nightmare exec

Song Yin originally thought that there would be no further developments between him and Qi Zhengnan tonight.

After all, after entering the cafe, the two of them were wandering around, not as if they had come to drink and talk, but as if they had found a place to practice Tai Chi Push Hands.

But now that Qi Zhengnan has taken the initiative, if he doesn't actively respond, it won't be like Song Yin's usual style.

So Song Yin smiled and threw the question back to Qi Zhengnan: "I didn't seem to say that my love partner is Yunshi, did I? How did you know?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Qi Zhengnan certainly couldn't be stuck on such a small detail, "You ran after him just now, and when you came back, your face was all red and you made a declaration of love. It's strange if you can't guess it."

"Is it so obvious?" Song Yin heheed twice, and returned to the main topic: "Why can't I really like Yunshi? There is no rule prohibiting office romances in Purgatory."

"I just think it's a little strange." Qi Zhengnan obviously thought about it, "Is this... still your first love?"

"Does that even need to be said?"

Song Yin nodded confidently at her first love: "I was single for three years in high school and the past two years. As for spending the rest of the time with you, you know if I have a boyfriend or girlfriend."

After getting such a positive answer, Qi Zhengnan was a little happy, but also a little puzzled: "Then why now? You have only been in purgatory for three months, and your life has not completely stabilized."

"You mean the 'drawbridge effect'?"

Song Yin said these four words of worry for him: "Because in the past two months, I have been in a difficult state of being closed, lonely, and weak, so no matter who helps me, I will immediately germinate To show a good impression—you are worried that I will take this kind of dependence and gratitude in this extraordinary period as love, right?"

"As the situation changes, this special emotion will disappear soon, and I don't hope you will regret it." These are indeed Qi Zhengnan's words from the bottom of his heart.

"Well, if you analyze it this way..."

Song Yin tapped her lips lightly with her index finger, as if she had seriously considered Qi Zhengnan's words.

During the few seconds he was silent, Qi Zhengnan began to contradict silently again—he didn't want Song Yin to really fall into the trap of the "drawing bridge effect", but also worried that the ambiguity tonight was just a flash in the pan.

And in his speechless entanglement, Song Yin raised those sparkling eyes again: "...then we should actually like each other, shouldn't we?"

"what?"

The contradiction in his head suddenly turned into many pink question marks, Qi Zhengnan looked at his eccentric sweetheart unexpectedly.

"The drawbridge effect."

Song Yin confidently applied this psychological vocabulary: "When I was seven years old, I first rescued you from the kidnappers. According to the suspension bridge effect, you should have fallen in love with me first. Then my house was destroyed by the kidnappers, and you escaped. Go back and call the police, and bring me back to Qi's house, according to the suspension bridge effect, I should also fall in love with you, isn't that the truth?"

"..."

Qi Zhengnan's heart skipped a beat silently, as if a stone had been thrown into a deep pool that had been silent for a long time, not only ripples appeared on the surface, but also some sediment at the bottom of the water quietly appeared.

No, those are all past events that have already been settled, there is no need to mention them, and no one will know about them—he told himself in his heart.Then, as if to squeeze out those memories that shouldn't come out, he closed his eyes forcefully.

Song Yin, who didn't wait for his answer, was obviously a little bit disappointed, but she wasn't overly entangled.

"Honestly, I find it strange. In the past 20 years, there have been beautiful and handsome men who have expressed their affection for me, and even proposed marriage directly! But to be honest, I have never had the feeling of being moved—— Not once. Not afraid of your ridicule, I even doubted whether I was the legendary frigidity, but my body functions seem to be quite normal..."

While talking, I turned to some topics that are "not suitable for children". Although there are no children present, it still feels a little weird to talk about this kind of privacy to someone I like.

So Song Yin coughed lightly, and quickly changed the subject: "But after entering Purgatory, I really felt that a big stone fell to the ground in my heart... The whole person suddenly became much more relaxed, just like what others said 'opened. Orifice', it seems that the place that was originally blocked by stones has been vacated, no more, no less, just enough for a person to live in my heart."

"Are you enlightened?"

Qi Zhengnan chewed on this word, still not quite understanding why Yun Shi would unintentionally do something that he hadn't done in the past 20 years or so.

The conversation between the two suddenly fell into a delicate deadlock. For about half a minute, neither of them said even half a word.

On the contrary, Cycad, who had been tidying up the cooking table silently, suddenly started a new topic.

"Do you know what the name of my cafe means?"

Of course, this is not a problem for Song Yin, who has studied in the United States for many years.

"Nightingale is the nightingale, and Nightingale, the angel who carries the lamp." He further deduced, "Considering the sea of ​​roses behind the cafe, I guess the name should come from Oscar Wilde's fairy tale, Rose and Nightingale."

"Guess right." Cycad gave him a special drink as a reward, "Which Oscar Wilde's works do you like more?"

"Actually...it doesn't seem like I can say it." Song Yin's alcohol was a little bit high, and his thoughts began to be confused, "If you have to choose one that is more impressive, then "The Little Prince"...but I don't like that rose. , I like that little fox better."

"The Little Prince was not written by Wilde." Qi Zhengnan corrected him, "The Portrait of Dorian Gray is."

"There is also the selfish giant." Cycad added at the same time, "This is also my favorite fairy tale."

"The selfish giant?"

Song Yin turned his head to look at Su Tie, his eyes were slightly drunk: "Ugly giant monsters and noisy children... just thinking about it makes people headache. If I remember correctly, this is still a religious story, right? Think Don't you think it's ironic when you think about Wilde's own sexual orientation and what happened to him?"

"The text is alive, but the author is dead①. You can examine this fairy tale with your own eyes. Even the same text will have different meanings in the eyes of different people."

Su Tie's words obviously aroused Song Yin's curiosity: "So in your eyes, what does it look like?"

"In my eyes, this is a story about love."

After saying this briefly, Su Tie asked him again: "Do you think the giant in the story loves himself?"

What kind of problem is this?Song Yin nodded almost without thinking: "Love, it's all "The Selfish Giant". It must be the only one in the world, and I love myself so much!"

"Then you got it wrong."

Cycad shook his head with a smile, he was still wiping the glasses in his hand, and then placed the bright and clear glasses on the bar.

"A selfish person doesn't love himself too much, but doesn't love himself too much. The giant's heart lacks vitality, which makes people feel empty and disappointed like eternal winter. He seems to be full of monopoly on his own territory, but in reality In fact, it’s just trying to cover up and supplement your lack of love by caring for yourself—that’s just selfishness, not self-love.”

After speaking a lot of words, he added that the above remarks are not his own experience, but the theory of American psychologist Fromm.

"..." Song Yin didn't expect that he would listen to a coffee shop owner talking about philosophy in the middle of the night.

While he was still chewing on Fromm's theory about love, Cycad transferred to the back kitchen again, and no one discussed deeper issues with him.But the man next to him, who had been silent all this time, had already understood the implication of what he said.

"People who don't know how to love themselves can't fall in love with others, let alone get love from others."

Qi Zhengnan pressed the wine glass in his hand on the table and made a muffled sound.

Drunk people are always particularly sentimental, and Song Yin's mood suddenly dropped following the muffled sound.

"Why don't I love myself anymore." He asked back, "I should eat and drink. When did you see me unhappy and unhappy?"

"People can also enjoy pleasure in pain. In other words, it should be called anesthesia."

Qi Zhengnan turned his head to look at him, his usually calm eyes seemed to be stained with alcohol: "Maybe you haven't noticed, you never refuse other people's requests. Sometimes you even would rather put yourself in a disadvantageous and dangerous situation than Seeing other people's disappointed eyes...you always smile and look like you don't care about anything, but when you are really left behind, you will show a lonely look in your eyes. In my opinion, this is not because you are really happy, It's because you're afraid that when you don't smile, when you have something to say, everyone will leave you and you will be left alone. You are happy only because you are afraid, that's all."

He uttered a long sentence in one breath, and then "tsk" again, picked up the wine glass again, and drank the amber liquid inside.

Seeing Qi Zhengnan's rarely irritable appearance, Song Yin's heart calmed down instead.He lay down on the bar again, looking at Qi Zhengnan with only one eye, like a lazy long-haired cat.

"...According to what you mean, if I like someone else now, it means that I can love myself too? Oh, who is that person? How come he has been given a cure for more than 20 years of difficult and miscellaneous diseases all at once? Are you cured?"

"How do I know? Only you know the answer."

Qi Zhengnan poured himself another glass of wine, but for some reason, it tasted bitter.

Facts have proved that alcohol does affect a person's normal judgment. If Qi Zhengnan is fully awake at the moment, he will be able to read the tender love that is almost overflowing from Song Yin's warm eyes.

But he was not wrong - only Song Yin knew the answer to the question.And the first step of the so-called "healing" started from the day Song Yin entered purgatory.

I learned from Ergou that Qi Zhengnan was also in Purgatory; I saw his figure on the packaging box of the lover in Huangquan; I learned that he was alive and well in Purgatory through the Internet; I met him again in the copy of the sea monster; I fought in the executive club , and fighting side by side on the gambling boat, caring about each other in the super dungeon, needing each other...

Looking back on this short three-month period in purgatory, Song Yin suddenly discovered that in fact, every bit of harvest filled the hole left in his heart by the gunshot two years ago; , a huge loss that suddenly appeared in his life.

"Brother Nan, you are the antidote that cured me..."

This sentence only twitched in Song Yin's throat, and then disappeared without a trace like a flower petal in a vortex.

He suddenly felt a heavy drunkenness sweeping over the sky, almost no room for struggle, and he fell into a dizziness overflowing with the aroma of wine.

After 10 minutes, guessing that the time should be about the same, Su Tie left the back kitchen and returned to the bar with a few glasses in his arms.

By this time, his little café was empty.

In front of the bar, the used wine glasses and saucers were simply stacked together, and the tabletop also showed signs of being simply wiped, which showed a little gratitude from the drinkers before they left.

As for the bottle of vintage wine that was labeled "Twilight" and "Fehn" at the same time, it was still where it was originally placed.However, the rose in the glass vase at the side has quietly left with the two masters.

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Song Yin slowly woke up from the bumps.

He knew that he fell asleep just now with the help of alcohol, but he didn't seem to have slept for long - the best evidence was that at this moment, he was still in the embrace of the night.

It's not quite right... Song Yin recalled vaguely again, he was still in the Nightingale Cafe a moment ago, lying on the bar counter and looking at Qi Zhengnan beside him.

But now, he came outdoors, and Qi Zhengnan was right under him—more precisely, he was lying on Qi Zhengnan's back.

With him on his back, Qi Zhengnan walked on the quiet Qingyang Avenue.There are still rows of handicraft shops on both sides, the street lamps illuminate the Christmas garlands, and there is a faint scent of roses in the air.

Song Yin quickly found the source of the floral fragrance - that pink rose.Because Qi Zhengnan needed to free his hands to hug him, the flower was skillfully sandwiched between Song Yin's chest and Qi Zhengnan's back.At first glance, it seemed as if they had symbiotically emerged from them.

It's really fragrant... Chasing the refreshing fragrance, Song Yin took a deep breath slowly.

Perhaps feeling the relaxation of Song Yin's chest, Qi Zhengnan's footsteps obviously paused.But he didn't say a word, and still walked the road under his feet silently.

Song Yin, on the other hand, became restless again.

With his eyes half closed, he tightened his arms around Qi Zhengnan's neck little by little, and moved his body, rubbing against Qi Zhengnan's back, as if he was greedy for the more intense fragrance of roses.

Undoubtedly, Qi Zhengnan also felt his breath.

That warm breath, with the aroma of wine and rose petals, landed on Qi Zhengnan's neck.So soft, so ambiguous, like the sweetness and tenderness between lovers that cannot be expressed in words.

With only a little instinct left to continue to move forward, Qi Zhengnan almost devoted all his attention to feeling the tenderness resting on the carotid artery.

The sense of self-preservation formed by years of fighting warned him to avoid it, but the surging hormones kept reminding him, why not enjoy this wonderful moment.

Unknowingly, the man who didn't change his expression in the face of nightmare monsters fell into this sweet entanglement.She didn't realize that Song Yin rubbed the back of his neck twice with her right thumb, and rubbed away the shallow lipstick mark until it couldn't be seen at all.

The entire Qingyang Avenue is a non-transportation permitted area.So on the empty road at midnight, Qi Zhengnan walked slowly forward with Song Yin and the rose on his back.The distance that could have been covered in only 10 minutes was abruptly covered by him for 10 minutes.

After finally reaching the teleportation point, Song Yin lay on his shoulder again, without any movement.

"Hello, Xiaoyin."

Qi Zhengnan gently shook the person on his back, hoping that the person could at least open the passage to his safe house.

But Song Yin didn't react at all, and even the hands that were holding Qi Zhengnan's neck fell limply, as if he had completely entered a state of drunkenness.

Qi Zhengnan sighed softly, then reached out and opened the virtual door to another safe house.

This is also the first time Song Yin came to Qi Zhengnan's safe house after entering Purgatory.

In order to prevent Qi Zhengnan from turning his head back abruptly and dismantling the lie of pretending to be asleep, Song Yin tilted his head the whole time, leaning on Qi Zhengnan's back, only showing him the top of his head.

It was also because of this that he couldn't take a good look at the front panorama of the safe house - this feeling was like buying a ticket for a sightseeing train with great difficulty, only to find out that the seat was upside down after getting on the train.

But it doesn't matter, although his mind is not so clear now, it is enough to do some simple and basic reasoning.

After passing through the portal, the first thing he saw was a neatly manicured green lawn.

Plants in purgatory will neither grow nor wither unless they are disturbed by external forces.The tidy lawn is obviously out of Qi Zhengnan's needs.

Just like their home in the United States, although there were hardly any gatherings and activities on the lawn, Qi Zhengnan still insisted on pushing the lawn mower every once in a while, so that the upstairs and downstairs were filled with fresh and peculiar smell of grass .

After crossing the lawn, two plants between shrubs and small trees appeared in Song Yin's field of vision. The trees were full of cute pink flowers, which was not Qi Zhengnan's style at all.

Song Yin's heart skipped a beat, and he almost forgot that he was pretending to be asleep—he recognized these two plants named Sizhaohua, because they had the same plants in their yards in the United States.

Wait a minute... Song Yin suddenly understood a little bit.Qi Zhengnan's safe house is their home in the United States.

Sure enough, Qi Zhengnan carried him through the garden and up two steps to the porch.Pushing open the familiar door, the familiar sound of wooden floors came immediately under your feet.

Apart from the exceptionally perfect security system, the house arranged by the Qi family for them was not a mansion in the traditional sense, but more of an American-style living atmosphere.

After entering the door, there is a staircase leading to the second floor.The kitchen and dining room are on the left, and the living room and game room are on the right—although the view is limited, Song Yin has a holographic three-dimensional map in his heart, and no matter how many years pass, he will not forget it.

As he expected, Qi Zhengnan carried him directly to the second floor.

But at this time, Song Yin began to feel uneasy.

If this safe house faithfully restored the layout of each room, then at this moment, Qi Zhengnan might take him to his own room.

Although Song Yin really misses that room filled with memories bit by bit, what he wants to go more at the moment is the territory that belongs to Qi Zhengnan.

He even secretly set two different options for himself——

If you are sent to your own room, you can sleep peacefully until dawn.

But if he was sent to Qi Zhengnan's room, I'm sorry, he must be turned upside down tonight.

As for what "turning the world upside down" actually means, then it will be carefully planned at that time.

The corridor on the second floor was not too long, and the answer was soon revealed—judging from the number of steps Qi Zhengnan walked and the surrounding environment, he simply carried Song Yin into the bedroom that did not belong to Song Yin.

Upside down!

Song Yin could almost hear the clear and powerful four characters resounding deep in his heart.

Although it is true that he has made two choices for himself, deep down in his heart, he is almost 100% convinced that he is as boring as Qi Zhengnan and will not do anything out of the ordinary.

But right now, the impossible happened, which was far beyond Song Yin's expectation.

After a few more seconds, Song Yin felt that she was slowly put down, and her back quickly touched the soft bed.

He didn't dare to open his eyes to confirm the surrounding situation, so he could only continue to pretend to be someone who couldn't wake up.

Not far from his ear, Qi Zhengnan gasped, followed by a bottle of what looked like mineral water being unscrewed, and there was the sound of swallowing liquid.

Song Yin suddenly became a little thirsty, he quietly swallowed a mouthful of his saliva, and moved his lips twice.

The sound of drinking water stopped.Qi Zhengnan's footsteps approached the bed again.The edge of the bed was slightly sagged, he should have been sitting on the edge of the bed.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yin felt a big hand caressing the top of his head, sliding along the smooth and soft hair to the back of his head, and gently supporting his head.Then, a hard object hit his lips.

Qi Zhengnan is feeding him water?

But who knows whether people will drink water when they are "asleep", and how they drink water? !

Song Yin is still thinking about the correct acting skills, while Qi Zhengnan's water is already overwhelming.

He only felt a refreshing coldness on his lips, and before he had time, the drops of water slid down the corner of his mouth, and slipped into the collar against his neck.

Fortunately, Qi Zhengnan had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly took away the water bottle, so as not to cause a greater disaster.

Footsteps sounded again, followed by the rustling of paper towels being pulled out.Qi Zhengnan came back quickly, gently untied Song Yin's neckline, and wiped away the remaining water stains on his neck and collarbone.

Tsk...Compared with this, Song Yin actually wanted him to help wipe off the ice cream stain on his right arm, it was so sticky and uncomfortable.

If you don't think about it, Song Yin feels more and more unbearable when he thinks about this.

Basically, he is a very clean person. It seems that he has never tried to sleep in bed without taking a shower or changing clothes in his life.

Even though it wasn't his own bed.

And just as Song Yin was furtively furious, the edge of the bed sank again.Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt something covering his body.

He still didn't dare to open his eyes to look, but he could feel that the edge of the pillow was also depressed in the next second, causing his head to lean back and lean to one side.

The current posture is actually a bit uncomfortable - Song Yin is hesitating whether to find a chance to pretend to be sober and save himself.But at this moment, his chin was pinched by a cold hand, and he gently pushed himself to the standard upward position.

This is what to do again - before he had time to spread the wings of his imagination, the answer came up by himself.

Supple, warm, moist lips.

are you crazy?Qi Zhengnan actually used his mouth to give him water to drink? !

Now he began to wonder if the person lying on top of him was Qi Zhengnan.

According to his understanding of Qi Zhengnan, Qi Zhengnan should sneer at water feeding, which is unhygienic, inefficient, and easy to misunderstand. He will definitely not continue to drink the mineral water after a sip.

But the current situation is different, he and Qi Zhengnan... At least Qi Zhengnan's vest has just reached a "lover relationship".It's only natural for lovers to do some greasy and crooked things.

The mineral water that came over was a bit sweet and cool, and Song Yin moved his throat to swallow it all.But instead of alleviating the thirst just now, it seems to have become more serious.

Song Yin felt that the problem was Qi Zhengnan's body—after he finished all the liquid, he didn't seem to have any plans to "retreat". Enter Song Yin's mouth.

Song Yin's not sober mind suddenly became contradictory - on the one hand, he felt that he might be drunk by Qi Zhengnan again; on the other hand, like all alcoholics, he was eager to move, eager to get more Luscious reward.

In this distressing little conflict, he stuck out the tip of his tongue following the smell of wine.Soon he touched a soft organ that was also warm and moist, but did not belong to him.

The other party obviously hesitated for a moment, but did not retreat.On the contrary, it wrapped around his lips and tongue more enthusiastically, and then the whole person almost pressed up.

It doesn't matter... Now that things have happened, Song Yin's mood has been completely relaxed.Anyway, sooner or later it will happen.Now, with the help of Jiu Jin, they can do it in one step, and they don't have to look at each other in embarrassment when it's over.

And when I wake up the next day, maybe I can have a good time playing the bloody game of "I treat you as a brother, but you use the strength of alcohol to sleep with me, I will go to your vest and cry".

Thinking of this, Song Yin couldn't help but feel funny, the corners of his mouth twitched, like a big cat having a sweet dream.

Then "turn the world upside down".

The author has something to say: ①The text is alive, but the author is dead—Roland Barthes.In fact, I don't agree with this point of view, at least I am a dead but not stiff old zombie.Help me up, I can still be dry!