Dip in fire

"What kind of job are you looking for?"

An hour later, when Zhang Weilan came out of the store, Zhong Ning asked this question.

He asked listlessly, probably from the cold, without any arrogance.

"Didn't I tell you to find a warm place to wait for me?" Zhang Weilan sighed, seeing that Zhong Ning's nose was flushed red from the cold.

Regardless of the crowds on the street, Zhang Weilan took Zhong Ning's hand and put it in his pocket.

He rubbed the back of Zhong Ning's hands, and waited until Zhong Ning's hands were warmed by his rubbing, and then said: "This job was introduced to me by others. I used to work in a restaurant. There are a few regular customers who are familiar with me. Later I heard that I was looking for a job, so I helped introduce it.”

Zhang Weilan: "This job pays a lot of money. There are activities in various shopping malls or stores. The salary is guaranteed, and customers are brought into the store. If the transaction is successful, there is a commission. If you are lucky and sell a large electrical appliance, the income is very considerable. This kind of Job, if no one introduces you, you won’t give a high school student like me a part-time job.”

Zhang Weilan seldom explains anything to others. He doesn't even want to vent his emotions. It's really rare to hear him say so much in a soft voice.Zhong Ning could tell that Zhang Weilan was coaxing him because he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

"That's also..." Zhong Ning didn't know what to say, "I always feel that..."

"What's the matter? It's the same as a restaurant milk tea shop, just a part-time job." Zhang Weilan said.

"Can it be the same? At least..." Zhong Ning pursed his lips, "I'm stupid, I can't explain clearly. Anyway, you know what I mean. I think..."

Zhong Ning didn't finish. —— "I don't think you should do this kind of work."

This kind of low-key, hard-working, and unflattering job... this kind of job of making a smile on the street and putting a cold face on it.

"It's all the same." Zhang Weilan squeezed Zhong Ning's palm, "It's not easy to do any job, just change the environment, maybe you will..."

Zhang Weilan turned his eyes to look at Zhong Ning, looked at him quietly, and his voice became softer: "It will be a little embarrassing..."

"Don't be ashamed." Zhong Ning shouted quickly, "I don't think so, really not. It's just...the sun in summer and the cold in winter..."

Zhong Ning couldn't continue speaking anymore, he gasped for breath, and his ribs hurt for a while.

shame.He didn't think about these two words, he just felt distressed.I feel sorry for Zhang Weilan, who is so high-minded and cold-hearted. When he was in pain, he refused to show weakness to the outside world, but now he is suppressed by life like this.

shame.These two words came from Zhang Weilan's mouth.He said it lightly, but Zhong Ning knew that it was actually heavier than a thousand pieces of gold. ——Zhang Weilan is the one who feels ashamed.He was the most helpless and saddest one.

"I know." Zhang Weilan smiled shortly, "You love me."

"Can't you change jobs?" Zhong Ning asked again, "Tutor, or continue to work in a restaurant..."

Zhang Weilan was silent for a while, then sighed: "It's not that easy to find the right one."

Zhang Weilan: "This job saves time and effort compared to working in a restaurant. It only takes two days on weekends, or even one day. It earns more. I am now in a critical period of exam preparation, and I have to take care of Xiaohuan, so I don't have so much energy and time. For the time being, this is the best fit. If there is a better one, I will change jobs."

Zhong Ning fell silent.

Although he and Zhang Weilan have been together all the time.Since childhood, they have never been separated.But they are not the same after all.

Zhang Weilan suffered a hundred times more than Zhong Ning, and Zhang Weilan's growth was much different than Zhong Ning's.They seem to be side by side, but in fact there is a huge gap between them.

There are all kinds of devils growing maliciously in the ravine, they are black, they come from the fiery hell, and they scream with the loudest voice, clamoring for the pain in the world.

Zhong Ning doesn't have to fall, but Zhang Weilan is doomed to struggle in the ravine.Zhong Ning was watching from the shore, and wanted to reach out to give Zhang Weilan a hand, but his fingertips couldn't even reach a single hair of Zhang Weilan.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier." Zhong Ning's face was downcast, his brows were tightly frowned.

Zhang Weilan gritted her molars, reached out her hand from her pocket, and rubbed Zhong Ning's brows: "I'm afraid you won't feel well after hearing it."

Zhong Ning had nothing to say again.

He went to buy a bag of fried skewers for his roommate, and Zhang Weilan stayed with him the whole time.When the two separated at the intersection, Zhong Ning suddenly asked again: "Are you short of money? If you are short of money..."

Zhang Weilan didn't speak, and stood by the side of the road looking at Zhong Ning.The icy night wind howled past, messing up the broken hair on his forehead.

Zhong Ning's throat was throbbing, he wanted to say: "I can ask my mother to help me if I'm short of money." But he couldn't say it. Looking at Zhang Weilan's dim eyes, he seemed to be drowning in the dark deep sea, and he was struggling to breathe. .

Zhang Weilan didn't answer, and stretched out her hand to hail a taxi: "Get in the car."

Zhong Ning was absent-minded along the way, Hun'er seemed to be hung on the execution platform and beat Piao'er.

Back in the dormitory, Zhong Ning threw the fried skewers in his hand to his roommate.

The roommate immediately let out a "wow", praising Zhong Ning for being "great".With a string of fish cakes in his mouth, the roommate raised his head and said to Zhong Ning, "How much is it? Plus the round-trip taxi fare, I'll give it to you."

"No need." Zhong Ning replied listlessly, stepped on the ladder and rolled onto the bed, and lay down with his face facing the wall.

All the roommates were stunned, and the three of them looked at each other, chattering away.

"what happened?"

"Are you in a bad mood? Have you had a fight with your wife?"

"I do not know......"

Zhong Ning sighed, stared at the bleak white wall, and said in his heart, "I'm not good enough for Zhang Weilan."

What can he do to feel less distressed and to give Zhang Weilan all the best?Zhong Ning found out for the first time that he was worthless, poor and white, and even the people on his heart couldn't understand.

Zhong Ning turned over and sighed again.

All the roommates: "..."

Zhong Ning pretended to be dead on the bed, but he didn't think about anything in his mind, it was blank, just lying there and wandering.When it was almost eleven o'clock, he suddenly came back and sat up from the bed.

The roommate on the opposite bed was taken aback by him: "I'm going...what are you doing?"

Zhong Ning stepped on the ladder and got out of bed: "Go home."

"Ah?" Another roommate had just finished washing and was entering the room with a footbath, "Going home? Is there something urgent? Isn't your house far away? It's almost eleven o'clock, and it's 5 minutes away from the gate control. Are you here today?" Are you coming back late?"

"Not coming back." Zhong Ning had already put on his coat.

Roommate: "Then can you come back tomorrow morning? The first class tomorrow morning is Professor Yu's class, and the last class of this semester will accept small papers."

"If you don't come back in time, it will be warped." Zhong Ning put on his boots again, "The thesis is on my desk, please hand it in for me."

"..." The roommate couldn't believe it, "Are you crazy? Points will definitely be deducted."

"Stop it." Zhong Ning smiled, opened the door and left.

"..."

He is crazy.Now he wants to see Zhang Weilan, wants to hug Zhang Weilan, wants to kiss Zhang Weilan.If not, he will have to die in the dormitory tonight.

Zhong Ning left the school gate, took a taxi and went straight to Sanchai Street.go home.Find someone.

On the other side, after Zhang Weilan checked Xiaohuan's homework, she told the little girl to go to bed first.The light in Xiaohuan's room was turned off, and Zhang Weilan nestled in her bedroom, sitting in front of the desk for another hour.

He is a little tired today.Evening and Zhong Ning... can be regarded as parting ways.Zhang Weilan stared at the math problem at hand, and the more he looked at it, the more painful his eyes became, but he still finished a paper with his eyelids open, corrected the good answers, and then turned off the light to prepare for sleep.

Zhong Pei and Yan Huiwan had already fallen asleep, all the lights in Zhong's house were turned off, and the yard was quiet.

The pork rib soup that Yan Huiwan stewed tonight made Xiaohuan's mouth full.

Both Zhong Pei and Yan Huiwan treated Zhang Weilan very well.Zhang Weilan also knew that as long as he asked, Zhong Pei would help him without asking for anything in return.

But that's not the same thing.Once a person is alone, he must be strong and independent, otherwise, sooner or later, he will rot and be scrapped.He was afraid of that.

Zhang Weilan understands better than anyone else that if those reliance does not belong to him, he cannot covet hope.How dare he.

In addition, there is Zhong Ning.

Zhong Ning.

These two words are his only kindling, so he is even more afraid.He faced up to his despicableness, he really wanted Zhong Ning so much, so he didn't dare...to ask the Zhong family to treat him a little better.Now this is his limit.

This is a knot, he is afraid that everything will be messed up by himself, torn apart, beyond recognition.

He repays kindness and revenge, and is extremely cowardly.He is insatiable, he is not a thing.

Zhang Weilan lay on the bed, holding a posture for too long, her arms became numb.

His eyelids were getting heavy, and his body was terribly tired, but he didn't feel sleepy.Exhaustion tortured the body, but the spirit could not rest.

Zhang Weilan turned over, her right arm was so numb that she couldn't feel it.He stared at the curtain, a thick layer of cloth, motionless, a pair of silent dead objects, blocking his sight.

Suddenly, Zhang Weilan heard the sound of the window being pulled, and then the curtain moved down.

Zhang Weilan suddenly turned up from the bed, stared at the curtains, within two seconds, a chill hit his face, the cold white moonlight hit, Zhong Ning got his head out from behind the window.

Zhang Weilan: "..."

The man always opens his window like this.always like this.Have fun.

Zhong Ning made a "shh" gesture to Zhang Weilan, squatted on the window sill, closed the window, and said in a low voice: "Be quiet, I came back secretly. I act like a thief in the yard, afraid of being caught by Daduozi." I found out that I quarreled with my mother and grandma."

Zhang Weilan: "..."

Zhang Weilan saw Zhong Ning jump down from the window sill and land lightly.He was so surprised that he paused before asking in a low voice, "Why are you back? It's already midnight."

Zhong Ning rubbed his hands, and climbed directly onto Zhang Weilan's bed without being polite, "We didn't talk well tonight, it's really uncomfortable. I have to come back and talk to you."

Zhong Ning took off his coat, threw it aside casually, and climbed up to Zhang Weilan with hands and feet, and was hugged in his arms.

Zhong Ning lay on Zhang Weilan's body, rubbing the tip of his nose against Zhang Weilan's warm neck.Zhong Ning narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed rascally: "It's really comfortable."

Zhong Ning came in from the outside, with a cold air on his body, Zhang Weilan reached out and patted Zhong Ning's back: "If you want to talk, you can call, but do you still have to come back?"

"Calling is useless." Zhong Ning got up from Zhang Weilan, "I have to watch you."

Zhong Ning swept the back of Zhang Weilan's head, and simply kissed him domineeringly for a while.

The room was dark and dim, but the eyes of the two were bright.They lay side by side on the bed, the rising and falling of their chests slowly calming down.

It was Zhang Weilan who spoke first: "In fact, I still have money in my hand. The basic life is enough, and it is not a lack of money."

Zhang Weilan: "But grandpa spent a lot of money when he was ill, and it was a little different from my plan."

Zhang Weilan: "Money is not calculated, let alone spent. It is uncertain when or what will happen. It will be less, or even have no money. Just like before, I never thought that there would be Xiaohuan, nor did I think about it. Grandpa will be sick."

Zhang Weilan: "The 'plan' is too idealistic, naive, and unreliable. Therefore, within the scope of one's ability, one must always make money."

Zhong Ning tilted his head, fell silent for a moment, and reached out to touch the tear mole on the tip of Zhang Weilan's eyes: "Having an income all the time, will you feel more at ease?"

"Yeah." Zhang Weilan took his hand, placed it by his side, interlocked his fingers, and smiled wryly after a while, "Otherwise, I always feel like I'm just waiting to die."