The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

"What a coincidence." Seeing his reaction, Qi Zhanfeng smiled, folded his hands on his chest, and said, "It seems that the two of us have very similar preferences, and we can meet each other even when we have a meal."

"It's really... a coincidence."

Zhan Luyao tried his best to pretend to be okay and greeted him, but the alarm bells were ringing in his heart. He said that he couldn't talk about others' faults behind his back. This sentence was really true. He just went out for dinner with his friends and chatted casually. , will meet Qi Zhanfeng by such a coincidence.

Everyone was talking loudly just now. I don’t know if Qi Zhanfeng heard it. Although he didn’t participate in the comments, his existence itself was the tipping point. If Qi Zhanfeng heard something, he would definitely blame all the problems on him.

Qi Zhanfeng behaved fairly calmly, which reassured Zhan Luyao a little. With Qi Zhanfeng's extreme personality, if he felt any discomfort, he would immediately turn his back on him.

"It's a good thing to be lucky, but you have to be careful that things go against extremes."

Passing by him, Qi Zhanfeng said flatly: "Sometimes the higher you climb, the lower you will fall. This law has not been broken until now."

"Thanks for reminding."

Zhan Luyao looked at the mirror, and it happened that Qi Zhanfeng was also looking at the mirror. Their eyes met through the mirror. Although Qi Zhanfeng was smiling, the hostility in his eyes was unabashedly conveyed to Zhan Luyao.

The mood became worse because of this sudden situation, Zhan Luyao hurried out of the bathroom, found an excuse to say goodbye to his friends, and took a taxi home.

It was very late, and the light of the street lamps passed through the car window from time to time, bringing a sense of loneliness. The night view of the metropolis is beautiful, but it is so far away and deserted. Zhan Luyao looked at the scenery outside, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt depressed .

His experience today corresponds to the so-called butterfly effect. If he can communicate with Han Yue calmly, there will be no quarrels. What he wants is an opponent, but he doesn't want to make enemies for nothing.

In conclusion, he wants to get rid of his messy hair... No, he wants to get rid of his behavior of losing his temper with Han Yue.

When Zhan Luyao returned to the apartment, he raised his head and looked up with some expectation, but only saw the dark room.

Han Yue probably hasn't come back yet, that guy doesn't have any friends here, where will he go?The new drama is about to start, and the company has great expectations for this drama, and hopes that he will not make any mess.

He drank a lot at night, and when Zhan Luyao took the elevator, he felt dizzy. He returned home drunk, went to the kitchen to get a few cans of beer, and staggered upstairs.

Rest tomorrow, going to bed early is a waste of time, so he decided to find a movie to entertain him.

Zhan Luyao's home theater is very large. At the beginning, he spent all the decoration expenses on this room. The screen settings, sound effects, and even the special cabinets for placing CDs were all specially designed, but the result of spending a lot of money It was—he hadn't actually used it a few times.

Because he didn't have that much time to calm down and watch movies.

Tonight too, Zhan Luyao didn’t have a movie he particularly wanted to watch. He randomly found a CD in the cabinet, stuffed it into the projector, then sat down on the coffee table, opened a can of beer, and watched it while drinking. stand up.

It was an old movie, but the black humor expressed in the movie was no less than any movie now. When Zhan Luyao was watching it with gusto, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a call from his manager Zhong Kui .

"Brother Zhan, did you look for me just now?"

A loud and healthy voice came from the other end of the phone, making Zhan Luyao wonder why this person can always be so energetic.

He said vaguely, "It's okay, I just want to ask if the coffee is okay?"

"It's very good. I was washing it for nothing just now. If you want it, I'll take it for a walk tomorrow morning..."

"No!" For fear that Zhong Kui would meet Han Yue when he came over, Zhan Luyao refused for a second.

"Okay then, Brother Zhan, you have a good rest, good night."

"Wait," seeing that he was about to hang up, Zhan Luyao hurriedly stopped him, "Actually, I have something else I want to ask you."

"what?"

"I... my friend had an argument with his family today. He is not in a good mood, but he doesn't know how to solve it. Do you have any good suggestions?"

"It's very simple, just go and apologize, the family won't care about such trivial things."

"But it's not my...my friend's fault, of course he is also at fault, but the reason is that the family is too egotistical, but I...my friend can't move out. Live together every day, work together, ignore Great, I apologize... My friend was not wrong, so I didn't want to apologize, so I was very depressed."

"Hey, why is your family so complicated..."

"It's not my house, it's my friend's house!"

"It's all the same. My Hamburger often says that home is not a place to be reasonable, but home is a place to be reasonable. If you are reasonable, you will lose, because under normal circumstances, creatures like family members are unreasonable."

You are right, many times, Han Yue is really unreasonable.

Zhan Luyao sighed, "Is Hamburg your family name? He made a lot of sense."

"Haha, Burger is my pet parrot now, but it's a very smart parrot... Coffee is being naughty again, Brother Zhan, I won't talk to you for now, I'll teach it a lesson."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Luyao suddenly realized that he was too boring to worry about this kind of thing. Let's watch a movie, and let Han Yue solve Han Yue's problem by himself.

When Han Yue returned to the apartment, he did the same action as Zhan Luyao, that is - stood in front of the building and looked up.

The lights at home were all off, it was already midnight, he didn't know if Zhan Luyao was not at home, or had already rested, looked at the things in his hand, and walked into the apartment.

The first floor of the house was very quiet. Han Yue put down his things, went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into his nightgown and came out. Just as he was about to go back to the bedroom, he suddenly heard a faint noise from upstairs.

He hesitated for a moment and walked up to the second floor.

This is the second time he came upstairs. The first time was when Zhan Luyao called him up to reprimand him. It was a very uncomfortable quarrel. He admitted that he was very annoyed at the time, but he would forgive the other party in the end. Like every fight before, because it was his brother.

The sound did not come from the bedroom, but from the large room at the end of the corridor. Han Yue walked over and knocked on the door, but when there was no response, he pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The door panel was specially designed and was thicker than other doors. Han Yue pushed the door open, and the loud sound came from inside. It turned out that this room was a home theater.

The lights were not turned on inside, and the characters on the big screen opposite were trying their best to perform, but unfortunately there was no one to join in. Han Yue walked over with the light on the screen, and saw Zhan Luyao lying on the carpet. Rolled down several empty beer cans.

The air conditioner in the theater was turned on too high, and Han Yue shivered. He looked at the remote control that was scattered on the coffee table, frowned, squatted down, and pushed Zhan Luyao.

Pushing and shoving resulted in a few unknown ravings, Zhan Luyao seemed drunk, curled up and continued to sleep.

If you sleep like this, you will catch a cold.

Han Yue put several remote controls together neatly, and his eyes fell on Zhan Luyao again, trying to wake him up, but he stretched out his hand, but stopped halfway.

Zhan Luyao's head was resting on his arm, his front hair was hanging down, covering his face, Han Yue could only see his side face, the angular contour of his cheeks, his fair and smooth skin, which was sometimes hidden in the light of the projector. Now.

Staring at him, Han Yue suddenly felt dry in his mouth, his fingers rested on the lock of hair, and gently lifted it up, so Zhan Luyao's sleeping face was reflected in his eyes.

Obviously the stereo was very loud, but Han Yue felt that he could hear his own heartbeat, just like the feeling that Zhan Luyao approached him in the lounge of the T station that day. At that time, he once thought that Zhan Luyao would kiss him, but In the end Zhan Luyao did nothing.