggerated expression, and he also had doubts about the origin of this car, "Go back and ask the old man.

Unlocking the car door with a finger, Luan Zhou condescendingly sat in the passenger seat, still unable to believe it: "Is this car really not yet at the end of its lifespan? It has been out of production for more than ten years."

"Tsk, I haven't had a driver's license for ten years!" Wei Nanfeng honked the horn, and the old Fukang let out a miserable shriek, as if eager to prove to him that he was growing old.

Luan Zhou stopped thinking about any safety issues, so as not to be tempted to jump out of the car later.Looking around the interior environment, as expected, it was dilapidated, and praised sincerely: "It really looks the same."

Closing his eyes in resignation, "Go, Pikachu, to Luyuan Community."

Wei Nanfeng watched him put on his seat belt as if death was at home, and he felt a sense of mission that the two of them would live and die together, "Come on, sit tight!"

With one foot on the accelerator, the whole body bowed backwards, arched out like an old cow, and set off towards the goal with a cough and a crack.

Luan Zhou leaned his head against the window, watching the taxis, electric cars, and bicycles speeding past outside... Sighing, he was driving in low-speed flight mode, and did not comment on the speed of this old scooter, and simply leaned on the Close your eyes on the back of the chair and meditate.

The usual 10-[-]-minute journey by bus took me an hour, including a leader who deliberately drove slowly for selfish reasons. The old Fukang, who was originally unable to speed up, was almost idling on the road because there was no traffic police patrolling at night. drive.

When he arrived at the gate of the community, Luan Zhou had already fallen asleep on his seat.The nostrils fluttered slightly, and the eyelashes trembled slightly with the steady breathing. The moonlight outside the car window cast a layer of shadow under the eyelids.

Wei Nanfeng stared at him for a while, feeling that he was a bit abnormal, so he patted his cheek to wake up, leaned down, and gently unfastened Luan Zhou's seat belt.

The old Fukang is really old, and many functions have degenerated to the level of primitive people. For example, after the seat belt is opened, it will not retract by itself, and it must be manually pulled a little bit by hand.The co-pilot is usually taken by Mr. Wei. The old man imagines that he has a pair of long legs that cannot be rested on. The seat is adjusted very far back. Wei Nanfeng has to push his body to the lowest position to get to the side of the car door.

He was afraid of waking Luan Zhou up with too much movement, so he could only operate it with one hand, and the space was limited, so he finally stuffed it all in. He felt a sharp jerk from the person under him, and turned his head subconsciously, just in time to meet Luan Zhou's wide-open eyes. Huge eyes.

The atmosphere was a little awkward...

"..."

"What are you doing???"

"Would you believe me if I said, put on your seat belt?"

"... What do you say?"

"Really, how do I explain you to..."

Luan Zhou took a deep breath,

"...Please get off me first!"

"Ah... oh... good"

The air conditioner in the car has long since come to an end. It all depends on the physical cooling of the driver and the driver. I haven’t felt it on the road. hot sweating.

There was a strange silence in the carriage, and only the rapid breathing of each other could be heard. The smell of poor-quality leather mixed with sweat stuck to the respiratory tract, making the mouth dry.

"you arrived"

"Then I will go first"

After a while, the two spoke almost at the same time, and then both stopped and waited for the other to speak first,

"I'm really bothering Director Wei today, I won't be late again tomorrow, good night!"

While Luan Zhou was speaking, he put his hand on the doorknob. Before he could hear the words, the man had already fled, like a wild rabbit, and rushed into the security office within a few steps.

Wei Nanfeng saw his bouncing figure disappear behind a bungalow, felt a sense of loss for no reason, and turned on the radio casually. The piercing signal tone mixed with melodious classical music hit his ears. This is a late-night reading. In the column, the host's pretentiously deep voice sounded very pretentious, and he read it like a collection of poems by an unknown author, with literary and hypocritical sentences.

"It's like old friends at first sight, and I'm so happy. I ran into your eyes and disappeared into the crowd..."

"Heh, I bumped into your eyes..."

Wei Nanfeng followed suit silently, and Luan Zhou's face suddenly appeared in his mind. With a sneer, he immediately stopped fantasizing, feeling that he was very nervous, and planned to turn off the late-night radio station that was still rambling, and go down to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

As soon as he got out of the car, he froze.

Comrade Luan Zhou, who had just run away without a trace just now, was dragging three big suitcases and walking towards the main road panting, his thin figure looked even more disfigured under the cold moonlight.

When he reacted, Wei Nanfeng had already got into the car, started the accelerator and bounced out with a bang.

Luan Zhou piled the suitcases on the side of the road, sat cross-legged on it, and was hesitating whether to wave to stop the car. At this moment, an old antique flew over from the direction of the gate and stabbed him in front of him.

The car window rolled down slowly, revealing a familiar face inside, and the person in the driver's seat smiled at him: "Hey sir, I'm Xiao Wei, your substitute driver."

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