Perfect Two

The two looked at each other for a long time, when the neon lights of a nearby restaurant suddenly went out.The shop is closed, everyone has to go home.

Fu Zhou felt helpless and didn't let out a sigh. He pressed it in his throat and gave in a little: "It's nothing. Go home."

I happened to watch an interview with Feng Yi before. When the host talked about Cheng Xirong, he asked Feng Yi to think of a word to describe Cheng Xirong.Feng Yi didn't hesitate, and threw out "slowness" at that time.The host was overjoyed, and retorted: "We have all heard that Cheng Xirong has been clever since he was a child. The last time he came to our show, he even got involved in the game play session, and even the director was involved in it. The rules of the game have been changed for so many episodes.”

Feng Yi smiled, and explained to the host solemnly: "He is really slow. In terms of emotions, he is very slow, and he is a little blind and deaf."

When watching it at the time, Fu Zhou was still indignant.In his eyes, Cheng Xirong was good everywhere, so he couldn't hear others slander Cheng Xirong like this.What's more, this person is Feng Yi, Cheng Xirong's partner.

At that time, Fu Zhou was thinking, if you think it's not good, let him out!If you get it cheap, you still act good, such a good person, you can have him, don't you have to be happy to death, right?Why do you look sad and say those words, as if you are wronged.

At this time, Fu Zhou looked at pushing the cart forward and felt that he had wronged Feng Yi.

It's just embarrassing.

But if you want to talk about grievances, there is really no way to say it one, two, three.Because he didn't say anything wrong, no matter what sentence he said, it was ordinary, and it was very natural to think logically.What the reporter asked, what he answered.

What are you struggling with?In fact, there is nothing, it is all unreasonable.At best, the gap is too big.I went to him impulsively, but was poured down with a basin of cold water, which also woke me up.

So it's not his problem.be yourself.Having impulses is one's own business, having hope is also one's own business, and being lost after not being satisfied is also one's own business.It has nothing to do with him.

It feels better to think so.

Cheng Xirong fell asleep when he got home.Fu Zhou wiped his face with a cotton pad, and then wiped it twice with a warm towel.Cheng Xirong didn't move at all, and he didn't know if he was asleep or too lazy to move.Fu Zhou went to the balcony to smoke a few cigarettes, emptied the beer in the refrigerator, and then fell asleep.

Had a dream at night.Both are.

Cheng Xirong dreamed of the explosion, and the sound came from nowhere, as if it was coming from all directions.The whole person is surrounded by it, and the ear-shattering sound oppresses and suffocates.He was still waiting for the flames, waiting for the flames to burn from afar.

But there has been no movement.He waited for a long time, feeling hot and dry. When he looked down, he realized that the fire had already started.Start with yourself.First the belly, then up, the chest.The fire burns from the inside of the body to the outside, as if it has some attribute, and no grass grows where it passes.

Cheng Xirong sighed, thinking this is really good.Luckily no one was around but me.Then burn it casually, it doesn't matter.I let the fire burn once, are you afraid of burning again?

Halfway through the thought, Cheng Xirong suddenly thought again.Why am I the only one here?What about the rest?Where have they all gone?Why are you not there?

If so, there should be... who else?

Then his head started to burn, and Cheng Xirong couldn't think anymore.He just felt the pain, rolled on the ground, and usually refused to lose face, but now there was no one around, so he wailed.Cheng Xirong opened his eyes until Doutou poured a basin of cold water on the fire before it was extinguished.

It's a dream.He was a little dazed, staring at the person in front of him and asked, "Where are you from?"

Fu Zhou frowned and said nothing.

Cheng Xirong asked again: "When did you come? Why weren't you here just now?"

Fu Zhou replied, "I've been there all the time. You didn't see me behind you."

Cheng Xirong let out a long sigh of relief and nodded, "So that's how it is."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again to sleep.Fu Zhou patted him, pulled his upper arm, trying to pull him up: "Don't sleep. You have a fever again. Take the medicine first."

A key word reached Cheng Xirong's ears, he opened his eyes in a daze, and asked again, "Did you get burned?"

Fu Zhou didn't understand, and shook his head along the way: "No."

"That's good."

Cheng Xirong swallowed the medicine obediently, and drank water from Fu Zhou's hand.When he fell back, he was already asleep, or rather, not awake at all.Fu Zhou put down the water glass, wrapped him up with a blanket, and brushed the hair on his forehead aside.

He was also dreaming...

Fu Zhou thought of his dream again, took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and vented against the wall.

The night passed like this, and Fu Zhou kept watch all night.Fortunately, the next morning, Cheng Xirong's enthusiasm subsided.But he was exhausted, and he had a fever at night, had messy dreams, and his whole body became exhausted.Fu Zhou cooked rice porridge for him, served it with mixed vegetables in a small dish, and put extra vinegar for his appetizer.

Cheng Xirong didn't even take a few bites, he was so tired that he didn't even want to open his mouth.Fu Zhou didn't force him either, he took things away and let him continue to sleep.In the afternoon, a strange call came from Cheng Xirong's cell phone. Fu Zhou hesitated before calling him.

Cheng Xirong was in a daze on the bed.He's had enough sleep and isn't sleepy right now, but he just doesn't want to move.Fu Zhou answered his call, and he heard it too. It didn't matter after thinking about it, so he answered it as he wanted.There are not many people who can find me, and Su Minglin has been in frequent contact recently.Speaking of which, Su Minglin was closer to Fu Zhou, and he had to be in the back row.

Fu Zhou opened the door and came in, Cheng Xirong thought, maybe it wasn't Su Minglin.Sure enough, Fu Zhou covered the receiver, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your phone."

What is he hesitating about?

Cheng Xirong looked at him and picked up the phone when he heard a familiar voice from over there.The elderly, with a backward pronunciation, speak slowly and steadily, with a little alienation and indifference between the tones.

is the mother.

Cheng Xirong's face changed in an instant, Fu Zhou kept staring at him, rushed over, and stuffed a pill into Cheng Xirong's mouth.I don't know how long he has been holding it in his hand, but he must have recognized the other party's identity a long time ago, in order to prevent Cheng Xirong from getting too excited and causing heart palpitations.

But... how did he know that he would be excited?Logically speaking, this makes sense!Nominally, "Cheng Xirong" is just his teacher and benefactor, so what's so strange about answering the other party's mother's phone call?

Cheng Xirong looked back, but only saw Fu Zhou put his head down, put his hands on his back, and rubbed his back in circles.

I have a bad feeling...

A few more beeps came from the receiver, Cheng Xirong reluctantly put away his guess, and responded: "Sorry, I felt a little uncomfortable just now."

"Is your body still not well?"

"It's much better."

Mother hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Where is it convenient to meet?"

259