Xiao Lang Jing

The next morning, when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Zhao Meng opened his eyes beside Song Qiran, this time he woke up earlier than Song Qiran.Last night they just slept in each other's arms, so close to each other that they could smell the shower gel on each other's body, it was dry, fragrant, and dreamless all night.

Zhao Meng tiptoed up, and when he came out of the bedroom, he thoughtfully closed the door, and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was only less than eight o'clock.In terms of style, he is not a person who knows how to create a romantic atmosphere. The pots and pans in Song Qiran's kitchen that are used to cook delicate crops are all unfamiliar to him. Possibility to find soy milk pancake shop.

The doorbell rang, and Zhao Meng, who was wearing a vest and boxers, was frightened for a moment.

His first reaction was to go back to his room and wake Song Qiran up, and then he remembered the tired look on the man's face because of his busy work - until he got up this morning, he could still see two light blue shadows under Song Qiran's eyes, which made him reluctant To disturb the other party's rare sleep.During this moment of hesitation, the music of the doorbell had stopped, and it turned into a more rapid movement of directly tapping the door with the palm of your hand.

Zhao Mengla opened the door.Leaning against the door frame was an impatient man.

"I said in the morning, are you deaf or—"

The man who was still complaining raised his head and met Zhao Meng's eyes, but suddenly there was no movement.He glanced at Zhao Meng as if he had seen a ghost, and took two steps back to confirm the house number again.

"This is Song Qiran's house?"

Zhao Meng awkwardly rubbed his hands on the vest, as if he wanted to wipe off some dirt that didn't exist.He just remembered that he didn't even have time to wash his face, so he made a gesture with a blank face.

"Ah, he...he is still sleeping, do you want to go in and wait for him?"

The eyes of the man outside the door changed. In just a short moment, his changing expression was tainted with comprehension, scrutiny, playfulness, guessing, and many other levels of content, and finally landed on a smile with just the right curvature.

"Understood, boyfriend, he's pretty handsome."

Zhao Meng really didn't understand why he showed such a meaningful smile. Before he figured it out, the muscles on his two arms had already been pinched.

"Ouch, fuck me..." The man whose fingers were lingering between the muscle texture let out a short exclamation, and stared carefully at Zhao Meng's face with some scrutiny, "Where did he dig you out..."

He didn't finish his sentence, Zhao Meng can be sure that the other party's naked eyes almost swept his whole body, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to take a step back in order to politely let him into the room, but There was already a pair of hands ahead of him, grabbing the edge of the anti-theft door from behind Zhao Meng, and before Zhao Meng could react, he slammed the door shut with a bang.

The movement of the door slamming made an abrupt movement in the silent morning, and soon there was the sound of jumping and complaining outside the door.

"Song Qiran, you bastard! You open the door for my mother! Do it! You have the ability to seduce a man, but you have the ability to open the door!"

"Neuropathy."

Song Qiran, who was crossing his arms, rolled his eyes. He hadn't fully woken up yet, and his sleepy Liu Hai collapsed to cover part of his brows and eyes. An unexplained yawn made the corners of his eyes red. Exudes the low air pressure of early rising.

"The chief designer of the company," he leaned against the door and explained to Zhao Meng, "I'm a partner."

Zhao Meng suddenly remembered his statement about his bad temper.I don't know why, but looking at Song Qiran who didn't show any face because he was interrupted to rest, I still find it very interesting.

When the door was opened, Song Qiran's partner was already on the verge of exploding, the PVC bag in his hand was creaking, his face was full of intent to bite Song Qiran to death but he didn't know where to start. demeanor.

Song Qi then leaned his back on Zhao Meng's chest, and sneered "hehe".

"Are you honest?" he asked in a high-pitched voice, "won't you make a phone call before you come?"

It was fine if he didn't say it, but the one who wanted to kill him looked even crazier after he said it.

"The orange lightning warning was issued in the middle of the night yesterday, and the whole company left early by the only fucking person." He gritted his teeth and said.

"so what?"

"In the middle of the night, the property management of the building pulled the switch, and the whole building was dark. It was raining so hard that I couldn't even get a taxi. My mother, I was with those trash from the public relations department of the design department. The company made do with it for three hours until dawn, and the phone has already run out of battery, okay?"

This is the second time he has used the word "Old Lady" to call himself. Zhao Meng was dumbfounded by that statement, and took a sneak peek. .As Song Qiran's partner, he seems to know the layout of this room very well. As soon as he entered the room, he pulled out a coat hook from the wall to hang his coat, and then took out slippers from the cabinet to change. I kept talking about things like "The weather was so good during the day yesterday, I thought it was like dancing with you, do you know that the sky changes so quickly at night?".

Song Qiran took the PVC bag from him, took out a stack of things in the shape of hard foam boards, and quickly inspected it.

"That's all the samples that have been finalized so far, take a look, and give me an accurate word after reading it."

After making a series of noises, the uninvited guest who finally settled himself down told Song Qiran, then turned his head and locked his eyes on Zhao Meng again, as if the "Song Qiran's boyfriend" who popped out of nowhere in front of him was the only one in the room. Characters worthy of their own interest.

Zhao Meng suddenly regretted why he didn't take advantage of the meeting just now to go into the room and put on a pair of pants.

"Hello, I haven't formally introduced myself yet." The visitor extended a hand to him generously while smiling, which was quite different from the tense posture when he was facing Song Qiran, and there was even a hint of smugness in that smile that was not difficult to detect Flattery means, "I am Lao Song's current business partner, designer, you can call me Dave, 88 years old, Pisces, what about you?"

Zhao Meng hesitated about how he should answer.Song Qiran stopped checking the samples.

"The morning show came to my house." He narrowed his eyes, paused, and called another name, "Zhang Dachun, your skin is itchy, aren't you?"

Zhang Dachun, who was called to get his real name on his ID card, the man who was Dave just a second ago cast a death glance at Song Qiran.They have worked together for too long, and they both know each other's weakness. His parents didn't know what to think when they gave birth to a child. They insisted on collecting the four seasons for the family. Dong's dog, his name smells like an excavator in the whole family, but he is still a design student, if he dares to print his real name on his business card, he will really have to die to thank the world.

So at this moment, looking at Song Qiran, he smiled with a sense of unequaledness.

"What are you doing? I'll just ask for your name. Can I still grab a man from you?" He patted Zhao Meng's chest so hard that even Zhao Meng himself looked sideways. Only then did I realize that Zhang Dachun's muscles were actually quite strong under that wide-necked sweater.

"Hands down, you're pretending to be gay and addicted, aren't you?"

Zhao Meng's eyes widened, and the word "pretending to be gay" after "old lady" gave him a new round of mental bombardment. He really couldn't control his eyes and moved his eyes to Zhang Dachun's face, and found that the latter had put A face turned red with anger.

Pretending to be gay may be the culprit for all designers whose design taste is not recognized by Party A during their difficult and long careers. It is the last line of defense and the deepest shame. It can be both of these things at the same time.

"Song Qiran! You must be sick!"

Song Qiran looked at Zhang Dachun leisurely.

"I'm sick, do you have medicine, you don't have medicine, what are you yelling about, asking for money?"

"...****."

Dave, the chief designer, Zhang, who was trying to establish an elegant and intellectual image 2 minutes ago, finally gave up struggling and showed his true colors. He flung his arms and sat down on the sofa in Song Qiran's living room cursing, his thighs spread as if they were about to split.

He angrily glanced at Zhao Meng who hadn't said a word the whole time, pointed at him and began to lose his temper.

"Do you know that he is perverted? How can you bear him??"

Song Qiran stood where he was, appreciating with satisfaction the scene of his partner's trembling fingertips and panting like a cow, and turned back to the study with a smile on his face.

"Wait for me for half an hour, and I'll give you an answer." He told Zhang Dachun, taking away all the samples at the same time.

Zhang Dachun shut up, this is another reason why he often wanted to strangle Song Qiran to death but couldn't do it, from the perspective of a partner, that guy is really professional, many of the company's plans need his approval, and he said half An hour, then it will be half an hour, Song Qiran has always said what he said.

As a result, Zhao Meng, who was finally left behind, had to start playing the role of the house owner's virtuous housemate, and sat awkwardly on the seat opposite Zhang Dachun.

He felt that he should say something to comfort this little brother who was beaten to pieces by Song Qiran, but more, he really wanted to laugh.In order to avoid more misunderstandings caused by his outrageous and gangster smile, Zhao Meng tensed the muscles of his cheeks, and began to search for small things that could divert his attention under the coffee table of Song Qiran's house.

He found an unopened box of tea leaves.When he struggled to open the complicated outer packaging, Zhang Dachun had already responded with the calmness that a designer should have.

After all, he is a straight man, and he can only be angry with others for 3 minutes.

Zhao Meng instinctively felt that this might be a good time, so he took the first step and asked the question he wanted to ask a few minutes ago:

"Have you known Qi Ran for a long time?"

And

"He used to be like this too?"

He originally planned to add a note to the description he potentially wanted to express, what does it look like, cold on the outside and hot on the inside?Resolute?Not forgiving?

Until he found out that Zhang Dachun on the opposite side did something unexpected——

He sighed.As if deeply regretting why.

"Do you think that I wish that he would be hit by a car every day?" Zhang Dachun asked,

"I have known him since he first entered college. He is a professional and he is from Qinghe. Naturally, I have some sympathy. At that time, I was a graduate student. He was his senior brother, and he was the most promising student of my advisor. I was Was going to take him all the way to graduation. Guess what? After a year, he switched majors."

"Changed major?"

Zhang Dachun raised his eyelids to look at Zhao Meng.

"Otherwise, what do you think? I studied design, and he studied management. He said that his original major was not suitable. As a designer, he didn't have the passion to create and couldn't design anything. As a result, he became like a bird like his mother. It’s like a machine, with no human touch.”

As he spoke, he returned to the original topic.

"So I said, how can you bear him, how does he look like a suitable person to talk about?"

Zhao Meng smiled helplessly.

"It's not as exaggerated as you said," he replied, and put the divided tea bag into the glass cut from crystal. The tea bag exudes a strong and wonderful aroma, which evaporates in the air, and Zhao Meng's heart appears light. Sweetness, "Actually, he's pretty good, he's pretty good everywhere."

Zhang Dachun made a nasal sound.Did not refute his words.

"Yes, I admit this, he is not a bad person. To be honest, I don't think he has no design talent. Since the establishment of the company, all style trends have been dominated by him. He can keep up with the times, and customers like him. He actually has Very rare good taste you know what I mean."

Speaking of this, Zhang Dachun seemed to be a little emotional again, his shoulders collapsed completely,

"He is my most important partner. Of course I count on him to be good, but what can I do if he doesn't live up to him? After graduation for so many years, my mentor is still asking me about this kid. Changing his major on his own initiative, this has always been the biggest regret in the teacher's heart. Have you seen his works during the art test? I can't wait to rush to his house after reading it. I just want to ask his parents What on earth are you thinking of doing such a stupid thing, blinding a good young man for nothing, and turning him into this."

Song Qiran has been alone all these years. He has no one around him, no friends, no family members, and no lovers. As one of the few people who have an old friendship with him, Zhang Dachun has never been able to find a suitable object to vent his heart. Song Qiran's thoughts, he finally found out that there was Zhao Meng, confiscated the gate, and said too much at once.

Zhao Meng, who was completely unexpected, was stunned, and the action of pushing the steaming teacup towards Zhang Dachun was also a little stagnant.

Zhang Dachun did not expect him to react like this.

He opened and closed his mouth and looked at Zhao Meng in shock.

"You, don't know...?"

"Know what?" Zhao Meng asked blankly.

The original lively expression on Zhang Dachun's face disappeared, and he stared at Zhao Meng until Zhao Meng almost saw a look of anger on that face, and then said in a cold tone:

"In the summer of the year of the college entrance examination, his family sent him to Qinghe Rehabilitation Center for three months of compulsory isolation and treatment, just because he said he liked men."

He said it word for word.