After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

Jiang Fan is a thoughtful person, he has always known this.

So it's not easy to hide from him.

Zhou Cheng knew that he was not a person with superb acting skills, so in order to hide this from the past, he could only pretend as much as possible.

Thanks to the previous family situation, there was another reason for him to prevaricate.

If you are in business, you know a few faces, there is nothing to doubt about that.

However, what Zhou Cheng didn't expect was that, with He Minnan's face and his last name, Jiang Fan recognized him 800 years earlier.

It's just that I don't understand his relationship with He Xiao, or his relationship with Zhou Cheng.

Judging from the way the two looked at each other just now, it should be that they knew each other, but they just met but didn't say hello, and Zhou Cheng's reaction, there should be something else.

Jiang Fan nodded and didn't say anything, probably because he believed his rhetoric, or because he didn't want to tell the truth, so he stopped asking.

Only then did Zhou Cheng secretly heave a sigh of relief, and after thinking about it, he asked again, "He said just now that he would pay for your medical expenses, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, someone gave him a drink when he was working. He wanted to take the medicine, but I stopped him. He was so angry that he asked someone to beat me up."

He was called to the hospital, and he knew how serious it was, not to mention the wound on his face.

Zhou Cheng was silent for a while after listening.

Jiang Fan leaned against the head of the bed, maybe thinking of something unpleasant, his face was a little dull.

Zhou Cheng looked a little uncomfortable, and asked in a low voice, "...Is there anything I can do to help?"

If I don't do anything, I always feel sorry for him. Although he didn't cause this situation, but Jiang Fan usually takes care of him. He can't let him live alone in the hospital without anyone to take care of him.

Jiang Fan raised his eyes, looked at him and sneered, "What can you do for me, I'm not paralyzed on the bed and can't take care of myself."

After finishing speaking, he realized that his words were wrong, his face froze, his smile faded, and he said softly, "Sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Zhou Cheng was also stunned for a while, and it took him a while to realize the meaning of his words.

She smiled lightly, and shook her head, "It's okay, I can still make jokes like this, and I'm used to my mother's situation, and you didn't mean it, so I'm sorry."

Jiang Fan slightly hooked the corners of his lips, as if thinking of something, his eyebrows twitched, "That's right."

As he spoke, he turned sideways from the bed and reached for the drawer of the bedside table.

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng had sharp eyesight and quick hands, got up and pulled him away first.

Jiang Fan pushed aside a few things inside, took out two black ticket samples from the bottom, sat back in his original seat, and handed the ticket samples in front of Zhou Cheng.

"Can you go back on Saturday this week? I bought a ticket for the Friday night concert. I heard you say it a long time ago. It's your favorite performer, right?"

He thought he would see a surprise or a happy look on Zhou Cheng's face, but he didn't want to, he was just stunned.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Fan saw that he didn't make the expected reaction, and keenly noticed something, his eyes dimmed slightly.

Zhou Cheng looked at the black ticket with his favorite performer himself printed on it, his brain seemed to be stuck, it stopped turning, and he couldn't react for a while.

He didn't expect Jiang Fan to prepare such a surprise for him.

Just overwhelmed.

If He Xiao hadn't told him that he would come to pick him up this Friday and listen together, this might really be a surprise.

These two tickets are not cheap. For an ordinary person who works as a part-time student, it may cost a month's salary of a part-time job, and maybe even more.

Zhou Cheng's Adam's apple slid up and down nervously, slowly stretched out his hand, took the ticket, and held it in his hand.

He drooped his eyelids, stroked the smooth paper with his fingers, and thanked in a low voice.

"Why? Don't you want to listen?" Jiang Fan looked at his expression calmly, "You don't seem very happy."

"No..." Zhou Cheng shook his head, but his mind was spinning fast, trying to find a way to prevaricate it like just now, but no matter how you say it, the refusal would only seem very abrupt at this time, and he didn't want to show it too much. obvious.

"Want to go there that Friday?"

Zhou Cheng raised his head, as if being struck by lightning, he pursed his lips, and after a while of silence, he hesitated, "Why don't you go, your injuries are not healed, so don't run around Better."

Jiang Fan looked at him, with a slight smile on his lips, but the light in his eyes dimmed little by little, "I'm almost fully recovered, and I'll be discharged from the hospital on Friday, why can't I go."

"Besides," a deep darkness flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up, "If I don't go, won't the injuries all over my body be in vain?"

Zhou Cheng was taken aback, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words, Na Na opened his mouth, "...what does your injury have to do with this?"

"Part-time job," Jiang Fan smiled slowly, with smiles in his eyes, but this smile has no warmth, and is full of wanton and unrestrained sneers, "For these two tickets, I have been in the bar for the past few weeks. Working part-time, all the wages are used to buy these two tickets, it would be a pity if you don't listen."

Zhou Cheng's fingers immediately squeezed the ticket sample in his hand.

My heart was pounding, and my thoughts were in a mess.

In other words, if it weren't for these two tickets, Jiang Fan wouldn't have gone to the bar to work. If he didn't go to the bar, he wouldn't be injured and hospitalized.

He knew Jiang Fan's temperament, and he didn't say this to make him feel guilty, but just wanted to tell him that these two tickets were hard-won.

He really wanted to go with him.

Zhou Cheng lowered his eyes, his heart began to waver.

Not far away, Jiang Fan looked at his tangled expression, pulled his lower lip, and asked calmly, "Do you have any arrangements, so you can't go with me?"

Zhou Cheng raised his head and met his questioning eyes, his heart seemed to be blocked by a huge rock, and even his words were blocked in his heart, and he couldn't say anything.

After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and put the ticket in his pocket.

"No, let's listen together that Friday."

Jiang Fan stared at him with a smile on his face, something flashed in his eyes, "Yeah."

The two had another conversation. Zhou Cheng still had class tomorrow morning, so he left after sitting for a while.

On the way back, he leaned against the back seat, and that uneasy feeling jumped out from the bottom of his heart.

Things that have to be resolved sooner or later, and evasion is just to delay the time to face them.

He looked at his phone and remembered the very intimate and touching "See you on Friday" that the man pressed against his lips before going out in the afternoon.

I became more and more anxious.

After thinking left and right, he still opened the screen saver with his finger, and called the phone in one go.

Obviously he took the initiative to call, but Zhou Cheng was begging in his heart not to pick up the call.

However, just like most people pray to God, most of the time, God doesn't even take a bird.

After the lengthy beep, the man's familiar voice came through the receiver.

"Hey?"

Listening to his voice, Zhou Cheng remembered that after arriving at school in the evening, he forgot to call him again, and the man had specifically yelled at him before.

He cleared his throat, temporarily put the matter out of his mind, and said in a tone of extremely complicated emotions, "That... Uncle Xiao."

"what's up?"

"I...I have something to tell you."

On the other end of the phone, He Xiao listened to him hesitating, like the tone of a primary school student preparing to report his grades in front of his parents after failing an exam, and a series of deep smiles overflowed from his throat, "Since you haven't figured out how to tell me, then I'll call back later."

After speaking, he took off the phone.

Just as he was about to hang up, the boy's anxious voice sounded again on the other end of the call. He raised his eyebrows and put the phone back on his ear.

"I just want to say, I don't want to go to the concert on Friday."

He Xiao didn't have a big reaction, "Why?"

"One of my roommates was injured. He was alone in the hospital. No one in the family came to take care of him. Our dormitory took turns to take care of him. It was my turn on Friday."

Sitting in the car, Zhou Cheng's mind went blank, he didn't even know what he said.

Tonight was probably the night he lied the most in his life.

They were all sick and hospitalized, but the family didn't take care of them.

Rao is a strange thing that ordinary people can find, so He Xiao is naturally not a problem.

But he didn't ask, or he didn't bother to reveal it.

"Jiang Fan?"

Apart from the name that appeared most frequently in front of him, he couldn't think of anyone else.

Inexplicably, when Zhou Cheng heard him ask this question, he subconsciously denied it.

"No, another roommate."

I can't tell the reason, but I just feel that it is not a good thing to be noticed by such a man, for example, himself.

Since he answered quickly, like a subconscious behavior, the man didn't seem suspicious.

"If you don't go, don't go, it's up to you."

Originally, he went because Zhou Cheng was interested. Since he didn't want to go, he didn't want to go.

Sitting in the back seat of the carriage, Zhou Cheng was stunned when he heard the man's answer.

that's it?

Before the phone call, he thought that he was about to cross a big mountain, but he didn't expect it to start, and the mountain disappeared first.

He opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

Seeing that he was silent, He Xiao raised his head from the document, twirling the signature pen between his fingers, "Is there anything else?"

"No..." Zhou Cheng stammered back, "Then I'll go back on Saturday morning."

''OK Bye Bye. "

Hearing the extremely gentle words in his ears, He Xiao's deep eyes moved, with a hint of joy in the corners of his eyes, he took off his phone and hung up.

In the next few days, when there was no class during the day, Zhou Cheng took time to visit Jiang Fan in the hospital.

On Thursday, Jiang Fan was discharged from the hospital and returned to school.

Although he had already greeted He Xiao, Zhou Cheng always felt a little uneasy.

The venue of the concert is not in this city, but in Shanghai. This is one of the reasons why Zhou Cheng feels uneasy. It is so close that it is inevitable that we will not meet.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't even talk about going there. He Xiao probably wouldn't go there again. He usually looks very busy, so he probably doesn't have this spare time.

With this in mind, Zhou Cheng and Jiang Fan drove over together on Friday night.