Street office where the wind lives

"That is to say, you are now a homeless tramp? Oh, it seems that the leadership's care came in a timely manner, poor boy."

Each of Luan Zhou's three large suitcases weighed half a person. Old Fukang's stomach was bleeding from the stretch, and the lid of the trunk couldn't be closed no matter what. As soon as he ran, he flew up and down with the rhythm of the night wind.

As for why he dragged the box all over the street, before Luan Zhou could explain, Wei Nanfeng made a good guess.

"Did you get kicked out by the landlord for not being in arrears with the rent? I said Comrade Luan Zhou, that's really weird. Am I a pickpocket? If you open your mouth and ask me to advance my salary, will I lose a piece of meat? If I leave early I haven't met you in 2 minutes, which bridge are you planning to go to tonight to grab territory with the elders of the beggar gang?"

It's not that Luan Zhou didn't think about asking Wei Nanfeng to accommodate him before, but he really couldn't save his damn face, so he gave up.

Sitting in this antique car from the last century that depends on thoughts to cool down now, there is actually a sense of belonging like having a family, and even Wei Nanfeng's nagging has become very friendly.

"Let the leader bother, thank you for picking me up."

Wei Nanfeng choked on his official tone, and the wheel just flew a small stone, wiped the direction, and hummed the words out of his nose,

"The leader made a unilateral decision. From now on, you will live in the small courtyard. You will be given food and lodging at the unit. I will issue you a certificate of love and dedication as a good comrade. Do you think this arrangement is satisfactory?"

Luan Zhou didn't expect Wei Nanfeng to even think about where he would live, so he was flattered.He has always been a contemporary cautious and independent young man who advocates "doing his own things by himself". He always subconsciously rejects the help of others, not only afraid of troublesome others, but also afraid that someone will trouble himself with the favor owed in the future.

"Thank you, leader!" After a brief shock, he said his thanks in a few words, and silently kept this kindness in his heart, telling himself that if he came out to mess around, he would have to pay it back sooner or later.

Wei Nanfeng was so polite that he was too embarrassed to reprimand him, so he drove with a dull head.It is completely different from the old ox plowing the field when he came here. On the way back, the old Fukang flew close to the ground all the way, and slipped into the alley of Wuyi Road.

The layout of the office is from inside to outside, and the backyard separated by itself is an inaccessible peach blossom garden, which is quite comfortable in a winding path leading to a secluded place.

When he ran away last time, he was so embarrassed that he didn't pay attention at all. This time, even people and luggage had to be moved in. Luan Zhou rubbed his hands and secretly looked forward to it.

However, as soon as he opened the secret door, he was dizzy from the aroma of the tree. D University is famous for the scent of the heather tree. There are two rows of trees planted on both sides of Yingbin Road on the campus. Unexpectedly, Wei Nanfeng fell in love with him. The year-old headmaster had a taste, and a heather tree rose from the ground in the courtyard. The smell that cannot be ignored flew freely in the night wind, making people's hearts flutter.

"Woo~~~" A small train roared past in Luan Zhou's mind, he frowned, and secretly took a look at Wei Nanfeng, guessing that he really didn't know, or planted it on purpose.The other party let him peek openly, turned his head and bared his big white teeth, with a pure face.

Luan Zhou: ...

After the identification, a wolf with a big tail in sheep's clothing.

The three suitcases stuffed the hut to the brim, and every step I took was like playing minesweeper, picking up corners and cracks.Wei Nanfeng jumped out "seeing the needle", wiped the sweat from his brow, and shouted into the room: "It's too late, take out the daily necessities, and clean up the rest tomorrow! I'm leaving first, you go to bed early."

Luan Zhou was blocked by boxes full of gear, he agreed through the door, and when he heard footsteps gradually going away, Wei Nanfeng should leave.

He was used to sleeping in the harsh sound environment of the tube building, and suddenly changed to a quiet place, and the old problem that he hadn't committed for a long time actually came back, and he suffered from insomnia.

Turning on the computer, I remembered that today's story hadn't been updated yet. I tapped on the keyboard for a while, and then deleted all of them. I ran out of inspiration—as soon as I typed, I thought of Wei Nanfeng, hell.

It is better not to write this kind of facial makeup works, not to mention that since Wei Nanfeng, a hardcore fan who loves comments, has been added to his readers, the writing style has indeed improved a lot.

Luan Zhou stood up and stretched, and moved to the bookcase step by step, wanting to see what Director Wei, who loves the party and works hard, usually looks at, maybe it is the concept of reform and development.

There are neat rows of books in the bookcase, which is quite normal. There are common classics, novels, and various dictionaries as thick as bricks. On the second floor from the front, there is a photo frame with very beautiful patterns. Complicated, not like a style that men would like.

Luan Zhou's curiosity came out again, and he tiptoed to take it out like a thief. This is an old photo from the 90s. A woman is holding a small meat ball that is not round in midwinter. The background should be a park.The woman's clothing and makeup are very particular, like a Hong Kong movie actress, with flaming red lips, big wavy curls, short and medium skirts, black stockings and red high heels, she doesn't look like a fucking child at all.If it wasn't for the fact that the little meat ball in his arms had seven points of similarity to hers, Luan Zhou would have suspected that the child was picked up.

He could recognize that this was Wei Nanfeng when he was a child. This person's natural optimism has not changed since he was a child. His eyes are clear and bottomless, like two round obsidian, carrying the infinite longing for this unknown world.

Luan Zhou was suddenly blessed, and stretched out his hand out of nowhere, wanting to touch that person through the photo frame, to breathe the air he had breathed, in a trance, as long as his steps were fast enough to let the air flow through the tip of his nose, he would be able to chase them back Every summer before meeting.

"That's my mother."

He was imagining the photos like an idiot, when suddenly someone made a noise, his hand slipped in fright, and the photo frame went into free fall.

Fortunately, Wei Nanfeng intercepted him in time and in the air, avoiding the fate of being torn apart. Luan Zhou stood there helplessly, his face flushed all the way to the base of his neck, his shoulders looked like a boiled tomato, and he was still steaming.

Wei Nanfeng lowered his head and snickered, and put the photo frame back into his hand as if nothing happened, "Didn't you think that Yushu is facing the wind, and I grew up eating cute and suave?"

Luan Zhou wondered why he has become more and more shameless recently, narcissistic and coquettish, buy one get one free, pouring into his ears all day long.Instead, the embarrassing atmosphere was dissipated at once, and Luan Zhou started to look at the photos again aboveboard, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Your father must have saved the Milky Way in his previous life."

Wei Nanfeng was particularly satisfied with his evaluation. The implication was that he had such a good-looking wife and son, including him. Little comrades are always so cryptic when they praise others.

Luan Zhou wiped the dust off the glass, put the photo frame back in place, and suddenly remembered, and asked, "I only heard you mentioned your father, where is your mother?"

The expression on Wei Nanfeng's face obviously froze for a moment, and it could even be said that he was a bit secretive. Luan Zhou was in a bad mood, so it could be that which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted.

In the next second, the conjecture seemed to be confirmed. Wei Nanfeng rubbed the green beard on his chin, and said with a wry smile, "This...it's really hard to say."

It's over!Luan Zhou wanted to cut off his own tongue and soak in wine, how could he expose his scars tonight.Completely opposite to Wei Nanfeng, he has had a special skill since he was a child, he can always order the worst food when he enters a new restaurant, he will always be hit by a ball when he walks in the playground, and he will always run into his ex when he goes out without washing his hair. The child cried loudly.Anyway, he just didn't want to do anything, the blood of the non-chieftain was pure and deep, and even the fortune teller said that he was ordered to commit the lone star of Tiansha, and he ran away without accepting the money.

"Just...Actually, it's fine if mom isn't around. Look at my Ms. Sang Ting, she's still an older married girl, she usually doesn't go well, and if she dares not coax her, she'll blow up and make a fuss." Luan Zhou He can't comfort people, and no one has ever comforted him. Scratching his ears and holding back such a sentence, it sounds lame and ridiculous.

Suddenly, Wei Nanfeng shrugged his shoulders uncontrollably, Luan Zhou was startled, and quickly pulled him away with both hands.

"Pfft—hahahahaha..." Damn, this guy is actually laughing!

Luan Zhou pushed it away like a hot hand: "Virtue, I thought..."

Wei Nanfeng almost lost sight of his smile, stretched out his hand to grab his arm, and said out of breath, "Little comrade, your comforting words are quite unique."

Luan Zhou threw him away: "Stay here!" Suddenly remembered, "Eh? Why did you come back? Didn't you just sleep for the supervisor? I'm free!"

Wei Nanfeng slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot." He took out a golden and unidentified object from his pocket, "I just walked to the intersection, and remembered that I forgot to ask you what you want to eat tomorrow morning. I was about to make a phone call, but the battery was dead. Anyway, it’s not a few steps away, so I wanted to come and ask you in person.”

Luan Zhou's attention was still focused on the golden lump, he didn't listen to what he said, and his face was full of inconceivable, "What the hell is this???"

"Ah? This, a mobile phone!"

As Wei Nanfeng said, he handed it to Luan Zhou, holding the heavy piece in his hand, which brought back all his summer vacation memories before junior high school: Acorn International, only 998, Gionee Smart Voice King, super long standby time, domineering appearance, Give you the most distinguished president experience!

Luan Zhou: "... How many surprises are you hiding in your body? Don't stay in the office, you are too talented. The Bureau of Cultural Relics lacks talents like you!"

Wei Nanfeng heard that Luan Zhou was playing tricks on his veteran cadres, he couldn't keep up with the trend, and he didn't care too much, he spread his hands wildly: "In your eyes, it may be a brick, but it has a different meaning to me."

Luan Zhou curled his lips in disgust: "What's the difference? Did you buy it with your first salary?"

Wei Nanfeng was surprised: "How do you know? And it's very loud! The standby time is really long, even though it just ran out of battery, the last time I charged it was a month ago."

Luan Zhou rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache.Throwing that heavy brick back into Wei Nanfeng's arms, he felt that the two of them didn't live in the same world at all, and they couldn't communicate except eating, drinking and working.

The pendulum clock on the wall popped up at the right time, and a bird kept cuckooing. It was twelve o'clock, "Happy across the sky", Luan Zhou said, "Director Wei, why don't you go back to rest? Did you forget your biological clock for middle-aged and elderly people?" Clockwork?"

Wei Nanfeng let out a "tsk" and yawned cooperatively. He was really not sleepy, but there was really no reason to hold back any longer. "Okay, what's for breakfast? I'll leave after that."

Deep-fried fried dough sticks, pancakes and fruits are considered unhealthy, and soy milk and eight-treasure porridge with too much sugar, he said, are too much sugar.Luan Zhou really didn't know the meaning of asking him, he had no choice at all, "You can figure it out, I can squeeze my nose and pour it in."

After all the questions were asked, Wei Nanfeng still didn't move, leaning on the bookcase with straight eyebrows.The soft and warm light from the desk lamp penetrated the messy furnishings in the room, giving Luan Zhou a few wisps of smoke and fire. He looked slightly dazed, and that strange feeling grew in his heart again.

"Can't you sleep?" He suddenly asked without thinking.

Luan Zhou was a little uncomfortable under his scorching gaze, walked to the bedside and sat down on the same hand: "Ah... I used to suffer from habitual insomnia, but it has improved a lot in the past two years. Tired." Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, he frantically waved his hands: "Oh it's not that, it's just habits, sex, and long-term insomnia!"

"Hiss—" He almost bit his tongue in the middle of speaking: Why did you suddenly explain it? Most people don't even think about it!usual?Enema?Fuck... I hope Wei Nanfeng doesn't understand!

But it was too late, Wei Nanfeng's heart twitched, as if something had exploded, a numb feeling was like an electric current running through his body, and an answer was ready to come out in his chest.

Could it be... Luan Zhou is also...?

He didn't dare to think about it, he took a few steps forward tentatively, stopped at the distance of only one fist between the two of them, squatted down, looked into Luan Zhou's eyes: "Go to sleep, I will see you sleep again Walk."

The little deer on Luan Zhou's chest, which had already turned into a vicissitudes man with a cigarette, suddenly slammed into his chest with a bang, and the furry antlers touched his soft nerves, as if saying: This man is very good, brother, let him live Come in, do you want me to make room for him?