together for a moment

In fact, there is no difference in life after crossing the new year. Work, commute, eat and sleep, do what you should do, but there seem to be some essential differences. Another person has been integrated into life, some habits have been changed, some Ideas will influence each other, and some tacit understandings are slowly developed day and night.

Like most people, Zhao Yimu usually likes to have a little noise when driving, but he doesn't care much about what the noise is, he usually just tunes a radio, talk show or pop music.But since he became Nick's exclusive driver, Nick has been working as a DJ in the car. He has prepared a variety of tracks in the U disk. I have all the songs I play, and I will also do music review guides when I am interested, although most of the time I fall asleep after listening to it for less than 5 minutes.

He became Nick's financial advisor.

Zhao Yimu first listed the debts and properties of the Du family clearly. The debts are mainly the loans owed to the bank and the monthly expenses of paying for Du’s mother’s hospitalization. The property...basically nothing. The Du family’s savings were used to compensate for equipment, The factory building and customers are almost enough. Now the only asset is the small building, which is used as collateral for bank loans.

More than once, he thought about lending money to Nick to repay the debt first, but both of them are men, and Zhao Yimu was not sure if doing so would hurt each other's face or affect the relationship between each other. He just reminded Nick repeatedly that if there was any Just open your mouth about any difficulties, but Nick always smiles and doesn’t take it seriously. He always raises his eyebrows and smiles into his ear with a particularly evil smile, “Difficulties? I'm lonely and cold, do you want brother Owen to warm the bed?"

"I want to warm your bed every day." Zhao Yimu felt helpless when he thought of this. Living with his mother, he couldn't sleep out every day. He would see if he could find an excuse not to go home for ten days and a half.

However, Nick didn’t go home to sleep much this month. Mama Du’s cold hadn’t healed for a long time. Accumulated food caused her lungs to become inflamed. She had a fever for several days. Nick would go to the hospital to accompany her on days when she was not on duty at the radio station. Sleeping curled up on a small folding bed with legs stretched out is not very comfortable, but Nick is very happy, as if back in childhood, he can hug a quilt and nestle next to his mother, talk about the little things in life, and talk about those things Those who can't tell outsiders all confide in their mothers, and fall asleep amidst the whispers between mother and child.

Zhao Yimu recently accompanied Nick to the hospital quite frequently, so high that Mama Du finally saved him in her brain memory, and could call out Owen every time they met. She was very happy to meet a new friend in the hospital, and the two hit it off , Mama Du has an extra chat partner. When Zhao Yimu was a lawyer before, he practiced the ability to be a good listener.

And Zhao Yimu was able to discover Nick he didn't know from Du's mother, like he would beat himself on the head if he couldn't play the piano well; when he was young, his best friend was a tortoise at home, and he chatted with it every day when he came home from class; Nick, who seems to be unrestrained and unrestrained, is actually quite narcissistic. He spends 10 minutes taking a bath at home, and 7 minutes of it is looking in the mirror.

As the protagonist of the topic, Nick usually can’t get in the conversation. He slices fruit and serves tea, or sits on the bedside and massages his mother’s hands and feet. very beautiful.

Every time after seeing Mrs. Du in the hospital, Nick would send him out. If the sky was cloudless and rainless that night, they would walk around the riverside trail behind the hospital, spending the last short but precious time of the day, Leave it to each other.

This city is lucky, there are surrounding hillsides and a meandering river, constantly and silently guarded, providing a breathing space for ordinary people living in the world of luxury and money, walking on the river bank, impetuous emotions followed by troubled minds After rolling with the gurgling water, it can finally settle down slowly.

"It's very close to my school. When I was preparing for the bar exam with Comprehensive Training, we used to come here to run and exercise every day. I like it very much." Zhao Yimu lowered his head and covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, speaking His voice was muffled, which happened to be the trigger for recalling memories, "You know what? Ever since I went to India, every time I walk by the river, I always think of the Ganges."

"Hehe, I often think of the beautiful sunrise and the river bank," Nick put his hands in his pockets, and walked up and down to drive out the cold. He smiled softly when he thought of something, "I can't forget to bathe in the Ganges, That feeling of being bitingly cold and being redeemed at the same time, as people say, is painful and happy.”

Zhao Yimu's mind immediately popped up the picture of Nick bathing in the Ganges River in the morning light, lonely and stubborn, clean and firm.Zhao Yi used to be able to give a very clear reason for liking someone, maybe the other person is gentle and sensible and does not cause trouble, or maybe the other person is well-behaved, considerate and highly cooperative, but it is difficult for him to describe exactly what he likes about Nick, Nick is often beyond his imagination , is a person who is more serious about being himself than anyone else, but he just likes this person for no reason.

There were not many people walking by the river in winter nights. Zhao Yimu glanced left and right, leaned close to Nick and pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it firmly. He thought about the first time he met and walked together in a foreign country last year, and the mutual attraction ignited a crazy love affair. Meng, and later waved his sleeves to say goodbye, and finally met again in China. It was not easy to come together after thousands of mountains and rivers.

Zhao Yimu asked Nick in a low voice: "Do you remember the first time we held hands in Varanasi?"

"Remember," Nick squinted at him, snickering in a smug and triumphant way, "Someone wanted to hold hands but dared not say so. They used the excuse that they wanted to know how it feels to hold hands between Indian boys. In the end, I offered the invitation."

"Well, I will take the initiative in the future." Zhao Yimu took his hand generously, gave a loud sip on the back of his hand, covered his chest and announced loudly, "I have followed the scriptures in my previous life, and I will follow the scriptures in my future life. live for yourself."

"Don't be ashamed on the street!" Nick yelled and laughed, happiness was written on the corners of his eyes and brows, he wanted to pull his hand but couldn't pull it back, so he had to let Zhao Yimu lead him, "I found that your skin has grown thicker, why are you so excited now? Can you move your hands and feet?"

"Yes, I learned from you. Don't you just want to have fun in life?" Zhao Yimu stood still under a white street lamp, pulled Nick's shoulder and lowered his head to kiss. He took a walk between his lips and teeth, if he hadn't heard some faint footsteps talking on the embankment, he wouldn't have given up on it.

Nick pushed him away, with his face down slightly, and his mouth was smacking, but his eyeballs were looking at Zhao Yimu infinitely, and he pulled his scarf to the distance where he could bite his ear, and whispered like he was reciting a spell, which seduces the soul. Zhong said, "After a while, my mother's condition will be better, and you can come to my house to spend the night." After speaking, he smiled and helped him tidy up his scarf as if nothing had happened, clapped his hands and said, "It's late at night, you go home, I'll stay in the hospital tonight Accompany the bed."

Zhao Yimu stretched out his hand and twisted his face, reluctant to exert force, touched it again after twisting, and said, "Good night."

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when we drove back to the parking lot near our home. After a whole day of tossing, Zhao Yimu couldn't help but yawned when he locked the car door. His eyes were filled with mist. He rubbed his eyes and walked towards his house like a walking corpse. But someone shouted his name from behind: "Zhao Yimu!"

He turned his head, and saw a man standing in the dark through the mist in his eyes, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, shining orange sparks.

"Who?" Zhao Yimu immediately lost most of his sleepiness, and the voice seemed quite familiar.

"What have you been up to lately? Are you coming home so late?" Lin Zongpei came out from the darkness, his face under the streetlight was pale and stern, without the surprise of a chance encounter and without a smile.

"Zongpei?" Zhao Yimu looked at Lin Zongpei's car parked behind, confused: "Are you alone? Are you waiting for me here?"

"Today your mother suddenly invited Xiaopei to come and see my son." Lin Zongpei looked tired all over, only his eyes were shining, "I'll treat them to a meal, chat and take a walk, and then send your mother off go home."

"Oh, so that's the case. My mother is also true. If you want to see it, you can really tell me." Zhao Yimu smiled, "I'm sorry, but I will trouble you to send her back."

"You haven't answered me yet, what have you been up to lately? I see that you leave work on time every day, and why did you come home so late?"

Lin Zongpei stared at him and asked.

"It's nothing, it will be too late if you go shopping around." Zhao Yimu felt that Lin Zongpei had an inexplicable evil fire, "Are you tired? Go back and rest early when you are tired."

"I'm not tired..." Lin Zongpei squeezed a cigarette and threw it on the ground, stomped on it a few times with the toe of his shoe and then rushed up to grab his collar, "I'm so fucking angry!!"

Zhao Yimu was punched to the ground before he could finish his sentence, his jaw was so painful that his scalp was numb and his ears were buzzing. Before he could get up, Lin Zongpei pressed him on the ground and grabbed his collar to ask, his voice was so excited that his voice was fluttering "I ask you, where did you go tonight? Who the hell are you with?"

Zhao Yimu let him pull and shake without struggling, raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were calm, and said in a cold voice: "If you see something, you can explain it clearly. I'm with Xiao Du tonight. Why, where did you make trouble?" To you? Worth your anger?"

"Where did you offend me? Good question..." Lin Zongpei snorted and raised his hand to punch again. After Zhao Yimu blocked a few hands, his anger also burned. Lin Zongpei's arms were very difficult, and the result of a scuffle was that they could only pinch each other. Both of them could not move, panting heavily, like two red-eyed pit bulls.

"You, did you know that kid in India? Is that the photo in your wallet?" Every word Lin Zongpei said seemed to be squeezed out of the back molars, his forehead was bursting, his nostrils were open "What did I see on the river bank tonight!?"

Although he had expected it, Zhao Yimu's heart shrank when he heard this sentence. He didn't know whether he was more nervous or relieved at the moment. Maybe he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Yes, Du Shangpian is the backpacker Nick I met in India." Zhao Yimu raised the corner of his mouth inadvertently when he mentioned this name. In Lin Zongpei's eyes, it was a kind of provocation, "I am with him on the river bank tonight. Take a walk, I don't know what you see..."

Zhao Yimu calmly raised his head and looked at Lin Zongpei, fearlessly, "Anyway, no matter what you see, it's true."

"I'm sorry Zong Pei," Zhao Yimu smiled apologetically, "I like him very much."