Jiang Run had a dream. In the autumn of his first year at university, he returned home after being away for so long for the first time, and sat by the river watching his mother turn water chestnuts in the river with a wooden basin.The aroma of the river water, the crisp taste of water chestnut, the still slightly hot golden autumn, and the golden wheat in the field.Such a combination seems to be within reach, within reach.

He is very tired, he really wants to drop everything and go back to the countryside, to be an ordinary young man with no ambitions, maybe work, maybe farm, just live in such an ordinary way, accompany his frail and sick mother, and walk with the dreaming hometown long years.

But he couldn't let it go.

His father who committed a crime, his mother who hoped that his son would become a dragon, his struggles and dreams once wet his eyes.

Crying and crying, Jiang Run woke up. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a very white and large ceiling. In the middle, there was a luxurious crystal chandelier that symbolized money and wealth.

This was not a place he was familiar with. He rubbed his temples enduring the severe pain and rubbed his eyes, only to find a man sitting at the end of the bed.

A black leather jacket, a solid fit, and broad shoulders. The man is arched and wearing socks.

When Jiang Run recognized the leather jacket, he thought maybe he was going to be finished.

Jiang Run sat up and found that he was not wearing a shirt, but his underwear and trousers were still there.On the right side are traces of lying down, and the sheets and pillows have crumpled marks.

Could it be that he really did something ridiculous with Pei Zeyang...

No way, no way.

"Are you awake? When you wake up, wash up and get ready for work. It's 08:30."

Pei Zeyang stood up with dark circles under his eyes, picked up the mobile phone on the bed and walked out, regardless of Jiang Run's state at the moment.

The attitude is not too bad, and the expression is natural.

"Bang—" The door was closed.

Jiang Run started to go crazy in the next second, what happened yesterday...

Why would he be in the same room with Pei Zeyang? It's so scary...

No memory at all, no memory of being in the nightclub.

Wiping his face, Jiang Run was a little surprised to find that the tears on his face hadn't been wiped dry. What is this?

He also forgot the dream.

Pei Zeyang went downstairs to get some clothes, and when he came up, he found that Jiang Run was still sitting on the bed with his hair rising to the sky, with a bewildered expression on his face.

"What are you looking at, get up and wash up, want to be late for work?" Pei Zeyang shouted.

Jiang Run slowly got up, thinking, when will Pei Zeyang pay attention to the time of work...

In short, someone urged him to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then he was dragged into the living room to try on clothes. I don't know where Pei Zeyang got a new suit. The tailoring design is very valuable at first glance.

"Where are my clothes?"

"In the washing machine."

"why?"

"You don't know how many bottles of wine you drank? I vomit so much that I don't even want to look at it."

Pei Zeyang threw the new clothes on him with a look of disgust.

If you are so disgusted, will you take him back to your apartment...

A huge photo hung above the bed. In the photo, Pei Zeyang was in his golden age in his early twenties, with a half-naked upper body and muscular muscles.Anyone with a discerning eye can tell how narcissistic the owner of this house is.

Jiang Run raised his arms, shrugged his nose, and didn't smell any bad smell from himself.

"This time it's even, you've helped me a lot."

Even... Can this be evened?

Pei Zeyang sat on the sofa in the living room, and watched Jiang Run change his clothes with his chest in his arms.

Jiang Run took off the buttons and put them on one by one, shirt, coat, tie, how do they fit so well?He is thin, and clothes have always been difficult to buy.

"Don't you want to change your pants? They don't match!"

Pei Zeyang pointed to Jiang Run's wrinkled suit pants and said.

"..."

Jiang Run took a look at his own virtue and couldn't refuse, so he took his trousers and went to the bathroom.

There is nothing to be shy about the two men, but he just feels uncomfortable if he changes his pants in front of Pei Zeyang.

After changing clothes and coming out, Pei Zeyang turned his head away in satisfaction and smiled slightly outside the window.

"That... when will you leave?"

"Go? Where are you going?"

"go to work."

"What work do you have on Saturday today!" Pei Zeyang patted his thigh and stood up, "Pack up your things and I'll take you home."

"..."

Something is wrong.All the cells in Jiang Run's body were clamoring that something was wrong, something must have happened yesterday, otherwise Pei Zeyang would have changed so much overnight?Buy him clothes and send him home?

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go! Are you deaf?"

That's right... This is the normal Pei Zeyang...

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The two were sitting in the car, this time it was Pei Zeyang who was driving, and the man made an excuse that Jiang Run might not be sober yet.

Jiang Run had never been Pei Zeyang's passenger.

Pei Zeyang's driving style is typical, simple and rude, with sudden brakes and turns. If he didn't know his character in advance, Jiang Run might really think that he wanted to kill him.

"What are you afraid of?" Pei Zeyang smiled contemptuously, and he noticed that Jiang Run was holding the top handle.

Jiang Run just thought about it but didn't say anything. If he drives the car like this, is he not allowed to find a guarantee for himself?

Pei Zeyang knew that he would not come back, and he didn't want him to.It was past nine o'clock, and the sun was high, so he picked out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.In one go, he is a person who has been used to being handsome since he was a child.

His nose bridge is extremely high, and wearing glasses does not hinder the visual effect of his side face at all.Jiang Run touched his black-rimmed glasses subconsciously. Sure enough, there is no comparison between ordinary people and the proud of heaven.

"Where are you talking about your home? Where do you want me to drive!"

Out of nowhere, Pei Zeyang yelled, Jiang Run looked out the window, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Turn left ahead..."

"..."

Pei Zeyang drove all the way along the route pointed by Jiang Run, getting farther and farther away from the busy city, and the crowds gradually became sparser, and even driving, only Pei Zeyang's cool red Mercedes was left on the road during the big weekend.

"Jiang Run," Pei Zeyang leaned on the car window with one hand, "Do you want me to say that you are extraordinary or mentally ill? What the hell are you living in after you sold the house your father left you? Do you want me to go there? Where does it open? You... what time do you get up for work every day?"

"Seven o'clock." He answered crisply.

The corner of Pei Zeyang's mouth twitched, Jiang Run was absolutely amazing.For him, go to work at nine o'clock and get up at nine o'clock.

"Turn right ahead, it's not far away."

Well, it's not far away.Pei Zeyang stretched his head to the front to look around, and there was indeed an old residential area around the corner.

Too old to dregs.

"Just put me downstairs." Jiang Run added.

"Who will send you up there!"

Pei Zeyang gave a "cut" and said to send it downstairs, so he sent it downstairs.

The sound of violent brakes pierced the silence of the old residential building.

But this building is too "age-like", the walls are peeling off, there are no anti-theft windows, and the corridors are dark, and there are no lights at a glance.As for the house, there will be no mice crawling, right?Pei Zeyang didn't dare to think about it.

"Hey! Come back!"

When Jiang Run was about to get out of the car, Pei Zeyang grabbed Jiang Run by the back collar of his suit and pulled Jiang Run in again.Jiang Run leaned back and almost fell on Pei Zeyang's lap.

He straightened his clothes and got up: "Why?"

Pei Zeyang locked the car door and prepared to teach Jiang Run well.

This idea has been born for a long time.

"Smoking one." He took out two cigarettes from his pocket and handed them over.

Jiang Run waved his hand: "No smoking."

"The leader offered you cigarettes and you still didn't accept them?!" Pei Zeyang became fierce again.When the leader became fierce, Jiang Run didn't dare to speak out.

He silently accepted one, imitating the old smoker, and pinched it behind his ear, but it didn't work, so he pinched it a second time.

Pei Zeyang looked at it and thought it was quite funny.He took out the lighter and tilted his head to light a cigarette for himself.

He wasn't a heavy smoker at first, so he couldn't stop talking when he had something on his mind.

"Why?" Jiang Run asked again.

Pei Zeyang exhaled smoke out of the window, turned around and said, "The year-end bonus is about to be given out, just this week."

"Ok, I know."

"I took a look for you, 15. How do you plan to spend it?"

Jiang Run was taken aback for a moment, this figure was simply sky-high for him.The ten-month performance commission is far more than what he expected for a year.

"To my mother." He said firmly.

"Silly boy."

Looking at his thin sideways, Pei Zeyang suddenly felt a little distressed.Jiang Run is a very different existence to him, he made him realize another world.

"Look at your appearance. If you earn money, you should support yourself first. Don't live in this crappy house and rent a good one. You don't need to pay back your father's debt. My father also said that you don't need to spit out the money. Come out, just treat his hard work in Yuan Teng for so many years..."

"Okay," Jiang Run said suddenly indifferently, "I have my own affairs, and I have my own arrangements."

He was always sensitive when it came to his father.

That man who abandoned his wife and son early to indulge in gambling committed such a big crime before leaving!Swallowing 1000 million from the government and using it to gamble, how can it be considered hard work?

Yuan Teng pitied Jiang Run's mother and son, and didn't ask them to spit out the money. This is Yuan Teng's tolerance; but if he takes it for granted, then he is too thick-skinned, and Jiang Run can't enjoy Yuan Teng's preferential treatment with peace of mind. .

"Listen, I'm not interfering with you."

Pei Zeyang pinched the cigarette butt and accidentally burned his finger. He touched it but didn't feel much pain.

"I didn't say you interfered with me. I just hope that everyone will stop talking about it. I will do what I should do silently."

"Jiang Run, you are too young."

"You're old, but if you were me, wouldn't you make the same decision as me?"

Jiang Run stared at Pei Zeyang for the first time, but Pei Zeyang had known for a long time that when the little tiger showed his power, his wide eyes were so beautiful.

"Okay, I can't tell you."

Pei Zeyang nodded, ready to take out a cigarette.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Jiang Run quickly took out the lighter and handed the cigarette behind his ear to Pei Zeyang's mouth: "Smoke this one."

Pei Zeyang paused but did not refuse, Jiang Run lit the fire for him.

With the windows open, the car still smelled of smoke. Pei Zeyang planned to talk about it at first, but he didn't expect Jiang Run to be so decisive, so he couldn't talk about the chicken soup.

"My mother will decide for me what to do with the money."

Jiang Run said blankly, with some silly joy in his tone.

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