I'm the ugliest kid on the internet

No one is left behind.

"What should I do now?" Shen Qi took out his mobile phone, "I think it's better for me to check if there is a night bus back to my house."

Chen Xingge also felt that the past two days had been extremely psychedelic.

"Qi, my fate is up to me." Chen Xingge put his hands in front of Shen Qi's eyes, blocking the light of the phone, "We must fight against our fate and face difficulties."

on.

Eighteenth floor.

Just climbed for 10 minutes.

If there is no Chen Xingge MLM-style speech process in the middle, it may be even slower.

Shen Qi gained five catties in three days after returning home, and when he reached the sixth floor, he already desperately didn't want to go up.

Ye Yan groped in the dark to find the switch for the light, only to realize that there was no electricity, and the clicking sound made a lonely sound in the darkness.

Total darkness.

Ye Yan is on the top floor, the weather is good tonight, the moon shines a ray of light through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was only after several people got used to the darkness that they slowly saw the furnishings in the whole room.

Generally speaking, Ye Yan's house is very clean.

It's as clean as if no one lives there.

Weekly cleaning comes regularly to clean, so even if Ye Yan is not around, there will be no dust, but this cleanliness not only refers to the environment, but also to the furniture.

There are very few things.

Chen Xingge remembered that when he was strolling around the school, he would often receive small advertisements from part-time students.

The most impressive thing is probably a rental advertisement.

Boutique decoration, good privacy, complete furniture, check-in with bags.

Chen Xingge looked around. Ye Yan probably carried a schoolbag when he moved in.

Nothing.

Big and empty.

"You rented it?" Chen Xingge asked.

Ye Yan found a candle based on her memory, which was brought by her aunt last time, took it out and put it on the table to light it up, the only light in the room instantly illuminated the whole room.

"I bought it." Ye Yan fixed the candle.

Chen Xingge: "..."

"Is it the one I want to buy?"

Ye Yan didn't speak, but two words came out from his eyes.

otherwise?

"Why did you buy it?" Chen Xingge thought that Ye Yan's house should be good, but he didn't expect it to be so good.

"Close to school, convenient."

OK, I got it.

You don't have to say any more.

Shen Qi was already very tired. He sat in the car for several hours in the morning and didn't have time to rest. In the afternoon, he ran around with Brother Xing, and finally climbed up to the [-]th floor. Now it feels like murder to ask him to take an extra step. .

There is only one single bed in the guest room, Ye Yan has no friends, the only one who can come to stay at home is Jiang Yuan, it is quite big for one person, but it is a bit reluctant for two.

Shen Qi put down his bag, said hello, and went to bed without even taking off his clothes.

Sleep in seconds.

Chen Xingge felt a little helpless looking at Shen Qi's sleeping position, although the two of them often had the habit of living together before, but today is different.

I don't know if it's because the shadow of the mouse is still there, but now Chen Xingge desperately wants to take a bath.

The three came out in a hurry, Chen Xingge walked to the bathroom only to realize that he hadn't brought a change of clothes at all.

Ye Yan has already returned to the bedroom.

Chen Xingge hesitated at the door, but was still planning to borrow a pajamas from Ye Yan.

The sound of water could be faintly heard in Ye Yan's house, Chen Xingge waited patiently for the sound of water to end before knocking on the door.

Ye Yan's bedroom doesn't have much more stuff than the living room, and the only thing that can be seen is that Ye Yan bought the computer himself.

Chen Xingge glanced at Ye Yan while he was picking up the clothes.

Configuration is pretty good.

Chen Xingge thought of the second-hand one in his home. Usually, he can't see anything, but he can't handle the PR at all. Usually, he has to go to an Internet cafe when he shoots a video for post-production, let alone live broadcast.

Just when he was about to take a closer look, Ye Yan walked over with the clothes.

"new."

"That's so embarrassing." Chen Xingge said and took it.

"Then don't ask for it."

"I mean it, otherwise it will appear that I am not polite." Chen Xingge smiled, and said, "Your computer is not bad."

"Thank you." Ye Yan felt that Chen Xingge was looking for something to say, "Do you want an address?"

"No need." Chen Xingge was very straightforward, "I can't afford it."

Ye Yan was not surprised, he didn't understand the benefits brought by the live broadcast, because he usually didn't need to think about it.

But he remembered that Dreamland's basic salary alone was not considered low.

"Are you short of money?" Ye Yan felt that this question was a bit private, and regretted it after asking.

"This." Chen Xingge thought for a while, "To tell you the truth, I actually had a rough life. I was forced to borrow sky-high loan sharks to make ends meet. They sold me into a dream world and became an anchor to earn my hard-earned money..."

Ye Yan: "..."

Why is he asking?

After taking a shower, Chen Xingge took the pillow and quilt from the guest room to the living room. The sofa in Ye Yan's living room is quite big, so it's no problem to sleep alone.

Chen Xingge just lay down and was about to brush Weibo for a while to sleep, but just as he took out his phone, the screen lit up.

The caller ID is particularly eye-catching in the dark.

Chen Xingge was stunned for a moment.

Probably only she would call without minding the jet lag.

Chen Xingge put the phone in front of him.

I don't want to pick up.

Chen Xingge didn't touch it until it automatically hung up.

When the phone rang again, Chen Xingge wanted to laugh. It seemed that if he didn't answer it, the phone would keep ringing.

Chen Xingge sighed, his indescribable irritability instantly overwhelmed him.

He swiped the answer button.

did not speak.

Chen Xingge could hear the noise over there, men and women, and he could imagine the picture.

There was a sound of closing the door on the other side of the phone, and then all voices were cut off.

"Xingge." A woman's voice came out.

The dissatisfaction in his tone almost overflowed along the network cable.

Chen Xingge suddenly didn't have the energy to speak, so he hummed, although he didn't know if she heard it or not.

"What are you doing?" The question on the other side was full of criticism. Although it was a question, Chen Xingge didn't have a chance to answer, "Do you know what you do every day? It's fine if you are angry with your father." , we tolerate you, but you remember your identity, what do you do wrong to be an anchor, what does it look like to be a sensationalist every day? If you really want to enter the entertainment industry, you can tell your dad and me, and you can go to the street What kind of clothes are you selling on the Internet, where do you want us to put our faces?"

Chen Xingge couldn't help laughing at the end.

Probably the main purpose of this call is the last sentence.

face.

"Ms. Wen." Chen Xingge said, "Do you know what time it is in China?"

Mom didn't speak.

Chen Xingge didn't care, and said: "Now at 2:15 in the morning, no mother would call her child to educate him at this time, not to mention, I said when I left, I don't want to talk to you If anyone has anything to do with it, if you didn't catch me, I can say it again."

After Chen Xingge finished speaking, his mind began to empty. In his memory, there were very few scenes where his mother appeared on the stage. The actor's work was very busy, and he was either catching up with the announcement or on the way to the announcement. In the past ten years, Chen Xingge participated in Very little, even very little time in the country.

There are no feelings in China that mothers need to maintain.

The only thing to maintain is face.

face.

The face of the Chen family, the face of the Wen family.

Mom's voice suddenly rose.

"Can you solve this kind of thing with one sentence? Why are you still so naive?"

Naive.

Chen Xingge laughed while holding the phone.

Mom sighed, "I know you hate me, but..."

Chen Xingge interrupted his mother.

"You're wrong, I don't hate you."

Chen Xingge picked up the cigarette case from the table that he put on it just now, took out one and put it in his mouth.

"I hate you both."

"I'm sleepy. I have class tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first." Chen Xingge hung up the phone without waiting for the other side to speak again.

The cigarette is still in his hand, and there is no fire.

He hadn't smoked for a long time, Chen Xingge thought about it, the last time he smoked seemed to be in the corridor of the dormitory.

Did Ye Yan smoke that half of the cigarette at the end?

Chen Xingge felt like laughing when he suddenly thought of this question.

He held the cigarette in his hand, and he remembered that Ye Yan put the lighter on the table after lighting the candle, and the table was about ten steps behind him.

But he was a little lazy, and he might not be in the mood to move.

When I was tossing a coin in my mind to get heads and not to get tails, there was a sudden sound next to me.

click.

bass.

A small flame lit beside him.

"I...Fuck!"

Ye Yan didn't know when he stood behind him, and when the lighter rang, Chen Xingge couldn't hold back and shouted out.

When he saw who it was, Chen Xingge was completely awake, and controlled and controlled so that he didn't swear.

"What's the matter, do you want to create some midnight stories?" Chen Xingge dropped his cigarette.

Ye Yan didn't speak, went around and picked up the cigarette, lit it for him before handing it to him, "Aren't you looking for a fire?"

"Yes, but you scare me so much that I have no courage." Chen Xingge patted his chest, "If I'm a little weaker, your place will become a murder scene."

Ye Yan also couldn't sleep and came out to look for fire. Hearing Chen Xingge calling was purely accidental.

"When did it come here?" Chen Xingge saw Ye Yan smoke the cigarette directly, took another cigarette from the table, and moved it to Ye Yan's hand holding the cigarette.

Ye Yan bounced away subconsciously, "What are you doing?"

"Light a cigarette." Chen Xingge still had it in his mouth, and continued to lean forward, "Hurry up."

After Chen Xingge tried to light it, the lighter in Ye Yan's hand was thrown on the table. With a crisp sound, Chen Xingge suddenly realized why he didn't light the lighter just now.

In the end it came down to the sequelae of being frightened.

"Can't use a lighter?"

"will not."

Unreasonable and strong.

The two smoked a cigarette in silence, and Chen Xingge didn't ask Ye Yan any more.

When the smoke was burning in his hands, Chen Xingge heard Ye Yan say, "I didn't hear that."

Chen Xingge smiled, "It's okay to hear that."

Ye Yan moved the ashtray in front of Chen Xingge, and Chen Xingge snuffed out the last spark.

"Have you ever heard of a law?"

Ye Yan turned his head to look at him.

"This kind of person who is handsome and suffers from hardships and can still strive for self-improvement is usually the protagonist in novels."

Chen Xingge said, "For example, Brother Xing and me."

Ye Yan: "..."

"In the future, if you hang out with me, maybe you can get more shots."

"The appearance fee depends on our relationship, and I can give you a friendship price."

"Hey, do you want my autograph?"

Ye Yan: "..."

After finishing the cigarette, when Ye Yan was about to stand up and go back to the room, Chen Xingge, who had been talking, stopped.

The room was very dark, Ye Yan couldn't see Chen Xingge's face clearly, but he could vaguely see the reflection.

Liquid reflections.

Ye Yan stood up.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise in the room.

drop.

The next second, the lights in the room suddenly turned on.

There was a call.

What's more terrible is that the light that I pressed on when I came in actually forgot to turn it off.

Ye Yan subconsciously looked at Chen Xingge.

Only saw a top of the head.

Chen Xingge hugged Ye Yan's waist almost instantly.

Not long after, Ye Yan felt the heat and humidity through the cloth.

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