There is a price to be paid for cheating food and drinking

Qi Yu was very honest along the way, Feng Jiayang couldn't help laughing when he looked at the person who was sleeping soundly leaning against the car window, why didn't he drink so much after seeing him for three years.

After the car stopped at the destination, Feng Jiayang still couldn't wake Qi Yu up, so he had no choice but to ask the driver to help the drunkard onto his back.

Qi Yu seemed to have fallen asleep, without any strength at all. In order to prevent him from sliding down, Feng Jiayang bent over and carried him with great difficulty, bumping every two steps.After bouncing four or five times, Qi Yu finally had a little reaction, he barely moved, and then there was a burst of retching.

Feng Jiayang's face was sullen, subconsciously trying to hide, but in the end he suppressed the unpleasant smell of alcohol and threatened the person behind him: "If you dare to spit on me, I will rape you tonight."

The half-asleep and half-awake people seem to understand, and they really don't move.

Feng Jiayang was unhappy again, a little downcast, he lowered his voice so low that only he could hear, "Is that why you don't want to get involved with me?"

The terrain of the community where Qi Yu lived was a bit complicated, and for Feng Jiayang who had never been here before, it would be relatively difficult to find the building number accurately.He wandered around the neighborhood for a long time, and after communicating with the people behind him several times to no avail, he decided to find a hotel directly to get a room.

Just when he was about to turn around and return the same way, Qi Yu behind him muttered, he pointed to the third building and left a word, "...Go."

Feng Jiayang frowned, not quite convinced: "Are you sure?"

Qi Yu fell silent again, Feng Jiayang hesitated for a long time, and decided to trust him once.But when he climbed up to the fourth floor with Qi Yu on his back, he regretted it, and said to himself: "I will try my best to carry you up to the sixth floor. If it wasn't for me, I would just throw you into the corridor."

Climbing up to the sixth floor quickly, Feng Jiayang panted heavily, took out a bunch of keys from Qi Yu's pocket with difficulty, tried to open the doors one by one, and finally unlocked the third key.

Feng Jiayang pushed open the door, and said to the people behind him nonchalantly, "It's okay, I haven't forgotten where my home is."

He put the person down against the wall slowly, then went into the room and fumbled to turn on the light, but before he found it, his eyes suddenly lit up.Feng Jiayang turned his head and saw Qi Yu standing next to the switch button. The sudden light made him feel uncomfortable, and he was frowning slightly, raising his hand to block the light.

After slowing down for a while, Qi Yu got used to it. He automatically ignored the presence of Feng Jiayang beside him, walked to the bedside, and then lay down on the bed with a plop.

Qi Yu lived in a one-bedroom apartment. Except for a bathroom, there was a space of [-] to [-] square meters in front of him, so that Feng Jiayang could easily see it all at a glance while standing at the door.

There is only one bed, one table, one cabinet in the room, and two pots of cactus on the window sill, probably because the owner thinks it is monotonous, there is no furniture or decoration.The house didn't look like it had been lived in for three years, but more like a temporary hotel.

Feng Jiayang glanced at the drunkard lying on the bed, put away his confused and confused thoughts and walked over, he carefully straightened Qi Yu, and patiently took off his shoes.

Qi Yu squinted his eyes, and let Feng Jiayang fiddle without moving. Perhaps because of drinking, his brain was a little dull, and there was water in his half-opened eyes, so he just stared at Feng Jiayang affectionately.

Feng Jiayang was a little shy from being stared at, he swallowed, lowered his head and took care of the business at hand.After taking off his shoes and socks, he began to take off Qi Yu's coat again, and then ran to the waistband of his trousers.

Halfway through the solution, Qi Yu suddenly reached out and grabbed his pants tightly.

Feng Jiayang looked up at him, Qi Yu's expression hadn't changed since the beginning, he didn't even frown, he didn't know if this person was awake at this time, or he was pretending to be confused, but he still shyly protected his pants.

He patted Qi Yu's hand helplessly, and explained: "I have no other intentions, it will be uncomfortable to sleep in pants."

Qi Yu didn't respond, and was still holding on tightly.

This scene made Feng Jiayang feel like he was being forced into prostitution, and he said again patiently, "Be obedient, take off and put on pajama pants, it will make you feel more comfortable."

Qi Yu seemed to have listened to this sentence, he moved his drooping eyelids, a small ball of fire burst out from his chest, and said angrily: "No, I have a boyfriend."

Feng Jiayang's expression instantly became shocked and confused.He was stunned for a moment, his throat tightened, and he asked angrily, "What boyfriend?"

His reaction made Qi Yu, who was half-drunk and half-awake, find it very funny. Not only did he let go of his anger just now, but he even played tricks, "I won't tell you."

"When did you have a boyfriend?" Feng Jiayang grabbed the belt with one hand, and pinched Qi Yu's wrist with the other. The two were in a stalemate, and kept pulling each other's belt.Qi Yu's words completely irritated Feng Jiayang, he looked down at the person below him, suppressed his temper and said, "May I ask you something?"

The strength on the wrist gradually increased with the tone of his voice, Qi Yu was pinched and hurt, he struggled subconsciously, with a painful expression on his face.

Qi Yu's eyes were always out of focus. After struggling for a few times to no avail, he looked dully at the person in front of him, finally chose to compromise, and murmured: "Relax...I'll tell you."

Feng Jiayang angrily shook off Qi Yu's hand, turned his head and sat at the end of the bed with his back to him.From being broken up three years ago, to waiting for more than 1000 days, and finally the unexpected reunion at the moment, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. He didn't want to rekindle the old relationship for a long time. I've become a junior.

He unilaterally chose to temporarily break off friendship with Qi Yu, and made a silent oath in his heart that if he was forced to speak up, he would never look back, otherwise his surname would not be Feng.

Feng Jiayang waited for a long time, and finally turned around awkwardly, only to find that the man was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Feng Jiayang suddenly wanted to cry, wanted to vomit out all the grievances, unwillingness, and sadness of the past three years, and let himself cry happily.I still want to grab Qi Yu by the collar and ask him, why does he break up when he says to break up, disappear when he says to disappear, is falling in love a matter for him alone?

In the past three years, he has questioned the air several times, and every time he only responds to the empty echo in the room.But when today's culprit was right in front of him, he flinched and chose to endure the grievances alone, because he was reluctant to say a word of cruelty.

He took a deep breath, rubbed the red corners of his eyes, and stubbornly stepped forward to continue changing Qi Yu's comfortable pajamas.

Qi Yu was woken up again, the slack in his waist made him frown, he closed his eyes and impatiently slapped Feng Jiayang's hand away, and continued the unfinished topic just now, muttering: "My boyfriend is so handsome gone."

Feng Jiayang snorted coldly, his heart was full of high-density, corrosive sourness, "You look good enough to eat."

Qi Yu nodded, as if he had fallen into a dream he created, and praised selflessly: "...he can also repair mobile phones."

Feng Jiayang roughly pulled off Qi Yu's pants, and threw them on the ground angrily, "What is there to be proud of as a repairman?"

"He can also use computers." Qi Yu said.

Feng Jiayang suppressed his anger, turned around and took out the pajama pants from the closet and threw them on Qi Yu's body, "Dogs know how to do it these days."

Qi Yuman didn't care, he smirked, "I...wouldn't."

Feng Jiayang's face was extremely dark: "..."

The person on the bed continued to mutter: "He can also design software...write programs, type codes, it's amazing anyway."

"He's not afraid that his hair will all fall out. Someday he will die suddenly..." Feng Jiayang's whole body froze instantly, as if he was nailed to the ground, for a long time Didn't move.

Qi Yu was still muttering, but Feng Jiayang couldn't listen to a word.

He looked at Qi Yu dully, then rushed over, grabbed the dazed man, and forced him to look at him.Feng Jiayang pretended to be calm and asked, but couldn't hide his already trembling voice: "Who is your boyfriend?"

It is often said that mixing wine is the easiest way to get drunk.

Qi Yu was so drunk that he was in a daze, his consciousness was running around in his mind, and he couldn't get together no matter what.Reluctantly, he half-opened his eyes, frowned into a straight line, and looked displeased at the man in front of him who was clutching him tightly.

Feng Jia couldn't wait any longer, and asked again: "Who is it?"

Qi Yu stared at Feng Jiayang for a long time, his expression gradually changed from irritability to astonishment, and he asked stupidly, "Why...you look so much like my boyfriend?"

Feng Jiayang felt a "bang", and the joy in his heart seemed to explode into a colorful firework. It crossed the silent night sky, imprinted in the darkness, and portrayed the light of love to those who missed it.