Why are the stars indifferent

Cheng Zai stayed at Zhan Le's house until very late.

He took it out after the phone vibrated again and again, and looked at it, and there was a message from Ji Changyun on it.

-What's the matter, the pancake seller and the pineapple bun seller eloped, did you arrest them?

-where?Not coming back tonight?

-take back.

Cheng Zai wrote him back.

It's getting late, it's time to go back, Cheng Zai put down the phone: "Anyway, I told you, write down the questions you don't know, and bring them to my house when I'm on vacation, and I'll tell you."

"Okay," Zhan Le twirled the pen around his fingertips, "Are you going back?"

"Well, Ji Changyun is asking," Cheng Zai put the pen away, and helped collect the paper, "If he doesn't go back, he will have to call the police."

"He has been at your house all these days?" Zhan Le took the book back to the room and put it on the desk, and asked when he came out.

"Yeah." Cheng Zai smiled, "Maybe he's afraid that I'll commit suicide."

Zhan Le's movements suddenly stopped, he raised his eyes to look at Cheng Zai, frowned, and asked a few seconds later with some hesitation: "Will you?"

"No," Cheng Zai still smiled, and zipped up his jacket, "I never thought of that."

The wind at night is getting cooler, the moon is still hanging in the sky, the surrounding stars are no longer as dense as in midsummer, cicadas and unnamed bugs are still squatting in the grass and tree trunks, disturbing the rhythm of breathing, Zhan Le Send Cheng Zai to the side of the road: "Send me a message when you arrive."

"Well," Cheng Zai said, "good night."

When Cheng went back, Ji Changyun was lying on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. He put the honey cake bought in the supermarket downstairs on the table, leaned over and patted Ji Changyun on the back: "Get up, Go to bed and sleep."

"Huh?" Ji Changyun glanced at him with half-opened eyes, "You're finally back, where did you go?"

"... Zhan Lejia." Cheng Zai took off his coat and put it on the sofa.

"Oh." Ji Changyun responded, slowly got up from the sofa, glanced at the small cake on the coffee table, reached out to poke it, and smiled disdainfully, "I've been waiting for you for so long, you just take this Playing tricks on me."

"I can't help it." Cheng Zai stretched his waist and fell down on the sofa beside him, "Didn't you say that the pancake seller eloped with the pineapple bun seller?"

"I really..." Ji Changyun took out one, the cake was too sweet, he clicked his tongue and put the cake down, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Well," Cheng Zai took out his phone and sent Zhan Le a message, "You can leave tomorrow."

"I've finished my annual supervisory work, won't you treat me to a meal or something?" Ji Changyun smiled and fell back on the sofa, turned over, lying on her side with her hands under her head, no Knowing what he was thinking, he let his eyes go blank for a while.

Cheng Zai ignored him, he really had to go to work tomorrow, and he had to adjust his state after taking such a few days off, otherwise he didn't know how uncomfortable it would be. He planned to take a bath and go straight to sleep. Ji Changyun left or stayed. It's not a big problem... maybe there is still a possibility, he still doesn't want to be alone at home tonight.

Ji Changyun didn't intend to leave, she stared blankly for a while as if she had been robbed, and then suddenly raised her eyelids, looking at Cheng Zai: "Where did you go tonight?"

"Have you lost your memory?" Cheng Zai clicked his tongue.

"Going to Zhan Le's house?" Ji Changyun sat up slowly, not completely waking up from the state of seizing the house, "Going to Zhan Le's house..."

Cheng Zai didn't look at him again, he picked up his coat and hung it aside.

"Cheng Zai," Ji Changyun raised his head, frowning tightly, "Are you..."

"No," Cheng Zai interrupted him, "don't think so much."

Ji Changyun looked at Cheng Zai, stunned for two seconds, and then clicked his tongue: "We have known each other for so many years, but you are not here... At this time, I went to find someone else."

"Are you jealous?" Cheng Zai laughed.

"Don't talk." Ji Changyun pointed at him.

Cheng Zai smiled and didn't speak.

Ji Changyun clicked his tongue again, stopped asking questions, lay down in the living room for a while, got up and went to the guest room to sleep.

National Day is a hurdle, every year is like a tribulation, if you can get through it, you will pass it, clean up, your mood will gradually improve, you will no longer need company, and you will not dream of things from time to time that you don’t even want to recall.

Cheng Zai didn't know what would happen if he couldn't make it through. After he realized that he had such a hurdle, he was always accompanied by Ji Changyun. Although it was difficult to get through, he never failed.

The days returned to the previous state again. Ji Changyun came to have a meal from time to time, complaining that his little boyfriend only knew how to study but would not stay overnight. At night, Cheng read and slept alone wearing earplugs. The only difference was probably the rest day Zhan Le would come to him with books in his arms.

"Understood?" Cheng took a sip of water from one of the cups after he finished speaking a question, "If you understand, let's cook."

"Don't worry, I'll think about it for a while." Zhan Le frowned and took a pen to write and draw on the paper.

After Zhan Le promised to study hard, he studied very seriously. He is smart, and he usually asked Lin Xiangxiao a lot of questions at school, and he made some progress in just one week.

"When is your midterm exam?" Cheng Zai asked.

"Soon," Zhan Le still frowned, looking at his posture, he wouldn't relax if he didn't figure out this question today, "The test will take two weeks after the sports meeting."

"Do you still have a sports meeting?" Cheng Zai took another sip of water, his mouth was dry just now when he gave Zhan Le a lecture.

"Yeah, I reported one thousand and five." Zhan Le seemed to be about to solve the problem, and his eyebrows relaxed a little, "I still have something to borrow."

"What is borrowing something to run?" Cheng Zai leaned over to take a look, and pointed to Zhan Le's previous step, "Wrong."

"Ah." Zhan Le crossed out that step with a swipe of his pen, and then recalculated below, "I don't know how to explain it to you. Come and see for yourself. Our school is quite open and parents are allowed to come."

"Parents?" Cheng Zai smiled.

"Don't talk, I'll write it right away," Zhan Le obviously didn't notice what he said just now, and stared at his draft paper with full attention, "Go and cook after writing."

"I'm like a child laborer." Cheng Zai smiled, got up and poured a glass of water.

When he came back, Zhan Le had already put down the pen, leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, and when Cheng approached, he opened his eyes, picked up the draft paper and handed it in front of him: "Look."

Cheng Zai put down the water glass, took the draft paper and looked at it carefully: "Well, that's right."

Zhan Le let out a long sigh of relief: "My mother, I finally did the right thing."

"My son finally did the right thing." Cheng Zai sat back in the same position as before, and put the draft paper back on the table. "I'm starving to death."

"Huh?" Zhan Le was stunned, staring at Cheng Zai for a while before remembering what he said just now, and said with a twist of his mouth, "Damn, I mean you can come and see, it's not you but my parents. "

"I don't know if I'm free," Cheng Zai smiled with his face propped up, "What date is your sports meeting?"

"The day after tomorrow," Zhan Le put away his books and pens, "my project is on the last day, Wednesday."

"I have to check the schedule," Cheng Zai paused after speaking, "You applied for the two programs on the same day?"

"Yeah, morning and afternoon," Zhan Le shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's okay, just borrow something and run 200 meters."

"The physical strength is pretty good. I run [-] a day." Cheng Zai said.

"Yeah." Zhan Le finally finished packing his books, hung the schoolbag behind the chair, touched his belly, "I'm a little hungry too, I'll go cook."

"Go out and eat," Cheng Zai gave him a tug, "We..."

Before he could finish speaking, the doorbell over there suddenly rang.

Cheng paused for a moment, got up and went to open the door. It was no surprise when he saw Ji Changyun standing outside the door.

He sometimes wondered if Ji Changyun had monitored him, and whenever he talked about eating, he would appear at the door at the speed of light.

"Hey, let's go eat," Ji Changyun said as he walked in, "Lin Xiangxiao recommended me a very delicious restaurant..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a pair of sneakers at the door.

Ji Changyun raised her head to look at Cheng Zai, raised her eyebrows at the inside, and whispered, "Zhan Le?"

"... Mmm." Cheng Zai looked at him.

Ji Changyun looked at Cheng again and after two seconds, a... don't know how to describe it, let's call it a wretched smile.

"Then I'm leaving," Ji Changyun said, "I thought about it, let's try to make an appointment with my student who concentrates on studying."

"I'm sick." Cheng Zai smiled and pushed him.

"Goodbye," Ji Changyun also smiled, and exited the door, "Come on."

"What a fart." Cheng Zai said Ji Changyun and left without hesitation.

He closed the door, and when he walked back, Zhan Le had already packed everything, and was lying on the table playing with his mobile phone, he raised his eyes when he heard footsteps, and was stunned when he saw Cheng Zai coming in alone: ​​"Who? "

"Ji Changyun," Cheng Zai thought for a while, "he came here specifically to tell me that he couldn't get Xueshen to go out for dinner."

"Awesome." Zhan Le smiled.