Why are the stars indifferent

Zhan Le stared at the melon seed shell that was about to fall off the edge of the coffee table, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were empty for a moment and then gathered together: "How long will it be?"

"It's the traffic light at the intersection," Cheng Zai said, "There are ten seconds left before the red light..."

"Then I'll wait for you at the gate of the community." Zhan Le stood up, hung up the phone, walked quickly to the kitchen to get a rag, and turned around to get a broom after a while, with a speed and posture that had never been seen before. After tidying up the living room, he picked up the trash bag and rushed out the door. He strode downstairs and threw the trash into the trash can downstairs.

When he walked out of the community, Zhan Le gasped inexplicably, probably because of the cold wind, he felt that every inch of his skin was tense.

There were fewer cars on the road on the first day of the new year than usual. Zhan Le saw Cheng Zai's car, drove over slowly, parked in the parking space on the side of the road, then opened the door, and Cheng Zai got out of the car.

Cheng Zai was wearing a brown coat today. He is very handsome, but he is not very cold-resistant. Zhan Le saw that he was stunned by the cold wind as soon as he opened the door. , turned to find Zhan Le there.

"Cheng Zai!" Zhan Le yelled before realizing that the last word was a bit broken, and he yelled again as he ran towards Cheng Zai, "Why are you here?"

"I just went to do some errands." Cheng Zai stood where he was, and waited for Zhan Le to run over and stand in front of him, then reached out and flicked his forehead, "By the way, I got you some New Year's gifts."

Zhan Le was a little dazed by his playing, probably because he had never met anyone in his life and greeted him without thinking. When he was thinking about whether he should slap Cheng Zai on the back, Cheng Zai had already walked around to the trunk side went.

"New Year's gift?" Zhan Le couldn't help but twitched his mouth.

"Are you happy?" Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"Happy." Zhan Le nodded.

"You're too happy," Cheng Zai said, and smiled himself, opened the lid of the trunk, pointed to a pile of messy toys inside and said, "Choose, take what you like."

"What?" Zhan Le walked over and took a look. There were toys in the trunk, stacked neatly. The few at the very edge had fallen down. Parts and such were falling everywhere, and they were not new toys. A few had obvious scratches. "Where did you rob? Kindergarten?"

"...the orphanage," Cheng Zai finished speaking, picked up a starfish doll from inside and stuffed it for Zhan Le, "I think this is quite suitable for you."

"Ah." Zhan Le was stunned holding the starfish.

"I grew up in an orphanage, and every year I go back to donate money and give some new year's goods," Cheng Zai continued to search for something in the toy pile, "the children there will give me toys, thank me."

Zhan Le pinched the starfish and said nothing.

"I said no, they said I would give it to my children." Cheng Zai finally found something in the pile of toys, bent down to take it out, and glanced at Zhanle's expression, "My son .”

"Huh?" Zhan Le didn't respond.

"I'll play with you." Cheng Zai put something in Zhan Le's hand as well.

It was SpongeBob SquarePants, one of the shoes was missing, and a pink heart was drawn on the sock of his left leg.

"No," Zhan Le finally understood the starfish in his hand, "Is this Pai Daxing?"

"Yeah, the eyes and trousers are off," Cheng Zai nodded, and said solemnly, "You have to take good care of him."

Zhan Le was a little dumbfounded, but no matter what, Cheng Zai's level of awesomeness in his heart suddenly rose to a higher level.

He actually grew up in an orphanage. He is a doctor. Although he bought a small house, he is really strong at his age, let alone donating money every year.

"Is there anything else you want?" Cheng Zai said, "Take some, I will pile it in the cabinet when I take it back."

Zhan Le could only take another palm-sized bear and rabbit doll, Cheng Zai closed the trunk, locked the car and walked upstairs with Zhan Le.

"Is that what you mean when you say you carry a lot?" Zhan Le squeezed the rabbit's ears, "Can't carry it?"

"No," Cheng Zai smiled, and didn't look at Zhan Le. He looked ahead, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly. "I just enjoy the feeling that someone came downstairs to pick me up."

Zhan Le turned to look at him, but said nothing.

After the two entered the room together, Zhan Le put SpongeBob SquarePants on one side of the sofa, Pai Daxing on the other side, and the rabbit and bear on the top of the bookshelf respectively.

"Have you eaten?" Zhan Le asked after putting the doll away.

"Not yet," Cheng Zaigang took off his coat and hung it on the shelf following Zhan Le's example, "Let's cook some dumplings."

"...Let me get you two vegetables." Zhan Le frowned, "I bought vegetables."

"Dumplings are fine." Sitting on the sofa, Cheng Zai took a glass to pour himself a glass of water, "I won't squeeze you when it's Chinese New Year."

"No," Zhan Le looked at Cheng Zai, "Cook, I suddenly want to cook."

Cheng Zai leaned back on the sofa, as if he relaxed, and squinted at Zhan Le: "Okay, do you want me to help?"

"No need." Zhan Le said.

Cheng Zai stopped talking, leaned on the sofa and turned on the TV. The TV was still the same channel that Zhan Le watched yesterday. It was not interesting, but after the sound of the TV came out, the house finally felt a little lively.

Zhan Le's food was prepared very quickly, and the craftsmanship was as good as ever. The two of them didn't talk much when eating. Cheng Zai didn't eat much after he was hungry, but Zhan Le finished all the soup and drank all the soup.

After eating, Cheng went to wash the dishes, and Zhan Le cleared the dining table. Hearing the sound of running water and the clinking of dishes from the kitchen, he felt a sudden sense of relief.

He hasn't seen someone who makes him feel better on New Year's Day for about a few years.

I didn't have a decent year in Zhan's family before. The family went to a restaurant for a meal and came back. I didn't bring Zhan Le with me when I left relatives. After all, he was an illegitimate child, and many people didn't know him at all. The relationship with Zhan Zhongci.

An illegitimate child, I can't take it out.

Zhan Le took a deep breath, went to the coffee table, picked up the remote control, and turned up the volume of the TV.

When Cheng Zai came out after washing the dishes, Zhan Le was straightening up SpongeBob SquarePants and Pai Daxing on both sides of the sofa. Cheng Zai clicked his tongue and walked over to sit on the side of the sofa: "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"To see my mother tomorrow," Zhan Le responded quickly, and heaved a sigh of relief after finally moving Pai Daxing's butt, "Maybe I'll be back in the afternoon, why?"

"It's nothing, just ask." Cheng Zai leaned back on the sofa, "If you are still alone, I will come to your house for a while."

"Hmm." Zhan Le was relieved when he got down, and suddenly looked up at Cheng Zai, "Huh?"

"Ji Changyun's family will have relatives who will come to pay New Year's greetings, you know that?" Cheng Zai looked at him, "Those super distant relatives, it's embarrassing for me to stay there."

"Then I...will call you when I come back in the afternoon?" Zhan Le also sat on the sofa, and the two of them sat on each side, half a body apart.

"I have to go back to eat in the afternoon." Cheng Zai sighed.

"Why are you so forced." Zhan Le also sighed.

"The day after tomorrow," Cheng Zai smiled, "I'll come to your house after breakfast."

Zhan Le looked at the arc of Cheng's mouth, and was stunned for a while before remembering to answer, nodded, and said after another ten seconds: "Okay."

Cheng Zai laughed again, he didn't know what he was laughing at, his eyes narrowed and the smile on his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

Zhan Le looked down at his hands and didn't speak. After a while, he stood up and poured a glass of water. When he sat back, he was a little closer to Cheng Zai, and there was only one person left between their legs. fist distance.

Probably crazy.

Zhan Lefan stared at his hand.

He slowly relaxed his hand, and gently rubbed his elbow against Cheng Zai's, his heart rose to his throat at that moment.

Cheng Zai didn't know if he didn't notice, and kept staring at the TV until a program on the TV was over, and he said, "You haven't told me Happy New Year yet."

"Ah," Zhan Le didn't turn to look at him, "Happy New Year."

"What else?" Cheng Zai said.

"I have to give it..." Zhan Le's voice suddenly stopped, Cheng Zai was moved by the one next to him, and his elbow came over, Zhan Le forgot to hide, and there was still a voice in his head shouting: You fucking let it go!

"Do I have to give you a red envelope?" Zhan Le finished speaking.

"Look, what time did I text you Happy New Year?" Cheng Zai took out his phone and pointed to the time when the message was sent. "When do you plan to reply to me?"

"Hey!" Zhan Le shouted, took out the phone and tapped the screen with his fingertips very hard, Cheng Zai felt the phone vibrate in his hand, and the next second Zhan Le put the phone in front of his face, although the voice Unashamed but very big, "Did you see it! I'm back! Happy New Year!"

"Fuck," Cheng Zai couldn't stop laughing, "I saw it."