together for a moment

Nick hugged him and said a vague "Hey, my friend" and fell asleep again, but the arms around him didn't let go, so he just threw the quilt and lay down.

Zhao Yimu hugged Nick under the quilt, thinking whether this is a bit beyond the scope of friends?

In fact, it’s nothing. They slept together a lot when they were in India. The familiar scent of chamomile and the smooth touch of the skin seemed to make them return to a foreign land more than half a year ago.

He will never forget that journey, there are too many first experiences and experiences, people say that first love is the most beautiful, but in fact it is probably not just first love, so things are so different for the first time.

Nick is the one who leads him to experience these beautiful things.

After returning to China, he came across an article saying that the possibility of falling in love during travel is very high. The reasons are nothing more than: the decline of social restraint in unfamiliar environments, the ease of thinking about falling in love, and the interdependence of traveling with each other. illusions etc.

Zhao Yimu believes that this article perfectly explains why there was such an out-of-order night.

They used to have the illusion of liking each other, but it was just admiration for each other and the madness before separation. If what happened that night was in China, it would never have happened.

Just friends, just friends, just friends.

Zhao Yimu repeated the silent chanting three times in order to reassure himself. After reading, he felt that his mentality was very correct, and there was nothing tricky about it.It was so warm in the quilt, it was not suitable to stay outside during a typhoon, so he might as well stay for one night.

"Nick, it's windy and rainy outside, and there's no one in my house. How about a night at your place?" Zhao Yimu whispered to Nick who was fast asleep.

Of course Nick didn't respond, he just had a cold and sniffed his nose, scratched his cheek with his paw, and rolled over to rub against Zhao Yimu's arms.

"..." Nick's head rested on his chest, rubbing back and forth to scratch his hair, making him very itchy. His whole body was agitated from the outside to the inside, from the skin to the internal organs, as if crawling with ants, and the blood was rushing. , to gather in a specific place, such as a beating heart, or... an uncontrolled lower body.

This is not the fucking way to respond to a friend!

Zhao Yimu swallowed, and began to recite the International Mergers and Acquisitions Law from the first article. He recited almost [-] articles with profound skill before returning to normal heartbeat and pulse. He finally relaxed his nerves and fell asleep smelling the scent of chamomile.

When he was about to fall asleep, Nick moved again, rolled over and slipped out of his arms, curled up in a corner of the bed.

There was a sudden loss of temperature around him, Zhao Yimu's eyes that were about to close were suddenly opened again, he stretched out his long hand and pulled Nick back from the corner of the bed, hugged him tightly, and then fell asleep with ease.

When Nick woke up, he felt refreshed. He didn't know how long he hadn't slept so full. He had mostly recovered from his cold, and he was tossing and turning in the quilt so nostalgic that he didn't want to get up.The wind and rain outside the window have stopped, although there is no sunshine, but the sky is just beginning to shine, and the leaves and treetops are washed green and clear, giving them a new and beautiful look.

He rolled around for a while before he was willing to get up. Turning his head, he saw a glass of water on the small table by the bed, which was still warm. Nick was taken aback for a moment, Owen came into the room?How long have you been there?Did you just leave?

Before he could think of a reason, the door handle turned, and Zhao Yimu took a tray and pushed the door open with his feet. Seeing Nick sitting on the bed dumbfounded, he smiled and said, "I was just about to say that you should wake up, I It’s hard to find a shop that sells porridge, let’s have some.”

"You didn't come home last night?"

"No, it was stormy last night, it's dangerous to go out." I did report to you verbally, Zhao Yimu thought to himself.

"Oh, where did you sleep last night?" Nick asked him, staring at the things on the tray.

"You don't remember?" Zhao Yimu put the plate on the table and said in a normal tone: "I slept next to you, just like when I was in India."

"Can this be the same? In India, there is only one bed in the room and there is no choice. Where can you not sleep in this room?" Nick frowned and reprimanded him. He didn't know if he was too excited when he spoke, his cheeks were stained red, "You What if I catch a cold while sleeping next to me?"

"It's too late to say now, who kept rubbing against me last night." Zhao Yimu looked down at him, the kid's eyes were crystal clear after a full sleep, like water drops washed outside the window, and his complexion improved a lot , he wanted to squeeze it but felt that his behavior was out of line, so he just assigned some other tasks to his fingers, picked up the apple and began to peel it.

Nick stuck his neck and didn't speak, but his face turned even redder. Zhao Yimu was startled when he saw it, he put down the apple and wiped his hand to touch his forehead, and said doubtfully, "I don't have a fever, why is my face so red?"

As soon as Nick grabbed his wrist, he raised his head and widened his eyes, and asked through gritted teeth, "Do you always treat your friends like this?"

"We're not just friends, are we?" Zhao Yimu smiled, and tried to pull it out but failed, "We used to be traveling companions, one more relationship than friends, hey, let go, I'll get you porridge."

Taking advantage of Nick's relaxation, Zhao Yimu broke away his wrist, took a bowl of salty porridge from the tray, and put some side dishes on it. The green and red ones looked delicious. Zhao Yimu handed him the bowl and said: "Can I eat by myself?"

Nick took it and stirred it with a spoon, then raised his head and said with a very serious expression, "What I want to say is... let's just be 'ordinary' friends."

He actually wanted to be straightforward, saying that you knew my sexuality a long time ago and treated me so well. When I was sick, I would cook and feed medicine by my side no matter whether it was abroad or at home. Yes, can we not do this?

But if you say this, it is not the same as admitting that you have unreasonable thoughts...

Zhao Yimu was not very happy when he heard the phrase "ordinary friends". He put the half-peeled apple on the plate and made a clanging sound.

"Let me ask you, your friend has a fever and is alone at home, will you take care of him?"

"…meeting"

"Would you sleep in the same bed as your buddies?"

"..."

"Will you tell your friends when you have troubles or difficulties?"

"Ok…"

"Okay, since we are friends, tell me about your difficulties and the reasons for the debt after dinner, maybe I can think of a way."

"If you are in debt, you should pay back the money. What can you do?" Nick buried his head and began to eat porridge. By the way, he recalled the times when they met after their reunion. Careful, but suddenly turned into caring. Could it be that the reason for this attitude change is that he is afraid that he will say something that should not be said?

At first, I was terrified because I didn’t expect to meet again. I was afraid that he would meet him on the spot and break the news. Later, I was cautious because my girlfriend was present during the house inspections. The last time I wanted to please him when my girlfriend was away, so I stayed and took care of him. he.

It turned out to be the case.

"That... about what happened on the last night in India, let's forget about it." Nick looked at him straight, and said very cautiously: "That night was a good night with good lighting and good atmosphere. Impulsive, I know you didn't That means, I have no other thoughts about you, and I swear that I will never tell Miss Lin, don't worry."

"okay"

Zhao Yimu agrees with what he said, "The lighting is good and the atmosphere is good for a moment of impulsiveness." He should be very happy that Nick won't tell Xiaopei what happened that night, but he didn't feel very comfortable listening to the whole sentence, and he was inexplicably a little disappointed.

"Then are we still friends? Can I still call you Nick?" Zhao Yimu asked him.

"Of course it's a friend," said the aboveboard kind, and Nick grinned in relief, "But you should call me Xiao Du in front of others, and the English name I use in the company is not Nick either."

Zhao Yimu remembered his business card, the English name of the target next to Du Shangpian was Allen.

"Why doesn't it say Nick on your business card?"

"Because there is already a senior named Nick in the company. Anyway, the English name is the same. Everyone still calls me Xiao Du." Nick kept eating porridge.

"Then I will call you Xiao Du in front of others, and Nick in private." In other words, the name Nick is his exclusive use. Thinking of this, Zhao Yimu felt a little secretly happy.

"It's full, it's delicious," Nick took the last sip, wiped his mouth, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Thank you, I'll clean up."

"There are still apples." Zhao Yimu shook the apple that had just been peeled.

"I can't eat anymore, you can eat, I'll pack up and get ready to go to work," Nick picked up the tray and walked out, Zhao Yimu got up to help him open the door, walked out together, and asked casually: "Want to show a client to see the house?"

"The client has an appointment in the afternoon, and there is a tutoring class in the morning." Nick walked down the stairs.

"What do you teach?" Zhao Yimu had the answer in his mind just after asking, "Are you teaching musical instruments? Violin?"

"It seems that you walked around the whole house while I was sleeping," Nick gave him a sidelong glance. "Today is to teach the flute. Fortunately, it is the flute, otherwise it would be inconvenient to run around with the violin."

"Your specialty is music?" Zhao Yimu asked again.

"Can't you tell from my superb harmonica skills?" Nick carried the things into the kitchen, put them in the sink and turned on the faucet, and rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes.

"I guessed it before, so I was a little surprised when I saw you were a real estate agent." Zhao Yimu leaned on the door frame and gnawed on an apple, "Then why did you change your career?"

"Of course I want to make more money and pay off my debts quickly," Nick said while brushing the dishes. , although it was a bit hard at the beginning, but after making word of mouth, I made a lot of money. I met him this time when I returned to China, and he knew my situation and suggested that I give it a try.”

"How much do you owe?" Zhao Yimu wanted to know.

"Oh, curious baby," Nick stacked up the clean dishes and walked out of the kitchen, "It's a long story."

"If you owe money to the bank, you can try to negotiate with them, maybe you can reduce the price." Zhao Yimu said.

"Is it possible to talk about this?" Nick turned his head in surprise.

"How much do you owe?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"Almost...almost eighty," Nick continued to ask, "Can we really negotiate the price?"

"Yes, the bank is also afraid that you will run away without paying the money and become a bad debt." Zhao Yimu finished eating the apples and threw away the core, then walked back and stood in front of him, and asked in a professional tone: "This is your family's debt. ? The debtor is?"

"It was my dad before. A few years ago, he used his savings and borrowed money from the bank to set up a textile factory to receive orders. Unexpectedly, it didn't take long. Last year, the factory was burned to ashes because of old equipment and electrical wires. The leased equipment and factory buildings have to be compensated, plus the breach of contract damages for failure to deliver to the customer, it all adds up to this much." Nick opened the French windows in the living room, lit a cigarette, looked out the window and said slowly, "I At that time, I was studying for a master’s degree in the United States, and I wanted to take a break from school and come back to bear the burden together, but my parents disagreed and asked me to finish my studies.”

"Then how did I meet you in India?" Zhao Yimu asked looking at his back.

"The school had an opportunity to exchange students with the Mumbai International Conservatory of Music during my second master's degree. The professor thought that I liked music creation and had to get in touch with different music styles, so he sent me to Mumbai for an exchange. The school term over there ended early and it was rare to go there. I’m going to India, and I’ll go to North India.” Nick took a few puffs of cigarettes and his throat was itchy, and he coughed a few times.

"What kind of cigarettes do you smoke when you have a cold? You don't want your throat?" Zhao Yimu walked over and took the cigarette in his hand and squeezed it out. "What about your dad?"

"In order to pay back the money, I took several jobs, and one day I was tired and drove into a safety island, and my head was severely injured," Nick's voice was hoarse and trembling, "it was when we were in Varanasi."

Zhao Yimu recalled that Nick answered the phone several times with a solemn expression, "Your godbrother called you to talk about this?"

"Well, but he was afraid of me worrying on the phone, so he avoided the seriousness and said that the car accident was not serious," Nick paused before speaking again: "Just the night before I booked a plane ticket to return home...my dad left first."

Zhao Yimu was silent for a while, and deliberately let Nick calm down before speaking: "If all heirs agree, you can abandon the inheritance, which is more beneficial to you."

Nick shook his head: "When my father borrowed money, my mother was the joint guarantor. It's meaningless to abandon it. It's all my family's debt." He looked at his watch, rubbed his face and said, "I have to go out, I'm going to be late, This concludes the story of Nick's brother."

"Do you want to talk to the bank?" Zhao Yimu picked up his coat and it was time to go home, "Do you need my help?"

"Help? Yes, how about buying a house and giving me a commission to make money?" Nick smiled and opened the door to let him go first

"No problem, I will let you make money." The rain stopped outside, the air was fresh and fresh, and Zhao Yimu's mood suddenly brightened.

I can continue to be friends with Nick, and the two of them have reached a consensus on what happened that night without talking about it, and all the knots stuck in my heart have been smoothed out.

"Where is the tutoring place?" Zhao Yimu asked, "Let me give you a ride along the way."

Nick put the flute case on his back and smiled: "No, it's very close. I ride faster."

"Hey, Nick." Zhao Yimu stopped him: "Come on."

Don't be knocked down by life, don't cover up the light on your body.

Nick turned around, raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly: "Don't worry, it's just a debt to pay back, I'm not afraid," he bounced and waved his hands and shouted: "Go back, goodbye."

Zhao Yimu stood where he was and watched him walk away until he disappeared.

that's nice

Back to the Nick he met during the trip, full of energy, calm and open-minded, full of enthusiasm and hope for life.

Zhao Yimu walked to his car, and just opened the door when Xiao Pei's phone call happened:

"Yimu, you didn't come home last night?"