The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

When Pu Yiyang returned home, he was surprised to find someone in the living room.

The man was sitting against the wall, motionless, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hands hanging by his sides, and his exposed arms had large, deep stains.The days in late autumn are short, and there is no light in the evening, and the man seems to have lost his voice, completely blending into the dark gray background.

Pu Yiyang was so frightened that he dropped the paper bag that he had been carrying all the way, and the sundries in it rolled all over the floor. He didn't even care to pick it up, and rushed over in a few steps.

Fortunately, the chest is still rising and falling, and the person is not dead.

Pu Yiyang's mood experienced ups and downs for a moment, and he clenched the cold arms of the man on impulse: "What's going on?"

"I want to repair the circuit." Xiang Hong said in a hoarse voice, he didn't shake Pu Yiyang's hand, but turned his face away slightly, "It can't be repaired."

It was only then that Pu Yiyang saw that the electric meter box above the man's head was open, and several red and blue wires were exposed, twisted and twisted like weeds.

He let out a sigh of relief.Now that the meeting was getting closer, and he had the time to take a second look, he was finally sure that the black lump on Mr. Xiang's hands was dust rubbed off during circuit repairs.

It's all because he's too lazy, he won't turn on the electric meter once in several years, it's not surprising that the dust is so accumulated that it can be buried in a little finger, and rubbed against Hongman's arm.

I don't know how he imagined that this person was blood spattered on the spot at home, obviously the living room only has the smell of dust accumulated over the years.

Pu Yiyang condemned his overactive brain cells, ordered the things in his chest to move more smoothly, and made a joke casually: "I didn't expect that Mr. Xiang would not be able to do something."

He thought that Xiang Hong would jump up and angrily refute him, or even beat him up, but he didn't expect that the man would still sit there stiffly, and a faint "en" came out of his nose.

This scared Pu Yiyang a lot.

He pondered over and over again whether it was "en" or "huh", and then thought, it's not right even if it's humming. When did Xiao Xiang only have one syllable response to his provocation.

"I'm joking," he regretted what he said just now. He wanted to adjust the atmosphere, but he completely suppressed the atmosphere. "Well, it's not a problem with the switch. It can't be fixed by anyone else. The building is limited in electricity, and I can't afford two new computers, so I bought an expansion box on the way back..."

As he spoke, he wanted to turn around and pick up the pile of things that had just been thrown to him on the ground.

The people on the ground grabbed him.

"You're right, I just can't do it," the hand clutching his sleeve trembled involuntarily, "There are many things."

From the last three words, Pu Yiyang heard endless self-blame and remorse, which made his chest tighter than the old ashes floating in the air.He knew, he knew a long time ago, from the moment he saw this man's back in the hospital corridor, he knew something had happened.This incident was an extremely heavy blow to the person in front of him, so heavy that this person no longer even maintained that impeccable glamorous body.For so many years, this person has stuffed his inferiority deep into the shell of pride, but now, the shell is broken.It was so broken that this person began to give up on himself, making the cleanliness himself so miserable.

He hadn't decided how to react, but he felt that his sleeves tightened, and the person opposite reached out and hugged him.

"I have nothing left." Xiang Hong whispered in his ear.

As usual, it would be impossible for Xiao Xiang to say such words of admitting defeat if he was killed.

Even Xiang Hong didn't know what happened to him.Probably because Pu Yiyang was never really afraid of him, no matter how badly he tried to provoke him, this person never really convinced him.In Pu Yiyang's heart, he has never been that little Mr. Xiang who is shining with gold and despises all beings.Unknowingly, intentionally or unintentionally, he had lost face in front of this guy, so he might as well do it one more time.

Especially, no matter how reluctant he was, and how much he yelled that it was bullshit, in the deepest part of his heart, he still knew that what Wu Zheng said was right.

"Do you know what the biggest mistake you made?" In the laboratory of FREE, at the end, Wu Zheng said to him, "Xiaohong, you always think that the world revolves around you. You think I do Everything about you is against you. But really, as I have told you time and time again, I never intended to see you as an enemy."

It's not that I didn't regard him as an enemy, but I never regarded him as an opponent.

This is all because he is too stupid.The black hand in the subway, the pursuer in the forest, the tracker hidden in Pu Yiyang's glasses.He thought that all these things were coming for him, that it was Wu Zheng who wanted to snatch the FREE from him, so he wholeheartedly wanted to defeat Wu Zheng, take the FREE back and hold it in his hands.As for why Wu Zheng wanted to target Pu Yiyang?He naturally took it for him.Just because he cared about Pu Yiyang, Wu Zheng followed suit.Now that I think about it, it was a joke.

Wu Zheng was right.He only saw himself in his eyes, and he identified the enemy in his own words, and he chose his allies presumptuously.If he could have paid more attention to the people around him, he should have seen that Ah Chun had already half-heartedly, and Dajing's health problems had already appeared early.How long ago was it?According to Cao Yicong's experience, he is the star of the voyage, right?That night, in order to meet him, the two went to the vicinity of the star of the voyage.He didn't even ask what happened to them that day.How many times after that, he thought he was absent-minded when he saw Dajing, but he didn't ask any more questions, asking Dajing if there was something unspeakable.If he could have seen the big scene a few more times, his stupid brother might not have suffered such a big crime at all.

He lost outright, and the overgrown arrogance of these years clogged his brain, making him truly a fool who only knew how to run rampant.

"You are as weak as you were ten years ago. Xiaohong, if you continue like this, you will not be able to achieve great things."

Wu Zheng leaned over to him and stretched out his hand, seemingly trying to pull him up, but in reality, he gave him a fatal blow again and again, just like in the forest that year.

yes.He is afraid of the dark, afraid of blood, dare not shoot, dare not kill his enemy.

He can't even protect the person he wants to protect.

That's why he is like this now, kneeling in the dust on the ground, useless, with nothing...

Like a stray dog.

A hand was placed on his back and patted lightly.

"Who says you have nothing?" said the man, "I'm not, well, I'm still here."

After Pu Yiyang said this hesitantly, a little embarrassment sprouted in his heart.

He understood Xiang Hong's sadness, and he didn't need to force Xiang Hong to tell what happened.He understood the feeling of being crushed by reality and on the verge of collapse. He thought that there would be such a day for Xiang Hong, but how much he hoped that this day would never come.

The only thing he can do now is to try his best to pick up the man's shattered confidence and make up for it.

In order not to sound too presumptuous, he added after he had said the words: "Even if I'm not qualified to be the boss' friend, at least, uh, I'm a roommate now?"

The hands around his waist tightened even more.

This person doesn't know whether he wants to suffocate him first, or suffocate himself, or is planning to die together. In short, he put his head on his shoulder, holding him tightly and refusing to let go.

After an unknown amount of time, the man was finally willing to say, "Don't leave me."

Hearing these words, it was actually sticky and wet, just like the touch of his own neck, Pu Yiyang almost felt that his heart was also sticky, and he stuck to the front breastbone tightly, and continued to drill out , seems to break out and run to another person.

Fuck me, calm down, this traitor thing that wants to be presumptuous when given a little sunshine.

He spent a lot of effort, trying to get back that joyful heart, otherwise he would not be able to hide any small things.

"Promise you won't leave, even if you drive me away," he solemnly swore, "Mr. Xiang, if I go out through this door, I'll have to sleep on the street."

Xiang Hong let out a hoarse low laugh.

"With your sleeping appearance, I'm afraid you will scare the drivers on Shitiao Street to death when you go outside." He snorted, "Don't expect me to wipe your butt for you."

This is the default, even sleeping on the street?Still wipe, wipe your ass?

Pu Yiyang analyzed the profound meaning of Mr. Xiang's words with horror, and felt that the work done by this little heart's ten-meter trampoline movement was converted into heat, which not only occupied the cheeks, but also rushed to the limbs. go.

Fortunately, Xiao Xiang let him go in time.

Xiang Hong brushed up his slightly messy hair, and his movements returned to his usual coquettish and elegant style, and he came back together with his usual bossy orders: "Go and install the expander."

He thought that he would order the Venerable Master, but he obediently obeyed. Pu Yiyang resigned himself to his fate and got up and started working as an electrician.

When the light was restored, he turned around and looked around, only to find that there was no one in the living room.

"You are really barren," Xiang Hong's voice came from the kitchen, "Don't tell me you usually cook everything in one pot."

Pu Yiyang watched the man come out carrying a cauldron, and forgot to speak for a while.

Mr. Xiang tied up his hair, washed his hands, and carried a pot he took out from his kitchen, as if he was going to wash his hands to make soup.

He rubbed his eyes uselessly.

Xiang Hong didn't even look at him, and was still staring at the pot with disdain, as if if he stared a few more times, it would be able to strengthen and transform itself: "Forget it, I guess you will only use it to cook instant noodles. Let's do it tomorrow." Buy new ones."

After speaking, the man reluctantly went back with the pot.

This ghost boss can still cook?

Until a bowl of curry prawn noodles was placed in front of him, Pu Yiyang still couldn't accept this fact.

The curry is the instant Thai curry he bought, the shrimp was stuffed into the refrigerator by Wu Xuechun last weekend, and the noodles are the udon he just bought from the supermarket today.

"Aren't you hungry? I heard your yelling just now." Xiang Hong sat down cross-legged in front of him with another bowl, and pointed to his stomach. "I have something to do after eating, so I don't have time to eat with you tonight." Supper."

Pu Yiyang rubbed his stomach, it was empty, but he couldn't help feeling guilty that what Xiang Hong just heard was actually his heartbeat.

Unexpectedly, the taste of this side is quite worthy of its appearance.

"You can even cook." He admired Mr. Xiang from the bottom of his heart.

Xiang Hong stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and showed that expression of "this is not worth mentioning at all, but I am very pleased with you, please praise me more", maybe the movement was a little too big to touch the wound, his face froze for a moment .

Before Pu Yiyang realized what he was doing, he raised his hand.

Five fingers closed on the thin cheeks, and lightly, the fingertips brushed the swollen corners of the mouth and browbones.

"Does it hurt?" It was too late to retract his hand this time, Pu Yiyang could only ask something stupid.

Xiang Hong slightly turned his head away, but he didn't completely shake off his hand, with "This is no nonsense" written all over his face, but he still said: "It's nothing."

Faced with Mr. Xiang's stubbornness, Pu Yiyang bowed down.

"Why don't I feed you." Feeling that the skin on the palm was burning rapidly, his vicious molesting spirit emerged again, "It's reciprocal."

Naturally, he was referring to Xiang Hong's behavior in the FREE staff cafeteria.

Xiang Hong looked at him in astonishment.

After a few seconds, Mr. Xiang actually said, "Okay."

He grabbed Pu Yiyang's hand resting on his cheek with his backhand, clasped it tightly, and moved his face forward in cooperation.

Pu Yiyang trembled with his hands holding the chopsticks, and suddenly realized that after the broken jar across from him, he seemed to have lost his only advantage—thin skin.

The four eyes meet, the crosses are clasped tightly, and the time is passing by every minute and every second.

Just when Pu Yiyang was about to throw his chopsticks to admit defeat, the man on the opposite side spoke first.

"Did you not wash your hands just now?" Xiao Xiang always yelled without poise, as if he had seen a fly fall into the bowl, "Go wash your hands!"

To prevent his ass being kicked, Pu Yiyang consciously fled to the kitchen, grinned unconsciously while washing his hands, smiled, and secretly pinched his churning heart.