ID number 019

When Chen Yang came back, the puppy was still sleeping soundly while hugging his little feet. He went to the kitchen to bring the boiling kettle to the dining table, and made a cup of scented tea.

It was approaching noon at this time, and there was a scent of vegetables wrapped in oily smoke wafting in from the balcony. It was the neighbor's house on the opposite side who was cooking.

Chen Yang sat in the deserted living room feeling the smoke from someone else's house. He lowered his eyes to see the dried flowers floating in the cup, then got up suddenly and went to the kitchen.

After the beef was cut and the potatoes were peeled, Chen Yang had no intention of putting them together again. He put the ingredients into the refrigerator and stood there in a daze.After completing the last few tasks, he would hug Chao Jian and then supplement his sleep to restore his mental state. This time he didn't hug, and he didn't want to sleep either.

Chen Yang went to the room to light an incense stick, and waved the smoke like Jane did. He lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head.

There was silence all around, and the unpleasant fragrance penetrated into Chen Yang's breath. He looked at the ceiling above his head, and there were bloodshot eyes.

When the cell phone in his pocket rang, Chen Yang's eyes moved lightly, and he calmly took out the cell phone to check, it wasn't Chao Jian.

Chen Yang twitched his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and thought to himself, fortunately, I learned how to behave without hope, otherwise I would have to experience the feeling of falling from a high altitude.

However, his heart still hurt like a crack, he was stunned, oh, so I had hope.

Chen Yang leaned against the head of the bed: "Hello."

A grinning voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ah Yang, I knew you weren't asleep yet."

Chen Yang heard that his side was very quiet: "Are you still at the dinner party?"

"I count the stars in the hotel garden." Wen Qing said.

Chen Yang: "..."

"I found out that I am old." Wen Qing sighed heavily.

Chen Yang stopped holding the cigarette, and reluctantly accepted his action: "Why?"

"I'm still stuck on the idea of ​​'how exciting it is to cheat'. Who knows that the bosses here don't bring their little lovers to the garden, and just kiss and touch them in the magnificent lobby." Wen Qing let out a late sigh, " old."

Chen Yang: "... What kind of banquet did you attend?"

"I don't know, just eat, drink, play and have fun," Wen Qing suddenly lowered his voice excitedly, "Oh, here we come... Oh, looks are not my thing, I was a little afraid of hurting my eyes, so I slipped away."

Chen Yang understands that Wen Qing is just lip service, he doesn't like to see other people do that kind of thing, and it's even disgusting.

"You usually don't rest when you come back from the mission world?" Chen Yang asked a question when he heard Wen Qing's energetic bouncing.

"Why take a break, I'm not tired." Wen Qing asked strangely.

Chen Yang was dumbfounded.

"Why didn't I hear Baibai's cry?" Wen Qing sat on the path among the flowers, crossed his legs casually, completely ignoring the custom-made suit on his body.

"Sleeping." Chen Yang bit the cigarette, and rubbed the cap of the lighter with his thumb, "What's for nothing, I told you it's called 03."

"0303, it sounds like the one produced on the assembly line of a big factory. It's impersonal at all. It's still in vain. It's cute and cute." Wen Qing said triumphantly, "I really named him a little genius."

Chen Yang's hand to light a cigarette trembled, almost burning his eyebrows.

"Ah..." Wen Qing dragged his voice, as if he just remembered, "Old Jin is gone."

"He withdrew before the show was over. He left me alone at this cannibalistic banquet, disregarding my old comrade-in-arms friendship with him. It's simply inhumane, don't you think so?" Wen Qing exaggerated The ground complained.

"Yes." Chen Yang had the illusion of listening to his best friend's nonsense.

"Hmph, in his eyes now I'm just a worthless cannon fodder," Wen Qing loosened his tie, "Let's not talk about him, I'm still young and I don't want to have a heart attack. The phone number will be sent to you."

The smoke enveloped Chen Yang's thin face, he took a puff of the cigarette: "No need."

"Well, adults can be responsible for their own decisions, as long as you think about it." Wen Qing shrugged, "Then I will take you to eat delicious food when I return to China, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon." Chen Yang held the cigarette between his fingers.

In terms of Wen Qing's IQ, the number of missions he has done, and the length of time he has known Jin Xiaochang, it is impossible for him to know nothing about the background of the mission, or he knows more than Chen Yang knows now, but he is not interested , and did not intend to discuss it with Chen Yang.

Wen Qing is that kind of person.I will tell you my story. This is my personal wish. You don’t need to share your story with me in a courteous manner. Even if you want to tell me, you have to tell me first. Is the story interesting or not? If not forget about it.

Chen Yang feels that Wenqing is like water, he puts himself in a small jar he made, no matter whether he stays quietly or flows freely, he will not be seen by outsiders.

Because although the mouth of the jar was small, it was bottomless. Wen Qing walked swaggeringly in his own world with his head held high. No one could walk with him, and he didn't need it.

If one day he was accompanied on that road, it must be because he found a companion on a whim and followed the fashion, and whether he would leave or not would depend on his mood.

Chen Yang threw the mobile phone on the bedside table, bent his legs and put his chin on it, smoking a cigarette carelessly.

Almost two-thirds of a cigarette was burned. Chen Yang got out of bed and found a storage box, and opened it with one hand. He had just picked up a bag of pork buns when there was a "da da da" sound from outside.

A group of white ran in with short legs, and put two paws on the storage box.

Chen Yang: "..." He opened the packaging bag while biting his cigarette, took out a piece of pork meat from it, and tentatively shook it in front of the puppy.

The puppy's head followed the pork shop.

"Want to eat?" Chen Yang was amused by its cute appearance, and his depression eased a little, "You can't eat this, right?"

"Wow!" The puppy jumped up.

"My partner bought it for me, you know it." Chen Yang said, "It's useless if you get excited, it's not for you."

"Wow..." The puppy fell to the ground.

"..." Chen Yang said "tsk", "You must have become a genius."

"Okay, I'll give you a little bit." Chen Yang tore off a small piece and handed it over. The puppy that was still paralyzed just now was revived with full blood, and came up to him wagging its tail.

"Don't you only love bread soaked in milk? Why do you start trying new flavors?" Chen Yang watched the puppy lick the pork shop, and after a few licks, he picked it up and shrank it under the chair to enjoy it alone. He twitched, "Speaking of which, dogs can't Drink milk and eat bread, you are different from other children."

Chen Yang thought that there was another kind at home, which was Chao Jian's potted plant, so he stood up and went to the balcony.

The buds have grown up, and a...

"Bulbs?" Chen Yang squatted in front of the flower pot, and looked for a long time before making sure that he was not dazzled. Before he entered the mission world, he came to the balcony to see it. At that time, there were only tender branches in the pot, and there was no sign of buds growing.

"What kind of plant is this? Is it about to bloom and bear fruit?" The cigarette in Chen Yang's mouth trembled and dropped a pinch of soot. He experienced more and more bizarre things, and his acceptance level had reached an unimaginable value. Now even if someone points to the flower bud and tells him that this is the reincarnation of the flower fairy, he still thinks it's ok.

After Chen Yang finished smoking, he sat on the floor and leaned against the wall to bask in the sun. He was drowsy for a long time, and fell asleep before he knew it, and had a dream.

In the dream, it was a golden rice field. He was wearing a straw hat and holding a sickle.

"Brother Yang!"

There was a clear voice from the other side of the woods, it was a young woman, she was running towards Chen Yang, shouting as she ran, full of anxiety and panic, "Hurry up, there is not enough time for this round—"

That woman has pitch-black hair and a face as white as paper, unfolding in front of his eyes like a black and white scroll, she is Xiang Zimu!

Chen Yang woke up with a start, his first reaction was to immediately go to the rehabilitation center to find Xiang Zimu, when he got up with limp hands and feet, the wind outside the window blew his face, and he shivered.

No, I can't go, I have to wait for Chaojian.

Wait until Chao Jian comes back, everything has to wait for him to come back, he is still working hard, I can't do anything that affects the threshold.

Don't think about it, don't think about it!Chen Yang forcibly suppressed the surging emotions, he went to the room to say hello to the puppy, put on his shoes and went out as if nothing had happened.

The alley in the afternoon was quiet, the air was a bit humid, and the sunlight was very thin. It took Chen Yang a long time to walk through a sunny place. He took a deep breath, what a real taste.

Chen Yang walked aimlessly in the alley. He walked back and forth from the commercial housing to the bungalow, and then from the bungalow area to the commercial housing area, without meeting a single neighbor.

When Chen Yang saw a centipede, he had tears in his eyes like a fellow villager: "Come out for a walk."

The centipede crawled and crawled.

"Where are you going, I'll see you off." Chen Yang bent over and said with a friendly smile.

The centipede continued to crawl and crawl, its slender body twisting and twisting.

Chen Yang walked behind with his hands behind his back like a little old man. At first glance, he looked like he was out to sneak a centipede, but in fact they were in two worlds.

Even the centipede didn't take him to play.

Chen Yang realized that when he reached the little mute cousin's house, he was about to continue walking, when he suddenly heard the sound of children playing in the yard, mixed with a woman's worrying voice.

"Run slower! Watch the road!"

"Wow——" the child's cries were mixed with the woman's thoughts, "Do you think you deserve it? Ah? You started running before you learned how to walk, you're disobedient!"

"Stop crying, stop crying, Mama will take you out to play on the slide."

The door opened from the inside, and a short, fat woman came out with a baby in her arms. She was startled when she saw Chen Yang: "Who are you looking for?"

Chen Yang asked politely: "Hello, do you live by yourself?"

"Yes, I live with my husband, what's the matter?" The woman's tone was quite polite.

Chen Yang said: "Then your husband..."

The woman turned her head and shouted into the room: "Dad!"

"What are you doing? I'm making a bed for Xiaobao." A tall dark man came out carrying a wooden plank.

The curvature of Chen Yang's lips dropped a little: "Did you just move here?"

"What and what? We've been living here, this is my house!" The man looked at Chen Yang like a fool.

A figure appeared in front of Chen Yang, wearing a koala apron in front of him, holding a spatula in his hand, with a warm and homely demeanor yet wise, treating others with kindness and propriety.

The little dumb cousin died, and died in the mission world.

Chen Yang turned around and walked towards the way he came. He was doing the same mission as him, and he could witness the death of his teammates. If he didn't do the mission together, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Not to mention the city of Qingcheng now, even the Sanlian Bridge, which he is most familiar with, made him breathless. He grabbed the clothes around his heart and bent over, flusteredly took out his mobile phone and dialed to his nearest friend.

Ten minutes later, Chen Yang went to Xiang Dong's house, and when he entered the door, he saw a long-haired man standing behind Xiang Dong.

"May I ask who you are?" Chen Yang asked seriously.

"Fuck, do you want to be so exaggerated?" Xiang Dong cursed uncontrollably, "Even if he changed his head, you still can't smell the smell of disinfectant that choked your nose?"

Chen Yangxin said, I can only smell the smell of disinfectant water.

The painter who had regained his complexion was a handsome and beautiful woman, and his hair exuded a noble aura.

The painter smiled and nodded at Chen Yang, still holding a brush in his hand.

"I'll finish first." The painter turned around and entered a room. He used to be skinny and skinny, but now he has just the right body shape, which makes people feel seductive.

Chen Yang sighed: "The flesh has grown, and the face is no longer sallow, just like a rich artist without the smell of copper."

Xiang Dong closed the door, and said seriously: "It's not bad, she looks a bit worse than me, and her temperament is not as good as mine."

Chen Yang thought he was farting: "What is the artist busy with?"

"Draw me a picture." Xiang Dong threw a pair of slippers to Chen Yang, speaking surprisingly.

"Draw you?" Chen Yang looked at him.

"What kind of eyes do you have? I don't want to eat his kind!" Xiang Dong was so disgusted, "It's fine if you are taller than me, and you are a fucking clean freak, the taste in your mouth must be the smell of disinfectant, enough of."

Chen Yang took off his sneakers and put them aside: "So the point is, he is taller than you."

Xiang Dong's face was livid: "When you were in school, your reading comprehension must be a duck's egg!"

Chen Yang felt physically uncomfortable when he heard the word "go to school".

Xiang Dong folded his arms and glanced at him: "Don't tell me, you just got out of a school background mission before you came to me."

"We'll talk about this later." Chen Yang put on his slippers, "Why do you ask a painter to paint for you?"

"Put yourself at home." Xiang Dong scratched his head and walked towards the kitchen, the small rings on his ears changed from silver to pure black.

Chen Yang: "..."

Xiangdong took a bottle of beer to Chen Yang: "I don't have any other drinks here, only this, let's make do with it."

"Why did the painter come to you?" Chen Yang buckled the ring.

"I met on the road." Xiangdong looked at Chen Yang, guessing that something happened to him, he came here alone in a panic, and urgently needed a friend to help him divert his attention, "Dinner at my place?"

"If I eat, I'll order a few more dishes." Xiang Dong raised his eyebrows, "The restaurant was introduced by the painter, and it's definitely excellent."

Chen Yang looked at the clock on the wall: "It's not yet three o'clock."

"The painter said that he had dinner before five o'clock and went to bed before seven o'clock during this period." Xiang Dong bared his neat white teeth, "Is it scary?"

Chen Yang: "...a little bit."

However, the more frightening thing was yet to come. When it was almost five o'clock, the little junior brother Banished Immortal came over.

So the four of them sat at a table with delicious dishes in front of them.

Xiangdong took a sip of his cigarette and a sip of wine, Baitang looked at him, with tears in his peach eyes, the little white rabbit was obedient.

Chen Yang looked down at the mobile phone under the table, and the artist sitting next to him sent a message.

Painter: Are you embarrassed?

Chen Yang: I'm fine.

Painter: I'm fine too.

Chen Yang: Actually, I'm a little embarrassed.

Painter: Actually, I do too.