he killed himself

The person who came was Jiang Yu. For a long, long time, Feng Zhen almost couldn’t remember when he met this person. When he appeared in his life again, he regarded himself as Xiri’s teammate and friend. Mother had a good impression of this young man, so she rarely stopped their friendship.

"Why are you here?" Feng Zhen asked with a smile, carrying the fruit and roast duck he just bought into the door, changed his shoes, and closed the door.

"After finishing the thesis, I'm going back to China to find a job. I just know that my aunt is here." Jiang Yu had already got up and came to help put the fruit together with a pile of fruits, and then consciously asked what he wanted to eat, and was busy washing the fruits and so on. , "Auntie said you went skiing today, is that in the suburbs?"

"About an hour from here."

"That ski resort is not big. If you stay in Beijing for a few days, I'll take you to a more interesting one."

"A few days." Feng Zhen is actually not sure how many days, he will accompany his mother to the funeral tomorrow, and then make a decision after seeing his mother's mood, but seeing his mother seems to be in a good mood at the moment, so he thinks a little more After waiting in line for two days, "Are you familiar with Beijing?"

Jiang Yu looked a little hurt, and brought out the fruit cut into small pieces, "Forget it, you don't remember that I took you to visit Beijing when you came to Beijing. Anyway, where are you going to play these few days? Just lead the way, I am very familiar with old Beijing and new Beijing.”

Feng was really grateful and asked him to have dinner with him.

Jiang Yu was not too polite, and while chatting with the old lady, he ordered what to eat. Feng was really embarrassed to work hard on Aunt Shen's cooking, and he wanted to go shopping by himself, but was stopped by Aunt Shen, "Doctor Feng, I just do it. For this matter, if you even snatch this matter, then you say what's the point of me being here?"

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I'm worried about your hard work. After all, you are here to take care of Chu Yuan."

"To me, you are all children who need to be taken care of, there is no difference." Aunt Shen pushed him in, "Spend more time with your mother, I am already very happy that you don't make trouble."

The person Aunt Shen said was causing trouble was actually someone wearing a black-striped asymmetrical shirt that looked cool no matter what, hugging and kissing a woman under the bright lights of Xinjiekou, Nanjing, and calling out a lot of nasty things. Comrade Xiaoheng who talks about love.

The moment the director called out cut, he and the actresses and staff worked hard politely, then turned around and got into the electric blanket prepared by manager Dayang, put on a hand warmer, and let the manager use a wet wipe with some alcohol Wipe your mouth three times.

"Is this year considered the end of work?"

"Today is the end of work, but there are still a few banquets and two red carpets, and there will be nothing else after that."

"It seems that I am on the [-]th line." Xiaoheng muttered and burrowed into the blanket again, "Why is Nanjing so cold this year?"

"Nanjing is not very warm in winter." Dayang stretched out his hand to touch the child's head, and there was no fever or anything like that. "From next year, you will reduce your workload and arrange more exercise."

"Don't you think I'm already busy?" The young man wrapped in a red plaid quilt showed two bright black eyes, "There are quite a few who came out of my generation and became popular in 18 years. It's just me. There is no need to wear a mask, and there is nothing that can be remembered until now, and this drama may be finished filming, and it is a brain damage, if you say that if I die, there is nothing worth remembering."

"It's enough that there are people who miss you," Dayang was used to Xiao Heng's random thoughts, and asked him if he wanted to eat something later, whether he wanted to go home to sleep or go to Mr. Yi's place tonight.

"Can I go to your house?"

"My house is too small for you to enter."

"Then I'll have something to eat before leaving. I remember there is a Chinese restaurant. I don't know if it's still open. Forget it, I'd better not eat. Dayang, you are so fat."

"You eat, I don't eat."

"It's boring to eat alone." Xiaoheng stood up, put on his down jacket, and went to say hello to the director and producer. When he came back, Yi Zheng was already there, but the director and producer came back and greeted Yi Zheng in a very professional way. Praise Kua Xiaoheng's play is good.

"Look at how low the director's requirements are now. When someone comes, he thinks it's pretty good."

"Choose the taller one among the short ones. Compared to your rival actress who either doesn't memorize her lines or doesn't show up, your second male number is indeed pretty good."

"If I rely on my face and traffic to make a living, I guess it will be the same."

Hearing these useless words, Dayang unceremoniously poked Xiaoheng's tailbone, "Don't say that again."

"If I do, will you abandon me?"

"Yes." Dayang didn't mind telling his own thoughts, "People with different values ​​cannot work together, and they will be very wronged."

Xiao Heng recited these words to Yi Zheng, and asked him if he felt wronged when he was with him.

This kind of question is undoubtedly a proposition. Yi Zheng doesn't think how Xiao Heng found out with his conscience. He knows how much trouble he has brought to himself by being so indifferent. He just fully realizes that this kid may have recently What touched things, but everything must first answer this question.

"Do you feel that I feel wronged to live?"

Glancing at this person's buttoned clothes today, his meticulous hairstyle, and the disgusting Liushen toilet water mixed with some strange but definitely expensive smell, Xiao Heng shook his head.

"Then why do I feel wronged together with you?" Yi Zheng grabbed the man's cool hand, put it in his pocket, and rubbed it gently, "Recently, I often think of when I was a child, as long as I saw someone bullying me , no matter who that person is, you will rush forward and stand in front of me, saying that you are the only one who can bully me, you are obviously so much younger than me, how come you are not afraid at all."

"I was stupid then."

It's not clear how smart you are now, "I'm afraid I've wronged you now."

"I have nothing, what's wrong with me?"

These words actually startled Yi Zheng. He paused, put Xiao Heng's other hand in his pocket, and told the person in front of him who occupied his entire line of sight word by word, "You have me, you have friends, The most important thing is, Xiao Heng, you still have yourself."

The two looked at each other silently, the lights at Xinjiekou went out row by row, no one noticed this pair of people standing facing each other, they were so hidden in this city's not so bright place, looking into each other's eyes, listening to each other breath.

"It's enough for me to have you." The young man with deer eyes said so.

That night, the two of them tossed and slept until very late. Yi Zheng held Xiao Heng in his arms after taking a shower, and then carried him back to sleep together, just like when he was young.The two of them have slept together almost since they wore crotch pants.

It's strange to say that Xiao Heng, a boy who is two years younger than himself, when he saw him for the first time, came up to hug his waist with a shameless face, and no one could pull him away if he wanted to kiss him, and then he was his little follower , but he doesn't have the self-consciousness of a follower at all. He always walks in front with a swaggering appearance.

Uncle Wu once made a calculation for the two of them, and after nearly a month of vigorous work, the final comment was simple.

"In this life, he came to you first."

Although Yi Zheng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he doesn't deny in his heart that he and Xiao Heng seem to have known each other for a long time. Over time, the two have also changed from being alienated and disgusted for a period of time to the situation they are getting along with today.

He embraced the frowning and kicking the quilt with one hand, "How come he looks the same since he was a child?"

The young man pouted, crawling into his arms like a puppy, and didn't settle down until he got into a comfortable position.

At this time, at 4 o'clock in the morning, Zhou Chen had just arrived in Beijing.

Beijing is still the same, the air is not very good, the lights are bright, and the traffic has already started to go all the way, but it is relatively smoother during the day.

The difference is that this time he came alone.

At this time, there are still two weeks before the new year, and it is said that it is busy, but there are no big orders. It is more of a year-end summary meeting, a reception, and a lot of audit sheets. Things don't require him to be busy himself.

After processing the remaining emails in the car, he closed the computer and sent messages to Han Zhou and Liao Chen. There was nothing special in the past two days, and he went to Ji Zibai for everything.

Today's itinerary is actually tight. In the morning, the year-end meeting of the Beijing branch, lunch with the president of OT, the opening speech of the annual meeting of the Bosheng Beijing branch and interviews with reporters in the afternoon, and an auction after 3 o'clock, ending around 6 o'clock It was an evening reception, and some local celebrities in Beijing would come, including Bosheng's partners in the future.

When all this was over for him, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening, so he directly hung up the call and stopped Zhou Yuyang's car.

Zhou Yuyang has long been used to his cousin being domineering and unreasonable. He took out his driver's license and reminded this guy to drive slowly, "If you go to the west side, don't go to Qianmen Street, it's easy to get blocked."

"Thank you bro."

"Dinner at noon tomorrow, remember to arrive on time."

But I don't know if people heard these words, the car had already started to drive away, Zhou Yuyang shook his head, caught a glimpse of Ji Zibai's call, acted the same, and hung up.