Dip in fire

Chapter 80 No City Will Love Him

The neighborhood of Yang Jian's family has done a lot of greening. In winter, pines and cypresses line up one after another, and the big trees are lined up with bald branches, blowing prostitutes in the dark by the cold wind.

Zhong Ning and Zhang Weilan dragged Yang Jian by one arm and walked through the winding path.

The ground lights in the community were not bright enough, and the road was dark and cold, and their toes were numb from the cold. The two of them carried burdens, as if they were walking in a maze.

After finally reaching the downstairs of Yang Jian's house, Zhong Ning finally sighed, turned his face and asked Yang Jian, "You little bitch, the key."

"Hmm...the key is in my...pocket." Yang Jian shivered from the cold wind, and his mind was awakened a bit.

The door of the unit was open, Zhong Ning and Zhang Weilan pulled Yang Jian in together to avoid the wind.Yang Jian leaned against the wall and fumbled in his pocket, but he couldn't find the key.

Finally, Yang Jian was taken aback: "I forgot to bring it."

Zhong Ning: "..."

Zhang Weilan: "..."

The sensor light went off, Zhong Ning stomped his foot lightly, and it turned on again.

"I didn't bring the key or the elevator card, so I went up...not upstairs..." Yang Jian wobbled and crouched against the wall again.He took out his mobile phone with difficulty, "My father and mother are at home, I will make a call."

Zhong Ning and Zhang Weilan had no choice but to stand at the elevator entrance and wait for the punishment, guarding the drunk squatting by the wall.

After Yang Jian called his parents and mother, the sensor light went off again, and Zhong Ning stomped his foot again, but unfortunately this time he stomped lightly and did not turn on.The bleak moonlight jumped in from the railings of the gate, and cold black and white strips of light were cast on the ground.

Zhong Ning raised his foot again, but he didn't stamp it down immediately. He paused for two seconds, and took the opportunity to turn his face to look at Zhang Weilan——just happened to "see" the tear mole on the tip of Zhang Weilan's eye.

In fact, it was quite dark, Zhong Ning couldn't see the tear mole.But he knew that it was there, where he could see it.There is only a light between his eyes and the tear mole.

Zhang Weilan seemed to have sensed Zhong Ning's gaze, and was about to turn his head, but Zhong Ning quickly turned his face away, stamped his foot down, and the sensor light came on again.

At the same time, Yang Jian squatted opposite them, making a difficult sound of vomiting.

Zhong Ning: "..."

Zhang Weilan looked over, Yang Jian reckoned that he had already vomited out his stomach before he fainted into the tool room, and the commotion was so upsetting that he actually only vomited two puddles of saliva.

"I have paper in my pocket." Zhong Ning took out his pocket and handed Zhang Weilan a pack of tissues.

Zhang Weilan paused when he was about to take out a tissue, then turned to pick up the one handed by Zhong Ning, and the two fingertips touched naturally.

It was cold, their fingers were a little stiff, and there was no warmth between them, but they could still feel a touch.

Zhang Weilan pulled out a tissue and handed it to Yang Jian. Yang Jian lowered his head and took the tissue to wipe his mouth.

The air-conditioning fell silent for a while, Yang Jian was staring and struggling to resist dizziness, the other two were wondering what they were thinking, maybe they had their own thoughts.

With a "ding", the elevator opened, and Yang Jian's parents got down together.

Zhang Weilan and Zhong Ning dragged Yang Jian up, and Yang Jian's own father took over the ancestor and helped him into the elevator.

"Auntie, can you and uncle do? Do you want us to go up and help?" Zhong Ning asked.

"Okay, it's okay." Yang Jian's mother smiled, "It's very cold at night, you guys go back quickly."

"Okay then, uncle and aunt, let's go first." Zhong Ning greeted.

Zhang Weilan also nodded and smiled with the second elder, saying goodbye.

"Be careful." The elevator door closed, and the numbers jumped up.

Before the sensor light went out again, Zhong Ning said, "Let's go, let's go back too."

"Okay." Zhang Weilan said, and walked out with Zhong Ning.

Tonight is the waning moon, and the moon has broken a big hole. The vicious wind probably felt that the severely crippled moon was easy to bully, so it scraped hard with a dark heart, and it was extraordinarily rampant.

As soon as they pushed open the door of the unit, Zhong Ning and Zhang Weilan were knocked over by the strong wind.

Zhong Ning frowned, turned up the collar of the coat, and buttoned it again.

"Is it cold?" Zhang Weilan asked.

"It's okay." Zhong Ning replied in a low voice.

They were going out alone.Zhong Ning originally thought that this might be a bit difficult.But maybe it was because of the wine, maybe it was because the moon was incomplete, maybe it was because the sky was too dark and the wind was too strong, maybe it was because Zhang Weilan asked him "Is it cold" first, maybe it was because Zhang Weilan took out a cigarette from his pocket and flicked it several times The lighter was only used to light the cigarette.

Anyway, it's amazing, people are the least of things, the most irregular, and no one can predict that the string in my heart will loosen for some reason and at what moment.

The wind blows up the smoke, and the gray roll unfurls, lost in the cold, shapeless, and sadly losing its shape.

The icy smell of smoke quietly faded away.

Without even thinking about it, Zhong Ning opened his mouth uncontrollably.He frowned and asked, "Why are you still smoking?"

When the question came out, both of them froze for a moment.

The tone of Zhong Ning's words seemed to be the same as when they were young, and Zhong Ning would talk to Zhang Weilan like this.With a lot of complaints, unceremoniously, without compromise.During those years, every word of Zhong Ning was hot, and it would burn into Zhang Weilan's heart.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Weilan paused, and changed his hand to hold the cigarette, "I didn't pay attention."

He took two quick steps, bent down and extinguished the cigarette by the flower bed, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

He really didn't pay attention.He just didn't know what to say to Zhong Ning, and he insisted on something that he didn't understand, if those messy things came out of nowhere...he didn't dare to talk nonsense, He was afraid of making a mistake, so Zhong Ning pushed him away.

So he subconsciously touched a cigarette from his pocket.

Zhang Weilan learned to smoke in the autumn of the year she went to the South.He was almost gifted, picked up one, lit it and smoked it, and even sprayed it out from the nose for the first time, without ever choking on smoke.

Others say that smoking and drinking can relieve worries and thoughts, but Zhang Weilan doesn't know if it is true or not.I won't mention alcohol, he holds a lot of alcohol and it is difficult to get drunk.And smoking is the same thing, it just makes the tongue a little bitter, makes the throat a little bitter, and maybe it can suppress those things that should never be.Don't know if that counts.

Zhong Ning came up from behind, and Zhang Weilan and Zhong Ning walked out side by side again.

Zhong Ning didn't mention "smoke" again, he just couldn't help thinking in his heart: "What bad habits has he learned all these years?"

Zhong Ning, who runs a bar and a disco, has never learned to smoke.Zhang Weilan is an honest worker, but she is quite proficient at smoking.

Still, many things have changed during the years that they have been apart, and there are no rules to be found.

"I haven't asked you yet." Zhong Ning sighed, and he heard himself ask softly, "These years... how have you been?"

When old friends meet, especially when they are speechless, this sentence is the standard answer.And when a person asks a standard question, the other party should respond standardly: "Very good."

Zhong Ning waited with his ears pricked up, but Zhang Weilan just didn't follow the routine.

Zhang Weilan's dark eyes moved slightly, staring at the withered flower bed, and said, "Not good."

"..." Zhong Ning was about to open his mouth, but he became dumb.

"You..." Zhong Ning's mind was spinning, he didn't know how to answer the words.

"Why not?" He wanted to ask for a moment.

But what then?For more than eight years, it is impossible to break apart, crush, and tell Zhong Ning bit by bit.Time does not speak, especially when it passes, it is already dead in this world.Gone.

or.Zhong Ning felt himself biting his back molars - he might be resisting something.That's what they haven't mentioned to each other since their reunion, such as "breakup", such as "after the breakup", or their related, similar to this kind of harsh words.

Fortunately, Zhang Weilan didn't want to kill Tian'er at all. After a few seconds, he crossed the crooked path and took the right path. He turned around and asked Zhong Ning: "What about you? And..."

Zhang Weilan paused: "And grandma, Aunt Zhong, are they okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhong Ning was inexplicably relieved.

He smiled faintly: "Grandma... Grandma has been gone for four or five years."

Zhang Weilan paused on the spot.Zhong Ning still walked forward, but missed Zhang Weilan's pace by a beat.In the next step, Zhang Weilan stepped forward a little bit, he lowered his head, Zhong Ning didn't look at his face, and heard Zhang Weilan in his ear, saying in a very disappointed voice: "I don't even know."

"..." Zhong Ning didn't answer, and continued, "My mother is fine, she's married, she's getting old, and I'm quite relieved to have a companion."

After a brief silence, Zhang Weilan gave a soft "um" and said, "It's pretty good."

Everything in the past should be crushed to pieces.The wheel of time does not spare any fragments of the law.Things are right and people are wrong, retribution for mundane sins.

Then retribution.Zhang Weilan thought: "I'm really nothing."

All pay back.Draw all the thorns and whips on him, even if he should be struck by thunder, he should become a ghost in hell.Even so, he still...

Taking advantage of the weak light around, Zhang Weilan gently looked at Zhong Ning's face - he still wanted Zhong Ning.

Once, he wanted Zhong Ning to take him back to the world.Now, he wants Zhong Ning to drag him away from the boundless despair, from the dark loneliness, from the icy loneliness, and from the abyss-like terrifying longing.

Zhang Weilan can't care about anything else now. ——He knows he is mean, but if he has nowhere to go, he will go crazy.His spirit and life will collapse.

One cannot stay adrift forever.There is too little snow in the south, and the wind in the north is too cold.The world is so big, no city will love him, he wants Zhong Ning as his "home".

"In the coming year, our company will develop projects in the north and cooperate with companies here. I will be transferred back."

Walking to the gate and standing by the side of the road, Zhong Ning was about to raise his hand to hail a taxi before Zhang Weilan said another word.

The cold wind filled his lungs, and Zhang Weilan asked almost cautiously, "Zhong Ning, can I contact you?"

Zhong Ning lowered his taxi hand, as if his arm had fallen from his shoulder.

He looked at Zhang Weilan and smiled briefly: "Of course."

Zhong Ning's mouth hurts from the cold: "If there is anything I can help, just ask me."

Zhang Weilan stood opposite him with dark eyes.Zhong Ning was suffocating with a breath of cold air, and a damn thought popped into his heart: "He really came back."

There was no extra expression on Zhong Ning's face, and he asked unconsciously: "Are you still staying in a hotel? Do you need to find a place to stay? I can help you."

"It's not that fast yet, it's more convenient to stay in a hotel first." The blackness in Zhang Weilan's eyes seemed to dissipate suddenly, and the warm light from the street lamp pierced into his pupils, and the corner of Zhang Weilan's mouth lifted secretly.

"Ah..." Zhong Ning stared at the road, raised his hand to hail a taxi for himself, "Let's talk about it then, just call me if you have anything to do."

"Okay." Zhang Weilan's voice melted in the wind.

It's just that they didn't live in the same direction, the lights of the two taxis flashed brightly, and they went their separate ways in the "hometown" in the brightly lit night.