I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang blurted out and tentatively called out his name: "Cheng Huan?"

Cheng Wang put out the cigarette on his fingertips, hummed, and asked him, "Where have you been?"

Song Mingwang looked blank: "I'm going to get the courier."

He paused for a moment, and then added: "Ah... By the way, I also went to the gate of the community to have a meal."

"Then why didn't you answer the phone?"

Song Ming looked innocent: "I didn't bring it."

"..."

Song Mingwang really didn't bring his mobile phone, because both the place to pick up the courier and the place to eat are all around the community, and he doesn't rely on this kind of electronic products, let alone it only takes a short time to go out.

Song Mingwang continued: "If I hear it, I will definitely answer it."

After he finished speaking, he snorted heavily, and pointed out: "It's not like some people."

Cheng Wang knew that he was still angry, so he slowed down his tone and said: "I really didn't hear it." He didn't lie when he said this.

Song Mingwang raised his chin, "Me too!"

"..."

Now the problem has entered a deadlock, and the two have their own reasons for going around.

Cheng Wang glanced at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock, and he had been waiting here for almost two hours without knowing it.

But now that he saw someone, he didn't say anything more, and patted his head gently.

"Then go to bed early."

Song Mingwang blinked his eyes, and a thought suddenly popped into Cheng Juan's mind.

"Are you worried about me?"

He reacted belatedly, the more he said, the more he felt that it was the case, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but crazily raised.

Cheng Wang didn't speak, he pressed the elevator and was about to leave.

Song Mingwang couldn't bear it any longer, he tugged at his sleeves not to let him go, and kept asking, "How do you know my address?"

The elevator keys kept showing jumping up red numbers, and Cheng Wang turned his head to look at Song Ming, who was beaming with joy.

"Tian Mengmeng said."

Song Mingwang cursed in his heart, it was really a big mouth, but he felt happy to want to come back.

He said how could someone not like him.

Cheng Huang has an awkward personality, likes himself but doesn't say anything.

He felt that he should be more magnanimous, so all the unhappiness accumulated in his heart was swept away.

"Cheng Wang, do you want to come to my house?"

Song Mingwang was about to open the door while talking. The gift box in his hand was crumbling. Seeing this, he was in a hurry to take out the key from his pocket, but his center of gravity was unstable, and he tilted to the right and he was about to fall down. With quick eyes and hands, he quickly reached out to help him stabilize.

"Let me do it." He took the box from Song Mingwang's hand.

With a sound of "ding—" the elevator arrived, and the elevator door opened slowly, apparently waiting for someone to enter.

Song Mingwang thumped in his heart, and immediately looked at Cheng Huang's reaction.

He frowned slightly, as if hesitating for three or four seconds, and as the elevator door slowly closed, Song Mingwang felt relieved.

He didn't know why he didn't want to leave.

I just like to stay by his side, and I never get tired of it.

He thought maybe it was because he liked someone. Song Mingwang felt that after he fell in love with Cheng Wang, he changed a lot. For example, before he didn't care about other people's feelings at all, except for his mother.

But now he feels that there are a lot of good people around him, Cheng Huan ranked first, Tian Mengmeng ranked second, Meng Keran is also very nice, Tang Qin is also reluctant, Feng Fang...Feng Fang forget it, Anyway, he likes most of the people in Class [-], and everyone likes him too.

"Just standing outside like this?" Cheng Huang asked lightly.

Song Ming saw him help him hold the things, and reacted, picked up the key and opened the door.

Cheng Wang followed him in and saw that the shoes at the entrance were neatly arranged, Song Mingwang brought slippers for him, he changed them and went to the living room.

Song Mingwang's home is decorated and furnished in a style personally selected by Ms. Song Yulan. The wooden floor is covered with soft floor mats. The exquisite furniture is expensive at first glance, which is a popular luxury style nowadays.

Song Mingwang didn't know what to do after Cheng Wang came in, the two stared at each other on the sofa, and finally Song Mingwang scratched his head and asked him, "Is there anything you want to play?"

"?"

"Sudoku, checkers, paperboard games..." Song Mingwang wrung his fingers and began to list them one by one, but was soon interrupted by Cheng Wang.

"no need."

Song Mingwang said again: "Have you eaten yet?"

Cheng Yao stopped talking.

Seeing him like this, Song Mingwang knew that he must not have eaten, he couldn't help feeling proud, he made a decision with a wave of his hand, and his tone could not refuse.

"Okay, let me cook for you."

Cheng Wang frowned this time, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Song Mingwang went to the kitchen excitedly, and after a while he picked up pots and pans and made them jingle.

Cheng Wang sat on the sofa for a while, at this time the night outside was thick, and from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, he could see the busy traffic on the street, feasting and feasting.

It is completely different from the scenery that can be seen at his home.

He looked away faintly, and was about to go to the kitchen, but his attention was attracted by the photos on the cabinet next to the TV.

Above is a photo of Song Mingwang when he was a child, not just one, but many, of all ages, and each photo is carefully marked with age.

The youngest one was probably taken in the crib, on which lay little Song Mingwang, who was about one year old, wearing a light blue jumpsuit, spitting milk bubbles in his mouth, and holding a toy in his hand.

Song Mingwang, who was even older, could already walk, and was lying on the ground playing with toys. His curly hair was more obvious than now, and he looked like a doll.

But looking at Cheng Wang, he frowned slightly. From just now, these photos gave him a sense of disobedience, and he couldn't say what it was.

He looked carefully, and suddenly seemed to realize suddenly, his brows were furrowed.

In these photos, Song Mingwang before the age of three does not have a smile, or none of them has an expression, like a lifeless porcelain doll, most of the time he does not look at the camera, playing with toys quietly.

After passing the dividing line of three years old, the whole talent comes alive, as if he has learned to laugh, to be unhappy, and to be angry.

No matter how young a child is, emotions are innate, not learned later.

Before he could think about it, there was a sound of thunder in the kitchen, followed by Song Mingwang's irritable voice.

"Broken pot, if you splash oil on me again, I will go to the supermarket to buy a new pot tomorrow and replace you!"

When Cheng Wang arrived in the kitchen, he saw Song Mingwang, disheartened, holding a shovel and the pot in his hand to set off the gas, so sincere that one wondered if he could really hear the pot in his hand.

As soon as Song Mingwang looked up, he saw Cheng Fan leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, staring at him calmly, with a slight smile in his eyes.

He immediately pursed his mouth, a little aggrieved: "This pot is broken, it's always against me."

Cheng Wang looked at the recipe sticky notes on the wall, raised his eyebrows, and asked him, "Have you cooked before?"

Song Mingwang shook his head and answered honestly: "No."

But he quickly said, "But I'm a quick learner, and I memorized all the cooking steps, word for word." But there was a little problem with the operation.

Cheng Wang looked at the various test tubes needed for chemical experiments scattered on the table.

"..."

"What are you doing with these things?"

Song Mingwang explained to him solemnly: "This way of adding seasoning is more precise."

"..."

In the end, Song Mingwang was kicked out of the kitchen, and Cheng Wang was in charge of the kitchen. He lit the fire, chopped vegetables, stir-fried and flipped the dishes in one go. It didn't take long for him to cook a few home-cooked dishes and serve them up.

Looking at the delicious dishes, Song Mingwang only felt his index finger twitch, completely forgetting that he just had a meal not long ago, and completely forgot that he was the one who had the ambition to cook for Cheng Wang just now.

Cheng Wang didn't move his chopsticks much, he looked down at his phone, not knowing what he was looking at.

"What are you looking at?" Song Mingwang asked directly.

"A message from the hospital."

"Hospital?" Song Mingwang's mouth was bulging, "Who is sick?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something again, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Could it be your grandma?"

Cheng Huan nodded, took a look at his eating, and taught him: "Don't talk while eating."

Song Mingwang swallowed the meal, knowing that he was tacitly acquiescing, but he didn't expect that Grandma Cheng was really sick.

"Then should I go see him?" Song Mingwang showed a tangled expression on his small face.

Cheng Wang slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he didn't expect Song Mingwang to understand these sophistication of the world, but after thinking about it, Song Mingwang has always been frank and honest, and from another perspective, it is indeed his sincerity.

"No need." Cheng Wang said, "She will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. It's nothing serious, it's just an old problem."

Song Mingwang could only say "Oh."

Cheng Juan’s family is his family, and he likes Grandma Cheng very much. Speaking of which, in Cheng Juan’s family, he sees Grandma Cheng and Mama Cheng. Why did I hear Cheng Wang mention it.

He originally wanted to ask, but seeing Cheng Wang stood up, he seemed to have plans to leave.

"Are you going?"

Cheng Huan nodded, walked to the entrance and began to change shoes: "I have to go to the hospital."

Song Mingwang stood at the door to see him off, Cheng Wang touched his head before leaving, the hairy feel was very good.

"Don't go out again, just go to sleep after eating."

Hearing Cheng Wang's advice, Song Mingwang didn't refute, he was going to sleep.

When Cheng Wang was about to step into the elevator, he heard Song Mingwang's voice calling him from behind.

He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and ran out in a hurry, with slippers on his feet, a little shortness of breath, and bright eyes.

"Don't forget what you said."

Cheng Wang put his hand on the elevator key, delaying the closing time of the elevator door.

"what?"

Song Mingwang pursed his lips unhappily when he heard this, and said aggrievedly: "You see, you really forgot."

Cheng Huang smiled, stopped teasing him, and said, "I know."

"A week!"

The elevator door closed slowly, and Song Mingwang continued to warn, "Don't forget!"

As the elevator door closed, blocking his voice, Cheng Wang stood in the square space, recalling the scene just now.

The young man's eyes were clear and clean. When looking at him, there seemed to be thousands of stars, and it seemed to be mixed with scalding heat. Just one glance could burn him.

Surrounded by silence, he casually fiddled with the lighter, stood for a long time, and suddenly smiled.