half blind

As soon as he walked into Zhou Nanchen's house, Zhang Qing realized that he was so tired. He was so tired that he wanted to fall on the floor and close his eyes to sleep.

He obviously didn't do anything today, but his nerves were tense all the time, and Zhang Qing didn't even notice it.It wasn't until he stepped into the door of the apartment that Zhang Qing suddenly relaxed. Just a few steps from the door to the bathroom, Zhang Qing yawned five times in a row.

"Sleepy?" Zhou Nanchen was teasing Van Gogh with a cat teasing stick, and looked up at him.

"Well, I fell asleep after taking a shower. Call me if I can't get up tomorrow." Zhang Qing yawned again.

"Okay." Zhou Nanchen replied, then lowered his head to tease Van Gogh.

Halfway through the walk, Zhang Qing couldn't help turning his head, "Well, Zhou Nanchen, tomorrow..."

"Don't worry too much tomorrow, I will find a way." Zhou Nanchen smiled at him.

Zhang Qing suddenly felt embarrassed by being seen through, nodded hastily, and fled into the bathroom.

After turning on the shower head and standing under the water for 5 minutes, Zhang Qing was still thinking about Zhou Nanchen's "thank you".

Zhou Nanchen is a person who is good at hiding his emotions. When he smiled and said thank you to the little girl, there was no trace of unnaturalness in his facial expressions.

Even Zhang Qing's ability to stay at his home for more than a week was due to his calm attitude no matter what happened.Zhang Qing thought about it, if the situation were reversed and Zhou Nanchen was allowed to live in his home, he would definitely not be able to be so calm.

It is likely to flee in embarrassment, depression and resentment.

What was Zhou Nanchen thinking?Now he can't see through him.

Zhang Qing thought about it wildly in the water, and finally decided to put the messy thoughts aside and have a good sleep.

When Zhang Qing came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, he saw Zhou Nanchen still sitting in the living room.Van Gogh didn't know if he was tired from playing, so he fell asleep on his lap.

Zhou Nanchen was looking at his phone, but when he saw Zhang Qing coming out, he immediately raised his head, "Did you finish washing?"

Zhang Qing suddenly realized that Zhou Nanchen was probably waiting for the bathroom, and felt a little embarrassed, "Go and wash it, it took me a long time."

Zhou Nanchen's eyes were a little surprised, and he quickly explained: "I'm not waiting to use it, and I usually take a shower later."

"Oh." Zhang Qing suddenly didn't know what to say, and nodded a little embarrassedly, "Then I... go to bed first."

After all, he wasn't Zhou Nanchen who would not change his face no matter what he encountered, and now he just wanted to escape as soon as possible.

However, just when he was about to turn around, Zhou Nanchen stopped him.

"Zhang Qing."

"What's wrong?" He turned around.

"Are you angry?" Zhou Nanchen looked up at him.

Zhang Qing didn't expect Zhou Nanchen to ask him so directly.He sighed, put the towel on the back of the chair, walked towards Zhou Nanchen, and sat beside him.

"No."

"Really not?"

"Really, really not." Zhang Qing shook his head, "Is it okay for me to be angry about this. I'm just a little..."

Zhou Nanchen waited for him to finish speaking.

"I'm just a little bit, I don't know what to do." Zhang Qing rubbed his face hard with his hands.

Zhang Qing didn't intend to discuss that "thank you" with Zhou Nanchen, but now that it's on the table, there's no need to hide it.

"I don't know what the two of us are doing now." Zhang Qing smiled bitterly, "I'm not talking about you, I'm just talking about this incident itself, which is quite ridiculous. When I don't think about it, I still Well, when I think about it, I think... I'm really useless. I'm 24 years old, and I'm still holding on to what happened seven years ago, and I'm bothering you with my daily life. I don't know what you do To be so frank..."

"I'm not calm." Zhou Nanchen said quickly.

"What?" Zhang Qing was still immersed in his own thoughts, unable to react.

Zhou Nanchen sighed, "You were easily influenced by others before."

"is it?"

Zhou Nanchen nodded, "It really doesn't matter what others think of you or us. It's what other people think. What matters is what you think."

"I don't know what I think about myself." Zhang Qing smiled bitterly, "What's there to think about."

"I never thought you were useless. You are a smart, hardworking and excellent person. No matter how many years or our relationship, I will say so."

Zhou Nanchen's deep voice reached his ears, making Zhang Qing lose his mind for a moment.However, this brief absence was quickly broken by what he said later.

"And I'm different from you. If I really thought you were troublesome, I would have opened the door and kicked you out."

Zhang Qing stared at him for a few seconds, "Are you saying that I'm awkward?"

"Yes." Zhou Nanchen nodded, "Still hypocritical."

"Damn!" Zhang Qing stared wide-eyed and punched Zhou Nanchen.

"Hey, don't hit." Zhou Nanchen stopped Zhang Qing's fist with a smile, "Van Gogh is still asleep, wake him up and be careful that he scratches you."

Only then did Zhang Qing withdrew his hand, and tilted his head to look at the sleeping Van Gogh, "Tsk, I'm still sound asleep."

"Would you like to touch him now?" Zhou Nanchen rubbed Van Gogh's face, but Van Gogh just kicked his legs and fell asleep again, "He was a little more obedient when he fell asleep."

"Is it possible?" Zhang Qing hesitated, "He won't suddenly jump up and bite me?"

"No. He bit you that day just because you just came here, and he thought you were robbing him for food." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "Now that you've been living here for several days, it shouldn't happen."

"Oh." Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment, and gently placed his hand on Van Gogh's stomach, which was fluffy and warm, and he could even feel the ups and downs of his breathing rate.

"He didn't bite me." Zhang Qing was a little excited.

"You touch it."

Zhang Qing tentatively touched it up and down twice, and Van Gogh suddenly stretched his waist, which startled him.

"Why is he snoring all of a sudden!" Zhang Qing immediately withdrew his hand in fright, staring at Zhou Nanchen, "Are you going to bite me?"

Zhou Nanchen couldn't stop laughing, "No, you haven't raised a cat, haven't you seen someone raise a cat? This purring sound is not because he is angry, but because he is comfortable. The 'roaring' sound comes from his throat The sound he made was that he was angry."

Zhang Qing was also amused by Zhou Nanchen's series of onomatopoeia, "Damn, where would I know that I'm not Yin Ling."

So Zhang Qing put down his hand again, and slowly stroked the hair on Van Gogh's back.Van Gogh's eyes never opened, and his snoring didn't stop.

Zhou Nanchen didn't speak during this period, Zhang Qing raised his head and suddenly met his gaze.

This was the first time that Zhang Qing didn't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable with Nanchen's gaze last week.

"I owed you my life seven years ago, and now I owe you my eyes." Zhang Qing said in a low voice, "Do I owe you too much?"

Zhou Nanchen smiled, "There is always a chance to pay it back. I owe you...a lot."

After petting the cat for a while, Zhang Qing felt drowsy again, and yawned several times, "No, I have to go to bed. I wanted to check my work mailbox before going to bed, but I'm really too lazy to do it."

"Has it been a long time since you checked your mailbox?" Zhou Nanchen asked.

"Yeah." Zhang Qing rubbed his eyes, "I've been asking Sister Rou to do it for me recently, but she actually has other jobs, and sometimes she's quite busy..."

"Or, shall I help you?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Nanchen felt a little regretful, because Zhang Qing was briefly stunned after hearing these words.

Maybe he doesn't want to log into his mailbox himself?Wouldn't it be a bit out of bounds to make such a request?

"That's what I said, if it's inconvenient-"

"No, no, no! It's very convenient, very convenient!" Zhang Qing hurriedly said, "Why didn't I think of asking you to help me before, hurry up, the account number is..."

Zhou Nanchen smiled and opened the memo on the phone, and wrote down the email account Zhang Qing said, "Where's the password?"

"Password..." Zhang Qing suddenly hesitated, his eyes wandered before he spoke, "Password, it's still the original one."

Zhou Nanchen was taken aback, "My birthday?"

Zhang Qing nodded, and hastily added, "I'm just used to it."

After completing it, I felt that it would be better not to explain.

Zhou Nanchen smiled, "Okay, I see."

"Just help me see what cooperation invitations there are, and just pick out some spam emails."

"Okay." Zhou Nanchen nodded, "Go to bed quickly, don't wake up tomorrow."

"Oh, good." Zhang Qing left in a hurry, forgetting to bring the towel back to the house.

Zhou Nanchen looked at his phone for a while, then took Van Gogh off his lap and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of the shower, he didn't look for a bathrobe, sat shirtless on the bed, turned on his laptop, and entered Zhang Qing's email account.

When entering the password, he couldn't help but think of his own password, and smiled self-deprecatingly.There are some things that time really can't smooth out.

After logging in, there was a large list of unread emails in the inbox, but there were not many serious cooperation invitations. Most of them were confession letters from fans or simple harassing emails.

No wonder Zhang Qing asked him to help, it was troublesome to check these things one by one.

But anyway, Zhou Nanchen is not in a hurry to sleep now, he found a popsicle from the refrigerator, and read the mail while eating.

He took screenshots of all the endorsement emails separately, and planned to show them to Zhang Qing tomorrow, clear out the spam and harassing emails, and then read the confession letters of those fans one by one.

Although Zhang Qing always said modestly that he is a small artist, judging from the number of these confession letters, he has quite a few fans.

If it were Duanmurou, they would probably treat all these confession letters as spam.Holding a popsicle in his mouth and resting his cheek in one hand, Zhou Nanchen opened the mails one by one.

——Qingqing I love you ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

——Qingqing, I know this is your work mailbox, but I still can’t help but want to confess to you here [grievance]. I heard that you read your work mailbox by yourself. Can you see this email?I really love you, from the first moment I saw you, I knew I was hopeless...

——Qingqing, today is the 380th and sixth day that I love you, why haven't you replied to my private message once, are you really so heartless to neglect a girl who loves you so much...

Zhou Nanchen skimmed through these confession emails, feeling a surge of complicated emotions in his heart, and took a deep breath.

He has long known that Zhang Qing is an entertainer, and he has long known that he is somewhat famous.However, "knowing" and "seeing" are still two different things after all. This time, for the first time, he had a solid idea of ​​Zhang Qing being a public figure.

He is an entertainer, an actor, and many people like him, even frantically stuffing confessions into his work mailbox.

Obviously there are so many people who like you, why do you always look so lonely in your eyes?

Zhou Nanchen sighed, stopped his wild thoughts, and clicked on the next email.

The beginning of this email was a bit strange, which made Zhou Nanchen stunned for a moment.

——Qingqing, I am mother.For so many years, I have never been able to find any contact information about you. I asked my friends for a long time before I realized that you have become a well-known actor and have your own career.Mom can't get your phone number, so she can only learn to use the mailbox and send this email.If you can see mom's email, mom misses you very much, please contact mom!

A string of phone numbers was attached at the end of the email.

Zhou Nanchen frowned, originally wanted to click delete directly, but gave up after thinking about it, although this email looked like an ordinary harassment scam.

Let's talk to Zhang Qing or Duanmurou tomorrow.

——You don’t know about his family’s affairs?

For some reason, Duanmurou's words kept lingering in Zhou Nanchen's ears.

Zhou Nanchen frowned and turned off the computer.

The next day, Zhang Qing was woken up by the touch of a ball of fur at his hand.

He dazedly touched the fluffy, at first he thought it was a quilt, but when he was about to push the lump away, the fluffy moved.

"Fuck!" Zhang Qing was taken aback and jumped up from the bed.

It is estimated that the noise he made was too loud. Not long after, there was a noise from the next room, and Zhou Nanchen rushed into his room, "What's wrong?"

As soon as Zhou Nanchen came over, Zhang Qing saw clearly that the fluffy and warm thing just now was actually Van Gogh.

"Your cat!" Zhang Qing pointed at Van Gogh incredulously, "Your cat! How did it come into my room?"

Zhou Nanchen breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down beside Zhang Qing's bed, "I was scared to death, I thought you fell again. Van Gogh would open the door, probably he opened the door and ran over in the middle of the night." .”

"Open the door by yourself?" Zhang Qing stared, still not recovering from the panic, but the instigator who scared him half to death was growling at him with fur all over his body.

"Well, yes." Zhou Nanchen looked at a person and a cat with big eyes and small eyes with some amusement, reached out and hugged Van Gogh, and stroked his hair comfortingly, "It seems that he dislikes me, and he ran away in the middle of the night." Come to sleep in your room."

"Did he really come to sleep?" Zhang Qing still stared and raised his voice, "Didn't he come to murder me?"

"Probably not." Zhou Nanchen said seriously, "If so, you would have died long ago."

Only then did Zhang Qing let out a long sigh of relief and relax, suddenly feeling a little sorry for Van Gogh.

"Van Gogh?" Zhang Qing cautiously reached out to the cat, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was just startled by you."

Van Gogh glanced at him, flicked his tail, Zhang Qing touched it tentatively, but fortunately, he was not bitten.

"It's okay, it seems that you are not angry with me." Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Van Gogh is not so narrow-minded." Zhou Nanchen smiled.

Only then did Zhang Qing have time to pay attention to Zhou Nanchen. This man's hair was messed up, he just jumped out of the bed at first glance, and he didn't even put on a shirt, he rushed out completely shirtless and only wearing a pair of underwear.

Zhang Qing suddenly didn't know where to put his eyes.

"Well, what time is it now?" He asked a little embarrassedly, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I usually get up around this time." Zhou Nanchen glanced at the clock on the wall, "Five forty."

As he said that, Zhou Nanchen's eyes swept over Zhang Qing, "Then I will take the cat away first, and you can clean it up."

"Ah, good." Zhang Qing watched Zhou Nanchen take Van Gogh away with some confusion, and closed the door for him.

He was clearly wearing pajamas, where was that bastard Zhou Nanchen looking at?

Zhang Qing quickly glanced at his lower body, and then his face flushed instantly.

Fuck!

He forgot that he went to bed without underwear, and certain early-morning physiological phenomena were almost invisible under the soft cotton pajama pants.