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September 2020, 1?

Snowing

He will go home tonight, remember to make his favorite salt and pepper pork ribs and spicy crayfish (less spicy)?

today:

Buy green vegetables ribs crayfish√

Wear a mask when you go out√

Take medicine (three times, after meals) √

Laundry√

mopping the floor √

Check the gas stove and faucet (very important!) √

After ticking the last one, Lu Zhan closed the diary and looked up at the time: 10:[-].

At 10:30 in the evening, Qin Zhuo hadn't arrived home yet.

He got up, took two steps towards the door of the study, turned back, turned off the lamp on the desk, and then went downstairs, brought the cold salt and pepper ribs and crayfish on the living room table back to the kitchen, and put them in the microwave.

Then he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"beep--"

"Ring-ring--"

In the Audi car parked in front of the Vic Hotel, the driver picked up the vibrating mobile phone and frowned.

This is Qin Zhuo's private number. You can guess who is calling with your eyes closed. This is the sixth call tonight.

If you don't answer, I'm afraid that person will have to think too much.

He bit the bullet and pressed the answer button: "Hello, Mr. Lu."

"Where is he?" Lu Zhan's voice was processed by electric current, and it was still clear: "It's already past 10 o'clock."

"Ah?" The driver looked out the window and said awkwardly, "Mr. Qin...is still talking about things in the hotel..."

Lu Zhan didn't make a video call, otherwise, he would have seen with his own eyes that Qin Zhuo was "talking about things" with the heroine of a certain popular drama at the door of the hotel—he picked up the female star in a gentlemanly manner. With her right hand, a kiss was printed on the back of her hand. With a seductive smile, the woman pulled Qin Zhuo's tie closer, and then buried him in his neck. After maintaining this position for five seconds, the two separated and said goodbye.

The paparazzi not far away pressed the shutter one after another.

"You let him answer my call."

"Qin...Mr. Qin was dragged by the director to drink some wine, or..."

"Let him take my call."

Lu Zhan repeated it, a little pleading, and the driver couldn't bear it. Fortunately, the big star Qin had finished tonight's sex hunt and was walking towards this side. The driver quickly went down and opened the car door, and turned his phone Handed it to Qin Zhuo, and reminded in a low voice, "The person at home is calling again."

"..."

Qin Zhuo was slightly drunk, and sat crookedly in the back seat of the car, as if he didn't hear him.

Lu Zhan pressed the receiver tightly to his ear, afraid of missing any news from the other side. After a burst of trivial movements, Qin Zhuo's voice came over: "What are you doing?"

"you're drunk?"

He spoke every word fluently, and the ending sound was extremely long. Lu Zhan knew that he was drunk as soon as he heard it: "Didn't you go to talk about the script? Why are you still drunk?"

Qin Zhuo said impatiently: "After chatting about the script, I drank some wine with the partner, what's the matter? You also have to take care of this?"

"But... Is there room for food with wine in my stomach?" Lu Zhan said, "You promised to come home for dinner tonight, and it's already 10 o'clock in the evening."

Qin Zhuo wrinkled his brows into a Sichuan shape: "When did I promise you to go home for dinner?"

"...You clearly..." Lu Zhan suddenly got stuck, yeah, when did he agree?

When he got up this morning, this idea seemed to be lingering in his mind. He always felt that today was an important day, so he took it seriously. He freed his hands to look through the call records and chat records of his phone. It's been... a month ago.

Before he could figure it out, there was already a scolding: "You have a problem with your eyes and now your brain is not working well, right?"

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Qin Zhuo vented his dissatisfaction over the past few days with the strength of alcohol: "If you forget things at a young age, you may be suffering from juvenile dementia?! What else do you cook! Let Xiao Zhu take you more Go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist!"

Lao Li didn't dare to say anything in the driver's seat. He already had a family. He was terribly afraid of his wife at home. I wondered again, what kind of enmity is this, and they started arguing without meeting each other?

Lu Zhan was not angry, but his voice was softer: "But I made your favorite spicy crayfish and...salt and pepper pork ribs."

Qin Zhuo: "..."

……

When the car stopped in front of the villa, the snow on the ground had already accumulated two centimeters thick.

Qin Zhuo was a little sober from the sudden cold wind blowing in from the car door, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the respectful face of the driver, Lao Li.

"Mr. Qin, here we are."

Qin Zhuo supported his forehead, propped his body up, got out of the car, stepped into the snow, his eyes moved from the white snow to the two-story villa.

He was willing to go home because of the spicy crayfish and salt and pepper pork ribs.

"Click-"

The crisp unlocking sound resounded in the cold wind.

The eyes paralyzed by alcohol struggled to focus on the door of the villa.

After another rustling, the wooden door opened from the inside.

Lu Zhan walked to the door wrapped in a pompom coat, and as soon as he bumped into Qin Zhuo's eyes, a warm smile melted on his thin face: "Brother..."

Qin Zhuo's eyes trembled, and he opened his arms habitually to catch Lu Zhan's embrace.

When they first fell in love, Qin Zhuo made noises every day to ask Lu Zhan to call him brother. It would be very embarrassing for a person with Lu Zhan's character to call out these two words. It was because of his own softness that he called You have to get used to it, but after listening to it for five years, Qin Zhuo suddenly got tired of this title, and by the way, also got tired of Lu Zhan.

His wife is like a delicious dish. When she tried it for the first time, she was so amazed that she wished she could eat it every day, but she really tasted it every day. After tasting it for five years, such a delicious dish unexpectedly lost its taste.

It was only later that he realized that the "Chinese cabbage" that he paid a huge price for when he was young was actually not as delicious as the "wild vegetables" outside.

His family's "Chinese cabbage" is still bright and charming, but he has long lost the passion of love, and occasionally uncontrollably bored, so he can only avoid it, only throw Lu Zhan aside, It has been cold for several months, and only once in a while can I barely recall the surprise of the first three minutes.

"You came back a bit late." Lu Zhan let go of the hug, looked at Qin Zhuo, with a smile brighter than snowflakes in his eyes: "Still drunk?"

He seemed to have forgotten Qin Zhuo's bad attitude towards him on the phone, and even reconfirmed the fact that he was drunk.

It was rare for Qin Zhuo to develop a little patience when meeting with a three-point love. He was a little unsteady when he was still drunk, so he could only hug Lu Zhan's back, lean forward, and touch the other's forehead. He fell down, but he was tall and big, Lu Zhan couldn't support such a big man at all, and almost fell.

The driver on the side saw him and wanted to help, but he didn't dare to touch Lu Zhan. He just grabbed Mr. Qin's arm and pushed him out, so that Lu Zhan was able to relax.

"How much alcohol did you drink?" He muttered softly, "Didn't I remember going to a script seminar?"

The driver on the side heard that this was a question, but did not dare to answer it.

How to answer?

Said that Qin Zhuo danced three dances with the popular actress at the banquet and kissed me at the entrance of the hotel? !

He has been with Qin Zhuo for three years, and he knows more gossip about this popular movie star than the media gossip!

He probably knew that Mr. Qin's family had some mental problems. If he found out about these things, he might go crazy on the spot!

Mental illness, any crazy move is possible!

Although Mr. Shen looks harmless to humans and animals now.

With the help of the driver, Lu Zhan successfully put Qin Zhuo's right hand on his shoulder, and the other hand supported the other's waist, barely supporting Qin Zhuo with his small body.

Before helping the man back to the house, he did not forget to turn his head and say to the driver, "Go back first, Xiao Wang."

"You forgot again, my surname is Li, just call me Lao Li." The driver kindly said, "How about I help you?"

"No, I can support it alone." Lu Zhan helped Qin Zhuo up two steps with difficulty, stopped at the door of the house, and said kindly:

"It's going to snow again, Lao Chen, go back quickly."

"..."

The driver, surnamed Li but not Chen, scratched his head and returned to the car.

Thinking about this person who has also been ill for several years, and goes to the psychiatric department of the hospital more than a dozen times a year, but there is no sign of improvement at all. At least in the past two years, he will not call his name wrong, and occasionally remember mistakes, correct him It was changed back immediately, but now, I can't even remember the content of the previous second.

Lao Li glanced out of the car window again. It was still too difficult for Lu Zhan to support Qin Zhuo up the steps. His left hand kept supporting the door frame covered with icy slag, so as to avoid being overwhelmed by Qin Zhuo. Only when someone helped to enter the door did the driver take advantage of the last glimmer of light in the room to discern that there seemed to be blood stains on the ice slag that Lu Zhan had helped over.