gentle night

Cheng Xian heaved a sigh of relief when he learned of this - he had just worked for a week, but he became tired of this new job, and felt that being a bodyguard until the end, it was actually his own freedom that was trapped.He missed the "New World" very much, especially the cute little one.He hasn't seen him for a while, will Xiaobudian miss him too?

Then a certain nostalgia and absent-mindedness came over his face involuntarily.Just when he was about to ask Yue Jianyi for leave with an excuse, a leisurely voice came from behind him, "Brother A Cheng sat outside the piano room while I was practicing, so it doesn't bother him?"

It was Yue Wenlong's voice.

Yue Wenlong always spoke in such a calm tone, so light that no one could hear his emotions.But emotion is in words, and will and command are also in words.

Cheng Xian's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he heard Yue Jianyi change his words as expected, "If Wenlong feels unsafe, then Ah Cheng can just sit outside. You can do whatever you want to pass the time, mainly Let people see that someone is there, so it is not easy to make mistakes." The second half of the sentence was said to Cheng Xian.

In fact, the piano room is located in the northeast corner of the villa, and there is a large pond outside. What could go wrong with Yue Wenlong in it?Furthermore, in this villa, unless he did it on purpose, what trouble could his Young Master Yue have in his own home?

Cheng Xian looked back at Yue Wenlong, who was smiling imperceptibly at him.It was the smile of a victor, the smile of a sovereign owner.This smile is sending a signal to Cheng Xian: Don't try to act rashly in front of me.

At that moment, Cheng Xian had the feeling that a wild animal had stepped into a trap, but at that time, it was too late to get out again.

So every time Cheng Xian sat outside the piano room, facing the full and flowing melody, hatred grew in his chest bit by bit.He is not good at the quickness of the tongue, and he is not very good at expressing what he is fighting for in words. Others only use two or three sentences to take away his freedom, and he can't even find a gap to bargain.If only fists could be used to solve problems, if only fists could be used instead of words. ——Many years later, Cheng Xian mastered this point, after he paid a series of prices.

At that time, Cheng Xianyuan was not as sophisticated as today, his heart was not hard enough, and his skin was not thick enough.Others snatched his interests with skillful words, and he could neither recover the lost ground in words, nor was he ashamed to fight back with his fists.Whenever Yue Wenlong was playing the piano inside, he leaned on the sofa outside, rubbing the cigarette case that Junjun gave him, with four-faced graffiti painted on the case.He rubbed the cigarette shell back and forth with his fingertips, facing the narrow sky outside the window, thinking about making a little bit of graffiti, endlessly.

He was staring at the graffiti on the cigarette case on one side of the wall in a daze, while on the other side of the wall, Yue Wenlong raised his head slightly, his fingers fluttering intoxicatedly on the keys.Occasionally, Cheng Xian would cast an indifferent glance into the piano room through the window, and he would always see the figure of the young man on the piano bench who seemed aloof.

However, the detached Yue Wenlong became Cheng Xian's nightmare.

This nightmare is gradual.As Yue Wenlong's personal bodyguard, Cheng Xian was required to live in Yue Wenlong's villa, and he would follow Yue Wenlong wherever he went.During that time, Cheng Xian was depressed and unhappy.He almost never looked at Yue Wenlong directly, but Yue Wenlong always had a relaxed demeanor.The more gloomy Cheng Xian's face was, the more he smiled, and even asked with great concern several times: "Brother Ah Cheng, isn't he feeling well?"

Faced with this sentence, Cheng Xian always burst out two words, "No!" At the same time, an unknown fire rose in his stomach, and he really wanted to punch that beautiful face. Smash that self-satisfied smile into pieces.

Yue Wenlong seemed to have understood his psychology a long time ago, so he smiled more sincerely because of this, "No matter what, brother A Cheng must take care of himself!"

Cheng Xian turned his head and pretended not to hear the words.

But generally speaking, there was no conflict between Cheng Xian and Yue Wenlong.Although Cheng Xian himself would not pay much attention to his young master, Yue Wenlong didn't seem to pay much attention to Cheng Xian.As the only son of Yue Jianyi at that time, Yue Wenlong behaved very gracefully most of the time, elegant and smiling.Some of Yue Jianyi's subordinates once said to Cheng Xian: "Master Yue is very kind to others, isn't he?"

Cheng Xian didn't answer, what came to his mind was the picture of Yue Wenlong sitting alone in the piano room playing the piano - a beautiful young man with his head slightly raised, intoxicated in another world far away from the world of mortals. "Be nice to others?" Cheng Xian didn't think, that kid just never got angry with anyone.It is true that Yue Wenlong always looks calm and breezy, and this kind of appearance will indeed be misunderstood as being kind to others.Day after day, he escorted Yue Wenlong to school, after school, and out; day after day, he experienced the inexplicable cruelty of the beautiful young man in front of him.This coldness reached its peak when Yue Wenlong played the piano and when Yue Wenlong showed a decent smile on his face.

"That kid thinks he's above everyone," Yang Huaifang later commented when he mentioned Yue Wenlong to Cheng Xian.

Cheng Xian was deeply convinced of this.

He put the bottle to his mouth, raised his hand, but no wine came out.Cheng Xian looked down and shook it again, only to find that the bottle was empty.

The waist is cold, the night wind is cold, and many small shops on the street are already dark.The male and female bosses of the food stalls here are sitting in the store yawning, their expressions numb and drowsy.

The faint smell of alcohol warmed Cheng Xian's body, his brain became heavy, and his tongue became dull.He dropped his chopsticks, subconsciously went into his pocket for money, and accidentally took out a bunch of keys and a piece of crumpled paper.

Cheng Xian was taken aback for a moment, looking at the key and the paper again and again.He slowly picked up two banknotes and put them on the table, then stood up.

The shop owner came over to pack up his things and gave him some change along the way.Cheng Xian took the change, grabbed the key and the paper with his hands, and put them in his pocket.

Without any plan, let alone any clear thoughts, Cheng Xian was driven into the dark night in a desperate effort by the electric car.The bottle of beer that just went down was boiling in his stomach, and Cheng Xian's hands holding the handlebar were so hot that he was sweating finely.He looked like he'd just survived a fight, and there was fear, fever, agitation, and something else in his eyes.The wheels of the electric car continued to eat up the road, and in the end, only the line written by Yue Jianyi on the paper was left in Cheng Xian's churning consciousness.That is the address where Yue Junsheng lives now.

A high-end apartment complex that has not been built for a long time. Iron fences that are as thick as arms are erected tightly around the community.Security guards in uniform stood at the gate of the community, walking up and down.He spotted Cheng Xian who was approaching, pushing a suspicious electric car.

Cheng Xian didn't look at him, he swiped the sensor key in his hand in front of the security guard, and walked past the iron gate that opened in response.Behind the iron gate is the access control of the apartment building. Cheng Xian stopped the car, swiped the second key in his hand, and finally entered the elevator.In the fairy tale, the prince wants to see the princess who is trapped in the castle by magic and has to overcome many obstacles.Similarly, if he, the beast, wants to see the rosebud, he has to go through something similar.

After getting out of the elevator, Cheng Xian walked more and more slowly, as if he didn't realize how he got here until now.Yue Jianyi told him to come here, but he didn't say he would come here today. Of course, he didn't say he couldn't come here today.So he came over almost immediately.He has wasted too much time, he has wasted too many years.Looking back now, when Yue Jianyi asked him if he would like to be Yue Wenlong's bodyguard, he should have punched that old ginger in the stomach, then turned around and went to Zhang Lili's house, hugged Junjun and ran away.He ran to the deep mountains and old forests in one breath, and asked that little girl to be his child bride-in-law.

Cheng Xian stood in front of that door and checked the number on the door with a note in his hand.He raised his hand, as if he wanted to knock on the door, but just as he raised his hand, he dropped it again.

He held the key, inserted the key into the door lock, and turned it to the left.

The door opened.

ten,

It was dark inside the door.Cheng Xian hesitated at the door for a while, then walked in and closed the door gently.His hand touched the switch on the wall, and the light flicked on.Under the bright lights, he saw Yue Junsheng's residence for the first time.

I thought the boy's room would be messy, but I didn't expect it to be quite tidy.Cheng Xian was amazed for a few seconds before realizing that this was most likely due to the part-time worker.He only glanced at decoration, furniture, etc., and he didn't study things like taste, and he didn't have much interest.

After walking back and forth a few times, he was surprised to find that there was no one at home, which meant that Yue Junsheng hadn't come back yet—or did he often not go home for the night?

Since the owner was not there, Cheng Xian stopped being polite, turned on the lights in the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom one after another, and took a closer look at every place he went.For example, the kitchen seems to be used by people who have never cooked. There are no dishcloths, no dish soap, and no decent pots and pans. Another example is that there are too many things in the bathroom. Toilet paper, mouthwash cups and toothbrushes, these are still routine, what are the big and small bottles and jars on the sink for?Cheng Xian hardly knew any of the signs on it; as for the bedroom——Yue Junsheng's bedroom was obviously messier than the rooms outside, probably the part-time worker was not responsible for tidying up the room, Cheng Xian guessed.The changed clothes were thrown on the low stool, several socks were lying in the corner, and in the middle of the bed was a napkin.