Dead after eight years [rebirth]

Cheng Shuibei shuddered, his spine was numb and numb like ten thousand little bugs had crawled over.

He was all too familiar with this voice.

When Zhang Ci'an is angry, he doesn't get angry, he just reasoned with Cheng Shuibei slowly, finally stated the facts, and asked him back.

—Is it you who didn't do the preparatory work beforehand?

——Is it you who dragged things off until the last day?

Cheng Shuibei could clearly recall Zhang Cian's gentle appearance wearing glasses, restrained and calm.

Just like it is now.

—Is that you that night?

Cheng Shuibei completely lost his language ability.

Living together for eight years, some things have long been engraved in the soul.

In the past, Cheng Shuibei would kiss Zhang Cian recklessly, take off his gold-rimmed glasses, and kiss from forehead to lips, to chin, to Professor Zhang's trembling Adam's apple.If Zhang Ci'an pushed him away, Cheng Shuibei would entangle him even tighter.

In the end, I got entangled in the bedroom, and the angry matter was over.

But now he can't.

It took almost a minute before Cheng Shuibei's mind returned to normal.He suddenly remembered the fatal point - even if it was Zhang Cian outside, it was just Zhang Cian.

It's not the 34-year-old Professor Zhang who says nothing.

Cheng Shuibei had an idea, shook his head to stay awake, and was about to pretend to be confused.

"What did you say?"

Cheng Shuibei's rhetorical question made the person standing at the door of the newsstand obviously a little impatient. He coughed twice before responding: "That night, Jiangdong Hotel, was that you?"

There were also pedestrians coming and going, and he even gave out his address in public, which Cheng Shuibei did not expect.

Cheng Shuibei shrank back, avoiding the small window where the goods were delivered, trying to continue to escape from himself.

But the young man outside continued, "Come out, and I'll talk to you face to face."

The old man Zhang who had gone to the bathroom had already returned, and stood at the door and asked Cheng Shuibei: "Xiaobei, did that student-like young man outside come to look for you? I saw him waiting under the tree for a long time from afar."

After waiting for a long time, until old man Zhang left, Cheng Shuibei was the only person left in the newsstand who was willing to show up.

Cheng Shuibei knew that he couldn't escape, so he gave old man Zhang a smile: "Yes, a friend. Then what...Master, I'll go out for a while, please watch first."

Old man Zhang had already smoked a cigarette, waved his hand, and let Cheng Shuibei go.

Cheng Shuibei walked around the "newspaper wall" and saw the young man waiting outside at a glance.

The young man was wearing loose sportswear, his body seemed to be thinner than Cheng Shuibei's memory, but he was full of youthful heroism, as if there was a biting air coming from the cracks in his bones, blowing straight to Cheng Shuibei's face go up.

Zhang Ci'an turned his head, it was still the same as that morning.

This year, Zhang Ci'an had good eyesight and didn't wear glasses, so that Cheng Shuibei even felt that his brows and eyes were a little thin when he looked at him like this.

"Go down under the tree."

Cheng Shuibei pointed to the distance, didn't say much, and used the fake and unrestrained movement of turning his head without looking to cover up his inner confusion. He walked all the way to the locust tree not far away, but still turned his back Dare to look at him.

Even if this Zhang Ci'an only has.

Zhang Ci'an followed behind Cheng Shuibei, hiding from the passing crowd, and said directly: "That day..."

"It was me that day." Cheng Shuibei knew that Zhang Ci'an's work was the same as doing academics, and he always had a style of not giving up without asking for a result, so he admitted it frankly before he asked.

Zhang Ci'an didn't speak after being interrupted, Cheng Shuibei swallowed guiltyly and continued: "But I drank too much that day, you should have drunk too. I saw your student ID card, you will be an adult after the college entrance examination this year, We are all grown-ups, we wake up from a sleep and continue to be strangers, some things are unspoken, so don’t ask any more. We don’t know each other anyway, do we?”

Cheng Shuibei still learned Zhang Cian's ironic method of interrogating people, and used it on Zhang Cian.

When he just walked over, he had already made up his mind.Cheng Nan and Cheng Wenqiu couldn't recognize him, and Zhang Ci'an there had no reason to associate him with the ten-year-old boy who rebelliously ran away from the neighbor's house every three days.As long as Cheng Shuibei kills him and doesn't know Zhang Ci'an, and doesn't want to have anything to do with him, is it possible that Zhang Ci'an can stick to him and insist on taking responsibility?

Second, Zhang Ci'an will take the college entrance examination this year, and in the second half of the year, he will go to Yunan to study at university. They never see each other, so they naturally avoid it.

Cheng Shuibei's little calculation was very good, and his words were like a cannonball, and he really stunned the young man who came after him and planned to take responsibility.

"do not know……"

After listening to a long passage, the people behind him repeated these three words with a bit of disappointment in their tone, as if they didn't expect Cheng Shuibei to say such a thing.

Cheng Shuibei has already started counting in his heart, he is so refusal, according to Zhang Ci'an's behavior style in his memory, after being treated like this, he will leave the book and leave, Cheng Shuibei is thinking, he will only leave after counting a few chapters.

But no matter how majestic Professor Zhang will be in the future, there will be only one year.

The teenager repeated "I don't know" twice, and he didn't intend to leave yet.

If Cheng Shuibei had eyes behind his back, he would find that Zhang Ci'an was staring at the red mark on the back of his neck after the wound healed, without taking his eyes off it.

Cheng Shuibei rubbed his neck uncomfortably, and remembered an important thing: "How did you find this place?"

If Zhang Ci'an didn't know him, how could he return to the west of the city after more than ten days? Could it be that he revealed his secrets?

When Cheng Shuibei asked, in order to hide his guilty conscience, he still didn't turn his head, staring at the lines on the bark, trying to understand the seasons of a tree in all seasons.

"monitor."

Zhang Ci'an replied.

"After I woke up, I looked at the surveillance. The proprietress said that you went west. I searched for several days before I found you here."

Cheng Shuibei's hanging heart fell.

It seems that smart people have always been smart. If it were him, he would never have thought of going to the surveillance to check on a one-night lover.

The young man didn't know the little Jiujiu in Cheng Shuibei's heart, and he was still saying, "I never thought you would live in this kind of place."

"...If you encounter difficulties, you can find me."

Is this the responsibility to use money to throw it away?

It wasn't Zhang Ci'an who reminded him, Cheng Shuibei almost forgot that Zhang Ci'an had a businessman's father with a lot of money, and their family also lived in the wealthy area in the east of the city, living a luxurious life.

Even the unremarkable sportswear on Zhang Cian's body was a four-figure brand.

Four figures, in Jiang Shuo in 2005, it may have been a year and a half for the Cheng family.

Cheng Shuibei exuded an expression of indifference, then turned around, fixed his mind and stared straight into Zhang Ci'an's eyes, and smiled lightly while watching: "You are boring, the happiness of adults, talk about it." Money is so vulgar. You are also comfortable and I am happy, so forget it.”

"Don't worry, I will never say anything outside, and I won't miss your future. You should go to college, make friends and make friends. We are just passing through."

"...Young man, you are still young, don't think too much about it."

Cheng Shuibei pretended to preach a lot, and then leaned into Zhang Ci'an's ear and whispered deliberately: "Next time, do more homework before talking to others, my butt still hurts now."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Shuibei patted him on the shoulder, and walked past the boy who was half a head taller than himself with his head held high.

Then he sneaked into the newspaper kiosk dejectedly, saw Zhang Ci'an standing under the tree for a long while before leaving in the gap between the newspaper and the storybook, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

Young people are easy to fool.

The author has something to say:

Professor Zhang's death coercion.