Ye Luo Zhiqiu

Yang Yong woke up again, it was already the next morning, he had a splitting headache, and his whole body twitched unnaturally.

When he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was a touch of white.

A chandelier adorns the white ceiling.

This is not a hotel!

Yang Yong discovered it immediately, and then tried hard to recall what happened yesterday.

Knowing that Uncle Ma has passed away, I went to the bar, drank, then met Xiao Shan, and after that, I was completely drunk...

Thinking of this, Yang Yong suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back, propped up his whole body, looked around, and made sure that this was not a hotel.

The design style of the whole bedroom is very comfortable, with light blue and white wallpaper around, the head of the bed, the bright sunlight comes in through the window, and a few emerald green plants are placed next to the window, embellishing the whole bedroom, giving it a hint of freshness.

With dry mouth, Yang Yong got up and left the bedroom.

In the hall, Yang Yong saw the water dispenser, went over to get a glass of water, gulped it down, and went on to the second glass.

Xiao Shan sat on the sofa and looked at Yang Yong quietly.

Feeling that his throat became much warmer, Yang Yong put down his glass, shook his head, and dispelled the trace of drunkenness in his mind.

"Are you awake?" Suddenly, a voice came to Yang Yong's ears, which made Yang Yong startled. He raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Xiao Shan was wearing a set of home clothes, sitting quietly, looking at himself.

"Hehe!" Yang Yong smiled, lowered his head, looked at his pajamas, and at Xiao Shan's clothes.

The same color, obviously a pair.

"I was last night!" Yang Yong laughed dryly, reaching out and scratching the hair on the back of his head.

Hearing this, Xiao Shan looked at Yang Yong deeply, and when the latter was embarrassed and embarrassed, he withdrew his gaze and lit a cigarette.

"You're drunk, I'll take you home!"

"That, thank you!" Yang Yong smiled, trying to calm himself down.

"This dress?"

"What? Are you afraid that I will molest you?" Xiao Shan looked at Yang Yong with a half-smile, surrounded by green smoke, Yang Yong couldn't see Xiao Shan clearly for a while.

"Ha, I'm a man, so I'm afraid of indecent assault!" Yang Yong tried to calm himself down, but he saw the clothes he was wearing...

"I just like men." Xiao Shan's eyes flashed brightly, looked at Yang Yong, and said lightly: "Especially like you!"

Yang Yong was suddenly embarrassed, his expression was a little nervous, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer.

"You vomited yesterday, I took the clothes to wash, so I had to change you into the clothes he wore before!" Xiao Shan took a deep breath of cigarette, not looking at Yang Yong.

"He hasn't worn this suit yet!"

Yang Yong didn't mind these things. When he just woke up, he realized that the clothes he was wearing were a little too loose. When he thought about what Xiao Shan told him that time, he knew it was his friend's clothes.

"Thank you!" Yang Yong said softly.

Xiao Shan didn't speak, just smoked quietly, and for a while, green smoke curled up around him.

"Are you hungry? There is milk and bread in the freezer in the kitchen. You can heat it yourself!" After a long time, when Xiao Shan took his last puff of cigarette, he turned around and spoke to Yang Yong.

Hearing this, Yang Yong remembered that he hadn't eaten for a day and was indeed hungry.

At that moment, he thanked Xiao Shan and went straight to the kitchen.

In the freezer, Yang Yong found milk and turned on the microwave.

When putting the milk in, he hesitated for a moment, and said to Xiao Shan who was on the sofa, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I won't eat breakfast!"

Hearing Xiao Shan's words, Yang Yong immediately turned off the microwave oven.

Set a good time, and then carefully fill the entire kitchen.

All the tableware was very neat and tidy. If it wasn't for the traces of use, Yang Yong thought that no one used the kitchen.

Soon, the milk is hot.

Holding the things, he went to the dining table in the hall and looked at Xiao Shan. For a moment, Yang Yong saw Xiao Shan's back, full of loneliness.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Yang Yong found that he had no way to speak. After all, he and Xiao Shan had nothing to do with each other.

Sitting down silently, gnawing bread.

Soon, a breakfast was wiped out by Yang Yong, he got up and packed the tableware.

Coming out of the kitchen, Yang Yong looked at Xiao Shan who was still sitting on the sofa, only to realize that Xiao Shan was in a daze.

"Thank you!"

In a word, Xiao Shan who was in deep thought was awakened, but Yang Yong was startled.

Xiao Shan's gaze, looking at himself, contained many complicated expressions, including sighs, joy, high-tech, and finally, disappointment.

Xiao Shan didn't speak, just looked at Yang Yong quietly, after a long time, a faint voice came.

"You really look like him!"

Yang Yong smiled, didn't care, and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

"Bathroom!" Xiao Shan tilted his head.

Yang Yong nodded, turned around, and went to the bathroom.

The clothes are already dry and placed neatly on top of the washing machine.

Looking at his clothes, Yang Yong quickly changed them, put the pajamas he took off into the washing machine, and started washing.

When Yang Yong went out, Xiao Shan was no longer in the lobby.

This surprised Yang Yong, and just as he was about to speak, Xiao Shan's voice came through the room.

"come in!"

Yang Yong went in and found that it was a study room, Xiao Shan was standing there with one hand behind his back, and holding a writing brush in the other hand.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and in an instant, a few large characters will appear on the paper.

Yang Yong watched quietly until Xiao Shan wrote.

After finishing writing, Xiao Shan stood there calmly, with the brush in his hand resting on the inkstone, and on the paper, there were a few lines of big black characters flying around, showing everyone's demeanor.

In the whole study room, there was a strong fragrance of ink. Looking at Xiao Shan again, dressed in plain white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back, Yang Yong looked unreal.

Pen Fairy!

It seemed that Xiao Shan would soar up in the next moment.

"Suddenly heard the farewell of a friend in the cold winter, rode a horse and rode all the way in the sun, chased after the north wind drinking snow and frost, never forgetting the mountains and rivers!" As Xiao Shan read out softly, Yang Yong's face turned pale.

This poem is almost the same as my own situation.

Yang Yong didn't speak, just stared blankly at the few lines on the paper, flamboyant, but Yang Yong saw a kind of sadness from these words.

"It's been 18 years. We've known each other for 18 years!" Xiao Shan's voice came in a flat, calm voice.With his back to Yang Yong.

"Today is his birthday!"

Yang Yong was silent.

Xiao Shan stopped talking. After a long time, he turned around, looked at Yang Yong, and spoke.

"I'm going to see him later, what do you do?"

"Me?" Yang Yong smiled wryly, of course he went to the hotel.

"I'll go back to the hotel!"

"Aren't you curious about him? Let me tell you about the two of us!" Xiao Shan stared at Yang Yong.

"Well, are you okay?" To be honest, Yang Yong was still very curious about Xiao Shan's friend he had never met, and he also wanted to know the story of Xiao Shan who is so dedicated.

"You come with me!"

Yang Yong was startled, and after a long time, nodded.

"it is good!"