That night, Chang Qiu didn't go to send Song Ziqing, Jin Jin acted as a flower messenger, in fact, Chang Qiu's original intention was to send it, but in this scene, he felt that he should choose not to see this Song Ziqing. Although he quickly returned to normal that night, in fact, only he knew that the pain in his heart could not be described and expressed, and such a result turned out to be a final result. Such simple love turned out to be just a beautiful dream in the end, and even left a wordless desolation. If it weren't for the fact that he had experienced a lot over the years, he might not have been able to bear the happiest yearning of his life that had been destroyed in just one hour. He needs to be quiet, he needs to adjust himself, he needs to adjust what he doesn't know. Maybe he didn't have any expectations, but he still had some unfulfilled wishes in his heart, but such a sudden appearance and result brought him such a big blow. Perhaps this is also a normal state of mind, although it seems that things have passed, there is still hope in the heart. When he returned to his house, he felt tired, tired like he had never felt before, and collapsed on the ground as soon as he entered the door. The tears had no control at all, he cried for no reason, he didn't know why, he didn't even know if the tears were for himself or for "Jila". Who in this world can say why? He couldn't believe that he was so "vulnerable", it was just a piece of news, and this news had already had no expectations in his heart, and had been regarded as a dream. That night he found himself old, very old.

The phone kept ringing, he heard it but didn't have any consciousness to answer it, no matter who called, his mind was blank and there was nothing. The only thing he had was that he didn't know if he was still alive.

The next morning, my back against the door was shaking. Chang Qiu's consciousness was awakened, and he realized that he had collapsed on the ground against the door all night.

He stood up, his feet and legs numb a little, and he almost fell. Leaning his hand against the wall, he opened the door, and it was Song Ziqing standing outside the door, he no longer had any ability to think about why she appeared outside his door at this time, and he didn't even ask why.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Ziqing was almost frightened by the man in front of him. One night his face was horribly pale, his hair was unkempt and dry without any luster, and his eyes were numb without any brilliance. Leaning against the wall, she looked so weak that she didn't even have a single expression. This is not at all the Changqiu of yesterday, a decadent, depressed, depressed, empty, even walking dead person.

Song Ziqing asked, but did not get a single answer. Chang Qiu collapsed on the ground again, this time indeed because of the weakness of his legs and feet. Song Ziqing hurriedly squatted down and helped Chang Qiu.

Is this still the Changqiu I saw yesterday? Looking at Chang Qiu's bag next to her, she could imagine that this man had been sitting here all night, whether she had done something wrong yesterday, and why she had to tell him this! He used to live very comfortably, but because of his words yesterday, he created a person like a walking corpse in one night.

She was moved, moved by this walking corpse, a man who looked so dashing was actually such a loving man behind people. There was an urge to cry in her eyes, but in the end she held back, squatted quietly beside Chang Qiu, and looked at him quietly.

Chang Qiu was slowly waiting for his limbs to return to normal, he didn't want to say anything at this time, and when his consciousness slowly returned to normal, he remembered why Song Ziqing appeared at this time, and it was at his doorstep. The only possibility is what Jin Jin's kid told Song Ziqing.

"How did you find it?" Although he tried his best to keep his voice balanced, he realized that his voice was hoarse as soon as he spoke. If it weren't for Song Ziqing being next to her, I believe she would not have heard it.

"No one answered your phone when I went home yesterday, and I was worried that something would happen to you, so I called Jin Jin early in the morning and asked, I won't mind!"

Chang Qiu remembered that the phone had been ringing last night, and reached out to find out of his pocket and saw that there were more than a dozen missed calls, and he flipped through them one by one, all of them were one number.

"Is this your phone number?"

"Hmm"

Chang Qiu moved his body, feeling almost over, and his hands were on the ground trying to stand up again. Song Ziqing hurriedly reached out to hold Chang Qiu's arm, slowly helped Chang Qiu stand up, and slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even beckoned you to sit."

Song Ziqing did not answer Chang Qiu directly, but walked to the place where the power switch was, turned on the light, and opened the curtains on the balcony. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Thanks, much better."

Chang Qiu took out a cigarette from his pocket, and just as he was about to light it, a hand reached over and snatched it from his mouth. He looked up and saw that Song Ziqing was standing in front of him, looking at him with concerned eyes, and he looked at Song Ziqing suspiciously.

"It's better for you not to smoke at this time, do you really want your throat?"

Chang Qiu shook his head, he didn't want to answer, because he really didn't know how to answer, except for joking, Song Ziqing was the first person to take the cigarette off his mouth, but he didn't have any reason to refuse.

Song Ziqing looked at Chang Qiu blankly, looking at the man who had planned to tease at the beginning last night. And one night later, I was deeply attracted to him. Over the years, with his appearance and figure, there have been many storms and butterflies around him, but no one has ever been able to attract himself like this. And the reason for attracting yourself is not because of yourself, but the emotion of a friend who has passed away. It turns out that men also have such affectionate seeds, which makes her unable to help but let her heart move. If it weren't for this particular time, she wasn't sure what kind of behavior she would use to face this man. But at least at this time she was happy for Jila, a woman can have such a person in her life that a man has loved deeply, it is also worth it!

Chang Qiu's body slowly returned to normal, and he realized that Song Ziqing had been watching him.

"Am I good-looking?" After saying this, he returned to his state in front of people.

"Oh!" Song Ziqing's face turned red. Yes, when did I look at a man so boldly, and it was a man I didn't know very well. "Who's looking at you?"

"Oh, that means it's not me that you see in your eyes!" Chang Qiu also admired that he could recover his mentality so quickly, and his mood, which he couldn't adjust all night, recovered in this short period of time.

Song Ziqing witnessed Chang Qiu's sudden change in the blink of an eye, and she really admired the speed of his mentality adjustment.

"You're a man!"

"Like whom?"

"I mean you're a real man!"

"Am I a woman!"

"At least don't doubt your gender."

"Hehe, that's not something I can be sure of. It started all over again in my mother's belly. ”

"You're funny."

Chang Qiu said to Song Ziqing, "Thank you for coming to see me." Jila has a friend like you, and I'm sure she's happy at the spring. ”

"I'm sure Gila would be very happy to have loved someone like you."

It's really strange between people, and the mentality when I looked at the man who was completely unruly in the bar last night was completely different from today. At this time, seeing Chang Qiu's every move feels very normal, even cute.

"Take a break, you didn't seem to sleep at all last night. You still can't joke with the body. ”

"What about you? Don't have to go to work today? ”

"No, I asked for leave early this morning."

"Something to do?"

"No, it's just that I suddenly don't want to go to work. You don't have to worry about me, you can rest by yourself! ”

"Okay, it's still early. Or you take care of yourself and have drinks in the fridge. After speaking, Chang Qiu walked to the bedroom by himself, and the door was not closed. Fell on the bed, didn't even take off his clothes, pulled the quilt and fell asleep.

Listening to the sound of Chang Qiu's body falling on the bed, Song Ziqing's heart also jumped, what was the purpose of rushing over so early in the morning? Was it shown by this man last night? It's confirmed today, so what should I do next? What to do when none of this happens?

She couldn't help but think about the future, and what role this man would play in her life in the future. Is a friend's former boyfriend?

She had been sitting on the couch in the living room, thinking about something but as if she hadn't thought of anything. His footsteps were uncontrollably walking towards the bedroom, just as he had walked uncontrollably to this morning.

Chang Qiu fell asleep very quietly and slept soundly, perhaps because he had overdrawn this man's energy last night, and even Song Ziqing stood by the bed, and he didn't react at all. There was nothing to be seen on the sleeping face, only a very normal expression, but the closed eyes seemed to be shaking themselves with a kind of electric wave, making the heart panic and nervous like a girl when she was being watched. She felt that she should do something, but what should she do?

She came out of the bedroom and walked around the room, for no purpose, but for some purpose she didn't know about.

Finally she knew what she was supposed to do......

When he woke up, Chang Qiu didn't know what time it was. I don't remember if I closed the curtains when I fell asleep, but now the curtains are closed, the room is dark, there is no light, rubbing my eyes that are still a little worried, only to find that it is actually sleeping in clothes.

When I got out of bed and walked to the living room, the floor seemed to be a little harsh. When I raised my eyes, I realized that there was some change, but I didn't know where the specific change was? The room seems to be much cleaner than before, and there is still a faint smell wafting, and the fragrance is a little tempting to the appetite.

Song Ziqing was wearing an Changqiu shirt, tied the sleeves as a rope around his waist, and was busy in the kitchen, when he heard a sound behind him, he didn't look back and said, "Wait a minute, it'll be fine in a while." ”

Chang Qiu stood at the kitchen door and watched like this, without speaking, and the evening sun filtered in through the kitchen window, forming a very beautiful picture. He was remembering this picture with his own eyes, and he didn't want to let go at all, the smoke rising gently in the pot, a pretty back, and a warm scene.

It was a dinner that he hadn't tried for a long time, and usually Chang Qiu would eat something out by himself, eating was not a very important thing for him, and it was enough to keep his stomach from being empty. Song Ziqing ate very little, and kept looking at Chang Qiu's almost ungraceful way of eating, and kept smiling.

"You rarely cook your own food?"

"Yes, it's the same how a person eats."

"Then you eat more!"

"Thanks, really. It's been a long time since I've had a meal like this. ”

"With diners like you, it's not in vain that I've been doing it for so long."

"If I had such meals every day, I would have gained weight quickly, which was more effective than 'March Fat'."

Both of them laughed, naturally and happily, and performed a very warm harmony under this pale blue light.

After the meal, Chang Qiu didn't let Song Ziqing do it again, but turned on the TV, although he rarely watched TV, but tonight he felt that this was a time when he needed TV sound very much. With the help of Song Ziqing, he cleaned up the dishes on the table, went to the kitchen, and asked Song Ziqing to watch TV, but in fact, it was the same as before dinner, Song Ziqing leaned on the kitchen door and watched Chang Qiu wash in the kitchen with his head down.

Under a lamp, a man with long hair was washing so seriously, still wearing the shirt, still using the sleeves as a rope, and the night came in through the window, a little faint silver-gray, but it was a little warm by the scene.

Chang Qiu didn't ask Song Ziqing how to buy the vegetables, and Song Ziqing didn't tell Chang Qiu that he had made several phone calls to ask the supermarket to deliver them. Chang Qiu didn't ask Song Ziqing if he had been busy all day, and Song Ziqing didn't tell Chang Qiu that she basically didn't have much rest this day, just like a housewife, he cleaned up everything in the house, and even folded his underwear and put it in the closet, the only thing that was not washed was the shirt that was now around her body, and she was originally going to throw it away after using it and buy another one for Chang Qiu, but this time she suddenly changed her mind. When Chang Qiu was cleaning up and wiping his hands, Song Ziqing walked over and took off the shirt from behind him, then walked into the bathroom, put water in the basin, and soaked the shirt in the water.

Chang Qiu didn't stop Song Ziqing from doing anything, and he didn't know why he was so willing to accept or even enjoy such a moment. He watched Song Ziqing wash, wring it out, and dry it.

When all this seemed to have a paragraph, the two looked at each other, Chang Qiu felt that he should not be so calm, but at this moment he was indeed so calm, pulled Song Ziqing and sat on the sofa to watch the TV series that he had barely watched, what was played in it, he didn't look into it at all, and at this time he realized that he had not been calm all along. Everything you see in your eyes is blank, as if it is just a process of seeing in with the left eye and throwing out with the right eye.

"Thank you." Maybe he should have said it a long time ago, but now he really wanted to say it.

"And how will you thank me?" Song Ziqing felt that the air was a little depressing at this time, maybe it would be better to relax. She did so much in such a long day, and even did a lot of things that she shouldn't have done, and she didn't feel tired at all, but this scene made her feel a little tired.

"You've got it. I'll do it! Chang Qiu really didn't know how to express his gratitude. From what he had seen Song Ziqing do since he got up, he fully believed that Song Ziqing had done a lot in his home all day, and maybe it would be a long time before he could fully know what she had done.

Chang Qiu was very accustomed to figuring out the cigarette and lighting it, and at this time he suddenly wanted to smoke it, instead of putting it on the ashtray.

Song Ziqing reached out and took out a cigarette case from the coffee table in front of the sofa, skillfully lit it with a lighter, and spewed out a thick puff of smoke in Chang Qiu's puzzled eyes.

The night came, today is Saturday, according to the usual life, Chang Qiu will go to the "Stone Buddha" to sing today, but he didn't go, and he didn't even think about going. When Song Ziqing left, he didn't even say a word, just said goodbye softly. I wanted to say something, but I didn't say it, because he didn't know what to say, and all this happened to him as a dream, and when he woke up, it was not disappointment, but emptiness and loss. A result that has no expectations in itself, but has a kind of heart-wrenching sadness. Song Ziqing may have also seen that he wanted to stop talking and left, just like when she came.

Many nights, Chang Qiu actually spent alone, not lonely but lonely, so lonely that he could calm himself down and even empty his brain in almost any environment, talking, laughing, and even scolding, but he couldn't leave anything. Tonight he couldn't calm down, and opened the window to let the wind in. A little stuffy late wind blows on my body, and for the first time I don't think this wind is annoying. The lights in the distance are exceptionally bright, and the city is beautiful. Jila's news and everything Song Ziqing has done today are shaking his thinking habits over the years.

"Jin Jin, come over right away, and call a box of beer downstairs casually." He dialed Jin Jin's phone and didn't give him any reason.

He knew that in addition to Jin Jin, there would be someone coming.

An hour later, Jin Jin's unique voice sounded, and behind him was Wu Huayou, who he expected and would definitely come, and the two of them were very compatible from the perspective of sound.

"Brother Qiu, are you welcome the uninvited guest?" Maybe it's because of Wu Hua's age, or maybe it's a matter of personality, that kind of voice knows that it's a young child as soon as you hear it. However, this does not mean that Wu Huayou is necessarily a child, at least he does not seem to know anything about her now, and he has no interest in understanding her today.

After beckoning the two of them in, Chang Qiu brought a few plates from the kitchen and put the appetizers brought by Jin Jin into the plates. The three of them sat down, poured wine, and he threw his head back and drank a whole glass. Wu Huayou was stunned.

"What? Haven't you ever seen someone drink like this? ”

"Awesome." Wu Huayou playfully stretched out his tongue: "I'll have a drink with Brother Qiu." ”

Similarly, Jin Jin was stupid at this time. After a while, he looked at the full glass of wine in his hand, and when he closed his eyes, he had to pour it into his mouth, but he was choked and almost squirted.

Chang Qiu continued to pour wine into the glasses of the three people, Wu Huayou just said thank you, but Jin Jin repeatedly said less and less.

Wu Huayou smiled, smiling almost like a lady, and Jin Jin didn't know if it was because of the relationship that he was choked on just now or the relationship that he was teased about, so he blushed and stopped talking.

While drinking, he listened to Wu Huayu keep asking this and that, and Chang Qiu rarely spoke, and most of the questions were answered by Jin Jin. But occasionally Chang Qiu will interrupt Jin Jin's words, not for anything else, just because sometimes Jin Jin talks a little too much, but in Wu Huayou's eyes, Chang Qiu is no longer just a simple person, maybe even in her heart Chang Qiu has risen to a height of worship, which can be seen from her eyes, and drinking with Chang Qiu one by one also made Jin Jin almost dumbfounded. Soon, Jin Jin's face could no longer be as red as a pig's liver under the lamp. In fact, Chang Qiu didn't want him to get drunk, but perhaps because of Wu Huayu's relationship, he slowly leaned back in the chair and quieted down.

Chang Qiu shook his head, picked up Jin Jin and put it on the sofa in the living room. He took a quilt from the inner room and covered it with him. Stretched out his hand and slapped his red face: "Can you drink wine too?" This was half a joke and half a joke, but Jin Jin couldn't hear it.

Back at the table, Chang Qiu picked up another glass of wine and poured it down his throat. But when he put down the cup, he reached out and grabbed Wu Huayou's hand that raised the cup: "Don't drink like this, it doesn't feel good to be drunk." However, what I didn't expect was Wu Huayou smiled and said, "Brother Qiu, I can see that you have a good amount of alcohol, but I am confident that I will not get drunk until you fall." ”

Now it's Chang Qiu's turn to be stupid. As soon as he swooped, Wu Huayou had already poured the wine in his hand into his mouth. The effect of alcohol is very obvious on Wu Huayou's face, a face with a red color glow, a little drunk when the peach is ripe. He shook his head to himself, shouldn't he ask about today's situation? And Wu Huayou's wine quality seems to have been raised to a height, and the rest of the time is not Chang Qiu serving glasses, but Wu Huayou is constantly raising glasses and clinking glasses with Chang Qiu. It doesn't seem to care if Chang Qiu drank it at all, but he just cares if Chang Qiu clinked glasses with her when he raised his glass.

The wine on the table decreased in a glass of glasses, and Chang Qiu felt that his brain was a little dizzy, not drunk, maybe a heaviness, a heaviness that had not been in his heart for a long time. When Wu Huayou suddenly said a word, Chang Qiu realized that today's wine could only be drunk to this extent, and he couldn't continue to drink it.

"Brother Qiu, I like you!"

Chang Qiu's holding was completely understandable at the same time, he didn't even have to think about it to be confident to this point, this sentence was definitely what Wu Huayou had always wanted to say. But he knew that this was just a thing brought to people by the times, and there was no material that could be precipitated. It's just a kind of confused modern consciousness after the void of space.

If he called Jin Jin over tonight, it wasn't because he wanted to know more about Song Ziqing; If it weren't for the fact that Jin Jin was really a pitifully stupid man; If it weren't for Wu Huayou's frankness that really surprised him, Hua You shouldn't have slept alone in his bed at this time, but lay in his arms and do what he wanted to do with him. But now Wu Huayou is indeed sleeping alone in his bed, Jin Jin is sleeping on the sofa in his living room, and Chang Qiu is sitting alone in the study. When he helped Wu Huayou to the bed to lie down, when he helped Wu Huayou take off his coat, Wu Huayou's hand had already wrapped around his neck, maybe in the little consciousness she still had, she would sleep in this bed with this man tonight, and bear everything from this man. But Chang Qiu almost didn't use any strength, and her hand had already slid down from Chang Qiu's neck and was quiet.

In the past few years, the lifestyle has undergone subtle changes in Chang Qiu's heart because of Song Ziqing's appearance, and the direct phenomenon brought about by this change is that Chang Qiu found that his heart was actually looking forward to something in addition to a few pulls. And Gila may be just a phantom or totem of expectation for him. Everyone can be Jira, and Jila can be everyone, but there hasn't been a "Jira" again all these years, and he thinks that all he is waiting for is Jira.

Light a cigarette, smoke comes out of your mouth, another puff, and then it comes out of your nostrils, that's what real smoking is. It turns out that cigarettes can be a kind of sustenance like alcohol!

Night, unusually quiet. Every night comes, every living creature in every corner of the world is playing a play, and everyone is a character in the play. He didn't know what kind of role he was playing tonight, maybe it was just a simple ugly meanness, maybe there was some goodness in this ugliness. Wu Huayou's somewhat uncomfortable voice next door came through the unclosed door. Interrupting the thoughts in Chang Qiu's mind, he got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water before going to the bedside, helping Wu Huayou up, and whispering, "Come, drink some water." ”

After raising his head and taking a sip of water, Wu Huayou fell down and fell asleep again. Over the years, such a reckless girl in front of Chang Qiu has appeared more than once, and only today's Wu Huayou can enjoy Chang Qiu's care, after all, he has a little guilt in his heart. Because Wu Huayou's drunkenness today was really because of his relationship, he wanted to make her drunk, but he didn't expect to make her really drunk, but she was drunk, drunk without any defense. A simple girl should be cherished, but definitely not him, I hope that Jin Jin kid can know and have a cherished opportunity to appear!

Tonight, there were two more people in the room, but they were almost the same as last night. Chang Qiu was still sitting alone, just from the door of the living room to the study; It's still the same quiet, but there is already a theme to think about in today's mental space.