Come stop me! ! !

It was already noon when Zhang Yang got up, stretched out his limbs for a more comfortable stretch, then got up quickly and rolled out of bed.

He looked at his body, which was only wearing a vest and underwear, feeling a little chilly. When he looked around, he found the clothes and pants that had been left on the floor behind the bed, and casually put them on.

Ye Pingliang was not at home, Zhang Yang didn't know where he went, he just lamented that the guy who should have gone to bed later than him last night could wake up earlier than him.

He yawned sleepily, and before he had time to say goodbye, he wrote a line of words on the paper with the pen on the bedside cabinet, picked up the parts he picked up in the bag, and left first.

……

Ye Pingliang basically didn't sleep all night. It was already awkward for two big men to squeeze into a narrow single bed, not to mention the man next to him was sloppy, and his face was wiped with saliva.

This made Ye Pingliang unbearable, so he found a few changes of clothes and went to the public bathroom in the corridor, and took another shower.

When returning to the house, no matter what, he never dared to share the same bed with the other party.

Guessing that he couldn't sleep anymore, Ye Pingliang straightened up his clothes, went to the street to eat breakfast, stopped by the library to read a book, and didn't start home until he estimated that Zhang Yang would wake up.

On the way home, Ye Pingliang got mad and bought two lunches, making Uncle in the restaurant think that the young man got rich recently.

In fact, Ye Pingliang's life is very tight. He lives in a single-room rental house, and the kitchen, toilet and bathroom are shared with the tenants on the entire floor.

Working part-time on weekends, coupled with school scholarships and subsidies, can barely make ends meet, supporting him to pursue graduate studies.

At this time, Ye Pingliang only wanted to work in the Ministry of Science and Technology with his mentor after graduation, and live an ordinary life.

……

The old iron gate made sharp and piercing noises. With a loud bang, Ye Pingliang closed the gate. When he went upstairs, he happened to meet the neighbor who was downstairs. The neighbor looked at him strangely and then left in a hurry. .

Ye Pingliang was puzzled, but he didn't care too much. After entering the room, he found that Zhang Yang had already left.

Neither of them knew that there was only a ten-minute difference between each other.

Ye Pingliang breathed a sigh of relief when the 'big cockroach' left, but was inexplicably disappointed, saying that it was ridiculous for him to meddle in his own business and buy two meals.

After eating some lunch, he suddenly lost his appetite. He thought it might be because he hadn't slept all night, and he felt a little tight in the chest and short of breath, so he hurried to bed to catch up on sleep.

……

When Ye Pingliang woke up, it was already dark. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already halfway through the night, and then there was another faint sound coming from the balcony.

His heart tightened, and he held his breath to listen quietly, the noise seemed familiar.

He was a little excited, lifted the quilt, and ran to the balcony before he had time to put on his coat.

Sure enough, it was this 'cockroach' again...

The second time he saw Zhang Yang, Ye Pingliang wasn't sure if he was looking forward to it, but he just wanted to sneer at the thief who came to steal the garbage.

"Do you like to come out to steal things in the middle of the night so much?"

"Don't come to steal in the middle of the night, could it be that you come to steal during the day?" Zhang Yang turned his head, and then smiled happily at Ye Pingliang's gloomy face.

"Thank you last night." He said as he stuffed the discarded aluminum cans, iron plates, old wires and sockets into the bag.

"Hmph! I've never seen such a shameless thief like you, stealing things with confidence?"

"Uncle, can we not say the word thief? You see, we are quite familiar with each other, and we share similar tastes. Why don't you accept me as a student, and I will study with you in the future..."

As he said, he hugged Ye Pingliang's shoulder with the intention of closeness, but Ye Pingliang jumped up as if being pricked by a needle.

"Who knows you well? Don't touch me! It's dirty!"

Ye Pingliang's distorted face was full of disgust, and Zhang Yang seemed a little lonely in a flash.

He was unexpectedly quiet, and he was stunned for a while before turning down the balcony and disappearing into the night.

At this time, Ye Pingliang felt empty, recalling the boy's words yesterday, "I don't have a home", he suddenly felt a layer of guilt.

Since that night, Ye Pingliang always woke up naturally in the middle of the night, as if thinking about something, and occasionally opened the balcony to look at the moon and stars in the sky?

In the middle of the night, only thieves would come to this poor area, but he laughed at himself that there was nothing valuable to steal at home.

But half a month after Ye Pingliang thought that Zhang Yang would never appear again, on a rainy night at the same time, someone knocked on the balcony door.

Ye Pingliang woke up immediately, and felt that it should be that person, but when he opened the balcony door, he saw Zhang Yang, who was soaked all over and extremely embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Pingliang was astonished, he didn't care about the other party's dirty and wet body, and pulled him into the room.

"Where is the bathroom? I'll take a shower right away." He flinched intentionally, as if afraid of getting Ye Pingliang's body dirty.

"...Outside the corridor, it's at the end on the left." Ye Pingliang replied, and hurriedly took a few pieces of clothing and handed them over, "If you don't mind, just change it later."

"Thank you." Zhang Yang glanced at him, his face was wet, as if he had fallen into a puddle from the rain, his hair was dripping with water, mixed with blood on his wheat-colored skin Shocking water marks fell.

"Your forehead...is bleeding?"

"It's okay, I accidentally knocked on it, it's just a small injury..." Zhang Yang said lightly, avoiding Ye Pingliang's gaze, opened the door and walked to the bathroom.

Ye Pingliang didn't know what happened to Zhang Yang, and vaguely felt that something ugly happened to him, or that sentence left a deep impression on him, making him subconsciously believe that life should be difficult for this person. , even worse than himself.

……

Zhang Yang didn't change into the clothes given by Ye Pingliang when he returned to the room after taking a shower. His bare upper body showed muscular muscles and an undeniably good figure.

"Your clothes are too small, you're too tight, so I won't wear them," he said.

"The pants...?"

"I'm too embarrassed not to wear pants...?" Zhang Yang suddenly smiled shyly, and sat next to Ye Pingliang, "You didn't give me underwear, and I have to wear these pants even if they are tight..."

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something, got into the bed, quickly took off his pants, and threw them out.

"Sorry, I might really have to spend the night with you tonight."

Ye Pingliang can barely make do with staying overnight, but when he thinks of the honest world under the quilt, even if they are all men, he can't get over that weird hurdle in his heart.

Zhang Yang saw Ye Pingliang's doubts, and said again: "Do you have any extra bedding? I've laid it on the floor."

Obviously, for a single young man like Ye Pingliang who is living in poverty, how can there be any extra things.

"Forget it, you go to sleep first, I just woke up, I can't fall asleep, read a book for a while." He turned off the light in the room, turned on the small lamp on the small experimental table, turned his back to Zhang Yang and flipped through the book .

Under the dim light, Zhang Yang, who was leaning on the bedside, did not fall asleep. He turned his head and looked around, the humble house, the poor life, and the man at the desk who was reading seriously. The goodwill in my heart is constantly sublimating.