Why are the stars indifferent

Zhan Le's thoughts rewinded a long string like a revolving lantern, and he jumped back again when he was stimulated by the cold wind. He looked at Zhan Shixia in some confusion, paused for a while, and said, "Are you sure?"

"I just heard about it, probably... last week," Zhan Shixia said, "I don't dare to tell you if I'm not sure, but now I'm leaving here, I can't keep you ignorant of this... ..."

"Is it here?" Zhan Le put his hands in his pockets, squinting his eyes at her, "Si... Siyi, in this city?"

"I don't know." Zhan Shixia's voice was much lower, "They just said they found it, but Zhan Jinci never asked anyone to verify it..."

"So I don't know anything, and I'm not sure about anything," Zhan Le took a deep breath, "Really?"

"Yes," Zhan Shixia didn't hesitate, "but I have to let you know."

"I see," Zhan Le stretched out his hand and slapped his face hard, "Thank you. What time do you get the tickets at night?"

"07:30," Zhan Shixia said, "I can go by myself."

"Are you back?" Zhan Le asked her.

"I'm not coming back," Zhan Shixia responded even faster than before, "I..."

"Well," Zhan Le interrupted her, took off her scarf and wrapped it around Zhan Shixia's neck, and patted her on the shoulder, "Take care."

Zhan Shixia paused for a while, then broke into a smile: "Well, thank you brother."

Cheng Zai is outpatient again today, and he is handing over work at the moment and getting ready to leave work.

It's been cold recently, and during the flu outbreak, there were too many children who suddenly had a fever. They didn't take the opportunity to eat at noon. After eating two buns, they didn't even have an appetite at the moment, just tired.

When I drove to the gate of the community, I originally planned to pack a porridge to go back to eat, but the porridge shop was also closed. Cheng Zai sighed, bought a box of milk by himself and planned to go back and cook it. After saying hello to the gatekeeper of the community, he went upstairs. When I got out of the elevator, I saw someone squatting in front of my house.

"Zhan Le?" Cheng Zai was stunned for a while before walking over.

"Ah," Zhan Le raised his head and glanced at Cheng Zai. After standing up, his expression suddenly became awkward, "You're off work."

"Well, why are you here?" Cheng Zai took out his phone and looked at it, "You didn't even call me."

"I'm just... passing by," Zhan Le jumped on the spot, "Come up to see if you're there."

Then what are you doing squatting here.

Without saying this, Cheng Zai took out the key and opened the door: "How long have you been here?"

"It didn't take long," Zhan Le jumped again, "I didn't come here until after dinner."

Cheng Zai glanced at him sideways: "What are you doing all the time?"

"...the legs are a little numb." Zhan Le bent down and patted his legs.

Cheng Zai sighed, opened the door and walked into the room.

Zhan Le felt that he was alive when the warm air hit his face, and for some reason, he took several breaths hastily.

Cheng Zai ignored him, took off his coat and went into the inner room, probably to change clothes, Zhan Le was standing in the living room, waited for him to recover a bit, then walked over and piled Cheng on the sofa one by one A lot of things were put away one by one, and those who didn't know how to put them were put on the coffee table, arranged according to size.

Cheng Zai changed his clothes and came out, sat on the sofa on the other side and watched Zhan Le put those things away one by one, and then put them on the other side in a random order, as if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Zhanle," Cheng Zai took the snacks that Bao Zhanle put on the coffee table and tore them open, "What's wrong?"

"Huh? It's nothing," Zhan Le touched his chin, "I just don't want to be alone."

Cheng Zai glanced at him and said nothing.

"I went to find Lin Xiangxiao, but he was not at home, nor was Chang Ze, so I don't know where Qu Ran's house is." Zhan Le put the last box of candies on the tea table, "I can only come to you. "

"What if I work the night shift?" Cheng Zai asked him.

"I don't know," Zhan Le sat on the edge of the sofa, laying down on the coffee table, "You are also a man on night shift."

Cheng Zai stretched out his arms and bounced Zhan Le's head.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it," Cheng Zai ate the bag of snacks in his hand, "Can I eat takeaway?"

"Okay." Zhan Le touched the place where he was hit.

Cheng Zai put down the snacks in his hand again, took out his phone and ordered takeaway, thought for a while and asked him, "Do you drink?"

"Are you not going to work tomorrow?" Zhan Le was still lying on the coffee table, with his head resting on his arms and looking at Cheng Zai.

"Come on," Cheng Zai said, "I can watch you drink."

"Drink two bottles with me, Dr. Cheng," Zhan Le tapped lightly on the glass of the coffee table, "Come on, drink."

Cheng Zai sighed.

I ordered barbecue for takeaway and bought half a dozen beers.

Zhan Le was still sitting at the coffee table and had no intention of moving, so Cheng Zai could only take away everything on the coffee table, put the food and beer here, and passed a cushion to Zhan Le: "It's cold on the floor. "

"Oh." Zhan Le took the mat, and lay down on his stomach after it was done.

The two fell into a rare silence after getting to know each other. Zhan Le gnawed on the meat quietly. Cheng Zai didn't know what to say, so he simply touched the remote control and turned on the TV, and put it on a random channel to make some noise. Come to make this sudden barbecue less embarrassing.

The voice of the hostess of the TV station is very pleasant, and she clearly broadcasts which leader visited which place. After a while, the topic changed again. The human trafficking case in a certain area was solved, and hundreds of abducted children were found home. , the criminal is now...

Zhan Le suddenly grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV, then picked up a can of beer and downed it.

Cheng Zai didn't turn on the TV again, he took the cold barbecue to warm up, and when it came out, Zhan Le had already drank three bottles.

"Don't drink like that," Cheng Zai sat next to Zhan Le, reached out and pressed his head, "I'll throw you out if you vomit."

Zhan Le put down the wine bottle and glanced at Cheng Zai, pursed his lips twice before pulling out a smile: "Then I'll freeze to death in front of your house."

"Then I'll drag you in and dismember your body." Cheng Zai said without changing his face.

"Then I'll come to your bedside and sing Smurfs every day." Zhan Le answered quickly.

"Come on," Cheng Zai held down his hand that was about to take another drink, "sing one."

"It's really singing," Zhan Le laughed again. The light in the living room was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. Everything that caught his eyes was dull and blurry. He tried to open his eyes and looked at Cheng Zai. It's not dead."

"Try it first, what if you get out of tune?" Cheng Zai pushed the bottle of wine away, "Do you want me to tune you?"

"Hey." Zhan Le sighed and did not speak.

Cheng Zai cleared his throat and sang: "There are a group of Smurfs on the other side of the mountain..."

Zhan Le laughed for a while, scolded someone crazy, and then sang along with Cheng Zai.

Zhan Le was not out of tune, but Cheng Zai was a little out of tune. He couldn't even remember the words at the end of the song. He followed a few words vaguely, then sighed in frustration, and took a skewer of mutton and started to eat.

After eating, Zhan Le didn't utter a word, but he was dizzy from drinking, in a bad mood and in a hurry, he leaned his head back on the sofa, stared at the ceiling for a while, then rushed to clean up After finishing the coffee table, Cheng Zai came out after washing his hands and said, "Cheng Zai! Your ceiling is spinning!"

"There's an earthquake," Cheng Zai said without changing his face, "Run!"

Zhan Le didn't move. After a few seconds, he stood up suddenly and was about to rush out. Cheng Zai hurriedly stopped him, put his arms around his waist and dragged him back hard to stop Zhan Le from rushing out.

Zhan Le stared at Cheng Zai for a while before realizing: "Damn! You lied to me!"

"Yeah," Cheng Zai pushed Zhan Le back on the sofa, "Isn't this discovery so amazing that I can actually deceive people?"

Zhan Le muttered something again, but Cheng Zai didn't catch it.

But if he is still in this state tomorrow, Cheng Zai really intends to ask carefully, but seeing Zhan Le's reaction when he turned off the TV and heard the news just now... Maybe it has something to do with his sister?

Cheng Zai thought of the resident singer in the bar again, he didn't go to the bar to wander around very often, the chance of running into the resident singer was very small.

Drag Ji Changyun to pay attention to it a few times, but Ji Changyun asked the staff, the resident singer is called Xie Lin, and he sings in several bars, and the resident singer in that area formed a band with her, but she prefers Writing songs at home or singing on the street, and occasionally going to bars, the time is uncertain.

No more news will be heard.

Zhan Le took it for granted this time, and Cheng Zai was unlikely to let him go back after drinking like this. He found him a change of clothes and pushed him into the bathroom. He didn't go until Zhan Le went to the guest room to lie down. Take a shower and put on earplugs.

The fact that there are more people in the family pops up in his head from time to time, and he stays for a while. Cheng is lying on the bed with a backache, but he still doesn’t feel sleepy. He sits up and plans to boil the milk he bought in the afternoon. There were some very small sounds.

Cheng Zai's first reaction was to touch the knife beside the bed, but his second reaction was to realize the source of the sound, which was coming from the guest room.The rustling sound was very small, but Cheng Zai's house was not well soundproofed, so he could hear it clearly.

He sighed again, put on his shoes and got out of bed, walked to the door of the guest room and listened carefully before confirming.

Zhan Le was talking, maybe he was on the phone, but he never stopped talking, it didn't look like he was on the phone.

Is this drunk sitting up in the middle of the night chatting with myself?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Cheng knocked on the door of the guest bedroom, pushed the door open and walked in.

There was no light in the room. Zhan Le stood barefoot by the window. The window was opened, and the whole room was terribly cold. He looked up at the sky, and turned back after a while, looking at Cheng Zai, his voice was indistinct : "Cheng Zai, today is cloudy."

After a pause, he continued: "There are no stars."