The contentment of rebirth

meal.How to solve lunch.

Should I pack it up and take it back to the rental house to eat, or just avoid it and eat it directly in the cafeteria, and then go back to face Chen Hui at night.I don't know how Chen Hui plans to have lunch, whether he can cook by himself or order takeaway.This was the first time since they rented together together, Chen Weiwen had to worry about whether to have lunch together or not during class time.

After thinking about it, Chen Weiwen was still worried about Chen Hui, forget it, what was supposed to come would come, and he could escape for a while, but he couldn't escape forever, so he decided to pack a takeaway and go home after class.

After class, Chen Weiwen sent a text message to Chen Hui, telling him to pack a takeaway and ask him to wait for him to have dinner together.Walking out of the school gate, he packed two servings of boat porridge and two servings of stir fry at the restaurant outside the campus where he and Chen Hui often went, and Chen Weiwen sat down in the small shop and waited for the meal.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and the ringtone rang, which was not Chen Hui's exclusive ringtone. Chen Weiwen took it out, looked at it, and Chen Zihao picked it up: "Hello, Zihao."

"Weiwen, get out of class is over?" Chen Zihao was noisy, and someone could occasionally hear words such as 'two meat and one vegetarian' and 'add rice', probably in the cafeteria.

"Well, just after class, I'm packing takeaway. Are you in the cafeteria?"

"Yes, there are a lot of people. I asked my classmates to help me get dinner. I will call you some time." Chen Zihao said, "Weiwen, why didn't you answer your call last night?"

"Ah," Chen Weiwen was taken aback. Was there a call last night?Then he thought about what happened last night. When he got out of the car and returned to the rental house, he was dragged to eat and drink by Chen Hui. Needless to say, what happened later was not enough to describe the chaos. His mind was already in a mess, so he naturally didn't pay attention to the mobile phone, which he had forgotten in some corner.

And when he woke up this morning, he was busy thinking about how to find a proper way to deal with the aftermath of what happened last night. How could he pay attention to whether there were missed calls on his mobile phone? Forgot to take the mobile phone with me.

Thinking of this, Chen Weiwen was a little embarrassed, and said, "Maybe I didn't pay attention to hear it, I drank some wine last night."

"Ah, have you been drinking?" Chen Zihao was surprised. He remembered that he had given Chen Weiwen beer several times in the past, but this kid refused to give it up. No matter how much he persuaded and seduced him, he only drank drinks and mineral water every time. Water, he was still thinking, did Chen Weiwen have some fear of alcohol or a shadow or something.

Unexpectedly, this kid is not, now it seems that the person drinking with him is probably wrong. "In the rental house, with Chen Hui?" Chen Zihao wanted to make sure.

"Yes."

"I knew it," Chen Zihao couldn't help curling his lips while holding the phone, he couldn't figure out what's so good about Chen Hui's black-faced Mr. Bao that he could make Chen Weiwen treat him so special.

Chen Zihao still remembers that when he was a child, he was very afraid of Chen Hui. He always felt that he was more majestic and scary than his teacher. After growing up, he got better, but he still felt that Chen Hui didn't look like Chen Weiwen. People, Wei Wen is so gentle with others, and Chen Hui always has a cold face towards them, only when he looks at Chen Weiwen, the expression on his face will be softer.

Well, they have known each other and become good friends for so many years, but he still couldn't figure out how Chen Weiwen and Chen Hui could be so good.In the past ten years, he has never seen or heard of them blushing, quarreling, or even talking loudly. Their relationship seems to have never been affected by any external factors. He has a feeling , they can continue to be so good.

Uh, he and Chen Weiwen have never blush or quarreled, but Chen Zihao knows that the situation between him and Chen Weiwen is different from that of Chen Weiwen and Chen Hui, and Chen Zihao can't say what is different. Three or four times, but Chen Zihao knew that that kind of friendship was different from any of them, it was deeper and more intimate.

After muttering 'I knew it', Chen Zihao explained the purpose of calling today, "I called you last night to wish you a happy birthday, wasn't it your birthday yesterday, but no one answered your calls , so I can only say happy belated birthday today."

Chen Weiwen's birthday has always been stuck in the time when they need to go to class, and they have never had a chance to go out to celebrate. For example, when they celebrate their birthdays, they will call friends and go out to KTV or game halls for a night, but Chen Weiwen's birthday is Only accept gifts.

But then they stopped giving gifts.In fact, giving gifts is really nerve-wracking. There are only a few things to send back and forth, and there are several friends who want to give gifts every year. After buying gifts, I don’t know what to buy.Later, Chen Weiwen asked them not to send gifts, because many gifts in his family were duplicated, and it was really useless to pile them up. We have been friends for so many years, and we don't care about these empty gifts.

So, it later evolved into that they would call each other to congratulate each other on their birthdays.

"Ah, thank you." Chen Weiwen just remembered that on his birthday, Chen Zihao would definitely call himself rain or shine and say 'Happy Birthday'.

He chatted with Chen Zihao for a while before hanging up the phone. After a while, his boat porridge and two fried dishes were ready.

Back at the rental house, when I opened the door, I saw Chen Hui sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching TV. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned to look at the door. The dullness on his face disappeared. Looking at the food bag in Chen Weiwen's hand, he asked curiously: "What to eat for lunch?"

"I bought Tingzi porridge and fried two small stir-fries." Chen Weiwen walked to the sofa and sat down, and put the food bag in his hand on the table in front of the sofa, "Does your head still hurt? Is it better?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Chen Hui was so busy thinking about what happened last night that morning, he didn't pay attention to the problem of whether the headache hurts at all.Chen Hui reached out to help open the food bag, took out two lunch boxes containing fried rice, and opened them. Over there, Chen Weiwen had already opened the bags of two servings of porridge. Chen Hui picked up the disposable chopsticks, opened them, and handed them to Chen Weiwen naturally. Chen Weiwen put a disposable spoon in the porridge in front of Chen Hui.

The two started to eat lunch. While eating lunch, Chen Hui stared at Chen Weiwen out of the corner of his eye. In fact, he still had some doubts about last night's dream, but judging from Chen Weiwen's performance in the morning, if he asked again, he couldn't find anything. Yes, Chen Hui wanted to know, so he had to find another way.

After lunch, Chen Weiwen got up to clean up, while Chen Hui lay on the sofa with an unpredictable expression.

Chen Weiwen threw the empty lunch box into the trash can in the kitchen, washed his hands, walked out of the kitchen, saw Chen Hui sitting on the sofa, and thought of the eyes he had been glued to his body during the meal just now, he felt a little guilty, "Chen Hui, I'm a little sleepy, I'll go to sleep for a while, and you'll call me later when it's class time."

Chen Hui turned his head and looked at Chen Weiwen, "Weiwen, I have something to ask you."

Chen Weiwen's heart skipped a beat, no way, why did you remember what happened last night so quickly?

"I'll just ask a question, and you can go to bed after asking, okay?" Chen Hui asked.

Chen Weiwen felt bitter, okay, why not, if you say that, can I still refuse.

Chen Weiwen could only walk over with the mentality of seeing death as home, and he didn't know how to describe his mood now, he was a little hopeful and a little scared.

Chen Hui kept looking at Chen Weiwen, not letting go of the expression on his face at all. Seeing Chen Weiwen's tangled face when he heard that he wanted to ask a question, he seemed to understand something instantly.

"Ask." Chen Weiwen sat on the sofa about two people away from Chen Hui. In fact, he wanted to be on the small sofa next to the farthest, but in order not to be noticed by Chen Hui, he had to do as before. Sitting down as usual, his face remained calm and natural as usual.

Chen Hui looked at the distance between Chen Weiwen and himself, and was a little dissatisfied, so he got up and sat down beside Chen Weiwen.

Chen Weiwen looked up at Chen Hui beside him, surprised, why were he so close.

Soon, almost within a second, Chen Weiwen knew what Chen Hui was going to do.Chen Hui directly put his arms around Chen Weiwen, looked up at Chen Weiwen, lowered his head and kissed Chen Weiwen's lips, and then said directly without giving Chen Weiwen any time to react: "Weiwen, I kissed you last night, right?"

There was a 'boom' in Chen Weiwen's mind, he was confused!How did it reveal itself?

The author has something to say: I can’t describe my current mood. I coded thousands of words last night, because Jinjiang now has an auto-save function (some time ago for no reason), and I did save it last night. I wanted to go in and save the manuscript, but when I saw it today, it was gone! ! !blank...

Depression and collapse are not enough to describe my mood. Today, I took advantage of some free time at work and had to re-code, and I coded another [-] words. After I got home from work and turned on the computer, I'll fuck it!It turned out to be blank again...

In the past, I would type on the computer and copy it to the Internet. Recently, Jinjiang’s auto-save function is good. It has been automatically saved a while ago, and it was still there the next day. I just coded on the webpage directly. Thinking of it, I really want to cry!

It’s really painful to re-code the same content three times, but that’s fine. The problem is to keep thinking about how the plot was arranged and how the words were expressed in the previous two times. That pain, I often can’t remember it.I was wrong, and I will never believe that