plastic rose

The author has something to say: Good morning~ Double update today, next chapter at [-]pm~

This paragraph was written in a state of convulsions, and I didn’t dare to read it a second time after I finished writing it, um... there is no progress in the plot, everyone will just wait and see~

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Zheng Yuan climbed up to the sixth floor in the dark and came to the door of the house. Looking at the dim light in the corridor, the anti-theft door seemed to be cleaner than before?

He thought he was hallucinating, and reached out to touch it, but there was not a trace of dust on his fingertips.

Could it be that Wei Chen was so kind that he wiped the anti-theft door before leaving?Zheng Yuan thought to himself, shook his head, and guessed that this was Ouyang's masterpiece.

He took out the key and opened the door to enter the house. The living room lights were on, and the floor was so bright that people could be seen, but there was no sign of Ouyang.

"Ouyang?" Zheng Yuan called out, pricking up his ears and changing his slippers, but he didn't hear anything.Putting the backpack on the couch, he saw

There are three dishes and one soup on the table, fried loofah, fried broccoli with shredded ham, stewed tofu with winter melon, tomato and egg soup, all covered with plastic wrap.

Feeling secure but uneasy, Zheng Yuan quickly walked into his bedroom and found Ouyang lying on the desk, seemingly asleep, holding a black Mitsubishi gel pen in his hand.Zheng Yuan walked over and bent down to confirm Ouyang's sleeping face, but saw Ouyang's eyelashes trembling slightly, and the tears oozed from the corners of his eyes wet the pages of the book next to his face.On the page over there, there was a bunch of English that Zheng Yuan couldn't understand, and looking aside, there was also a book filled with unintelligible English.Only the title of "living and design" was understood by Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan took two steps back softly, afraid of waking up Ouyang and embarrassing him.But seeing Ouyang's tears, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and then retracted it.As soon as his hand was back in the air, Ouyang noticed the sound, blinked, and woke up.

"Are you back?" Ouyang sat up with sleepy eyes, yawned as if nothing had happened, rubbed his eyes, and greeted Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan froze and withdrew his hand to scratch the hair on the back of his head, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'm saying goodbye to Wei Chen today, it will be late if I'm not careful."

Ouyang shook his head carelessly, closed the books on the table, and asked: "I left a meal for you in the living room, I'll go to heat it up, can you have some more?"

Zheng Yuan hurriedly stopped him and said: "It's okay if it's cold, I'm afraid it will be hot."

Ouyang smiled and put away the books, paper and pens. Zheng Yuan returned to the living room and was about to remove the plastic wrap on the dishes when he heard Ouyang remind him in the bedroom: "Don't forget to wash your hands."

Zheng Yuan wiped his trouser pockets twice, wanting to deal with it.On second thought, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Ouyang likes spicy food, but today's dishes are all bland.Although Zheng Yuan lost his appetite after drinking, he still filled a bowl of rice, sat at the table decently, and took two mouthfuls of each dish.

While drinking tomato and egg soup, Ouyang packed up his things, came out of the bedroom, sat down on the chair opposite him, and asked, "I haven't cooked for a long time, are you used to it?"

Zheng Yuan puffed his cheeks and nodded, swallowed the soup in his mouth, and even said it was delicious.

Ouyang propped his elbows on the table, watching Zheng Yuan eat.Zheng Yuan was uncomfortable being looked at, turned his head and glanced at the master bedroom after Wei Chen moved out, and said, "Wei Chen has moved out, I have to find someone to share this room with."

Ouyang lowered his head and fiddled with the lighter thrown on the dining table, thinking about it but didn't speak.

"What? Do you want to introduce me?" Seeing Ouyang's listless look, Zheng Yuan felt sour in his heart, and continued to talk.

Ouyang raised his head and asked, "Renting a house is not easy when you think about it. I have been graduating for almost two years, and I haven't rented a house outside yet."

Zheng Yuan took a mouthful of rice stuck in his throat, took a sip of soup and asked, "Don't you have a dormitory? Don't worry."

"The dormitory can only be lived in for two years. My room, when it's repaired, it's probably time to check out." Ouyang said, looking for the cigarette case at the corner of the table, opened it to see that there was only one left, and put it back. place.

Zheng Yuan lowered his head to pick up the rice, feeling Ouyang's eyes sticking tightly to him above his head.He didn't need to look up to know that this gaze was just like Ouyang's when he was a child, and the pleading with a sense of proportion and distance made it impossible to refuse.Keep silent, and wait until the time when you can't resist this kind of gaze again,

He raised his head, turned his eyes around Ouyang's smiling face, and then flew to the corner of the living room.He whispered: "You are used to living alone, can you get used to this kind of house?"

"Maybe I'm really not used to it." After listening to Zheng Yuan's words, Ouyang picked up the lighter with the metal casing again, and answered after serious thinking.

Zheng Yuan sighed, put the chopsticks together on the rice bowl, said "I'm done eating", and got up to wash the dishes.Ouyang heard the noise of pots and pans in the kitchen, got up and walked back to the bedroom.

After tidying up the kitchen, Zheng Yuan quietly went back to his room to search for a change of clothes. Ouyang sat on the floor reading a book and asked, "What are you looking for?", but he didn't answer.

After washing and rinsing, thinking that Ouyang was still renting, he simply cleaned the bathroom messed up by himself.When he came out, he took a look in the vacated master bedroom.I probed in and found that the debris piled up by Wei Chen last night had been cleared away.The wooden bed frame and spring mattress are outside, which looks a bit harsh.There was nothing on the desk or dresser.The big wardrobe was open, and there was only a summer cool quilt folded into dried tofu. The bright yellow color was still fresh. It was a gift left by Wei Chen.

Zheng Yuan picked up Xia Liang's quilt and returned to the room, threw Xia Liang's quilt at Ouyang's feet, and said: "If the air conditioner is turned on in the middle of the night and it's cold, cover it."

Ouyang put down the book in his hand, looked up at Zheng Yuan, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I can't live for a few days."

As he spoke, he arched his toes, hid his feet under the cool summer quilt, and continued to read.

Zheng Yuan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.He never thought that Ouyang would be so annoying.

Isn't it because of a broken love that he gave up on himself and revealed his true nature?

Zheng Yuan wiped his wet hair with a towel, and sat down on the opposite chair.He looked at Ouyang, and Ouyang looked at the book, and the book was so boring that it made a clatter from time to time.He continued to rub his hair until he felt that the top of his head might start to go bald, and Ouyang didn't even look back at him.

After ink staining for a while, Zheng Yuan cleared his throat and said, "What...cough... I think the master bedroom is pretty clean. If you don't mind it, you can move in here. But this is an old house, and the water pipes are easy to block. The heating is not hot, and the aunt in the building chats downstairs after 6 o'clock in the morning on weekends. In short, there are quite a lot of problems. It doesn't matter if you don't like it. If you can make do, it's like helping me to share some rent."

After finishing a long series of lines, he thought about it again, scratched his eyes and said, "The master bedroom is 1500 a month, and the rent for three months is paid at a time. It is several times more expensive than your dormitory, right?"

After hearing Zheng Yuan's words, Ouyang closed the book, pondered for a while, and asked cautiously, "When can I move here?"

"Anytime, the house is vacant. But today is late, I will find time to help you someday..."

"Okay. Let's do it tomorrow." Before Zheng Yuan finished speaking, Ouyang agreed decisively.

Ouyang, this bastard!Zheng Yuan cursed secretly in his heart, knowing that it was impossible for him to refuse him, he went around and beat around the bush.If you want to rent together, to be honest, can Zheng Yuan run away?Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat inexplicably, and when he looked up, he saw Ouyang smiling at him with wide-eyed eyes, which was obvious in his smile.

Zheng Yuan realized that Ouyang held his own weakness in his hands and squeezed it tightly.With some reluctance, he shirked: "Not tomorrow, I will go to interview with Gu Jun tomorrow night."

Ouyang said it doesn't matter, I can move it by myself, so I checked the time on my new phone, said I was going to sleep, and blocked Zheng Yuan's words.He turned on the alarm clock on his mobile phone and put it on the head of the bed, pulled up the summer cool quilt stacked on his feet, rolled into the bed, turned his back to Zheng Yuan, and started to sleep.

Zheng Yuan waved the towel behind him, and walked to the living room with his mouth curled up. The alarm clock on the coffee table showed that the time was not yet ten o'clock in the evening.He turned on the air conditioner in the living room, nestled on the sofa, and read the city's evening news without thinking.Which neighborhood someone jumped from a building, which company operated illegally, seemed to be far away from him, to the other side of the universe, and he himself could not find a place to stay.

After watching TV in a daze for a while, the unresolved vacancy in his heart was gradually occupied by the fact that Ouyang was about to move in to live with him, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort in his heart.Although he was too sleepy to move, he still struggled to turn off the air conditioner and crawled back to the bedroom to sleep.

Ouyang sleeps very well, often lying on the pillow and sleeping all night without moving.Zheng Yuan rolled onto the bed indiscriminately, pulled up the towel that the two of them had covered together last night, and fell asleep sullenly.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Zheng Yuan felt that his left arm was so numb that he couldn't find the existence of his left hand.He wiggled his fingers vigorously from his sleep, and after a while, he finally found his left hand, but his arm was still unable to move.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and with the dim light coming in from the street lamp outside the window, he realized that it was because of Ouyang who was sleeping beside him.

Ouyang fell asleep on his back, breathing evenly.But he didn't know when he stretched out his hand from under Xia Liang's quilt, and tightly grasped Zheng Yuan's left wrist.The white fingers are very clear in the dark.

Zheng Yuan gently held Ouyang's wrist, trying to pull his hand away.Unexpectedly, Ouyang's fingers tightened like a conditioned reflex.

Zheng Yuan realized that this might be a habit of Ouyang and Jiang Xiaofan being together.The thought of this possibility made him sad.But if letting Ouyang hold his wrist in this way can give him comfort, Zheng Yuan has no reason not to follow him.

Therefore, Zheng Yuan gave up resisting, half of his body stiffened, unable to sleep at all.

Anyway, he was still awake when he was awake, he unconsciously approached the sleeping Ouyang.

How close is the proper distance? This question whizzed through his mind, and then was forgotten.Finally, the tip of his nose touched Ouyang's hair.He smelled something like trees after rain, mixed with green wheatgrass.

This smell reassured Zheng Yuan like returning to his childhood, but it was slightly different from that time, scratching his nostrils to the depths of his heart.

Zheng Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt his head and ears burning hot.

He jerked back and felt a hot stream flow out of his nose.He hurriedly stretched out his empty hand to cover his nose, trying to get up to get the tissue box on the desk.

Zheng Yuan was in such a hurry, Ouyang's hand gripping his wrist tightened again. After feeling the abnormal movement from the outside world, Ouyang came to his senses and subconsciously opened his hand lightly.

Zheng Yuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, raised his head and stretched his arms to reach the tissue box, one of them was not on guard, and fell to the floor with a plop.

Ouyang hit the bedside, touched the glasses and put them on, turned on the bedside lamp with some confusion, and looked in the direction of Zheng Yuan: "Why did you roll on the ground? Are you okay?"

Zheng Yuan held his nose and didn't dare to turn around, he said vaguely: "The floor, it doesn't hurt to fall."

Hearing what he said, Ouyang was still worried, so he got up to help him check.Zheng Xin thought this was a serious matter, so she hurriedly got up, grabbed the tissue box on the desk, said without looking back, "I'll go to the toilet to deal with it, you go to sleep", and ran out of the bedroom.

When I went to the bathroom, I let go and saw that the blood had stopped flowing.In fact, there was not a few drops of blood shed in total, even if Ouyang saw it, it could be explained as the result of a bump.But he recalled the last sentence before leaving the bedroom, but he was too embarrassed to look at himself in the mirror.

"I'll go to the toilet to deal with it", darling, what else is there for a single older man who needs to go to the toilet in the middle of the night?Besides, he also took a box of tissues.

Zheng Yuan hastily flushed his face under the faucet, and decided to award the most shameful incident in his life to himself at this moment.

From then on, Zheng Yuan will become the spokesperson of idiots in Ouyang's heart.

If he had known this would happen, if he was killed, he would have to wake up Ouyang the moment he realized his wrist was being grabbed, so that he would let go.

But Zheng Yuan couldn't bear to wake up Ouyang, that's why he will suffer on his own now.

He was mushrooming in the bathroom, but he heard Ouyang's footsteps as he opened the bedroom door and walked towards the bathroom.

This house is about the size of a sesame seed, and Ouyang's long legs can walk to the door of the bathroom in just a few steps.Zheng Yuan didn't face Ouyang directly, before Ouyang stopped, he suddenly pushed open the bathroom door, bowed his head and walked straight to the bedroom.

"Aren't you hurt?" Ouyang asked concerned when he saw Zheng Yuan approaching him in a daze.

"It's okay, it's okay, go back to the room and sleep." Zheng Yuan ran into the bedroom without looking back, and fell down on the pillow.Ouyang's words just now undoubtedly sounded like a kind of euphemistic ridicule to him.

Ouyang stood in the aisle, confused.

"Isn't it just a nosebleed from the fire, why is it as scary as being disfigured?" Ouyang recalled the few drops of blood on Zheng Yuan's pillow, and wondered.Zheng Yuan usually doesn't pay much attention to his appearance, how come he is tweaking it today?

But he thought it was interesting just now when Zheng Yuan was lying on the floor, exposing his crimson neck and ears.The red image was stained on his retina, which was extremely eye-catching.

For a long time, Ouyang Wensi thought that even if he was called the modern version of Liu Xiahui, it would not be an exaggeration.But standing in the sweltering aisle at this moment, he felt that he needed to take a break.

Open the window of the living room to blow the warm night breeze for a while, Ouyang returned to the bedroom, and saw that Zheng Yuan had been tightly covered from head to toe with a towel, clinging to the outer edge of the bed, motionless.

"Is it hot?" He walked over and lightly pulled the towel covering Zheng Yuan's face. Zheng Yuan's head was firmly pressed against the corner of the towel, and he turned silently into the bed. The white cotton vest behind him It was rolled up crookedly with the black shorts, exposed outside the towel.

Ouyang stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Zheng Yuan's exposed "fox tail". Zheng Yuan's waist moved away like a spring, and stretched out his hand to pull the towel and cover it tightly.

Ouyang held back his laughter, lowered the air conditioner by two degrees, bypassed the mattress and lay down on the floor from the other side, and whispered, "I'll move my things from the dormitory tomorrow. This way I don't have to share a bed with you." The bed is over, and you are at ease."

Zheng Yuan seemed to be asleep and didn't respond.After a while, he turned his back to Ouyang and said: Whatever you want. "