"Lao Chang, are you okay?" Xia He squatted on the side of the sofa and looked at Chang Qiming, who was lying on the side in a daze.

His eyes were a little glazed, and after hearing Xia He's voice, his eyes rolled, and then he raised his hand to grab Xia He's wrist.

"I'm not good!" he curled up cautiously, a little aggrieved, and a little stubborn.

Xia He was a little helpless, got up and went to the refrigerator to find some food, there were a few cans of beer in the refrigerator, some biscuits, and half a fried chicken, there was no breath of life at all, and I didn't know how this guy lived.

Xia He always felt that Lao Chang and Fang Zeyu were similar, they just needed a place to sleep in the wind and rain.

Xia He hugged two cans of beer and sat on the coffee table ready to listen to the long story. Opened both cans of beer and handed one of them to the man slumped on the couch.

"Drink?" Xia He shook the wine in front of him.

Chang Qiming waved his hand, pulled the agreement on the table, squinted his eyes and stared at the text on it for a few minutes, he didn't seem to know the words on it, looked horizontally and vertically, and finally he didn't know where to take out a pen.

Xia He held down the hand he was about to sign: "Old Chang ......"

"I know what you're trying to say, I've thought it through, or it wouldn't be. ”

Chang Qiming paused, at this time, there were no words to comfort him.

"It's okay, just start over. ”

Chang Qiming scribbled a few strokes, he didn't know what he was writing, after writing, he threw the pen, slid off the sofa, and sat on the ground with Xia He, he drank tea, Xia He drank.

"It's so late, let's stay here tonight. Chang Qiming glanced at his house, "You sleep on the sofa, I'll send you back to school tomorrow." ”

Xia He was choked, this guy really doesn't know how to accommodate girls, no wonder there are so many inexplicable contradictions with his wife.

Among them, some people may not want to speak, and some people have to listen, and in the end, no one is willing to give in.

Chang Qiming staggered into the bedroom, and after a while, he came out with a few pieces of clothing and threw them on Xia He.

"My ex-wife's clothes, you will be on it. Lao Chang came out with a pillow and blanket again, and saw Xia He still sitting motionless.

"Don't worry, I've drunk a lot, but I'm not going to do those ridiculous things. Chang Qiming helped her set up the sofa.

"I'm sober!"

Xia He watched him put the pillow on the back of the sofa and support his chin with one hand, not feeling that he was awake at all.

Chang Qiming tripped over the coffee table and stumbled on the edge of the sofa, perhaps because of the paralyzing effect of alcohol, he didn't seem to feel pain, frowned and sat on the ground.

Xia He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, which was opened by Lao Chang, and after she confirmed that Lao Chang was normal, she got up and walked around the house.

The traces of another person in this house are still obvious, and some things that are not Chang Qiming's style at first glance are everywhere.

In addition to the information books and dictionaries on the shelves, the rest are all books that Chang is responsible for publishing, and in the corner of the bookshelf, there is a small certificate, on which is a photo of Chang Qiming and a woman.

Xia He glanced back at Chang Qiming, found that he ignored himself, hesitated, picked up the document, and the names on it were about to separate.

She didn't quite understand these things, but she felt a little regretful. From intimacy to strangeness, how much harm does it take to reach this point?