drink moonlight alone

"So you guys really decided to go to Yuan Island for summer vacation next Tuesday?" Jian Rong's house is on the 23rd floor, waiting for the elevator to go up for a long time, he leaned on the corner of the elevator with his arms folded and chatted with Zhou Qingyan nonchalantly .

Zhou Qingyan gave a low "um" sound, but it was not difficult to detect a smile: "Anyway, summer vacation is idle."

"That's great, why don't I find a cooler place to escape the heat and recuperate my wounds."

Jian Rong's emotions seem to come and go quickly, one moment he can sigh with sorrow, and the next moment he can make jokes with you, it is feasible to deceive strangers, but for those who have been friends for decades As far as his best friend is concerned, Zhou Qingyan knows that this is just another way for him to hide his emotions.Perhaps to him, Fu Liexing is really not just a passer-by who doesn't need anything.

But what if it's not?People have children, maybe the family and the United States and the United States are happy and complete, how can he tolerate a gay who doesn't know where he came from?After all, they can't integrate into the world, can't become a big trend, and openly spread their love in the sun and tell others.

It's sad, but also undeniably true.

"Why don't you go to Tobishima with us?"

Jian Rong waved her hand with a look of disgust: "I refuse, because Yuan Island is so hot, you are not afraid that the light bulb will be overheated with a "snap" and it will explode."

The elevator door opened in response, and there were only three residents on the 23rd floor. According to Jian Rong's introduction, next to the elevator was a family of four working in finance. After moving here for several years, I only remember seeing her and the children at home three times in my memory.And his opposite door is a single mother, who is very good at cooking. Every evening, I can smell the aroma of her dishes.

Following Jian Rong, Zhou Qingyan stopped outside his house, twisting the keys nervously, his chest heaving up and down with rapid breathing.Seeing this, Zhou Qingyan stroked Jianrong's back vertebrae to show comfort, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

The key was inserted into the lock hole, and there was a loud "click" as it turned. Jian Rong closed the doorknob, pressed it lightly, and then pushed the door open—there was silence in the room.

"Doctor Fu?" Zhou Qingyan raised half of his brows lightly, passed Jian Rong into the room and shouted tentatively.

No one answered.

It's impossible for people to disappear out of thin air, right?Instead of thinking this way, Zhou Qingyan thinks it's more convincing to think that Jian Rong herself is so drunk that she has hallucinations.

Anyway, the only one who responded to Zhou Qingyan was Sanhua, picked up by Jian Rong's family, who came out from under the sofa slowly on catwalks, yelling "meow meow" repeatedly, and carefully approached Zhou Qingyan He hit his calf with his head.Jian Rong arched her back and hugged the cat in her arms, blinked, and let out a slow "ah".

"what happened?"

“…my door locks automatically when opened from the inside.”

The corner of Zhou Qingyan's mouth twitched, and she gave Jian Rong a helpless look.It was his negligence. After hearing Zhou Weiyue's words at noon, he only cared about Jian Rong's emotions and his right to know the truth. The basic knowledge that a door lock can be opened from the inside and automatically locked after closing the door was also ignored. He was thrown into the blue sky.

I was thinking of coming here with Jian Rong, but meeting Fu Liexing would allow them to have a good talk, not afraid of [-], just in case the adrenaline rushes soaring during the conversation, the two fight each other, he can still act as a peacemaker .It's all right now, it will save him from meddling in other people's business if he leaves straight away.

In retrospect, what Zhou Weiyue said is all reasonable. Sex between adults can happen more or less in the blink of an eye, not to mention losing reason after drinking, it is not worth mentioning.

"Are you going to talk to him? Or just leave it at that?"

Zhou Qingyan put aside all the clues and looked up, Jian Rong was hugging the cat, staring at the coffee table blankly.He walked forward suspiciously, following Jian Rong's fixed gaze, he saw the thin piece of toilet paper pressed under the glass vase, the handwriting on it was sharp and sharp, the tip of the pen seemed a bit astringent, and the ink came out slowly, so that A small gap was scratched at the place where the pen was held - "I was offended last night, please forgive me. The hospital has to leave in advance, no matter whether you are injured or not, please be sure to contact me."

A WeChat account was also attached, but the signature was not specified, only a simple star like a scribble was left.

When I got home, the sun was about to set, and as soon as I got out of the elevator exit, there was a little light from a side window on the left side of the corridor. It was yellow with orange, and I didn't know if it was a street lamp or an afterglow.Zhou Qingyan casually ordered a takeaway on the way back. It was the porridge shop that Zhou Weiyue ordered for him when he was sick last time. He delivered software orders in the elevator, but the signal was intermittent, and Zhou Qingyan didn’t know it either. The list is completed or not.

When I got home, I took off my sweaty dirty clothes and threw them into the washing machine. Zhou Qingyan squatted in front of me and watched the motor inside turn repeatedly. When the bubbles grew from nothing, the doorbell rang at the entrance.It's the takeaway boy. Zhou Qingyan took the plastic bag to hang the ears, thanked the people, sat cross-legged on the floor covered with cashmere carpet, put the takeaway box on the coffee table, and watched it on TV. Variety shows all over the place, drinking porridge whole.

I don't know if it was his own illusion, Zhou Qingyan suddenly felt that his house was a bit empty, and the taste of the porridge in his mouth was slightly worse than before, but it was indeed his illusion, after all, it was Zhou Weiyue who gave it to him. The store I bought recommended seafood and shredded chicken porridge, and there was nothing missing at home.

He sat for a while, his waist softened, and he leaned the back of his head against the edge of the sofa seat, staring at the hanging lamp on the ceiling in a daze.

I understand, there is one missing person who had dinner with me this morning.Thinking of this, Zhou Qingyan let his sensibility dominate his rationality, put away the hot porridge, ran to the room and unplugged the phone that was charging, and sent Zhou Weiyue a message cracklingly.

"Busy?" Feeling abrupt again, he hastily added, "Doctor Fu said that the hospital was busy at Jian Rong's house, so he left a note for Rong Rong to contact him."

"En." Zhou Weiyue replied in seconds.

"He was on duty today, and the hospital couldn't find anyone to send me to do emergency surgery."

"Has Jian Rong contacted him?"

Zhou Qingyan sent a "Little Pig Rolling" emoji, "No, he threw the note left by Dr. Fu into the trash can."

"As expected of him."

Zhou Weiyue sent a thumbs up to Zhou Qingyan with a glowing sand sculpture.

Seeing the two of them chatting without nourishment, Zhou Qingyan laughed secretly. While he and Zhou Weiyue exchanged messages, they wandered back and forth in the living room.Today’s older generation cannot do without a sentence when educating their children: Be careful when walking, and don’t play with your mobile phone every day. Zhou Qingyan has a deep understanding of what it means to not listen to the old man’s words and suffer a loss in front of you. .

He "hissed" and inhaled straight, squatted down and looked, the little finger scratched the skin to reveal the pale pink deep tissue under the skin, luckily no blood was seen, and the nail cap was not kicked off, after a while, he recovered Slowed down.

There was no Band-Aid found at home, so Zhou Qingyan simply put the wound that could not be called a wound there, and it would probably heal in two days.When he picked up the mobile phone that he threw into the sofa gap again, the news from Zhou Weiyue was no longer between Jian Rong and Fu Liexing. He asked Zhou Qingyan if he told his grandma that they would go back in two days .

Not really.

After hesitating for half a second, Zhou Qingyan called up the address book and landed on the word "Mom" with her fingertips.It's early morning in California time, just after working hours, and my mother probably doesn't have that free time to chat with him about family and family affairs.So Zhou Qingyan changed to sending her a text message, simply saying that he and Zhou Weiyue would go back to visit grandma, pinching the head and tail, without mentioning the whole story.In the end, although he felt it was redundant, he still sent an extra sentence—"Tell Dad, please."