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Working at the newspaper office is quite busy, and there is almost no exact time for commute to and from work. Shang Zhiyu returned to the office after the end of work, and had no time to sit down. He directly copied all the photos to be repaired into his notebook and left the newspaper office in a hurry. He has to go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and go back. He usually works overtime most of the time, so he rarely has the opportunity to go back and cook. But since he brought someone home yesterday, it's better to go back and have a look.

Carrying a bunch of ingredients back home, the door locked in the morning is still the same, it seems that the person has not left, although he went to buy food specially, but when he really found that the person was still there, Shang Zhiyu still felt a little embarrassed. Very unexpected.

Opening the door, Shang Zhiyu was stunned.

The CDs I usually listen to were taken out, the rented DVDs were thrown everywhere, the photo albums in the drawer were turned out and spread out on the floor, and some photos were taken out, and the food on the table was almost the entire refrigerator. Inventory, but they have been disassembled and piled up on the whole table. Besides, there is also a lot of clothes, which are also dug out from the closet. The most eye-catching one is the dirty one on the man yesterday. His white shirt was now mixed with his clean clothes.

And the culprit who caused all this was lying on the sofa in his clothes, hugging a photo album, with his eyes closed, earplugs on and his long legs curled up, as if the sky had fallen and had nothing to do with him. He even took a shower after he came out, and Shang Zhiyu could already imagine how messy the bathroom must be.Facing a home that seemed to have been robbed, but the robber was right in front of him, Shang Zhiyu felt at the moment that he was like the owner who just found out that the pet he picked up was too naughty.

But since he has woken up and is still so lively, he should not have to worry about his body. Shang Zhiyu walked to the kitchen while thinking, rolled up his sleeves, soaked the vegetables, cooked rice, and then returned to the living room to start cleaning up. The photos of the place, these are all taken by him over the past few years, some of them have nothing to do with the news, so they are not used, and he remembers where they are placed, and it does not make him angry when they are dug out. Someone should have seen it, otherwise the meaning of the photo will be lost.

After tidying up the photos, he folded up the clothes on the floor one by one. If it was dirty, he put it on the washing machine. He visited his bathroom by the way. Everything in it was exactly as he expected, but anyway, he had to take a shower at night, so he was not in a hurry After tidying up, he put the CDs and DVDs back on the CD rack, and finally returned to the dining table. Those messy piles of food would be thrown away if they were leftovers. They could be reheated after unpacking, and the cooked food was not spoiled. The words were fried together, and Shang Zhiyu moved to the kitchen while tidying up. After a while, the smell of food wafted from the kitchen.

When he brought out the first bowl of dishes, he suddenly met the eyes of the person who had gotten up from the sofa at some point, and the person was standing quietly at the dining table facing the kitchen, it should have been a while.

He has a pair of beautiful obsidian-like eyes, and when he is staring at something intently, the black color is like an endless night sky, which is very moving.

The first person to speak out was Shang Zhiyu. He has always been calm, and he is rarely occupied by emotional thinking. The word rational is the best portrayal of his whole person. To reduce fever, you should eat more vegetables."

Shang Zhiyu's words came naturally, but the other party was stunned for a while, and after a while, he asked, "What are your plans for me?"

He doesn't look like a tramp in any way now.

His clothes fit him just right. Although he was barefoot, he looked very homely because of the slacks. The short hair on his head looked docile and soft after washing. In addition, he had an outstanding appearance and talent. Standing in front of him This man looked like a big boy next door, who would have nothing to do with homeless people.

Even if he had any intentions, there was no sense of tension in his expression at the moment...

Shang Zhiyu suddenly smiled, and replied, "Really? But you don't seem to be worried about my plans." He put the dishes on the table and said casually, "You can leave at any time, I thought you had left too."

The other party was once again stunned by Shang Zhiyu's innocence, his eyes followed Shang Zhiyu into the kitchen and then watched him come out, back and forth several times, and after a long while, he touched his head and said in a low voice, "So, I'm sorry ,Thank you."

Shang Zhiyu handed him a bowl of rice and said, "Sit down and eat, seeing that you haven't moved much, you must be hungry now?"

The aroma of the rice made the young man lower his head. I don't know if it was because of the hot air that made his eyes wet, but his eye sockets became hot suddenly.

Shang Zhiyu picked up a chopstick of eggplant with the common chopsticks and put it into his bowl, saying, "It's not a high-class cuisine, so let's just eat it."

The young man nodded and sat down. After a while, he suddenly said softly, "You are such a weirdo."

Shang Zhiyu was taken aback, and jokingly said, "It's really rude."

The young man raised his mouth slightly, and finally started to move his chopsticks. He ate a mouthful of rice and served it with the eggplant that Shang Zhiyu just gave him. After chewing a mouthful, he couldn't help looking up at Shang Zhiyu.

"What's wrong? It's not to your taste?" Shang Zhiyu asked.

The young man just shook his head, but didn't speak, and then continued to bury his head in his meal.

Shang Zhiyu couldn't help smiling when he saw how he was devouring, and thought, he really is a standard big boy.

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After washing the dishes, when Shang Zhiyu came out of the kitchen, the young man suddenly asked him, "Don't you ask me where I come from?"

"Unless you plan to stay for a long time, there is no need to ask." Shang Zhiyu replied.

"Your thinking is really strange, different from ordinary people." The young man said.

"How to say?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?"

Hearing this, Shang Zhiyu asked, "Are you?"

The young man thought for a while and shook his head.

Shang Zhi smiled and said, "Don't say you don't look like one, even if you are, I don't need to be afraid."

"Then what scares you?" the young man asked suddenly.

Shang Zhi was stunned, and suddenly looked away from the dark window. When the young man thought he would not answer, he said slowly, "I think it should be separation..."

The young man looked at Shang Zhiyu, speechless for a while, and when the atmosphere cooled down, he suddenly asked a very strange question, "If I live for a long time and we get to know each other gradually, will you be afraid of being separated from me in the future? ?”

Shang Zhiyu turned to look at him, and said after a while, "Would your family be worried if you ran out like this?"

The young man lowered his eyes and did not speak. There was Shang Zhiyu's photo album on his lap. He stared at the photo on it and said quietly, "Maybe... I just don't want them to worry."

The young man didn’t mention leaving, and Shang Zhiyu didn’t ask. He let him sleep on the sofa at night, and he went into the room to work. When he finished his work, it was late at night, and when he walked out of the room, the light in the living room was still on , the young man fell asleep on the sofa, with one leg outside, and the blankets were almost all on the floor.

Shang Zhiyu picked up the blanket and covered him, and suddenly remembered his words:

——I just don't want them to worry...

Such a statement made Shang Zhiyu feel familiar for no reason, but he didn't know what happened to this young man that would make him want to run away from his family and would rather be alone.

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Except for the first day, the room was not as messy as before from the second day onwards. Shang Zhiyu took his work home as usual, cooked dinner for two, and prepared Chinese food for the next day for the young people at home.

"You took these photos, right? Are you a professional photographer?" The young man always held his photo album in his hand. When he asked this question, Shang Zhiyu just finished cleaning the kitchen and came out.

"I'm just a journalist," he replied with reservations.

"It's great, every photo seems to say something." The young man seemed to like these photos very much.

If someone likes it, Shang Zhiyu's tone is also very cheerful, "It is true, everyone's life, every sentence, every moment, will produce such a result, there will always be a story behind it."

The young man lowered his head again, looked at the photos for a while, and then said, "So I have seen these photos countless times."

Shang Zhiyu suddenly looked at him as if he had realized something, and murmured, "By the way, it's really boring for you to stay here. I don't have a TV or a computer here..." Although there is internet, the laptop He always carries it with him.

"That's not what I mean, I really like these photos." The young man praised without hesitation.

Faced with such direct praise and the young man's pure smile, Shang Zhiyu's heart felt a little loose for some reason. He turned his head, smiled at the young man, and said, "Thank you."

"However, it seems that there are no private photos of you..." The young man said and looked up at Shang Zhiyu.

"If you live alone, you seldom have the opportunity to take pictures, so there's no need for it?" Shang Zhi said gloomily.

"That's right." The young man turned over and lay down on the sofa, put his chin on his hands, put the photo album on the armrest of the sofa, and suddenly said, "By the way, I've always wanted to ask you where this photo was taken. Where was it taken? I always feel like a hospital."

He turned to one of the photos and asked, Shang Zhiyu took a look at the photo, the background in it was indeed misleading, because it was decorated as if it was a festival, but Shang Zhiyu quickly gave him the answer, just No one would like this answer, "It's the hospital. This girl is suffering from polio, which is commonly known as polio, but she likes ballet very much. This is the last farewell party for ballet before she got sick..." He I still remember that when this photo was taken, the little girl worked hard to turn around on the stage. When she finally finished, there was a kind of loneliness and sadness in her smile...

"If... If a person loses his dream, can he still live as if nothing had happened?" The young man suddenly said in a low voice.

Shang Zhiyu stared at his side face, his tone was calm, and his expression was flawless, but he seemed to have seen the calmness and resignation of the girl when she threw away the dancing shoes back then, doubts arose in his heart, but the young man smiled and turned He turned his head and said, "But I don't have that kind of thing at all, people, as long as you live happily!"

His smile is very bright, without a trace of haze in it, as if the person curled up in the corner yesterday was not him at all, but Shang Zhiyu will not accept his two different sides so easily, starting from learning how to hold a camera, He began to slowly understand that there is always a different reason behind people's emotions and reactions... Just like he would take in this young man, there must be a reason behind it, even if it is only out of "good intentions" as Zheng Yiling said, But this "kindness" is by no means innate.

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"People can't do evil." He heard this sentence from his grandmother when he was young, but he didn't pay attention to it at that time. Maybe only when he realized it, he could truly understand the meaning of this sentence.

In the middle of the night, thunder suddenly roared, and Shang Zhiyu suddenly opened his eyes.

dreamed again...

Shang Zhiyu sat up with his forehead supported, only feeling that he was in a cold sweat. He checked the time, but found that it was less than an hour before he fell asleep.

The room was pitch black, but there was a slight movement at the door.

Shang Zhiyu suddenly realized something, he immediately threw off the thin blanket and got out of bed, opened the door, and sure enough, there was no one on the sofa.

Where is he going so late?

Shang Zhiyu picked up the key on the table, put on his shoes and chased him out. After so many years, the dream that hadn't appeared for a long time was so clear, maybe it was caused by a certain sentence of the young man, or the expression he once showed. It touched a certain nerve, and because of this, he couldn't leave him alone...

The sound of thunder was accompanied by the torrential rain, and lightning flashed across the night sky from time to time. Everything was not so clear in the rain, and the rain blurred the sight. Fortunately, there was only one exit in this alley. There were people playing in the parking shed outside the alley.

"The brat is looking for death—" Dou Ruan's words reached his ears, and Shang Zhiyu quickly caught a glimpse of the young man in the crowd.

The other party has a lot of people, and he is obviously at a disadvantage. Shang Zhiyu faced the situation before him with a headache, and entered from the outside after a while.

When it comes to fighting, with Shang Zhiyu's [-]-eight stature and nimble skills, these little gangsters in front of him are not at all paid attention to, not to mention that he has practiced karate and Sanda in the past.

It was easy to rescue people from inside, and one of the young men pointed at Shang Zhiyu with sharp eyes and said, "Ah, you live here and often go to the supermarket..."

Shang Zhi Yuzheng was drenched all over and felt uncomfortable. He glanced coldly, and the young man was immediately grabbed by the partner next to him, "Let's go first, this person looks very powerful, next time... hmph, I want you to look good next time!" He said harsh words and dragged the person away.

Shang Zhiyu sighed, bent down and pulled the person on the ground up, but the young man broke away from him and was about to run into the rain again. Shang Zhiyu quickly grabbed him and asked, "What happened to you? What happened? "

Unexpectedly, the young man became more and more excited. He turned his head and said loudly to Shang Zhi, "You are so annoying! I am not related to you, not because of you! Can you leave me alone! Let me fend for myself!"

His face was washed pale by the rain, and the despair in his dark eyes was deeply rooted in his bones, but his face was filled with anger, his hands clenched into fists, and he struggled desperately.

"It's quite strong!" Shang Zhiyu clenched his wrist, lowered his head and said to him face to face, "I don't know your reason, but since I saved you, you can't give up on yourself in front of me .”

The young man seemed to be intimidated by his aura, but also seemed to be unwilling, but instead he didn't know what expression to make.

"Let's go, come back with me." Shang Zhiyu pulled him into the heavy rain again.

"What, you are not mine." The young man muttered behind him.

"Say this sentence to me when you really leave my house." Shang Zhi said without turning his head.

The young man looked at his back, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely complicated.