The landlord is a subject

"release."

Zheng Jiaming tried to withdraw his hand, but failed, so he gave up struggling.

Fangzheng just grabbed him, didn't speak, stared at him coldly, there was still a little confusion after waking up in the corner of his eyes, he really fell asleep just now.

Zheng Jiaming was squatting halfway beside the sofa, his wrists were grabbed by the person lying on the sofa, and he couldn't move. He thought their current posture was funny, and their current relationship was also funny, but no one could laugh.

It's time to have a good talk, but Zheng Jiaming couldn't open his mouth.What will be the outcome of the conversation?he does not know.

Zheng Jiaming didn't even know what the result he wanted would look like.

Fangzheng clearly felt that Zheng Jiaming was distracted.At such a time, he would actually be distracted!Fangzheng moved his fingers angrily, and Zheng Jiaming's attention returned to him.

When the two pairs of eyes met, Fangzheng was stunned.He could only see the confusion and timidity in Zheng Jiaming's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel distressed. He couldn't speak the dialogue that had been rehearsed countless times in his mind.

"Jiaming, I..."

Fangzheng let go of Zheng Jiaming, and before he could rub his red wrist, he held his hand again, his fingers interlocked tightly.

"sorry."

Zheng Jiaming turned off the lights in the store, locked the door, and then walked to the bus platform step by step. There are quite a lot of night buses in the city, so it is very convenient to go back.

Fang Zheng was like a big dog with heels on his legs, following behind Zheng Jiaming without saying a word. When he came, he took a taxi. He was really unfamiliar with this place, and he followed Zheng Jiaming wherever he went.

Zheng Jiaming didn't know what to say, but he didn't want the matter between him and Fangzheng to be brought up in front of his parents, so instead of taking the car home, he walked into a nearby small restaurant, where he came occasionally for supper great place.

"What do you want?" The clerk and Zheng Jiaming were pretty familiar, so they didn't bother to say polite words.

"Two bowls of chicken noodle soup." Zheng Jiaming even compared to tidy up.

"...a total of 36, wait a minute."

The clerk gave Zheng Jiaming a strange look. After all, he came to eat alone every time, and when he saw Fang Zheng standing behind him, the clerk nodded knowingly.

Sitting silently, the atmosphere is very awkward, especially at this time, most people have gone to the snack street, and there are really not many people eating noodles.

Seeing that Zheng Jiaming didn't intend to speak, Fang Zheng wondered if he should say something to enliven the atmosphere, but the apology had just been finished, and there was no response—there was already a response, but Zheng Jiaming's silence and indifference were automatically suppressed by Fang Zheng. Ignore it, then take it as a response - now Fangzheng doesn't know what to say, it seems that it is really embarrassing to say it, and it is embarrassing not to say it.

When the atmosphere was so embarrassing that it was about to explode, the clerk came over with a plate.

"The chicken noodle soup for the two of you, use it slowly."

"Thank you."

Zheng Jiaming thanked him politely, and gave the clerk a smile, which promptly dispelled the low pressure just now.Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fangzheng put the shredded pork in his bowl into Zheng Jiaming's bowl very "considerately", and said softly, "Eat more."

Zheng Jiaming was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and the clerk who hadn't had time to go far was looking at them, dumbfounded.The two people's eyes collided with a kind of spark called "embarrassment", which was so fierce that it almost burned the whole store in an instant!

The clerk was also a person who had seen the world, and hurriedly returned Zheng Jiaming with a smile of "I don't understand anything, you brothers have such a good relationship", and rolled to the kitchen as if fleeing for his life.I don't know if Zheng Jiaming will be labeled with some strange label next time he comes here.

Zheng Jiaming would not make a dish that you put in, I would not eat it, and then take it back viciously or simply put it aside, he ate the whole bowl of noodles calmly, and finally drank the soup clean.

The essence of this store is in the soup, don't let it go to waste!

Fangzheng thought that Zheng Jiaming's attitude had softened after eating the food he picked up, but the fact was that Zheng Jiaming should eat and drink, and when he was full, he patted his ass and left, and he was still treated coldly.

Ashley!

Fang Zheng shouted in his heart - I was wrong!I've already apologized to you, you can beat me or scold you, I won't even frown, don't give me cold violence...

Zheng Jiaming walked in front, Fang Zheng followed behind, and the distance between one front and the other was about half a meter.Zheng Jiaming was annoyed by being followed, and he was about to reach the platform, how long did Fangzheng want to follow?Is it possible to follow him home? !

Fangzheng walked forward mechanically, and Zheng Jiaming stopped suddenly. He didn't pay attention, and almost stepped on the other person's foot, but luckily stopped the car in time.

"What's wrong?" Fangzheng asked anxiously when he saw Zheng Jiaming's eyes that had become vicious.

Zheng Jiaming took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down and said, "How long do you plan to follow?"

Fangzheng wanted to say, until you forgive me, until you are willing to return to my side, he felt that it might be a bit shameful to say this, before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zheng Jiaming.

"Do you still want to go to my house?"

Fangzheng didn't dare to speak up. Could it be that I have already been to your house?Ha ha, forget it.It was rare for Zheng Jiaming to get angry. It seemed that he had been aggrieved for too long. Fangzheng also knew it was his fault, so he just took it.

Zheng Jiaming saw that Fang Zheng was silent, trying to accommodate him, and became even more angry.What's the situation now, do you regard him as the object of willful tantrums, as if he is making trouble for no reason?

Forget it.

Zheng Jiaming didn't want to say anything more, it wasn't him.Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the phone rang, and it was his dad.

"Hey, Dad."

"Jiaming, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"Ah, I went to eat just now, and I'm waiting for the bus now, I'll be back soon."

"Oh, wait for the car..." Zheng's father was silent for a few seconds, Zheng Jiaming was about to hang up the phone, Zheng's father said, "Jiaming, Xiao Fang went to find you?"

"...?!"

"He came over during the day, we are not at home, Aunt Wang said."

"hold head high."

"Then, are you coming back together?"

"……hold head high."

"Ahem... That's it, hang up."

"Ang... ah, good."

Zheng Jiaming, who hung up the phone, hadn't recovered yet, all he could think about was that his parents knew about it, and they already knew about it.

Seeing Zheng Jiaming's distraught look, Fangzheng really wanted to hug him, but it was a pity that he was on the side of the road, so he could only hold Zheng Jiaming's shoulders and try to give him some support.

Zheng Jiaming glanced at Fangzheng, but said nothing.

The car is coming.

Zheng Jiaming got into the car first, swiped his card, and when it was Fangzheng's turn, he could only fumble around for his wallet under the eyes of the driver staring at him like a thief.

"Di!"

In the end, it was Zheng Jiaming who swiped the card.

The two sat in the back row, and Zheng Jiaming leaned against the window, looking at the street lights and street trees outside, in a daze.

It was very dark in the bus, Fangzheng stretched out his hand, and slowly took Zheng Jiaming's hand.Zheng Jiaming turned his head, and the two people's eyes met, one was a little gentle, the other a little wronged, and finally they were entangled together, and they couldn't tell each other apart.

Zheng Jiaming turned his head away, and continued to look at the light and shadows flashing outside, without pulling his hand back from the beginning to the end.

Zheng Jiaming has always liked the bus at night and the scenery outside the bus.

Tonight too.

The author has something to say:

Alas, the last point is so gentle, I really like it... Haha, I wrote about myself...