There was a knock on the door.

Zhang Wenfeng came out of the inner room and brought the door. He went into the bathroom in the hall, took out his mobile phone, flipped through the call record, found the number, and dialed it.

The sound of the phone vibrating came from outside the door, and the visitor at the door picked up the phone.

"You're here?"

"I'm right at the door."

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Wenfeng stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a while, the flush on his face had faded, he pressed the toilet button, washed his hands, and went out to open the door.

A middle-aged man stood straight, a long stride from the door. Zhang Wenfeng glanced at him, he was not tall, with a round face, not the kind that was kind or likable, on the contrary, there was a faint sense of city. He was dressed in a suit and looked ordinary, but rather sophisticated. It is not easy for Chinese to look good in suits, but the person in front of him wears a certain style of his own. It seems that he is quite comfortable with his size. Zhang Wenfeng gestured for him to come in.

When the middle-aged man came in, he glanced inside. The bathroom was lit up, and the sound of water coming into the toilet was faintly heard.

"The first time we met, I wanted to ask you to sit in the lobby café."

"I'm too lazy to move tonight." Zhang Wenfeng motioned for him to sit on the sofa.

"Sheng Huaping." The middle-aged man held out his hand to him.

"We all know each other's names." Zhang Wenfeng didn't see his outstretched hand, turned around and went to the wine cabinet to pick up a bottle of mineral water.

Sheng Huaping smiled and sat down on the sofa. Zhang Wenfeng put the mineral water on the table and sat down as well. Sheng Huaping took out his mobile phone, buckled it upside down on the table, and raised his head to look at Zhang Wenfeng.

"Speaking of which, we've been at war."

Zhang Wenfeng waited calmly for him to continue.

"Xiongya and Kunpeng are fighting in the market, since the two sides are at war, we are each our own masters......"

Zhang Wenfeng frowned. Sheng Huaping turned a blind eye and continued, "However, this is a war between Guan Maoxiong and Huang Ligong. It's not you and mine. Why should we fight for them? ”

"Mr. Sheng just wants to talk to me about this?"

"There is no personal vendetta between us." Sheng Huaping accentuated his tone slightly, he was very satisfied with his sense of proportion, this sentence was slightly emphasized, but it was not too abrupt and disgusted by the other party. "We are not enemies. We can be friends. ”

"Oh?" Zhang Wenfeng said lightly.

"It's not Mr. Sheng who is here tonight, it's Sheng Huaping. I represent myself, not Guan Maoxiong. Sheng Huaping picked up the mineral water, leaned back on the back of the sofa, took a sip of water, took a long breath, and said, "Xiong is also Guan Maoxiong's, not my Sheng Huaping's." Kunpeng is also Huang Ligong's, not yours. ”

Zhang Wenfeng wrinkled his eyes and stared at him like an awl. Sheng Hua greeted his spy calmly.

There was a "clang" and a slight sound was heard. It came from the back room. Sheng Huaping turned his head slightly, immediately pretending not to hear, and said quickly and brightly, "We can have a chance to cooperate." ”

Zhang Wenfeng groaned and looked at the ceiling.

"Thank you, Mr. Sheng!"

Sheng Huaping's heart sank.

"Graciously received." Zhang Wenfeng got up and put on a posture of sending off guests. "I'm busy with things, and I'm not going to have the skills." He's not lying, he's really planning something big. Sheng Huaping saw that his posture was resolute, and knew that it was useless to say more, so he also got up, walked past Zhang Wenfeng, and said in a low and sincere voice, "Mr. Zhang, in our market, it is not easy to have allies. ”

"Mr. Sheng, there is a saying you should have heard, brothers are on the wall, and they are insulted outside."

"He's insulting you, isn't he?! He treats you like this, and you still treat him as a brother? Sheng Huaping stopped and said with a sigh, "I envy him." ”

"I'll kill him. I did it myself, so I didn't have to interfere with it. ”

Sheng Huaping stared at him and stretched out his hand. Zhang Wenfeng looked at it and slowly stretched out his hand. The two shook hands, and Sheng Huaping said, "You are a man." ”

After Sheng Huaping walked out of the door, Zhang Wenfeng closed the door. After thinking about it, he gently opened the door again, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Sheng Huaping's back. Sheng Huaping stood in the hallway, as if thinking about something, shook his head, continued to walk forward, turned and disappeared into the elevator hall.

Hearing a "ding" sound, followed by the sound of the elevator door closing, Zhang Wenfeng turned around and closed the door and walked into the back room.

"How...... So long? The girl asked, leaning on a couple of pillows and half-open eyes. The chair next to the bed was crooked, and a skirt was leaning on the floor. The "clang" sound just now, thinking that she was about to put her skirt on the back of the chair, and the movement was too big, pushing the chair out, and the skirt also fell down.

"Shouldn't you ask me how I'm so fast?"

"Huh?" The girl's voice was confused and languid.

Zhang Wenfeng walked to the side of the bed, the girl's face was still red, the quilt was covered on her legs, the clothes on her body were a little messy, the thin jacket took off one sleeve and curled up on the other arm, and the shirt was unbuttoned two or three times. Under the lamp, her eyes were half-squinted, like a confused little animal, not knowing where she was. Zhang Wenfeng leaned over and turned off the lamp.

The room was darkened, and the moonlight reflected on the bay window, diffusing into the room. After a while, after the two got used to the darkness, they vaguely saw each other. The girl subconsciously pulled over the quilt to cover more of her body.

"Didn't you say I was drunk and wanted to send me back?"

"I ...... I didn't ...... Drink too much. ”

Zhang Wenfeng sat down on the edge of the bed, the girl's eyes were foggy, and she instinctively shrank back, like a frightened deer. Zhang Wenfeng ignored her, gently lifted the quilt, and the girl suddenly laughed coquettishly, and drilled into his arms, her naked thighs against his body. Her body was uncontrollable, her head tilted and leaned against Zhang Wenfeng's arm, breathing rapidly.

Zhang Wenfeng hugged her, took off her thin coat, unbuttoned her shirt, and took it off for her.

"You...... You want...... Why? The girl muttered, and put her arm around his waist.

Zhang Wenfeng gently pulled her away, grabbed the pajamas stacked at the head of the bed, and put them on her.

"What are you going to do?!"

Zhang Wenfeng hugged her and leaned over to lay her flat on the bed. She put her arms around Zhang Wenfeng's neck, and Zhang Wenfeng could smell the wine in her breath.

"What's your name?"

She looked at Zhang Wenfeng resentfully, "Xiaobei." ”

"Becky, sleep well." Zhang Wenfeng broke free from her embrace, lifted her head, tucked the pillow under her head, and then pulled the quilt up to cover her body.

"You're coming, too."

Zhang Wenfeng kissed her lightly on the cheek and gently stroked her hair, "You sleep, I'll come later." She was dazed and turned her face sideways.

Hearing her regular and heavy exhalation, Zhang Wenfeng's hand left her hair and patted her shoulder gently. He sighed, got up slowly, walked to the wine cabinet in the living room, took a bottle of wine, opened it, and carried it back to the back room.

"Don't be stupid in the future." He said to the girl on the bed. The girl made a low, muffled voice, as if she were responding.

Zhang Wenfeng sat down on the bay window, and the moonlight shone on him. He looked out the window, and the whole city was quiet, with scattered figures in the streets, and in the distance there were scattered windows with lights on, and the moonlight shone on all the silent nights, on all the sleepless.

At this time, he remembered a person. It's not Xu Qianqian, it's not Liu Fei, it's not Li Ruoyan who died without a problem after half a year of getting along, it's not the round-faced female clerk who held his face to help him pull out the trichiasis, it's not the girls he met by chance in his life and missed it. It's not Huang Ligong or Liu Ruiyang, it's not Gu Renjie who helped him save the scene and settle the customer, it's not those people who have been intertwined with him but walked out of his life.

He was thinking of himself, himself twenty years ago.

The teenage boy, lonely and melancholy, spent the long dark night, lying on the windowsill, looking at the occasional flashing headlights on the road outside the village, imagining the people in the car, imagining how they crashed into a strange night.

Perhaps, that lonely teenager, never left him.

He poured a sip of wine into his mouth and swallowed it, a wry smile on his face. He knows a lot of people, and there are almost no people who can really be considered friends. There used to be two, and now there are none. He tried to play with life and indulge in alcohol like those financial talents. He has this capital. Whether in a bar or in a drinking party, his mysterious and incompatible temperament, with his funny but distant mockery, easily attracts the attention of young girls. The more disdain to please, the easier it is to win the favor of the girls.

There are often girls who use the strength of wine to pester him, or even hold him hostage, and follow him to the hotel. He took them with him, imagining along the way, longing that he could also use the strength of wine to make everything happen naturally. It's a pity that when he enters the hotel room, he will become sober and burnout will return. All evenings were like this one, and he sat on the windowsill in a state of no interest.

In the moonlight, he calmly closed his eyes.