Tan Jingyang was woken up by thirst in the middle of his sleep, feeling like a fire was burning in his throat.
After waking up again, his eyes twitched, and he stared at the ceiling for a moment without knowing what night it was.
Surprisingly, he just drank it all...
The people around him seemed to feel his movement, they frowned and turned over in their sleep, facing Tan Jingyang.
A hand lazily stretched out and placed it on his lower abdomen.
Tan Jingyang's pupils shrank suddenly!
No, the person lying on the side is not Tan Le!
Stiffly, he slowly turned his head to look at the sleeping face of the other party. Through the dim skylight through the curtains, he saw that the collar of Ji Zhun's pure cotton T-shirt was slightly open, revealing his ivory white neck and prominent collarbone. And through the thin clothes, the skin touching each other was feeling real warmth.
Tan Jingyang bit the tip of his tongue hard, damn it wasn't a dream!
"Hiss-" Ji Zhun's eyelashes trembled and he muttered dissatisfiedly in a hoarse voice, "Tan Jingyang, you bastard, I'm going to die from you." Tan Jingyang: "?!" Bastard, tortured to death,
hiss
. ...No matter how you listen to them together, it feels ambiguous and damn bad.
The hand on his lower abdomen continued to release the heat that made Tan Jingyang feel like he was sweating on his back and his palms were wet.
He clenched and unclenched his fist several times, then took a deep breath and removed Ji Zhun's hand from his body.
"Ji, Jizhun." When Tan Jingyang spoke, his voice was still trembling, "Are ... are you okay?
"
I vomited everywhere, and I apologized to the front desk for a long time."
"No, but how could I be in your bed? And..." Still shirtless!
"Why don't I let you torment Tan Le?" Ji Zhun stood up and reached for the cell phone on the bedside table to check the time. "Your clothes were also stained. I washed them and hung them in the bathroom. I guess you can dry them in the morning." "Ah, yes.
" Tan Jingyang pursed her lips, her mind still buzzing.
Seeing Tan Jingyang's embarrassed look, Ji Zhun showed a playful smile on his face.
"Don't worry, little brother, I didn't do anything to you~"
Tan Jingyang "..." I was afraid that I would do something to you.
"I'm going to the toilet." Tan Jing raised her body, feeling top-heavy again. He went to the cabinet and unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, gulping down most of the bottle.
There was a dripping sound in the toilet. Tan Jingyang turned on the light, closed the door, looked at the hanging clothes on his clothes, took them off, twisted them twice in the sink, and hung them on the handle outside the door. .
Then, he sat on the toilet and lit a cigarette, and he breathed a long sigh of relief after several puffs.
The memory gradually came back, and the farce in the hospital resurfaced before my eyes. Tan Jingyang knocked on the cigarette body, pressed the phone to look at the latest call record. It was the landlord upstairs from the massage parlor who called and asked him if he had thought about it. He was about to be admitted to the hospital.
Tan Jingyang closed her eyes and rubbed her sore and swollen temples, no matter what, no matter where she lives now is better than staying at my uncle's house.
The shower sprayed hot water, and the bathroom was soon filled with mist.
Tan Jingyang stood under the shower and washed away the smell of alcohol. When he came out, he not only felt refreshed again, but his eyes also had ideas.
The sky became lighter again, and Ji Zhun quickly turned over and fell asleep again after Tan Jingyang went to the toilet. Tan Jingyang tiptoed to the middle of the two beds, hesitated for a moment, and finally went to Tan Le's side.
Next time, don't dare to drink like this again.
...
This weekend, Tan Jingyang officially moved out with Tan Le from his uncle's house.
Huazi drove a Jinbei car, and several people moved in and out. Uncle Yuan Chengwen was sitting on the sofa, drinking beer, turning the TV up loud, looking at everyone with mocking eyes.
While Huazi and the others were loading things into the car, my uncle said to Tan Jingyang coldly: "Do you think that the matter of moving out will be over? They can only pay back the money if they insist on you, and they will have to find you in the end." "Yes
. Well, let's go and see." Tan Jing raised his head and smiled lightly, "Take care."
The uncle gritted his teeth and slammed the beer can into the corner, causing the hops to splash and foam.
The Jinbei car drove to Tan Jingyang's newly rented house. Tan Le, who was squeezed in the pile of luggage, swayed his feet and looked particularly excited.
Huazi chewed a toothpick and looked at Tan Le from the rearview mirror, and asked Tan Jingyang, the co-pilot: "Wanting to eat hot pot at your place tonight? Celebrating Brother Yang's move to a new house." Tan Jingyang nodded: "Okay, I'll settle in later
. Just go to the supermarket."
"Don't buy any wine." Huazi turned the steering wheel, "I still have some leftovers in the store." "I won't
drink today." Tan Jingyang smiled, "The film was broken a few days ago. My stomach is not feeling well yet."
Hua Zi raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face: "It's rare. Who did you drink with?" "
Jizhun."
"Oh, is it the buddy you took to the roof last time?"
"Yeah. "
Hua Zi licked his lips and continued driving without saying another word.
Tan Jingyang turned her face and looked at him, and said funny: "What's the matter, are you sour?"
Hua Zi waved his hand: "That's bullshit." Dundun added, "Actually, I'm quite happy for you. You were the last one. The person who is willing to take the initiative to the roof is Cheng Zui."
Hearing this, Tan Jingyang's eyes sank slightly.
Hua Zi didn't notice it and continued: "I remember he should be out next month. I don't know what his plans will be in the future... Hey, shall we pick him up together that day?" "Yes."
Tan Jingyang responded, The thumb hanging between his legs couldn't help but rub the scar on his wrist.
After a long time, he said softly: "They are different."
"Who?"
Tan Jingyang was silent for a while, and then said: "It's nothing."
...
The Jinbei car turned a corner and entered the row of funeral supplies shops. old street.
Huazi frowned, and asked Tan Jingyang in a low voice, "Why did you choose such a place?" "I
didn't choose this place." Tan Jingyang looked out of the window, "There is no choice at all." "
I'm not worried about you, It's Xiao Le..."
"Xiao Le." Tan Jingyang called softly, "Are you afraid?"
Tan Le who was sitting in the back seat shook his head vigorously: "I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with brother!"
"Good boy "Huazi boasted and continued, "But it's really nothing to be afraid of. Who hasn't had such a day? Wait until the end, I hope someone remembers to burn more for you." "Feudal superstition is bad." Tan Jingyang thumped
Hua son's shoulders.
"Tsk, don't make trouble, you're driving!"
From a distance, Tan Jingyang saw the shabby and hidden sign of the massage parlor downstairs. Without the ambiguous red light at night, the massage parlor now looks quite normal except for being a bit shabby.
Today is a sunny day, and the sunshine that is close to autumn is no longer dazzling. It spreads warmly in the alley and shines on the short and scattered shops.
The little wild cat on the steps beside the road yawned lazily, raised its neck to be tickled, and narrowed its eyes with a satisfied look.
Tan Jingyang froze for a moment, feeling that the figure tickling the cat looked very familiar. He was wearing a light gray sweater, blue jeans, white sneakers and a white sun hat.
Just squatting under the sun, from time to time, I raised my head and smiled and chatted with the women in the massage parlor.
That woman was the one Tan Jingyang saw last time, but at this time she seemed to have just woken up. She had some freckles on her unpainted face and was only wearing a loose floral nightgown. Her hair was tied back and she had a toothbrush in her mouth.
"Why did you open the store here?" Jizhun said while playing with the cat, "It's so remote, how can the business be good?"
The woman spit out the foam from her mouth and smiled: "Everyone here is a repeat customer, so it's not bad. Besides, the rent in other places is so expensive, I can't afford it, right?"
As if influenced by the cat, Ji Zhun also yawned and lazily answered: "That's right, but this house belongs to you. I don't have any big expenses except for daily life, right?" "
That's right, I'm the only one here anyway, I don't have to take care of my children and I'm happy." The woman wiped her mouth with a towel after rinsing. Chong Jizhun raised his chin behind him, "Your friend is here."
Jizhun turned his head in response, and showed a smug smile after seeing Tan Jingyang.
Tan Jingyang frowned: "Why are you here?"
"Guess?"
"Brother!" Tan Le came out from behind Tan Jingyang, "Here you come! My brother said we should have hot pot tonight!"
Tan Jingyang knew instantly that it was Tan Le. The address was given to Ji Zhun.
He looked at Jizhun, then looked at the woman in the massage parlor doubtfully, and asked tentatively: "Do you... know each other?" "We
just met." Jizhun stood up and clapped his hands, "This is Aunt Hui, Your new neighbor in the future."
"We have met before." Tan Jingyang nodded to the woman, then pulled Ji Zhun aside and whispered, "You... don't know what she does?"
Ji Zhun rushed to the sign with the word "massage" written in front of the store and handed it to his chin: "You can't read?"
Tan Jingyang was a little helpless: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? She..."
"Wait a minute." Ji Zhun interrupted Tan Jingyang, "I know what you want to say." He looked back at Aunt Hui and asked Tan Jingyang again, "Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Tan Jingyang was silent for a moment and shook his head
.
"That's it." Jizhun raised his eyebrows, "Since you didn't see it, don't worry about labeling them."
After saying that, he turned around and jumped into the car, helping to move the luggage.
"Aunt Hui, could you please help me?" Jizhun shouted to the woman in the massage parlor.
The woman held a thin cigarette in her mouth and smiled: "You little brat is pretty good at assigning people." After saying that, she walked forward and took a backpack from Ji Zhun's hand.
Looking at Ji Zhun's back in the sun, Tan Jingyang's frowned brows gently relaxed, and there was tenderness in his eyes.
Should I say that this person lived a clean life or that he was naive?
...