Why are the stars indifferent

The day Xie Rin moved in was cloudy, the sky was covered with thick clouds that looked like they would collapse at any moment, and the air was so hot and humid that water could be wrung out.

The band members said they were going out for a spring outing, and a group of people set off vigorously with dreams and enthusiasm. Xu Tong didn't follow, and stayed to help Xie Lin move, but his expression was very serious, as if he had lost 200 million.

Zhan Le and Cheng Zai also went to help, and moved all the suitcases into the room. It was the bedroom Xie Lin had when he was a child. The furniture inside had been changed, but it was a bit hard to explain.

Xie Lin put down the piano in his hand against the wall, thought about his words for a while, then turned to look at Zhan Le: "...Why do you think I like pink beds?"

"...The bed sheet." Zhan Le didn't have the nerve to say that it was not long after I found Xie Rin, I didn't understand it at all, and I bought it when I subconsciously thought that girls like pink things, "If you don't like it, you can change it."

The wardrobe is a very simple style with a white floral pattern.

The curtains are also decorated with floral flowers, which are not very shading, but they are very beautiful. They danced repeatedly before the earth and immortals, and could not find a single one.

The room is very clean, everything is fine except for the bed that is a little bit dazzlingly pink, Xie Lin is a girl after all, Zhan Le and Cheng Zai only help to move things, tidy up the big items of hygiene, and the rest are just Let her do it herself.

Zhan Le's heart swelled up because of the sudden feeling of being more personal in the house, and he was full, and when he poured water for Xu Tong to let him rest for a while, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he was in a good mood.

Sitting on the sofa, Cheng Zai turned his head and saw Pai Daxing on the other side of the TV cabinet, and immediately laughed out loud: "Hey...should I praise you for your ingenuity?"

"Huh?" Zhan Le glanced at him, and then followed his gaze. Pai Daxing, who lost his eyes and had no pants, was sewn up by him. The eyes are the buttons that were missing from his coat, and he didn't wear his pants. clothes.

"I'm so awesome." He sighed.

Cheng Zai sat on the sofa laughing endlessly.

Xie Rin tidied up casually and came out, and invited a few people to go downstairs for dinner. She treated her guests, and of course they agreed, and went downstairs to a hot pot restaurant.

Xu Tong still had a stinky face, and when everyone talked about him, he only responded a few times, and his attention was obviously not here.

After eating, Zhan Le and Cheng Zai went to the bathroom, and when they came out, they heard Xu Tong say to Xie Lin: "Then you won't see me anymore?"

Zhan Le immediately dodged back, and Xu Cheng was signaling him not to come out.

Cheng Zai followed helplessly and hid behind.

"Why do you think so?" Xie Lin asked him.

"It was originally..." Xu Tong said, "Usually in the apartment you are bored in the room, and you don't go out at all."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, "Where can I... find you in the future?"

Xie Rin turned his back to Zhan Le, and couldn't see his expression, but he could see a bit of embarrassment on Xu Tong's face.

"I'm moving," Xie Lin said, "It's not suicide."

"Ah." Xu Tong stared at her.

"It's so difficult to find me," Xie Lin continued, "It's not that I don't have a phone number."

Xu Tong choked up and was unable to speak.

"My sister is so cool," Zhan Le quietly applauded from behind, "As expected of my sister."

"Gossip." Cheng Zai pinched his waist lightly, and then rushed out before Zhan Le could react with a groan.

Xu Tong was extremely awkward, but he happened to meet Xie Lin, who was extremely straightforward and liked to speak the vernacular. I don't know how long the two of them will be awkward.

But Zhan Le's life became more enriched when Xie Lin moved back.

She has a sister, a house, and a boyfriend, and her mid-term exam... is not bad, at least she has improved, and her total score is not as good as a glance or a miss, which is very good.

In order to celebrate Zhan Le, who made great progress in the mid-term exam, he decided to eat hot pot tonight.

Cheng Zai got off work, put his glasses away, and got up to go out.

There were not many patients today, and I met a few nurses chatting there. Cheng Zai greeted them, but one of them turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Cheng, who is the boy who picks you up every afternoon?" who?"

Cheng Zai pursed his lower lip, and a feeling of irritability rose from the bottom of his heart. He held back his emotions, at least not letting him show it on his face: "My brother, what's wrong?"

"Oh, just to see him come to pick you up every day..." The nurse smiled shyly, "You two have a good relationship, don't you?"

Cheng Zai smiled and didn't speak.

Before turning around to leave, I heard a few words, "Just say you think too much!" "I didn't see them holding hands that day..." "Brother, how can you be like that..."

Cheng Zai was irritable again.

He hasn't had such emotions for a long time, and after being with Zhan Le, his emotions have gradually returned to stability. During the regular psychological review last week, the doctor also said that there is no big problem, just pay attention to adjustment.

But what he didn't expect was that the adjustment failed so quickly.

When he came out of the consultation room after putting on his glasses, he ignored the people he met along the way. When he encountered a patient, he just lowered his head and walked over, pretending not to see it.

Zhan Le was already waiting outside. When Cheng walked out of the hospital gate, he saw Zhan Le squatting on the side of the street, still carrying a schoolbag, and came just after school.He went to the parking lot and drove the car out, rolled down the window on the side of the road, and yelled at Zhanle: "Get in the car."

Zhan Le raised his head, and after seeing who was sitting in the car, a smile subconsciously appeared on his lips, and he quickly walked around the front of the car, pulled the co-pilot away and sat in: "Go shopping first."

"Supermarket or vegetable market?" Cheng Zai asked him.

"Supermarket," Zhan Le glanced at Cheng Zai, "This little vegetable market is about to be closed."

"Ah." Cheng Zai responded.

He didn't think about whether the vegetable market was closed or not, and he just asked this question casually. Instead, it seemed that he had no life, lived for decades without knowing anything, and was stupid.

Zhan Le didn't pay much attention to it. When he wrapped the earphone cable and put it in his bag, his phone rang, so he took it out to reply to the message.

It was just about time to get off work. A group of people were driving like driving to a cemetery. A car suddenly came out from behind and wanted to turn forward. Like crazy, Cheng stepped on the brakes and stopped suddenly. Zhan Le was caught Startled, hit his head on the car window: "Fuck!"

The man yelled at Cheng Zai: "Hey, I'm sorry! I'm in a hurry!"

"Hurry up to reincarnate!" Zhan Le also yelled outside.

"Okay," Cheng Zai squeezed the steering wheel, heaved a sigh of relief, and frowned tightly, "Stop talking."

Zhan Le turned her head to look at him, swallowed back the dirty words on her lips, and rubbed her forehead.

The thrilling farce obviously frightened Cheng Zai, and the speed of the car after that was a little slower than before. The two of them didn't say anything until they went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and came back.

When approaching the stairwell, Zhan Le suddenly asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"...Well," Cheng Zai didn't stop walking, frowning, he freed up a hand to rub the center of his eyebrows, "it's a little bit."

"Then I won't provoke you," Zhan Le followed behind, "in case you get angry and scold me."

Cheng stopped and looked back at him: "When did I scold you?"

"This is a metaphor, understand?" Zhan Le glanced at him.

"Do you have to use this as a metaphor?" Cheng Zai took a few deep breaths, and found that the adjustments the psychiatrist said were all bullshit. When he got emotional, he couldn't hold back, "I'm angry and can't distinguish between myself and myself?"

"Fuck," Zhan Le glared at him, "When did I say that?"

"Didn't you mean that?" Cheng Zai asked.

"...I'm not, hey, forget it," Zhan Le scratched his head irritably, "Forget it."

Cheng Zai stared at Zhan Le for a while, thinking about it all the time, and he realized that he didn't have a standard answer in his heart.

No matter what Zhan Le said just now, he wanted to criticize him.

Just at this time, the door opened, and Xie Rin poked his head out from inside, staring at the two of them: "Are you guys finished arguing? I'm so hungry."

Zhan Le pursed his lower lip, turned sideways and walked past Cheng Zai. Cheng stood there for a while before following him. As soon as he entered the room, he heard the kitchen door shut. Zhan Le had just entered.

Xie Lin took the bag in Cheng Cheng's hand, took out the yogurt to drink, and then pointed to the kitchen: "Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Cheng Zai stood in the living room without moving.

"Go in and have a look," Xie Lin continued, "I'm afraid he might poison the dinner."

Only then did Cheng Zai glance at Xie Rin, who sucked the yogurt expressionlessly, and went to lie down on the sofa.

He stood in the living room for a while, trying to suppress his emotions, and then opened the kitchen door. As a result, as soon as he grasped the handle, some sawdust fell from the door lock: "...the door is broken?"

Zhan Le was washing the vegetables, he didn't turn his head, and didn't answer him.

Standing by the door frame, Cheng Zai was so embarrassed by the silence that he couldn't enter or leave. He held the doorknob and studied for a long time, not knowing what to say.

It's not that he couldn't control his emotions before. Most of the Wuming fire was directed at Ji Changyun, and then the two of them either fought each other or broke contact directly. They reconciled after a while, it doesn't matter, he knows Ji Changyun I can always reconcile with him, Ji Changyun also knows his problems, and will not interfere with him when he is out of control.

But this method is obviously not suitable for Zhan Le, they can't fight each other, and they can't directly break the contact.

Cheng Zai twisted the hem of his clothes, and found that even at this moment, his emotions were still surging in his heart, and there was an inexplicable fire burning in his heart. He squeezed his wrist, his nails dug into the flesh, and he groaned because of the pain. irritable.

Zhan Le silently finished washing the dishes without waiting for Cheng Zai's second sentence. He threw the dishes into the basket and turned to stare at Cheng Zai: "What are you doing?"

"No reason." Cheng Zai took a deep breath, "Apologize."

"Oh, then I'm really sorry for you," Zhan Le said, "I don't know which fragile nerve of yours I touched."

"...I mean me," Cheng Zai looked at him, "I apologize."

"Did you apologize like that?" Zhan Le pointed at him, then turned around, put the washed vegetables on the cutting board, and muttered in a low voice, "You're just pretending to be foolish because I like you. .”

"...Mmm." Cheng Zai didn't know what to say, so he answered vaguely.

"Hmm," Zhan Le turned back, still holding a kitchen knife in his hand, "I won't like you someday..."

Cheng Zai's body froze, he pursed his lips and waited for his next words.

But Zhan Le paused for a long time and didn't say the next sentence. He just sighed and turned his head to chop vegetables.

Cheng Zai walked over, put his arms around his waist from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and whispered, "Go ahead."

"What?" Zhan Le shrugged, wanting him to go away.

"Don't like me anymore," Cheng Zai said, "And then."

"I don't know, I fucking like you now," Zhan Le frowned, and said something gratifying, but his hands were not vague at all. Cheng Zai reasonably suspected that he took that ball of minced meat as himself , Chopped very vigorously, "I like you very much now, so I can't think of what will happen if I don't like you, understand?"

Cheng Zai kissed his ear, "Zhan Le."

"Fuck!" Zhan Le trembled when he kissed him, and almost chopped off his fingers, "If you have something to say, can you talk about it?"

Cheng Zai reached out and took away the kitchen knife in his hand: "I have no reason to be angry today."

Zhan Le didn't speak.

"In the future, I may have... a lot of days like this, when I get angry for no reason, and just argue with you," Cheng Zai's voice was very soft, "It may always be like this."

"What do you mean?" Zhan Le was a little confused by what he said.

"What I mean is that you can't go back on your promise at the beginning," after Cheng Zai finished speaking, the emotions that erupted today finally began to recede little by little. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Zhan Le's neck and spoke In a low voice, "It's too late for you to regret it now."

"Oh." Zhan Le didn't know if he understood what he meant, and stood still after answering.

Cheng Zai desperately wanted to kiss, he lifted Zhan Le's chin, forcing him to look up, they kissed together, licking their old illnesses.

Zhan Le thought, why Cheng Zai kept asking him not to regret it, but never said he liked it.