bucket list

Chapter 21 Paper Tyrannosaurus Rex

When Jian Changche came home in the early morning, he found a small warm yellow light on the porch. He looked down and saw Zong Chi's shoes lying quietly in the porch. They were narrow pointed leather shoes that he would never wear—except for interviews. I bought a pair when I was a child, and all his other shoes are mainly comfortable and easy to walk.Jian Changche looked down at the pair of shoes for a while, then put his own foot in and tried it out—it was a little bigger, but the sole was not as hard as he remembered. Could this be the feeling of having money under it?

He walked into the room with this small lamp. The room was small, and he could see that there was no one in the living room at a glance.There was a takeaway bag next to the trash can in the corner, and there was an unopened box of food on the table, probably for him.But Jian Changche had no appetite, so he put it in the refrigerator directly.

There is only a transparent sliding door between the living room and the bedroom, which is also half open at the moment. Jian Changche looks at the bulge under the quilt on the bed and the black hair on the pillow, and feels a little helpless for a while.

The scene of "someone in the family" is too strange and special to him.It had been many, many years and no one had waited for him to come home.

Although this person fell asleep first by himself.

Although he prepared the key impulsively, Jian Changche was not sure whether the other party would use it or not.After all, the bond between the two is just a more complicated relationship on the basis of friends with benefits.When adults get together to comfort each other, get what they need, and don't discuss their future, there is only one possibility, that is, they don't want to say it bluntly, because after bluntly speaking, there is a high probability that things will go wrong, and people will probably disperse. He should understand.

It's not that he doesn't understand.

He also thought that if he took the step of handing over the apartment keys, he would probably scare Zong Chi, and the other party would shrink back, and the ambiguous entanglement between the two would end here.

That was another relief.

As everyone knows, after taking the key, this guy seemed to have no entanglements at all. He entered the room that night and fell asleep on his own.Jian Changche looked at Zong Chi who was sleeping soundly while hugging half of the quilt, and couldn't laugh or cry.Zong Chi's pajamas were an old T-shirt that Jian Changche found for him some time ago, and the other party has been occupying it since then, after washing, wearing and washing, it finally smelled like him.

It was already daylight, and blue-gray silk threads were seeping through the gaps in the living room shutters.Fortunately, the thick curtains in the bedroom are very good at shading, protecting the precious sleep well.

Jian Changche wiped his face, took off his coat and pants and sat on the edge of the bed, and gently pulled out the quilt that was held hostage from him.Zong Chi moved, muttered something, probably "You're back", turned over and fell asleep again.

Jian Changche got into bed, turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes again—his pupils adapted to the darkness, and he could clearly see even the strands of hair brushing Zong Chi's neck.

He moved forward softly, and sniffed the back of Zongchi's neck with the tip of his nose - the smell of shampoo was still very moist, and this guy probably fell asleep not long ago, Jian Changche let out a shallow snort.

Jian Changche worked an all-night shift, and it's usually hard to fall asleep when he's so tired, but what's amazing is that today he fell into darkness almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

Jian Changche didn't wake up until it was almost dinner time.

Others are awake, but their eyes are still closed—it’s like this after work and rest, the time is out of place, and there is always a feeling of not knowing what night it is.Jian Changche heard some slight noises in the living room, but he hadn't turned his mind, so he sat up with a mask on his face, legs crossed, and half of the quilt fell to the ground.Through the glass of the sliding door, he saw Zong Chi sitting on the carpet in the living room, leaning against the sofa, playing his retro game with his PS2 handle.

Zong Chi played for a while, looked back inadvertently, and said, "Are you awake?"

Jian Changche let out a muffled "hmm".

He stepped on the floor with his bare feet, moved his toes, then stood up and took a few steps, before he slumped on the sofa again.He saw that there was a bag of takeaway coffee next to Zong Chi, and the cup had already been emptied—it was rare for him to sleep until this time.

"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" Zong Chi asked while turning his head slightly while entering the turn-based battle.

"I don't know." Jian Changche looked at the TV screen dully: "Sneak attack here, magic can't touch it."

"Oh," Zong Chi said, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"No, Monday afternoon."

Zong Chi finished the battle, saved a file, knelt up and turned around, stretched out his hands and rubbed Jian Changche's head vigorously: "Why are you so sleepy?"

"I'm hungry." Jian Changche said.

Zong Chi clapped his hands vigorously: "Let's go, eat!"

The two of them put on their coats and went out to look for food, Zong Chi rarely wore ordinary clothes.Jian Changche saw that he took out the T-shirt and jacket from the luggage bag as if nothing had happened, and realized that the other party simply came back after returning home, and it was completely organized and premeditated.The urban area on Saturday was very lively. The two casually ate a bowl of beef noodles, each added an egg, and then began to stroll around the street contentedly.

When they passed by a small bar, there happened to be laughter. Jian Changche saw the blackboard at the door saying "Every Friday and Saturday, the talk show is open." Zong Chi saw that he was interested, and asked, "Go in and have a look." No?"

The bar is not big, the first floor is a bar counter and a few seats, two big furry dogs lying on the ground, like a dusty carpet, the owners of the dogs sat and chatted against the bay window.Jian Changche bought two glasses of beer, and the two followed the bartender's instructions to climb down the narrow and steep stairs to the basement, where they quietly sat in the last row.

During the open mic period, amateur talk show performers were performing, and the order of performers was written on a blackboard beside the small stage.Most of these talk show actors are out of interest, inexperienced, and most of them have a strange rhythm. The actors themselves are also nervous to varying degrees, but there are still some funny jokes during the period.The atmosphere in the arena was very relaxed, and the audience was very respectful and laughed very much.Jian Changche probably liked it quite a bit, and Zong Chi's deep and hearty laughter kept coming from his right ear.Zong Chi is actually not too fond of this form of humor, but Jian Changche is in a good mood, so he is inexplicably happy with it.

Each actor's performance time is about five to seven minutes. After three actors, Zong Chi realized that this was the first "date" between the two.

It's funny to say that they realize that now, they have experienced "dislike each other", "going to bed", "knowing each other", "same bed" and "dating", respectively, in an order that couldn't be more chaotic.

The performance was over, the lights came on, Zong Chi went to buy two more glasses of wine, and when he came back, he saw Jian Changche chatting casually with a few amateur actors.

Zong Chi handed him the glass, leaned aside and listened casually to their chat, drinking the wine one sip at a time.When Jian Changche talks about getting excited, his eyes will widen slightly, and his eyebrows are very vivid, very cute.

After finishing the second glass of wine, Zong Chi stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Jian Changche's waist calmly, and said with a smile, "We're going home."

Jian Changche glanced at him sideways in surprise, not sure if it was because of the intimacy he showed in public, or because of the phrase "go home".

But no matter what, Zong Chi kidnapped the little nurse as he wished, went home, and had sex.

Early on Monday morning, Zong Chi came to the company refreshed, greeted Aunt Cleaning, made a cup of coffee and sat in the office leisurely watching the news.It wasn't until his colleagues gradually arrived and a meeting reminder popped up on his computer that he realized that when he went out, he confidently left the materials needed for the meeting on the shoe cabinet in the entrance of Jian Changche's house.

This material was prepared by Zong Chi on Friday, and was revised at the weekend after taking it home. There was no backup in the office, so he and the assistant lady looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zong Chi had no choice but to take out his phone.

The phone rang five or six times before the other person picked it up. Zong Chi whispered, "Did it wake you up?"

"No, I'm awake." Jian Changche said.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Send the file?"

"You saw it." Zong Chi originally wanted Jian Changche to call him a flash delivery, but when he heard the other party's proposal, he instantly felt that this idea was better, so he changed his words: "Yes, is it possible?"

Jian Changche said straightforwardly, "Send me the address."

After hanging up the phone, Zong Chi put his head down and gave out the company address. When he raised his eyes, he suddenly found a circle of colleagues standing around him. Those who should receive water and print materials were all motionless, all staring at him.

"..." Zong Chi said speechlessly, "Why?"

The assistant knew Zong Chi the best, so he boldly asked, "Girlfriend?"

Zong Chi squinted his eyes and said dryly, "No, yes."

Everyone didn't believe it at all, and they all looked narrow-minded.From the short conversation just now, anyone can easily get the following information - the other party hasn't gotten up before the general manager goes out in the morning, which means that the two lived together the night before or even the whole weekend. In cohabitation, more details depend on the brains of the people.

The assistant curled her lips indifferently, with a face of "whatever you say, you'll know when you come."

Although the battery life and speed of the small eDonkey are limited, it is more flexible, ignoring the madness of the morning rush hour, and easily shuttled downstairs to the office building.Jian Changche strode into the office with a file bag under his arm.

Zong Chi didn't expect him to come so fast, and was about to go downstairs to pick him up. When he looked up, he saw that the man was already standing at the front desk of the company, looking around, and immediately strode up to meet him.

"You just came up, didn't the security downstairs stop you?" Zong Chi was surprised.

Jian Changche recalled that just now it seemed that there was indeed a security guard who was hesitant to say something, but he was too busy to pay attention.

"Pfft, is it the flower arm bonus?" Zong Chi laughed.

Jian Changche raised his eyebrows, and handed him the file bag: "Are you in a hurry? Are you still poor?"

Zong Chi looked at the time—the meeting was about to start in 5 minutes, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, let's go, thank you!"

Zong Chi walked quickly with the wind, and Jian Changche could immediately feel colleagues around him looking at him curiously.For some reason, there was a little surprise in their probing eyes, but there was no malice in them, so Jian Changche didn't leave in a hurry.He looked around, found a water dispenser and drank some water in a paper cup—he was anxious when he came out, but now he was a little thirsty.Besides, he had never worked in such a so-called white-collar office environment, so he just took the opportunity to visit.

Through the transparent glass of the conference room, Jian Changche also observed Zong Chi in full working form for the first time. Although he had listened to Zong Chi swearing countless times when the other party was working remotely in the hospital, but in a different environment The perception is still different.

Once the "Jian Changche freezone" within the field of vision, Zong Chi immediately switched to the stern and bossy persona. When talking about business, his brows are habitually frowned, and his eyes are like a torch. Everyone present seems to be under his lock.The gossiping colleagues who had been teasing before also completely put away their joking hearts at this moment, and stared at him intently with serious faces.

Jian Changche observed with interest for a while, then crumpled the paper cup and threw it into the trash can, put on his hard hat and left.