"Why do you sigh when you say 'Brother Che'?" Brother Li said jokingly.

"Did I sigh?" Qiuqiu stared at him in surprise.

Brother Li's expression looked like he had just listened to a stupid speech, and he frowned and said, "I don't know what happened between you, but as friends, I don't want you to stay like this until you get old, and then write about each other in your memoirs."

"You know I don't like writing, but your future grandson might actually be able to buy 'Brother Che''s memoirs in a bookstore." Qiuqiu thought about that scene and said with some amusement.

What would a person's memoir look like? He thought. Will it be a heavy hardcover box, wrapped in dark gray cloth paper, and then stamped with a silver stamp in the middle of the cover with a metaphorical logo?

Hey, this guy is a complete ambivalence who might really make the cost of a memoir look like a mysterious pamphlet with a black magic spell on it.

So, how would he describe himself in words?

He fantasized about the sentence inside: "His former colleague threw up black on the way to bed and almost ruined our relationship?"

Oh, that guy wouldn't write that. The ball is clearly its own. The person may only be able to write. He is "a curious little fool who says no to Natsume Soseki's golden characters".

"Qiuqiu, what are you thinking?" It wasn't until Brother Li's voice exploration brought Qiuqiu back from his distant reverie that he found himself thinking of him again.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, I'll always be with you." Brother Li looked at him with complicated eyes, and Qiuqiu had the illusion of being recognized.

After hanging up the phone, the rain outside stopped, and he finally saved some face in front of his promise.

Qiuqiu is still curled up in bed, reminiscing about his first trip to Europe. By the time he landed in London, it was getting late, the sun was about to sink into the horizon, and the earth was shrouded in the same shade of orange. While he was waiting for his luggage in the twilight, he looked at his phone and sent two messages to Che Ge.

"I'm in London, Brother Che."

"It's just in time for the sunset."

If the first one is to show that you are doing well, then the next day is obviously not much to say. He unconsciously paced around in front of the turntable to alleviate the swelling of his calves caused by long-haul flights.

A few years ago, when their first work was recognized by everyone, a reporter asked Che Ge what would happen if Qiuqiu left the country and never came back.

Qiuqiu remembers the man saying he would buy a plane ticket right away.

Now, assuming this is partially true, he is now working in Europe, and he, Chego, is not following him.

In retrospect, Qiuqiu also understands that while almost everyone who follows them hopes that they can have a loyal relationship, their peers in the entertainment industry are asking meaningless questions.

In the beginning, he was not very good at dealing with these confusing and impractical questions, and when asked questions instead of preparation, he was overwhelmed to go for help.

But then he realized that there was no point in preparing because his offline speech seemed to make the audience scream even more. Ranwen

Few people care if what he says is inconsistent. Most of the audience was just laughing.

When his flight number appeared on the screen, the phone in his pants pocket happened to vibrate.

"Be safe over there and remember to say thank you to your new colleague who came to pick you up. Contact me at my accommodation. I'm probably going to stay up late tonight. ”

Cheol, who inherited the family business, is now in a difficult situation, while Qiu-poo is typing out of the corner of his eye while searching for his suitcase.

"Yes, busy man. Be careful of your hair getting into big trouble before middle age. ”

For a long time since then, Qiuqiu has been busy adjusting to his new life, rarely having the opportunity to indulge himself like a man far away from his own country, eating and drinking without moderation, let alone their wild nights.

But then again, even before they got together, they weren't the kind of people who would talk privately about each other's past hissing lives. They have been together for a long time and keep a reasonable distance from each other.

But at one point, they unexpectedly crossed the line.

Qiuqiu was lucky enough to meet a group of well-behaved colleagues and even a naturally beautiful look, which made him a favorite of the Asian cleaning lady in the office, who occasionally ate snacks printed with Southeast Asian languages.

"May you always meet good people." Since we met, every time we have birthday, Brother Che will send this greeting.

Qiuqiu never doubted whether the man had real good intentions, and in every other way they respected each other than working hard that night, yes, that's right.

But no good brother in the world will go to bed, and no good brother will get up and call each other, he thought.

Qiuqiu apologized to him for not being able to go back to his birthday party, and the man's brief and angry reaction to the news made him imagine him frowning.

He is so familiar with people's bad tempers that he can only take the initiative to restore them. But because he was too busy with work, he even enjoyed the luxury of sleeping on the plane, instead of enjoying the warmth of Brother Che's arms at home.

They hadn't spoken since, not even wordplay that wasn't of interest to him.

Qiuqiu likes to video chat with Brother Li without any warning (although they have to think about it now), but before each call, he carefully asks Brother Che if they are available, asking if they can't talk or show up.

Or he'll call him a video and then Che Ge is playing with a woman he doesn't know, and then he'll get kicked by a horse. Qiuqiu grimaced and started playing pranks - imagine Brother Che sleeping with an invisible woman.

Then, without warning, in the mysterious psychosexuality, he saw his own face. They stared at each other for a long time, a drop of sweat dripping from the bridge of his nose and running down his upturned lips.

"Hell... He screamed in pain if he pulled the pillow out from behind and hit him hard in the face. He really felt that there was something wrong with him, but he still fumbled with the tissue box at the head of the bed and smoked a dozen.

What happened naturally speaks for itself, and it is strictly controlled and not allowed to be written, so be it.

The above content is Qiuqiu's memories, and at this time, he was still arguing with Gu Yuan about why he ordered turkey noodles for her.

In the end, Gu Yuan said that he leaked his mouth, Qiuqiu pointed at her and smiled evilly: "Okay, it turns out that you have such an idea, begging for a fight!" ”

Gu Yuan was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away, and the two chased each other at home, and the scene was extremely warm.