Refraction

Because they sneaked in with Zheng Yi, they couldn't take the elevator blatantly, so the two took the stairwell.

Climbing up the tenth floor, Chen Gong was sweating again, and drank the last bit of beer on the table. Chen Gong took off his sweaty T-shirt, planning to take another shower.

Before walking into the bathroom, Chen Gong stood at the entrance and turned off the light in the room for Zheng Yi first.

——"The scenic area said that the sunrise is around 6 o'clock, but you can watch the morning glow tomorrow."

—— "I'm going to use the bathroom later, so don't take a shower, go to bed after eating."

——"The scenic spot is far away from here, and I can still sleep for an hour in the car tomorrow morning."

Chen Gong explained, but Zheng Yi didn't talk to him the whole time, he just lowered his head and chewed on the burger, thinking that this night was too embarrassing.

——Eating people, drinking people, living people.

A few days ago, the two incidents of "slander" and "complaint" hadn't been turned over yet, and now I was favored by others. Thinking about it carefully, I feel that I am the villain in this story.

Zheng Yi wrinkled the flesh on his face, feeling dissatisfied with the "character image" he reflected on.

But after thinking about it, I felt that there was no need to blame myself for forgetting it—a man can bend and stretch.If he hadn't lowered his head to live in Chen Gong's room, it wouldn't be a big deal for him to be living on the street tonight...

After swallowing the last bite of the hamburger, Zheng Yi lay down.

Chen Gong turned off the lights in the room before entering the bathroom, leaving only the soft light in the bathroom for him to take a shower.

The bathroom was rather embarrassing - it was a frosted glass partition.

Chen Gong took a shower under the goose-yellow light inside. Although he couldn't see anything specific, it was still indistinct.

Zheng Yi thought it was funny again——Chen Gong, a person who cares about face, would probably commit suicide in embarrassment if he knew that his actions of taking a shower, foaming his crotch, or even digging his crotch were being noticed by his arch-rival.

With such a calculation, both sides lost their lives tonight, so it was a tie.

Zheng Yi felt much better when his face was made up by his own wishful thinking, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

Here, Chen Gong stood under the shower and after rubbing his face, he took another deep breath.

Chen Gong actually didn't bother to take another shower—although he sweated a little while carrying Zheng Yi's luggage, it didn't make him stink.The reason why they found this excuse to hide in the bathroom was because it was embarrassing: two people lying on the same bed—or enemies—no matter what posture they used, the atmosphere seemed a bit delicate...I simply waited for Zheng Yi to fall asleep before going out by myself to avoid embarrassment.

Standing idly under the shower for a moment, Chen Gong couldn't help grinning when he remembered a detail just now.

——Just now (with Zheng Yi's refusal) he suggested that Zheng Yixian and himself sneak into the hotel through the back door to make do for one night, Zheng Yi's attitude was actually half-pushed and half-approved.Chen Gong wanted to know—on the one hand, Zheng Yi felt ashamed, but on the other hand, he couldn't think of a better solution, so he was suffocated, and wanted to give himself a "sneer" to show that "I just agreed because of helplessness and the situation." of".

But the sound of his sneer was very similar to the humming of a child coquettishly.

The more Chen Gong thought about it, the more he felt the scene was funny—Zheng Yi, who noticed that he was making a strange sound, was also very embarrassed, but he was still holding on to that "reluctant" expression.

Fortunately, the sound of the shower was "rustling", so that I could perfectly hide my uncontrollable sneer.

After standing in the shower for 10 minutes, Chen Gong reckoned that Zheng Yi had fallen asleep at this time; so he planned to wash off the foam on his body.

As soon as he closed his eyes and stood up under the water column, Chen Gong only heard the door of the shower room behind him being opened with a "cut" sound, and then a coolness came from behind his body.Chen Gong rubbed his eyes violently, turned around and saw Zheng Yizheng standing tiptoe in front of the door—Chen Gong was terrified: "What the hell are you doing?!"

Zheng Yi signaled Chen Gong to be quiet by saying "shh", and said to Chen Gong angrily, "Current rounds! ——The ward rounds are knocking on the door, sweeping pornography and illegal activities!"

Seeing Zheng Yi's flustered expression, Chen Gong also pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

The two turned their eyes towards the direction of the door, not daring to move.

While listening, Chen Gong's eyes fell on the back of Zheng Yi's head - Zheng Yi was poking his head and facing the direction of the door, probably because he was listening too seriously, so his ears moved.

Chen Gong felt that this detail was a bit funny, and the corner of his mouth lifted for a moment before he quickly regained his composure—now that he was facing a temporary ward round, it was not a time to relax.

So the two stood quietly in a cold sweat for a minute amidst the sound of the ticking water... and they didn't hear anything.

The water on his body evaporated and took away a lot of heat, and goosebumps appeared on his arms. Chen Gong finally couldn't help it: "Did you hear it wrong?"

Zheng Yi rubbed the root of the mountain: "No - it's a very clear voice, I can hear it clearly -"

Chen Gong casually pulled a bath towel around his body, frowned and fell silent for a moment: "Go to Maoyan to see?"

The two tiptoed to the door, looked outside and observed carefully for another minute... still nothing happened.

Chen Gong whispered, "Going away?"

Zheng Yi was even more timid, shaking his head to indicate "I don't know".

Chen Gong straightened his back and frowned, "Are you really listening?——Didn't you have nightmares?"

When Zheng Yi was asked this question, a puzzled expression appeared on Zheng Yi's face - after thinking about it carefully...can't remember.

But still dare not act rashly.

"Did you hear what they said?"

"They seemed to say—'Kontrolle!'"

"...What?" Chen Gong's accent was brought out in a hurry.

Zheng Yi gave a "tsk", and patiently explained to the old hat patiently and earnestly: "Kontrolle—German, it means 'check'!"

Chen Gong's eyebrows pouted into a figure of eight: "Did you hear this?"

"Yup!"

Chen Gong took a deep breath, and looked at Zheng Yi with the expression of an ignorant child: "In Chengdu?"

"Yup……"

Realizing that the same two "yes" blurted out to himself, Zheng Yi felt very embarrassed when his mood changed significantly.A little afraid to look at Chen Gong's eyes, he frowned and recalled the movement he had just heard—could it really be a dream?

In the end, he undid the safety buckle unwillingly, then opened the door and looked out.

— nothing happened.

When he turned around, Zheng Yiyi looked indifferent to Chen Gong.

Before Chen Gong could say anything, Zheng Yi's forehead felt hot, and he turned into anger from embarrassment: "Okay, okay, don't look at me with your dead face--I'm the one...worried too much! You also Don't think I'm bothering you, I'll just trouble you for one night, and tomorrow I'll get the paperwork and open another room myself. Go to sleep."

While talking with a straight face, he bypassed Chen Gong, went straight to the bed and threw himself heavily on the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

During this period of hard work, the foam on Chen Gong's body was already dried up, and he went back to the bathroom and turned on the shower to rush.

Zheng buried his face in the pillow, trying to suffocate himself - he has done all kinds of embarrassing things every day.

Covered by the sound of the shower in the bathroom, Zheng Yi beat his head and silently yelled at himself three times, "Make your forehead hot, make your forehead hot, make your forehead hot", and then feel chaotic again. It's possible that he knocked his head too hard and knocked himself out.

He simply closed his eyes and fell asleep due to this confusion.

But in a daze, Zheng Yi seemed to hear a sneer in the sound of the "rustling" water from the shower.

After opening his eyes for less than a second, Zheng Yi closed his eyelids heavily again.

Don't care what he does this time—it's probably because he's having a nightmare again.

An alarm clock was set for 4 o'clock before going to bed, and Chen Gong woke up nervously at 52:[-].

A little impatiently pushing away Zheng Yi's thick arm that was draped over his body presumptuously, Chen Gong rubbed his eyes and touched the phone, and heaved a sigh of relief after checking the time.

- did not get up late.

This is Chen Gong's special function: if something happens the next day, the biological clock in his body can make him wake up naturally before the predetermined time every time.

The self-discipline nerve has probably grown into a dying state.

Looking at Zheng Yi who was lying on the bed sprawled, Chen Gong thought for a while and turned off the alarm clock first.

This young man who usually grooms himself to be "handsome" and "fashionable" is similar to ordinary boys when he sleeps—his hair is squeezed and disheveled, his mouth is slightly open, and he breathes every now and then. There was a small snort.

Although Zheng Yi couldn't accept it, Chen Gong still couldn't help but give him a cold stare, and got up first to wash up.

While brushing his teeth, Chen Gong sat on the toilet, his free right hand was free, so he flipped through his phone.

In the WeChat list, there is a message from Qiu Mang at 3:39 in the morning: Zheng Yi's phone is turned off, is he here yet?

Chen Gong replied: It’s here, don’t worry.

Just about to turn off the phone and concentrate on defecation, Qiu Mang's message came back unexpectedly: That's good, I, Senior Chen, are reliable! [love].

Chen Gong, who was suddenly praised, let out a "ho" and replied: Are you awake or are you awake?

Qiumang sent a video taken on his mobile phone: In the video, two men who are out of tune and running around are singing an indistinguishable song. The camera Wink.

Afraid of waking up Zheng Yishao's pitiful sleep, Chen Gong hurriedly turned down the volume.After watching the video twice, I clicked the X in the upper right corner, and replied to Qiu Mang: It’s been a long time since I saw the two of them, especially Lin Hang.

Qiu Mang: Hey!Next time I ask you to hang out with me!

Chen Gong replied: Yes.

Added another sentence: "You all go home early to sleep, staying up late will hurt your health!" to try to interrupt the small talk with this chatterbox.

Qiu Mang sent back a [rolling lip] expression: The senior hasn't changed at all.

— nothing has changed.

Chen Gong himself felt so.

Now that the fixed monthly salary is close to 40K, and I have a full-price car and a loan for a small apartment, I actually have no other living burdens, but the habit of "stingy" has already been deeply rooted in my bones and I can't get rid of it.

The reason why Qiumang said this is because when Qiumang invited her to "sing K?" when she was in college, Chen Gong would use this set of rhetoric to reject her: "No, staying up late will hurt your health."

There are many more like this:

- "No, I don't like going to the cinema."

- "No, I hate fried food."

- "No, I like to be alone."

From the very beginning, the reason for the poor popularity was that Chen Gong rejected him as "not interested" in several class gatherings. After several times, it gradually became a fixed option of "I won't come anyway if invited" and was excluded from the list.

But Chen Gong at that age is still a child, and he is also full of interest in the colorful world.It’s just that there are only a few figures on the card that contains the living expenses, and the young man who needs to carefully calculate that the [Stewed Egg Noodles] at the cafeteria window is 2 yuan cheaper than the [Beef Brisket Noodles], and there is no budget for his “entertainment” in his pocket.

A high-spirited age does not have the confidence to be high-spirited.

Therefore, it is Chen Gong's most used and only available means to maintain his self-esteem by refusing all things that are out of his reach.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Zheng Yi sneered: "So you have been indifferent to me because you think you can't stand me?"

Chen Gong said coldly: "Happi, climb up for me!"