Arranged marriages

"What happened?" He Yiming instinctively realized that something was wrong. As Wen Zhaofei's roommate, if Wen Zhaofei really encountered any danger, he obviously couldn't just sit idly by, so he quickly asked, "You send me a location, I will Just got off work, come right away."

Wen Zhaofei's voice was tired, he paused, and said: "...um." After a while, he asked again, "Will you come?"

What happened?

Everyone in the company knew that Wen Zhaofei was taking a day off today because he was going to get a certificate, so after get off work, several people urged Wen Zhaofei to go to the bar.Just in time to complete a good deal of business, Wen Zhaofei hoped to count on this business to rise one more level and become the youngest manager in the investment bank.

The proud Wen Zhaofei needs to win over contacts, so he agrees to the booing of this group of people.He didn't drink and ordered a glass of juice.The light ball above the head rotates, spreading colorful light to the crowd on the dance floor. The music is loud and the atmosphere is very good. The young colleagues have already taken off their jackets and went to disco, leaving Wen Zhaofei in the booth to watch thing.

Everything was normal at first, until Wen Zhaofei heard his familiar voice pass by his ears.

"Brother, you are still living in the rehearsal room today, where will you not go back to sister-in-law?"

Wen Zhaofei looked hesitantly at the source of the voice. The speaker was sitting under the light of the bar counter, with an afro burning his head.The side face is so round that the jaw line cannot be seen.He knew this person too well, he was the keyboard player of Gao Si's band, and his name was Fan Jing.

"I won't go back. I always feel that I am not so satisfied with the melody." Gao Si took a puff of cigarettes, the smoke wrapped his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, "I don't feel at all when I live with him, I can't write Songs, what else do I do if I can’t write songs, I can retire.”

Speaking of this, Fan Jing laughed: "Good guy, my sister-in-law is so good-looking, her legs and waist are more exciting than women, and if you don't write hundreds of dirty songs, do you have the nerve to say you love my sister-in-law? You can't do it?"

Wen Zhaofei's booth is next to the bar.Wen Zhaofei turned his back to the bar, so neither of them noticed that Wen Zhaofei was nearby, until Wen Zhaofei stood beside them, and calmly said to the bartender: "Seat 18, a glass of gin and tonic."

Then Fan Jing couldn't laugh anymore, Fan Jing looked back and forth between Wen Zhaofei and Gao Si in bewilderment, guessing that Wen Zhaofei heard most of his dirty words, and finally blushed and stammered: "Brother ...Sister-in-law...I, I'm going to the toilet."

Ran.

It ran just fine.

Wen Zhaofei took the gin and tonic handed to him by the bartender, poked the glass forward, and touched the zombie in Gao Si's hand with a crisp sound.His tone was very light, and he said blankly: "What about writing songs? It's really good."

Gao Si was very familiar with Wen Zhaofei's expression, it was the sign before Wen Zhaofei got angry.In order not to make Wen Zhaofei angry, he apologized in advance: "Fei Fei, listen to me, I do have a performance on May [-]st. I just came back and I have to work on the album..."

"I'm quite busy." Wen Zhaofei raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "If you are very busy, I will sort out the things at home and send them to you later. Oh, by the way, give me an address, otherwise I will Send it to the trash can. I remember that Yamaha’s silent guitar was quite expensive, and I haven’t seen any good things written by you, so it seems that it’s better to recycle waste.”

When he speaks ruthlessly, he is extremely lethal, especially when he insults Gao Si's career, clever irony is more annoying than illogical swearing.

Gao Si frowned: "Wen Zhaofei, don't..." He wanted to say, Wen Zhaofei, you don't want to push yourself too hard, but Wen Zhaofei robbed him of the words: "I don't? It's right that I don't marry you." He took out the marriage certificate from his pocket. Show the certificate to Gao Si, coincidentally because he hasn't been home for a day, this marriage certificate is beside him, "I'm married, I forgot to treat you to a wedding wine, I'm really sorry."

Gao Si's attention was indeed attracted by the marriage certificate, he wanted to take the marriage certificate away to confirm its authenticity, but Wen Zhaofei dodged it.He laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, but he didn't feel warm at all, like a machete, stabbing Gao Si directly.

Wen Zhaofei said: "Bartender, I bought his wine, so let's treat him as a wedding wine."

"Are you really married?" Gao Si couldn't believe it, and then he was angry, he felt that Wen Zhaofei had greened him, "You fucking love me?"

"None of your business." Wen Zhaofei gulped down the gin and tonic in the glass, moved closer, and stared at Gao Si with his big eyes, full of provocation.He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you tall and skinny?"

He punctured the secret that Gao Si thought he had kept well, even though he shot him because of casual nonsense.During the two years that Gao Si was with him, there was always something to sleep on when they went out to perform. This is almost a trend in the band circle that will never be shown on the bright side.The stars standing on the stage are as dazzling as the sun after a dozen lights, and there are countless crazy fans. There are always little girls who are willing to dedicate their bodies to these so-called paper talents.Rebellious girls take pleasure in dedicating their bodies to their idols. It’s understandable if you love me, but if I mention it in the future, it’s just a romantic history of these singers.

Gao Si's shock couldn't be overstated. He pondered for a while, and felt that he had never shown his feet. He was sure that Wen Zhaofei was talking nonsense, so he refused to admit it: "I didn't. You listen to some bastard talking nonsense. I just don't think we are suitable for each other. Marriage, marriage is irresponsible to you and me. But you, cheating behind my back, what is the origin of that man?"

"No one is talking nonsense to me. I'm just talking casually. Did I really hit the mark? Isn't it?" Wen Zhaofei smiled, beckoning the bartender to make a few more glasses of gin and tonic, "Are you saying I'm the incumbent? ? Oh, he is a programmer from Tsinghua University, more handsome than you, and more promising than you." When he mentioned He Yiming, he acted as if there was something real, and pointed to himself and said, "The point is, he loves me with all his heart. .”

Gao Si became anxious: "I really don't have flesh and blood... I love you too, and I'm single-minded. I just don't think we're suitable for marriage, Fei Fei, not all love goes to the point of marriage..."

It doesn't matter if there is or not, they have already broken up.

Wen Zhaofei drank the gin and tonic brought by the bartender one cup at a time, thinking that he was really blind, while listening to Gao Si talking nonsense about his views on love.Is there really love in this world that is not suitable for marriage?Yes, fake love.A love that wants to enjoy pleasure but is unwilling to take responsibility, a false infatuation.

"Have you finished?" Wen Zhaofei finished drinking the last glass of gin and tonic with a smile, "I'm going home, I'll change the lock tomorrow, and you don't have to return the key."

When walking back to the booth, Wen Zhaofei felt that he was a little dizzy, he seemed to have drunk five or six glasses of gin and tonic.He went to pay the bill in a frivolous step, and explained to a colleague who came back to rest that he had an upset stomach and wanted to go back first, so that they could have fun.Finally, he walked to the door of the bar and sat on the steps to call He Yiming.

His stomach was burning, nausea gushed out of his throat repeatedly, and his brain seemed to be immersed in a very dense liquid, unable to move.

Wen Zhaofei asked He Yiming aggrievedly: "Will you come?"

In fact, it is reasonable for He Yiming to come or not. Anyway, he and He Yiming don't have a good relationship, and he doesn't know why he insists on calling He Yiming when he can call a friend.Probably he was drunk.Getting drunk is a good excuse to make everything reasonable.For a moment, he even wanted to take He Yiming in, kiss and dance in front of Gao Si, as long as Gao Si was unhappy, he would be happy.

Wen Zhaofei, who had never been wronged like this since childhood, thought so.

He Yiming lowered his voice and laughed: "What are you thinking? Why didn't I come."

When He Yiming lowered his voice, his speech was not as carefree as usual, his voice had a texture, like the reverberation of the piano case of an empty-handed guitar, a bit sullen.Wen Zhaofei said in a daze, "It sounds nice when you speak like that."

He Yiming on the other end may have glanced at the location, paused, and couldn't help teasing Wen Zhaofei narrowly: "Are you at the bar? Drunk?"

Maybe he was drunk.Wen Zhaofei's brain was still in a stagnant state. He said frankly that he forgot to pretend to be omnipotent in front of his deadly enemy, including the amount of alcohol: "I don't know, I drank several glasses of gin and tonic, and then I became very dizzy, maybe because I was drunk Alright."

"You still drink because you have a bad stomach." He Yiming said helplessly, "I'll be there in 10 minutes, and I'll pick up the drunk and go back to bed soon."

The drunk himself felt that the world in front of him was like a collection of countless large light spots, and it became more and more blurred. He blinked: "Then hurry up."

For some reason, He Yiming unexpectedly felt that Wen Zhaofei, who was drunk, spoke quite cutely. He would add small modal particles at the end of every sentence, speak softly and softly, and utter every sentence Both elongated, innocent and cute.

He deliberately didn't hang up the phone, but had nothing to say: "Where are you now?"

"I'm sitting at the entrance of the bar, on the steps." Wen Zhaofei said, "Oh...Gao Si, can you go back, you are so annoying! I don't want to see you!"

Then the phone was hung up.He Yiming keenly caught the word "Gao Si" as the key word, he frowned, and finally figured out why Wen Zhaofei was still drunk even though he knew he had a stomach problem, he was worried, so he stepped on the gas pedal.

Why can't Wen Zhaofei have a long memory if he is still disconnected from Gao Si?

He Yiming kind of hated iron but not steel.When he arrived, Gao Si was arguing with Wen Zhaofeila.Wen Zhaofei pushed Gao Si: "I'm so annoying, I said someone will come to pick me up, can you fucking stay away from me."

Gao Si said: "If you're drunk, you should go in and sit down instead of sitting outside in the cold wind. You'll spit it out later if you get a stomach problem."

He put his arms around Wen Zhaofei and dragged him into the bar, trying to let the disobedient Wen Zhaofei in.

The noisy noise in the bar made Wen Zhaofei instinctively resist, Wen Zhaofei frowned, and was about to express his dissatisfaction, but the next second, he was torn away from Gao Si's arms, and someone stood in front of him, confronting Gao Si: " You fucking stay away from Wen Zhaofei!"

He Yiming was still wearing the jacket he wore in the morning, so he was easy to recognize.Wen Zhaofei wanted to get into He Yiming's arms, but his consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes not sober, so He Yiming didn't care about Wen Zhaofei, and let Wen Zhaofei hug him.Seeing this posture, Gao Si suddenly realized who was coming, so he waved his fist angrily: "It's your green old man, right? Fuck!"

The punch was windy, and it hit He Yiming who was caught off guard directly on the face, and He Yiming was immediately stunned.

Fucking fitness trainer really hits someone!

He Yiming, who had practiced taekwondo, couldn't bear it at all. In his opinion, Gao Si was going too far. He wanted to force Wen Zhaofei who didn't want to go with him, and beat him who had nothing to do with him.Anger made He Yiming keep thinking about the taekwondo skills he learned seven or eight years ago, preparing to fight Gao Si.It turned out that it was too late to say it, and before he could remember, Wen Zhaofei went over and slapped Gao Si resoundingly.

Wen Zhaofei stared at Gao Si coldly, and said, "Say it one last time, get out!"

Gao Si never expected that it would be Wen Zhaofei who hit him, he stood still for a long time, his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, his eyes were full of disbelief and disappointment.He thought that Wen Zhaofei would love him more, just like him, his flesh and blood were on the outside, and he would still miss Wen Zhaofei when he went home.He felt that he really loved Wen Zhaofei, otherwise he would not have introduced Wen Zhaofei's identity to all his brothers and proposed to Wen Zhaofei.

It never occurred to Wen Zhaofei to beat him because of this man.

Of course, He Yiming didn't expect it either.He never imagined that the drunk Wen Zhaofei could be so tough, the sound of that slap was clear and loud, louder than the horn of a passing battery car.

Gao Si left in despair.

He Yiming watched the loser leave from this street, turned his head and saw Wen Zhaofei holding his arm, a pair of big red phoenix eyes watery and shining, like glass candy wrappers that he ate when he was a child, and he knew that the inside was cloyingly sweet.

Wen Zhaofei was subconsciously acting like a baby:

"I want to go home...you take me home."

The author says:

If Wen Zhaofei is awake, he can hit ten high fours

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