Refraction

Hot pot is a very magical thing—anywhere and anyone can eat it to keep your heart warm.

Zheng Yi had been in a panic ever since he was seated in this "authentic Sichuan Hot Pot Restaurant" that was illegally remodeled from a private garage.The pavement is not clean and tidy; yellow gas lines are all along the wall, and there is a dangerous smell in it... Every detail aroused Zheng Yi's vigilance, but when the pot was opened and the chopsticks moved, the fragrance overflowed between his lips and teeth When it opened, Zheng Yi's anxiety dissipated with the steaming heat.

One is that the hot pot is so delicious that Zheng Yi ignores the dining environment; the other is because of Zheng Yi's guilt that stirs up in his heart from time to time.

This shop was recommended by Chen Gong—if he picks one place at this time, it will inevitably embarrass Chen Gong; in addition, although Chen Gong's mother passed away a long time ago, he may have calmed down emotionally. But going to apply for cancellation of household registration today will inevitably arouse some melancholy in him...

Zheng Yi also has a mentality of "giving up his life to accompany a gentleman", and based on the principle of "making him happy is the main thing", he is willing to be a qualified accompanying guest.

Zheng Yi seems to be happy and generous; but in the final analysis, he is still a sentimental person in essence.

Ever since he witnessed Chen Gong's candid video of being violated by accident, Zheng Yi has developed some inexplicable "sense of responsibility", as if he made the mistake to him, and he no longer has the heart to fight against and make things difficult for him. , and even a little want to "redone" and "repay"...

Although he calmed down, Zheng Yi knew that he had nothing to do with this matter—the correct approach should be to "maintain a sense of boundaries" as Qiu Mang taught, respect Chen Gong's secrets, and not touch Chen Gong's scars.

But Zheng Yi just couldn't extinguish the flames of hidden worry in his heart.

While Chen Gong was eating, Zheng Yi secretly looked up at him.

Chen Gong lowered his head and ate happily, and what Zheng Yi met was the top of his head—the hair that stood up like a burr was not picked up, so it looked much more docile than usual.

Zheng Yi lowered his head again, looking at the old dishes with peeling paint, feeling quite uncomfortable: the "delicious food" that Chen Gong brought him here on a special trip, was so dilapidated in his own eyes—people and people really Born to make a difference.

As a vested interest in the elite class, Zheng felt empathy for Chen Gong's suffering.

Although there is some empathy, there is no way to get rid of the depression caused by empathy.

The emotions in my heart were surging, and in the end I could only use "eat a few more bites" to suppress it.

After eating, it was Chen Gong who paid the bill, which was only more than 70 yuan.Mr. Zheng secretly weighed in his heart: a cup of strong American coffee and a ham panini is only the price; his own breakfast for one can actually be exchanged for a meal for two people at the stall at the end of the alley...

Poor people—ah no—Chen Gong really lives in a world with a dimension completely different from his own...

The two of them walked back to the hotel, and Zheng Yi had no objection; just after finishing their mouth addiction, their stomachs were swollen to death, and they could just walk to digest and digest.The two walked quietly one after the other for 5 minutes. Zheng Yi felt that the atmosphere was a bit silent and uncomfortable, so he chased after a few steps, took out two cigarettes and gave one to Chen Gong. Words: "It's delicious..."

"Hmm." Chen Gong took the cigarette from Zheng Yi, and reached out to touch the lighter in his trouser pocket: "Their family has been open for many years, and the location has never changed. It is an old word-of-mouth shop."

"Have you eaten before?"

"... I have heard of it." Chen Gong said with a smile.

Zheng Yi didn't understand: "What do you mean by smelling it?"

Chen Gong lit a cigarette and took a puff: "When I was a child, only those in the wealthy family could afford to go to this restaurant - I heard that this restaurant was delicious, but our family couldn't afford it, so we never tried it; sometimes we passed by after school. Here, you can smell it."

Zheng Yi couldn't help but want to sigh, "Is this also called a 'restaurant'?" But suddenly thought that saying that might hurt Chen Gong, so he paused before continuing the topic: "When was the first time I ate?"

"The first time... when I grew up - when I was a sophomore. I found a job in my sophomore year, made money by myself, and saved a little money; during the winter vacation, I finally ate at this restaurant that I had been thinking about. "Chen Gong's tone seemed a little smug, like a high school student showing off the beautiful three-pointer he just shot.

He talked about the past in a joking and relaxed tone, but Zheng Yi felt a little worried when he heard it.

Zheng Yi knew that the job Chen Gong was looking for at the time was what Qiu Mang had told him - "singing in a bar"; it was also this job that caused Chen Gong to be violated in the end.

Zheng Yi looked at Chen Gong—the man was now a teenager, his back was broad, and he was as strong as a hundred poisons; he was finally able to reach a reconciliation with the ugly darkness he had experienced with a smile.Zheng Yi looked at it for a long time, and felt that fate had a really hateful face: some people are motivated and always use a positive attitude full of energy to overcome the embarrassing life full of holes, but they can't escape the deeper pit after all.

Zheng Yi lost his mind, he was choked heavily by the smoke, the spicy food he had just swallowed in his stomach was revived, showing off his power in his throat, choking Zheng Yi to the point of tears.

Chen Gong asked him, "Aren't you used to smoking?"

Zheng Yi said with a smile: "Where can it be? It's because the food I ate just now was too spicy—Isn't it still in my mouth..."

And hurt.

Chen Gong avoided Zheng Yi's eyes a little, and after a long while threw out a sentence without beginning and end, "Isn't there a clear soup pot?"

Zheng Yi nudged Chen Gong lightly with his elbow: "Come on, you Sichuanese are all pushing out clear soup—there is a small clear soup like a cup in the center of a whole red oil pot, so what is enough to cook in such a large and small area?"

Chen Gong smiled slightly and said, "Did you not eat well?"

"It's good, I like it--fresh."

The "freshness" in Zheng Yi's mouth is a Beijing dialect; it doesn't mean the ingredients are fresh, but it means that the taste is relatively "novel" to him.

Chen Gong was dazed for a few seconds, he didn't understand what he was thinking when he recovered, he just said quietly: "Your noble son likes to try new things, but you will get tired after a meal."

Zheng nodded and said, "That is. To be honest, I dare not eat it a second time."

Chen Gong didn't say anything more.

Walking back to the hotel, the two said a simple goodbye and went back to their rooms.

After closing the door of the room, Chen Gong breathed a sigh of relief—there were still lingering fears.

After encountering Zheng Yi's "straight-ball confession" in the afternoon, Chen Gong had already carefully thought about how to respond to Zheng Yi's confession; but he still didn't understand it when he thought of 6 o'clock.Bite the bullet and call Zheng Yi to eat hot pot is just to abide by the agreement, and hinted to him by the way, "I won't disgust you and reject you just because you confessed to me"...

Chen Gong had expected the relationship between the two of them to get better, but he never thought it would become "that kind of good"... The main reason is that it was too outrageous and too unprepared: the old enemy who was at odds suddenly confessed his love to him-the dramatic conflict was simply full marks.

What is going on in the mind of a swinger like Zheng Yi, Chen Gong doesn't know.But Chen Gong always felt that he was just a curiosity-seeking mentality for a while - when he was tired of drinking Yulu fine wine, he would also want to leave the hall downstairs to sip a few sips of human fireworks.

Chen Gong felt that Zheng Yihe was too frivolous and casual about his feelings, and he scoffed at it.

But... what if there is a one in ten thousand chance... Zheng Yi is serious?So would it be too much for me to unilaterally and maliciously speculate on Zheng Yi's intentions?

Chen Gong thought about this, and gradually felt bored.

The room next door was in a state of desperation, but Zheng Yi's side was sleeping on his back.

"Confession" is nothing more than an "emergency plan" for Zheng Yi, and he explained his various "weird behaviors" reasonably and logically.Encounter a problem, solve it, and turn the page.

The flight was delayed last night and I "lost" my documents, which delayed my check-in. Today I went to the scenic spot for another day during the day; Zheng Yi came back from eating hot pot and got under the bed, feeling full and fell asleep again groggy up.

I didn't wake up until after 11 o'clock, and I was a little nauseous and dazed.

Lie on the bed and swipe through Moments for a while, and feel boring after a few simple flips.

I kind of want to get up and go out, take a walk around the neighborhood to have some supper or something, but I'm too embarrassed to bother Chen Gong—although the relationship has eased, it's not a friend's position...

Zheng Yi felt a little irritable and lit a cigarette.

When a man is bored, even the smoke ring in front of his eyes can become "beautiful" - watching the smoke exhaled by himself in mid-air, quickly go out from the mouth for a certain distance in a straight line, and then slow down or settle or rise, Gradually, it became the outline of a sheep.

His right hand was occupied by smoke, so Zheng Yi stretched out his left hand to catch his "little sheep".

Looking back, his hand is empty.

Taking advantage of the dim yellow light, Zheng stretched out his left palm into the air.

Looking at his palm, Zheng Yi recalled that when he was punished to stand holding hands that day, Chen Gong left him a right hand, and he used his left hand to hold him.

... When they were held together for a long time, a thin layer of sweat broke out from Chen Gong's hands, making the palms of the two sticky; when Zheng Yi moved slightly, a burst of heat evaporated from the gap between the two palms, and the air Let out a little chill...

Zheng Yi has touched several men's hands more or less in his life, and they all feel different from this man's touch—there are so many calluses, rough and hot... uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Looking up at his left hand stretched above his head like this, Zheng looked at it for a long time and felt bored again.

When I'm bored, I just want to find some happiness that is most readily available to men.

Zheng Yi put out the cigarette, and put his left hand into the bed.I closed my eyes and imagined, but the video appeared out of place in my mind——Chen Gong fell asleep, so he didn't know anything about being violated...

If he had been awake at the time, with Chen Gong's personality, Zheng Yi guessed that he would have resisted to the death...

So what if the offender is not a greasy, disgusting big beer belly, but a strong and beautiful eight-pack like himself?With Chen Gong's personality, Zheng Yi expected that he would blow himself over with one punch...

What if it's not a violation, but your love and my wish?

Come on.

A gust of cold air spewed out from the nasal cavity, Zheng Yi himself was amused by his own assumptions.

11:43 minutes.

Chen Gong glanced at the time, sorted through the resumes sent by Qiumang's email, and kept the two most suitable ones. After replying to Qiumang "I can make an appointment for an interview", he turned off the computer and put it in his bag. Suddenly, I felt the lights flickering.

Chen Gong looked up to confirm that the chandelier was indeed shaking.

——It must have been an earthquake.

Sure enough, the mobile phone immediately broadcast an earthquake in a certain place in Sichuan—a magnitude 3.5.

"It's so small, Chengdu can still feel the shock..." Chen Gong quit the news app, opened the music software, found a list and played some music casually.

He took off his T-shirt and threw it on the bed, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.Before he could unpack the disposable toothbrush, Chen Gong heard a knock on the door.

Chen Gong picked up the mobile phone that was playing music by the pool, walked out and opened the door a little.

I saw Zheng Yi's face was pale, his trousers were crooked and his shirt was still unbuttoned, revealing his strong and good-looking figure.

Chen Gong opened the door a little, only to notice that Zheng Yi was holding two wet towels dripping with water: "What are you doing?"

Zheng stuffed one of the towels into Chen Gong's hand, and took a long breath before he could speak smoothly: "Run! There's an earthquake!"

Chen Gong was stunned for a moment, then quickly threw the wet towel stuffed by Zheng Yi on the ground, and hurriedly rubbed the water-stained mobile phone on his shorts to "rescue".

He raised his eyebrows and scolded Zheng Yidao angrily: "Happi! It's an earthquake, not a fire. What are you doing with a wet towel?"

Zheng Yi was in a daze for a long time: "Huh?"

Two seconds later, the anxious mood returned: "Ah—then run away too!"

Chen Gong looked at Zheng Yi who was panicked by the 3.5-magnitude earthquake, and then glanced at the wet towel that he had thrown away. He didn't know why... He who was always indifferent to things, unexpectedly felt a little hot on his forehead this time.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry my dears, I was busy editing the manuscript of "Lie" a while ago, so I didn't update it... It's really dark and dark to revise the manuscript, I thought I could catch up with the review before the Spring Festival... In the end, it was still delayed... (There is no way, the author with obsessive-compulsive disorder... is very strict with every detail... Editing + design probably cut me [-] times in my heart...)

Next, the daily update will be resumed. Babes, just stay at home and let me update. Don’t go out indiscriminately. During special times, pay attention to safety and be good!