remain silent

Sun Zheyang took out the Band-Aid from the drawer, went to the bedside and threw it to Han Chenxin.

Han Chenxin took it, bent his right leg, and covered the broken toe with a Band-Aid while asking, "Didn't you find something to do?"

"Well," Sun Zheyang stood by the dining table pouring water to drink, "I found a buddy and introduced me to work in a video game city."

"video arcade?"

Sun Zheyang drank water, turned around and leaned against the edge of the dining table to look at him, "I work on the night shift, from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] every night, mainly to help the boss look after the place, so as not to make trouble."

Although it is a video game city, many adults who linger there are also doing nothing, and sometimes some friction will inevitably occur after drinking.

Sun Zheyang is more like going to be a security guard. He only needs to deter those troublemakers and throw them out.

Han Chenxin taped his toes, and then tore off the plastic wrap on his right arm with his left hand. When he heard Sun Zheyang say that he would be up until twelve o'clock in the evening, he raised his head and asked, "Do you have food and shelter?"

Sun Zheyang shook his head, "No."

Han Chenxin said, "Then how do you come back after work at night?"

Sun Zheyang reached out and fiddled with the hair on the back of his head, "Aren't you unable to drive recently, please lend me for a few days first, and when I get the money, I will rent a house nearby."

Han Chen thought for a while and felt that he had no objection, so he said, "Yes."

He hasn't put on any clothes yet, and he tore off the water-stained plastic wrap and held it in a ball in his hands, while his underwear and pajamas were still in the bathroom, and even his slippers were dropped in the bathroom just now.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Chenxin lifted the quilt and stood directly on the ground, walking towards the bathroom.

Sun Zheyang was already looking at him, and didn't turn his eyes away on purpose, and watched him until he walked into the bathroom.Then he walked to his bed and saw that the sheets and quilt were all wet, especially the sheets, which were completely soaked.

Han Chenxin got dressed and came out of the bathroom, and saw Sun Zheyang tear off the wet sheet. Under the sheet was the sofa, and the surface of the fabric sofa was also soaked.

There was no cotton wool or extra sheets. Han Chenxin's room had a double bed. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Squeeze on the inner bed tonight."

Sun Zheyang had already torn off the bed sheet, sat down on the edge of the bed, and began to change his shoes, "I don't care," he said, "I'm afraid I might break your hand."

Han Chenxin said, "No."

At night, Sun Zheyang and Han Chenxin slept together on the bed in his room. Although it was a double bed, it was not easy for two men to sleep on a 1.5-meter-wide bed, especially since both of them were not small.

Sun Zheyang was a person who easily adapted to the environment. He fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow. Han Chenxin felt a little regretful when he heard his even voice.

Han Chenxin didn't sleep very well, and the feeling of sleeping in the same bed with other people was even more unfamiliar. His right hand was injured, and he couldn't move it too much, so he didn't fall asleep much all night.

I should have left him alone if I knew it earlier, Han Chen thought to himself, then had a dream in a daze, and soon woke up again, feeling Sun Zheyang's arm pressed against his waist.

He moved carefully until he moved to a place where he could not feel the heat of Sun Zheyang's body, and then he felt a little more comfortable, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Until the next morning, Han Chenxin heard the sound of Sun Zheyang getting up. He actually woke up, but he didn't move.

Sun Zheyang didn't call him. He put on his clothes and went out of the bedroom. Only then did Han Chenxin cover his head with the quilt, intending to catch up on sleep comfortably. He was glad that he didn't have to go to work these days.

Starting today, Sun Zheyang was going to work at night, but he still didn't stay in the house during the day, and went out almost as soon as he got up, leaving Han Chenxin who didn't like to go out alone at home.

Before dinner, Sun Zheyang called Han Chenxin and told him to wait for him, and then brought him back a meal. After dinner, Sun Zheyang left again, and did not come back until midnight when Han Chenxin fell asleep.

The sofa bed outside had been replaced with new sheets, Sun Zheyang and Han Chenxin didn't even say hello, they just lay down on the bed and fell asleep after washing.

Two days later, Han Chenxin received a call from Zhao Jia, asking him how he was thinking about the house.

It was morning, Han Chenxin was still in her pajamas and was planning to cook a bowl of instant noodles, and Sun Zheyang hadn't left the house yet.

Han Chenxin said to Zhao Jia: "Wait a minute, my brother will tell you."

He handed the phone to Sun Zheyang.

Sun Zheyang took it over and said to Zhao Jia: "I'm still thinking about it. I've looked at several nearby real estate recently, and I think we need to do more comparisons."

Zhao Jia said: "This is also the case, you can read more, if you decide to call me anytime."

"Wait," Sun Zheyang raised his head and glanced out the window, "It was sunny that day, and the lighting was not bad. Today is quite gloomy. I want to go and have a look again. Are you free in the morning?"

Zhao Jia quickly said, "You can come over anytime you are free."

After hanging up the phone, when Sun Zheyang was about to return the phone to Han Chenxin, he saw him holding a bowl of instant noodles in a daze.Perhaps it was because he was not awake enough just after falling asleep, Han Chenxin's eyelids were a little swollen, and his right hand was fixed and could not move, so he only held the bowl with his left hand, and his eyes were fixed on the lid of the bowl without blinking.

Sun Zheyang sometimes finds Han Chenxin quite interesting.

When he was just picked up from the detention center by Han Zhong and Han Chenxin and his son, facing Han Chenxin's mood, although using the word resentment was a bit too much, it would definitely not be a good emotion. What he said at that time, Everything he did was deliberately trying to provoke Han Chenxin's anger. He was unhappy with Han Chen, and he hoped that Han Chenxin would also be unhappy with him.

But gradually, Sun Zheyang discovered that his provocations made Han Chenxin feel unhappy, but it was not necessarily true if he had to say how unhappy he was.

Not caring, Sun Zheyang found that this is Han Chenxin's true attitude, not caring about anything, not even caring about his own affairs.

And because of Han Chenxin's carelessness, this woman Xu Jiayi was not as happy as she appeared on the surface, at least this son was out of her control.

So Sun Zheyang didn't continue to provoke Han Chenxin, just like they did when they were young, he beat Han Chenxin because he wanted his submission and fear, not because he really wanted to beat him. It faded away.

Holding Han Chenxin's mobile phone in front of him, Han Chenxin looked up and said, "Put it there," then lowered his head to look at his instant noodles again.

Sun Zheyang put it by his hand, and said, "Aren't you going to make a bowl for me?"

Han Chenxin was a little surprised, "Aren't you going out?"

Sun Zheyang said: "Waiting for you to accompany me to see Zhao Jia."

Han Chenxin then stood up, went to the refrigerator and took out a bag of instant noodles, tore open the package and poured it into a bowl, then poured hot water to cover it, and then handed it to Sun Zheyang.

The two of them had instant noodles for breakfast, and then went out to the sales department where Zhao Jia worked.

Zhao Jia took them to look at the house again, and Sun Zheyang stood in the living room and said, "Sure enough, when the weather is cloudy, the lighting is not very good."

Zhao Jia quickly said: "The current high-rise elevator apartments have this problem, and there is no way to avoid it."

"Hmm—" Sun Zheyang pondered for a while, but he didn't continue to say whether the house is good or not, but chatted with Zhao Jia like last time.

He always acted very talkative in front of Zhao Jia, talking about all kinds of topics, Zhao Jia couldn't help but ignore him, after a few more words, Sun Zheyang said: "You and Manager Liang are sure that the house has already been bought, right? "

"What to buy?" Zhao Jia smiled wryly, "They are all part-time workers, so what kind of house can they afford?"

Sun Zheyang said: "Manager Liang is treated very well in the teahouse. I remember hearing them say that the watches he wears cost thousands of dollars. We are really poor. If you work hard to earn some wages and buy a house, you only get one point." There is no money left to owe the bank."

"What watch?" Zhao Jia was taken aback.

Before Sun Zheyang could speak, Han Chenxin pulled Sun Zheyang's sleeve with his left hand, and he immediately said, "Oh, it's nothing, it might be a mistake."

Zhao Jia still wanted to ask, but suddenly her cell phone rang, "Excuse me," she took out her cell phone, "I'll take a call."

When Zhao Jia answered the phone, Sun Zheyang said to Han Chenxin: "Go to the balcony and have a look. If it rains, will it leak in?"

As soon as he walked into the next bedroom, Sun Zheyang put one hand on Han Chenxin's shoulder and whispered something next to his ear, and Han Chenxin nodded.

After Zhao Jia answered the phone, when she was walking towards the next bedroom, she heard Sun Zheyang and Han Chenxin talking inside, and she unconsciously slowed down her pace.

Han Chenxin said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of others."

"What did I say nonsense?" Sun Zheyang said.

Han Chenxin's tone didn't fluctuate, "Do you know where everyone is saying that Liang Jing's watch came from?"

Sun Zheyang asked: "Oh? Where? I really don't know."

Han Chenxin's voice became softer, "It is said that it was given by the proprietress of the teahouse. Liang Jing usually only wears it at work, and puts it in a drawer in the office after get off work."

Sun Zheyang said in a surprised tone: "Who did you hear that from? Doesn't the proprietress have a boyfriend?"

Han Chenxin said: "The little girl from the tea house told me that one bag is a bag, but two bags are not a bag. The proprietress doesn't care."

Having said that, they didn't continue talking, and the topic returned to the house.

Zhao Jia stood at the door for a while before walking over, but her expression was obviously unnatural, and her mood was a little messed up. She didn't know what she said to Sun Zheyang and the others, so she barely held on. People send away.

As soon as he got in the car, Han Chenxin said, "Is it appropriate for you to let her listen to this?"

"What's inappropriate?" Sun Zheyang said, "Sooner or later, she will know, and she should consider breaking up with that little boy."

Han Chenxin heard the words and looked at Sun Zheyang.

Sun Zheyang said: "Look at what I do?"

Han Chenxin didn't say anything, he just thought that Sun Zheyang's words sounded like he was mocking himself.

Sun Zheyang seemed to know what Han Chen wanted to say, and he was not angry. He smiled and lit a cigarette, and said, "Let's go back. Do you think Zhao Jia will ask Liang Jing directly, or will he pretend nothing happened? "

Han Chenxin said, "Are there any other options?"

Sun Zheyang said: "Call you to find out, this is the best choice for us."