In the Same Boat

Sure enough, Qu Yiheng didn't go out for two days, not only didn't he go out, he almost didn't sleep.

He was in a rush to receive manuscripts, and he had high demands on himself, and the things he handed in had to pass his own test first, so he just endured it like this, his eyes were red and dark circles.

When he was rushing to write, he smoked a lot, and he was bored in the study, with a small pile of ashtrays in his hand.

In the end, he delivered the manuscript on time, and there was no packet of instant noodles at home, nor a cigarette.

Qu Yiheng has always been aware of himself, how long a job will take, how long he will have to paint without moving his place, how many meals, how many cigarettes, and how many naps he will have to take.

Everything went according to plan, including falling ill the day after delivery.

In the past, when I was young, I could do whatever I wanted to stay up late and harm my body, but now, even though I am not seventy or eighty years old, all the demons I made back then have fallen to the root of the disease, and now I am starting to backfire.

In the past, Qu Yiheng liked to draw in the middle of the night. He said that he was inspired in the dead of night, so in those few years, he almost turned upside down day and night. Later, his body couldn't take it anymore, so he forced himself to change that habit.

The habit is changed, and some problems have already been stained.

When the editor called to thank him, Qu Yiheng had just finished taking the medicine and lay down. He drank the children's antipyretic granule. Every time he had a fever, he drank two packs of it, and the effect was faster than anything else.

"You're welcome," Qu Yiheng said, "but don't always be like this in the future, I really can't bear it."

"Yeah, you really saved my life this time, I will definitely come to thank you someday!"

Qu Yiheng said goodbye, don't come, and after a few words, he hung up the phone and shrank back into the blanket.

He squinted his eyes and looked out the window, thinking that he would definitely wake me up when the sun rises, but he was too tired to even move a finger, let alone get up and close the curtains.

Thinking of this, he quickly fell asleep.

It was evening when Qu Yiheng opened his eyes, and it was still dark after [-] o'clock in the evening in summer, and the downstairs was as lively as an amusement park, with children yelling and occasionally dogs barking.

He turned over on the bed and felt that the fever had subsided, but he still had some headaches.

I reached for my phone, opened WeChat, and found that the group "Class 13 of the Fifth Middle School" was always talking.

He has already set the do-not-disturb mode for this group, and the group message reminder will no longer be heard, but because there are people chatting non-stop every day, this group is always at the top, as long as he opens WeChat, he can see it.

Qu Yiheng flipped through the pages, and someone was discussing that on November [-], everyone made an appointment to hang out together, the kind without family members.

It's only August, and these people have already started planning the November holiday, with a long-term perspective.

He flipped through the chat records and saw a female classmate named Yao Zhan, Aite, and asked him if he would go. Some people booed from below, saying that the older single men and women in the class would be free to form groups.

Only now did Qu Yiheng know that Yao Zhan was also single.

He remembered that they were in the hotel that day, Yao Zhan made a lot of it, and the stuff that came out in the end was quite thick, but Qu Yiheng didn't think much about it at the time, and it's only now that he figured it out, maybe it's because he hasn't done it for a long time.

After a long time, these old men in their thirties were not only abandoned by the years, but also abandoned by their sexual life.

Thinking of this, Qu Yiheng smiled.

He scrolled down again, but he didn't see Yao Zhan's reply.

In his memory, Yao Zhan was actually quite cool, the kind of naughty boy who smoked and fought at the age of seventeen or eighteen, who seemed like a bad boy but actually got amazing grades.

This kind of person is the most jealous of boys and the favorite of girls.

I don't know if he still has that personality now.Qu Yiheng turned off the phone, and buried himself back in the quilt.

He stayed in bed until dark, lamenting that he finally fell asleep on American time.

After washing my face, I felt hungry, dizzy and didn't want to go downstairs to eat.

He went to the balcony to cool off, but there was no smoke when he touched it.

It was impossible not to go downstairs, forcing myself to go out.

This city is sweltering even in summer nights, and he was covered in sweat within a few steps. Qu Yiheng suddenly missed the city where he hadn't returned to his usual life after graduating from high school. Cities are truly livable.

He went to the convenience store and bought a bag of five packs of instant noodles. After thinking about it, he bought two cartons of milk for himself. Finally, he ordered two packs of cigarettes at the cashier and took out his mobile phone to pay.

After WeChat payment, I inevitably saw the class group again, and happened to catch up with Yao Zhan to speak.

Yao Zhan said: I'll talk about it when the time comes, I'm busy.

What kind of work do you do?So busy.

Qu Yiheng walked back with the bag, and met a chubby little corgi on the road, and the little dog followed him, so he simply squatted down and teased the dog for a while.

He was having a good time with the puppy when a girl ran over in a hurry, holding the leash for walking the dog in her hand. Crying: "Ancestor! Just as I was about to tie the rope for you, you ran away and disappeared, scaring me to death!"

The girl quickly squatted down to tie the dog, and then thanked Qu Yiheng.

Qu Yiheng smiled and said nothing, and went home with his belongings.

Yao Zhan has been really busy recently, dealing with the leaders of the unit and the leaders of the family at the same time.

On the second day after meeting Shao Wei, their vice president came to the Department of Pediatrics for a walk "by the way", and asked Yao Zhan "by the way", "Is Xiao Yao over 30 this year? He is still playing alone ?”

Yao Zhan didn't expect his old man to suddenly care about his personal problems, and replied respectfully: "I just passed my 33rd birthday, so I'm fine alone."

This is what he said from the bottom of his heart. He hopes that the other party can feel his sincerity. After all, most people will start to say after talking here: "Hey, the child of a certain relative of my family is very suitable for you. I will introduce you to you some other day." Getting acquainted."

Yao Zhan was really afraid of this, especially if the person who said this was their vice president, what would he do?

Sometimes it really means that the sky is going to die and you have to die. The vice president seemed to not understand the sincerity of Yao Zhan's words just now. Good people?"

Yao Zhan said he was going to finish, and was going to find a reason to get out, but Jiang was still hot, and before he could find out the reason, the vice president had already said: "My niece came back from abroad last week, and I will introduce you to her someday. , equivalent education, how good it is.”

The young doctor in the next department was envious, but since the deputy dean said this, Yao Zhan's anger has not subsided, and a blister immediately formed on his mouth.

If the deputy dean put pressure on him alone, he could bear it, but his mother also called.

"When will you settle the matter with me about your girlfriend?" Yao Zhan's mother said, "Yesterday I met Shao Wei's wife in the supermarket, and their children are all that old."

"Everyone has their own way of life," Yao Zhan said, "I'm living a good life."

Many times, it is useless for you to say that you have a good life. Others have their own vision.

"What a fart." Yao Zhan's mother is a very powerful woman. Yao Zhan has never been afraid of anyone since she was a child, except his mother.

But sometimes, there are some things that I am afraid of, so I really can't just bow my head like that.

Yao Zhan doesn't like women, he doesn't have any desire/desire for women, everyone gets together, like good buddies, it's really impossible to talk about love.

He just likes men and can only kiss and have sex with men.

He hasn't told his mother about these things. For 33 years, he has been hiding them. It's not because he's afraid of anything else, but because his mother can't stand it and falls ill.

In my twenties, I was not afraid of the age when the sky would fall. I didn’t confess. When I was in my 30s, although there were many things I didn’t care about, there were also many things I cared about.

Just last time, his mother went to attend the funeral of her colleague, and when she came back, she was so angry that she had to be beaten for half a month. If she found out about my affairs, she might not know what to do.

It used to be said that "there are three ways to be unfilial, and having no offspring is the greatest." Although this kind of thinking should have been banned long ago, the older generation still thinks that men should be with women, and that men should be with women. have kids.

This kind of thinking has existed in their lives for a lifetime, how difficult is it for them to suddenly erase it?

Yao Zhan can't open his mouth, so he can hide it as long as he can.

He was on vacation that day, and went to Y alone in order to hide from the quiet.

It was evening, the sky was not dark, and there were few people in the bar. As soon as Yao Zhan went in, he saw Xiao Mo at the bar counter with Yang Kan. When they saw him coming in, they asked in unison: "Where's that handsome guy?"

Yao Zhan knocked on the table: "Wine."

Xiao Mo snorted and turned around to make him a drink.

Yang Kan leaned forward: "What's wrong? Someone dumped you?"

"Who is it?" Yao Zhan asked knowingly.

"Just what's the name? The surname is quite special."

"Qu Yiheng!" Xiao Mo came back with the wine, and looked at Yao Zhan with a smile, "That boy is handsome, so he feels comfortable."

"Shut up your saliva," Yao Zhan took the wine and turned to go to the booth, "Don't worry about any of you."

He went to sit alone, with his long legs on the sofa, drinking wine, and swiping at the phone screen.

In the past, Yao Zhan was quite annoyed by those people chattering in the WeChat group all day long. Many people who couldn't get together in 800 years didn't know where they came from.

But since what happened to Che Hao last time, he often reads the group news. He knows what he is looking for, but it's a pity that Qu Yiheng hardly shows up.

He remembered that the last time the two of them came, they were also sitting in this position. Qu Yiheng could drink quite a bit, and he was so drunk that he passed out.

He thought of each other's pierced ears, his tattoos, and his wet lips.

Yao Zhan's body reacted, but he didn't intend to take care of it.

He clicked on the list of group members, searched for a long time, and finally found Qu Yiheng's name among dozens of people.

The person's WeChat avatar is a blank drawing board, and his name is written on the lower right of the drawing board, which is very beautiful.

Yao Zhan was a little hesitant, wondering if he should add this friend.

"Fuck, people in their 30s, is it a man who is making a fuss?"

Yao Zhan looked up and found that Yang Kan came over at some time, leaning on his sofa and looking at his mobile phone.

"Shut your mouth." Yao Zhan glared at him.

"Just tell me to shut up, you just add me as a friend and shut up." Yang Kan laughed at him while drinking, "I love you."

When did Yao Zhan ever say that?Impulsively, he directly pressed "Add the person to the address book", and then threw the phone aside: "Let Xiao Mo make me another drink, if it's not good, I won't give you money!"