under the filth

At the end of October, after being busy for a while, Eisen began to skip work and be lazy again.Every day at home, I am not playing with cats, but I am studying recipes, and my life is very leisurely.Occasionally receiving new emails, Eisen would remember to look through the files and follow up the progress of the project.

During the day, there were suddenly more people in the family. It didn't make any difference to Tang Cen, but it just returned to the way of getting along in the early days of the relationship.Except that the places where he occasionally went out for a walk changed from various museums to dating places for couples, Tang Cen's daily life didn't change much, and even became more leisurely.

After that quarrel, Tang Cen no longer indulged Ou Peila so much. The sensitive kitten sensed a hint of danger and immediately shifted its target.For things that Tang Cen couldn't get here, he would go to Eisen to act like a baby and ask for it.

Tang Cen didn't get up at a fixed time in the morning, and sometimes he had to get up because he needed to add food and water to Opera Cun, but the relationship between Aisen and Opera Cen became more and more harmonious, and Tang Cen directly left this work to He slept peacefully until noon.

Instead of waking up early for work, Ethan canceled all alarms.But the biological clock can't be adjusted so quickly. When he wakes up every morning, Tang Cen and Opera Cake are usually still awake.

Eisen got up to make breakfast on the first day, but he wandered around the living room all morning without seeing the two guys in the room get up.When he woke up again later, he thought that he would have nothing to do when he got up alone, so he just hugged Tang Cen and slept until noon. Shake up, get up, wash up and have lunch.

Such a peaceful day lasted for half a month. If there was no accident, this kind of life might have continued until the arrival of Eisen's elder brother, Raymond Sterling.

The accident happened suddenly, and the two people who were unprepared were caught off guard, and almost brought the relationship between Tang Cen and Aisen back to the original point.

Tang Cen was still immersed in an illusory dream, continuing to deceive himself, fantasizing about his future life.And a person he has long forgotten, just like his father, shattered Tang Cen's dream with a transoceanic phone call, disrupting his life once again.

On Monday evening, Tang Cen was washing the dishes in the kitchen, Eisen went to the balcony to collect the sheets that had been dried in the morning, and Opera Cun, who had no one to play with, was lying on his back on the beanbag sofa, his soft body being pulled into a curve by the curvature of the sofa , the tip of the tail hanging in mid-air was shaking up and down.

Eisen tore the bed sheet off the clothes rail, and the overly long fabric was almost dragged to the ground. Eisen picked up the corner that was hanging down to his feet, rolled it up in a ball and hugged it in his arms.He walked back to the bedroom, shook out the crumpled sheets and smoothed them out, brushed off the creases on the top, and then pinched the corners of the sheets to fold them up.

After folding the sheets, Eisen went to the balcony to collect the remaining clothes.He was holding the clothes in his hands, and the sliding door of the balcony was just so wide open.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the balcony, plating a thin layer of gold on the light-colored tiles.A few pigeons flapped their wings and landed on the edge of the window, and their plump and stocky backs immediately attracted Opera Cair's attention.

Opera Chow jumped off the sofa, squatted by the crack of the door, and looked up at the pigeons.Those pigeons were also frequent visitors to Tang Cen's house. Ever since Tang Cen sprinkled a handful of rice on the balcony last time, these pigeons would come here to eat from time to time.

Tang Cen didn't sprinkle rice on the balcony today, the pigeons still flew down from the window, pacing back and forth on the ground.Opera Chow stared at the pigeon, hooked her claws in mid-air, and the sliding door that used to block its hunting footsteps was wide open, and the meat pad was scratched empty, not touching the cold glass.

Opera Clay prostrated on the ground, her round eyes were fixed on the nearest pigeon, and the tip of her tail was shaking slightly.The pigeon, not knowing that the danger was approaching quietly, still stood there, making "coo-coo" sounds from time to time.

Tang Cen turned off the faucet, put the washed bowls in the drainer basket, and the porcelain was knocked on the metal, making a crisp sound that overwhelmed the sound of Opera Chow's claws scratching the floor when he kicked his legs.

"Opera! Let go!" Eisen's shout came from behind Tang Cen accompanied by the sound of wings beating violently. He was so frightened that he threw away the hand towel and ran out of the kitchen in a hurry.But as soon as he got to the dining table, Tang Cen saw Eisen squatting on the balcony, trying to rescue the pigeon from Opera Chow's mouth.

As soon as Eisen came out of the bedroom, he saw Opera Bora, who was lying on the ground, pounced on the nearest pigeon.The rest of the pigeons scattered away when they saw their companions thrown to the ground.

The half-grown kitten held the pigeon's neck tightly in its mouth, and would not let go no matter how hard Eisen tried to break it off. From time to time, it let out a few warning growls from its throat.

One person and one cat were in a stalemate on the balcony, and no one was willing to let go first.

Looking at this scene, Tang Cen let out a "puchi" laugh.

Hearing Tang Cen's laughter, Eisen asked him helplessly, "Stop laughing, come and help me."

The pigeon held in Opella's mouth flapped its wings helplessly. Tang Cen saw how pitiful it was, and wanted to save it.

Just as Tang Cen walked into the living room, the mobile phone on the table rang untimely.Eisen was still waiting for him to come over to help, and before Tang Cen had time to see who the caller was, he pressed the answer button first.

After the call was connected, Tang Cen was about to speak when he heard an uncertain voice from the opposite side: "Brother?"

The voice was very strange, and it didn't match everyone Tang Cen knew, but it obviously belonged to an adult man, but that address, which he hadn't heard for many years, made Tang Cen's hand holding the phone tremble unconsciously one time.

That "brother" made Tang Cen suddenly have a terrible idea in his heart, but it was quickly dismissed.Tang Qian didn't know Su Yuqing at all, and it was impossible for him to know his current number. It couldn't be him...

Tang Cen kept comforting himself in his heart, and he couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

"I'm Tang Qian." The person on the other end of the phone seemed very happy when he asked, and there was a bit of joy in his voice.But when Tang Cen heard the familiar name, it was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and he felt cold all over his body.

This feeling seemed familiar, Tang Cen remembered that the last time he received such a call was when his father found out that he and Lu Sheng were living together, that was the beginning of all his nightmares.

"Bang—" The phone dropped his hand and hit the ground, making a loud noise.

"What's the matter!" Hearing the loud noise, Eisen and Opera Chow, who were tug-of-war on the balcony, stopped at the same time.In the next second, Eisen was the first to let go and rushed into the room, and Opera Culinary followed closely behind, trotting behind Eisen.

The pigeon that escaped from the tiger's mouth flapped its wings twice on the ground, but no one cared about its life or death.

Tang Cen stood with his head down, covering his face with his hands, covering all the expressions on his face.Seeing his appearance, Eisen's heart sank.

"Tang Cen? Tang Cen?" Eisen called out his name softly twice, and Opera Cen also called out twice, but Tang Cen, who was covering his face, shook his head in pain, and let out several suppressed moans from his throat. moan.

Not getting any information from Tang Cen, Aisen's eyes fell on the cell phone still lying on the ground.He heard Tang Cen answering the phone from the balcony. Although he didn't know what happened, it must have something to do with that call.

Eisen bent down and was about to pick up the phone when Tang Cen, who had been covering his face and not speaking, suddenly shouted: "Don't move!"

Opera Chow took a step back in fright, and Eisen's outstretched hand was also hanging in the air.He slowly withdrew his hand, straightened up, and looked at Tang Cen with those green eyes.

Tang Cen rubbed his eyes vigorously twice, and put down his hands that had been covering his face. The expression on his face was clear at a glance - mixed with horror and pain, and even a bit of remorse.

Eisen looked at the expression on his face, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, which was more uncomfortable than Tang Cen yelling at him to get out.

"I'll pick it up myself..." Tang Cen slowly bent his knees and squatted down, trying to pick up the phone that fell on the ground, but his trembling fingers couldn't grasp the smooth case of the phone.

I kept picking it up, sliding it down, and the phone fell to the ground repeatedly, making a few muffled beeps.The phone was lying on the ground, the screen was completely dark, and nothing could be seen except the flustered face reflected on the screen.

Tang Cen tried to pick up the phone again and again, but pushed it farther and farther, and finally rolled directly to Eisen's feet.

Eisen couldn't stand it anymore, but when he turned around, Tang Cen returned to his original trembling look.He leaned down to pick up the phone for Tang Cen, but Tang Cen suddenly knelt down on the ground, clutching the phone tightly in his hand.

Tang Cen's flustered appearance reminded Eisen of a person, and a strong sense of uneasiness lingered in his heart, "It's Lu..."

"It's not him!" Tang Cen knelt on the ground and roared, there were too many things mixed in that hoarse voice, but most of it was fear.

Eisen supported Tang Cen's shoulders and lifted him onto the sofa.Tang Cen grabbed his hand as if he had found the backbone, his cold fingers trembled, and he kept repeating: "It's not him, it's not him..."

It was the first time Opera Chow saw her master like this, she was so frightened that she hid under the sofa, only showing a pair of eyes.

Eisen pulled Tang Cenlou into his arms, stroked his stiff back and comforted him carefully, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

"It's my brother." Tang Cen grabbed the phone, buried his face in Aisen's shoulder, and gasped for breath.

Tang Cen rarely mentioned his younger brother, and Eisen couldn't think of what happened between them.

Eisen wanted to continue asking, but Tang Cen's state made him afraid to speak. He could only break the phone out of Tang Cen's hand and look through his call records.

The call lasted only a dozen seconds, and Tang Cen probably hung up the phone before the other party had time to say anything.

Eisen looked at the string of numbers that obviously came from China, and slowly restrained all the expressions on his face.