sunk into the earth

Chapter 44 Namo Amitabha

On the way home, Cheng Sheng kept frowning. Zhang Chen went to see him at the red light, and looked at this man from head to toe with more inquiring eyes than before, and found that the white short sleeves he was wearing today must have been worn for many years. , the cuffs and neckline were worn out into a layer of balls, his face showed several shadows under the roof lights, his brows were always furrowed, and the dark circles under his eyes were darker than the sky outside.The second generation of Bie's official dress is low-key in order not to be eye-catching, so as not to cause trouble for his own father, but Cheng Sheng is really shabby and shabby. If he shows his outfit to strangers, no one will believe that he is someone with a name The leader's son.

When the green light turned on, Zhang Chen said to him, "It's okay if you don't want to go. Yuncheng has changed a lot long ago. Now it's not counted as a county and it's far from Beishangguang. There's nothing to see."

Cheng Sheng, who was lying on the window thinking about something, immediately sat up, avoiding Zhang Chen's eyes, and said hesitantly, "Let me think about it."

Zhang Chen nodded, didn't say anything more, and just focused on driving.

On the way, they turned into a Carrefour, and the two of them piled a cart full of vegetables and fruits for tonight's ingredients. When they passed by the seafood area, Cheng Sheng went to pack a catty of fresh hairtail and grass carp, and talked to Zhang Chen beside him that he would show his skills tonight .

Zhang Chen followed him, watching him push the cart to pick up ingredients, and suddenly felt that he had the prototype of a home.He couldn't help but moved closer to Cheng Sheng, and talked to him: "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking now."

Cheng Sheng looked at the trolley full of ingredients in front of him, and replied: "I can also cook Sichuan and Hunan dishes. Frank likes spicy food. When we lived together as a graduate student, I always cooked for him."

Hearing this, Zhang Chen suddenly said, "You live with him?"

"It's too expensive to live alone. I only have spare money to live alone after I work."

Zhang Chen asked again: "Do you live in one room?"

Cheng Sheng was obviously not used to his way of asking. He stopped pushing the cart in his hand, and looked at him inexplicably, "There are two rooms and one living room. We each share one room. How can we live in one room?"

Zhang Chen also felt that his way of asking was strange. He stretched the distance between shoulders and shoulders, and deliberately let Cheng Sheng walk in front of him with a cart of ingredients.

After coming out of the supermarket, the day after tomorrow was already completely dark, and tonight was extraordinarily fierce, Cheng Sheng's clothes rustled in the wind, his whole body was like a bone floating in the air.Zhang Chen was walking beside him with two bags full of ingredients. Looking at the fragile appearance of the person beside him, he suddenly felt a little worried that if he fainted at home and no one would notice him, he would turn his head to him in a flash of excitement. Said: "Do you want to stay at my house on weekends? I'm a little worried about your health."

"Ah?" The tense expression on Cheng Sheng's face immediately loosened, and he reconfirmed in disbelief, and kept saying, "Okay, of course it's okay, I'll go home to get things."

Cheng Sheng stayed at Zhang Shen's house for a whole weekend, but their relationship was limited to normal communication between friends, Zhang Chen would not cross the line, and Cheng Sheng seemed to have gradually realized the comfort of being ordinary friends, and never did it again. Out of the ordinary.

The two of them worked on the computer in the living room during the day, and each slept in a bedroom at night without interfering with each other.Cheng Sheng felt comfortable, but Zhang Chen was uncomfortable. He would hear a series of wide and long strange noises from the next bedroom every night, as if someone was continuously speaking in an incomprehensible language.

On Sunday night, Zhang Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore. While taking a bath, he heard the familiar strange sound again. He hastily rinsed off the foam and dried his body. Putting on his pajamas and a towel, he walked quickly to Cheng Sheng's room.

He stood still in front of Cheng Sheng's door, and listened to the movement inside for a while. It was obvious that the people inside had tried their best to control their volume, but the sound was wide and long, and its penetrating power was too strong, like the sound falling from the sky. , Zhang Chen could still hear clearly through the door.

He knocked on the door of Cheng Sheng's room, but the people inside couldn't seem to hear it, and the strange voice continued to leak out of the door. Zhang Chen waited outside the door for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he opened the door and walked in.

There was only a small bedside lamp on in the room, and Cheng Sheng was kneeling on the floor with his eyes closed. On the bed was a Buddhist scripture that Zhang Chen accidentally discovered when he sent him to work that morning.

Facing the big bed, he looked devout, muttering words, so focused that he couldn't even hear the calls of others. Zhang Chen called him several times, and Cheng Sheng regained consciousness from his own world with a dreamy expression on his face.

Zhang Shenmi went to look carefully at Cheng Sheng's panicked expression when he was discovered, turned around and went back to his bedroom to bring the air-conditioning quilt, and threw it directly on Cheng Sheng's big bed, he couldn't help but refuse, and said forcefully: "I'll sleep with you today. "

The Buddhist scriptures scattered on the bed had been cleaned up. Like a student waiting for the teacher to criticize, Cheng Sheng kept his head down and pinched his fingers, his mouth tightly closed, and he refused to explain anything.

Zhang Chen turned onto the bed first, and leaned his upper body against the head of the bed. He glanced at Cheng Sheng standing by the door with his head bowed. With a tense expression, he stretched out his hand to beckon him: "Come here, let's talk."

Cheng Sheng moved over hesitantly, and as soon as his body touched the bed, Zhang Chen pulled his arm and dragged him onto the bed.

Zhang Chen pinched his wrist hard, and was very angry because the person in front of him didn't have a trace of the past, the muscles on his cheeks were tense, and his words were rarely tempered, "Did you secretly change someone? Does this kind of person believe in religion?"

The person next to him drooped his head and remained silent for a long time, so long that Zhang Chen thought he was going to pretend to be dumb to pass the test, but Cheng Sheng suddenly gritted his teeth and made up his mind. The trembling expression also completely disappeared, and he said calmly: "Let me tell you a story, do you want to hear it?"

The wind from the air conditioner on the opposite side seemed to be holding an ice knife. Zhang Chen was a little cold, so he moved closer to Cheng Sheng, and finally felt better when he felt the slight heat from the skin of the person next to him. He looked at him sideways and said, "You Speak, I want to hear."

Cheng Sheng still maintained the posture of leaning his head on the head of the bed, and he really spoke slowly: "I have a high school classmate who is studying for a doctorate in Glasgow. Do you know that place in Scotland? It's always gloomy. Comfortable, as if someone has been staring at him in the dark, and sometimes he can hear footsteps and bells when he wakes up at night. He is a Ph.D. in molecular genetics. Ghost, more than one ghost, sometimes it is a huge black shadow, sometimes it is a woman with a high-pitched voice, and sometimes it is a dwarf whose chest is too small. From that year onwards, he became mentally abnormal, talking in a daze, and people Suspicious, even the slightest movement can make him, a man about 1.8 meters tall, tremble all over. In the end, he returned to China before finishing his doctorate. His family found a master for him from Tibet, and the master stayed at his house. After a few days of exorcising evil spirits, he said that his horoscope lightly recruits dirty things, and when he left, he was asked to recite scriptures and practice step by step. He insisted on reading for several months, and his condition is really getting better day by day."

Zhang Chen leaned against him, holding the remote control panel in his hand to increase the temperature of the air conditioner. He didn't have any surprises about Cheng Sheng, a high school student who practiced spiritually. Instead, he asked casually, "Can Asian teachings cure European and American ghosts?"

"Who knows." Cheng Sheng lay down in his pajamas, and continued, "He told me about it when we met, so I started to read it too."

This time Zhang Chen lowered his head to look at him, and asked earnestly, "You also hit a ghost? So it's completely different from before?"

Cheng Sheng lay flat and asked, "Are you afraid if there are ghosts on me?"

"What's there to be afraid of ghosts?" Zhang Chen lay down on his side, facing Cheng Sheng, "So you believe in these ghostly things?"

The distance between the two of them is neither close nor far, just enough to feel each other's breath. Cheng Sheng felt that this was a distance that allowed him to tell the truth, staring at the opposite Zhang Shen's eyes and said: "When a person is at the end of his life, he is willing to do anything. believe."

Zhang Chen said: "Then I may not have reached the end of the road, so I don't believe in anything, not even myself."

After saying this, Cheng Sheng on the opposite side began to laugh softly, but after only a few laughs, he stopped making any movement. After a while, he pulled up the air conditioner and buried himself in it. He felt that the surroundings were safe enough before he spoke again. Ask Zhang Chen: "Do you think you have missed something? You are so wrong that you want to commit suicide every time you think about it."

This cold question caused Zhang Chen to be silent for a long time. In the middle of it, he was very cold, and he also pulled up his air conditioner, and imitated Cheng Sheng's appearance and buried himself under the quilt. After a long time, he said: "Many, many , but I really don't want to commit suicide."

A small lamp at the head of the bed was warmly on, Cheng Sheng leaned towards the opposite side in the soft light, pulled the quilt of the person across the way to get in, and said softly: "Are we friends? I'm a little scared now, can you Hug me?" It was obvious that he was very happy to hug Zhang Chen as a friend, and he hugged Cheng Sheng's beautiful body under the quilt without any doubts, and even patted him on the back many times comfortingly.

Satisfied, Cheng Sheng rested his chin on Zhang Chen's shoulder, wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, and began to talk about his family: "When I was very young, I saw a beautiful sister who always sat and cried at the gate of our house. No one can drive me away. Later I found out that my dad was messing with one of my students. That girl was determined, knowing that my dad had a wife and children, but she was willing to be with him. She didn't care about money or future. She just went crazy You want to be with him. You said how terrible love is, it makes people demented and has no moral bottom line." At this point, Cheng Sheng started laughing again, laughing against Zhang Shen's chest, "My mother and I Similarly, I was spoiled by my grandparents and grew up. I didn’t know anything except reading and writing papers when I was young. When I encountered this kind of thing, I could only hug me back to the house and cry. I didn’t understand anything at that time, and I smiled and pointed The elder sister outside told my mother that she was so beautiful, and my mother was so angry that she gave me two slaps before I completely shut up."

Zhang Chen held his waist, put one hand against his lower back, and rubbed the other on the protruding ribs in front of him.

"Then what happened to them afterwards?"

"There is no future. My parents can't divorce. Seeing my father turn his face and deny anyone, the girl probably died completely. In the end, she didn't stay here. She didn't even finish her books before going back to her hometown."

Zhang Chen also rested his chin on Cheng Sheng's shoulder. He was not curious about Cheng Sheng's father. After the person in his arms finished speaking, he just commented casually: "So your father was so romantic when he was young."

But the mood of the person on the other side suddenly rose, and Zhang Chen felt that he was panting heavily, and his chest heaved violently because he couldn't breathe, and his voice was intermittent, "That was when my dad was teaching in the university. He left his official career, his face was as oily as if he had been soaked in an oil tank, and his family suddenly became very rich one day, and there was even a room dedicated to storing gifts from others.”

"But I know his salary is not that much at all."

Cheng Sheng's sense of security was almost exhausted by exposing the scandal of his own family. He hugged Zhang Chen's arm tightly and said into his ear: "I want to go back to Yuncheng to see my aunt. I miss her a little bit. I take it as my own son, but I, a coward, have never visited her, so I have no conscience."

After hearing Zhang Chen say "yes", Cheng Sheng had the courage to continue what he had just said: "Auntie told me that your family only had a few hundred yuan a month in income at that time, and this figure seemed to be permanently embedded in my mind. It stuck in my head for a day. My dad had a lot of money, and the money was stained with other people's blood. One day I couldn't stand it anymore. I went to the kitchen in the middle of the night to pick up a kitchen knife, but when I stood by my dad When I was at the bedside, I suddenly realized that it was me who spent the most dirty money on him, I grew up drinking the blood of a hundred families, and the most damned was myself."

"It's my fault, it's my fault..." Cheng Sheng rambled on, "I've been sorry to thousands of people, but I don't have the ability to atone for them one by one, so I can only rely on chanting scriptures to accumulate blessings, hoping that God will forgive me. "

The wind from the air conditioner in the room made people dizzy. Zhang Chen reached out and turned off the lamp on the bedside table. When he turned around, he tightened the air conditioner quilt covering them, and put his hands on both sides of Cheng Sheng's waist through his pajamas.Soon he felt that the layer of fabric on his body prevented them from exchanging body temperature, so he first lifted up the pajamas on Cheng Sheng's body and took them off, then took off his top, leaned forward, and pressed his chest against his chest. arms.

The upper half of the two were naked, and they hugged each other to keep warm, but after a while, Cheng Sheng began to feel dissatisfied, and leaned against Zhang Chen's chest and said, "I told you the secret, can you reward me?"

Their faces were almost touching each other. Cheng Sheng's breath hit Zhang Chen's cheek one after another when he spoke. Zhang Chen asked in his warm breath, "What reward do you want?"

Cheng Sheng leaned forward again, put his forehead against his forehead, and the tip of his nose against his nose, almost touching his lips and said, "Kiss me, the kind of kiss between friends is fine."

Having said that, he stuck out his tongue and touched Zhang Chen's dry lips a few times. It was just a ritual of probing, not even a superficial kiss.But soon the person on the opposite side came up, much more violent than his tentative action just now, and bit his lip as soon as he came up, and his tongue slipped in along the crack of his lip, making the sticky between the two of them sticky sound of water.

Cheng Sheng was a little hypoxic by his kiss, his arms and legs were stretched straight, and he thought in confusion: This kiss is too intense for a friend, right?