Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

"I remember you saying that you don't have any friends." Ding Zile turned a page of the book and said casually.

"Classmate," Qian Cheng leaned on Ding Zile's shoulder while holding the phone, "not a friend."

"Oh."

"Remember to feed your daughter when you get home," Qian Cheng said, "I seem to be the one feeding it recently, right?"

"Understood," Ding Zile kissed him sideways, "It's long-winded."

"It's not because of you." Qian Cheng got under the quilt, "I'm going to sleep first, I didn't take a nap today, I'm so sleepy."

Ding Zile put the book aside and turned off the light, reached out to hold Qian Cheng in his arms: "Are you asleep?"

"What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Ding Zile hesitated, but still reached out to pat him on the back, "I'll call you."

I have nothing to do at work during the day, and I have meetings for most of the day, and when I get off work, people are listless.Qian Cheng looked at his phone subconsciously, and made an appointment with Qiu Zhi at seven o'clock, which was still very early.Qian Cheng hadn't seen that guy since he graduated, and he didn't see any photos in Moments, so now he was relying on his thin memory from many years ago to imagine.

The two made an appointment to meet at a local restaurant. Qian Cheng arrived early and picked a seat by the window to wait. The business of this restaurant was good, and it was crowded with people.The next table is a big family, men and women, old and young, and a meal can create a joyful New Year's atmosphere.

Qian Cheng flipped through the menu, which only had a few pages in total, and suddenly felt that he was not ready to meet Qiu Zhi.

In fact, he and Qiu Zhi had nothing in common. When they were in primary school, they were all little kids who didn't know much about farts. When they got to know a little bit, they rushed to graduate like ducks. There was no time for them to have ideas.

If there must be any relationship, it is that Qiu Zhi was still a member of the squad that bullied Qian Cheng in the past, and he belonged to the kind that bullied more vigorously.Later, Qian Cheng fought back, got a good shot, got a nosebleed, was called a parent once, and the matter was over.

Qiu Zhi's nosebleed face was so frightened that he didn't even have time to cry, which made Qian Cheng more than a little happy.

So now Qiu Zhi gave Qian Cheng the impression of a little crying bag with a nosebleed at the end.

Meeting Xiaokuibao... Qian Cheng smiled, forget it, what are you going to do.

"Qian Cheng...?" Qian Cheng raised his head, standing in front of him was a middle-aged...young man who was not at all familiar. Qian Cheng laughed at the words that popped up in his mind, and was entrapped by Ding Zile's messy literary novels. Yes, but also a man.

"I am. Qiu Zhi?" Qian Cheng felt that his smile might be a little weird, but he still maintained it.

"Hey! It's really you!" Qiu Zhi patted Qian Cheng's shoulder boldly, and sat down opposite him, "I didn't believe it when Fang Ping told me!"

"There's nothing unbelievable about this." Qian Cheng handed him the menu, "I don't know your taste, so just order it, I have no taboos."

"Success, I come to this place often." Qiu Zhi didn't look at it at all, picked up a pen and ticked it off, and beckoned to the waiter.While waiting for someone to come over, he asked again: "What are you doing now?"

"Serve RMB." Qian Cheng picked up the kettle and poured water for himself, and added some water for Qiu Zhi, "I heard from Fang Ping that you are married?"

"Well, I just got married a year ago." Qiu Zhi smiled, "I can't help it, I'm pregnant... I didn't think so early. Hey, that's all, hurry up and serve the food."

"That's good too. Fang Ping's wife is planning to have another one." Qian Cheng took a sip of tea, "Our classmates are almost married too."

"Ah, yes." Qiu Zhi leaned back in his chair, "We are in the countryside! Do you still remember Zhou Xiaoli! It turns out that the most beautiful one in our class, her eldest son is about to go to elementary school."

"Ah..." It took Qian Cheng a long time to remember who Zhou Xiaoli was. The name was a bit impressive. The original class flower, but he was so focused on being bullied at that time that he didn't even notice that there were other people in the class besides the annoying squad. what else exists.

"Hey, what about you." Qiu Zhiben wanted to light a cigarette, but when he saw the no-smoking sign, he took the cigarette back, "Student, are you on your way?"

"We're talking, it's not stable yet." Qian Cheng originally hated discussing this kind of issue, but on the one hand, he really didn't know what to say to Qiu Zhi, and on the other hand... he really didn't mind mentioning Ding Zile.

"Well... Let me tell you, it's better to read more books." Qiu Zhi was thoughtful, "People like us can only do small business."

"I think that's pretty good for you." Qian Cheng said with a smile, "They're all the same. Make more money to support your wife and children."

"That's the truth."

Qian Cheng couldn't tell how Qiu Zhi was doing at a glance, but he looked quite old-fashioned, about the same age as him, which gave people the illusion that he was a weather-beaten person.

Dressed quite maturely, it is the one that Qian Cheng would never pick up when shopping in the store. It has a mixed atmosphere of a straight man and a country boss... The hairstyle must have been carefully taken care of, probably because of the newlyweds and the Chinese New Year, So the whole person still looks quite beaming.

Qiu Zhi felt a little strange, not only because he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, but Qian Cheng had never seen him in Ding Zile or his former college classmates. If he had to say he was a little familiar, Qian Cheng They found a similar kind for him, Fang Ping.

In their small place, it is a rare event to be able to go to college. Most people drop out of school early after finishing junior high school or high school, and go home to help their parents run a small business or go out to make a living.

Of course there are people who do not rely on school and academic qualifications to prove themselves. These people may be trying to prove themselves, but whether there is any result is another matter.

"Are you doing business here now?" Qian Cheng took off his chopsticks when the first dish was served.

"Run here and there." Qiu Zhi was not polite to him, and took the lead to eat, "My dad's shop still has to be opened... the old man is very talkative, so why not do...the business here I just came here a few years ago…”

"Fang Ping seems to have been here for many years." Qian Cheng was self-sufficient and added food, "How many of our classmates are outside?"

"Most of them are in my hometown." Qiu Zhi spat out a fishbone with a "bah", "A lot of them came out in the past few years. Didn't Xia Ming spend several years in Changcheng? Hey, we're getting married soon."

Xia Ming, Qian Cheng still remembers, a pretty little boy with a very stubborn temper, unexpectedly, he never beat the family.

The waiter served another dish, and Qiu Zhi waved his chopsticks: "I used to think that I could do other things besides reading! Then I found out that other things are not as easy as reading..."

"It's the same either way." Qian Cheng clinked glasses with him, "Hey, the one I told you about yesterday, take me to see it later? I'll send it to others. If it's okay, the monthly meal cost is about Earn it."

"Yeah." Qiu Zhi nodded and swallowed the water in his mouth, "Hey, Qian Cheng, I didn't say that, you are really... so different from before."

"Why is it different?" Qian Cheng scooped up a bowl of soup, "Have you ever hit your face with a brick before seeing blood?"

"Damn it," Qiu Zhi laughed so hard that he couldn't even hold his glass steady, "What a fucking shadow of childhood! What is this called... A rabbit bites when it's anxious? Hey, I didn't say that, you looked so creepy at that time ...I thought you were fucking going to kill me."

Qian Cheng smiled.

"Really," Qiu Zhi took a sip of tea in a loud voice, and then smacked his mouth again, "You guys have a relatively high IQ, don't you, ah, what are you talking about?"

"Fart your fart." Qian Cheng smiled, "What?"

Qiu Zhi squeezed the water glass and smiled: "That's what... Hannibal."

"Believe it or not, I just smeared this dish on your face." Qian Cheng smiled, "Is the business going?"

"Do it, of course." Qiu Zhi hurriedly poured tea for Qian Cheng, "It's nothing, I've thought about it before, and if I'm in a hurry, I'll probably..."

"You don't have the guts." Qian Cheng took a sip of tea, "Besides, you are not as impulsive now as before."

"That's right." Finally turning the topic around, Qiu Zhi heaved a sigh of relief.

Qiu Zhi didn't have that kind of guts, at most he would yell next to others, he had to be courageous in everything he did, if he wanted to do it by himself, he would definitely run faster than anyone else.

Qian Cheng felt that his own nature was probably brought out by that half brick. He could bear it, even to the point of resignation, but when he endured until the bottom rebounded, he knew what he would probably do.

There is essentially no difference between picking up that broken brick and picking up a fruit knife.

Looks like a very gentle man.While eating, Qian Cheng thought, what do Qiu Zhi and others think of him?A wimpy, fatherless little boy?Or is it a terrifying existence that cannot be bullied and does not know when it will explode?

The meal was fairly pleasant, although there was nothing in common.

"My place is not far from here," Qiu Zhi drove a second-hand Volkswagen, "How did you get here?"

"Walking." Qian Cheng said, "I live not far away."

"Success, I'll take you back later." Qiu Zhi opened the door.

Qiu Zhi's warehouse is not big, but the stuff is okay.Qian Cheng walked around and took a few photos of the finished product for Xiao Glasses.I don't know if the little glasses stared at the phone 24 hours a day, and they replied to the message almost immediately, making a decision on the spot.

"Hey, it's fun to do business with you!" Qiu Zhi didn't expect it to be so smooth, "When do you want the goods? Shall I send them over?"

"I'll pick out the things first," Qian Cheng looked at the new message that popped up on his phone, "Send it the day after tomorrow, at the price you said."

"Qian Cheng," Qiu Zhi was very contentedly puffing on his own territory, "How much do you earn from this money?"

"Not much." Qian Cheng put the phone back in his pocket.

"Half to half?" Qiu Zhi asked.

"It's not that exaggerated." Qian Cheng looked up at him, "Don't tell me you're going to raise the price at this time."

"If so?" Qiu Zhi looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes, but I won't look for you in the future." Qian Cheng looked around, the narrow space made him have to turn his eyes back to Qiu Zhi's face, "If you are in a hurry to use money, I can give you more money." Come on, but I hate threats."

"Haha..." Qiu Zhi laughed exaggeratedly and bluntly, "It's alright, alright, old classmate! Next time, you must have credibility when doing business!"

"I'm more serious...you're right." Qian Cheng smiled at him, "Maybe I'm Hannibal."

Qiu Zhi insisted on sending Qian Cheng home. "Just at the intersection ahead," Qian Cheng pointed, "It's not far, I'll just walk back."

"Are you afraid that your wife will find out?" Qiu Zhi laughed, "Hey, why don't you explain to others, how about I show my face?"

"He's even more tempered than me." Qian Cheng looked at Qiu Zhi, "Open the trunk, anyway, I don't have much stuff, I can do it by myself."

"Okay." Qiu Zhi had no choice but to park the car on the side of the road, "Hey, here is my business card." He took out a card and stuffed it into Qian Cheng's pocket, "We keep in touch."

"Success." Qian Cheng opened the door and got out of the car.

When Qian Cheng watched Qiu Zhi's car disappear at the intersection, he was ready to bend down to carry the box.

"Brave again." Ding Zile didn't know when he leaned against the wall at the intersection, "There are two, do you want to walk on top of your head?"

"Tell me, did you position me?" Qian Cheng laughed when he saw Ding Zile, "So punctual."

"Come down to throw out the trash, I guess you should come back too." Ding Zile said, "Your classmate looks really bad."

"Observed so carefully." Qian Cheng picked out a light box and left it to Ding Zile, "Did you bring your binoculars?"

"My naked eyes are 5.2," Ding Zile picked up the case, "Your classmate is so old, I want to rush up and call him uncle."

"Do you want face?" Qian Cheng laughed so hard that he almost couldn't hold the box steady, "You're almost thirty..."

"Say it again?" Ding Zile smiled kindly.

"Hey, yes, he looks quite old. After going through a lot of things, people actually age quite quickly." Qian Cheng nodded to the guard in greeting. Many people actually age in such a muddled way. .

There were not many things, but from the place where he got off the car to the community and finally upstairs, Qian Cheng was almost sweating from exhaustion.

"If you don't come down today, I guess I will really have to come up with my head."

"Are you stupid? Can't make a phone call?" Ding Zile put his things aside, "How will you deliver them then? My car is still at home."

Yes, Ding Zile's luxury car is still at home.

"Then let's use our heads to push it over?" Qian Cheng smiled, "It doesn't matter, there are not many things."

"Let's take a taxi then." Ding Zile said, "Ziyue will go back in a few days, and I will ask him to drive my car when he comes over."

"Didn't this kid get his book yet?" Qian Cheng opened the box and ordered the goods, and after hearing what Ding Zile said, he asked casually.

"He's an old driver." Ding Zile said, "Besides, can my mother drive over?"

"Forget it then." Qian Cheng simply ended the topic when he thought of Ding Zile's mother's headache.

Before much tossing all night, time passed.When he fell onto the bed after taking a shower, Qian Cheng hardly bothered to move.On the contrary, what Qiu Zhi said lingered in his mind.Although we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, it's still hard to change the nature of this guy's incompatibility with Qian Cheng.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Ding Zile changed his novel today, and he doesn't know if he finished the one yesterday.Ever since the two of them fell asleep together tacitly one day, Qian Cheng discovered that his boyfriend had a habit he didn't quite understand, and that was reading before going to bed.

Sometimes it changes every day, and even a year like him can't turn over a book.

"Ah, it's just my classmate today." Qian Cheng didn't have much interest in playing with his mobile phone. "It's been a long time since we saw each other. I'm a little emotional."

"Oh?" Ding Zile turned a page of the book, "Is it because people suddenly become ugly so much that you can't accept it?"

"I hear your tone... you just came out of the vinegar factory?" Qian Cheng glanced at him, "It's hard to see... what do I want to say... oh, Qiu Zhi."

"Qiu Zhi?" Ding Zile closed the book, "Who?"

"My classmate! Can you stop being so nervous! I'm with Fang Ping." Qian Cheng glared at him.

"Oh..." Ding Zile knew Fang Ping.

"Qiu Zhi used to be quite annoying, always bullying me." Qian Cheng sighed, "During elementary school, did you know children, they liked to bully those children from special families."

Ding Zile tilted his head to look at him, but didn't speak.

"Qiu Zhi is one... In fact, his family is not very good, his mother is always sick, and his father repairs bicycles, which is not easy."

"Later I was bullied so badly," Qian Cheng glanced at him cautiously, "I hit him with a brick."

"Yeah." Ding Zile nodded, "If I just take the chair, you're nothing."

"What do you want me to say?" Qian Cheng hugged him and laughed out loud, "That time it scared people pretty badly... You still told me today that it was a childhood shadow."

"Well, don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?" Ding Zile smiled, "Who doesn't have an impulsive moment?"

"Listen," Qian Cheng couldn't help tightening his arms around him, "sometimes I don't think it's impulsive... I think I'm probably just such a person. I'm really afraid that one day I will lose control and do something Come."

Ding Zile looked at him: "For example?"

"For example," Qian Cheng sighed, "When I was stuck and couldn't come here, I asked someone to sign it on the last day, and I brought a knife."

"I feel like my brain is congested, and I can't care about anything. If I'm not doing well, I'll drag that person with me." Qian Cheng smiled at the ceiling, "Isn't it perverted? I'm mentally disturbed." ?”

"Do you want me to give you an answer, or help you analyze it?" Ding Zile clasped Qian Cheng's waist with his backhand, and sniffed Qian Cheng's neck with the tip of his nose.

"It's all right."

Ding Zile was silent for a while.

"Hey, are you out of words?" Qian Cheng put his elbow on Ding Zile's stomach.

"It's brewing." Ding Zile bit his exposed neck lightly, "Teacher Ding's small class has begun."

Qian Cheng said "Yes" and said, "Let's talk."

"Let me tell you, everyone has such messy thoughts. Anyone who suppresses them for a long time may do something, so you are not as serious as a mental disorder." Ding Zile raised his hand and patted , "What's more, when making a decision, it will be restricted by various conditions."

"Back then you had nothing, or you had no other way to solve the problem, and you had to take extreme measures... But you are different now."

Ding Zile put his hand on Qian Cheng's chest: "Now you have a good job, a future, family and friends, and many problems are no longer problems, so you won't be like that... At least, you will hesitate."

"Ah, right." Qian Cheng closed his eyes, "I have no friends."

"Then there will be me." Ding Zile reached out and touched his face, "My friend, there will be some in the future."

"I'm really touched when you say that," Qian Cheng smiled and let Ding Zile's hands touch his face, "What are you doing, cleaning the dining table?"

"Let me tell you," Ding Zile carefully touched his nose and eyes, and then patted Qian Cheng's face, "Why is your face so rough! Are you working in the fields or moving bricks?"

"Ah?" Qian Cheng didn't understand what he meant.

"Hold it!" Ding Zile opened the drawer of the bedside table, pulled out something and threw it into Qian Cheng's arms, "Go and wash your face! Put on the mask."