my fingertips for marriage

"You're a stinky service worker. If I touch you, I like you. Don't be so fucking shameless."

A strutting voice drowns out the music.

Holding his wine glass, An Ye said to Zou Jie who was watching the excitement, "Have a headache, get out."

"I'll go take a look." Zou Jie stood up and walked towards the troubled place.

The manager saw him and ran over immediately, "Boss, I'm dealing with it."

Zou Jie took a look at the situation and said, "My brother has a headache from the quarrel, you drive out the troublemaker and the waiter."

"Yes, boss." The manager was flustered. After all, he has been in charge of the bar for so many years without causing trouble. Today, the boss invited his friend to come, and this kind of thing happened. Don't think that he is not capable, and then blame him .

So he tried to explain, "The waiter was new yesterday, and he doesn't know the rules. The customer may have accidentally touched him, and he got angry."

"If you can't stand being eaten tofu, tell him not to do this." Zou Jie glanced at the standing waiter, his pupils widening suddenly.

"Fuck!" He pushed the manager away and ran towards the man, "Brother Sheng?" He pulled away the hands that were holding Qiao Sheng, checking his whole body, "Brother Sheng? Are you injured? There is a head injury. all right?"

The manager hurriedly followed, and was a little surprised to see Zou Jie treating the waiter like this.

Not far away at the booth, Feng Feng, who was watching the excitement, also recognized who the bullied waiter was, and he shouted in amazement: "Is that person Brother Sheng?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt someone flash past his eyes.When he went to look again, An Ye was already standing in front of Qiao Sheng.

Coincidentally, the person whose head was hit by the wine bottle had no blood on his face just now, but when he was stared at by An Ye, blood slowly flowed out along his temples and browbones.

An Ye took off his coat without changing his expression, turned his face over and put it on Qiao Sheng's head, took him by the arm and walked outside.

The guest who was passing by looking for trouble didn't stop much, but he had already buckled a wine bottle on his head.

"Your uncle..." The man was pushed down by Zou Jie before he finished cursing.

An Ye led Qiao Sheng to the bar again, regretting not letting A Dong wait for him outside.

When he was looking for a car, A Dong drove up to him, ran to open the back seat door for him, and said, "I think it's better to wait for the boss outside..."

He stopped talking suddenly, and saw that the face covered by the clothes was very similar to the people in the photos he had seen.

"Go to the hospital." An Ye's cold voice pulled back A Dong's thoughts, and he immediately started the car and galloped towards the hospital.

On the way, An Ye helped Qiao Sheng suppress the blood on his head without saying a word.A Dong looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror. Their faces were getting paler and colder than the other.

Looking at An Ye again, one hand was pressing on Qiao Sheng's head, and the other was unconsciously grabbing his wrist with great force, as if he was afraid that someone would run away.

"Xiaoye." Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the intersection and waited for a red light, and the person whose head was bleeding was the first to speak.

"Shut up." An Ye interrupted what he was going to say, "I'll explain after covering the wound."

The car fell into silence again, and there were no cars making noise around, which made the breathing of the two people in the car clearly audible.

An Ye felt that it was unreal, so he clenched Qiao Sheng's arm a little bit more, feeling the pain in his finger bones, so he was relieved.

Finally arrived at the hospital, An Ye led Qiao Sheng to the emergency department, anxiously helped him sit on a chair, and said to the doctor on duty, "Hurry up and clean the wound, it was smashed by a wine bottle, there may be glass shards inside."

The doctor cut the hair around Qiao Sheng's wound, checked the wound on the top of his head, and found that there were only glass scratches and no glass residue, so he cleaned him up and stitched him up, and finally hung a bottle of liquid.

"A Dong." An Ye called someone over, "Go to the hospital."

"No need." Qiao Sheng stopped A Dong, "I don't need to be hospitalized."

An Ye glanced at A Dong, and A Dong ran to go through the formalities.

Qiao Sheng looked at the man with a very cold expression, "I really don't need to be hospitalized, I'll be fine after the infusion."

An Ye sat beside him, holding his wrist with one hand, and looked at the white wall in front of him, "I'll have a brain examination in a while to see if I've been hit by a concussion. Stay tonight and observe, I'll Make sure you're fine before you go."

Qiao Sheng smiled slightly, "You are still the same, very domineering, I will listen to you everywhere."

"Really?" An Ye couldn't laugh, "No matter how overbearing you are, don't you run away? I don't see you listening to me."

Qiao Sheng withdrew his smile, stared at the phalanx where he was holding his wrist that was hurting, saw the veins on the back of his hand protruding, thought he was uncomfortable, so he patted the back of his hand with his hand, "You can relax, I can't run. "

Only then did An Ye realize that he had been holding onto him.He wanted to let go of his hand, but found that he lost control of that hand, as if the hand was unwilling to let go, and it had nothing to do with his thoughts.

"Close your eyes and take a rest, don't talk." An Ye diverted the two people's attention from that hand, and didn't intend to let go.

Qiao Sheng's head was indeed a little confused. He didn't know if it was because of being smashed, or because he felt relieved after seeing An Ye again, so when he really closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the hospital bed.He looked at An Ye who had been staring at him in astonishment, "How did I get here?"

"Just like when I was a child, being hugged by me." An Ye sat on another empty bed.

"You...don't do this kind of thing when you grow up. Just wake me up."

An Ye's face was gloomy, and he asked him lightly, "How long have you not rested?"

"what?"

"Woke you up?" An Ye was a little annoyed, "I did call you, but you didn't fucking fall asleep, you passed out. The doctor said you were overworked, do you want to explain?"

Qiao Sheng smiled slightly, "Isn't it normal for you to be a little tired when you're an adult?"

"Yeah, you're an adult now." An Ye snorted coldly, "Once you leave, you'll be in your 20s when you come back."

Qiao Sheng clenched his fists, he sat up slowly, looked down at the white quilt, and said slowly, "I'm sorry, Xiao Ye..."

"You fucking shut up." An Ye interrupted him, "I'm going to sleep, you can run if you want, and lie down and rest if you don't want to."

Qiao Sheng looked at the person who was going to accompany him on the bed, and persuaded him, "You don't have to sleep here..."

"Are you fucking sleeping or not?"

"Sleep...sleep." Qiao Sheng shook his head helplessly, covered the quilt and lay down.His eyes were slanted towards the person who he didn't know whether he had closed his eyes or not, and moisture appeared in his pupils.

Early the next morning, Qiao Shengding's alarm clock rang. He hadn't slept so easily for a long time, and he felt very energetic.He rolled over and got out of bed and found that his head didn't hurt much.He thought about waking An Ye up to go through the discharge procedures, but found that An Ye was not lying on the hospital bed.

When he was about to look for him, he found a person wrapped in a quilt and shrunk at the door. His whole body was pressed against the door, and he would be able to detect as long as the door moved.

"Xiaoye." Qiao Sheng squatted at the door and shook the person who was sleeping in an uncomfortable position, "Get up."

An Ye woke up suddenly, "Don't go." He regained consciousness only to find that Qiao Sheng was right in front of him.

Thinking he was dreaming, he sat down for a while before realizing that they were in the hospital, and Qiao Sheng still had bandage marks on his head.

He leaned against the door and panted for a while, his expression getting colder and colder.

Qiao Sheng fastened the buttons on his chest that he had loosened, and asked him softly, "Why are you sleeping on the floor?"

"Sleepwalking." An Ye pushed his hand away and stood up, adjusted his clothes and said, "How do you feel?" Although his voice was cold, he stared at the man without daring to blink.

"I'm fine." Qiao Sheng picked up the quilt on the ground and threw it on the hospital bed, and said, "Let's go, I have to go to work in the morning."

"Is the bar open during the day too?"

"Other jobs I do during the day."

"What job?"

"..." Qiao Sheng replied indifferently: "I am doing procurement in a company."

An Ye said coldly: "Didn't you always want to do scientific research?"

"The university I attended didn't have that major."

"Your grades can be admitted to that major."

Qiao Sheng shook his head helplessly, "It's all over."

"Yes, it's all over." An Ye pulled open the door and said to the people behind him, "I'll take you to work."

Qiao Sheng refused, "No need, I'll go home and change clothes by myself."

"Then I'll take you home."

"No, I..."

"Walk."

Qiao Sheng sighed softly, and followed behind An Ye.

The two sat in the back row and were speechless all the way. A Dong felt that the atmosphere was weird, and wanted to turn on the radio to ease the atmosphere, but he gave up this idea after seeing An Ye's frozen face.

The car drove into the old housing area of ​​the old city, turned a few turns and stopped in front of a bungalow.The houses here are dense, and the neighbors share a courtyard wall, and the environment is humid and dirty.

"How long have you lived here?" An Ye asked Qiao Sheng when he was about to get off the car.

Qiao Sheng stopped holding the door lock, looked at him and replied, "Less than a year."

"What about before? Where do you live?"

"I went to school in Pingzhou and came back years ago."

Years ago?An Ye thought of the news that Feng Feng revealed to him yesterday, he thought that the person was just talking nonsense to curry favor with him, but he didn't expect that the most unlikely thing turned out to be true.

An Ye looked at the living conditions and environment here, and at the people who could get used to living here, and felt a pain in his heart unconsciously.He continued to ask: "Is the house rented?"

"Yes."

"If I rent it to you..."

"Xiaoye, leave me alone."

An Ye clenched his fists, looked out of the car window, looked at the person who said the words 'leave me alone' through the reflection of the glass, and his heart ached.Yeah, why bother with him?From the day he abandoned him and left alone, he shouldn't care about him anymore.

You shouldn't go crazy looking for him, and you shouldn't ask around for news about him.

People have already thought about it, leaving themselves to be passionate...

"Which family is your family?" An Ye never looked at the people next to him, but he didn't intend to let him leave easily.

"The one with two pots of yellow chrysanthemums at the door."

Only then did An Ye move his head, and saw the house with potted chrysanthemums from the front window.He thought for a while, and couldn't help but said, "I want to go in and have a sit."

"My mother is at home..."

"I want to meet her too..."

"Forget it, she has been in poor health these years, I don't want her to see you and remember the past." Qiao Sheng was about to open the door.

An Ye grabbed the man's wrist and squeezed it tighter and tighter.

Qiao Sheng pushed his hand, "I'm going to be late for work, if you have anything to say, let's make an appointment." He patted the person who didn't let go, "I won't run anymore, since I decided to come back, I won't go anymore. "

An Ye let go of the person who said these words, and threw his mobile phone to him before he drove the door.Feeling worried, he warned him in a cold voice: "Don't turn off the phone, wait for my call." After a long while, he said, "Get out of the car."