Tired Bird Knows Return

Do you really have to ask those minutiae before you can give up?

Chen Yanqing looked at the person who was sitting in front of him, who just had to blush his eyes and confuse him with thousands of words, "You never thought that no matter how difficult your life is, even if we can only make phone calls, I can still support you." Is this yours?"

The phone vibrated in his pocket, Chen Yanqing took it out and looked, it was a customer, so he stood up and walked out, then stopped and looked at him halfway, "I think, people must have a thought that can be seen and felt. Just do it."

After speaking, he connected the phone. The small shop was surrounded by a wall. He walked to the wall, touched a leaf, and rubbed it between his fingers.

"Okay, yes, I know, I'm very close, come right over."

After hanging up the phone, looking through the glass, there was only the waiter left at the table.

He strode in, "Hello, where is the person here?"

The waiter was stunned, "Pay the bill and leave."

Chen Yanqing stayed where he was, and the waiter walked around him with a plate and went back to the back kitchen. He wasn't sure if he was speaking too harshly, or because Fucheng was used to leaving quietly like this...

Coming out of the shop, Chen Yanqing was entangled in confused thoughts, he didn't even notice that someone was blocking the way, he didn't raise his head until he yielded left and right twice but failed, "Will you go or not, what the hell..."

Fu Cheng was riding a bicycle, the wind was blowing backwards, his shirt was completely attached to his skin, and the smile on his face made him look unaffected by Chen Yanqing's questioning not long ago.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Send you there," Fu Cheng patted the back seat, "The mountain bike borrowed from the canteen next door, come up and try it?"

"No, I'll go by myself."

Fucheng grabbed his elbow again, "Come on, it's not good to keep customers waiting too long."

When Chen Yanqing was hesitant, he was directly pushed down on the back seat by that person, and then he pulled his wrist and wrapped his arm around his waist.

Along this narrow road along the coast, no matter whether you go left or right, the direction of the wind is always irregular. Chen Yanqing reported the address, and was taken out for a long time before letting go, changing from hugging him to hugging him. Grab his shirt.

Fu Cheng noticed it, looked down, and said nothing.

"Do you still play with arrows?"

After asking, I thought Fucheng didn't hear it, and was about to repeat it, when I heard him say, "I haven't played for a long time, I can't concentrate."

【He said that with someone waiting beside him, he could concentrate more. 】

Chen Yanqing suddenly remembered what the club owner said, his heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Yes, work is busy after all."

"I'll wait for you to finish and send you back to where you live."

"No, I might be late, don't wait, or, you can go to Duan Xiaoming, I'll go to you guys later."

The wind carried his word "good" into his ears, and Chen Yanqing was behind him, staring at his back in a daze.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

"I originally wanted to get in touch with you first. It's not too late to talk about cooperation after the product batch number is released. I didn't expect you, Xiao Chen, to be so interesting. If I knew it, I would have made an appointment with you earlier!"

Chen Yanqing smiled gently, and shook hands with him, "Mr. Li, it is my honor to come to Dongshan Island to meet you."

Chen Yanqing doesn't like to deal with people, but it's not that he can't. Boss Li donated a lot of money to the construction of the island, and he keeps returning to the island two or three times a year. He loves the house and the black, and talks about the development direction of the resort island. There are always common topics of.

After seeing off people, Chen Yanqing took out his mobile phone, there were many unread messages on it, the top one was Duan Xiaoming's, Chen Yanqing opened his eyes when he clicked on it, the phone was dialed, and was quickly connected.

"It's over, come back quickly!" Duan Xiaoming raised his voice and shouted.

"Come back right away, don't let them continue!"

"I can't stop it, hurry up."

The phone was dropped, Chen Yanqing stopped the taxi, and reported the address of the hotel after getting in the car, "Master, hurry up, someone is about to die."

After rushing to the place where he lived, what he saw after entering the house was a mess, Duan Xiaoming hugged a pillow and hid on the window sill of the bay window.

And on the carpet in front of the sofa, three big men intertwined in an almost twisted posture, the room smelled of alcohol and tobacco, one blushed and the other had thick necks.

"Let go," Chen Yanqing bit his lips and slapped Yuan Ye's forehead, "You're going to strangle him, let go!"

Yuan Ye drunkenly let out a voice from his throat to express his threat, but Chen Yanqing ignored it, it took a lot of effort to untie these three people, and after that they arranged a space for each of them, and then walked to the side of Duan Xiaoming, Open the window, "Is there any discomfort?"

Duan Xiaoming shook his head, "There was a fight, Fucheng seems to be injured."

I was scared, Chen Yanqing thought, probably never thought that these three people would always be beaten in turn.

"You take Zhuang Yan back to the hotel, let him wake up from the bar, and then check whether he is injured."

After Duan Xiaoming agreed, Chen Yanqing hailed the car, and did not come back to accommodate the other two until the car left.

He took Yuan Ye back to his own room, took off his clothes, wrapped him in a nightgown, gave him anti-alcohol medicine, and finally stuffed him back under the quilt.

When he returned to his room, Fu Cheng sat up at some point, leaned against the sofa, and asked him for water when he came in.

"I asked you to find Duan Xiaoming, not to fight Yuan Ye." Chen Yanqing poured water over, squatted beside him, and lifted his chin with his index finger. The corners of his mouth were bruised and his cheekbones were scratched. What will happen tomorrow? Also have to swell half of the face.

"It was the grandson who insisted on fighting me," Fu Cheng corrected, "He did it first!"

Chen Yanqing originally wanted to tease him a few words, but felt that he was so drunk that he probably couldn't understand, so he gave up, took a water glass and fed it to his mouth, and waited for him to take a few sips before asking, "Where do you live, what do I say?" take you back."

"Chen Yanqing," Fu Cheng held his shoulders indifferently, "I'm already like this, do you still want me to go?"

"Otherwise, you want to play tricks on me by drinking?" Chen Yanqing looked like he didn't want to, hugged his arms to help him up, and then staggered towards the door, "You don't have to say anything, Go sleep with Yuan Ye, and go back by yourself when you sober up tomorrow."

The door was opened by him and slammed shut again with a strong thrust.

Chen Yanqing didn't stand still, he subconsciously supported the door behind him, and then discussed with the person behind him who was holding him tightly in his arms, "If you're crazy about drinking, I will,"

"It hurts..." Fucheng's strong smell of alcohol enveloped him, and when he spoke, his lips brushed against his ears, causing him to stop the sound, "Chen Yanqing, I'm in a little pain."

It took Chen Yanqing a long time to recover, she turned to support him and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Fucheng stood unsteadily, raised his hand in a vain manner, covered his heart with the palm of his hand, then bent down and kept pressing down, "This wine is really strong, help me see it, Yuan Ye Did the grandson buy fake wine!"

The tension caused by him dissipated, Chen Yanqing was angry and funny, "Yes, how many of you big men can fight without drinking fake wine?" He turned around and picked him up.

Sudden weightlessness, Chen Yanqing managed to regain his composure, and said angrily, "You're pretending again!"

Fucheng acted as if he hadn't heard of it, his drunkenness receded, and he put on a calm expression, "Real wine, don't move, I might not be able to hold it steady."

Chen Yanqing didn't move, and was carried all the way in by him, lifted the gauze curtain and put it on the bed, then shrank back uncomfortably, "You..."

Fucheng was speechless, unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, loosened the belt, pulled out the belt and threw it on the ground, then knelt on the bed with his right knee, approaching the target slowly and lightly like a cheetah.

Chen Yanqing's mind was blank and he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He retreated to his back against the head of the bed, then to the left, one arm blocked the way, and to the right, the other arm blocked the front, Chen Yanqing looked at the person who was close at hand , "Fucheng, don't mess around, I haven't yet,"

"nothing?"

"I don't have any idea of ​​what to do with you yet!" Chen Yanqing raised his hand to press against his left chest, because if he didn't stop him, the man would kiss him.

"That's right." Fu Cheng kept moving forward instead, pushing his hand back continuously, and later Chen Yanqing tasted the wine in his mouth, and his kiss became deeper and deeper, full and endless.

Chen Yanqing hid from his touch a few times, on the waist or on the legs, and then couldn't escape. He held his legs and laid them flat on the bed. Exquisite, well-proportioned lines, and the appearance of the dream is no different.

The kissing and touching stopped one after another. When Chen Yanqing came back to his senses, he found that his legs were wrapped around his waist for some reason, and he, lying on his body, listened carefully, and there was a sound of even and peaceful breathing. .

"Fucheng?"

No response.

"You..." Chen Yanqing poked him, "Get up."

Not moving.

Chen Yanqing felt that the place under his body was pressed very uncomfortable, and he tried several times before pushing him off his body. When he lay paralyzed beside him, Chen Yanqing couldn't help covering him to death with a pillow.

"Sleep to death, you bastard."

The next day, in the morning, Yuan Ye washed up. When he opened the door, the opposite door also opened.

"You, you, you, you, you got up very early!"

Fu Cheng deliberately touched the corner of his mouth, "Morning."

Yuan Ye coughed dryly, skipped him and glanced behind him, "Where's Yanqing?"

"I don't know, I'm not inside." After waking up, there was no one in the room, Fu Cheng remembered the scene of last night, and was so annoyed that he had nowhere to reason.

"You are up."

Duan Xiaoming came in from the gate while talking, and walked in front of the two of them, "Yanqing is already on the Huandao Road, his rented car is parked at the gate, and he can't catch up now, but he should be able to play on the top of the mountain." for a while."

"Mountain climbing?" Yuan Ye yelled, "I'm not going, what kind of mountain are you climbing before you're sober, you go, I'll have dinner." After finishing speaking, he retreated to the room.

The door closed in front of the two of them.

Fu Cheng walked over at this time and said, "Thank you."

Riding up the mountain from the road around the island, Fucheng met Chen Yanqing who was going down the mountain on the way, and the other party slowly stopped the car next to him, "Are you sober?"

"Yesterday I,"

"I drank too much, I know." Chen Yanqing got out of the car and went to the fence to take a picture of the sea view in the distance. "I'm a little thirsty. I just saw someone selling sweet soup on the mountain. Can you buy me a copy?"

Fucheng looked at him, and said after a while, "You go back to your residence first, I bought it and sent it back."

"How about that, I'll wait for you here."

"Go back first, the weather is bad, the sea breeze is too damp, and it will be dangerous if it rains."

Chen Yanqing was startled, and after listening to his instructions, he looked up at the sky after he rode up the bike, and muttered, "The weather is so good, how can it rain?"

Thirst is fake, waiting for you is also fake, only the sweet soup on the top of the mountain is real, Chen Yanqing didn't want to be so wicked at first, but just thinking about what happened last night now, I feel like the five poisons are attacking my heart.

Cycling back, he was humming a little song, and when he arrived at the B&B, Yuan Ye was helping Zhuang Yan set up a barbecue grill in the yard, so he got off the car and went to help non-stop.

Duan Xiaoming came out of the house, saw him, and looked around again, "Yanqing, where is Fucheng?"

"How would I know."

"You two haven't met?"

Chen Yanqing pursed her lips and shrugged, and heard him say, "I just checked the weather forecast and it said that it will rain in a while. I figured the timing of your trip is just right, why didn't it happen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rattling sound on the large awning above his head, and Zhuang Yan moved the barbecue grill in, "It's okay, it's raining, and I came back naturally without seeing anyone."

Yuan Ye also agreed, and brought him a Coke, "The rain stopped in the afternoon and we started to eat. It's good to live by the sea, and the seafood is cheap."

"En." Chen Yanqing took it and took a sip absently.

It was said to be a shower, but it became heavier and longer and lasted longer. After half an hour, an hour, and two hours passed, the barbecue grill was still soaked by the pouring rainwater. It was just that for so long, there was no one in Fucheng.

Duan Xiaoming told Chen Yanqing when he used the restroom as an excuse to hide his anxiety for the third time, "Bring an umbrella, there is an umbrella compartment at the door."

As if Chen Yanqing had been granted amnesty, "I'll take a look and come back soon."