hang out

The guests tend to be lazy when they come. They order takeaway for dinner, and the packaging boxes are left on the coffee table in the living room. Whether they are chatting, dazed or playing with their mobile phones, it is so natural. This is an old friend.

Song Fan works as HR in a Fortune [-] company in other places, and he only has two weeks off at the end of each year. Like Zou Jing, his family is in the provincial capital, and he could go there directly, but he has to turn a corner every time to see him.

"One of the two children who had dinner today is your new love."

Zou Jing moved his gaze from the phone screen to Song Fan's smiling face: "The word Xinhuan is really ugly."

"Ugly sounds doesn't mean it's not true," Song Fan continued, "It's the slightly taller one, right?"

Zou Jing nodded: "The eyes are not bad."

"I feel that if you choose, it will be easier to choose another long-spirited and handsome man who looks reliable. Why, change your taste?"

"You sound awkward, it sounds like I'm being promiscuous."

Song Fan shrugged: "Yes, yes, you are different from me."

"It's good to know," Zou Jing continued, "What about you, is anyone here?"

"There are people, but they are not fixed."

"Like your personality."

"The main reason is that life in the metropolis is fast-paced and too busy. Everyone is busy, busy making money, busy surviving, and everything is changing rapidly. It is difficult for people to get along with each other. Too many relationships are based on what they need. How should I put it, our group in society has indeed become bigger, but it is even more difficult to find true love. You can have fun, but almost no one really wants to live together." Song Fan put Zou Jing on the shoulder and sighed, "We Dear Comrade Zou Jing, teaching in this small place with double doctorates is too much of a talent, have you ever thought about leaving here to do something else, with your qualifications, you can enjoy yourself wherever you go.”

After Zou Jing was silent, he said, "I haven't thought about it."

"For your handsome boy?"

"What nonsense, I like stability and don't like to make troubles, and it's not like you don't know."

Song Fan smiled: "But I also have to remind you, even if he cares about you now, he will grow up a little bit more, he has a long way to go, we are all people who have experienced it, and we know the pain of heartbreak, the older you get, the more you grow up. Da Yue can't take it anymore."

Zou Jing didn't know whether he listened to it or not. He slid his finger on the screen of his mobile phone, looking at the selfie with the dog in the snow just posted by Zhaoyu in Moments. long.

He wouldn't know how excited the boy who was standing in the yard two miles away was from the like he just clicked.

You Zhaoyu hugged the second brother's head and rubbed it vigorously: "Ah, he liked me, he liked me!"

He added Zou Jing as a friend two days ago with Zou Jing's mobile phone. The man said he didn't play those things, so he said that he should be added too. Important people should be on the friend list.

When he was squatting there training his second brother to pick up the tennis ball he threw, the doorbell rang.

Usually, few people come to their house, and the nannies, drivers, and cleaners all have keys, and no one is stupid enough to ask them to open the door.

Turning around and going back to the house, he pressed the answer button at the door, and seeing a strange boy about his age standing on the screen, he asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The boy smiled and said, "I'll find you."

"Find me?"

"I'm Cheng Fang, you don't know me anymore?"

You Zhaoyu hurriedly pressed the door open button after saying "ah", and then trotted to meet the gate.

Cheng Fang said through the slowly opened door: "This villa area is like a maze. Every house has a similar layout. Your house's door plate is even peeled off. I walked around twice but couldn't find it."

"Oh my God, let me see," You Zhaoyu looked at Cheng Fang with a smile, "It's really you, the change is big enough, I still don't believe what Ah Zheng said."

"I've seen Yan Zizheng before, so I came to see you, the land given by Grandpa Yan..."

Cheng Fang's words were swallowed back in fright by the pounced dog, and he bounced and hid aside.

You Zhaoyu grabbed the second elder brother and said to Cheng Fang: "Don't be afraid, it doesn't bite. This stupid dog kisses everyone, even if a thief comes, it probably has to wag its tail to welcome it."

When the second elder brother went to roll in the snow, Zhaoyu led Cheng Fang into the door.

You Gang, who was listening to the news in the living room, turned around to see a child he didn't know, and was a little taken aback.

"Hello, Uncle." Cheng Fang greeted politely.

"Dad, this Cheng Fang is the one who always played with me and Yan Zizheng when we were young."

You Gang: "Is he Cheng Zhenhong's son?"

Cheng Fang smiled and nodded: "Yes, uncle has a really good memory."

"Oh, your parents are amazing, where are they developing now?"

You Zhaoyu: "Dad, stop asking questions, we're going upstairs."

"Go ahead, have fun."

You Zhaoyu whispered to Cheng Fang as he went upstairs: "My dad always thinks how old I am, and every time Yan Zizheng comes, he will let us have fun, as if we are afraid that we will fight."

Cheng Fang looked at the indoor layout: "Your house is really big, where is Auntie, not at home?"

Yu Zhaoyu stopped in his footsteps, shook his hands, and said in a casual and unfamiliar tone, "She remarried a few years ago."

Cheng Fang hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm not..."

"Are you staying abroad? You have to apologize first for everything. If there is anything you're sorry for, just take a look. I'll call Yan Zizheng over here, and the three of us go out to play."

"I went to their house when I came, but he wasn't there."

"Aren't you at home? Wait a minute, I'll call him. "

The car had been driving for two hours, and Yan Zizheng didn't feel tired from standing. Lin Jinglei tried to give him a seat several times, but he held him down.

When the man was about to get up again, he still held it down: "I'm not tired, just sit down."

Lin Jinglei rolled his eyes: "Fuck, I'm going to the bathroom."

Only then did Yan Zizheng take his hand away, and let Lin Jinglei go out, then sat down and put the two schoolbags on his lap.

After sitting firmly, his legs were greatly relaxed. When he was paralyzed there to feel the feeling of sitting, the phone in his pocket rang.

Seeing that it was Zhaoyu who called, he guessed that he had to rescue some idiot again.

"Where are you?"

Yan Zizheng: "What's the matter?"

"Come out to play, Cheng Fang is here."

Yan Zizheng said after a pause, "I'm not at home."

"I know you're not at home, I heard what he said, then you can go directly to my house or we can choose a place to gather for a while."

Yan Zizheng had no choice but to say, "When I'm not at home, I'm out of town."

"I'll go, where have you been? Where is your father?"

"Well, hang up first, let's talk when we go back."

It took Lin Jinglei a long time to go to the toilet. There are two common sense situations, one is that there are many people in line, and the other is that he went to the tub.But no, he deliberately didn't go back after going to the toilet, Yan Zizheng would only sit if he wasn't in the seat, otherwise he wouldn't sit down anyway.

Seeing that the person didn't come back for a long time, when Yan Zizheng looked for him, he saw the person wandering in the corridor near the toilet like a ghost.

"Did you go or not?"

Lin Jinglei replied: "No, we have to wait a while, there are people inside."

"Are you in a hurry?" Yan Zizheng asked, "Do you want to go to the next carriage to see?"

"Not urgent."

"Then I'll wait with you?"

"Why do you accompany everything, no need, you go back."

Yan Zizheng looked at Lin Jinglei's absent-minded eyes, and smiled: "I said, you have been there."

Lin Jinglei turned his head and looked over: "Who said that?"

Yan Zizheng continued: "Isn't the paper towel you are clutching in your hand taken out in the toilet after washing your hands and not thrown away?"

"Damn, you're a detective," Lin Jinglei glanced at the ball of paper he was playing with in his hand, looked up and said, "It's over."

"Then why don't you go back?" Yan Zizheng walked over while talking, the carriage was shaking, but he walked steadily, "Let me guess, you want me to sit on the seat?"

"Fart," Lin Jinglei said, throwing the ball of paper, "I'm just tired of sitting and want to move around."

The corner of Yan Zizheng's mouth curled up, and he dragged the person back: "Go back, I'll sit, you stand for a while."

Lin Jinglei followed Yan Zizheng and returned to his seat. He didn't see their schoolbags at a glance, and his first feeling was that someone had taken them away. He said softly, "It's over, the bags are gone."

Yan Zizheng sat down and pointed to the top: "It's there."

Lin Jinglei stood up leaning on the seat after looking up. After more than half an hour, he was tired. I don't know how Yan Zizheng persisted.

Yan Zizheng sat there and saw the person standing next to him constantly shifting his legs, stretching out his hand and pulling the person onto his lap.

"What are you doing..."

"Sit," Yan Zizheng tightened his arms around Lin Jingerli's waist, "don't move around."

Wherever he looked, there were people. Although they were all doing their own things, Lin Jinglei still felt as if there were thousands of eyes sweeping over him. But remembering that Yan Zizheng had been hugging him, and he was really tired, he simply turned his face in. No more talking or moving.

Sitting on Yan Zizheng's body, he didn't play with his mobile phone, but just sat there blankly.The surroundings are chaotic and noisy, the endless night is outside the window, the sound effects of the train and their mutual heartbeats are in my ears.

I don't know how long he was sleepy, the skills of sitting and falling asleep were all practiced in class, not to mention this time there was something leaning on him, Yan Zizheng hugged him very tightly, almost without his own support, his legs were very tight Soft and warm in the chest.

Lin Jinglei wanted to laugh when he saw their shadows piled up on the window.He realized that he couldn't be sure when he fell in love with this piece of wood, and he kept repeating his love until now, he liked every word Yan Zizheng said to him, everything he did with him , Looking at every look in his eyes, he likes this person from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, and also wants to go from the present to the future.

Opening his eyes again, it was when the aunt next to him was about to get out of the car, he checked the time, it was the middle of the night, and he sat inside and wanted to continue sleeping.

After laying down on the table, the person lying on the opposite side touched his hand, and he looked up instantly, thinking it was the girl listening to the song all the way, but it turned out to be Yan Zizheng.

He asked in a low voice, "Why are you sitting here?"

Yan Zizheng raised his chin towards the girl next to Lin Jinglei: "I traded with her, I'll get up when someone comes up again."

Lin Jinglei nodded and lay down again. Feeling that Yan Zizheng was also lying on the table, he turned his head and looked at that person from the reflection on the window.

The four eyes met, a little awkward.

Yan Zizheng crawled over from the table and grabbed Lin Jinglei's fingers, whispering, "Are you going to tell me?"

"say what."

"Why are you here?"

Lin Jinglei remained silent for a long time, looked at Yan Zizheng's patient eyes waiting for him to speak, took out his mobile phone in his pocket to search for the call records, and pushed the lit phone screen in front of Yan Zizheng.

"A few days ago, this man called me and left his address, hoping that I could come and see his friend who is seriously ill for a short time."

Yan Zizheng: "Do you know his friends?"

Lin Jinglei smiled wryly, staring at their huddled fingers on the table: "I know each other but I don't know each other."

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Lin Jinglei shook his head: "Actually, it's nothing. Being related to him is not something I can choose."

When Lin Guofang was 20 years old, she had a drunken relationship with her long-admired college French foreign teacher. At the age of 21, Lin Jinglei was born.Crazy in love, she thought that the foreign teacher would stay for her when she had a child, but there was no news about the foreign teacher since then.

The disheartened Lin Guofang threw her child, who was less than two years old at the time, to her elder brother's house to raise her in order to remarry easily after graduation.

Since then, Lin Jinglei has never heard anything about his parents. He grew up in his uncle's house. Fortunately, his uncle and aunt treated him very well. Unfortunately, he never really belonged to his own home.

The man surnamed Du called him that night to tell him that the foreign teacher later returned to China to develop and knew of his existence, but he never bothered him. Even this time he was seriously ill and it was his friend who contacted him on his own initiative.

After summarizing the matter, Lin Jinglei sighed: "So my existence is an accident, maybe I shouldn't be in this world."

Yan Zizheng grabbed Lin Jinglei's hand: "Don't talk nonsense."

Lin Jinglei snorted and said, "Is it so bloody, even the screenwriters dare not write like that."

Why does it have to be him, why can't it be someone else? He thinks that he was born in a very normal family, has normal parents, and lives a normal life.

Yan Zizheng asked, "Do you want to see him?"

"I didn't want to come, but I always feel that there is an empty place in my heart. There is a person who exists in a story with me in an extremely intimate relationship and in an extremely strange way. Without him, there would be no me, although there is him. Not very happy, but after all, I want to feel what kind of relationship I have been looking forward to and thinking about."

"I think you made the right choice."

"I often think, if Lin Guofang didn't give birth to me, it would be fine." Lin Jinglei rubbed his temples, and the more he said, the more annoying he became, "I still think about why I exist and why I don't exist. I... ..”

Yan Zizheng interrupted: "Just treat it for me, exist for me, and meet me."

Lin Jinglei looked at the serious eyes of the person opposite, raised his hand to push that face, and said with a smile: "Why are you so narcissistic, it's because of you."

Yan Zizheng raised his eyebrows: "Look, you look so pretty when you smile. I like to see you smile."

After Lin Jinglei "cut", he smiled and lay down on the table, buried his head in the crook of his arms, it's nice not to have to walk alone with someone to accompany him, whether it's talking or laughing, it's all from the bottom of his heart.