Nouveau riche love story

Chen Jing'an is 28 years old this year. He graduated two years ago with a master's degree and a doctoral degree. He is working as an orthopedic doctor in a tertiary hospital.I have made two or three friends, and they all get together and part ways, and they end up without a problem.

His private life is not chaotic. If it wasn't for the hotel and the confused and unconscious Wang Xiaochen wearing a wild wolf mask last time, he should be considered a clean man and has no friends with sex.

But men are animals that think from the lower body. If the relationship between you and a person starts from the physical body and the mutual experience is quite satisfactory, then it is difficult to not move your mind when you see this person again.

He took a box of necessary covers and lubricant from the cabinet and stuffed it under the pillow at the head of the bed.

In all fairness, the boy sitting on the sofa holding a book of mountains and seas is indeed to his taste.

Frowning slightly, she dragged her cheek with one hand and turned the pages of the book with the other, like a cute cat who was not aloof or arrogant at all.

Chen Jing'an sent a cup of books over, and took a color-printed Shan Hai Jing from the bookshelf next to him and handed it to him.

"Look at this, this should be easier to accept."

Wang Xiaochen was distressed by his limited general ability and read the half-understood classical Chinese texts. With this illustrated translation version, it is like a treasure.

"Thank you." He took the water with a sweet smile and took a sip.

Sweet, with a little honey.

Wang Xiaochen raised his head and saw that the corners of Chen Jingan's mouth were peeling, so he said, "When Dr. Chen drinks water, add some chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum tea is very effective for the corners of the mouth."

Chen Jing'an nodded, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes, which Wang Xiaochen described as loyal, were a little dark. How could he, an adult, not understand such hints.

Wang Xiaochen didn't pay attention to it. After saying this, he lowered his head again and looked at the book in his hand.

"From the map, our current location should belong to the fourth volume, Eastern Mountain Classic. There are many vegetation, fish, and abundant minerals."

Chen Jing'an ignored it, moved his fingers slightly, and was about to touch Wang Xiaochen's thigh.

At this moment, the child suddenly lifted the book, with an excited smile on his face, "I never thought that Dr. Chen would like to copy these paintings on books when you were young."

Some of the pencil lines in the book are crooked and crooked compared to the drawings of the human head and the dragon body. At first glance, it looks like a child's graffiti.

Chen Jing'an smiled embarrassedly.

Wang Xiaochen said: "I also loved this when I was a child. I always thought it was a great thing to be able to draw a good illustration. After inspiration, I will grow up to be an illustrator. Although now..."

On that night with hailstorms outside, although they didn't talk about life philosophy from poetry and poetry, Chen Jing'an was led by the nose with the one-night stand he wanted to communicate with "in-depth", talking about life, ideals, and how middle-aged and elderly people take care of themselves. ...

Until later, when he almost aroused the idea of ​​wanting to be with the ancient Buddha with a green lamp, the power went out!

Shinan District almost stopped in a city. The frightening thing is that when these two entered the door, one picked up a book and the other was a fool preparing "assistant tools". Neither of them thought of charging their mobile phones.

Wang Xiaochen took out his mobile phone in horror, oh my god!18% battery left.

"Doctor Chen, do you have a lot of battery in your mobile phone? Or, turn on the flashlight?"

Chen Jing'an glanced silently, "20%".

Wang Xiaochen was discouraged, "It's about the same as me, but it's still a waste of electricity."

Chen Jingan patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, don't worry, I should have a few candles here.

As he spoke, he bent down by the light of his mobile phone, and took out a round wax box lighter from the drawer of the coffee table.

It was a pink scented candle, and shortly after the wick was lit, it gave off a faint, fresh peach scent.

Under the incandescent lamp, the two people who had a good chat with you and me are now sitting on the sofa, looking at the scented candlelight on the table, the atmosphere is a little ambiguous and awkward.

Wang Xiaochen rubbed the pages of the book, feeling that he couldn't keep quiet like this, so he casually thought of a question: "Hey, when we were eating downstairs, the pure music was very nice, do you know what it's called?"

"A Beloved"

"Ah? Oh..."

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Forget it, our cell phones are out of battery."

I have a tablet, and this song happened to be on it. He said, he pulled out the tablet and played the music.

The extremely clear music poured out, as if separated from the world outside where the hail was crackling.

The pink wax held a little soft yellow light, illuminating a small piece of light, as if using this light to circle a small field.

The light shone on the faces of the two men, one had sharp edges and corners, the other was warm and fresh, the other had sword-like eyes, and the other had eyes like autumn water, both of them were killing people invisible.

Chen Jing'an touched the book on Wang Xiaochen's lap: "I can't read it now, I'll put it back on the bookshelf first."

Wang Xiaochen shied away, "Let me do it."

As he spoke, he stood up, leaned slightly, and put the book on the shelf next to Chen Jingan. Just then, the phone rang, and he pressed it to answer it.

"Hey Chenchen, are you home yet? It's raining so much outside."

"Oh not yet."

When Wang Xiaochen got up, he realized that Dr. Chen's bookshelves were arranged regularly. According to the code, this "Shan Hai Jing" should be placed on the top row.

Because Chen Jing'an was separated, when putting the book down, I had to touch my toes.

It was so easy to make a phone call with one hand and put the book in with the other. With the tiptoes resting, one was unstable, and the whole person fell down in a dog-eat-shit posture, throwing Dr. Chen, who was sitting beside him, into the sofa...