Dip in fire

In recent years, Zhang Weilan's life in the south can be described as "smooth sailing".

It may be because he suffered too much when he was young, God no longer restrained him from bullying, but sent him a burst of east wind.

After graduating from senior year, Zhang Weilan held a scholarship to guarantee graduate studies, and joined his senior's company for a while. Taking advantage of the boom in real estate, the company grew bigger in a few years, and Zhang Weilan's career also flourished. For Director Zhang.

But people often have different appearances, Zhang Weilan is a joke on the outside, but only he knows what kind of virtues are on the inside.

He should have knocked on the word "bitterness" in his life. ——In the past, God changed his ways to torment him, but now that God has repented, he doesn't want to take it seriously, and insists on being determined to kill himself.

In the final analysis, it is nothing more than Zhong Ning.

Even after being far away and away for a long time, Zhang Weilan never forgot Zhong Ning, and even surpassed the natural forgetfulness of "human beings". The longer the time, the tighter the knot.

He misses him.Miss him very much.Thinking with regret.

Missing is getting heavier and heavier, and regret is getting heavier and heavier, until the sky can no longer lift up, and the earth sinks to the abyss of hell.

Zhang Weilan came back to look for Zhong Ning.But he couldn't find it.Time does not favor the caring person who turns back, leaving only a "hometown" he does not know.

Everything has changed, Santang Street is no longer called Santang Street, and the place where they used to be together is gone.The memories lingered helplessly, and the rapid changes of that day frightened him.

Zhang Weilan can't wait to pick up the land, as long as he can see Zhong Ning again.There is no extravagance, he just wants to take another look.

But today, he suddenly saw it.

Longing for a dream, becoming mad with anger and ignorance.Once a thousand years of great luck has passed—Zhong Ning unexpectedly appeared by himself.

Seeing that face again, hearing that person's voice again, God knows Zhang Weilan's thoughts.

Feelings were crushed to pieces, cracked into too many small and humble pickles, piled thickly on the tip of my heart.

All these years, he was alone, pushed by loneliness and despair, hanging on by this thought.Now--

Now, Zhong Ning turned around and left again.

"Turn your head and let me take another look. Please. Just take one more look, and I'll be content to die." Zhang Weilan said heartily.

And Zhong Ning turned a corner, even the back disappeared from his eyes.

The winter wind hurt Zhang Weilan's face, he bent over to cover his aching stomach, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and because he was running a fever, his skin was hot.

"Zhong Ning..." Zhang Weilan looked at the empty intersection and muttered to herself.

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Do you need help?" The security guard at the entrance of the hotel came over and asked Zhang Weilan.

Only then did Zhang Weilan regain her senses, waved to the security guard, and walked into the hotel gate in silence.

Entering the room, the surroundings warm up, and the temperature of the body seems to be higher.Zhang Weilan sat on the bed, holding her dizzy head with her hands in a daze.

I don't know how long he was in a daze, but his arms were suddenly overwhelmed.Zhang Weilan tilted her body and fell on the bed.

He turned his lower body in discomfort, his eyes were circling, and he exhaled a hot breath from his lips.The eyelids were so heavy that Zhang Weilan had to close her eyes and lost consciousness in an instant.

It was the stomachache that woke him up.It was like a dull blade scraping the wall of his stomach.Zhang Weilan bowed, sweating from the pain.

His clothes were drenched with sweat, and his trousers were stuck in the hollows of his legs.

After finally getting through the pain for a while, Zhang Weilan slowly stood up from the bed.

It was completely dark, and there was a thin layer of white snow outside the window.

Today is cloudy, and it really snowed tonight.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and I couldn't see my fingers.Zhang Weilan smeared and found her mobile phone to take a look, and couldn't help being stunned.

It was past twelve midnight.

That damn unlucky stomach is still working tirelessly.The fever has not subsided.

Zhang Weilan originally wanted to get some porridge to drink, but judging by the time, she decided to forget it.He turned on the headlights on the roof, went into the bathroom and washed his face. When he came out, he just boiled a pot of hot water, poured himself two cups, took a few pills, and then shrunk to the bed to lay his body.The wind and snow outside are getting bigger and bigger, and there is a kind of extreme silence in the night, the painful people indulge in it, close their eyes, and even hear the sound of snow falling.The faint and delicate sound was like hope struggling softly.

"Give me another chance. Please." Zhang Weilan said inwardly.Accompanied by the throbbing pain in his stomach, he passed the night half asleep and half unconscious.

Early the next morning, the city was stained with snow, and the ground was cold and pure white.

Zhong Ning woke up on the sofa in the office.The waist was sore and the back was hurting, as well as the whole calf's head, which looked like a Xibei product taken from the ditch, Zhong Ning wanted to twist it off its neck with his own hands, and fell to the ground to roll.

"Hiss..." Zhong Ning pressed his temples once and for all.

Unsurprisingly, he got very drunk last night, and today he has already done what he deserves, so he is definitely going to die.

Zhong Ning rubbed his face, looked at the ceiling, and smiled wryly. ——He didn't make any progress at all. In the past, as long as he touched Zhang Weilan, he would get drunk.

When you like it, you get drunk, when you are together, you get drunk and dream, and when you are apart, you get drunk and become a lunatic.

Now that they meet again suddenly, he still can't get over his drunkenness.Get drunk and make a fool of yourself, but you can't make a fool of yourself.

"Are you awake?" The door was pushed open, and Xu Huai came in with a cup of warm water.

Zhong Ning sat up from the sofa, his back was as stiff as a steel plate, he almost lay down again: "Um..."

Xu Huai glanced at Zhong Ning, and stuffed the water glass: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhong Ning raised his head and poured a glass of water, and put the glass on the coffee table: "I feel so uncomfortable that I want to die."

Zhong Ning wailed, "You don't stop me either."

"I don't have the time to stop you." Xu Huai stared blankly, "I was so busy last night, and a group of young people came downstairs to fight, and you were drunk like that again. Fortunately, Jiang He came over later, and you can Help me take care of you, otherwise I'm really afraid that I can't help but slap you."

In a place like Azure, which is ostentatious at night, there will always be some prickly things popping up from time to time to pick fights and make trouble.After a few years, Xu Huai has already become a veteran of all middle schools, and Zhong Ning is no stranger to it.

Zhong Ning didn't say much: "It's fine as long as it's okay. Young people nowadays are much more nonsense than we were back then, and they can fight if they disagree."

"It's okay, don't worry." Xu Huai looked at Zhong Ning quietly, "I just don't know..."

He paused, lowered his voice and continued, "You are fine."

"Huh?" Zhong Ning stared at the empty water glass on the coffee table, "I'm fine. I didn't feel the same way last night. Who wants to reminisce about the pain of youth...don't worry about it."

Xu Huai was silent for a while and didn't speak. He stood up, sighed again and said, "All right. Then you...you can go home and rest."

Xu Huai hadn't seen Zhang Weilan for many years.But because of the relationship between Zhong Ning and Zhang Weilan, he didn't want to talk about this old story.Besides, according to Zhang Weilan's cold temper, it doesn't make much sense for him to reminisce about the past now.

So Xu Huai didn't mention it at all.But seeing Zhong Ning like this, he understood that this matter might not be over so easily.

"The Azure is in your hands. I won't be coming tonight." Zhong Ning swayed and said to Xu Huai.

Xu Huai patted Zhong Ning's shoulder: "Okay, you can do it yourself."

Zhong Ning smiled faintly.

The hangover was still there, and the road was still full of snow, so Zhong Ning didn't ride the motorcycle, so he took a taxi to go home.

The place where he lives now is not far from Azure, but it's not close, it's a little remote, in a high-end neighborhood that looks very expensive.

The house was rented, it was very big and corrupt, and he ruined a three-bedroom house by himself.

Logically speaking, Azure has always been stable, and Zhong Ning, being his own boss, would never change his residence because of work.Furthermore, Boss Zhong is a rich young man after all. Even if he is not wealthy, he still holds a handful of banknotes in his hand. It shouldn't even have a real estate certificate.

The facts are not bad on these.It was Zhong Ning himself who had a problem.

He has also moved twice in the past few years, one time because the neighbor's children were too noisy, and the other time because the landlord wanted to sell the house.

For a lazy bastard like him, moving a house was a bit frustrating, but even so, he never thought about buying his own house and finding a nest to settle down completely.

It's strange, he seems to like this kind of unsteady feeling - the luggage owner should put a few bags in woven bags, throw them in the car and load them for a while, and he can leave cleanly, change his "home", and change to a temporary one. "Home".

Perhaps, it is because his "youngness" is not "mature" enough, even though his heels are planted in this land, the roots of his heart are scattered somewhere in the world.

After returning home, Zhong Ning took a shower and ordered a takeaway.After eating a few bites whole, he threw himself onto the bed.

Blackout curtains are heavy and a good hand against the sun.The room was almost pitch black, perfect for sleeping.

Quite tired.Drunk, acting like a demon, and spending the whole night on the sofa, Zhong Ning is now screaming from all the bones in his body, crying and wanting to fall asleep.

The time and place are favorable, and even the eyes are very sleepy, but it's a pity that there is a parallel import on the neck, and the brain is too crooked, and the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry and refuses to stop.

Three words always popped out of Zhong Ning's mind: "Zhang Weilan."

Zhong Ning picked up the thick quilt to cover the top of his head, staring blankly in the quilt.

Zhang Weilan is ill.The disease has become a look of dying.Also live in the hotel.

If he were alone...

Zhong Ning quickly lifted the quilt to let his oxygen-deprived brain breathe - one person, two people, three people and eight people, it doesn't matter to him.

But that was Zhang Weilan.Other things aside, just because it was Zhang Weilan, Zhang Weilan who grew up with Zhong Ning and lived in the same yard... Zhong Ning couldn't ignore it.

Nor should it.More than eight years have passed, and the old grudges should have expired long ago.They are no longer the hot-blooded teenagers who hate evil like hatred.They are all mature "adults".What are you messing around with now?Who are you going to show me?

Zhong Ning figured it out and didn't hesitate any longer.He reached out to touch the phone from the bedside table and picked out Zhang Weilan's phone number.

Zhong Ning paused with his fingers on the phone screen, and finally thought about it, and sent a text message to Zhang Weilan: "How is your health? Are you feeling better?"