spirits in throat

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening when he took a shower and lay down in bed. Rong Zhao didn't read his book Dream of the Red Chamber today, and turned sideways to look in Zhou Ye's direction.

Zhou Ye also maintained the same posture as Rong Zhao at this time.

Under the dim light of the desk lamp, the two looked at each other with a distance of three meters between them.

Rong Zhao's eyes were calm, while Zhou Ye's was more lingering.

After looking at each other for a while, Zhou Ye opened his mouth first: "Rongrong, how about I go to sleep with you?"

Rong Zhao didn't say anything, it seemed that he didn't want to.Zhou Ye moved to the side, leaving half of the bed, "Bang bang bang", patted his bed sheets ambiguously, swallowed and said, "If you don't want me to go there, you just want to come here."

Rong Zhao kept the original posture still: "I don't want to."

"This bed of mine is better than yours." Zhou Ye moved his body, the mattress hit the bed board, making a creaking sound, "This bed of mine can scream, it is a bed that can scream , referred to as "bed."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye who was scratching his head and posing on the opposite bed, felt his eyes were hot, picked up the "Dream of Red Mansions" on the bedside table and smashed it: "Slut."

Zhou Ye picked up the book that Rong Zhao threw over and hugged it in his arms. He lowered his head and smelled it: "It smells beautiful." Tonight he decided to sleep with this book in his arms. He doesn't mind the stand-in either.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone rang, Zhou Ye sat up from the bed vigilantly, staring at the mobile phone on Rong Zhao's bedside table.

It's already twelve o'clock, who would call at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?

Rong Zhao got up from the bed, glanced at Zhou Ye, and didn't understand why this person suddenly cheated on his body.He took a look at his phone, got up and walked to the window.

Zhou Ye followed closely behind Rong Zhao, and asked, "Who called you?"

Rong Zhao turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ye: "You can control it?"

"Of course," Zhou Ye raised his chin, full of joy, "You promised to plant flowers with me."

In the alley in front of his house, Rong Zhao still couldn't resist Zhou Ye's picture full of sunshine, flowers and milk tea.

Rong Zhao said in a low voice, "I just agreed to plant flowers together, but I didn't say I want to marry you."

Zhou Ye pondered for a while Rong Zhao's words, the word "marriage" is superb, and even the positions of the two of them are defined, it's so naive.

Rong Zhao stopped and was about to press the answer button, but the other party hung up the phone.

Zhou Ye walked over and glanced at it. It was a string of phone numbers without names: "Do you want to call back?"

Rong Zhao put away the phone: "No, maybe it's a marketing call or a scam call." After speaking, he walked to the bed and threw the phone on the bedside table.

Zhou Ye memorized this string of numbers firmly. For him, matters related to Rong Zhao are not trivial matters.

The next day, Zhou Ye checked and found that this string of numbers was a network dial-up, plus a virtual server was used, so the identity of the dialer could not be traced back, so he had to give up.

At noon, the criminal investigation team once again occupied the best geomantic location. A group of people were eating in full swing. You snatched a rib from me, and I snatched a lion's head from you. The table was in a mess.

Rong Zhao is used to sitting alone, and he doesn't like to talk when eating, he just listens to others.

Zhou Ye walked over with the dinner plate, and saw Rong Zhao's lips slightly raised, as he was listening to Xiao Qian tell a joke.

Zhou Ye sat opposite Rong Zhao: "Why don't you sit down and join us?"

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, picked up a shrimp that was too much to eat on the dinner plate, and said in a low voice, "I like to be quiet."

Zhou Ye didn't say much, but he could see clearly that the smile on Rong Zhao's lips just now was real.

Zhou Ye thought of the photo under the old locust tree. The young man's high-spirited look had nothing to do with tranquility, but more like a bastard who would invite friends to go to the house every day.

Zheng Ke yelled at Rong Zhao: "Rong Rong, here are some fruits, I just snatched them from the internal affairs department, come over and eat together."

Rong Zhao waved his hands as before, and said in a calm voice, "Thank you, no need."

Zheng Ke grabbed his bald head and didn't say much. The others seemed to be used to Rong Zhao's style, knowing that he was quiet, so they didn't call him anymore.

At the beginning, everyone would forcefully pull Rong Zhao over to play together, but seeing that he didn't seem to like it, they gradually stopped forcing him.Those with keen senses realized early on that Rong Zhao was different from each of them.

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and said to Zhou Ye: "You like to be lively, go and sit over there, you don't have to come here to accompany me."

It's deserted and deserted here, and there is no vitality.

Zhou Ye gave Rong Zhao a piece of lean pork ribs in his bowl, looked him in the eyes and said, "I just love being with you, unless you sit with me."

Rong Zhao pursed his lower lip and said in a low voice, "I don't want to go."

He has been like this from the very beginning, and he has no intention of getting too close to anyone, because he doesn't want to establish too many bonds with others.It is better not to have something that is destined not to be owned in the first place.

There is no need for friendship, it is enough for everyone to maintain a superficial colleague relationship.

This is how he got through his college life, keeping nodding acquaintances with everyone in the dormitory, and never contacted again after graduation.

Just like He Yanyan did back then.He will always remember the warm and delicious lunch box in her hand. He didn't even leave a contact information. The last meeting was when he came down from the middle of the mountain holding her head.

Zhou Ye's intrusion was an accident. He had tried very hard, but he still couldn't resist.

Others should draw a line when they can say no.

Zhou Ye answered the phone and left first. Rong Zhao had a good meal, put the plate in the recycling place, and walked out of the cafeteria alone.

The people around him were all in twos and threes, talking or laughing or making troubles. He seemed a little out of place, lonely and out of gregarious.

"Brother Rong."

Rong Zhao walked out of the cafeteria, heard someone calling his name, turned around and saw Fan Yao standing by the door waiting for him.

Fan Yao didn't know when she put on a pair of sunglasses, walked slowly in front of Rong Zhao, hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Rong, are you free? I want to treat you to coffee. It's at the gate of the Municipal Bureau. Not for long."

Rong Zhao often encountered this kind of situation before, when girls blocked the door of the classroom, the school, and the cafeteria, the other party always blushed and asked him to go to a quiet place, [-]% ready to confess his love.

Rong Zhao could tell from Fan Yao's micro expression that she didn't intend to confess, she just wanted to say something to him.

Fan Yao looked down at her toes, she who was always articulate became a little cautious, her face flushed.

She hasn't been doing well recently. Ever since she took the notes for Ma Xiaoxin, she has had nightmares every night.

I dreamed of the days when I was isolated and ridiculed in high school, my schoolbag was robbed and stepped on in the mud, and I was scolded to death as an ugly rat.They said her eyes, eyes and pimples on her face made them sick.

Fortunately, she survived that period of adolescence that never saw the light of day.

The impact of school violence on a person is lifelong. Ma Xiaoxin's eyes awakened all those dark days, and they continued to grow in her heart like bacteria until she couldn't stand it anymore, and her whole body was surrounded by a huge inexplicable fear .

Fan Yao originally wanted to ask for leave this morning, but she didn't ask for leave because of an urgent case at hand.She wears sunglasses when she goes out in the morning, for fear that others will see her eyes, they are too ugly, and others will laugh at her if they see them.

In the bureau, if she was not afraid of being scolded by the bureau, she would not want to take off her sunglasses.

She didn't know who to say these words to, Da Hua and Xiao Freckles couldn't understand her distress, Xiao Qian and Zheng Kexin in the team were very big, and their tempers were too lively, and it was impossible to talk to them heart-to-heart.

In the past, she liked to talk to Bai Xudong about whatever was on her mind, but not long after Bai Xudong lost his sister, she hadn't adjusted herself well yet, so she didn't want to cause trouble.

Although Brother Rong has a cold temperament, but for some reason, he seems to have a certain temperament that makes people want to get close to him.

For example, the five golden flowers in the internal support department still deliver various fruit cakes to Rong Zhao's table every day. Director Qian even goes to Zhou Ye to quarrel with Zhou Ye every now and then, asking Zhou Ye for someone to ask Rong Zhao to return to the internal support department.

"Just for a while," Fan Yao adjusted the sunglasses on her eyes and whispered, "It won't take you too long."

"I'm sorry," Rong Zhao glanced at Fan Yao, and said in a low voice, "There is a case file that needs to be entered, so I can't go out for coffee with you."

After hearing Rong Zhao's words, Fan Yao was startled for a moment, and then smiled as usual: "It's okay, then go get busy, Brother Rong."

Back at the office, after not seeing Fan Yao for a long time, Xiao Qian called out, "My sister Yao is here, I need support for work."

Zheng Ke looked at Fan Yao's seat: "I didn't see you back after lunch, I don't know which department you went to and went crazy."

Xiao Qian took out his mobile phone: "I'll give her a call."

The phone rang for a long time and no one answered it, until it automatically hung up, Xiao Qian muttered in a low voice, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Rong Zhao and Fan Yao's seats are facing each other, separated by a baffle, usually in the office, he is not used to competing with others for food and drink.

It was Fan Yao who took it for him and handed it over through the baffle: "Brother Rong, I grabbed a copy for you too."

When she laughed, the exaggerated eye shadows flickered under the refraction of the light. At first glance, she was not used to it, but after a long time, she actually felt a little cute.

When Xiao Qian was about to make a second call, Zhou Ye came back from the outside: "Fan Yao asked for leave this afternoon. She said she was not feeling well."

Xiao Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and complained casually: "Sister Yao is really serious, she didn't say anything about asking for leave, which made me think something happened to her."

After getting off work in the evening, colleagues left together. Rong Zhao stood up from his chair and turned to look at the captain's office.

He pushed open the door and went in, and saw Zhou Ye who was processing the documents: "How long do you need?"

Zhou Ye glanced at the time: "It will take a while."

After speaking, he pulled a chair beside him, patted it and said, "Come and accompany me."

Rong Zhao walked behind Zhou Ye, and glanced at a large pile of documents on his desk: "If I can't deal with it in an hour or two, then I'll go home first."

As soon as Rong Zhao turned around, Zhou Ye slapped him hard around the waist, and he fell down on the opponent's lap unexpectedly.

"Two hours, plus the time to go home, I won't see you for at least two and a half hours," Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao's waist, rubbing him into his arms, his voice was low and soft, "Good boy Beauty, let me hug you for a while."

Semimi looks like an old pervert.

"This is the office, what do you want to do," Rong Zhao reprimanded in a low voice, "Relax."

Except that he sat on his mother's lap when he was a child, Rong Zhao had never sat on anyone else's lap, and was hugged around his waist, which was a great shame.

Rong Zhao broke away from Zhou Ye's arms, tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, and said with a gloomy face, "If you do this again in the future, don't blame me and go to Qi Bureau to complain."

"What is the complaint?" Zhou Ye lay on the back of the chair, with a smile on his lips, staring straight at the blush on Rong Zhao's face, "The leader sexually harassed his subordinates?"

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye's sloppy face, cursed in a low voice: "Shameless." After speaking, he strode out of the office.

Zhou Ye smiled slightly, got up and walked to the window, lit a cigarette and held it to his lips, and looked down to see Rong Zhao coming out of the building.

Rong Zhao walked out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, stood there and hesitated for a moment, walking to the left is the subway station, which is the direction to go home.On the right is the direction of Fan Yao's house that he visited yesterday.

Zhou Ye took a puff of smoke, and saw Rong Zhao turn around and walk towards the subway station. He was thin and dressed in black, like a lonely fallen leaf.

Others don't understand, but Zhou Ye knows and loves the most. For ordinary people, the choice is very simple, but for Rong Zhao, it is a hard and fierce struggle.

He made the same choice as He Yanyan did back then.After all, he still chose to continue to close himself up, unwilling to return to the normal life track.

Zhou Ye raised his eyes to look at the night sky embedded with stars and moons, and took a long breath of smoke.

Through the lingering smoke, Zhou Ye lowered his eyes and saw Rong Zhao walked a few steps and then stopped. He stood under a street lamp for a long time, then turned his head and went to Fan Yao's house on the right.