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Why did I go to the construction site for several days to solve a load-bearing wall problem? During this period, I got so heated with the designer and contractor that I almost started a fight. Every day when he came home, he felt like his whole body had lost a layer of skin, from the inside out. Finally, the problem was temporarily solved, and he could relax a little for a few days.
When he was resting at home, he turned on his computer as usual, searched for Song Juhan¡¯s latest news, and browsed Song Juhan¡¯s Tieba, Weibo, and forums. He usually doesn't have much entertainment. He mostly reads books and works out. Overall, he is a very boring person. His only down-to-earth activity, in layman's terms, is probably chasing stars. Of course, considering that he and Song Juhan had been bed partners for many years, it was not suitable to be described as star-chasing, but he felt that the relationship between the two was not that far apart. He silently followed Song Juhan's every move, using various methods and channels. , and Song Juhan didn't know or care. The biggest difference from ordinary star-chasers was that he had already slept with the star.
He hangs out in many places on the Internet where Song Juhan's fans are densely populated, but rarely speaks and never breaks any news. He just likes to watch, and likes to see some clips, photos, etc. about Song Juhan that fans regard as treasures. A certain interview, as well as those self-made small videos, drawn cartoons, short jokes, etc., because he usually can't see these. Fans have created a very good and perfect Song Juhan, which is completely different from the Song Juhan he knows, and he has no intention of exposing it, because this perfect Song Juhan is really too charming and has all kinds of good qualities. Why destroy something so good?
There are hundreds of gigabytes of various information about Song Juhan in his computer: photos, movies, MVs, advertisements, interviews, etc. He is used to saving anything about Song Juhan. He wants to save him in this way. He even secretly recorded Song Juhan sleeping next to him, but he would not tell anyone.
While watching Song Juhan¡¯s latest interview, his cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?"
"Why?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little hesitant. It was a calm and pleasant young male voice.
He Yi's heart tightened. This voice Even though he hadn't heard it for several years, he still knew who the person on the other end of the phone was at the first moment. He took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and tried to be as calm as possible. Say: "It's me."
"I am Feng Zheng."
"Well, I heard it."
"You still remember my voice, that's good."
¡°I have always had a good memory.¡±
Feng Zheng smiled: "Yes."
Why did he feel a little awkward? Although he had known for a long time that Feng Zheng had returned to China - from Song Juhan, he did not expect that Feng Zheng would contact him again. After all, they broke up on bad terms back then. But think about it, after so many years, everyone is no longer a reckless student, and the things that happened back then should have been blown away by the wind. He slowed down his voice: "You have returned to China. I heard that you are doing Feng. cast?"
"Heard? Did you hear what Song Juhan said?"
"Yeah." Why did he notice that there was something wrong with Feng Zheng's tone.
Feng Zheng smiled and said, "I didn't expect you guys to be together for so long. I underestimated you."
Why don¡¯t you want to continue this topic with Feng Zheng at all: ¡°Congratulations, I thought you would stay in the United States.¡±
"It's better to have my own territory. I'll be back sooner or later." Feng Zheng took a long breath: "Now is the time. How about it, what are you doing now?"
"I have been working in Nanchuang since I graduated, and I have been working on my own profession."
"It does match your personality." Feng Zheng said: "I'm quite curious about what you look like now. We haven't seen each other for six or seven years, right?"
"Absolutely." Why didn't he wait for Feng Zheng to speak and proactively said, "I'll treat you to a meal some other time." Although he was not a person who was well versed in human relations, if he hesitated at all in this matter, it would be pretentious.
"Okay, I was just thinking about getting together with you. How about this Saturday night? I just returned to China and I don't know where to eat. You have decided on the place."
"You think about what you want to eat in the next few days, and I will take you there when the time comes."
"ok."
After hanging up the phone, he couldn't pretend anymore. He put the phone on the table, feeling very tired. In fact, he doesn't want to see Feng Zheng at all. Without him, he just finds it troublesome. He has had social phobia since he was a child, and he had to change it after working. However, in interpersonal communication, he still tries to be simple and avoid getting involved with others. Much, he would rather eat instant noodles at home alone than go out and make noise.sp; "That restaurant is hard to find, and it's hard to get in by car. Let's go." He He made a gesture of invitation.
Feng Zhengxiao glanced at him, and they walked in side by side.
"Why, you don't look energetic. Are you too tired recently?"
¡°Those who work in engineering often work overtime and are used to it.¡±
"Your body is the capital of revolution. Don't work too hard. Didn't you yourself say that if you are homeless, you just have to spend enough money."
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ¡°The money is enough, but there is so much work, and sometimes¡ well, it¡¯s just working for people anyway, that¡¯s all.¡±
The two of them were talking and had already walked to the roast duck restaurant. He He looked at the simple storefront and said a few polite words: "You said you don't want to eat at those famous restaurants. Let me take you to find the authentic ones. As a young man, don't dislike this small temple."
Feng Zheng laughed and said, "When we were in college, we often ate skewers on the roadside. If I really wanted to show off, I wouldn't do it in front of you."
He He smiled and said, "Let's go, this restaurant is really delicious."
The two of them went into the private room and sat down. There was no menu in this restaurant. Except for the roast duck, the boss served and ate whatever he wanted. He was quite capricious.
He He brought a bottle of vosne romanee from 1999. He He didn¡¯t know much about wine, but he had a lot of wine at home sent by Song Juhan¡¯s assistant. He just picked up a bottle because he knew Feng Zheng liked it.
When Feng Zheng saw the wine, he twitched his lips and said, "Is this Song Juhan's?" His tone was not very good.
Why is it a little embarrassing: "Hmmis it expensive?"
"It's okay, but it doesn't look like you can drink it."
Why didn¡¯t he care about the harshness of Feng Zheng¡¯s words? He knew that the two of them couldn¡¯t deal with each other, and he was asking for trouble: ¡°If you don¡¯t like it, just¡±
"It's okay, let's drive." Feng Zheng said calmly.
Why did you open the wine and pour two glasses?
The two of them toasted and clinked their glasses. Feng Zheng smiled and looked at the reason: "Celebrating the reunion after a long separation."
"Celebrating reunion after a long absence."
The food came one after another, and the two of them started chatting while eating.
"Well, this roast duck is indeed delicious. I particularly don't like those fat ducks. I don't know how many hormones those ducks have taken. They are almost as big as geese." Feng Zheng praised.
¡°The ducks here are raised by the owner in his hometown. They are all raised in the countryside, so they are more expensive than those in Quanjude. I don¡¯t like the ducks that are too fat.¡±
"Do you remember that barbecue restaurant at the east gate of our school?" Feng Zheng wiped his hands and said with a smile, "I don't know if it's still there."
¡°It was demolished and gone long ago, but Malatang is still there, and the people pushing the carts need to be more flexible. I saw it last time I drove by.¡±
"Sometimes I really want to go back and try it, but now" Feng Zheng looked at the suit he was wearing and smiled to himself.
Why He also felt a little emotional: "I'm embarrassed to queue up with a group of students now."
Feng Zheng looked at him with his chin propped up: "Time flies so fast, from then to now By the way, Song Juhan told you that we have met, right?"
Why He paused, pretending to be casual and said: "Yes, I said it."
Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that you two get along well."
"It's okay." He Yi was a little resistant to Feng Zheng's insinuations. He was unwilling to talk about the matter between him and Song Juhan with anyone, especially Feng Zheng.
"But there are so many scandals about him, don't you always quarrel?"
He He put down his chopsticks and said flatly: "Those scandals are all false." He was not trying to excuse Song Juhan by saying this, because they were indeed false. He really had an affair with Song Juhan, but Song Juhan hid it tightly. The scandals that came out often involved various interests. Why did he know about it, because Song Juhan never bothered to lie to him.
Feng Zheng laughed out loud. After he finished laughing, he probably felt something was wrong and held it back, but he still looked at He He with a joking look in his eyes. He obviously didn't believe it.
Why He took a sip of wine and thought about it. This statement did not sound very credible. It seemed that Feng Zheng would not give up until he found out clearly today.
He had known that Feng Zheng and Song Juhan were similar people, with elegance and cultivation wrapped up in arrogance and domineering underneath. However, Feng Zheng's symptoms were much milder than Song Juhan's, and at least his temper was better than Song Juhan's.
Sure enough, Feng Zheng propped up his chin and looked at He Yi with a smile and sharp eyes: "Why, why are you doing this?"
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