middle of the road

After Chi Yu finished taking the medicine and lay down, Fu Jin sat for a while, then went to the kitchen and asked Jiang Mingyang for a cup of brewed tea to relieve his boredom.

Although his drinking capacity is average, he really didn't drink much at night. It's exactly Chi Yu's look of deep affection even if he is half dead, which makes him feel really blocked as an outsider. Depressed and fermented for the second time, he was so sour that he felt indescribably aggrieved and uncomfortable.

It's still raining outside, how many days it's been raining in a row, and there hasn't been a moment of clearing up, and the pores of people who have rained heavily feel that they are going to be moldy at any time.

"How is he?" Jiang Mingyang asked.

"Fortunately, it's not serious." Fu Jin ordered another cup after finishing his drink, "Look, if the fever persists tomorrow morning, I'll send it to the hospital for two days of drinking water, and hurry up."

"Then I'll stay here tonight." Seeing that he was thirsty, Jiang Mingyang simply gave him his own cup, "If you have something to do, go first."

"Yeah." Fu Jin responded, but it's really nothing important, the meal has already been eaten, and you can participate in the next stall or not, without him, you may not really be able to transfer.

However, after standing face to face with Jiang Mingyang in the kitchen for less than 2 minutes, Fu Jin felt that it was better for him to leave first.

It has only been two days since the last quarrel, and suddenly they are so close to each other under the same roof. It is estimated that neither of them is uncomfortable now.

Especially that bit of discomfort and alcohol, once the two of them fell silent, they began to wrap themselves around him more intensely, which easily reminded him of what happened that day, and then his whole body seemed to be covered with water plants. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't collapse, and his heart was so stuffy.

Fu Jin has been confused during this period of time, and he is unwilling to think deeply about many things, so he doesn't want to complicate things at this time.

"Then I'll go first." He stood up straight and stretched, "Call me if you need anything."

Jiang Mingyang didn't speak behind him, until he was almost at the door, he said as if he suddenly remembered something: "Drink less wine."

It's nothing to say in normal times, but it's just a polite sentence, the same as driving to remind people to drive carefully, but between the two of them in such an awkward and unpredictable relationship, any exhortation is the same as the previous saying to let him Just like don't drive after drinking, it seems a bit abrupt, even out of bounds.

It's okay to honestly admit that they are friends, but they are not.

To be able to treat each other as friends after having a physical relationship, in Fu Jin's view, it's just that both of them can pretend.

Moreover, Jiang Mingyang's words, no matter how much Fu Jin listened to them, he thought it was interesting. Thinking of the series of situations that happened after he drank too much last time, isn't this clearly a reminder to him? If you really don't want you to resist, just try your best, we are all men, don't act like he raped him.

"Don't worry, I won't let you pick me up when I'm drunk." Fu Jin glanced back at him, and closed the door with a cold face.

The gloomy weather exacerbated his inner depression, and when he walked downstairs, Fu Jin couldn't hold back, kicked the wall hard, fuck!

It's not unusual for him. If it wasn't for his high moral standard and self-improvement, he wouldn't have torn up psoriasis advertisements on the road countless times.

He has always known that he has a vague affection for Jiang Mingyang, but he can't tell when it started. He didn't seem to feel it until one day he suddenly realized that there were frequent ambiguities between the two of them.

Moreover, he has always thought that the good impression means that he does not hate and is willing to be close. If Jiang Mingyang has this idea and wants to develop a relationship with him, he will not refuse. possible.

However, until recently, Jiang Mingyang's casual words and deeds could affect his mood ups and downs. Fu Jin felt that this judgment seemed a bit difficult to say. Did something happen during that accidental sleep? Because there was a different relationship before, so the idea happened. A fundamental change?

After all, he is so traditional, maybe he really wants to be responsible to him, and maybe some other feelings arise because of this responsibility?

If you really want to do that, it’s actually quite easy to solve, just find someone to have a sex with, and see if it’s really "day" for a long time...Fart, how long did it take, just one time, where will the next time be? I don't know, at most it can be regarded as a "day" love affair.

Fu Jin felt that if he wanted to sleep with Jiang Mingyang again in the future, he probably really had to wait for a long time.

He asked his colleagues to send the address to his mobile phone. He rushed there now, and it was only before eight o'clock. Going back would be boring and easy to think too much.

But after I went there, I didn’t think much about it. I was really bored. There was another hospital he didn’t know very well. Maybe there was some emotional problem. He occupied the microphone and didn’t sing there, and he didn’t allow others to sing. What kind of song did he play? Howling desperately, the heart-piercing kind, several people around are persuading, there is no grass in the end of the world, and it is her loss that she looks down on you, and so on.

Fu Jin sat in the corner, not even in the mood to drink, and finally felt bored, so he simply stood outside.

There was probably some kind of party next door, and the commotion was louder than theirs. It sounded a lot like that hard-pressed squeaky voice, and the pussy was weird. He originally wanted to go and have a look. What a strange thing, I'm a little too lazy to move after standing against the wall for a long time.

It wasn't until someone passed by him and entered the next box that he stood up straight as if he was shocked by something.

Fuck... Fu Jinhao is a humanities lecturer, 56 languages ​​​​are gathered in his heart at the moment, and after thousands of choices, there is only one exclamation left. That man... looks too damn good-looking!

He only glanced at it, and it was a side view, and he felt that the face was flexible and the lines were perfect, especially the half of the eyebrows and eyes, which were not too exaggeratedly sharp, but also a little bit femininity...

Fu Jin looked a little dumbfounded, this is the first one he has seen in so many years, no, the first one is his male god, and the second face is so suitable for him, it looks like the appearance he longed for in his heart of.

He couldn't help but move, even though the person walked straight past him without even looking at him, he still couldn't help the commotion in his heart, and followed him quietly under the influence of alcohol.

A group of monsters danced wildly in the box, and the man sat alone in the corner with a bottle of wine in his hand, looking as out of place with the surrounding environment as he was.

Fu Jin has never dated anyone. If Jiang Mingyang counts, at least he hasn't hinted at anyone so bluntly. In fact, he doesn't know if he can make it. He doesn't have any skills. The only thing he can rely on is his face, but others Looking like that probably doesn't appeal to him either.

But if he didn't do anything and let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by, he would definitely regret it when he thought about it later. After waiting for so many years, wasn't he just waiting for such a face, and it still appeared when he wanted to try to treat Jiang Mingyang recently? Is Dian Xinsi a pass to be free, and thinking about paying for it gives me courage.

The process was quite smooth, Fu Jin pretended to be a veteran, and deliberately posted a little closer to the person. The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous due to the flow of warm light in the box. In fact, if it wasn't for the loud noises around, the other party would have been able to detect him at this moment. He was so nervous, he didn't dare to look too directly, and there was a slight tremor in his voice, even though the salty pig's hand on his lap was as steady as Mount Tai.

In the end, that person agreed to go out with him, and the two of them went to the hotel room to get ready. Suddenly, someone similar to his ex-boyfriend called. It's as if he was completely defeated, in that case he can only generously say that he will make an appointment another day.

In fact, he was in a very complicated mood at that time. On the one hand, he felt that it was not easy to meet a top quality. Although the other party repeatedly emphasized that he only did the top, Fu Jin also admitted it. Who told him to control his appearance? Even when he dies, he may be unable to rest in peace because of unfulfilled wishes.

But as soon as the other party had a situation, he immediately let go of it graciously. He couldn't tell why, but he had a faint feeling of relief. Maybe he was really not ready yet, and he was yelling that it was a It's a matter, it's another matter if you really want to do it.

But if you really have any obsessions in your heart, he also fully understood the time he pressed Jiang Mingyang that night, at least now he is no longer a good person, and he has the confidence to boast that he has experienced many battles. Besides, even he himself doesn't know what he's being hypocritical about, anyway, he just feels empty and regretful, and the regret doesn't seem to be because he didn't sleep well...

After he came out of the hotel, he hesitated for a while and called Jiang Mingyang to ask how Chiyu was. He heard that he was still asleep, and after the heat subsided a little, he gave a few more instructions, and then he and Jiang Mingyang each took On the phone, no one spoke. After a long silence, Fu Jin seemed to come to his senses and hung up the phone first.

When Cheng Ying came home at night, Cheng Yang was sitting in the living room preparing lessons, and looked up at her, "Have you eaten yet? The kitchen is reserved for you."

Cheng Ying was about to speak when she saw Cheng Le who was dragging the floor winking at her. Cheng Ying didn't know what happened and wanted to go into the room, but Cheng Le probably meant that Cheng Yang was in a bad mood. He went to the kitchen and pretended to serve some food.

"Why did you come back so late? You didn't even say hello." Cheng Yang looked back at her, a little helpless, "Don't eat after eating."

"Oh." Cheng Ying put down the bowl, glanced at Cheng Le, then turned to flirt with Cheng Yang, "I went to visit Qingfang City with my friends, and they said they wanted to eat outside, so they came back after eating together , Brother, you didn’t wait for me, did you? Hey, don’t be angry, I can clean the dishes for the next two days.” @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Cheng Ying likes to make all kinds of fabric handicrafts. One of her classmates has an older sister who opened a Taobao shop to sell them. She would make some hanging on it after studying. The money she earned was used as pocket money. Cheng Yang never stopped her. As long as it doesn't affect the grades, he won't interfere with the right hobbies, just like Cheng Le will do some hourly jobs when he has vacations. Generally, Cheng Yang is willing to let him experience life if he is not so tired.

"Next time, remember to call back first when you are late." Cheng Yang said slightly reproachfully, "Girls should pay more attention to safety outside."

"I know, I will definitely do it next time." After Cheng Ying assured him, she entered the room with a big bag she purchased. Cheng Le has almost cleaned the sanitation here, and was about to put down her things to take a shower. Cheng Yang pointed An English-Chinese dictionary under the coffee table, "Don't mess things up in the future."

Cheng Le saw it, and hurried over to take the dictionary in his hand. While peeking at Cheng Yang, he flipped through it without a trace. No wonder he couldn't find it no matter how hard he searched a few days ago, it turned out to be lost here.

Cheng Le's piggy bank used to be the Xinhua Dictionary, which has been changed to the English-Chinese Dictionary since he became rich. The history of changes in such a dictionary can almost summarize his entrepreneurial fortune in the past seven or eight years.

"Is there anything missing?" Cheng Yang asked.

"No." Cheng Le glanced at it and immediately said, it doesn't matter if there are fewer or fewer things, as long as Cheng Yang doesn't notice that there are fewer things.

Cheng Yang stopped writing, leaned back on the chair and looked at him, Cheng Le felt a little guilty, and asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Cheng Le wanted to ask him questions all day long, such as what was going on between him and Chi Yu, the relationship between him and Chi Yu was so good before, why after so many years, it suddenly came to this point of "doing nothing". Another example is whether Chi Yu was really beaten like this by him?

Also, why did he suspend school back then, was it really because Cheng Yunsheng drove them out and had no place to live?

But he didn't have the guts to ask these questions, his brother was quite scary when he was serious, and sometimes Cheng Le was a little scared of him for no reason.

And what Cheng Yang asked was if there was anything he wanted to tell him, obviously not asking him to ask questions, but asking him to take the initiative to explain.

"No." Cheng Le pretended to be innocent, and looked away, "I will... promise not to misplace things in the future."

Cheng Yang: "..."

Cheng Yang waved his hand, "Go take a shower and rest early."

Cheng Le came out of the shower and Cheng Yang had already entered the room. He glanced into the door, carefully took out the dictionary and flipped through a few pages. It was only when he found out that he came to ask him.

I think so, usually there are very few places where he needs money in his life. This is almost all he has saved over the years, including what Cheng Yang usually gives. The amount is still quite considerable for a high school student. After going so much, Cheng Yang must have doubts, but the doubts belonged to doubts, but he didn't ask further. I don't know if he didn't guess where he might spend the money, or if he was really relieved.

Cheng Le closed the dictionary, and half of his body fell on the sofa. Cheng Yang seemed to be in a bad mood during this period of time. Only a few times when he came back, every time he tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. How to tell Cheng Yang that he saw Cheng Linsheng?