miss a useless name

23.

Devil Rose is a high-end western restaurant. It is not open to the public. It only entertains famous figures in the circle. Without certain net worth, you can't get in at all.

Therefore, as soon as Yu Yan entered the door, he attracted the attention of others.

He looked too out of place, the men here were in suits and leather shoes, and the women's skirts were flying, and there was only one word "expensive" from top to bottom.

On the other hand, Yu Yan, a simple white T, casual pants, and a pair of canvas shoes with magic buckles.The trousers were tightened at the ankles, and the exposed skin looked very white under the cold light and shadow of the restaurant, like smooth and delicate porcelain, as if it could be held with one hand.

The right hand was injured, and the backpack could only be carried on one shoulder, hanging on the thin shoulder, creating a fragile aesthetic.Formal attire is usually required in this kind of place, and it is obvious that someone has greeted him in advance.

In the upper class, there is money and money, and men and women play around. Here, no one cares about money, because everyone has it.What they value is whether they are good enough to take out, and whether they are healthy or sick.

Obviously, Yu Yan dressed as a student appears here, no doubt like a little white rabbit who has strayed into the territory of jackals, the key is that the clean and pure things on him are too precious, and he is always tempting these wolves, tigers, and leopards to rape| Play.

They watched helplessly, and saw the woman behind him whispering a few words to the waiter, and then they were invited to the box on the second floor.

Rich people are also divided into different classes, and this restaurant is the best embodiment. Most people are only qualified to eat on the first floor, and those who can go to the second floor are really unaffected.

The spectators looked back one after another.

Twenty minutes later, a man in a black suit pushed the door in. He was handsome, sharp, with vaguely wild eyes.He seemed to be a frequent visitor here, and as soon as he entered the door, he was respectfully invited to the VIP elevator by the waiter, and went straight upstairs.

·

"Yanyan." Cheng Shen came in and closed the door, unbuttoned the two buttons of his suit and handed it to Zhao Fei: "Sorry, the road is a bit congested."

Yu Yan smiled at him, his eyes were full of tenderness: "It's okay, safety first."

Cheng Shen's hair was all brushed back, exposing his forehead, and his facial features were already three-dimensional. This style looked more refined and capable, and a casual glance gave him a compelling aura.But when he looked at Yu Yan, he was close, like melting snow, dripping with greasy water.

"How is today?" Cheng Shen asked, although he had been listening to Zhao Fei's real-time report all day, he still wanted to hear Yu Yan himself say, "Did you take your medicine on time?"

The tea was prepared early in the morning, and Yu Yan shared a cup with him, obediently: "I've eaten all, the water has been hung up, and the rice has been eaten, so don't worry about it."

Cheng Shen laughed at him, then turned to praise Zhao Fei: "Good job, I'll give you a big red envelope at the end of the month."

Zhao Fei was not polite, after all, she made money by her skills.She picked up the handbag in the corner, ready to say goodbye and leave: "Mr. Cheng, I gave Brother Yan the car keys, you can ask him for it."

"Well," Cheng Shen nodded, "Don't take the subway, take a taxi, and I'll reimburse you."

Zhao Fei was happy now: "Thank you Mr. Cheng!" After she turned around and went out, she remembered something when she was holding the handle: "By the way, Ms. Qin is waiting for your reply. I sent you a WeChat message."

Cheng Shen was stunned for a moment. He had a meeting all day, and his phone was silent all the time. He forgot to turn it back before he left.

"Qin Yun contacted you?" Cheng Shen took out his phone to check.

Zhao Fei replied: "No, I met Miss Qin in Central City this afternoon. She asked me to tell you that 'Yunshang' has agreed to cooperate."

Cheng Shen's hand poking on the screen froze for a moment. The message Zhao Fei sent was only two lines, but he paused for a minute as if he couldn't understand it.Then she raised her head slowly: "It's such a coincidence, what else did she say?"

Zhao Fei recalled and told the truth: "Miss Qin said that you can make up for the meal you owe her."

Cheng Shen smiled inexplicably, and immediately said: "Okay, I understand. You go back first, and contact Mr. Qin for me tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. When you go out, tell the waiter that the food can be served."

After Zhao Fei left, the box became much quieter.

What Yu Yan held in his hand was a 4-figure glass, and what was soaked in it was not a rare thing, it was also lemonade at home.He took a sip and said lightly: "That Miss Qin is very beautiful."

Cheng Shen was unbuttoning his cuff buttons, and when he heard this, he glanced over, like a cat catching a mouse: "I've known you for so many years, and this seems to be the first time I've heard you praise a woman for being beautiful."

"I'm telling the truth." Yu Yan put down the glass: "I heard Feifei said that she is of mixed race?"

"Well, Chinese-American mixed race."

"Which school did you graduate from?"

"Harvard or Yale? I forget."

"How old is she?"

"25."

"At this age, you're not married yet..." Yu Yan asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Tsk," Cheng Shen folded his arms in dissatisfaction, and shook his head: "Why are you asking so much, have you fallen in love with him?"

Yu Yan shrugged: "I'm gay."

Cheng Shen lowered his arms, propped his elbows on the table, and leaned forward.He is tall and long, almost close to Yu Yan: "You are not purely gay, you used to say that you had a crush on a little girl in kindergarten."

Yu Yan didn't hide, and simply put his hands on the table, shortening the distance in the middle to close to zero.He is seductive, his eyes are full of water vapor, reminiscent of the thick clouds and mist in the mountains, but his tone is so frivolous: "Are you purely gay?"

Cheng Shen didn't answer him, and stretched out his hands to press the back of the neck that made people commit crimes, and had a good time.

He was suppressing unreasonable emotions, but he was actually being pulled by a thread in his heart, and it didn't feel right to pull on either end.

The kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door, and the waiter came in with appetizers.

Yu Yan blushed, from neck to cheeks were covered with powder.

The waiters have been in and out of this kind of occasion many times, and they have long been used to the strangeness. They put down their things and exited, and they didn't turn their eyes away from other places except the dinner plate.

After such an interruption, no one continued the previous topic.

Cheng Shen picked up the knife and fork: "Their butter chicken crisp box here is delicious, try it soon."

Yu Yan's lips were flushed red, he ignored him, picked up a spoon and drank the French soup first.

After a few sips, Cheng Shen picked up the champagne on the table and clinked glasses with him: "Go one?"

Yu Yan had no choice but to put down the spoon to drink, the glasses collided with a very light and crisp sound.After taking a sip, he sighed, "Capitalism!"

Cheng Shen teased him: "I will take you to engage in socialism next week."

Yu Yan became interested: "What?"

Cheng Shen suffocated his stomach, "It's a food stall."

Yu Yan kicked him under the table.

After finishing an exquisite western meal, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.The reason why he ate so slowly was that Yu Yan couldn't handle a knife and fork with one hand, and was served by Cheng Shen the whole time, as if he couldn't take care of himself.

After drinking, Cheng Shen had no choice but to find a substitute driver.The restaurant arranged for them to wait in the VIP lounge, overwhelmed with alcohol, nestled on Cheng Shen's shoulders, drowsy.

Cheng Shen sat there expressionless, his face still grim.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated in his pocket.

Yu Yan seemed to be affected, and frowned softly.He really couldn't drink, his face turned red after a few cups, and his stomach was burning hot.

Cheng Shen didn't check right away, but raised Yu Yan's face to look at his situation: "Yanyan, are you feeling unwell? I'll be home in a while, and I'll make honey water for you when I get back."

Yu Yan nodded unconsciously, not knowing if he understood or not, relying on Cheng Shen to fall asleep again.

Three minutes later, Cheng Shen clicked on the message.

The light in the lounge was soft, but the contrasting screen was too glaring.After reading the text message, Cheng Shen's eyes seemed to fluctuate, and then, the two ends of the balance began to swing up and down.

Weighing, weighing, silent calculations.

Finally, one side overwhelmed the other.

When the surrogate driver arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, Cheng Shen directly carried Yu Yan out, got into the car, and in the back seat, Yu Yan curled up on Cheng Shen's lap, confused.

Cheng Shen's hand rested on Yu Yan's shoulder at first, then slowly moved down, stroking along the beautiful lines to the side of the waist, and touched the flat belly.

Feeling it, he couldn't help laughing, remembering yesterday's joke, saying that there are many sons hidden in his stomach.

After arriving home, Cheng Shen hugged Yu Yan to the sofa, made him a glass of honey water to soothe his hangover, and watched him feed him.

Yu Yan struggled to raise his head from his chest, raised his face to kiss his Adam's apple, like a sacrificial offering, his waist was bent, his neck was elongated, wrapped in boundless longing.

"Wash... take a bath..." Yu Yan couldn't speak very well, but soon softened up.

Cheng Shen knew that he liked to be clean, so he filled the bathtub with water when he entered the door, and took him to take a bath now.Yu Yan's wine is good, if he drank too much, he would just sleep without making noise, Cheng Shen wiped him dry and washed him, changed his pajamas, and put him on the bed like a baby.

After finishing all this, he bent down and kissed Yu Yan's forehead.In the darkness, silently staring at his peaceful sleeping face.

Cheng Shen leaned close to Yu Yan's ear and whispered softly, "Yanyan..."

Yu Yan answered him in a daze.

Cheng Shen said: "The company has some urgent matters to deal with, so I have to go."

Yu Yan opened his eyes with difficulty, stretched out his hand from the quilt, and was immediately held by Cheng Shen: "It's so late..."

"Well, there is no way." Cheng Shen pulled the back of his hand and kissed: "Go to bed first, don't wait for me."

With the strength of drinking, Yu Yan dared to show a little temper and complained: "...It's so annoying, when will you come back?"

"I won't be coming back tonight, I'm at the company, and I'll go to work directly tomorrow morning." After speaking, he pulled out his hand and tucked the quilt up for Yu Yan: "Sleep, be obedient."

Yu Yan hid his face under the quilt, vaguely heard the sound of footsteps fading away, and felt that the light in the living room was moving away from him.Then the door closed gently.

He couldn't say why, but he felt as if he was losing something, something very important to him.

·

The next day Yu Yan was woken up by the phone ringing.

He was lying on his back on the bed, and he could only turn over to the left side after the fracture. After a long time, his arm hurts. Cheng Shen couldn't understand it. He turned him over when he was fast asleep. Don't move any more.

I guess I had drunk enough wine last night, and the half night was extended to the whole night.

"Hello," Yu Yan closed his eyes and asked hoarsely without looking at the caller name, "Who is that?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at the time, and said in shock: "Teacher Yu, are you still sleeping?!"

Yu Yan could tell who was on the other end of the phone, the little assistant assigned to him by the literature website, who usually checked manuscripts, sorted out materials, and ensured that all kinds of information were delivered to him in a timely manner.

"Well," Yu Yan pinched the bridge of his nose: "I slept late yesterday, what's wrong?"

The junior assistant graduated from the Chinese Department, 24 this year, and her name is An Ning.She has been with Yu Yan for nearly a year, and she has basically figured out her master's temper. She doesn't like to talk, show up, or show off.

At the beginning of this year, the website called writers from various stations to hold a get-together in Block A of Jinding, Beicheng. The six-figure venue in one night attracted all those literary workers who usually don't eat the fireworks of the world.

There are nearly 4 contracted writers on the site, and more than 350 people whose works have paid more than 330 yuan. About 20 people attended the scene. Yu Yan is one of the remaining [-] mysterious people.

When others were partying all night in the top luxury hotel in the northern city, flirting with each other, and turning around among all kinds of bigwigs and executives like courtesans, he was spending New Year's Eve with Cheng Shen at Mao's house.

An Ning sighed: "Teacher Yu, the website editor can't contact you, let me inquire about the situation."

Regarding work matters, Yu Yan suddenly became sober: "Looking for me? My manuscript was handed in yesterday."

"That's Mr. Yu," An Ning said, "The cover and layout of the content have already been determined by the publishing house. You have read it and it's no problem. You can start printing your new account when it's handed in. Due to the space, it is divided into upper and lower parts. Two volumes, your book is so popular this year, the pre-sale has already exceeded 1, but the first batch can only be released in an amount of [-], and the second batch will have to wait for an extra month, so the editor would like to discuss it with you, can you Hold a book signing event and treat it as a reward to the readers.”

Yu Yan paused: "...signing event?"

"Ah, yes." An Ning wiped off her sweat: "You are very popular now, but you never show up in public, and it makes readers think so hard."

"How many games are you going to play?"

An Ning was visibly relieved on the other end of the phone: "The editor said, if you agree, let the publishing house hurry up and make an extra [-] copies for the signing, which will not affect the pre-sale readers. The show is tentatively scheduled for one month. The field, depending on the level of the field, whether to add it or not.”

That means that if the signing will not respond well, this is the only one.

"What about the time?"

An Ning said, "About mid-September."

Yu Yan pondered for a moment, and gave a response: "Let me think about it and give you an answer later today."

Hang up the phone when you're done.

Yu Yan held the edge of the phone against his chin. He loved reading and writing since he was a child, and his teachers used the essays he wrote in school as demonstrations. What he longed for most in his absurd dream was to compile those words into a book one day.

He has published two books, one is called "Mountain and Field" and the other is called "Tacit Understanding".The latter reacted more strongly than the former, and after three chapters were serialized, it was topped on the headlines of Literature.com.

He doesn't want to be overexposed, and a writer should maintain a certain sense of mystery.With too many lenses and too many gazes, readers will not be able to tell whether they love the book or the author.

Some people may find this point of view strange. All books are written by authors, so what’s the difference?But Yu Yan believes that words are words, and people are people. He hopes that readers will pay more attention to the world he writes, rather than himself.

But An Ning is right in saying that the signing event is not only for making money in public, but also to express gratitude to the readers who support her. It is a kind of feedback.

Yu Yan was a little shaken, he has always valued affection, he is grateful for any contribution, and will give an equal amount in return.

After being silent for a while, Yu Yan glanced at the time, it was past eleven o'clock, no wonder An Ning was so shocked.

He propped himself up and sat up, remembering that he was drunk last night, turned his head to look at the other half of the bed, the bed was neat and untouched, and remembered that Cheng Shen's company had something to call him back in the middle of the night.

What's the matter, I have to deal with it if I don't sleep in the middle of the night.

Yu Yan curled his lips towards the empty bed, this is a small emotion that he would not show in front of Cheng Shen, very much like him when he was 17 years old, he would be awkward, lose his temper, and make naughty faces because of Cheng Shen's words.

He got up and cleaned himself up, and took the rice cooker to wash rice and cook.

Last night, he declined the offer to let Zhao Fei take care of him until the plaster cast was removed, and promised that he would eat well at home, and boasted that Haikou was awesome for shaking a spoon with one hand.

The fact is that the dishes are so difficult to wash, too much oil is put in, and it is difficult to even turn the pot with a clumsy left hand.

It was getting closer to the end of the tossing, Yu Yan took a picture of lunch and sent it to Cheng Shen, and took the tablet to find a movie to watch.

He felt that something was missing today. When the WeChat notification sounded, he realized that Cheng Shen hadn't sent him a message, let alone called him. He had Zhao Fei to accompany him yesterday and he had to keep caring. Instead, he was left out in the cold?

He was too familiar with this feeling. During the half month of the Cold War, and even a long period of time before the Cold War, Yu Yan had been living in this kind of life.So much so that the sweetness of the past two days dilutes all the previous hardships, and he almost forgot what it was like when Cheng Shen was busy and ignored him.

The WeChat message was sent by Cheng Shen. It was not a text, but a 200 yuan red envelope with the note: "meal money".

Immediately afterwards, he replied: "I am so busy that I just sat down now, and I want to eat the meal you cooked."

The cloud in Yu Yan's heart immediately dissipated: "I'll make it ready tonight and wait for you to come back."

After posting, Yu Yan found An Ning's WeChat and typed a line: "Just do as you wish, but ensure the printing quality."

The author has something to say:

The two doctrines mentioned in the article are purely ridicule, and it does not mean that capitalism is good and socialism is bad!Thanks!

Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, red envelopes will be randomly dropped in the comment area, if anyone reads it, hee hee.