best day

The spring scenery of West Lake is a must, but it is a pity that there are countless tourists here during the festival, and the beautiful visual effect will inevitably be greatly discounted in the hustle and bustle.

However, Dewey, who loves to play, was still happy. In the early morning, he took a camera and took a taxi to the neighborhood with great interest, and he was filming endlessly.

Of course Zheng Luolai was a little bored.

After waiting and forcing passers-by to help them take a few photos on Su Causeway Avenue, Dewey suddenly laughed and said, "I've wanted to come here for a long time."

Zheng Luolai couldn't see that he had the potential of a literati and poet, so he frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Because I watch "Legend of the White Snake" every summer vacation!" Dewey replied as a matter of course, and then sang: "Wait once in a thousand years~ Wait once, love~~"

...Zheng Luolai was silent.

Dewey was surprised: "Haven't you seen it?"

Zheng Luolai replied: "No."

Dewey was shocked: "You don't have a childhood!"

childhood?Zheng Luolai only remembered that when he was young, his arrogant parents kept arguing non-stop.

Throw him to his grandfather's house in Beijing this summer, and leave him at his aunt's house in Europe that winter, trying to get rid of this little trouble like kicking a football.

Of course Zheng Luolai was also injured, and once squatted in a luxurious empty house and cried silently.

But later, when I grew up, I began to think coldly, why should I suffer for someone who doesn't care about me?

He doesn't have to worry about anyone, he just needs to be happy.

Dewey couldn't help but push him when he was distracted: "Hey, what are you thinking?"

Zheng Luolai had never confide in anyone in his life, so he naturally changed the subject: "I'm hungry, aren't you hungry?"

Dewey rubbed his stomach: "What do you want to eat? I want to eat Pizza Hut."

"Can you pursue a little bit?" Zheng Luolai smiled, hooked his shoulders and said, "Come with me."

Dewey broke away with a slightly strange expression, then lowered his head abruptly and muttered: "Ah, uh... the camera is almost out of battery."

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Louwailou is adjacent to Su Causeway on the left and West Lake on the right. It is a well-known Hangzhou restaurant.

You can see the beautiful scenery of Quyuan Fenghe by the window here, and in this prime location, the most authentic West Lake vinegar fish and other authentic delicacies are naturally expensive.

Fortunately, Zheng Luolai has long been accustomed to such expenses.

He made a phone call and booked a private room with a quiet environment in the clubhouse. He was obviously the one who was hungry, but after ordering a table full of dishes, he showed a calm expression that he was too lazy to move his chopsticks.

On the contrary, Dewey ate in a daze, and when his hungry and protesting stomach was gradually soothed, he remembered to ask, "Why don't you eat, you obviously ate a lot before."

To be honest, Zheng Luolai fell into trouble again, but he would never speak, just laughed.

Dewey raised his eyebrows, stared and said, "I found you to be weird these days, what happened? Or is it possessed by a ghost?!"

"...I have a stomachache." Zheng Luolaihan didn't lie.

Since he went to the United States, he has been in a mess, and his stomach problems are more frequent than before.

Who knew that Dewey was shocked: "Ah, why didn't you say it earlier."

After finishing speaking, he ran out recklessly, and came in a minute later with a cup of hot water, "You warm your stomach first, and I'll go buy medicine for you."

Then, without waiting for Zheng Luolai to stop him, he disappeared again.

The hooligan who was thrown there was stunned, and he couldn't help but put down the cigarette in his hand, holding the cup of hot water in a daze.

He said to himself: Don't be stupid, you are not so innocent, and you are not short of people around you. A guy as careless as Dewey, why do you have to get entangled with him?

But after I finished speaking, I didn't know what to do. It was completely habitual, so I could only harden my heart.

-

The schedule was full until the evening, and Dewey picked up a small map on the side of the street to study again: "I bought a drama ticket, is that theater far from here?"

Zheng Luolai, who was not thinking about playing at all, came back to his senses, and said lightly: "I'm not going."

Dewey was puzzled: "Huh?"

Zheng Luolai seemed to be returning to her former spirit at this moment, and blinked a little badly: "I'm going to meet a friend."

It's a pity that Dewey's nervousness is okay, but he said disappointedly: "Oh... my classmates said this drama is funny, don't you watch it..."

Zheng Luolai raised his hand to stop a taxi, and opened the door for him: "Don't look at it."

The attitude is very decisive.

Dewey had no choice but to take off his sports cap and wipe his sweaty forehead, sat in and said, "Then I'll go by myself."

Zheng Luolai's expression was neither salty nor dull, he told the driver clearly about the destination, and then waved goodbye to Ermeng.

It is not difficult for him to find a "friend" anywhere quickly, let alone do it on purpose.

-

But he said that Dewey, who was left alone, watched the drama in a daze, and walked out of the theater gate with the audience talking and laughing with each other, but he didn't think it was very good.

He doesn't like being alone, especially in a city where he is unfamiliar.

When he was standing in the night and walking God, the phone suddenly rang.

It's the elder brother who cares more about his whereabouts than Bai Xia.

Dewey then said, "Hello?"

Du Yi was probably at home, with a relaxed tone: "What are you doing, is Hangzhou fun?"

For some unknown reason, Dewey actually lied: "I just watched the play with Zheng Luolai, it was fun, I also went to West Lake, and ate West Lake vinegar fish, but it was a bit stuffy."

Du Yi instructed: "Then go back to the hotel and turn on the air conditioner. It's too late and don't stroll outside. Is there enough money?"

Dewey said: "Enough! I am now a millionaire!"

In this way, my brother seemed relieved, said a few words casually, and hung up the phone.

The night wind was blowing, and the "sultry" Dewey couldn't help shivering. He shook his head and thought: Let's go buy some delicious food. There will be a ball game on Central Five in the evening. You can watch it while eating with Zheng Luolai.

Thinking of this, he regained his energy, and went to the supermarket desperately.

-

ten o'clock.eleven o'clock.twelve o'clock.One o'clock.

Who knew that in the end, the hooligan didn't come back after waiting boringly in the hotel until the football game was over.

Dewey squatted on the bed and looked at the untouched snack bag in front of him, and finally dialed his number depressed.

Zheng Luolai answered quickly: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Dewey said angrily: "Where did you go! Why haven't you come back!"

Zheng Luolai said naturally: "I won't go back tonight."

"Ah, why?" Dewey wondered.

Before Zheng Luolai could answer, a young boy's laughter came from the phone.

Gently, softly.The kind he'd always liked to hook up with.

Dewey understood, and said without energy: "Well...bye."

Immediately turned off the phone.

Zheng Luolai, who was lying idly on the big bed in the five-star hotel, looked at the lost light of the phone screen, and his smiling expression gradually became flat.

Seeing that he finished talking, the boy next to him leaned up again and said, "Can you concentrate?"

Luxurious rooms, beautiful partners, intoxicating alcohol, and irresponsible one-night stands.

This is what belongs to me.

Zheng Luolai didn't look at the boy, but at the high ceiling chandelier, repeating the truth to himself thoughtfully.

-

Enough with the flair, I found another place to take a shower and have a massage.

By the time the hooligan wandered back to Rujia with no worries, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

He thought that with Dewey's character of running around, he must be outside.

Who knew that when she opened the door with the spare room card, she saw Ermeng sleeping motionless under the quilt, the thick curtains were drawn, and there was no light in the room.

Zheng Luolai pretended to turn on the light casually and said, "Are you going to sleep to death, what time is it?"

Dewey didn't move, he was still lying there.

Zheng Luolai walked to the bed and bent down, "Are you pretending to be dead?"

Dewey opened his eyes, stared at him for a while, and asked without any special expression: "I'm back, where do you want to go for a while?"

Having said that, I had fun.

Zheng Luolai felt relieved, and hummed, "It's boring not to visit the scenic spots anymore."

Dewey stood up, grabbed the chicken coop and wondered, "How interesting is that?"

Zheng Luolai sat down and lit a cigarette: "It's nothing interesting, I've been to Hangzhou eight hundred times."

Dewey didn't say anything more.

Zheng Luolai was afraid that he would go crazy and lose his temper again, so he wanted to ease the atmosphere: "Are you hungry, can I invite you to eat?"

Dewey's face froze for a moment, and he fell on the bed again and said lazily, "I watched TV in the middle of the night, and I didn't wake up..."

Zheng Luolai wasn't sleepy at all, so he got up and said, "Then I'll go out and have something to eat, and I'll bring it back for you?"

Dewey hummed, as if he was going to sleep again.

Seeing this, Zheng Luolai left the room leisurely.

The moment the door was closed, the aggrieved Du Ermeng immediately blushed.

Followed master to run a lot of news, helped other people edit films, and often helped the director of the TV station to make programs, and finally saved some money.

The original plan was to buy some gifts for the whole family.

Later, when I saw Zheng Luolai who had finally returned to China, I changed my mind in an instant. I wanted to invite him to travel during the holidays, to play around, eat delicious food, take pictures, and hang out. I was very happy thinking about it.

But Zheng Luolai was picky from the very beginning, like a young master, he was not satisfied with anything.

Forget about it, when he went to the scenic spot or took a boat, he either smoked or played with his mobile phone, he didn't even bother to look at it, and he didn't even raise his head.

I left myself like that again yesterday...

Although Zheng Luolai seemed to have nothing wrong.

But Dewey, who has always been very magnanimous and doesn't care about anything, is very sad.

He was lying there, his face pressed against the pillow, deformed ridiculously.

Childish tears flowed slowly on the ridiculous face, which looked very sad again.

-

"Lazy pig, wake up, it's time to eat."

More than an hour later, Zheng Luolai opened the door with a few bento boxes.

But the hotel room, which was supposed to be a mess, was strangely deserted.

Dewey's pile of luggage everywhere was gone, and so was Dewey.

Zheng Luolai suddenly had a bad feeling.

He walked around, and sure enough, he saw a note on the table.

"I'm going home first, and I booked a ticket for you. The flight number is below. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

There is no signature, and the handwriting is messy.

Zheng Luolai slowly put down the bento box in his hand, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart for a moment.