best day

Zheng Luolai's speech is always half true and half false. After Dewey got home, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

Based on her understanding of him, Ermeng didn't ask any more questions, but sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't stop thinking about it. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, so she gritted her teeth and dialed Chen Lu's phone.

I don't know how many times I have said that it has nothing to do with Zheng Luolai. In such a seemingly concerned inquiring about the news, it would be a lie to say that it is not embarrassing.

It is probably night in the United States at the moment, and Chen Lu's voice is vaguely dreamy: "Hey, you have returned to Beijing, how are you doing?"

"It's pretty good." Dewey swayed on the floor uneasily twice: "What... can I ask you something..."

Chen Lu asked lightly: "What's the matter?"

Dewey boasted too much, he stammered: "Zheng..."

"Didn't he go back to Beijing? Didn't see you?" Chen Lu knew how heavy this guy was, so he suddenly laughed.

Dewey hesitated even more: "I see..."

Chen Lu laughed: "So?"

Dewey finally asked mysteriously: "Zheng Luolai said he was terminally ill, what's going on...do you know?"

"Oh..." Chen Lu snorted lazily, and asked back, "Why are you asking about this? Aren't you two all right?"

Dewey was furious: "I can't ask! Fortunately, everyone knows each other!"

Chen Lu could hardly hold back his laughter: "Okay, but his illness is only related to those who are close to him."

Dewey kept recalling that there was nothing wrong with Zheng Luolai except that he was a little skinny now, so he couldn't help but bewildered and said, "What?"

Chen Lu cleared his throat: "He seems to be inhumane. He indulged too much in the past. He has been treated in the United States for a long time, but there is no effect."

Dewey was stunned: "Huh?"

After a while, he said strangely again: "Is that so, you sleep in your bed, I'm going to eat."

After speaking, he hung up the phone hastily.

At this moment Chen Lu finally came out laughing on the pillow. Lin Yilin, who had been awakened by them a long time ago, closed his eyes and frowned, pulled the quilt over him cruelly, turned his back to him and complained softly: "boring."

-

Beijing is changing very quickly. It seems that every day a tall building rises here and a store closes there.

But if you lie lazily on the sofa and bask in the sun in the afternoon, you will always have an illusion: Beijing is still the same Beijing, and the temperature has not changed for years.

Zheng Luolai is enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

But who would have thought that just as he got up to grind a cup of coffee, he heard a very strong knock on the door.

Although it's been a long time since this movement happened, it's still clear who came.

Zheng Luolai hurriedly put down the coffee can, hurriedly put away the home decoration catalogs on the coffee table and sofa in a slight panic, and then opened the door pretending to be leisurely, and said to the panting Dewey, "Why do you want me?"

Ermeng, who was in the middle of winter, was also sweating from running, so he pushed him away unceremoniously, took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, drank it all, and then asked, "Did you abandon me because you were sick and hide from me?" How long have you been in America?"

Zheng Luolai turned around and closed the door without saying a word.

Dewey strode up behind him: "Stop pretending, Chen Lu told me everything!"

Zheng Luolai smiled helplessly: "There are many real things."

"You're the one who has a lot of things to do. What's the matter? This kind of disease doesn't matter..." Dewey lowered his voice strangely.

"Do you want something to eat?" Zheng Luolai didn't want to talk about the past, opened the refrigerator and looked through the bags in the supermarket: "It doesn't matter, it's serious."

Dewey slammed the refrigerator door shut: "What do you think of me, I didn't get together just to have sex with you!"

Zheng Luolai was stunned: "Fuck the sheets?"

Dewey looked at him, and then blushed.

Zheng Luolai's mind was spinning fast, after thinking for a while, he suddenly smiled: "What did Chen Lu tell you?"

Dewey hesitated: "He said...you can't do that."

"What are you thinking about?" Zheng Luolai reached out and patted his head lightly, leaning against the refrigerator and asked, "Do you still remember Ou Jie?"

-

There used to be a ridiculous incident, like a debt I owed, and I was forced to pay it back at the most difficult time.

God is cruel and merciful.

He was not given a chance to delay, and he was not killed.

Just at the right time and place, when love came, he taught this playboy who had hurt too many people a hard lesson.

Zheng Luolai didn't believe in fate before, but now he believes in cause and effect, so he no longer feels vulnerable and complains.

It's just that Dewey still has a childish look. After listening to him frankly tell the memories, his eyes are full of distress: "Why don't you say, I can accompany you to heal your illness, I can help you, why do you have to carry it yourself? You think I'm a waste Yeah?"

Zheng Luolai shrugged indifferently: "Because it matters, I only want to share the good ones with you, and I don't want to share the bad ones."

"Aren't you out of your mind?!" Instead of being moved by him, Dewey cursed: "When you are good, there are many people who want to share it. Who the hell doesn't want to give you the icing on the cake? Then you are out of luck." At that time, can they give you help in a timely manner, only I can! But you gave up, I really don't understand what you are thinking, you still treat me as an outsider?"

Zheng Luolai was choked speechless.

Dewey was so angry that he ran around like ants all over the ground, and finally sat down on the sofa and said, "Even if I'm going to die, I'll tell my mother if there's any bad luck or any incurable disease, because we are the last Dear ones, it’s a very natural behavior to be frank with your loved ones about your bad experiences. Do you know that falling in love is not just about finding someone to accompany you, eating and drinking, playing and cuddling and cuddling? If two people are If you love each other, you will be like relatives, there is nothing you cannot say."

"Oh, you are good at eloquence." Zheng Luolai folded his hands and smiled: "But I don't know anything about family affection, can you?"

Dewey conclusion.It's not that he can't tell the difference between the family and circumstances of the two people.

There seemed to be a deadlock in the living room for a moment.

After a long time, Ermeng whispered: "But do you know how uncomfortable I was when you left? It's worse than knowing that you are dead. If you are afraid of me feeling uncomfortable, don't do it like that. I don't know you How have you been over the past two years? Anyway, I’m not doing well at all. I’m stuck in my heart every day. I’m almost going crazy. This feeling is too hard..."

Zheng Luolai walked up to him slowly, touched Dewey's head: "I'm sorry."

Dewey said nothing more.

Zheng Luolai said again: "I am a man, and you are also a man. You should understand that a man cannot...cannot share everything with his other half."

Dewey finally gave in: "Understood."

Zheng Luolai knew that this guy was still depressed, and talking about it would not help the matter, so he could only ask: "Are you free tonight, let's have dinner together?"

"No time. My sister-in-law is making dumplings. I agreed to eat them." Dewey stood up and said listlessly, "I'm leaving."

Zheng Luolai didn't stop him either, but just followed Ermeng and watched him open the door.

Dewey stepped into the corridor, turned around inexplicably and looked at Zheng Luolai for a few seconds, unexpectedly kissed him suddenly, and then planned to run away in a panic.

It's a pity that the elevator is not strong enough, and I didn't hurry down after pressing it several times.

Dewey was so embarrassed that he felt his back was wet with cold sweat.

Fortunately, Zheng Luolai didn't say anything teasing to embarrass him, but leaned against the door frame with a smile, staring at this boy who could still make him happy casually, and was dumbfounded.