Temporary cohabitation

One corner of the black umbrella leaned forward slightly, covering his wet hair.He unconsciously took half a step back, forgetting that there was still a child in his arms, and managed to stabilize himself so that he didn't fall to the ground, "You..."

This terrified appearance really doesn't seem like the joy of reuniting after a long absence.

Ren Mingyao stepped under the eaves to put away the umbrella, and his eyes fell on him, only pausing for a short moment, making it hard to tell whether he was looking at him or the child in his arms, and said softly, " Cheng Zhi?"

The coolness of early spring is permeated in the low voice." This is not a greeting tone, and it only belongs to one person in his memory.

"...Hmm." Cheng Shi stared at Yumu stiffly, and didn't even have the courage to turn his head to look.

The rain was lingering like fog in the dream, and he suspected that he was hysterical before he woke up.But that face was too familiar and clear, even with a quick glance, he couldn't allow him to admit his mistake.

After a delay of two seconds, he turned his head and said something like a signal, "Squad leader."

The corners of Ren Mingyao's lips twitched slightly, and then flattened again in the blink of an eye. He moved his eyes away from him, and raised his chin toward the store door, "Go in and talk."

**

When I came back to my senses, the two were already sitting in the coffee shop.

The interior is as warm as expected.Afraid that the temperature difference would be too great to go out and catch a cold, Cheng Shi sat down and helped the child beside him take off his coat.

The sweater inside was worn out, and the sleeves were too long.A black and white cat is embroidered on the chest of the sweater, lying lazily with its tail curled.Cheng Xiaojun lowered his head, he rolled up his sleeves with one hand, and picked the tip of the cat's tail on the stomach with the other hand.

Ren Mingyao didn't say a word, quietly watching him busy.

"Well... what do you want to drink?"

After taking care of the child, Cheng Shi tugged at the corner of his clothes uncomfortably.Sitting up straight but lowering his eyes, he pushed the drink list on the table to the opposite side. "I invite you."

He ordered a cup of hot coconut milk for Cheng Xiaojun, and he only wanted a cup of the simplest American style.Although I usually like coffee, fruit tea and other beverages, I drink them at home.The sugar content and ice volume can be controlled at will, and the cost is much lower than that of the outside.

This unexpected meeting would empty the balance in his Alipay, but he didn't hesitate at all.Ren Mingyao didn't refuse his offer, he just said "same".

He didn't seem to be interested in drinking coffee to reminisce about the old days, probably because the heavy rain spoiled his mood.

Cheng Shi didn't know what he could say, what to say, the fingers tightly knit under the table trembled slightly.

He never expected to meet Ren Mingyao here.

He didn't even think that he would meet Ren Mingyao again.

Saying "Long time no see" is too clichéd, "How are you lately" is polite and perfunctory, and I can't find a suitable opening sentence.Cheng Shi thought dejectedly, he has really lived a lonely life all these years.Still like a teenager, I can't speak whole words when I see him.

The waiter brought their drinks.Ren Mingyao spoke first, interrupting his distraction, "You live in Maohua?"

"Yep."

"How long have you lived here?"

"It's been several years."

"Which district is it in?"

"..."

This question and answer is a bit strange, with an aggressive meaning.

Cheng Shi adjusted his tone, trying to speak as naturally as possible, because he didn't want to show timidity after a long absence, "It's in the old city, that is, it's quite close to the university town."

Although they haven't been in touch for a long time, they are still considered bamboo horses.Ren Mingyao transferred to the town in the first year of junior high school, and he has been in the same class with him since then.Except for the third year of junior high school, Ren Mingyao has always been his monitor.Until the third year of high school...

After so many years, Ren Mingyao was almost the same as he remembered, but there were obvious changes.If I have to say it, the aura is stronger.

This guy has been like this since he was in school.Handsome is very handsome, but his facial features are too rigid, a bit aggressive.It was only after he got to know Ren Mingyao that some people had an arrogant or indifferent expression even in a relaxed state, showing a very temper.In fact, I didn't think so in my heart, it was just a natural stinky face.

He looks repulsive when he's not talking, but when he's talking... he's pretty much the same.

Under the table, Ren Mingyao's leather shoes took a step forward.He backed away unconsciously, retracted his wet canvas shoes, twisted his ankle, and frowned slightly.

Ren Mingyao paused, his tone slowed down, "Your feet still hurt?"

Since middle school, he has limped to school every rainy day.He was very young when he broke the bone.Because the wound did not heal according to the normal tissue form at that time, it would be difficult to return to normal even after treatment, so the root cause of the disease fell.

All the classmates who knew him knew about it, and it was not a secret, but thinking about him after so many years was always comforting.

Warmth welled up in Cheng Zhi's heart, and he spoke more fluently.The tone was soft, it sounded like a whining complaint, "Well, it's an old problem, and it happens when it rains. The doctor said that it will get worse when you get old, and you will have to..."

He suddenly realized that he was talking too much, as if vomiting bitterness would only be annoying, so he stopped it quickly and summed it up generally, "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt too much."

That's the end of the topic.He clenched his fingers, trying to drive away the shudder of overexcitement.Then, he got his wish in a relatively silent silence, but his mood also sank a little bit.

The old classmates who haven't seen each other for so many years have been absent from each other for such a long period of time, and it is normal to have no common topics.

It's not the same as the imagined reunion after a long absence.Ren Mingyao was sitting opposite, but Cheng Shi realized that he didn't want to ask him any questions.

It's not that I don't want to know, but I just feel that whether it's good or bad has nothing to do with me, what's the use of knowing.

He looks in good spirits and should be doing well.

That's it.

Cheng Shi thought, that's it for them.

He keeps his eyes down.Ren Mingyao's complicated eyes fell on him, and he stayed there for a long time without getting his gaze back.

Still the same as before, always distracted easily, immersed in his own world and doesn't like to look people in the eye.

"A person with a child?"

"……Um."

Cheng Shi came back to his senses and heard him say, "It looks a lot like you."

This sentence reminded Cheng Shi that after sitting for so long, with such a conspicuous human cub by his side, he was only thinking wildly and forgot to introduce, "Xiao Jun, this is Uncle Ren."

Cheng Xiaojun was indulging in a sweet drink and was indifferent to his call.Cheng Shi had no choice but to call out again, which made him turn his head in a daze.

"That person." Cheng Shi pointed to Ren Mingyao on the opposite side, and taught patiently, "It's Uncle Ren, look."

Cheng Xiaojun looked in the direction of his finger, and stared at Ren Mingyao blankly.Both big and small had eyes that he couldn't understand.

"Hello." Ren Mingyao said.

Cheng Xiaojun spat milky white saliva at him.

"..."

Cheng Shi was stunned, his ears turned red in an instant, his shy and apologetic eyes were soaked in the color of water, overflowing with fine light.He pulled out a tissue in a panic, and handed it to the other side, "I'm sorry... don't be angry, Xiaojun..."

The tabletop is so wide, no matter how strong a child can be, even if they spit, they will not be able to get on their body.But he was fidgeting as if he had made a big mistake.

Ren Mingyao didn't take his tissue, and didn't take a sip of the coffee in front of him, so he got up, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Cheng Shi subconsciously said, "But the rain hasn't stopped."

After speaking, he remembered that Ren Mingyao had brought an umbrella himself.

Perhaps this unnecessary long time was just wasting his time.

So I didn't even say "goodbye".

**

Ren Mingyao got into the car on the street ten kilometers away.

When Song Ziyang came to pick him up, he always felt that the location where the assistant said to put him down was not this area.His thoughts turned around, and he was anxious to run on him, so he didn't think about it carefully, "Mr. Ren, how did you go to experience life today?"

Ren Mingyao stepped on the carpet in the car to grind the muddy water on the soles of his shoes, and said coldly, "Drive."

It seems that the experience is not very happy.

"That's it." Song Ziyang stepped on the gas pedal happily, "It's been hard work going down to earth, so I'll take you home."

He and Ren Mingyao are college roommates and classmates majoring in drama, film, television and literature.After graduation, Ren Mingyao worked in his old profession. He didn't know much about his majors. Fortunately, his family had a mine, so he picked up scripts that caught his eye and made investments.In the same circle, occasionally they can join a team in a play.

Ren Mingyao is a well-known screenwriter in the circle in recent years.He has a high starting point, his debut work was favored by leading directors in the industry, and the cooperation went smoothly. After the film was released, he achieved outstanding results and won various awards at home and abroad. Since then, his career path has been much more open than others.

There is nothing to say about professional ability, but unfortunately it is a bit biased.

Ren Mingyao has written movies and TV series. The carrier and length of the story cannot affect his normal performance. What will cause him a devastating blow is the subject matter—more precisely, the emotional lines in various themes.

He is good at open and close political struggles, or digging into criminal psychology to explore the bad roots of human nature.In the scripts that have been written with grades, the parts that are praised and praised are almost not emotional.Family and friendship are better, but falling in love is a disaster, and straight men's brain circuits can't write that kind of shit.

So much so that the studio specially assigned him two female screenwriters to complement the emotional line and improve the completion of the script. Every time he held a script seminar, he was so angry that he lost his hair on the spot.

After a long time, Ren Mingyao became impatient.In the past few months, I have specially picked up a book about a family group drama. All kinds of love between children and parents are long and short, and the relationship lines are criss-crossing.

After realizing that he had the idea to make up for his shortcomings, the little assistant burst into tears and immediately came up with several plans.Said that he was not down-to-earth enough to write scripts, he had to experience life, let him go shopping in a supermarket with a lot of traffic for a day, looking for fireworks in the world.

That's what happened today.

Song Ziyang invested in this drama, and has not been involved in other projects recently, so he is too busy at home to pick his feet.So in the name of a partner, he came here every now and then to ask about the progress of the script, but in fact harassed him to pass the time.

On the way back, I was asked several times what I experienced today and how I felt.Ren Mingyao was upset, and pulled one corner of his mouth expressionlessly, with a fake smile: "Is it okay to drink coffee with the first love who is already a father?"

"..."

As expected of a screenwriter, the story in one sentence is full of sense of picture.

Song Ziyang was just a habitual chatterbox, he didn't expect him to give an answer, and he was so predictable, "Who is it?"

"you do not know."

"Take a few shots. Just you, who have you ever been in love with, you? As far as our relationship is concerned, who can I really not know?"

At the intersection of traffic lights, Song Ziyang stopped the car, and then a flash of inspiration flashed, and he slapped his forehead, "Hey, I remembered."

"Is it just that—the first love who left you without a word when he was in the third year of high school?"

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Teacher Ren today: My first love became a father, and I was so angry that I ran ten kilometers away