Don't engage in the Shura field in the post-apocalyptic text

"Cong Yu?"

It was already time for Cong Yu to get up, but there was still no movement in this guy's room.

Thinking of the banquet that everyone would have to go through in a few hours, Zuo Wan stood obediently in front of the door despite being a little uneasy, and raised his hand to knock on the door again: "We are going to get up and get ready."

"Yo, he hasn't gotten up yet?"

Ren Chenzhuo, who was passing by wiping his hair, was naked with his muscular upper body indifferently, and his trembling shoulders made his trapezius muscles bulge with blue veins when he passed by.

Zuo Wan didn't want to turn his head back, still facing the door of Cong Yu's room, as if he was facing a wall and thinking about his mistakes: "Put your clothes on."

"..."

Who is it?

Ren Chenzhuo let out a snort, and went back to the bedroom to forcefully put on a short sleeve at home and come out.

He also knew about Cong Yu... probably wouldn't want to see so much.

"... Cong Yu." Zuo Wan knocked on the door for the last time, frowning and opened the door directly as he wanted to activate his ability. The next moment, the door of the room opened suddenly, and the overflowing sunlight in the room cast a shadow on Cong Yu who was standing behind the light. Layer Phnom Penh.

"Here we come." Cong Yu stepped aside and allowed him to enter.

It was only then that Zuo Wan noticed that his hair was messy, and his clothes were still light gray home clothes. It was obvious that he had just gotten up from the bed, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Are you all right?"

It has been nearly half an hour past seven o'clock, and this guy just barely got up.

Don't be... sick.

"Of course." Cong Yu nodded, shook his head again, and bent over to look at the watch on the bedside table after speaking, as if repeating to himself: "Of course it's okay."

"Are you awake, kid?"

Ren Chenzhuo popped his head out again, poking at the crack of the door to reveal half of his face: "Come on, pick out clothes. Today I have to follow your wishes, wear something formal!"

Fortunately, Cong Yu has ordered several sets of high-end suits under the leadership of Zuo Wan these days - as for the money issue, that is something Zuo Wan needs to consider.

Rebuilding society after a disaster requires a variety of high-level talents.

Cong Yu and his team were reused because of their key role in the disaster relief process, regardless of their original status.

He himself was dispatched to work in the national finance department, and Ren Chenzhuo was promoted to the military rank.

As for business heirs like Zuo Wan and Lu Ran who lost their parents, the government even gave them a lot of start-up funds to rebuild their business empire.

As for today's banquet...

Cong Yu and the others accepted the commendation and delivered a speech under the leadership of Ren Yugong, which was nothing more than his expectations and reflections on the reconstruction of the country after the trauma.

Of course, compared to this, the entertainment news side paid more attention to another photo: when Lu Ran was giving a speech, Cong Yu and Zuo Wan held hands tightly and interlocked their fingers.

"Little! Rabbit! Son!"

When Lu Ran saw that photo, his heart turned cold: "You, you, are you together?"

At this moment, only Cong Yu was sitting quietly in the room reading a book.Lu Ran looked down, the history of the country?

He didn't take it to heart, but focused on Cong Yu's reply.

"Not yet." Cong Yu didn't raise his head, and he knew that Lu Ran must have a stupid face that had collapsed at the moment.

"Then what is this?!"

Before Cong Yu could answer, Zuo Wan gently opened the door and walked in: "He's nervous."

"..."

"I'm just comforting him." Zuo Wan patted him on the shoulder as a matter of course: "Let go."

Lu Ran got up in a daze, and immediately Zuo Wan went upright to him, sitting next to Cong Yu to be precise, and looked down at the book in Cong Yu's hand.

And Cong Yu just turned the page.

"Historical documents..." Zuo Wan gently tapped the paper with the fragrance of ink with his fingertips, looked up at Lu Ran, and frowned as if he didn't understand: "What are you doing here?"

"...do the same thing as you."

Isn't it just to come over and touch and stick the stickers? They all do this, and Cong Yu has long been used to it.

After all, with a stable mentality and a stable future, he will not be so resistant to in-depth contact with these people.

"Ren Chenzhuo just asked you to help him sort out the information."

Zuo Wan calmly tilted his head and pointed out the door.

"What kind of data? Why can't you do it?"

"The medicinal formula that was previously concealed by scientific research."

When he said this, Zuo Wan glanced sideways at Cong Yu, and saw that the other party was really interested, so he continued leisurely: "Ren Chenzhuo said that your ability is better than mine."

When Lu Ran left the door with his mouth curled up, he turned his head and met Cong Yu's eyes.

"Hasn't the medicinal formula concealed by the scientific research institute been destroyed long ago?"

"Yes, yes." Zuo Wanli stood up confidently and locked the door behind him, "But he believed it, what can I do?"

"..."

"Cong Yu, come to talk about your affairs?"

"……it is good."

Zuo Wan turned his gaze back to the historical record in the other party's hand, "You slept half an hour longer than usual on the morning of the banquet."

"You just got up from the bed when you opened the door, but there is no hazy meaning when you just woke up."

"So you woke up half an hour ago and you're uncharacteristically lying in bed."

Every time he said a word, Cong Yu shrank back a little, and finally simply picked up the book to cover his face.

"Now you're reading history books like this again, and before that your interests were—" He shrugged towards a bookshelf on the wall: "Time management and financial management."

"I have a new interest." Cong Yu silently removed the book from his face, revealing a pair of deer-like almond eyes.

"Cong Yu...have I ever said that your eyes can't deceive anyone?"

"..."

"So, it's now." Zuo Wan walked in front of him, squatted down, and looked up at him from bottom to top: "The disaster is over, and you have a new... home."

"Is there any need to hide from me?"

Cong Yu still didn't speak.

Because of this, Zuo Wan couldn't help laughing, stepped forward and gently took away the book in his hand, the next moment he saw Cong Yu shrugging his shoulders and trying to cover his cheeks.

He blushed so badly that even his neck and ears were stained pink, but he still pursed his lips stubbornly and looked at the ground next to him.

"Then I'm relieved." Zuo Wan raised his arm and rubbed the tips of his ears: "At least it won't be a bad thing."

"...I want to stay." Cong Yu murmured.

"Of course you can stay." Zuo Wan didn't quite understand at first, worried that he didn't show his attitude enough, he even tried to hold the other's stiff hand: "I want you to stay."

Cong Yu leaned over, reached out, took the note pad on the bedside table, and looked at it steadily: "That morning, a voice asked me, do I want to choose to continue to return to reality and live my original life, or stay it's here."

"I even wrote my farewell words, but it suddenly made me look at my past life."

Cong Yu described what he saw bit by bit, the hysteria and indifference of his parents, the silence and betrayal of friends around him, and the oppression from colleagues and superiors.

He suddenly couldn't figure out why he had to go back and endure such a life again.

"So I told it I wanted to stay."

Cong Yu was even more ashamed by Zuo Wan's gaze, and couldn't help but put his legs crossed on the bed, "But it asked me again, what if everything in the past will change after I go back?"

"..."

"I will have a better life and have the courage to get out of the status quo."

"But I finally gave up."

Zuo Wan couldn't stop smiling.

He had already thought of the answer Cong Yu would give him.

"I think..." Cong Yu couldn't help being dizzy and blushing, but at the same time, his eyes were full of seriousness and caution: "For you, stay here."

Whether he understands history or works hard to do the work assigned by the state, he wants to live in this world seriously.

Zuo Wan saw the handsome regular script on the note he gave:

"I'm going home, thank you for taking care of me all the time."

"I like this world very much."

"I like you more."

"Goodbye."

He got up, stepped forward, and suddenly knelt down on the bed with one knee, pinning the wrist he was trying to pull away to the soft bed with one hand.

The difference in height and body shape brought a sense of oppression to Cong Yu, and the enlarged face that was close to him allowed Cong Yu to see his own reflection clearly in the pair of radiant eyes.

"Will you stay for me?"

Zuo Wan pressed his lips close to his, with a gentle voice.

"Yes." Cong Yu blinked and lay down.

It wasn't until Zuo Wan clamped his hands and gently pressed them up that he tilted his head and put his head next to the other's ear.

"but……"

Feeling that his lower body was slightly against a certain part of himself, he couldn't help puffing his cheeks sullenly, "Holding hands for a week, hugging in January, kissing in March, home plate for half a year."

Zuo Wan: "..."

Let alone the latter two.

They seem to have done the first two items many times?

Even counting the kisses he stole once, what they should and should not do between them is almost done.

Now that the relationship has not progressed, he won't mention it, so why has he regressed back to the state of a stranger?

"Correct."

Cong Yu said confidently: "From now on, follow the above regulations."

"Then what about this one?" Zuo Wan raised his eyebrows, moved his fingers up gropingly, and interlocked with his fingers.

"Not allowed next time."

"...Then, what about this?" Zuo Wan lowered his head and gently licked the corner of his lips.

Cong Yu: "..."

"Next time! No more!"

Zuo Wan endured it for a long time before he laughed out loud, but the humming vibration in his chest still exposed his irrationality.

Seeing Cong Yu staring at him, he finally stopped his smile with a light cough: "Okay."

"Next time, let's talk."