half blind

Cen Shang met Zhang Qing when he was going to buy milk tea.

Although there were quite a lot of people queuing up at that milk tea shop, it was the first time he saw so many people inside and outside the shop.

He stood outside the store door and hesitated for a while, and just as he decided to turn around and leave for another store, he heard a group of little girls chattering.

"Zhang Qing? Is it really Zhang Qing?"

"Yeah, don't you just sit in there? Just that one, the one in the white T."

"I saw it! Wow, it looks better in real life than on TV!"

Zhang Qing?

Cen Shang frowned, squeezed into the crowd, passed over the shoulders of several people, and saw Zhang Qing who was surrounded by the crowd.

"Zhang Qing, what are you doing here?" Cen Shang squeezed in from the crowd. Zhang Qing was sitting there drinking a cup of milk tea. There was not even a security agent by his side. All around him were young people taking pictures with their mobile phones. girl.

"Yo, you want to sign too?" Zhang Qing raised his head and smiled at him.

"Want a fart." Cen Shang stepped forward and grabbed him politely, "Let's go."

Cen Shang's actions immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the fans watching.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Why do you drag people without saying a word?"

"It's okay, it's my colleague." Zhang Qing explained with a smile, "Well, I have something to do at work, so I'll leave first."

"Walk slowly!"

"Be careful on the clear road!"

"Qingqing has worked hard, work harder!"

"Pay attention to your body and drink plenty of hot water!"

Amid the shouts of fans, Cen Shang managed to drag Zhang Qing away.

"Let me tell you, you don't have a manager or a bodyguard, what are you doing in the city center alone?" Cen Shang said, "Aren't you waiting to be watched?"

"Just watch." Zhang Qing said casually, "Let them take pictures. Anyway, now that Zhou Nanchen is not here, they can't take any pictures."

"Why are you—"

Cen Shang was interrupted by a few passers-by in the middle of his speech.

"Excuse me, are you Zhang Qing?" The speaker showed curious eyes, "The Zhang Qing who played Yin Wen in "Secret Case"?"

"No, I'm wrong." Cen Shang pushed Zhang Qing forward, walked past them quickly, and continued, "Why are you so stubborn? If I didn't meet you, do you plan to sit there for a while?" To be treated like a monkey in the zoo this afternoon?"

Zhang Qing didn't respond to his words, and changed the subject, "Why are you also in the capital?"

"I'm helping out at the Capital Institute of Physics." Cen Shang said, "Is there a problem?"

"No..." Zhang Qing said angrily. He hadn't seen Cen Shang for a while, and almost forgot that he was a national-level academic master. "You weren't with Mo Mao? Why didn't you two come out together?"

"I know." Cen Shang glanced at him sideways, "Are you still free to care about other people's affairs?"

"Yo, it's all your family's business?" Zhang Qing teased, making a gesture of touching thumbs with both hands, "Have you two already become this?"

Cen Shang didn't say yes, nor said no, "I also want to ask if you have provoked him recently and took all your anger on me."

"Did you two quarrel?" Zhang Qing recalled that Mo Mao left angrily that day, sighed, and told Cen Shang what happened in the past two days.

"Apologize to Mo Mao for me. I was in a bad mood that day, and my temper was too bad. He kindly lent me my house to buy me breakfast, but I got angry at him." Zhang Qing lowered his head and kicked the curb Shi Zi said, "If I want to get angry, I should be attacking that bastard Zhou Nanchen, but now he is far away in Liancheng, and he can't beat him even if he wants to."

"It's a bit too much." Cen Shang said.

"That's right! You're such a jerk!" Zhang Qing raised his voice, attracting the attention of several passers-by.

"Hey, aren't you the one who is so loud—"

"No, I got the wrong person." Cen Shang dragged Zhang Qing forward two quick steps, "Can you keep your voice down, we are in the urban area now."

Zhang Qing lowered the volume, but the anger in his tone remained undiminished, "He actually told me that marketing and unbundling is the only way for every pair of CP hype. Can I be the same as him and others? I am like him Is it a hype? He even dared to go to the new crew to speak ill of me! Do you think he was kicked in the head by a donkey and wanted to make me unhappy at this juncture, huh?"

Cen Shang rarely smiled, "Calm down first, don't worry."

The two of them crossed the street and came to a park in the middle of the street with few people. Zhang Qing sat down on a bench.

"Can I not be in a hurry? What do you think he wants to do? If he has an opinion on me, he can tell me directly. Why do you say such bastard words?" Zhang Qing lowered his head and pressed his thumb's temples with both hands.

"Actually, he did it for your own good." Cen Shang bought two cans of drinks from the vending machine beside him and threw one to Zhang Qing, "Your incident really caused a lot of trouble. There are many people in our school. During the discussion, last time the two girls were so red-faced that they were about to fight. He must think that going on like this is not the way to go, and you can get back to your normal working state if you get out of the bond as soon as possible."

Zhang Qing was silent for a while, lowered his head and pulled the tab of the drink away, making a crisp sound, "And then?"

"what?"

"I untied him, announced that I was not gay, and then went to court with Zhang Honglu... Then what?" Zhang Qing said in a low voice, "Then we both have to hide for the rest of our lives, and we can't appear in public for the rest of our lives. , we can never cooperate at work, are we going to have a long-distance relationship for the rest of our lives?"

"I understand your feelings, because for a while, I thought so too." Cen Shang put the can aside and looked at Zhang Qing, "I once thought that Zimo and I would have no future. The two of us Their family backgrounds are too different, and they are destined to take different paths in the future. And I thought at the time that if something was destined to be lost, it would be better not to have it in the first place.”

"Then how did you change your mind?" Zhang Qing asked, "I heard that you took the initiative to confess to him."

"It's what you told me." Cen Shang said, "You said that love is not something that can be weighed. This sentence made me think for a long time. If you use reason to weigh love, you will often regret it in the end. So I choose to believe in him, there is no reason to not have trade-offs, and I believe that even if we encounter storms, we will work hard to move forward."

trust him...

Zhang Qing picked up the drink, drank it all in one gulp, then stood up and threw the empty can into the trash can.

"It's nice to be young, not afraid of anything."

"This makes you sound like you are in your 25s and [-]s, and you are only [-], okay?" Cen Shang said helplessly.

"I believe in him." Zhang Qing said, "The two of us have experienced so much, we won't be knocked down by this little thing."

"Well, that's right." Cen Shang smiled and changed the subject, "New Year's Eve will be in two days. How do you plan to spend this year?"

"What's the matter, let's live as usual." Zhang Qing said indifferently, "Sister Rou is going back to her hometown, so I plan to stay in the small building and eat instant noodles."

"Don't, that's too tragic. Come to us for the New Year's Eve dinner, and Zimo will be the maid chef."

Zhang Qing smiled, "Can that be eaten?"

"Come on, I can't let me test the poison alone." Cen Shang said, "I should sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."

"Come on, I'm getting scared!"

However, from that day on, Zhou Nanchen's phone has never been connected.

At first Zhang Qing thought that he was just too busy on the set, but after a whole day, there was still no news from him.

--What are you doing?

The WeChat messages sent also seemed to sink into the sea, and there was no reply.

——Cen Shang and Mo Mao invited me to celebrate the New Year with them, how about you?How are you going to spend New Year's Eve?

——I was recognized by a fan on the road today, and bought me a cup of milk tea, which is quite delicious. [Image] What are you doing?

——I ate cheese fondue at noon, why do you think energy bombs are so delicious, and there is no food that makes people thin and delicious?

--What are you doing?

——Did you run out of call charges or disconnected from the Internet?

——Sorry, I spoke too hard that day, I know you are doing it for my own good, I apologize, please forgive me.

However, no matter what Zhang Qing sent, Zhou Nanchen never responded.

Time passed day by day like this, and it was New Year's Eve.

Mo Mao and Cen Shang shared a small apartment of only [-] square meters, but the apartment was tidy and tidy, and there was no sense of hostility at all.

A few days before Zhang Qing came, Mo Mao bought enough meat and vegetables for a week with great fanfare. As soon as Zhang Qing entered, he saw two people in a hurry in the kitchen.

"This dumpling wrapper is not rolled like this, okay? Do you think it's rubber? It's so thick that it can steam steamed buns!"

"Will you come?" Mo Mao threw the rolling pin to the side, "You still have the nerve to say me, you can see for yourself what kind of stuffing you made, it's red and green. And this soup, Look, look, what shall we pack for a while?"

"That's better than your steamed bun skin. You won't be able to eat a bite of stuffing after three bites."

Probably thinking that what Cen Shang said made sense, Mo Mao kneaded all the rolled out "dumpling skins" together again in frustration, "Forget it, I'll go out and buy ready-made skins."

"Hey, it's so lively?" Zhang Qing hung his coat on the hanger at the door and walked into the kitchen, "What's the matter?"

When Mo Mao saw Zhang Qing coming, his eyes sparkled with hope, "Brother, do you know how to roll dumpling wrappers?"

"No." Zhang Qing said decisively, "I have never cooked before in my life."

The hope in the eyes of Mo Mao and Cen Shang turned to despair again.

"Oh, it's hopeless, our New Year's Eve dinner is hopeless." Mo Mao sighed and shook his head.

"But I still remember seeing Zhou Nanchen mix stuffing once!" Zhang Qing said, "I remember he used gauze to hold the stuffing, it seems to be used to control water."

"Great." Mo Mao stuffed the pot of stuffing into Zhang Qing's arms, "You two save this pot of stuffing, I'll go out and buy dumpling wrappers."

"Go, hurry up, the shop will be closed if it's late."

Mo Mao rushed out to buy dumpling wrappers, Zhang Qing and Cen Shang found a piece of gauze and squeezed the juice out of the stuffing without complaint.

"It's a bit difficult for three people who have never cooked before to make dumplings." Zhang Qing complained as he worked, "If Zhou Nanchen is here..."

Zhang Qing didn't finish the rest of the sentence, the movement of his hands stopped, and his eyes were fixed on one place in a daze.

"Brother Chen still hasn't replied to your message?" Cen Shang asked.

"No." Zhang Qingfa squeezed the stuffing in his hand fiercely, "I didn't call back."

"Something happened to him, right?" Cen Shang frowned.

"I asked my friends in the circle to ask, he is fine, and their crew is running normally, and he also did styling designs for the two leading actors yesterday afternoon."

"Then how did he..."

"I don't know, I'm probably still angry." Zhang Qing said in a low voice.

"It's okay, the two of you quarreled, never did you quarrel at the end of the bed." Cen Shang said, "If you make him angry for two days, he will come back to find you to make up. Zimo is like this."

Zhang Qing smiled, "It would be great if he could be like your Zimo."

After a while, Mo Mao bought dumpling wrappers and came back, and the three of them moved a small stool to make dumplings together.

Mo Mao chatted about some interesting things in the school, which made Zhang Qing laugh out loud. Cen Shang, who hardly spoke at ordinary times, and Mo Mao somehow sang together together, just like talking about cross talk.

"...And there is a girl in our class who likes to read Cen Shang's Tanmei novels, and talks to people all day long. Then there was a comic exhibition that invited Cen Shang to sign a sale. You don't know that she queued up for two What was the expression on Cen Shang's face when I saw it for the last time in the hour."

"Don't blame me, I didn't know she was going to arrange autographs." Cen Shang looked helpless, "The girl insisted on asking me for [-] autographs later, saying that she wanted to make up for the precious things in her wasted life. Two hours."

Zhang Qing laughed until tears came out, and it took him a long time to stop laughing, "Eat first, I'll go to the bathroom."

"Go straight and turn left." Mo Mao pointed him in the direction with his chopsticks.

After going to the toilet, Zhang washed his face.He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and there was still a clean desktop on the screen, and there was no news from Zhou Nanchen.

He sighed, skillfully dialed Zhou Nanchen's phone, and listened to the rhythmic beeping sound from the other end.In the past two days, it has become Zhang Qing's habit to call him whenever he has nothing to do, even though he can't wait for a reply every time.

After the last ring, Zhang Qing was about to hang up the phone and continue eating, but just a second before his finger pressed the hang up button, the phone was connected.

Zhang Qing was stunned, his fingers clenched the phone tightly, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Happy New Year's Eve." Zhou Nanchen's familiar deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ah, Happy New Year's Eve." Zhang Qing seemed to have just recovered, and said quickly, "You—"

There was a pause behind "you", Zhang Qing didn't know what he was going to say, he just felt that he had to quickly pick up Zhou Nanchen's words and couldn't stop.

"Where are you now?"

"On the set." Zhou Nanchen said, his voice was very low, even lower than usual, if Zhang Qing didn't prick up his ears, he could hardly hear clearly.

"Ah, are you still working on New Year's Eve?" Zhang Qing smiled, "It's a bit too exploitative. Let's go to the Ministry of Labor and Complaint against them."

"I didn't go to work, but I wanted to come out for a walk." Zhou Nanchen said.

"Oh, then, it's so cold at night, you should go back early." Zhang Qing racked his brains to think how to continue the conversation, "I'm eating dumplings in the apartment rented by Mo Mao and Cen Shang..."

"I know, I saw the news."

Zhang Qing choked.

you saw it?

Why didn't you reply when you saw it?

What happened to you?

What are you thinking?

But he didn't dare to say these words, an extremely bad premonition pressed against his chest like a big stone, and he relied on his two weak arms to hold on desperately to prevent it from falling.

"I said, don't hang around outside in the winter, and you'll catch a cold when it's so cold." Zhang Qing chattered, "Don't be so embarrassed when it's Chinese New Year, isn't there Grandma Li and you Liu who are right across the door? Brother? Go to their house for a New Year’s Eve dinner, and Van Gogh can still find rhubarb to play with..."

"Rhubarb is dead." Zhou Nanchen interrupted Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing was stunned for a moment, and repeated: "Dead?"

"Dead in a car accident and buried months ago."

Zhang Qing was speechless for a while, and a silence spread like this, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard in the receiver.

"Zhang Qing, forget it." Zhou Nanchen said softly.

Hearing this sentence in his ears, Zhang Qing almost ignited all the sparks, and he felt that all the blood in his body rushed straight to the top of his head.But when he opened his mouth, he trembled uncontrollably, so trembling that he couldn't even pronounce the sound correctly.

"Forget it, tell me clearly about Zhou Nanchen, forget it for nothing?"

"Have you checked Weibo recently? Do you know what those people scolded you like? Do you know that they jointly boycotted all your business and TV series?"

"What those people say has nothing to do with me!" Zhang Qing roared.

"How many cooperative companies do you have left? How many plays do you have in hand?" Zhou Nanchen asked back, "Now Qian Zimo gives you a place to live. What will happen when his father finds out? Where are you going? Where can I go?"

"There is always a way to solve these things, right? I held a reception on the fifth day of the lunar new year, and you wrote the manuscript! It doesn't matter if you tell hundreds or thousands of lies!"

"I don't care, but you can't. You have never been a good liar. In the first year of high school, your front desk asked you to help him tell a lie without homework, and you almost gave up. So this time you No need to lie, no need to maintain this ridiculous lie."

Zhou Nanchen said calmly: "In the past two days, I have thought a lot. I have thought about our past and our future. I have thought that I will go to Anshi with you to buy a small house with a courtyard, and plant a garden in the garden. Cherry tree, I thought we could take Xuanxuan over when we were free, and watched her laugh and play with Van Gogh... I thought about a lot of possible futures we might have, but in the end I found out that there is no future for me , is the best future for you and everyone.”

"Zhou Nanchen." Zhang Qing felt that it took a long time before he could make a sound in his throat, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to make this sound, and every word was consuming his breath, "I was wrong. I I thought you came back, but you didn't. In the past seven years, you have never returned to my side. "