half blind

Standing outside the door was Zhou Nanchen, Zhou Nanchen in high-definition uncensored 1080P, it was hard for Zhang Qing not to see him.

"Come in and sit down? I'll ask auntie to make some coffee." Yin Ling opened the door.

"No." Zhou Nanchen shook his head and turned his gaze directly to Zhang Qing.That gaze made Zhang Qing quickly turn his head to avoid it.

A little embarrassed, Zhang Qing felt ashamed of being caught on the spot, and his whole face was hot.

But Zhou Nanchen didn't seem to be affected by the stiff atmosphere, he touched from his pocket, took out something and handed it over, "Here."

Zhang Qing was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to take it, "What?"

A heavy piece of metal was placed in the palm of his hand.

"Key." Zhou Nanchen said concisely.

Zhang Qing's fingers quickly touched the uneven edges and corners of the key, and he was stunned again, speechless.

"I promised you yesterday, and I will give you a key today." Zhou Nanchen added, without saying anything redundant, as if the current situation didn't need an explanation at all.

"Oh." Zhang Qing didn't know what to say for a while.

Zhou Nanchen looked at Zhang Qing for a few seconds, the silence made Zhang Qing a little out of breath.

"Talk?" Finally, Zhou Nanchen asked in a low voice.

Zhang Qing looked back at Yin Ling, and found that Yin Ling had already sat back in the living room, only a shadow waved at him.

"En." Zhang Qing sighed, put the key back in his pocket, followed Zhou Nanchen out, and helped Yin Ling close the door.

Although the sky outside is still bright, Zhang Qing can tell from the light and shadow that the setting sun has already moved towards the horizon, and the afterglow slanting over is also a warm red color.

A sunset fell on Zhou Nanchen's shoulders.

"How do you know where Yin Ling lives?" Zhang Qing asked.

"Director Li, who I called to ask, probably thought I had something to do at work, so he told me without thinking too much," Zhou Nanchen said.

"Oh." Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, he thought Zhou Nanchen asked Duanmurou.

"I know you don't want your manager to miss you." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "I also... don't want her to worry about it anymore."

Zhou Nanchen fumbled in his pocket, but stopped, and took out his hand again.Zhang Qing saw his little action from the corner of his eye, and sighed softly, "Smoking, it's okay."

Zhou Nanchen was taken aback.

"When you came back from shopping last night, I smelled smoke on you." Zhang Qing smiled, "Non-smokers are very sensitive to the smell of smoke."

Zhou Nanchen looked hesitant, so Zhang Qing added, "It's fine outside, you can smoke."

Only then did Zhou Nanchen take out a cigarette, and the sound of the cigarette being lit was mixed with the sound of the wind, making it very crisp.

About halfway through a cigarette, Zhou Nanchen said abruptly, "Once upon a time there was a little penguin..."

"Ah?" Zhang Qing was taken aback.

"Once upon a time there was a little penguin." Zhou Nanchen still insisted, "It fell down with a snap, and a little bird chirped and laughed at it, 'Are you planning to lie on the ground for the rest of your life? You won't get up yet.'" Penguin said angrily, 'Yes, sorry.'”

Zhang Qing was still in a daze.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Zhou Nanchen stared into Zhang Qing's eyes and repeated.

"Fuck." Only then did Zhang Qing understand what it meant, and couldn't help laughing out loud, rubbing his arms, "I'll forget you if you die of cold."

"I'm sorry." Zhou Nanchen said it again very sincerely.

Zhang Qing lowered his head, "I should be the one who apologized, because I suddenly got angry at you for no reason..."

"I'm not apologizing for what happened today." Zhou Nanchen paused and said, "I'm for what happened seven years ago."

Zhang Qing stopped abruptly and looked at him directly.

"I'm sorry. Back then... I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye." Zhou Nanchen spoke slowly, word by word, and the wind poured into Zhang Qing's ears.

Zhang Qing took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He seemed to have waited too long for this sentence, so long that when he finally heard it, he didn't feel anything.

"I won't say it's okay." Zhang Qing looked up at Zhou Nanchen.

"I know." Zhou Nanchen smiled, turned his head to avoid Zhang Qing and spit out the smoke, "I didn't mean to ask you to forgive me. I just said it, and I will feel better in my heart."

Zhang Qing let out a "hmm" and continued to walk forward.It wasn't until he took a step that he realized that his legs were trembling a little.

"I was..." Zhou Nanchen spoke again, but this time Zhang Qing interrupted him before he could say anything.

"Zhou Nanchen, I think I should express my opinion about the past." Zhang Qing lowered his head and looked at the clear road less than half a meter away, and said slowly, "After so many years, no matter what What do you say, the things of the past can’t be repeated. Some things happen as they happen, you don’t need to explain or apologize. I’m not the kid I was back then. I would rather not know something, so you don't have to tell me."

"...Mmm." After a long time, Zhou Nanchen responded softly.

"I sometimes have a bad temper, and I can't guarantee that this situation will not happen again in the future." Zhang Qing looked up at Zhou Nanchen, "But you were the one who wanted to help me in the first place, and I never asked for it." .Since you said you wanted to help at the beginning, don’t give up halfway, just delay my oil bottle, okay?”

Zhou Nanchen smiled, and the cigarette in his hand was only a buttock.He threw the cigarette butt out and stomped it out, "Okay."

They said it was a chat, and they also talked about Zhou Nanchen's effort to finish smoking a cigarette.But when he said what he wanted to say in his heart, Zhang Qing suddenly felt that he had dropped a hundred catties of burden, and even his steps became much lighter.

Although he knew that there were still mountains of problems between the two of them, but at this moment he allowed himself to put these messy things behind him for a while and live in the moment.

"Actually, I don't hate the smell of cigarettes as much as I did in the past." Zhang Qing said, "As long as there is a party or a banquet in the circle, it will be full of smog. It would be nice if there is no opium, and there is no time to hate cigarettes."

Zhou Nanchen stared, "Is it... so exaggerated?"

Seeing such a genuinely surprised expression, Zhang Qing wanted to laugh, "Leader Zhou, you are half of the entertainment circle, right? You have never eaten pork, and you have never seen a pig run."

I don't know if this sentence made Zhou Nanchen a little embarrassed, he coughed dryly, "I... don't deal with other people very much."

"Don't fight, dealing with people in the industry is better than watching pornography at home alone." Zhang Qing didn't know what was going on, so he blurted out without thinking.Zhou Nanchen turned his head and looked at him for two seconds, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Qing was taken aback.

"Admiration." Zhou Nanchen said.

"Fuck." Zhang Qing smiled very rudely.

Zhou Nanchen quickly tugged at him, "Take it easy, if your fans see it, your glorious image will be shattered."

"Where do I get so many fans, you think highly of me." Zhang Qing shrugged, "If I were the kind of person who could be easily recognized by fans while walking on the street, I wouldn't be in such a mess."

"Who said, there is a poster of you in the small supermarket downstairs, it's so big." Zhou Nanchen made a gesture with his hands.

Then Zhang Qing's footsteps stopped, and Zhou Nanchen took two steps before realizing that he hadn't followed, and looked back at him.

Even though it was dusk, even though the surrounding light was so dark that the sign of the shop across the street could not be seen clearly, Zhou Nanchen could clearly see that Zhang Qing's ears were turning red.

He has been like this since high school, when he gets red, the roots of his ears turn red, which is very conspicuous.

"Fuck, is it real or not?" Zhang Qing held back his words for a long time.

"Really." Zhou Nanchen laughed out loud, "If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it next time."

"I'm not going, I'm not going!" Zhang Qing shook his head like a rattle.

Zhou Nanchen said with a smile, "Can you sign my name next time?"

"I didn't sign seriously enough at noon?" Zhang Qing asked.

Zhou Nanchen immediately touched his pocket and took out the napkin, "Read what's written on it."

Zhang Qing took it and smiled.What was written on it was: Zhang Qing, a narrow-minded Zhou who still has to bet on a meal.

"Is it not good?" Zhang Qing returned the tissue to him.

"Very good, but I'll keep this for myself." Zhou Nanchen sighed and put away the napkin. "I originally wanted to get an autograph for the daughter of the proprietress of the small supermarket."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhang Qing almost jumped up, "Then I found a better cardboard and signed it for her."

Zhou Nanchen said with a smile: "I told you that I'm afraid that you will never dare to go to that supermarket to buy things again."

"...It's okay if you don't say it, but if you say it, I feel really embarrassed to go." Zhang Qing sighed.

Zhou Nanchen hailed a taxi on the side of the road. They were lucky, as soon as they got to the side of the road, an empty car came towards them.Zhang Qing had gotten used to the blurry vision now, and before Zhou Nanchen could help him pull the car door, he got in by himself.

"What do you want for dinner?" Zhou Nanchen also sat in the back seat, closed the door, and asked the driver after giving his address.

"Anything." Zhang Qing said.

I don't know if he expected Zhang Qing's answer, Zhou Nanchen continued: "There are leftovers from lunch in the refrigerator, if you want to eat, I can pick up two more for you."

"The leftovers at noon?" Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Didn't you eat at...the restaurant at noon?"

Zhou Nanchen nodded, "I packed it."

"Fuck, how could you still be able to..." Zhang Qing didn't know what to say, and waved his hand, "Forget it, it's fine."

After a while Zhang Qing asked again: "What are you pulling?"

"Grill two dishes." Zhou Nanchen said.

Zhang Qing sat up straight, "Then I want to eat you."

Thinking about it, I found it a bit strange, so I added, "Dish."

I don't know what kind of joke Zhou Nanchen was poked at, and he didn't stop laughing for a full minute.

This is stupid.There was obviously nothing funny, but Zhang Qing couldn't help laughing with him.

After finally laughing, Zhou Nanchen cleared his throat and said, "Then what, in fact, I read the script of "Youth Slowly" this afternoon."

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Have you checked my email?" Duanmurou told him that after the script was sent, he hadn't checked his email yet.

"No, I have one too." Zhou Nanchen said helplessly, "What makes you think that a stylist is not worthy of knowing the plot of the story?"

"Oh... I'm sorry." Zhang Qing wanted to jump out of the car in embarrassment.When he was acting, he never paid attention to the logistics of the crew, and he didn't even know what preparations the logistics department had to make.

"It's just an ordinary school story, the characters are nothing special, and the plot is quite bloody." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "But, the hero in it is somewhat similar to you."

"Really?" Zhang Qing sighed, looked out the window, the sky had already darkened, another day passed, and nothing was done, "I have to hurry up and read the script, time is too tight."

"Four days before filming, right? There's still one more day of kick-off banquet." Zhou Nanchen said, "The rest of the crew didn't seem in a hurry."

"They are them, I am me. I am a different fireworks." Zhang Qing said casually.

"Okay." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "Fireworks, get ready to get off."

The taxi slowed down and stopped in front of Zhou Nanchen's dilapidated neighborhood.As soon as the door opened, a yellow and white shadow rushed towards Zhou Nanchen. Those who didn't know the posture thought they were going to cut their throats.

"Hey, Van Gogh!" Zhou Nanchen held the cat's butt with quick eyes and quick hands, moving nimbly like a football catcher.

"Damn, I'm startled, what's wrong with him?" Zhang Qing even took two steps back subconsciously.

"I forgot to feed him before going out." Zhou Nanchen said helplessly, and patted Van Gogh's butt, and the Sanhuamao jumped down deftly, rubbing around Zhou Nanchen's legs.

"What do you feed him?" Zhang Qing was suddenly a little curious. He had never raised small animals before.

"Canned food and cat food, if you perform well someday, add some snacks." Zhou Nanchen squatted down and opened the pantry, and took out a box of canned food from it.

"How do you perform well?"

"Don't bite or scratch people, don't urinate indiscriminately, don't pull things from the table to the floor, don't bite the curtains, don't grab the sofa, don't come to my bed with dead bugs in your mouth." Zhou Nanchen said like a tongue twister There was a long list, and then there was a pause, "However, if it is really calculated according to this standard, I guess all the snacks will have to be thrown away."

Zhang Qing smiled.

After Zhou Nanchen fed the cat, he opened the refrigerator again, "There are celery, spinach, potatoes, beans, and leftovers from lunch. What do you eat?"

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "You really want to pick up vegetables."

"Well, let's just pick it up." Zhou Nanchen smiled.

"Why are there only vegetables and no meat?" Zhang Qing looked over.

"Yes. I won't eat it for you." Zhou Nanchen took out a handful of vegetables from the refrigerator, "Celery is the only one."

Zhang Qing was speechless for a while, and muttered, "Then you still ask a furball."

"Your agent specifically told me that you should not be allowed to eat and drink too freely during the filming of the new film."

"...When did the two of you collude so much?" Zhang Qing said gloomily.

Zhou Nanchen smiled, and took the celery to the kitchen to wash, "Sit there and wait, and see if you can have a good relationship with Van Gogh."

Zhang Qing glanced at the three-flowered cat, and felt that the wound on his hand that had almost healed began to hurt again.

Forget it, this task is no less difficult than a vegetarian meal.

Zhou Nanchen started to work in the kitchen, Zhang Qing could only sit at the dining table and stare at Van Gogh.Van Gogh quickly finished his meal, and judging from his shadow, he was now crossing his legs and licking his fart shamelessly.

He suddenly remembered that he had promised Yin Ling to take pictures of Van Gogh for him yesterday, so he quickly pressed the shortcut button for taking pictures, raised his mobile phone and snapped a picture of Van Gogh.

But after the photo was taken, he was a little dazed. Now that Zhou Nanchen was cooking in the kitchen, he couldn't see the phone screen clearly, so he couldn't send Yin Ling a message.

And he didn't want Zhou Nanchen to call "Xiao i Xiao i" on his mobile phone when he was just a few meters away, that would be too stupid.

Zhang Qing was in a dilemma holding up his mobile phone, until Van Gogh didn't know if he realized that he was being secretly photographed, and jumped onto the dining table with a slam, bowing his back and staring at Zhang Qing with big eyes.

Hold.Zhang Qing jumped up from the stool on the spot and went straight to Zhou Nanchen who was chopping vegetables.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Nanchen was taken aback.

"It's okay, borrow some light." Zhang Qing picked up the phone.

"Oh." Zhou Nanchen responded with some amusement, and continued to chop the celery in his hand.

Zhang Qing calmly found the photo of Van Gogh licking his ass, and sent it to Yin Ling on WeChat.

——The picture of Van Gogh you asked for.In order to send you this photo, I just did the most shameful thing in my life.

Yin Ling returned quite quickly.

——Holy shit, Gongsanhua!I have never seen it!Koi cats!

——Farewell, how can there be such an ugly koi cat.

--Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!You couldn't be... the one who sent a message in front of him, right?

The action of "rubbing" inexplicably reminded Zhang Qing of that terrible episode in KTV, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body.

—Can you stop talking like I'm shameless?

——This cat is really ugly and has its own characteristics. It is so ugly and has a rebellious face. I like it.

Zhang Qing smiled.

——Come on, as long as it is a cat, you like it.

After a while, Yin Ling sent it again.

—How is your conversation with your old friend?Looks like they're reconciled?

Zhang Qing glanced at Zhou Nanchen, but the latter was seriously chopping onions and didn't intend to look over here.

——That's right.

——What are you talking about?Have you talked about what happened back then?

—That’s not true.but he and me

Zhang Qing frowned, then deleted the line and typed it again.

——Anyway, it’s nothing serious, don’t worry.I can handle it myself.

——That's fine, I won't ask any more questions, you take care of yourself.

--Um.