boiled frog

As soon as Qi Yang came out of the bar, he was blown by the chilly wind from early spring, and he became refreshed.

The noisy just now suddenly became a lot quieter, and Qi Yang's ears were rumbled in conjunction with the slight drunkenness.

Seeing him frowning, Wen Qing said, "It's still not very comfortable, let's take a taxi."

Qi Yang waved his hand, "Don't, don't, I just want to walk."

Wen Qing glanced at him, "...then I will accompany you?"

Qi Yang nodded.

At night, the city of H is brightly lit, dotted and inlaid in the night, just like the starlight of this city faintly glowing with a somewhat lonely light.

Qi Yang and Wen Qing walked one after the other on the deserted street, with only the roar of passing cars beside them.

"This is how we have to live today," Qi Yang said, with a relaxed tone, "Drink some wine, blow a little wind, take a small walk, and have such a friend by your side."

After hearing what he said, Wen Qing couldn't help but pause, smiled, said nothing, just followed him slowly.

Two long shadows dragged on the red brick floor, speechless for a moment.

They went up to the overpass, Qi Yang stood still, cupped his hands to his mouth, and shouted at the endless traffic.

"what--"

Their overpass was located between two high-rise residential buildings, and the chilly evening wind whizzed across the bridge, carrying Qi Yang's shouts with him far away.

He seemed to want to shout with all his strength, and in the end he even bent down, and it was only when his breath was exhausted that he barely stopped his voice.

Wen Qing's long hair was disheveled by the wind, and he couldn't even open his eyes, so he walked over and stood side by side with Qi Yang.

"You measure your lung capacity." He teased him.

"Well," Qi Yang didn't deny it, "My lung capacity must be greater than yours."

Wen Qing glanced at him, but ignored him.

Qi Yang continued, "Would you like to compare?"

"...Qi Yang, have you graduated from kindergarten yet?"

Wen Qing looked helplessly at his somewhat smug eyes, completely unable to understand why he was so excited about the lung capacity he mentioned casually, and he was still drunk after all.

He walked over and pulled his arm, "Don't get nervous, go down quickly, it's windy."

Qi Yang was quite reluctant, and was dragged down by Wen Qing.

After getting off the bridge, Wen Qing asked him, "Qi Yang, how old are you?"

"It's 26."

Wen Qing sighed.

"I..." Wen Qing originally wanted to take a taxi back, so as not to embarrass himself on the street, but was interrupted by Qi Yang immediately.

"Hey, don't say it, don't say it, let me guess."

Wen Qing thought to herself, guess what, guess what, I'm so grown up, it's time to get you back as soon as possible.

He reached out to stop a car, Qi Yang was still thinking about how old Wen Qing was, so he pushed him into the car.

"Qi Yang, your house..." After getting in the car, the driver asked where to go, but Wen Qing didn't know and had to ask Qi Yang.

"24! Just tell me you're right!" Qi Yang interrupted him suddenly.

It was the first time Wen Qing saw someone go crazy after drinking for such a long time.

With a long sigh, he said "drunk" to the driver, and continued to ask, "Qi Yang, where is your home? I'll take you home."

Seeing that he was ignoring him and not continuing to pester him, Qi Yang replied, "Sihai."

Wen Qing said: "Master, go to Sihai, uh, the neighborhood should be..."

The driver originally didn't want to solicit any more customers at night, so it seemed that these two were decent young men and it wouldn't be too difficult to solicit, but he made a mistake in his estimation.

He was a little impatient, "What the world, there is no place here."

Then they heard Qi Yang shout, "The world is so big, the world is home!"

Wen Qing held his forehead deeply.

If he hadn't been talking to Qi Yang just now, he really wanted to pretend he didn't know this person.

He said to the driver, "Master, please go to Puzhu apartment first."

After the car started, Qi Yang finally became much quieter.

Wen Qing and Xiao Jingzhou rented a room together in the Puzhu apartment. Wen Qing couldn't understand what the big boss Xiao was thinking. He opened a prosperous bar, drove a luxury car and lived in a villa, but condescended to run away. I came to rent a room with him, but there have been a lot of things going on in the store recently, so I haven't come back to live there often.

Wen Qing shook her head, she really didn't understand what rich people were thinking.

Boss Xiao will stay in Gravity tonight, so it won't be a problem to keep Qi Yang for one night.

Wen Qing was thinking silently, Qi Yang didn't speak any more, he propped his chin and tilted his head to look out the window.

When the car arrived, Wen Qing paid the money, thanked him, and then half pulled and half dragged Qi Yang out of the car.

Wen Qing saw that he was frowning, and guessed that the spirit of alcohol would be on the rise, "If you can't vomit, just hold back if you can, and vomit well when you get home holding the toilet."

Qi Yang shook his head and asked, "Where is this?"

Seeing that he could stand on his own, Wen Qing didn't help him, and led him into the apartment building, "This is the apartment Jingzhou and I rented."

Qi Yang glanced at him, "If he doesn't come back today, then can I stay overnight?"

Wen Qing said: "Even if he comes back, he won't drive you away, don't worry about sleeping."

Wen Qing led him upstairs, stood in front of the door and took the key from the belt buckle of his trousers.

Qi Yang looked at him from the side, his long hair was slightly disheveled and scattered on his shoulders, and the slightly exposed shoulder blades wrapped in a white shirt on the back shook slightly with the movements.

Qi Yang propped his elbows on the door, resting his head on his hand, leaning his body obliquely, his eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Wen Qing... Actually, I am the same."

Wen Qing was inserting the keyhole, and almost dropped the key on the ground with a trembling hand.

"What nonsense are you talking about in the middle of the night?"

"I'm not talking nonsense, Wen Qing, I'm sober."

Wen Qing sighed, turned the key, and put his hand on the doorknob, "Okay, I see, can you let me, I will open the door."

Qi Yang didn't move, he looked at Wen Qing.

"Wen Qing..." Qi Yang suddenly approached him, his hot breath sprayed on his forehead, his eyes were deep.

Wen Qing looked at him, retreated back, and said softly, "Qi Yang, you're drunk..."

The corridor was quiet, and the voice-activated lights went off without knowing when, and through the moonlight shining through the window sills on the half floor, Wen Qing could see the light in Qi Yang's eyes.

After a while, Qi Yang rubbed his temples, cursed in a low voice, moved away, and frowned tightly.

Wen Qing smiled and opened the door.

Qi Yang followed Wen Qing into the door, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I lost my nerves at night..."

Wen Qing patted him, "It's a big deal, don't worry about it, go take a shower first, wait a minute, I'll get you a set of pajamas."

Qi Yang nodded.

He casually looked at Wen Qing's apartment, it was clean and without any decorations, just like himself.

Wen Qing brought the pajamas and put them in his hands, "The bathroom is over there, you can wash it first, and call me when you're done; you can sleep in my room at night, and I'll sleep on the sofa."

Qi Yang quickly said, "How can this work, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"There's no such thing as asking guests to sleep on the sofa." Wen Qing glanced at him, "Have a good sleep."

Qi Yang shut up.

The structure of the apartment is that there is a toilet outside, and the bathroom is a separate cubicle separated by frosted glass. He entered the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and took a shower absent-mindedly.

The shower head sprayed water, Qi Yang turned on the water to the maximum, closed his eyes and rushed to his head.

He didn't know what happened to him just now, when he realized what he was doing, he wanted to kill himself with a knife.

Out of the closet inexplicably facing a friend whom he had only met a few times, and... seemed to want to do something.

He kneaded the foam irritably, and the faint smell of milk-flavored body wash permeated the bathroom, and he suddenly felt a little nauseous.

He rushed out of the bathroom without even putting on his shoes, and rushed to the toilet with his bare feet.

Suddenly his feet slipped, his feet accidentally tripped again, and he threw himself towards the toilet.

bang——

Qi Yang could even hear the sound echoing in the bathroom.

He felt that he was so strangely calm, and he tilted his head without knocking his eyes, but he probably had a big bump on his head.

When Wen Qing rushed in, he saw Qi Yang hanging on the toilet like a dead body, and hurried over to rescue him from the toilet.

Qi Yang was a little stunned by the bump, his eyes turned black for a while, his stomach became more sick, but he didn't want to vomit anymore.

Wen Qing hugged him, saw that he closed his eyes tightly, shook him gently, and said anxiously, "Qi Yang, Qi Yang, Qi Yang, can you hear me?"

Qi Yang leaned against Wen Qing's arms, he could feel the faint heat coming from his chest through his clothes, he didn't want to move for a while.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Wen Qing paused for two seconds, then suddenly slapped his face.

"Ouch!" Qi Yang jumped up in a jerk, "You murdered!"

Wen Qing was taken aback by him, looked at his bleeding head, and froze, "You... are you okay?"

Qi Yang remembered what had happened when he asked him, Wen Qing squatted on the ground, still maintaining the state of hugging him just now, while he stood tall... □□.

He could even feel his own bird shaking in front of him from a gentle perspective.

Probably because the angle of view was really awkward, Wen Qing stood up, coughed twice, "...let me give you some medicine first."

Qi Yang covered himself, his brain congested, "... I'm sorry to trouble you."

Wen Qing went to the medicine box, Qi Yang rinsed off the foam in the bathroom, wiped his face with blood.

Wearing the bathrobe that Wen Qing brought over, he pressed paper on his head to stop the bleeding, sighed, and walked out.

It's really... something.

He entered the room and saw Wen Qing sitting on the bed, he patted the seat beside him casually, motioning for him to sit over.

Qi Yang's current feelings are very complicated, including embarrassment, apology, and unclear...

He pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly, "It's really...too much trouble for you."

Wen Qing smiled, "You are really troublesome."

Qi Yang himself was also a little embarrassed, he had only met his friend three times, and he had caused so much trouble for him.

"...Don't mind, you are much better than me." Wen Qing said softly, unable to see his expression clearly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qi Yang didn't ask him any more.

Wen Qing took out a cotton swab and alcohol from the medicine box, and prepared to apply medicine to Qi Yang.

Qi Yang quickly waved his hands and said, "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."

"Let me do it," Wen Qing glanced at him, "I'm afraid you'll drink alcohol like a Centaur, and I'll send you to the hospital."

Qi Yang opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Wen Qing first wiped off the blood next to it with a cotton swab, revealing the scratched wound.

Wen Qing's attack was very light, but Qi Yang couldn't help but "hiss" when the alcohol touched the wound.

"It hurts." Wen Qing didn't lift her head, "be patient."

After finishing speaking, he asked again, "What happened to your shoulder?"

"...Oh, Nier came down with the palm of a Tathagata, that's it." Qi Yang also noticed a large bruise on his shoulder when he was taking a bath, he didn't know how such a small person like Nier did it.

Wen Qing frowned, "You don't have to spoil her too much, it's neither serious nor serious."

Qi Yang smiled, "It's okay, even if it looks serious, I don't feel anything, and I just found out."

"Ah."

Wen Qing continued to apply medicine to Qi Yang, he sat upright beside Qi Yang, carefully wiped the alcohol on the wound, faced Qi Yang, his warm breath swept over his eyes like a feather, his eyes were serious, Qi Yang could see the stars twinkling in his eyes.

Qi Yang's body was a little stiff.

"You..." Wen Qing seemed to feel something, and the hand that applied the medicine paused.

"...I'll do it myself." Qi Yang took the alcohol and cotton swab from his hand, Wen Qing felt his fingers were hot.