best day

A ticket, exposure to the clouds.

Dewey finally listened to his mother and flew to the United States to find relatives for the New Year.

He sat on the edge of the bed blankly, looking at the Beijing that was fading away in an instant, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"When will you grow up?"

"I like people like Chen Lu, you will never be able to."

The two words that Zheng Luolai dropped before leaving were like two poisonous thorns in these days, piercing deeply in Dewey's heart.

The wound had already been poisoned deeply, but he didn't have the courage to look at it.

What is growing up?What do you call growing up?

If you like another person, why are you still with me?

Who can tell me the answer: How can I become another person?

——.

"Dewey! Here it is!"

As soon as he dragged his luggage out of the airport, he saw Chen Lu.

Among the bustling crowd, His Royal Highness was still so elegant and stood out from the crowd, as if letting all the sunshine shine on his beautiful face.

Even if the mood is complicated, it must be an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

Dewey still cheered up and jumped over: "Hey! How are you doing?"

Chen Lu dragged the box for him smoothly: "It's okay, let's go, let's eat."

Dewey chased after him and asked, "Where's Lin Lin?"

Mentioning this Eldest Young Master immediately made a black face: "I went to work with his mentor, and I haven't been back for a long time."

"Ouch, ouch," Dewey said with a chuckle, "Look at your resentful woman!"

Chen Lu glanced at him, and strode into the elevator without paying attention.

Dewey hurriedly squeezed in through the crack of the door: "Hahaha, it seems that you haven't been doing well recently!"

Chen Lu said lightly: "How about I ask Zheng Luolai to come over tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Dewey immediately fell silent.

——.

Delicious meals, lively and messy parties, drinking until slightly drunk, making jokes about meat and vegetables.

All this seemed to be the same as the previous days in Beijing, but when the bustle subsided, Dewey fell on the bed and felt a strange tiredness and confusion.

Perhaps it is not unfamiliar, in many of his spare time, this kind of emptiness will come as promised.

Let the happy as always become not really happy.

Chen Lu saw off the last group of guests, returned to the bedroom and threw a new pair of pajamas on him: "Take a shower before going to bed."

Dewey hugged the pillow and hummed: "I'm bored."

Chen Lu didn't bother to care about him, he went into the bathroom to take a shower, and then came back and sat by the bed to look at his phone, and said casually, "Are you going to New York tomorrow?"

"Well, tell my aunt." Dewey turned over: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Chen Lu opened the bedside table, found cigarettes and a lighter and threw them to him, and said, "Then come to my house for dinner at Christmas, and Lin Yilin will probably be back by then."

Dewey agreed, lit his cigarette and started smoking.

Seeing his decadent energy of swallowing clouds and mist, Chen Lu couldn't help mentioning again: "You really don't want to find..."

"It's okay, it's okay! It's not over!" Dewey suddenly raised his voice and complained: "I know my own affairs."

Chen Lu lay down beside him and said, "As you please."

Hearing that his breathing was getting shallower, Dewey got up and looked for an ashtray to pinch out the cigarette, then turned off the light, and looked at his figure in the dark, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The most terrible test of friendship in this world is to have envy and then jealousy towards a friend.

Dewey understood this truth quite well, but he still couldn't help but always compare Chen Lu with himself.

And every time the result made me very frustrated.

Although this behavior is meaningless, but... there are some things that I still can't let go of the fuck.

——.

Many years ago, Zheng Luolai defined his career in two words: mixed.

He was in a wealthy family, and what he thought of in this life was definitely not how to get ahead, but to protect himself wisely.

As long as one finds a stable place in the complicated kinship relationship, one will be able to have whatever one wants in this life.

So for a long, long time, Zheng Luolai never thought that his mind would be full of business experience, and he would spend his whole day thinking about how the company should develop and how much money it would make this year.

But now, he has become a workaholic who works overtime on weekends and holds late-night meetings.

He no longer appears in the feasting and feasting places, and he has cut off contact with his old friends.

If someone who once knew him saw this tall and thin young man on a street in New York, it would indeed be difficult to connect him with the cynical gangster from before.

This afternoon, Zheng Luolai hurried out of the office building again with a briefcase, intending to meet the client to discuss a contract in detail, but as soon as he reached the door, the phone rang.

Seeing that it was Chen Lu, he picked it up casually: "Hello?"

Since they left Beijing, the two of them had no contact at all, and even when Chen Lu got married, he didn't show up anywhere. One could imagine how unsalty the atmosphere was.

His Royal Highness didn't feel unfamiliar, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Zheng Luolai greeted acquaintances casually, and then said, "Go to work."

Chen Lu still did not beat around the bush: "Dewey is here, do you want to see him?"

It's been a long time, it's been a long time, and no one has mentioned this name again.

Even though his body recovered well after the operation, Zheng Luolai always felt faintly weak and painful somewhere.

About, that place is where the heart is.

He stopped and asked after a while, "Where is it?"

Chen Lu smiled: "I'll text you the address later, you should be busy first."

After talking, I hung up the phone.

Zheng Luolai put the phone back into his pocket, and after a while, he took it out again and looked at it worriedly, with mixed feelings.

——.

The interpersonal relationship in the United States is far less warm than that in China. Aunt Dewey's family is also a little lonely here. After finally receiving him, it is naturally a welcome with lights and festoons.

Ermeng was treated to delicious food and drinks, and smiled as heartlessly as she did when she was a child.

I ate at a restaurant outside, went to the movies with my aunt, and when I drove back, it was already late at night.

He was also sitting in the car eating a snack, his hands dirty with potato chips.

The lights of the car flickered, and I vaguely saw another strange car parked at the gate of the yard.

The aunt asked suspiciously: "Who? It's so late?"

Dewey started talking nonsense again: "Gun, do you have a gun? Is the security here good?"

"Stop talking nonsense." His aunt frowned and stopped the car.

Dewey, who was the most gossip, opened the door first and ran down, but after a few steps, he froze.

Because the person sitting in that car was vaguely familiar in the darkness.

Even, the familiar word is not used.

Because even if that person turned into ashes, he would still recognize him. He had the closest relationship with him, and he was Zheng Luolai.

Zheng Luolai was fiddling with a lighter, and the light flickered on and off at night.

His thin and pale face looked a little different from what he remembered.