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awkward.

No matter how awkward it is, everyone has different feelings, but when it comes to Jing Zhuo, it makes him feel awkward in a relationship. To put it more bluntly, it is actually jealousy and jealousy.

Like the guy I met in the parking lot last Christmas, very upset.

Jing Zhuo himself didn't know why he was so unhappy with Cheng Luo all day long. Before, he was unhappy when he saw him, then he was unhappy when he couldn't see him, and now he was unhappy when he saw how he was with others.

He clearly knows that the relationship between Pao|Friends is only physical, and he even needs blessings if Pao|Friends and his ex resurface, but Cheng Luo and him are atypical Pao|Friends.

But he was also suddenly a little uncertain, how do typical gun|friends get along?

Is it just being flirtatious all day long, or is this kind of flirting just an ordinary flirt that exists between every pair of ordinary flirtatious friends?

I regret that I didn't find a few more to try before Cheng Luo, otherwise I don't even have any reference experience when I encounter problems now.

Cheng Luo kept looking at him without saying a word.

"Huh?" Chu thought for too long, Jing Zhuo ran to the outer sky, and looked at him with a little bewilderment.

"Continue." Cheng Luo said.

"Continue to what?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"Why are you awkward?"

Jing Zhuo was silent for a while, he could completely skip this question and open the door to go home, but now he doesn't want to be upset all day long and ponder all day long.

"You're jealous." Cheng Luo said softly.

Jing Zhuo took a deep breath: "Yes, I'm jealous."

Based on various past experiences, he thought Cheng Luo would say or do something else, and he took great courage to admit that "I'm jealous".

However, Cheng Luo didn't follow the direction he wanted to say: "Shao, you have to think about whether this can be replaced, whether it is because of physical contact that gave you this illusion, whether it would be the same for someone else Jealous?"

"I'm thinking about it..." Jing Zhuo was a little dazed, as if he was involved in it and didn't seem to understand what he was saying at all, "What am I thinking about?"

Cheng Luo is always like this, when it is critical, he suddenly fades away, leaving people aside and wanting to leave.

He suddenly got a little angry, and stepped forward to stand in front of Cheng Luo: "I have an epiphany, I am enlightened, thank you for letting me know my way back in time. Yes, it can be completely replaced, just find anyone on the street just like you .”

"I mean, you have to think clearly." Cheng Luo frowned slightly, "I didn't say that because of a momentary displeasure."

Of course he wasn't upset for a while, he had been upset for a long time.

Moreover, Jing Cheng Luo reminded him again that he found another point of displeasure.

This is especially annoying for Cheng Luo, who obviously started the fire first, and then poured a basin of cold water on others while it was burning.

"That's it." Jing Zhuo's whole body is full of displeasure, and he doesn't want to talk to him for a second.

Cheng Luo didn't say anything, just kept looking at him.

This feeling of watching him enter the room also made him uncomfortable, Jing Zhuo went straight into the elevator without saying a word.

The elevator just stopped at this floor within a few seconds of being pressed. When the door was opened, a little girl led her younger brother inside. Seeing a face-scratching person come in, she scared her younger brother back.

The elevator door closed and it went down slowly, Jing Zhuo took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

It's really cool, I'm 25 years old, I'm having trouble with people and I'm playing and running away from home.

It's not considered running away from home, but at least he won't have to see Cheng Luo for a while, and Cheng Luo won't be able to find him either.

This feeling of being atypical everywhere makes Jing Zhuo panic even more, as if he has nowhere to start, there are flaws everywhere but he can't pick out the flaws.

It's as if he doesn't know whether there is a conflict or not.

He himself laughed a little angrily, the free and easy Pao|Wang Ren set up in front of Cheng Luo was so entangled behind his back that he could twist into a mess.

The little girl and her younger brother on the side watched Jing Zhuo's slight expressions the whole time, and became even more frightened.

"Sister, is this person a bad person?" The young boy's immature and timid voice sounded, and Jing Zhuo was taken aback.

"Hush!" The little girl hurriedly covered his mouth and retreated to the bridge wall, "Don't let him hear it!"

The villain was a little confused, and realized that his expression was too smug, so he adjusted his expression and smiled at the two children.

"Are you a bad guy?" the little boy asked.

"...I'm not." Jing Zhuo and the little boy's sister were quite speechless.

It was already early in the morning when I drove out of the gate of the community, and I hadn't returned to the rental house for a long time. I almost forgot how to get there, and returned to the rental house after turning on the gibberish navigation.

The deserted and dilapidated six-story handshake building is the level of most residential buildings in this small county.

The huts are spotty, the street lights are dim, and the air conditioner is rumbling. At this moment, Jing Zhuo can feel the huge gap.

The house was messed up by the previous landlord's relatives. There was nothing in the living room, only a sofa and coffee table could be moved around.

Putting the furniture back in place, Jing Zhuo hastily washed and lay down on the bed.

Insomnia.

I was used to sleeping in the second district, and I suffered from severe insomnia when I came back.

The phone was placed next to the pillow, with the screen facing up, and I tossed and turned for more than an hour, but I didn't see it turn on once.

When he woke up the next morning and saw the moldy ceiling, Jing Zhuo was stunned.

It was not yet fully lit, and the biological clock for work had not been fully adjusted. He stared at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly realized that he could lie here all day and have nothing to do.

It's almost the Chinese New Year, and there are elementary school students downstairs who are on vacation shouting and setting off whips. Just by listening to the sound, you can smell the smell of gunpowder.

The end of the year is busy, those who are busy making achievements, those who are busy visiting relatives and friends to buy new year's goods, those who are busy finishing their winter vacation homework so that they can have a relaxing new year...

Those like Jing Zhuo are exceptionally free. Now there are shops open on Chinese New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, and they don’t even need to buy New Year’s goods.Just go to the old lady's grave alone and then go home like a normal day.

It is impossible to say that you are not depressed, Jing Zhuo sighed and picked up the phone.

-Happy New Year!Happy new year, all the best and a healthy year, wish you an early year! [flowers/][flowers/]

-What can't be read is true love, what can't be felt is friendship, what can't be said is WeChat blessing!Happy New Year to Teacher Jing!

-Ms. Jing, happy Chinese New Year, family reunion [smile/][smile/]

Jing Zhuo looked at these three pieces of news, especially the last one, depressed, and the unhappiness that dissipated after sleeping last night gathered together again in an instant.

Not because of anything else, but because none of the three little red dots on WeChat came from Cheng Luo.

Jing Zhuo vowed that if there were no accidents, he would not return to the second district, and would move directly back to the city from here after the new year.

The phone rang, and when he caught sight of "Cheng", he froze for a moment, it was Cheng Xinran.

Since the last time Jing Zhuo helped her convince her parents, this child has completely stopped treating her teacher as an outsider.

"Brother Jing, Happy New Year!" Cheng Xinran shouted, "I'm going home tomorrow, will you and Cheng Luo come to pick me up?"

Jing Zhuo was awkwardly silent for a second.

"Where's Cheng Luo?" Cheng Xinran asked, "Not by your side? Rare."

"...Well." Jing Zhuo smiled, "I went back to the previous house to pack my things, how can I come back tomorrow?"

"High-speed rail, get off at South Station." Cheng Xinran said.

"Okay, your brother may not be free by then, I'll pick you up." Jing Zhuo said.

Who is Cheng Xinran? The ghost's big eyes immediately tell that there is an awkward situation between my brother and sister-in-law-to-be.

She asked in a daze, "Brother Jing, did Cheng Luo mess with you?"

Cheng Luo never provoked him, and Jing Zhuo admitted that he always felt uncomfortable with him for no reason.

"No." Jing Zhuo said, "Find a companion on the road tomorrow, don't miss the train."

"Okay Brother Jing." Cheng Xinran hesitated, "Well...Brother Jing, Cheng Luo, he's actually pretty good."

"Yeah." Jing Zhuo nodded, not because Cheng Xinran was his sister, Cheng Luo was really a nice person, subtle and thoughtful, gentle and considerate, and miraculously able to raise fluorescent green chickens.

"He takes care of people very much, but that's because he cares too much about people's feelings. When he is not sure about many things, he will give up the initiative to others. Be very careful."

Jing Zhuo had never thought of this idea.

Thinking about it carefully, Cheng Luo is indeed that kind of person, he is meticulous and thoughtful, and in the end, he seems to be careless, but in fact he has a lot of worries.

The kid Cheng Xinran was also very similar to him, and finally said: "I won't tell Cheng Luo that I'll be back tomorrow, but if you come to pick me up, the standard is higher, and I have something to brag about when school starts."

Just after leaving the high-speed rail station the next day, Cheng Xinran saw her brother-in-law in the crowd...but she didn't feel relieved.

The two stood very far away, completely like the scene after a quarrel between elementary school students.

It seems that dredging was useless yesterday, which may have intensified again.

Standing far is nothing, the problem is that both of them drive their own cars.

Cheng Xinran remembered the articles on the official account, "It is the children who get hurt when parents quarrel".

Cheng Yuefeng and Liu Wan have a very good relationship, Cheng Xinran has never encountered such a situation, and now she doesn't know how to persuade them to make peace.

Cheng Luo and Jing Zhuo raised their eyebrows at the same time when they walked precisely along the pavement tile line to the middle of the two of them.

It's like putting a puppy or cat in the middle to see who it goes with.

I'm used to bullying my elder brother, but my sister-in-law-to-be and homeroom teacher should never be messed with, Cheng Xinran winked at Cheng Luo, and walked over to Jing Zhuo.

Opening the passenger door, Cheng Xinran's pupils trembled with a big bouquet of roses: "Brother Jing, did you send it to Cheng?"

Jing Zhuo threw the flowers into the back seat, expressionless: "I want to give it to him."

Cheng Xinran's pupils trembled again.

This is Jing Zhuo, right?right? !

On the way, Cheng Xinran was in shock all the time, and Jing Zhuo asked her, "How do you feel in the past half a month?"

"It's good... Painful and happy." Cheng Xinran reported, "The teacher asked me to raise my cultural class."

"Then this winter vacation is not the time to play." Jing Zhuo said.

Cheng Xinran felt a little awkward listening to his serious conversation now, she kept glancing back, and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Jing, why didn't you send out your flowers...?"

"I won't give it away. If you want to play with it, you can tear it up." Jing Zhuo didn't have any expression on his face, he couldn't tell if he was angry or something.

In fact, he was angry.

There is a kind of continuous, very peaceful anger that has been going on since yesterday.

Jing Zhuo is not a person who is obsessed with every little thing, what Cheng Xinran said yesterday made him understand a lot, and he felt that what he did was really not appropriate.He has never liked anyone before, and he has never developed such a complicated and advanced relationship.

But he really fell in love with it, no matter how much he hypnotized himself, no matter how many times he subconsciously avoided Cheng Luo when he approached her.

Before sending shit flowers, he struggled for a long time in the flower shop this time, which flower language was too grand, but in the end he was fooled by the clerk and bought roses.

After buying the flowers, he went back to the second district. After a while, he called and found out that Cheng Luo was with Cao Shuo.

On the phone, Li Jiluo told him in a very relaxed and cheerful tone that the medical trouble had been resolved, Jing Zhuo was relieved for him, but also a little dissatisfied.

For such a big matter, he accompanied him to the police station and squatted in the middle of the night, but he kept it hidden and did not tell Jing Zhuo how to solve it.

When you have nothing to do, flirt and tease, when you have something to do, you don't reveal it at all, oh, we are flirtatious|I am not an acquaintance, right?If you can chat with the driver for a taxi, you can't chat with me, right?Or some kind of small flame of love rekindled with the ex-boyfriend?

This qi turned out to be only calm on the surface, but Jing Zhuo was crazy and turbulent in his heart.

So much so that it was only now that he realized that he had told Cheng Xinran that this was a flower for Cheng Luo just now with a bald mouth.

Teacher Jing's innocence cannot be guaranteed.

He was really tired of entanglement, so he simply asked Cheng Xinran: "Did your brother tell you anything?"

"I can see it even if he doesn't tell me." Cheng Xinran cautiously, a little curious and excited, turned to look at him, "Brother Jing, where are you two?"

The last step, and just getting to know each other is the last step.

"Sit down." Jing Zhuo cleared his throat.

In the past two days, besides Spring Festival blessings, WeChat messages have been Spring Festival blessings. Those who are acquainted and unfamiliar are sent, and the head of the puppet cat is squeezed to the bottom.

After picking Cheng Xinran home for a whole week, the two of them had no further contact.

Obviously, they are used to eating dark dishes together when they have nothing to do, they are used to being knocked on the door of their own house regardless of day and night, and they are used to the evening when they have not opened their eyes for a long time and are alone.

Don't send messages, don't call, don't look for each other, the county is so small, it's so simple to disappear in one's own life, and it's so simple to return to the lonely life before.

It snowed on New Year's Eve, the kind of pure snow without annoying raindrops.Jing Zhuo took a stroll in the street, and there were loudspeakers of "Congratulations on getting rich" playing everywhere, and all kinds of red decorations were hung on every small and dilapidated shop.

All kinds of people on the road are in company, carrying gifts in big and small bags, rushing to pay their respects on the last day of the New Year.

Jing Zhuo felt that even if he wore a red suit and put a blessing on his forehead, he would not be able to blend into the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

Finally, I went to the supermarket and bought a bag of fruit, from food and daily necessities on the first floor to home appliances on the fifth floor, and finally bought a juicer.

He didn't know why he bought a juicer. In winter, he just drank beer at room temperature.

Maybe it's because people buy several big bags of things when they come here, and it doesn't look like a Chinese New Year person to carry a bag of fruit.

At this moment, Jing Zhuo discovered to his dismay that after so many years, he thought he was used to living alone, but in fact he still wanted to blend into the peace and warmth of the festive season.

As soon as the matter of brother and sister-in-law was confirmed at Jing Zhuo's place, Cheng Xinran went home and blared nonstop all day long, like a big trumpet.

"Cheng Yuefeng! Your son is leaving the order!"

"Liu Wan! Guess who it is!"

It is impossible to call her parents and brother. After she was allowed to take the art test last time, her relationship with her parents has eased a lot, but it is still awkward to call her parents.

"What does it mean to be out of order?" Cheng Yuefeng was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and cast a puzzled look from behind the lens.

"It's him and Teacher Jing," Cheng Xinran stretched out two thumbs, facing each other, "This one."

"Kids don't gossip." Liu Wan glared at her.

"Did you guys already know that?" Cheng Xinran still felt fresh that this cycad tree was about to bloom for several years, and the flowers were still aimed at her class teacher.

Cheng Luo listened silently.

"Go back to study." Cheng Yuefeng drove her away.

There are no loudspeakers in the living room, so it is much quieter, only the gentle narration of the documentary.

"Dad." Cheng Luo said, "Why don't you give me some advice?"

"Ask your mother." Cheng Yuefeng looked at him.

"I have no objection." Liu Wan said, "Let people come over more in another day, and next time I won't ask relatives to come."

Cheng Luo smiled, of course he knew that his parents had no objection to Jing Zhuo.

Now that the situation is neither awkward nor embarrassing, the parents have seen it, and they still hang on to a layer of window paper.

But he was not in a hurry to pierce the paper on the window, he gave Jing Zhuo enough time to think clearly and deal with all the tangled things.

Unlike domestic cats who are used to being cared for and loved, wild cats worry about gains and losses, and run away if they are not careful. He must be sure that it is willing to no longer be defensive, and that it is willing to completely open its heart and let it go from a high place. Jumped down into his arms.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, he went home to pack some clothes and prepared to go back to his parents' house for a night. As soon as he entered the door, Cheng Mao climbed up his legs and tilted his head to look behind him.

"Your brother Jing Zhuo didn't come today either." Cheng Luo carried it down, and the cat scurried outside the house, wandering around a pile of flowerpots in the corner of the corridor.

"When it's Chinese New Year, let's not kill a pig and take a bath." Cheng Luo watched helplessly as it pulled the soil in the flower pot.

The cat was very persistent until a small silver light appeared in the soil.

Cheng Mao not only smells like a dog, but also behaves like a dog. He took out the little silver thing, walked up to Cheng Luo and looked up at him.

It's a key with adhesive tape on it, from Jing Zhuo's rental house.

If the cat hadn't pulled it out, Cheng Luo would have almost forgotten that Jing Zhuo put the key into the flower pot annoyedly after he finished smoking from the cat's eyes.

"Cat," Cheng Luo took the key and looked at it, "Miss you Brother Shao?"

Cheng Mao let out a "meow".

"I really want to." Cheng Luo stood up, "We can't let Shao stay at home during the Chinese New Year, can we?"

Kitchen utensils such as juicers are not usually used. Generally, there are only two tools for cooking: knives and shovels.

He doesn't use a hand-pulled garlic grinder or even a garlic mortar. He just slaps the knife horizontally to finish the job.

So when other people's family reunions are preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, he squats in the kitchen by himself and studies a juicer.

After peeling the oranges and pears and putting them in, the door rang.

He is the grandson of the upstairs who broke the heating pipe during construction on weekends.

That person came to visit. The neighbors here are walking around in the evening of Xingnian, but Jing Zhuo forgot about this. When he was in the city before, no neighbors came to visit. He didn't even know who lived up, down, left, and right. .

Calling his grandson to sit down, Jing Zhuo realized that he didn't have the kind of fruit plate, nut plate and sugar plate that he usually prepares for entertaining guests at home, so he brought out the freshly squeezed orange juice.

After chatting awkwardly with my grandson for a while, the door rang again, this time it was the landlord.

"This is really good!" The grandson praised the landlord, "Orange juice is not bitter at all!"

Certainly not bitter, this is pear orange juice.

Immediately afterwards, the flow of people at the door of the house was very dense, and men, women and children from the second and fourth floors downstairs all came, and the small living room gradually filled up.

The juicer was overloaded just after starting work, Jing Zhuote regretted that he didn’t buy some nuts, melon seeds, candies, etc. when he returned from the supermarket, why buy a broken juicer.

There was a lot of noise outside the kitchen, people on this floor didn't know when they were so lively, chattering endlessly in the living room.

Jing Zhuo wasn't disgusted, but he didn't think it was too lively, so he sighed and pressed the juicer button again.

Let the double noise torture your ears thoroughly, and use the noise to isolate other noises.

Cheng Luo forgot which floor Jing Zhuo's house was on, so he went to the gate of the community and sent him a message to ask.

The last dialog time stays a week ago.

The two of them haven't met or contacted each other for a whole week. No one knows whether anyone is thinking about each other, whether they have calmed down and pondered carefully, or if they feel tired, they simply stop thinking about it.

When it's time to calm down, Cheng Luo can calm down and not tease him, he needs Jing Zhuo to figure it out on his own.

But Jing Zhuo may not have struggled to understand, the message was sent out for half an hour, but no one replied.

Cheng Luo was sitting in the car. The roads in the community were narrow and there were too many illegal constructions. During the half-hour waiting, he kept driving the car to this building and then driving out of the front of the building to make way for others.

While tuning the car, he called Jing Zhuo, but no one answered the ring until he hung up.

What can you do on New Year's Eve?Cheng Luo frowned, a little worried.

You can't meet another group of fluffy people after the New Year's Eve.

Turning in and out for the third time and making a fourth call that no one answered, he glanced upstairs and saw an out-of-place air conditioner in the snow.

Clean and bare, it is particularly conspicuous among the air-conditioning units with yellowed shells, piled up with plastic bags and hung with chili and bacon.

Looking for it along the outer unit of the air conditioner, Cheng Luo knocked on the door.

No one should.

The door directly opposite Jing Zhuo’s house is fully open for people to come in and out. The corridor is also full of people going up and down, and there are people who are holding the water pipes and rubbing the carpet. They want to make as much noise as they want, with their ears stuck to the door panel in all directions. The noise poured straight in, and it was impossible to tell if anyone was in the house.

Cheng Luo knocked hard on the door again, and after waiting for a while, finally took out the key.

After squeezing all the large bag of fruits bought in the afternoon, Jing Zhuo put his fingers on the juicer to feel the numbness after the vibration.

At the moment, he was a little distracted, and his mind was a little numb. Hearing the messy talking and bursts of laughter, he hated the Chinese New Year in his heart.

In the previous 20 years, he had no feeling for the Spring Festival at all, but it is definitely not disgusting, but now he clearly feels this emotion.

And the root of the emotion turned out to be a sense of disappointment. Almost half a year since I came here, bad news came one after another. From living in a dilapidated rented house to the death of the old lady, the whole life was gray.

If you want to talk about the occasional light in this gray life, it may come from Cheng Luo.

Thinking of this, his heart sank even more, and he supported the desk with both hands, looking down at the ground.

I feel very powerless now, and I want Cheng Luo to send him a message and make a phone call, even if it doesn't make up, at least fill up the boundless emptiness and loneliness.

I don't know when Jing Zhuo felt that he was weaker than before, and he needed that person who was far away but very close to mend his emotions.

The juicer is still humming, talking, laughing, TV, firecrackers, cups clinking on the tea table, and the kitchen door being pulled open.

Jing Zhuo turned his head, the hand holding the cup froze in the air for an instant.

Cheng Luo was panting and looking anxious, still holding the key in his hand.

The two looked at each other, unable to speak for a moment.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Cheng Luo frowned and asked, "When I came in and saw so many people, I thought you weren't here anymore."

Jing Zhuo felt that his reproachful tone was inexplicable: "I didn't plan to live here at first, and I will move out after the first day of junior high school."

"the day after tomorrow?"

"the day after tomorrow."

When the atmosphere was tense, someone called Jing Zhuo in the living room.

Jing Zhuo squeezed away from him.

"Give this key back to someone else?" It was the landlord who called him, his face wrinkled as if his mother was asking for debts, "Didn't you say that you lived alone? This house is so small that it can accommodate two people? "

"It can't accommodate two people." Jing Zhuo nodded, "How can I accommodate five or six relatives of yours?"

The landlord's complexion changed: "You don't want me to know what that person is doing, so you just give me the keys to my house, who knows if you are also hiding it..."

"That's enough, it's New Year's Eve..." Someone beside him persuaded.

The landlord babbled a lot: "Then tell me, do I still dare to rent this house to you?"

It's New Year's Eve, Jing Zhuo now has the urge to let the landlord have a bad New Year's Eve, he holds the cup tightly.

His wrist was suddenly pinned down. Turning around, Cheng Luo stood beside him: "He won't rent it anymore."

The landlord glared at Cheng Luo: "How do you count more than ten days in this month? Here's the ugly word, don't even think about refunding half of the money!"

"Then he rented the house for this month, right?" Cheng Luo smiled bitterly.

The landlord raised his chin to the sky: "What do you want?"

"Go out." Cheng Luo said, "It's better to leave without seeing you off."

The landlord stared at him in shock, unable to speak for a long time.

"Don't be dazed, everyone is watching you." Cheng Luo swept around the neighbors who were eating melons and watching the show.

There was a loud "bang" on the door, and the landlord slammed the door and left.

It fell, it was his own that broke it.

After the guests finished eating melons, the fiery atmosphere of chatting was gone, and they were too embarrassed to stay here any longer, and went to visit other people's homes one after another to say hello.

The last person on the front foot just went out, and Cheng Luo on the back foot grabbed his wrist and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Jing Zhuo looked at the back of his head.

"Go home." Cheng Luo said.

The two walked downstairs in silence, there were quite a few visitors or visitors downstairs, Jing Zhuo didn't look at them, he kept staring at Cheng Luo's hand holding his wrist, snow fell on his sleeve.

Then he struggled, and when Cheng Luo paused and was about to withdraw his hand, he directly grabbed his palm.

It was already dark, and the people downstairs were busy talking about their own affairs, and no one noticed them.

He just let go of his hands when he got in the car, Jing Zhuo felt a little embarrassed, sat in the passenger seat and flicked his phone silently, only to realize that Cheng Luo had sent a message on the screen and made several calls that lasted more than 40 seconds.

"...I can't lose it." Jing Zhuo sighed and felt a little warm in his heart, "Where are you going?"

It's not appropriate for Jing Zhuo to go to his parents during the Chinese New Year, as there are many people in the family, and no one will pay attention to the missing one, so Cheng Luo sent a message to Liu Wan saying that he will go back soon.

Liu Wan was not very happy, so she asked him to at least go home after the New Year's Eve dinner.

Cheng Luo returned to the past with an expression of pinching his shoulders and beating his legs: emergency.

Liu Wan immediately guessed: with Xiaojing, right?

After entering the gate of the second district, Jing Zhuo realized something was wrong: "Where did you get the key?"

"The cat was looking for it." Cheng Luo said.

I got off the elevator without embarrassment, and went back to each house separately.

Jing Zhuo slowed down, and when he was about to enter, Cheng Luo had already opened the door and entered.

The sound of doors closing echoed in the corridor.

He put his hand on the doorknob, and looked back at the closed door of Cheng Luo's house. After Cheng Luo's appearance in the rental house, he couldn't tell whether it was a comfortable or happy mood, and finally he couldn't hold back, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

Sure enough, the door that was just closed opened silently under his gaze, Cheng Luo showed half of his face, and his voice was also smiling: "Can you come in?"

"Three counts, there is no such store in this village."

"three two……"

Jing Zhuo looked at him, but didn't move.

"One and a half..."

"Crazy." Jing Zhuo happily slammed the door of his house, took a sudden step forward, and threw himself into Cheng Luo's arms the moment he opened his arms.

A solid hug.

The empty heart was filled all of a sudden, I couldn't tell what it was like, and even felt a little wronged.

Jing Zhuo clung to him for a long time and didn't let go, until his back was facing the door and he was shivering due to the wind and snow, and then he hooked the door back.

"Don't even think about leaving tonight when you come in." Cheng Luo whispered in his ear.

"Yeah." Jing Zhuo closed his eyes, "Aren't you going back to your parents' place?"

"I asked for leave." Cheng Luo said with a smile.

Inexplicably relaxed at Cheng Luo's house, watching him lift the cat out of the sink, and then move out the set of pots, pans, measuring cups, and funnels for cooking, is particularly pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Luo would definitely not be able to do this kind of operation that depends on luck and experience. The dumpling skins are solid. The two sat at the dining table, slowly holding the dumplings while listening to the Spring Festival Gala.

The dumpling skin and stuffing were tossed in Cheng Luo's hands for a long time before one came out. It was bulging like a glutinous rice ball, and the skin was stretched so transparent.

"Do you like to drink salty porridge?" Jing Zhuo continued making while glancing at the skit program.

"Normal." Cheng Luo said, "What's wrong?"

"Then you wrapped it like this?" Jing Zhuo picked up his dumpling and shook it, the skin directly leaked out, and a big lump of stuffing fell out.

Cheng Mao seemed to have received some sense from the air, and jumped over from the climbing frame, grabbed the edge of the table, and patted the stuffing with one paw.

Then it swished away again, leaving behind a flat lump of stuffing.

It's not that I want to eat, I just itch my paws and owe me a little.

"Half of this stuffing is fine." After explaining, Jing Zhuo picked up the cat and walked into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he was covered in water, and the cat's paws were not wet.

Cheng Luo couldn't help laughing, and showed Jing Zhuo the improved version of dumplings he made.

It seems to be pinched in the style of Xiaolongbao, but the small mouth on the top is pinched like...

"Does it look a little uncivilized?" Cheng Luo said.

That's quite uncivilized. It is estimated that cats will have to cover it with cat litter when they come to take pictures.

The dumplings were made by himself, and Cheng Luo was still there slowly, not knowing what to do, so Jing Zhuo simply ordered takeaway from a nearby hotel.

Although I still ate takeaways on New Year's Eve this year, there were more uncivilized homemade dumplings and people who set off whips with him.

It was just nine o'clock after the meal, and the two squatted downstairs, holding fireworks shoulder to shoulder.

The community is separated by people and vehicles, and those who set off whips will not cause large-scale sirens to make earth-shattering noises, but the sound of various firecrackers in the distance, car and electric car sirens are all in one piece, shaking people's ears, and it is a bit hard to tell why Noisy or quiet.

When going out, Jing Zhuo casually grabbed the scarf Cheng Luo gave him at Christmas from the hanger, and tied it up when he went downstairs to set off whips and fireworks. Dew a pair of eyes looking down at the fireworks.

Cheng Luo turned his head slightly to look at him, and the faces of Xuedi and the two of them shone with flickering light, which seemed a bit phantom at the same time.

He reached out and touched Jing Zhuo's face.

"Huh?" Jing Zhuo turned his head, blinked his eyes, the crystal snow turned into water and wet his eyelashes.

After a tacit hug, he reconciled. He couldn't bear to break the atmosphere, but the sooner some things were said, the better: "As for Cao Shuo, I saw that he had no fluctuations in his heart, not even a little bit of emotion."

Jing Zhuo didn't seem to expect him to say this. When they quarreled before, the consensus on Cao Shuo was "it has nothing to do with him".

"In that operation back then, I knew well that it was the first assistant's medication error, but the family members could make a fuss about all the doctors and nurses in the whole operation. Of course, the chief surgeon was the key medical object." Cheng Luo watched the light from the fireworks in his hand gradually fade away. , and poked the remaining stick on the ground to scratch the snow, "Actually, that wasn't a mistake."

"What do you mean?" Jing Zhuo frowned, as if he understood something, but he couldn't believe it.

"In order to squeeze out my spot, I intentionally mismedicated." Cheng Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, "Cao Shuo still has many chances, and he can be promoted again in the next year, but that was my first major surgery, and the gutter capsized when I played. "

Jing Zhuo frowned for a long time, really shocked: "This is... murder?"

Cheng Luo nodded: "The family members have been arguing all the time. If there is no lawsuit, it's all about medical malpractice."

"At that time you still didn't divide?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"No point." Cheng Luo said.

"It's really cruel." Jing Zhuo was a little terrified, "How did you solve it in the end?"

"I can't report because of insufficient evidence. The monitoring in the operating room will destroy him when he goes back." Cheng Luo threw the fireworks stick and took out a new one. "It was Section Chief Huang who asked someone to find the old Section Chief before he left. He obtained the authority of the archives and found his falsified records of the use of the real medicine."

He was beaten to death with one punch, and Cao Shuo and another group of people who found someone to operate in the dark were involved behind the scenes.

"Why didn't you go look for it earlier?" Jing Zhuo asked, imagining that the doctor's lingering ghost would be too disturbing.

"That kind of authority is not so easy to get." Cheng Luo smiled, "You don't know Section Chief Huang as well as I do. The old lady is very capable."

Jing Zhuo didn't expect the old lady to help solve this matter in the end.

Cheng Luo took out the lighter and lit the fireworks, and the sparks lit up the snow again, and he said flatly, "Taking this matter is like sweeping the trash, once you sweep it, copy it, and empty it into the trash can, it's all over. "

After listening to Cheng Luo's explanation of the cause and effect, Jing Zhuo instantly cleared the blockage that had been in his heart these days, for himself and for Cheng Luo.

After setting off the whips, the two of them went back upstairs. After squatting outside for so long, they were freezing to the bone. Cheng Luo brought out three kinds of wine, red and white beer, and put them beside the sink.

"It's easy to get drunk if you mix it up." Jing Zhuo said.

"Then get drunk, and you don't have to get up early tomorrow." Cheng Luo looked at him sideways, "Is it cold or warm?"

"Warm." Jing Zhuo looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Sitting in front of the TV watching the Spring Festival Gala while drinking mixed drinks, Jing Zhuo slowly warmed up.

In the past, he never watched the Spring Festival Gala. He only watched other people posting emoticons in Moments. This year, he watched the live broadcast and found that it was not as bad as they said. Some of the stage layouts were quite interesting.

The phone rang, Jing Zhuo glanced at it, it was the voice from Lu Haoyang.

Jing Zhuo clicked and put it on.

"Brother, happy new year, I'll come and play with you when I'm free."

Cheng Luo on the other side of the table smiled: "Big brother all day long, how old are you older than him?"

"It's only a few years old, no matter how old you are, you should be called uncle." Jing Zhuo also smiled.

"I'm also a few years older than you, why don't you call me brother?" Cheng Luo looked at him and said.

Jing Zhuo's face was a little hot, looking at the wine sloshing in the glass, he didn't speak.

"Happy New Year." Cheng Luo reached out and clinked his wine glass with him, "This kid is annoying, delete it if you can."

"Happy New Year." Jing Zhuo gulped it down.

Although this evening was full of warmth, he still felt a little empty in his heart.This indistinct feeling is stronger when you are slightly drunk. Is it because you have someone to accompany you on New Year's Eve for the first time?Feeling the warmth of the Chinese New Year seeping into his life for the first time?

Jing Zhuo can't say it, he's lost his mind after drinking