Tired Bird Knows Return

"Only soda water, do you drink it?"

Chen Yanqing turned his back to Fucheng when he said this, put the milk in his hand back into the milk box, then opened the refrigerator door, took out two bottles of soda water and walked back, his pupils dilated after seeing Fucheng's actions For a moment, "What are you doing?"

Fu Cheng drank the liquid in the glass like drinking water, and then looked at him innocently, "I'm too thirsty."

It was a bottle of whiskey that he had drunk but didn't finish. It was placed on the coffee table and never put away in the cabinet. Chen Yanqing went to the sofa and sat down, and put the soda water on the coffee table, "Who quenches his thirst with wine? You still Do you want to drive?"

Fu Cheng then leaned back, as if wanting to have a good sleep, "This is at best considered drunk driving, not drunk driving."

"crazy?"

As he spoke, he got up to take the wine away, but Fu Cheng was faster than him, snatched it over and held it in his arms, "I drank all the wine, does it make any difference if I drink more or less?"

Chen Yanqing was stunned for a while, then sat back down, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Well," Fu Cheng said, "Chen Yanqing, you seem to repel me a bit."

"No."

"Then you can hug me." He put down the wine bottle, opened his arms towards him, his eyes were burning, and Chen Yanqing didn't know how to react for a while.

"Don't hug me, old classmate?"

After all these years, I haven't learned anything else, but I know how to fight psychological warfare with others. Chen Yanqing looked at him for a long time before getting up and going over. It was a symbolic hug, but when he was about to retreat, he held him in his arms , listen to him say, "Hold for a while."

"Fucheng," the more he struggled, the tighter he hugged Fucheng, and leaned back towards the sofa, Chen Yanqing was almost lying on top of him, "Enough Fucheng, does the old classmate have to hug him for so long?"

Fucheng didn't make a sound, Chen Yanqing only felt that the hand on his back was moving all the time, like a caress, with a bit of bewildering ambiguity.

"Fucheng, you,"

Before he finished speaking, he held his back knee and hugged him on his lap. When he refused, he also held his wrist in his hand. It was only half a glass of wine, but Fucheng seemed drunk.

"Chen Yanqing, do you really think we can be old classmates?"

"Otherwise?" Being restrained, Chen Yanqing didn't move anymore, looking directly at him like this, the air pressure became lower and lower, "You don't want a lot of things, I shouldn't owe you anything."

"Can you tell who owes whom?"

"What can't be said?" Chen Yanqing suddenly said loudly, "What can't be said in Fucheng? Is it because I can't get through the phone? Is it because I can't answer the letter? Is it because I used some shit brother to test you, or did I drink alcohol?" Why don't you leave at your house?"

The strength on the wrist loosened a bit, but he still couldn't pull it away. Chen Yanqing sat down stiffly, and squeezed forward very deliberately. Fu Cheng's eyes changed quickly. Before he could react from these words, Chen Yanqing grabbed his chin ruthlessly, pushed him down on the back of the sofa, and kissed him, or it wasn't called kissing, it should be called biting, when his lips were bitten, there was a momentary stinging pain, Fu Cheng woke up again, turned over with him in his arms, and pressed him on the sofa, "Chen Yanqing!"

"Don't you just want this?" Chen Yanqing said calmly, "Everyone is an adult, so it's hypocrisy to make any kind of classmate friendship for this matter."

Whether it was resentment or hatred, Fucheng couldn't tell for a while. The only thing he knew was that Chen Yanqing had a suit of armor. It was a scab that had dried up on his body over the years. When it was broken off, it would bleed again. All he could do was wait for it. Comes off automatically.

Fucheng didn't reply all the time, he stuck it down slowly, kissed the corner of his mouth, and wiped away the drops of water falling from the corner of his eyes into the back of his ears, then got up, picked up the car keys on the coffee table, "in a few days I'll see you again."

For as long as Fucheng walked, the house was quiet for a long time. When Chen Yanqing sat up from the sofa again, the time on the phone screen was already two o'clock in the morning. After that, until dawn, the whiskey became an empty bottle and was thrown into the trash can .

A week later, a bar-style restaurant.

Yue Xiaoshuang held up a glass of beer, "Everyone, let's toast the boss, thank the boss for his desperate fight, and keep this year's year-end award for us!"

After speaking, everyone at the long table stood up, Xie Jingrui exchanged a helpless look with Chen Yanqing who was beside him, "Just thank you both." After speaking, he drank the wine.

After everyone finished drinking and sat down, Yue Xiaoshuang continued, "By the way, is the boss' birthday coming soon?"

Xie Jingrui nodded, "Why do you worry about me?"

"Hey, isn't it a pity to see our boss, Yushu facing the wind, getting older and having no companion all the time?" He said, took out his mobile phone, pulled out a photo from the album, and saw Xie Jingrui after a few people Right now, "Do you want to make arrangements for the boss this year?"

Ruan Shilan was amused, and couldn't help tugging at her sleeve, "Xiao Shuang, if you continue talking, the year-end bonus will be lost again."

Everyone laughed, Chen Yanqing also laughed, then turned to Xie Jingrui and asked softly, "What date is it?"

"It doesn't matter," Xie Jingrui said, "Let's eat, cuttlefish rice, don't you like it?"

People heard this, and Yue Xiaoshuang glanced back and forth strangely, "Boss, in fact, our Yanqing is also good, why don't you think about it too?"

"Yes, yes, yes," another person echoed, "Yanqing and you are inseparable, it's hard not to have some feelings, isn't it?"

Chen Yanqing was afraid that these people would make a fuss, and would make fun of him on weekdays, but at this moment, he started making noise, and Chen Yanqing couldn't stop what he said.

"Aren't I waiting too?"

With Xie Jingrui's words, the table fell silent. For a moment, those who knocked on the cups knocked on the cups, and those who patted the table patted the table, excited like a successful marriage scene.

Chen Yanqing felt embarrassed and didn't know what to do. In fact, he thought he had just talked about it at home last time, but he didn't expect Xie Jingrui to admit his thoughts in disguise in front of so many people.

"I, I'm going to the bathroom!" After saying that, he ran away.

When he came out again, the hair on his forehead was a little wet. Instead of going back immediately, he went out the gate and lit a cigarette on the side of the street.

Since leaving his house last time, Chen Yanqing hasn't seen that person again for a whole week, and the text message on the mobile phone still stays on the sentence that Long Ke downstairs picked him up, there is no text, and there is no missed call.

He locked the screen of his phone, put it back in his pocket, and put out the burnt cigarette butt in the ashtray on the trash can. When he turned and walked back, he was stopped again.

The man was also tall, lying in front of him, the light was dimmed.

"I remember who you are."

Chen Yanqing looked at him inexplicably, "If there is no memory loss, it will not be difficult for you to remember who I am."

The man smiled, "I mean, I met you three years ago."

"Three years ago?" Chen Yanqing felt even more strange, "Where did you meet me?"

"Jiangbei University."

"Aren't you just a sophomore?" Chen Yanqing stopped in time and changed his words, "You may have remembered wrongly."

"Jiangbei University Foreign Languages ​​Department, I went to hear your graduation defense," he said.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yanqing was also very polite, "Well, that's my honor."

"Have a drink together?" The man turned sideways to get out of the way, "I thought it was boring at the time, but my brother didn't seem to think so."