night tide recedes

Song Ran was thinking about Shen Wenfei all the way home. He kept in touch with Shen Wenfei these days, but Shen Wenfei didn't reveal his current situation to him at all. If he hadn't met Jiang Yu today, Shen Wenfei might have kept it a secret he.

He knew that Shen Wenfei was an extremely proud person and would never let others see his difficulties, but he still couldn't feel at ease, let alone it was about Song Wei.

After hesitating again and again, Song Ran took the initiative to call Shen Wenfei's mobile phone number again.

Shen Wenfei answered quickly, and there was no sound on his side, so his slightly tired voice came to Song Ran's ears clearly, "Song Ran?"

Song Ran noticed the difference in his tone, guessed from years of getting along that Shen Wenfei must have drunk a lot of wine, and he became more uneasy. Shen Wenfei has always been a very restrained person, this time he lost his job and had a falling out with his family. He must have suffered a lot before allowing himself to get drunk.

"Wen Fei, are you okay?"

Shen Wenfei paused, then smiled lightly, "What's wrong with me?"

This laugh fell on Song Ran's ears as if he was pretending to be relaxed, because he was too worried, Song Ran cut to the chase, "I met Jiang Yu, my dad is looking for you, why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not a big deal."

Song Ran said anxiously, "But your job..." Shen Wenfei cut off his words, "What about you, you also met my dad, why didn't you tell me?"

Song Ran was stunned, caught off guard by Shen Wenfei's rhetorical question, then tightened his grip on the phone, faltering for a long time, unable to speak.

Shen Wenfei sighed, "It's over, what he said is not important, don't take a single word to heart."

Song Ran thought of Shen Wangshan's sharp but somewhat factual words, and the tip of his nose suddenly felt a little sour. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's not all because of him."

He would leave Shen Wenfei, in the final analysis, because the two could not stand on the same level of scales, Shen Wangshan just cruelly pointed out his unequal status with Shen Wenfei, so that he could see the reality more clearly. Thinking about it now, if there is no relationship with Shen Wangshan When we met, he must still be deluding himself to escape reality.

"Song Ran..." Shen Wenfei seemed to want to say something, but suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling, Song Ran was startled, and hurriedly shouted twice, "Wen Fei?"

It took a long time for the noise to disappear, Shen Wenfei took a breath, "I'm here."

Song Ran asked anxiously, "Did you fall?"

Shen Wenfei said, "It's okay, I accidentally touched it."

But the movement just now was by no means as simple as a touch, Song Ran thought of Shen Wenfei's current state of drunkenness, and fell like this again, worried unceasingly, his mouth turned quickly, and he lost his mind and said, "Are you at home, I'll go find you? "

Shen Wenfei seemed to be waiting for his words, and answered quickly, "Okay."

Song then regretted that it was too late, "Then you wait for me."

As he said that, he hung up the phone, still a little dazed. For some reason, he suddenly went to find Shen Wenfei, but the words had already been said, and he was really concerned about Shen Wenfei's state, so he couldn't help but hesitate, and went out with the key. the door.

Song Ran took a taxi, and without further ado, he stood downstairs in a familiar neighborhood. The guard knew him well and let him in quickly.

He came to Shen Wenfei's residence nervously. It has been more than a month since he left. When he left, he left the key behind. Now that he returns to the house where he has lived for two years, he still has to ring the doorbell. a feeling of.

He took a deep breath, before his raised hand touched the bell, the door clicked open, Song Ran was inexplicably nervous, and when he saw the young man revealed behind the door, he even pursed his lips.

The room smelled of alcohol, and Shen Wenfei's rare blushing cheeks in the light and shadow made his usually stern face soft. Song Ran had never seen such a slovenly Shen Wenfei, so he blinked in disbelief.

Shen Wenfei rubbed his slightly curled hair, his eyes slowly focused on Song Ran, "You're here."

Song Ran nodded, and slowly approached the room. When he got closer, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol on Shen Wenfei's body, and Shen Wenfei's footsteps were a little staggering. He subconsciously supported Shen Wenfei, and Shen Wenfei was not polite, as usual drunk Put a small part of your body weight on Song Ran.

Song Ran helped Shen Wenfei to the living room to sit down, and got up to go to the bathroom without a word. He was obviously much more familiar with this room than Shen Wenfei. After leaving these days, all the things he stored were still in place. Song Ran's habit made Song Ran prepare hot water and wet towels with ease.

Shen Wenfei looked at the busy figure in the room, and was in a trance for a moment, and slowly curled up the hand placed by his side.

He hadn't seen such a scene for more than a month, as if he came from a dream.

Song Ran twisted the warm towel, brought water back to the living room, and was about to wipe Shen Wenfei off as before, when she suddenly remembered that the relationship between the two was no longer what it used to be. Awkward.

He murmured, "Wipe yourself..." Shen Wenfei held Song Ran's wrist in a drunken way, and wiped his face with Song Ran's hand, staring at Song Ran for a moment, his eyes gradually faded. With red cheeks, he said hoarsely, "I'm a little dizzy."

Then let go of his hands, as if he could no longer support him, he rested his head on the edge of the sofa, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Song Ran looked at Shen Wenfei's slightly drunken face under the light, and the young man in front of him showed a soft side, which was like a snail's tentacles, plucking Song Ran's heartstrings one by one, he couldn't just leave people behind He had no choice but to wipe Shen Wenfei's face and neck carefully.

He had done these things countless times before, and he was very good at it. After wiping off some alcohol smell for Shen Wenfei, he thought about it, and then handed the glass to Shen Wenfei, "Drink some water."

Shen Wenfei opened his eyes moistened by alcohol, but without reaching out to catch them, he lowered his head to hold the rim of the cup in his mouth, and took a sip of warm water.

Song Ran didn't dare to look into Shen Wenfei's eyes, and suddenly remembered his fall, and asked, "Where did you fall, let me see the wound."

Shen Wenfei shook his head, "No."

Song Ran put down the cup, not knowing what to say for a while.

The strong smell of alcohol in the room made him feel a little elated, so he got up and turned on the air purifier, and opened the balcony door to diffuse the smell, and he saw the potted plants he had raised on the balcony at a glance. It was indeed as Shen Wenfei said, already It was half dead, but Song Ran still noticed the wetness of the soil and the half-empty shower on one side. Shen Wenfei said that he couldn't grow the flowers on the balcony, but he was still working hard to save these flowers that were about to decay.

"Are the flowers still alive?"

Just as he was staring at the potted plants, Shen Wenfei, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly spoke with a little expectation for the unknown.

Song Ran was silent for a moment, and said truthfully, "I don't know."

He likes to grow flowers, but he is not an expert. He has no confidence in rejuvenating a life that is coming to an end.

Shen Wenfei seemed a little disappointed, maybe because he was drunk, and he talked too much, "I will find a way to make them bloom again."

With a double entendre, he looked at Song Ran who turned around, and the deep meaning in his eyes was hard to fathom.

Song Ran didn't explore the deep meaning of his words, but in fact, when he returned to the residence where the two lived together day and night, he inevitably recalled the details of the two of them getting along. He intentionally diverted his attention and said guiltily, "My dad's This has caused you trouble, I apologize to you, if you need me to explain..." Shen Wenfei supported the sofa and stood up, "No need, just take a break."

Song Ran was even more disturbed. He could see Shen Wenfei's hard work at work. For a project, Shen Wenfei could stay up for ten days and a half months in a row. Breaking things, throwing away the career that he had worked so hard for for nearly five years, how could Shen Wenfei not care about it, and still behave so calmly?

"You don't have to blame yourself, Song Wei has already handed it over to the police, and he won't come to harass you again in the future."

Song Ran nodded and thanked him sincerely.

Shen Wenfei helped him too much, but he didn't know what to give in return. Thinking, he said, "There should be materials for sobering up in the cabinet. I'll make you sobering up soup."

An imperceptible flash of joy flashed in Shen Wenfei's eyes.

Because Shen Wenfei had a lot of entertainment and occasionally drank, Song Ran always prepared materials for sobering up at home, including orange peel, aged orange peel, sandalwood, kudzu flower, mung bean flower, ginseng slices, and white cardamom. Put it in a gauze bag, boil it for 5 minutes when you need it, and drink it.

Opening the cabinet, the hangover bags were still there. He started a pot to boil water, took out the ingredients, passed the water, and threw them into the boiling pot.

From Shen Wenfei's point of view, Song Ran's gentle side face was wrapped in warm light, like a ray of light in winter, making the room that had been deserted for more than a month suddenly bloom with flowers.

He watched quietly, for fear of disturbing the warmth of this moment.

The hangover soup was ready quickly, Song Ran brought it out for Shen Wenfei to drink, Shen Wenfei stirred the light brown soup with a porcelain spoon, wondering what he was thinking.

After Song Ran had done all this, seeing that there was no place that needed him anymore, she was a little bit reluctant, but she still said, "Wen Fei, after drinking the soup, wait half an hour before taking a shower. I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do."

Shen Wenfei, who was drinking sober soup, raised his eyes. His face was still full of alcohol, and he was still slightly drunk. After a few moments, his throat rolled, "I have something to do."

Song Ran's heart was pounding, and she swallowed nervously.

"I would like to ask you for a favor." Shen Wenfei put down the porcelain spoon, his expression and tone were extremely serious, and he was somewhat embarrassed, "There is something wrong with the right to live in this room, I don't know if it is my dad , but at the moment I may not be able to live any longer."

Song Ran knew that the Shen family was quite prestigious in City A, and also knew that Shen Wenfei and Shen Wangshan and his son had always had a rift, but he didn't expect Shen Wangshan to be so merciless, and he was genuinely worried about Shen Wenfei.

Seeing Song Ran's frowned eyebrows, Shen Wenfei pondered, "I mean, can I go to your place to bother you for a while?"

Song Ran suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he let out an ah.

"It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient." Shen Wenfei took a step back, "I'll think about where to live when I find a job."

Song Ran thought about the reason why he lost his job, struggled for a long time, finally gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't dislike my small place..." Shen Wenfei laughed, "You don't, I am grateful."

He took the last sip of hangover soup and used the porcelain bowl to hide the dark color in his eyes. Seeing Song Ran's dazed expression from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but think that Jiang Yu was right, and only Song Ran would believe it. Their poor acting.

The author has something to say: Every man who chases his wife must learn to act, and the mute is no exception.