Difficult to quit

Zhuang Yi didn't wake up until almost nine o'clock, turned over in a daze, and rolled from the sofa to the ground.

He climbed up with the blanket in his arms, and fell asleep until his stiff neck "clicked", and there was a pain.

Zhuang Yi rubbed his neck, his consciousness was still trapped in the dream just now, he sat on the sofa for a while, picked up the water cup on the coffee table, and drank the cold tea in it, feeling sluggish all day The spirit finally recovered.

The light was not turned on in the living room, he found slippers in the dark, and pulled open the door of the bedroom, where Zou Kai was playing games.

"Are you awake?" Zou Kai took off his earphones and saw him rubbing his neck, "Stiff neck?"

Zhuang Yi shook his head left and right, "No, it just hurts."

Zou Kai remembered something, took Zhuang Yi's mobile phone from the table and handed it over, "Here, someone called you just now."

Zhuang Yi took the phone to check the call records, and asked casually, "Who is it?"

Zou Kai put on a narrow smile: "Big boss, Li Ershao."

"..." Zhuang Yi's index finger rested on the unmarked number. This series of numbers looked familiar. After a closer look, Li Qinghai hadn't changed his phone for so many years. Zhuang Yi's mobile phone number at the time was brother number, and there was no charge for calling between the two.

It's a pity that Zhuang Yi's Nokia, which was exactly the same as his, was crushed into scrap iron in a car accident, and that mobile phone number has never been used since then, and it has naturally been sold out after so many years.

He pressed his finger and dragged the number into the blacklist with a blank expression.

Zou Kai made a sharp turn with ambiguous eyes, swallowed the teasing words, and just said, "I'll pick it up for you, let him call back later."

Zhuang Yi let out a "hmm".

He can't get in.

Zou Kai observed Zhuang Yi's face, and asked with concern: "Zhuang Er, your face is not very good, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Yi: "I just had a dream."

Zou Kai winked and winked: "Have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just tell me and let Brother Kai have fun!"

Zhuang Yi kicked him.

He was restless and reached out to touch the cigarette, but he searched all over his body, but he couldn't find a cigarette, and even the lighter was gone.

Zhuang Yi pushed Zou Kai, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"No." Zou Kai shook his head, speaking righteously, "I told the previous sponsor that smoking is harmful to health."

Zhuang Yi: "..."

He gave him another kick as if venting, turned around and went out.

He and Zou Kai often lived together, and each house had each other's toiletries. After washing in the bathroom, he went to the guest room and lay down on the bed. He picked up his phone and opened Weibo.

His Weibo followers are only tens of thousands of people, including the Zombie Fans given by Weibo. Wang Xun has no intention of taking care of his social accounts at all, and the content on Weibo is pitifully small.

Zhuang Yi swiped through hot searches for a while, his eyes flicked over the messy text and pictures, but he didn't see anything.

What was entangled in his mind was still the dream just before he woke up.

He dreamed about his childhood again.

During the first year or two when Li Qinghai left, Zhuang Yi often dreamed of him, and he seemed to rely on the power he absorbed from these dreams to survive the day.

At first he always cried in the dark, sometimes he woke up crying from a dream, sometimes he woke up and cried again.

Later, he became numb, gradually stopped crying, and later dreamed less, Li Qinghai seemed to gradually fade from his mind.

But just now he had a dream again. In the dream, the young man Li Qinghai's face was clear, just like when he first saw him.

In the dream, it was when I was a child.

After he mixed with Li Qinghai and the others.

Once we made an appointment to visit Li Qinghai's house, who knew Yang Ping would go to Hainan to accompany Li Ze temporarily, Li Qinghai had no choice but to let them go first, he took Yang Ping to the airport by taxi, and then came back to find them.

Wang Meng also had something to do that day, only Song Xueqian, Li Junjie, and Han Xiaoxu, plus one Zhuang Yi, waiting at Li Qinghai's house was really boring, so Song Xueqian suggested playing mahjong.

Li Qinghai's family has mahjong, but they generally don't play it. One is because there are too many or few people, and the other is to play mahjong on a different floor. If you can't play mahjong on the coffee table, you have to go to the dining table.

On Li Qinghai's dining table, there are bowls that have not been washed for several days piled up on one side, and instant noodle barrels left over from delinquent teenagers are crowded on the other side. If you don't pay attention, you won't find it.

This time, it happened that Yang Ping had just left the house, the dining table was still as clean as it was, and there were four people at home, so Song Xueqian led them to dig out mahjong from the bottom of the cabinet, and planned to rub him for a few rounds first.

Zhuang Yi didn't know how to play, Song Xueqian and the others taught him while playing. The rules of mahjong are simple, and Zhuang Yi learned it in a short while.

Song Xueqian was addicted to smoking under the name, so he took out a cigarette and lit one.

Zhuang Yi looked up at him, "Brother Song, smoking is not allowed at Brother Qinghai's house."

"It's okay, just pinch it before he comes back later." Song Xueqian didn't care, and let the remaining two smoke.

Zhuang Yi didn't say any more, he was often with Li Qinghai, and he was used to the smell of cigarettes.

Song Xueqian comfortably blew out a smoke ring, and played a card: "Three cylinders."

"I'm stupid." Zhuang Yi pushed down his mahjong tiles, "Seven pairs."

"Isn't it?" Song Xueqian stood up "teng" and counted his cards on his stomach, "Why are you cheating again, bluffing?"

"Fuck you, old Song, you've lived longer and come back, and you're still counting seven pairs!" Li Junjie took a puff of cigarette, clapped his hands and laughed at him, "Just hurry up and pay for the gun."

Song Xueqian said "Damn", and threw some of the cards he used to memorize ideas to Zhuang Yi. He looked down and saw that he had few cards left.

When they played games, they counted first, and after the game was over, they counted the money together. He didn't have to pay for Zhuang Yi's share, it was all counted on Li Qinghai.

Zhuang Yi has a good brain, and he can get full marks in mathematics. After mastering the rules, he can count cards faster than them, and he can even remember what cards they played. Just lost.

Song Xueqian couldn't hold back his face, so he wanted to play tricks, rolled his eyes, and handed Zhuang Yi a cigarette, "Little Zhuang Yi, you have one too."

Zhuang Yi was stunned, "I don't know how to smoke."

"Hey, won't it be enough if you smoke it? Who hasn't had the first time." Song Xueqian put the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff to get angry, took it out and handed it to Zhuang Yi, "Try it."

Zhuang Yi took the cigarette, hesitantly said: "But..." Li Qinghai didn't ask him to smoke.

"But what? But, you just take a sip, and you don't want to smoke if you don't like it." Song Xueqian winked and encouraged him, "Come on, take a deep breath."

Zhuang Yi really put the cigarette in his mouth and took a big puff, the spicy taste swept into his whole mouth in an instant, he suddenly bent down and coughed, choking his nose and tears all out.

"Hahaha!" Song Xueqian's damaged goods led the remaining two to laugh.

Just as he was smiling, the door lock clicked, and Li Qinghai opened the door and came back.

Song Xueqian and the others froze for a moment, then frantically stubbed out their respective cigarettes and hid them, and then they were busy hiding the cigarette case and lighter. The posture was exactly the same as the parents found out by secretly reading the yellow book.

Li Qinghai came in and found something was wrong with them, so he raised his voice and asked, "Are you smoking in my house again?"

"No, no, how can it be!" Song Xueqian was coping with the hand speed he had practiced over the years of hiding little yellow books. He had already collected all the evidence in his hands, and he was relieved when he saw Zhuang Yi in a blink of an eye. Holding a cigarette and still coughing there.

"Children—" He had just finished speaking when Li Qinghai came in.

"It's nothing, I can already smell it!" Li Qinghai walked in as he spoke, and his expression changed when he saw the cigarette in Zhuang Yi's hand.

"Did you smoke for Zhuang Yi?!"

Li Qinghai took a step forward, snatched the cigarette from Zhuang Yi's hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it, grabbed his back collar with one hand and picked him up, said with a sullen face, "Come with me."

Song Xueqian saw that Li Qinghai was really angry, and quickly explained: "Hey Qinghai, we were playing with the kids, don't—"

"Shut up," Li Qinghai pointed at him, "I'll settle the score with you later!"

After speaking, he took Zhuang Yi away.

The remaining three looked at each other with lingering fear, Li Junjie patted Song Xueqian on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Old Song, you have caused trouble."

Li Qinghai carried Zhuang Yi all the way to the bathroom, slammed the door behind him with a "bang", took a full glass of water from his tooth cup, poured it into Zhuang Yi's arms, and said forcefully, "Wash your mouth!"

Half of the water spilled out, and the clothes on Zhuang Yi's chest were wet a lot. He stood there helplessly holding the water glass, and called him in a low voice: "Brother Qinghai..."

"You still have the guts to call me!" Li Qinghai glared at him fiercely, "Zhuang Yi, you have grown up, have you learned to smoke? Did I let you smoke!"

Although Li Qinghai usually has a bad temper, he has never lost his temper with Zhuang Yi like this. Zhuang Yi was taken aback by him. At once--"

"He told you to taste it and you tasted it? You tasted it?!" Li Qinghai was furious, "What else do you want to taste? Do you want to taste it after drinking, fighting, skipping class and getting a tattoo? Don't you want to learn it!"

"I didn't..." Zhuang Yi murmured: "Brother Qinghai, I was wrong, don't be angry, I won't dare again."

He stretched out his hand to grab Li Qinghai's clothes, and shook them gently.

Li Qinghai's hand was raised suddenly, Zhuang Yi closed his eyes with an "ah" in fright, the whole person subconsciously shrank back, stopped abruptly, grabbed Li Qinghai's clothes and stood there, trying to hide but didn't hide.

Li Qinghai raised his eyebrows: "Afraid of me?"

Zhuang Yi nodded, then quickly shook his head.

"I'm not afraid, Brother Qinghai, just hit me, don't be angry." Zhuang Yi closed his eyes tightly, the ends of his eyes were red marks from coughing just now or fright.

Most of Li Qinghai's anger disappeared in an instant.

"I'm scared now, why didn't I know that I was scared when I first smoked!" He shook his hand in front of Zhuang Yi's face, but in the end he was not willing to hit him, and flicked him with his fingers, "Next time you dare to smoke, Brother really hit you, you know?"

"Understood! I don't dare anymore!" Zhuang Yi responded crisply, holding the tooth cup and walking towards the sink, "I'm going to rinse my mouth!"

"Stop rinsing." Li Qinghai stretched out his hand to drag him back, took the tooth cup and threw it aside, bowed his head and kissed Zhuang Yi on the mouth.

"Did I scare you?" He whispered close to Zhuang Yi's mouth.

"A little bit." Zhuang Yi said honestly, and then said: "I know Brother Qinghai is doing it for my own good."

"Well, it's good to know." He kissed again, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Zhuang Yi, don't look at me for everything, just learn what my brother teaches you, and don't touch what my brother won't let you touch." , do you hear me?"

"Understood." Zhuang Yi nodded seriously like a primary school student, "I listen to Brother Qinghai."

"You know the shit, you know!" Li Qinghai lit up again, and took a bite on his mouth, "How old are you, you still have a 'taste' if you are asked to smoke!"

Zhuang Yi knew that his anger had gone down, so he quickly promised: "If you don't taste it, you won't taste it again!"

"You idiot." Li Qinghai pressed him, "Let me see how much you 'tasted'."

Zhuang Yi snorted, but was pushed open by Li Qinghai.

"Where did you taste it? Here? Or here? What does it taste like? Is it easy to smoke?"

Li Qinghai's words were blurred, and his movements were fast and ruthless. Zhuang Yi was worried that someone outside would not dare to make a sound, so he tightly grabbed his clothes with his fingers, and let him "taste" them all with tears in his eyes.

Li Qinghai opened the door, and Song Xueqian shrank his head and stood in the living room as punishment. Seeing this, he hurried over, "Qinghai, blame me, I was joking with the child, he just took one sip, really just one, don't be angry with the child! "

"Damn it, you still know!" Li Qinghai punched him, "This kind of thing is not allowed to be given to Zhuang Yi in the future, do you hear me?"

"I heard, I heard!" Song Xueqian responded repeatedly, and took a peek at Zhuang Yi who was following behind. Seeing that the child's eyes were red and his mouth was swollen, he felt even more guilty, "What's wrong with the child's mouth, did you hit him? Don't hit people, hit me, I have thick skin!"

Zhuang Yi was stunned for a moment, his face turned red.

"I didn't hit him, I told him to rinse his mouth." Li Qinghai hurriedly pushed him away, "Don't look at what you're looking at!"

Li Qinghai even pushed and shoved everyone to the restaurant, leaving Zhuang Yi standing there alone, he raised his hand to wipe his mouth, the crisp and tingling energy has not passed.

After that, Song Xueqian and his group became honest, and no one dared to give Zhuang Yi cigarettes anymore. Zhuang Yi saw the cigarettes for a long time, and always remembered how Li Qinghai "washed" his mouth...

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Li Qinghai leaned on the backrest with his head drooping, and opened his eyes sleepily, with a somewhat dazed expression. He didn't know whether he just had a dream or just a picture recalled in his mind.

After a while, he squinted and glanced at the time on the phone screen.

01:30am.

Seeing that he was awake, the driver in the front row whispered, "Second Young Master, wake up."

Li Qinghai let out a "hmm" and felt a severe headache.

The driver said: "I kept watching, but I didn't see anyone."

It's 01:30, Zhuang Yi hasn't come back yet, he's staying at that man's house.

Li Qinghai raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows fiercely.

He didn't know what was wrong, he was so busy that he got off work at eleven o'clock, and he insisted on coming over to take a look.

After a while, he said, "Go back."

The driver couldn't wait and started the car immediately.

The car drove away from the alley at the entrance of Zhuangyi Community, Li Qinghai didn't close his eyes any more, he opened his dry eyes and looked at the silent night outside the car window, his eyes were dim.

The author has something to say: some memories will be added, but the plots that appear in "Youth" will not be repeated. You can go back and watch "Youth" haha

There are still a few chapters in Shura Field to arrive at the scene. It is a bit uncomfortable to write. I have been abused to the point where I want to hug and hold high~~