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Those things that make you look forward to inadvertently usually bring unexpected surprises, even if this feeling is extremely subtle, hard to detect, and even covered up by habitual emotions. caught the light in his eyes.

Jiang Yi'an looked at Wen Ke in surprise, and was speechless for a while, looking a little dazed.His eyes fell on the lunch box in his hand, and after a pause for a few seconds, Wen Ke asked, "Have you eaten?" in a tone like a friend he has known for many years.

Jiang Yi'an shook his head following the words, and stood by the door without moving.

Wen Ke waited patiently for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Would you like me to come in?"

Jiang Yi'an came back to his senses and made room awkwardly. After Wen Ke came in, he closed the door, turned on the light, and stood in the entrance with a dazed expression on his face.Knowing neither how to greet nor how to treat guests, he intertwined his fingers and asked bluntly, "Do you want some water?"

Wen Ke walked towards the sofa, and glanced at the board of pills on the coffee table. There was a clear print on the box next to it, "Risperidone", which is a highly effective sedative sleeping pill.He replied, "No", turned around and put the lunch box on the dining table, and said to Jiang Yi'an, "Come and sit."

The two couldn't tell who was the host and who was the guest, but Wen Ke's tone made Jiang Yi'an relax.He sat obediently at the table, and saw that Wen Ke lifted the lids of the boxes one by one, and the table was full of dishes, both meat and vegetables.

Jiang Yi'an's eyes sparkled, and he subconsciously asked, "Did you do it?"

Wen Ke reached out and opened the window sash, biting a cigarette, raised the corner of his mouth: "Want to eat what I made?"

It's not clear whether it's this sentence or this smile, which makes Jiang Yi'an become sluggish, seems to be in a daze, and may also be somewhat at a loss for not being able to answer.Wen Ke continued: "Auntie made it. She is very skilled and tastes good. Try it."

Jiang Yi'an went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, bit the tip of it and thought for a few seconds, before grabbing a piece of fish first.

Wen Ke: "Jiang Yi'an."

There was a pause in the movement of his hands, and Jiang Yi'an was stunned: "Huh?"

Wen Ke said: "Reheat it before eating."

Tapping his forehead with his index finger, Jiang Yian got up with the lunch box and "ding" it in the microwave for a minute and a half.Wen Ke rested his chin with one hand, the cigarette on his lips was not lit, and he twirled the lighter between his fingers, he made a note, it turned out that Jiang Yi'an loves fish.

Not only is the taste delicious, but the taste is also delicate. Jiang Yi'an's bamboo chopsticks are tossed between the fish and the prawns, and all the vegetables are left to dry. Wen Ke said in his heart that he is quite good at eating.

Every time Jiang Yi'an rolled out the fishbone with the tip of his tongue, he would take a look at Wen Ke, worried that he was not eating well, but Wen Ke could always stagger his eyes just right, pretending to browse the phone information, and then quietly stare back.Jiang Yi'an ate very quietly, and whenever he lowered his head, the broken hair on the sideburns would always hang down along the jawline. He put his hands behind his ears and went back and forth several times, but Wen Ke's raised lips never came down again.

Until there was not much fish and shrimp left in the lunch box, Jiang Yi'an was slightly startled, and asked in a panic: "Have you eaten?"

Wen Ke's smile at this time seemed secretive, he didn't answer, Jiang Yi'an became even more uneasy, and muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that you haven't eaten yet?"

"It's okay." Wen Ke pretended to be generous, "Didn't you leave some vegetables for me?"

When Jiang Yi'an heard this, his face turned red instantly, he hadn't had a serious meal for a long time, and he didn't stop for a moment when he caught his favorite.Just as he was embarrassed, Wen Ke slid the hinge of the lighter and knocked lightly, and stopped teasing him: "I've eaten it."

Jiang Yian breathed a sigh of relief, the two lunch boxes in front of him were empty, he replaced the vegetables, poured a little fish sauce, and ate with relish.Wen Ke once again sighed, he really knows how to eat. After a while, Jiang Yi'an picked up three empty lunch boxes and put them in the kitchen sink.

Hearing the sound of trickling water, Wen Ke lit the cigarette, his slightly downcast eyes circled the several CDs piled up in the corner of the wall.Glancing at the cover from a distance, Wen Ke could tell which year Mage released the single or album. He clipped the cigarette, exhaled slowly, and guessed what kind of mood Jiang Yi'an had in throwing them away in the corner.

Drain off the water, Jiang Yi'an wiped the inside and outside of the lunch box with a paper towel, and put it back in the lunch bag.The room was quiet. In order to avoid embarrassment, he quickly searched for topics in his mind, put down his rolled up cuffs, and asked Wen Ke, "Have you been living downstairs?"

"Occasionally." Wen Ke said, "I don't come back often."

Not coming back often, but showing up on such an important festival as New Year's Eve, Jiang Yi'an was full of doubts, shouldn't he be with his family?He raised his head, and the clock showed ten past ten, and the Spring Festival Gala had just reached its finale.

Jiang Yi'an turned on the TV, and on the screen that lit up was the local satellite TV's New Year's Gala. In the middle of the stage stood the most popular band in the past two years, dressed in red, enthusiastically playing their famous song.

Jiang Yi'an stared intently, and when the singing fell, he murmured, "It's really nice."

The light of the screen flashed into his dim pupils, and a distant but vivid picture appeared in Wen Ke's mind. At that time, Jiang Yi'an was 26 years old and was invited to participate in a music variety show. Eight bands competed on the same stage. The theme was limited by the judges. , improvisation, live performance.

How to describe Jiang Yi'an at that time, Wen Ke squinted his eyes, flamboyant, warm, bright, free, with the most sincere enthusiasm, controlled the rhythm with singing, talent, and decisive self-confidence, detonating the audience, compared with him who was silent and depressed at this time Compared, they are like two different people.

The smoke had burned out, Wen Ke looked at the TV screen, and said softly: "There is a distance from Mage."

Jiang Yi'an lowered his gaze, and repeatedly picked the edge of the remote control with his right thumb. The next program was singing and dancing, and the lively sound lingered in the room. When it was about to end, he blinked his eyelashes twice, and said hesitantly: "...Thank you."

He tuned the channel to the central station, threw away the remote control, picked up the water glass and the pills, and swallowed two.Ten years of hard work, once fell into the mud, and finally became a joke in the mouth of others. Facing Wen Ke's evaluation, Jiang Yi'an had an inferiority complex, thinking, is it compassion?Pity or sympathy?

That disgusting voice popped out of his head again, threatening, warning him that his current fate is the consequence of not following the rules: "Not only can I make you in ten years, but I can also destroy you in ten days .”

Hearing Wen Ke calling him, Jiang Yi'an looked up, his eyes were blush too late to hide.He restrained himself a little, returned to normal in the shortest time, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

"The countdown is on." Wen Ke said.

The hosts counted down in unison, with dancing lions behind them, full of festive colors, welcoming the arrival of the New Year together.From "ten" to "four", Jiang Yi'an stared at the TV obsessively. In the new year, his future is still blank.

When he called "three", Wen Ke said, "Yi'an."

Jiang Yian met his gaze blankly, and in the next second, Wen Ke's voice overwhelmed all the sounds that could be heard in his mind, ears, and surroundings: "Happy New Year."

Outside the window were the fireworks slowly rising into the sky with the sound of the zero o'clock, and the exploding fireworks sprinkled golden fragments of light. In front of Wen Ke's gentle smile, Jiang Yi'an's heart trembled.

The author says:

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Thank you for your company, happy Chinese New Year!

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