Refraction

Every northerner who has not experienced an earthquake is actually easily scared out of his wits by this kind of earthquake.

Chen Gong can also understand this.

It took a while to calm down Zheng Yi's emotions, but this guy still stayed at the door and had no intention of going back to his room.

Catch up with two little girls coming out of the elevator, blushing and looking this way—two men, one in shorts and one in disheveled clothes.

After thinking about it, Chen Gong let Zheng Yi in, closed the door, put on his T-shirt, and told Zheng Yidao: "If you are afraid, you can sit in my room for a quarter of an hour at most—I'm going to bed. .”

After explaining, I went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Zheng Yiyu was startled, he nodded obediently and sat down by the bed first.

After sitting for less than half a minute, my butt bounced off the bed again: "Ah, I was running in a hurry, and I forgot to take my phone!"

Chen Gong brushed his teeth: "Then why don't you go back?"

"But... how about another shock?"

"Not anymore."

"No way, Chengdu is not on the earthquake zone."

"really?"

"real."

"Can I stay with you for a while?"

Chen Gong felt that Zheng Yi was a bit difficult to deal with, but after thinking about it, he said, "Okay, then go and get your phone."

Zheng Yi thought for a while: "Yes."

After walking out the door and then turning back, Zheng Yi poked his head into the bathroom: "Then if the idle position of my mobile phone vibrates again, you should run quickly and don't wait for me!"

Chen Gong couldn't hold back his "puchi" laugh.

Zheng Yi let out a "tsk" angrily: "Why are you so naughty!"

Chen Gong felt that Zheng Yi who was frightened was like a child, a bit amusing.Thinking of his cowardly appearance, he laughed for a long time, but couldn't stop laughing—it was because he was like a child, so he had no defense against anything.

If he hadn't been too careless, Zheng Yi wouldn't have been caught by Yang Yi secretly recording some video, and he wouldn't have made himself, a "unfortunate" passerby involved in the incident, full of guilt.

Because of guilt, Zheng Yi was a bit stubborn, and Chen Gong tolerated him subconsciously.

As soon as Zheng went back to his room to look for his phone, he acted as if he was making a scene in the East China Sea—because he was next door, Chen Gong could hear him clearly.

After a while, the guy came over with a suitcase and a backpack.

Chen Gong had just finished brushing his teeth and washing his face. He came out of the bathroom and saw Zheng Yi carrying his luggage into the room: "What do you want to do? I just want you to sit for a while, not to stay."

"Oh, I can't help it! I'll just... take it! What if there's another earthquake when I'm in your room?"

Chen Gong felt a little weak in his heart, and sat back on the bed to charge his phone: "If there is an earthquake, you can't take so many things with you. Put your phone and ID card in your pocket, and leave everything else behind. Do you understand?"

Zheng nodded, then frowned again: "Isn't that shocking?"

Chen Gong wanted to say that I'm not a land lord, how would I know, but after thinking about it, he said, "No, don't worry, this is my territory. If I say it won't be shaken, it won't be shaken."

Only then was Zheng Yi comforted, and he frowned worriedly and sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked out the window.There were crowds of people floating on the street, talking and laughing, as if they were immune to the recent earthquake.

——Is it true that you are too bluffing?

Chen Gong sat on the head of the bed over there and looked at his mobile phone, while Zheng Yi sat on the single sofa by the window here and smoked.

The room was exceptionally quiet.

Clearing his throat, Zheng Yi tried to break the dull atmosphere, but Chen Gong was concentrating on his mobile phone, and was not distracted by the noise he deliberately made.Zheng Yi peeked at Chen Gong. He was wearing a simple gray T-shirt and soft shorts, leaning on the head of the bed relaxedly, looking at his phone intently.

--quite handsome.

There was a sudden "bang" in Zheng Yi's head, and he sat up straight.

——When you knocked on the door of Chen Gong's room just now, did you see that Chen Gong was shirtless?

--Yes.

——Peach Heart Birthmark...?

——Forgot to read it again...

"Fuck..." Zheng scolded himself in a low voice, then lowered his head and took another puff of cigarette.

Of course, there is still no way to give up - although there is no need to deliberate on this matter, after all, it has nothing to do with me whether it happened or not... But Zheng Yi really couldn't let his curiosity die down.

——I just feel sorry for him, feel sorry for him inexplicably; coupled with the feeling of guilt arising from reflecting on my running on him everywhere before, this heartache has been reproduced a hundred times and a thousand times.

Zheng Yi felt that his nose was sore again, and his forehead was also a little hot, so he threw out a sentence without thinking: "It would be great if we could meet sooner..."

Only then did Chen Gong withdraw his consciousness from the phone screen, and turned his head to this side: "What?"

"I said it would be nice if we met earlier..." Zheng Yixiang leaned back on the sofa: "Before August this year?——Before joining the company. Come on, it's so unpleasant."

After Zheng Yi finished speaking, he also looked at Chen Gong. Before the eyes met, Chen Gong lowered his head and refused to look at each other.

Chen Gong hated this kind of sensational moment, avoided Zheng Yi's eyes, and responded with a laugh that he couldn't figure out whether it was a cold snort or a self-deprecating one.

Zheng Yi has a calm and straightforward personality, and continued: "Earlier is fine—in college... If we can meet in college, you too..." Zheng Yi paused for a moment before continuing. A sentence "...you don't have the personality of this stubborn bull."

Chen Gong was ridiculed, but he didn't get angry: "This is my personality in college."

"I heard Qiumang say that you were much gentler at the beginning of college than you are now—now you have a cold face all day long, as if the whole world owes you; it's better before—she said you used to joke with her, saying You sing well, and you are quite capable of showing off—you have won No.1 among campus singers."

Chen Gong doesn't accept the definition of "showing off": "That's because you get money for winning prizes."

"That's the kind of person you are—you're still not happy to praise you." Zheng Yi smiled at him, and then said after a moment of laughter: "Don't bother me about pouring your drink, anyway, I also got hurt by you." Fist; as for the complaint, you misunderstood me—I wanted to apologize to you."

"apologize?"

"Yes, I apologize—otherwise, why do you think I would agree to come to Chengdu to scout with you?" Zheng extinguished a cigarette butt in the ashtray on the coffee table: "I used to always be stubborn with you. Just... And apologize to you—sorry."

Chen Gong avoided Zheng Yi's eyes again: "I was also at fault."

"Of course you were wrong." Zheng Yi said unceremoniously: "But I also forgive you-we two will be even, and we will be more polite to each other in the future. I dare not say whether we should be friends, at least not at work. Cooperate with each other, don't keep adding trouble to Lao Wang."

Zheng Yi's words came out as if Chen Gong was the "ignorant" one, and Chen Gong said "tsk": "I thought so too."

Zheng Yi said, "That's fine."

The two fell silent again.

Zheng Yi's forehead was hot at this moment.

It wasn't because of embarrassment because of apologizing, nor because of being happy because of friendship—neither, but because of what, Zheng Yi didn't know.

He took out two cans of beer from the hotel refrigerator, threw them to Chen Gong, opened one for himself, and took a few big gulps to cool himself down, and also gagged himself.

Zheng Yi felt that if he was allowed to continue chatting casually, it seemed that he would say too many things that could not be ended:

——"I want to get to know you earlier, and help you if I can, so that you don't have to go through all the thorns and thorns alone, and have to suffer those dirty things..."

——"I think you're really nice... I don't know what's good about you, but you're good."

——"I want to protect you, I want to accompany you... Although I don't know how this inexplicable sense of 'responsibility' came about. It's okay not to let me know about those things; once I know, I can't stand it, and I can't restrain myself I feel sorry for you."

Seeing Zheng Yi sitting on the sofa and gulping down a can of beer, Chen Gong was a little at a loss.

Of course, Chen Gong didn't know what Zheng Yi was thinking, he just looked at him and knew that he was drinking, probably to relieve his worries.Just as he was about to say something, he saw Zheng Yi standing up from the sofa and walking over here. The battle scared everything Chen Gong wanted to say back into his stomach.

Chen Gong hid beside the bed: "You... go back, I should go to bed too."

Zheng Yi looked dazed for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "Ah, I forgot—an earthquake!"

Chen Gong sent him: "It's not shocking anymore, it's really not shocking."

Zheng Yi frowned again: "Your sense of crisis is too poor!"

Chen Gong was a little impatient: "It's really not shocking, go back to your room quickly - I'm going to bed, and I have to get up early tomorrow morning!"

Zheng Yi's attention was originally distracted by some emotions, and he had long forgotten about the earthquake. After Chen Gong mentioned this, the sense of fear returned... After thinking about it, fate is more important than face , bit the bullet and stammered a bit: "I said...otherwise I will...stay in your room tonight!"

After finishing his appeal, Zheng Yi put on his smiling face and put on a low-key gesture towards Chen Gong.

Chen Gong stared at Zheng Yi, and after a while of silence, he finally sat up straight, and said to Zheng Yi seriously: "Zheng Yi, I thought about it, and I think both of us should calm down—I might be conservative, I'm more cautious about... this kind of thing. I respect your more free and open attitude, but I don't want to be casual. Go back to your room today and sleep well, I'm tired too."

After listening to Chen Gong's reply, Zheng Yi didn't understand in a daze. He stood by the bed for a long while before he figured it out—Chen Gong probably misunderstood his motive of staying in his room and refusing to leave. It's... what do you want to do with him.

Zheng Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he just lay down on the bed like a fool: "Brother, I beg you—look at your nervousness, even if I have such a heart, I don't have such courage—I swear: I If Zheng Yi touches a single hair of yours, he will make me impotent!"

Chen Gong glared at Zheng Yi, who was playing tricks, and refused to trust him.

Zheng Yize looked at Chen Gong recklessly, and smiled for a long time: "Turn off the lights!... You are thinking all kinds of things."

The next day.

When they came out of the hotel with the suitcase, the two quarreled again as usual.

Zheng Yi was dissatisfied with Chen Gong: "It's only 08:30 - we are on a plane after eleven o'clock, what are you doing so early!"

Chen Gong didn't bother to pay attention to him, he opened the trunk and put the luggage inside: "We are on the plane at 11:05."

"Isn't that just after eleven o'clock?!—I didn't even have time to wash my face!"

Throwing their backpacks and Zheng Yiyi into the back seat, Chen Gong sat in the passenger seat.The driver confirmed the destination: "Shuangliu Airport T1, right?"

Chen Gong said "Yes!", and then turned around to confirm with Zheng Yi: "We are 1, right?"

Zheng Yi was a little confused: "...I am, and you are too?"

Chen Gong didn't understand.On the contrary, the driver master caught up with Zheng Yi's frequency, and suddenly became shy, and said in a light and reserved voice: "I am 0."

Chen Gong took turns to look around the two people in the same car, and explained the meaning of the "1" indifferently: "I mean——T1, the terminal... right?"

"Oh—yes! T1!" Zheng Yicai came back to his senses.

The driver also turned back, lowered his voice, and professionally told the two passengers: "Please fasten your seat belts, we are leaving."

Chen Gong felt that there was no oxygen in the car, and he was a little suffocated.