Refraction

Zheng Yi heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Chen Gong being bluffed by him.

Chen Gong did not speak, but silently lit his cigarette.Zheng Yi saw it in his eyes, and he could clearly figure out Chen Gong's embarrassment of pretending to be calm: "Chen Gong——" Zheng Yi suddenly called his name in a wicked way, trying to force him to look at him: " Don't you feel disgusted? It's fine to be missed by a man, but to be missed by me—the person you dislike the most, isn't it particularly uncomfortable for you? "

Chen Gong smoked without speaking, his eyes only met with Zheng for a second and then moved away.

"But you are handsome, talented, and you look... so strong!" Zheng Yi breathed out: "——so I fell in love with you——I revealed my thoughts today because I am stupid , the play is not good... You don’t need to be burdened and don’t answer me, just pretend it didn’t happen; as for me, I just pretended that I was broken in love, and I won’t bother you anymore—but since I said it, then I Just please stop arguing with me... People like me are tired, so aren't you tired?"

Chen Gong continued to smoke without speaking.

Zheng Yi didn't intend to take any responsibility for the temporary excuse.

Saying "I like you" will not lose a piece of meat, and if Chen Gong scolds him as "disgusting", he should no longer be entangled in the issue of "Why did you lie to me to live in my room".

Zheng Yi walked past Chen Gong, took off his suit from the hanger, and scribbled away the suitcase.

Chen Gong was leaning on the table over there, smoking a cigarette——Zheng Yi didn't know what he was thinking.

There is no need to know what he is thinking; anyway, such a thunder is thrown to him, it will take him a while to digest it.

After packing up his things, Zheng Yi went out to 1205 with his suitcase. When he turned around, Chen Gong smashed something over.

When Zheng turned around, it was the few cheap cigarettes left in the pack.

When picking it up, Chen Gong said coldly, "Let's smoke it." Zheng nodded, and went back to the next door with the tattered cigarette case in his hand.

After returning to the room, Zheng Yicai felt terrified, feeling as if he had escaped from the jaws of a beast by chance.

——Evidently, the room card and ID card were both stuffed into the hole in the inner pocket, so how could they fall out of the suit?

Zheng Yi threw away the suitcase casually, and checked the suit: this time, it was the hem interlayer of the clothes that came off the thread.

Zheng Yi felt that it was really absurd—has the hundred-year-old brands now fucking reduced to this level of quality?Feeling a heat on his forehead, Zheng Yi threw his coat heavily on the ground and stomped on it a few more times.

I didn't vent my anger after stepping on it, so I picked it up and threw it again.

The suit jacket lay on the ground lazily in a "what can you do with me" attitude, and a thread swayed leisurely in the air for a long time before slowly landing on the ground.

Zheng Yi was so angry that he couldn't breathe well due to the suit, and after Dangkong waved his fist for a while, he slammed the wall hard.

— except for hand pain, nothing happened.

Zheng Yi lay down on the bed, took off his socks and trousers with a mournful face, and reflected on himself, and gradually felt that what Qiu Mang said was true—even if he had a lot of dramas, he would not feel the boundary between him and others, and arbitrarily have nothing to do with others. Pointless curiosity and pointless pity.

Zheng Yi felt that in the final analysis, he was an idiot.

In fact, what Qiu Mang said was not only right—Zheng Yi pondered for a while, and felt that he really wanted to show his presence in front of Chen Gong; People who have no interest in themselves become unconvinced—they have really become the protagonists of "garbage literature".

When he "confessed" to Chen Gong just now, Zheng Yi listed three points of his approval of Chen Gong: one is handsome, the other is talented, and the third is "enough strength"; this is also the truth.

"Handsome": To be honest, Chen Gong is not a standard handsome guy - he has single eyelids and dead fish eyes, he seems to be "hateful" to everyone; The tall and straight nose bridge with a sexy little hump supports the scene of the whole face; coupled with the clean and tough temporal line, cheekbones and mandibular angle - in the eyes of a photographer like Zheng Yi, that face is simply " "Born to Light" artwork.

Let’s talk about “talented”: Before joining HALO, Zheng Yi asked about his interviewer, Chen Gong, and found his personal homepage on a social networking site—he’s a guy who doesn’t talk much, but has a very personal level of photography and aesthetic taste style.

As for "enough strength"—this word is in the northern dialect—Zheng Yi didn't bother to care whether Chen Gong understood it or not, it probably meant... similar to "upper".Chen Gong can always make himself superior, every word, deed, and every move is always watched by him.A butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon Basin can turn into a tornado in Texas; Chen Gong can make Zheng Yi rage and make trouble in the visual department by making people work overtime.

Zheng Yi had a crush on Chen Gong, but it wasn't like that—Zheng Yi's dishes were white, tender and delicate lambs on the green grassland, not rough and rude old bison on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Zheng Yi couldn't figure out why Chen Gong didn't take himself seriously.But now Zheng Yi is quite relieved—at his level, he just acted in a show and accidents happened frequently——Chen Gong shouldn't take himself seriously.

Zheng Yi couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of this, and felt that he was quite boring—he only hated one person, but he hated him so much that he was all on his mind.Taking a rough count of the thoughts I have spent on this person, it is also reasonable for Qiu Mang to misunderstand him, "Do you like my senior?"

The phone beeped, and Zheng Yi touched it: [Air Traveler] reminded that online check-in is available for the flight back to Beijing tomorrow.

Randomly choosing a seat near the corridor, Zheng Yi switched off his phone and fell asleep.

At 6:05, Zheng Yi was woken up by a knock on the door.

He landed on the ground top-heavy, opened a crack in the door, and it turned out to be Chen Gong.

Zheng Yi was taken aback.

Chen Gong stood at the door, glanced at Zheng Yi, and said calmly, "Are you still eating hot pot? It's 6 o'clock."

Zheng Yi was actually a little flattered - he thought the hot pot meal would turn out without any suspense.

To be precise——I thought my relationship with Chen Gong was gone without any suspense; I was even thinking about whether to communicate with Lao Wang and change departments.

Maybe Chen Gong gave himself a step up... It seems that Chen Gong and himself have reached a tacit consensus - they don't plan to quarrel in the future.

Zheng Yi was stunned for two seconds before he quickly nodded and said, "Eat—then you wait for me to put on some pants first."

They walked to the elevator one after the other, not knowing what to say, and the two of them stood there dryly while waiting for the elevator; after entering the elevator, there was no one else, so they played with their mobile phones; After the elevator, Chen Gong walked in front, Zheng Yi followed behind, glanced at Chen Gong's back, Zheng Yi felt that it was okay to be so embarrassed, and followed a few steps: "Where should we go to eat?"

Chen Gong asked: "Are you afraid that the fly house will be dirty?"

Zheng Yi said: "Not afraid."

Chen Gong said: "I used to go there often before I had a house. It was very cheap—I just don't know if it's still open. Let's go and have a look?"

Zheng nodded: "OK."

The two of them stopped talking again, and walked around the brightly lit streets and alleys one after the other.

When Zheng Yi was getting a little fuzzy, he finally arrived at his destination—the hot pot restaurant opened in a converted private garage, with only room for three or four tables.

The proprietress knew Chen Gong, and greeted him, "You're back?"

"Well, come back on a business trip."

"What's the bottom of the pot, as usual?"

Chen Gong said with a smile: "Mandarin Duck Pot—my friend can't eat spicy food."

The word "friend" made Zheng Yi startled again, feeling a little shy inexplicably, as if he was being taken advantage of.

The proprietress glanced at Zheng Yi, "I want it".

Sitting down at the table, the two still had nothing to say.

The air is filled with the smell of chili oil, and everything else is full of "embarrassment".

Zheng Yi felt as if he had nowhere to put his hands, so he touched his pocket and planned to take out the small half pack of cigarettes Chen Gong gave him, then stuffed it back halfway, got up and said to Chen Gong: "There is a convenience store next door. I'm going to buy cigarettes, can I bring you?"

Chen Gong raised his eyes: "Take Ziyun with a bag of 10 yuan."

The proprietress brought the pot: "It's 11—you're doing well, why don't you allow Ziyun to raise the price too?"

Chen Gong smiled at the proprietress again, and said, "Ma'am, you've got a sharp tooth, it hasn't changed."

The proprietress added hot water to the pot, looked at Zheng Yi and asked Chen Gong, "Is this your little brother? He's young and handsome."

The smile on Chen Gong's face faded a bit, and before he could speak, Zheng nodded and accepted the words of the proprietress: "Yes, he's the one below."

The proprietress smiled honestly, and replied to Zheng Yi in broken Mandarin: "Work hard, hang out with Xiao Chen, you have a future!"

Zheng Yi nodded again and again, imitating the Sichuan dialect and replying to her "whatever you want", which made the proprietress laugh.

The proprietress was smiling, but Chen Gong was looking at his phone with an indifferent face.

Zheng Yi came back from the convenience store with two boxes of Ziyun in his hand, and pushed a box over to the table.

Chen Gong took a look, sipped his beer and glanced at Zheng Yi: "You also smoke Ziyun? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable not to smoke a big cigar?"

Zheng Yi sneered: "Don't tease me - I can take any flavor, as long as I am strong enough."

Chen Gong closed his mouth and didn't answer.It may be because of the beer, and my face is a little red.

It’s different from the hot pot in Beijing—Chengdu’s mandarin duck pot is surrounded by spicy soup, with a small hole the size of a fist in the center, with two green onions floating in it perfunctorily, and poured a little water.

The ingredients were also messy intestines and stomachs——Zheng Yichun, a northerner, looked at the huge piles Chen Gong ordered and didn't dare to eat them, and he didn't dare to speak.

Zheng Yi felt like he was being squeezed out, but his stomach started to growl in due course.

--hungry.Zheng pressed the cigarette butt in his hand, bit the bullet and took a little out of the pot, and put it in a bowl.I looked around again and called the proprietress: "Auntie, do you have sesame paste?"

"Mahjong?" Auntie stopped her busy work, thought for a while and pointed in a direction: "Go over there, there is a teahouse where you can play mahjong."

Zheng Yi was confused when he heard this, but Chen Gong let out a "puchi" laugh.

Zheng Yi turned around to look at Chen Gong—his eyes passed behind him, and explained to the proprietress: "He wants sesame paste...not mahjong."

The proprietress laughed.

Zheng Yi also understood it, and belatedly realized that there was a joke.

Chen Gong's sitting posture was not very correct, and it was different from what he saw in the office in the past - because the table was a bit short, Chen Gong was bent over with his legs open, sweating profusely from eating.While eating, there was still a persistent smile on the corner of his mouth——Zheng Yi found it novel.

After a moment of novelty, I felt quite sad.

Who would want to live with a straight face every day, but is dragged down by suffering.

Following Chen Gong's example, Zheng Yi added shallots and garlic to the bowl, and poured sesame oil.

After dipping in the oil, put it into your mouth - the spicy taste chokes away the fishy smell, and it is interesting to bite in the mouth.

Chen Gong suddenly spoke up: "Where's your lamb——Yang...Yi?"

Although Zheng Yi and Yang Yi's ambiguity is not high-profile, it has never been hidden, so everyone in HALO basically knows about the two of them-here, I just "confessed" to Chen Gong, and now I can't say anything about Xiao Yang. "The two of us are still flirting in the afternoon"... Zheng chewed what was in his mouth, avoided Chen Gong's eyes, and said vaguely: "Something happened..."

After hearing this, Chen Gong seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and said "it's all right".

Zheng Yixin thought that of course there is nothing wrong with it, so he dug his chopsticks into the pot and asked in a low voice, "Are you angry with me?"

Chen Gong didn't look at Zheng Yi, and replied: "I can be considerate... I also liked others - I was ignorant when I was young, and I also blocked him, clinged to him, and frightened him."

Zheng Yi heard that Chen Gong was also at an age when he was emotional, so he got excited: "Tell me specifically?"

"There's nothing to talk about..." Chen Gong sneered: "...I caught up with him later, and we were married off and on for seven years, and finally we broke up."

"Why are you divided?" The guy who just "confessed" was not at all jealous, and looked at Chen Gong curiously.

Chen Gong lowered his head and looked at the bowl: "They say they think I'm a 'Phoenix Man', they don't like me anymore..."

Zheng Yi shook his head and said, "That's because she has no eyesight—what is 'Phoenix Man'?"

Chen Gong said: "I don't know - it said it flew up the branches and turned into a phoenix, but the essence is still a little wild duck."

"How can you--if you are Brother Ya, I will take care of your performance alone!" As soon as he relaxed and spoke, he resumed his usual flow, but was stared at by Chen Gong, and Zheng Yi was coaxed again, and quickly got back to the topic: " That's her blindness—how good can she be?"

Chen Gong said: "He is very nice."

Guess it's over? …Zheng nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, infatuated man—you still speak for her!"

Chen Gong took a sip of his beer and didn't answer.

Zheng Yi asked: "Is it pretty?"

"pretty……"

"Are you in the same company?"

Chen Gong thought about it—the modeling circle and the photography circle are considered to be half of the same industry: "Yes."

Zheng Yi curled his lips: "Don't miss her when you're done! You've already fascinated the handsome and rich young master—you can use this to brag to her in the future!"

Chen Gong took a look at Zheng Yi: "I'm going to brag about this - what about your reputation?"

Zheng Yi raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders: "Whatever—Mr. Zheng has always been flirtatious, so you're afraid of people talking about it?"

You don't care, you don't care about anything - that's why you're a fool, you're being tricked.Chen Gong glanced at Zheng Yi, he was fighting against the sticky duck blood clots, like an idiot.

Looking at this fool, Chen Gong remembered Yang Yi's words again, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Be careful, don't be so credulous in the future - if you say you rub my toilet, you won't be afraid that I will be here today." Install a camera in the bathroom or something to secretly take pictures of you, and then use it to blackmail you, a wealthy young man?"

After saying this, Chen Gong observed that Zheng Yi's expression changed subtly.

The flesh on Zheng Yi's face couldn't help but twitched, and a storm arose in his heart: what Chen Gong said was what happened to him—if he hadn't personally experienced being raped and secretly photographed, How could ordinary people know how to beware of such bizarre things...

Zheng Yi felt sore, he choked the chili pepper in his throat, coughed for a long time, touched Chen Gong's beer and took a few big gulps before he calmed down.

Can't reveal the information of "I already know that you have been secretly photographed", after thinking about it, Zheng Yiyi put the case on himself: "If this kind of thing really happens to me, what do you think I should do?"

——Zheng Yi wanted to know whether Chen Gong felt relieved about the experience of being violated, and whether there was any psychological shadow left.

After asking this sentence, Zheng Yi observed that Chen Gong's expression changed subtly.

Chen Gong frowned and gritted his teeth, and his heart suddenly surged: the day Zheng Yi was seduced by Yang Yi to the hotel, he failed to stop him... Now Zheng Yi vaguely told himself that there was "something wrong" with Yang Yi. Accident"—that means that Yang Yi has probably started blackmailing Zheng Yi.

In an instant, Chen Gong's guilt swept over again, his nose hurt sorely, and he didn't dare to look at the eyes of the idiot opposite him. Chen Gong lowered his head and smoked, and it took him a long time to say: "I don't think you did anything wrong, It's the person who took the sneak shot who was wrong - don't be afraid."

After Chen Gong finished speaking, Zheng Yi let out a "huh".

Zheng Yi felt a sense of being redeemed—although Chen Gong was indeed the victim in that video, but... now that he can say these words, it shows that he has at least come out of that shadow.Zheng Yi was a little relieved, but in an instant another kind of worry sprouted: he was so difficult, he encountered so many ups and downs, yet he still managed to get himself through... What a strong man.

Chen Gong also let out a "huh".

Chen Gong hopes that these words can comfort him to some extent - although he looks like a big man, he is actually suffering from some dark and ugly tortures behind his back...Compared with sympathy, it is actually guilt; he can obviously prevent all of this , although he tried to do it later, but in a sense, he was still a villain who stood by and watched... But Chen Gong felt helpless, not because he didn't want to stop it, even if he gave Zheng Yi the vaccination, the two were at odds Under the relationship, will Zheng Yihui believe it?

The atmosphere returned to a state where there was nothing to say.

However, neither of the two parties felt embarrassed this time, and each was busy thinking inwardly in their hearts: Let’s stop—after this conversation, don’t mention his…wounds again.

The author has something to say: the babies have been waiting for a long time...it is thicker, so it takes a long time...(?? What nonsense)...