kinda straight me

He woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

It was already dawn, and Uncle Li downstairs outside the window was leading his little Beijing bus for a walk in the small garden, and Aunt Li's bicycle bell let out a long series of crisp ringing sounds.

But the indifferent call in the dream is still in my ears.

Jing An.

The familiar voice that came into his ear clearly woke him up from that unreal dream.

Wu Jingan closed his eyes sadly.

In the past two years, Xu Hui has been deeply rooted in his heart, and he is not even allowed to have simple and happy dreams.

I clearly said that I want to be free and come out, but in fact, the person I can't let go of is still myself.

Wu Jingan sighed and got up from the bed to get dressed, and as soon as he opened the door, he heard movement from the kitchen.

He followed the sound and saw Jing Cheng, who was neatly dressed, preparing breakfast.

Wu Jing'an discovered yesterday that Jing Cheng was focused on cooking, as if he was dealing with an extremely rigorous job.

The boy in his memory couldn't even make simple fried eggs. Time is the best machine to temper a man, but today's men can make dozens of tricks with fried eggs.

Jing Cheng, with his sleeves rolled up and an apron tied, was chopping shallots on the counter, and the finely chopped green vegetables were lined with yellow ginger. Something was stewing on the fire next to him, making a "gurgling" sound.

Seeing the too-life-like scene made Wu Jingan feel sad for a while, he turned his head and quickly flashed into the bathroom.

When breakfast was served, Jing Cheng took off his apron, and a man in a thick beige sweater sat at the table and smiled softly at him, "I don't know your taste, so I made a few more."

Among the men Wu Jingan dated, almost none of them knew how to cook. Xu Hui, who had been with him for two years, could count on one hand the number of times he washed his hands and made soup for him.

But now, what was in front of him was an exquisite and rich breakfast, with a touch of home flavor.

Wu Jingan ate the meal very deliciously, wiped the oil on his lips, and said with a smile: "I'll let you try my cooking at night, let's eat steamed stuffed buns, this is my specialty."

Jing Cheng was taken aback, "Can you make buns?"

Wu Jingan nodded proudly, "I don't dare to say anything else, but Baozi, there is no one in ten miles around who can compare to me. If you don't believe me, just wait and try it. What kind of stuffing do you like? Forget it, I'll give it a try." Make a few, let you see my ability."

Jing Cheng smiled, "Okay!"

Just do what you say, after breakfast, Wu Jingan took Jing Cheng to the vegetable market to choose ingredients.

Choosing meat, picking vegetables, and smelling seasonings, the two of them followed each other like shadows and cooperated tacitly along the way.Although we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, the topics and things we are interested in have basically remained the same, and we have a very happy chat.

With Jing Cheng, Wu Jingan felt very comfortable.

The 30-year-old Jing Cheng is mature, steady and humorous.

When getting along, he is sometimes like a gentle and considerate elder brother, and sometimes like a friend with similar interests.They have almost no scruples and talk about everything.

When passing by the square, Jing Cheng squatted down and stretched out his hand. A white pigeon flew to his hand and licked the food in his palm.

Jingcheng smiled and stroked the pigeon's body with his other hand.

The picture was so harmonious and beautiful, Wu Jingan couldn't help but took out his phone to record it.

When passing by the flower shop, Jing Cheng went in and chose a bunch of white eustoma. He walked out of the flower shop calmly and gracefully, holding the vegetables in one hand and the flowers in the other.

Along the way, it attracted many people's attention.

There was always a faint smile on the corner of Jing Cheng's mouth, and he talked with him from time to time, not caring about the eyes of others.

When he got home, Jing Cheng put a sprig of eustoma in a vase, and Wu Jingan stood aside and looked at him, "What are you doing buying flowers? It's not practical."

Jing Cheng said, "Don't you think the house is much brighter with the flowers?" Jing Cheng turned to meet his gaze, "Life is so ordinary, you should have some fun by yourself."

Jingcheng's life has always been monotonous.

The work in the agency was idle and boring, and when he returned home, facing the same lifeless house, he was almost breathless.

After the death of his parents, he also had a few friends, or they had different interests, or different ideas. In short, he could always pick out some faults.

Separate, find again, separate again, no one can really walk into his heart.

Or maybe, there was always someone in his heart.

He heard someone calling "Jing An" in the subway that day, and he ran after a blurry figure for a long time before realizing that the person he could never forget in his heart was Wu Jing'an.

When Jing Yi came to visit him, she brought a bouquet of tulips, which was a kind of flower that the little girl liked very much. She said that putting flowers in the room could dispel the haze in her heart.

As a result, the haze did not dissipate, but he developed the habit of buying flowers frequently.

He bought many kinds of flowers, including lilies, roses, hibiscus, lavender, and calla lilies. Finally, the little girl in the flower shop recommended eustoma to him.

It was a bouquet of flowers that could pry into his heart, and he wanted to express his heart in this subtle way.

After lunch, Wu Jingan started to get busy.

Knead the dough, wake it up, chop the stuffing, and make buns.

When the phone rang, Wu Jing'an touched his face, Jing Cheng picked it up for him and put it next to his ear.

It was my colleague Wang Hai, who felt a little angry at home and wanted to come to him for a drink to relieve boredom, Wu Jingan said: "Okay, come to my house, I will make buns for you to eat at night, if you do a lot, all your troubles will be gone when you are full. "

Jing Cheng helped him hang up the phone, "What kind of logic do you have, you don't have to worry if you are full?"

Wu Jing'an took it for granted, "If you're full, you'll want to sleep. If you don't sleep, all your troubles will be gone."

Jing Cheng laughed, "You really don't need me to help you?"

Wu Jingan bumped him with his elbow, "Let's go, let me, the master, show my hands. Anyway, we have lived alone for ten years, and every bite is our bitter tears!"

In the evening, Wang Hai bought wine and brought Xiao Bai, who was in the same period, to Wu Jing'an's house to rub some buns.

Jing Cheng cooked a few dishes, and the four big men drank a sip of wine, biting a mouthful of bitter tears, to eat up their troubles.

During the period, Jing Cheng highly praised Wu Jingan's steamed stuffed bun craftsmanship, and mentioned that their restaurant planned to make breakfast.

Wang Hai didn't understand, so, "Then Angkor, you can go to Brother Jing's restaurant to work. Is the salary high? It can't be lower than our factory."

Jing Cheng said: "If Jing An is willing, half the boss is also fine."

Wu Jing'an was almost choked to death by a mouthful of steamed stuffed bun. While beating his chest, he raised his eyes to look at the "innocent" smile on the face of the man opposite him.

The two young men drank a lot and helped each other to leave.Wu Jingan sent them to a taxi, and when he turned around, Jing Cheng was waiting for him at the gate of the community.

The light was dim, against the slender figure of the man, coupled with his current situation, Wu Jing'an suddenly had the illusion of "looking back suddenly, but the man is in a dimly lit place".

Sighing, he slowly approached the man.

The sound of footsteps walking side by side gradually sounded in the quiet neighborhood late at night.

Some people say that many years ago, we often leaned together to look at the stars.I don't know if the stars at that time were the same as they are now.

Some say we are past the age of looking at the stars together.

Some people say that this kind of thing has no age distinction, as long as you draw the curtains and open the window, even two old people who are more than seventy years old can cuddle together and count the stars.

Some people say that Jing Cheng... I just lost my lover, no, I don't know if it counts as lost, in short, we don't meet or contact each other, we can't give each other what we want, this relationship...Jing Cheng, sorry, I can't make it The person who can count the stars with you.

Someone put his hand on each other's shoulders and said with a smile that we are just friends now, so let's just be friends.Let's talk about the future...

The two overlapping figures disappeared into the corridor, and soon, a warm light shone from a window on the second floor.

The man sitting in the car tightly gripped the steering wheel in his hands, his gaze was like a sharp sword trying to pierce through the window.

He stayed here for two hours like a fool, just to see the man.

He saw the person he was thinking about day and night, and also saw another man standing beside that person.

A man with good looks, figure, and temperament.

They hooked up, they talked, they were close.

They entered the house, the house that should have belonged to him and the man.

He slapped the steering wheel heavily with his palm, and after getting annoyed, he took out his mobile phone and called.

Two days later, he got the man's information.

The three pieces of paper fell lightly on the ground, and the people who read the materials had already rushed out desperately.

Wu Jingan saw Xu Hui again in the centralized control room of his unit, and when he was wondering how this person would appear suddenly, he was dragged out by the collar in public.

When he came to a relatively quiet place, Xu Hui slammed the person against the wall, and the vicious words rushed out of his mouth without waiting for anyone to question him.

"You're so fucking cheap, you can't live without a man for a day, right?! One surnamed Jiang is not enough, and now you have a first love, Wu Jing'an, how many men do you have?!"

Xu Hui's words were too harsh, it took Wu Jing'an a while to digest the information.

The ferocious face of the man in front of him turned ridiculous. Wu Jingan slowly moved the corners of his mouth and smiled, "How much? Let me think about it. Seven or eight if not ten. I don't know how many there will be in the future. However, It has nothing to do with you!"

"Wu, Jing, An." Xu Hui's sanity almost collapsed.

Compared to his impatience and rage, Wu Jingan was much calmer. He slowly but forcefully pushed away the man who was suppressing him, "Xu Hui, we're done, aren't we?"

He lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look into the man's eyes. He didn't have the slightest confidence in what he said.

He already loved this second generation ancestor terribly, even if that person scolded him with the dirtiest words, he still wanted to verify a result carefully and humbly.

He wanted to give their love one last chance.

He also thought that after getting a negative answer, he could walk back with this person, back to their home.

Xu Hui held Wu Jingan's face with both hands, and forced him to look at him, but Wu Jingan's unusual viciousness and determination were in his eyes. He opened his mouth, hurting him the most with every word.

"Very good, Wu Jing'an, if you want to play, I will play with you. I said, I won't break up with you, so you don't want to escape from my grasp. It's just a first love, nothing. Back then, I could play with the dead Jiang , Today, you can also play with this beast and make it useless, do you want to see it, I will let you keep your eyes open and take a good look, what consequences will the evil you create have!"