sunk into the earth

When Zhang Chen woke up in the morning, he found a hot person in his arms, with his head against his chest and his arms tightly around his waist.

It was sunny outside, and the curtains couldn't block it. Zhang Chen took advantage of the time when the man was still awake to look at his face carefully, and found that the man's cheeks and eye sockets were severely sunken, his eyelashes were trembling, and his brows were furrowed. Together.He looked down again, Cheng Sheng was wearing his pajamas on his upper body, and the pajama pants underneath were piled up to his ankles, his thighs were exposed, and there were large bruises and wounds crawling on his kneecaps and calves.

After a while, the person in his arms woke up, and the uneasiness in his sleep disappeared completely. As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked at him with surprise, but soon the expression on his face became bewildered. The pajama pants around his ankles were pulled up, and the arms tightly wrapped around his waist were also loosened, and the whole person retreated to the other side of the bed.

Zhang Chen couldn't bear that the originally high-spirited person became trembling, so he suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled Cheng Sheng back from the bed, and said to him, "You don't want this kind of reaction, it's embarrassing for people."

But Cheng Sheng seemed to be the more difficult one. He was grabbed by Zhang Chen's wrist and escaped, and he couldn't pretend to sleep. He nodded his chin and asked, "Do you remember last night?"

The hangover caused Zhang Chen some headaches, but he vaguely remembered that Cheng Sheng told him last night that he wanted to start from the beginning. According to Zhang Chen's understanding, starting from the beginning started with strangers, but no two strangers would hug each other for no reason. We are tired of sleeping together, so Zhang Chen should think that they have naturally transitioned from strangers to friends at this time, so he said to Cheng Sheng who fled to the other side of the bed: "Remember, we are now friends or subordinates, what do you think?" Choose whichever relationship is most comfortable."

Seeing Zhang Shenmiwang, Cheng Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, "Start-up companies are flat, and no one treats me as a boss. I'm just a technical worker. We should be friends."

The new friends got up quickly to wash up. Zhang Chen took advantage of Cheng Sheng's washing time to make two copies of his usual breakfast, but did not grind black coffee for Cheng Sheng. He unpacked a carton of milk from the refrigerator and boiled it A steaming cup is served on the coffee table.

Cheng Sheng stayed in the bathroom by himself for a long time. The sink in the bathroom was crowded with bottles and cans. Razor skin care products, perfumes and aromatherapy were all available, compared to Cheng Sheng's own shelf full of lotions except for razor facial cleansers. When several times.Cheng Sheng thought that this man was more particular than a girl, so he held up these bottles and cans to wipe his face, and finally did not forget to spray some Zhang Chen's perfume to finish.

When he came out, there were several porcelain plates and cups, bread, omelette, coffee and milk on the coffee table. Cheng Sheng had his head covered with a towel, and as he wiped it as he walked, he said casually, "Such a Western taste? I thought you liked tofu fried dough sticks. "

Zhang Chen was leaning on the sofa and reading the newspaper, when he saw him sitting down and moved to the side, he picked up the fork on the table and handed it to him: "There is no tofu nao in the wilderness, just pass it by yourself."

The two of them naturally sat next to each other for breakfast, chatting occasionally about business matters, and the two people who had their own concerns passed the morning peacefully like this.

But the sky always failed. After breakfast, Zhang Chen drove Cheng Sheng to the company. They woke up late and went out late. They drove into the North Fourth Ring Road at 08:30. On the way, Cheng Sheng kept checking his watch. He opened the door and rushed out, and the bag on the co-pilot was swept to the ground when he closed the door with a wheeze.

The zipper of the bag was opened wide, and a few old Buddhist scriptures inside were scattered under the passenger seat. Zhang Chen picked up the scattered Buddhist scriptures. These books were old and yellowed, and the inside pages were wrinkled. Sanskrit and pinyin are squeezed together, and Zhang Chen can't understand a single word.

He casually flipped through a few pages and put it back into Cheng Sheng's bag. During the process of putting it in, he found that Cheng Sheng's bag was severely worn, and there were even some threads on the inside. It probably had been with the owner for many years.I don't know why Zhang Chen suddenly remembered that during the time he met Cheng Sheng, he always wore some tattered clothes, either black, white and gray, or plaid shirts and jeans. Although they were expensive brands, they were all worn for many years without exception. previous models.

Zhang Chen sent a text message to Cheng Sheng, and then parked the car on the side of the road, leaning on the driver's seat alone and looking out the window.People coming and going to work outside rushed to their respective companies with soy milk and plastic bags of pancakes and fruits in their hands. Looking at Zhang Chen, he thought of the few Buddhist scriptures that had nothing to do with Cheng Sheng. Connect things like Buddhist scriptures with people like Cheng Sheng.

The sun outside became hotter, and the car on the road was getting hotter and hotter. Zhang Chen lay by the car window, thinking of Cheng Sheng's unfamiliar appearance, he felt a little uncomfortable somewhere in his heart. It has grown together with the body, and it has been stuck for so long and so tightly that the owner has forgotten the existence of the thorn. Zhang Chen can indeed refuse to accept this arrangement and endure the pain to pull out the thorn, but he has to endure the spurted blood and leftover hole.

He was dizzy from the sun in the short few minutes he waited for Cheng Sheng to come back to pick up the bag, and a thought suddenly popped into his head—otherwise, he wouldn't pull it out, and let it keep to torture himself.

Soon Cheng Sheng ran over from the outside, knocked on the window in a panic, and said to the people inside: "I forgot my bag, it's on the passenger seat, hand it to me!"

Zhang Chen rolled down the car window and kept staring at Cheng Sheng's face when he handed out the bag. Suddenly he realized that he really didn't know Cheng Sheng anymore. The expression on this face became invisible at a glance. A lot of inexplicable bruises and scars, no one knows under what circumstances they appeared on him.

After sending Cheng Sheng off, Zhang Chen went to the blind massage club where Haiyan was. The proprietress knew him well and let him sit in the lobby and work with his computer.

At twelve o'clock in the noon, Haiyan emerged from the second floor on time and walked downstairs with a wooden cane. When Zhang Chen saw her coming down, he immediately put away his computer and went out with her to find a restaurant for lunch with his bag on his shoulders.

They went to a small noodle restaurant. The two ordered two bowls of tomato and egg fried noodles at the front desk. After paying the bill, they got a perfect location. The table was facing the air conditioner, a summer resort in hot weather.

Waiting for the noodles to come, the two of them faced the cold wind and threw away the food, Haiyan leaned on the chair and told Zhang Chen anecdotes about the guests these days, so happy that the fried noodles in the bowl did not decrease for a long time.

"Do you know the club next to us? There are a lot of fair and clean young men in it, and a lot of married men with children go there to have fun. They come to us for a massage after playing big and flashing their waists. They smell fishy when they take off their clothes. It's terrible. Heartbroken." Haiyan fried noodles with chopsticks, turned her face and said, "But do you want to play? I heard that there are all kinds of boys in it."

Zhang Chen on the opposite side raised his head and glanced at her: "You don't feel bad if you don't joke with me, right?"

Haiyan kicked him from the bottom, put on a serious face, and said seriously: "I'm not joking with you, don't you just like men with gentle faces and skinny bodies? Don't worry, I will You ask, anyway, I'm a blind man and I can get rid of my old face."

In the middle of the conversation, she frowned in distress, "By the way, I forgot that you like poor-mouthed and pushy people the most. They have to have a higher education and a better school than you. It's best to rush to post you. That's it." It’s hard to find, there’s only one person at the moment.”

Zhang Chen put down his chopsticks, "Are you finished?"

"It's not over!" Haiyan also put down her chopsticks, and her eyelids rolled up uncontrollably, as if she was irritated by the indifferent Zhang Chen, "You look for substitutes all over the world, but you push them away when you come to me. Neuropathy!"

The other side was completely silent, but Haiyan didn't stop, she kept talking to the other side: "You tell me how high-spirited and proud that friend is, how much you envy him, how much you yearn for him, how much you hate him and how much you like him, but I was with him that day. Sitting in the back seat, I leaned on him, and found that his clothes and bags were all old, his arms and legs were thinner than a girl, and he wanted to talk to you several times without opening his mouth, and there was no trace of pride in your mouth , What a pitiful and useless man."

"Don't talk about him like that." Zhang Chen couldn't eat any more, his originally straight back relaxed, and he leaned back on the chair, and after a long time, he spoke again: "I didn't lie to you, he used to be It's what I said."

Haiyan tremblingly went to grab the teacup on the table, still not letting go of Zhang Chen, "I can't talk about him, and neither can Qiyuan. Last week, when we had supper together, Boss Qin said that we would wear crotch pants with him. When you grow up, you leave a table of acquaintances behind and go back to the car to smoke and sulk, so only you can hate him, hate him and torture him, and everyone else can't touch him, right?"

Haiyan kicked him from the bottom, hating the iron and steel, and said angrily: "Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen, you don't understand people or love."

The cold wind from the air conditioner on the opposite side hit them both. Zhang Chen was a little cold and missed the stove in his arms last night. Hot tea, with both hands covering the teacup to keep warm, but with a cold face, he asked the opposite person word by word: "You understand people and love very well, don't you? Who taught you? Why didn't anyone teach me?"

The cold air from the air conditioner at the back kept blowing on the back of Haiyan's neck. She was stunned by the three questions that came to her. It took several seconds to realize that her words had stabbed Zhang Chen, and the chopsticks in her hand suddenly fell down. , groped with both hands and stretched to the opposite side, carefully covered Zhang Chen's hand, and said softly: "Chen Chen, my sister is wrong, I don't understand, none of us understand, we don't even understand ourselves, how can we understand love. "

Friday was the day when Zhang Chen came to the new company to report. He dressed a little more modestly, got up at six, took a shower, had breakfast and sprayed perfume, then put on a black T-shirt and jeans and drove to the new company.

The company of Cheng Sheng and Frank has no more than a dozen people in total, and they only rent one floor of the office building.Zhang Chen was carrying a backpack with his entry information inside. He took the elevator from a building according to the address given by Cheng Sheng. As soon as he entered the door, he was unexpectedly sprayed with fluorescent colored paper.

A few young men in fat T-shirts were holding buckets of colored paper, and looked at this new colleague who came to the company to report with bright eyes. They waited to see the shining nails on his ears and nose and the faintly protruding nails on his collarbone. After the tattoo, they all looked at each other in dismay, and couldn't believe that their new colleague was actually dressed as an art school graduate.

One of the guys wearing glasses let out a "wow" and turned to Cheng Sheng who was behind the computer and sighed: "Old Cheng, the people you recruited are so wild, they don't seem to be of the same race as skilled migrant workers like us."

Cheng Sheng poked his head out from behind the computer, glanced at Zhang Chen, who had already restrained himself today, and replied in a smug tone: "He used to be a skilled migrant worker, and he can exchange technology with us when he has nothing to do."

Zhang Chen patted his clothes, swept the colorful colored paper on his lower body, and greeted everyone with a smile. During this time, he looked around and found that there was no barrier between the workstations. The colleagues were all in their twenties. Sheng and Frank are mixed in the colleagues' workstations, without a trace of leadership airs, and no one can see that these two people are the founders.

Cheng Sheng didn't bring Zhang Chen to familiarize himself with the company today, Frank reluctantly took over this strange job, looked at Cheng Sheng who had pushed this job to him in a daze, and mouthed to him from a long distance: Not your old friend ?How can I bring it?

Cheng Sheng pointed to his computer screen, and mouthed back to him in the same way: I'm crazy busy here.

Frank found it strange, but he had no choice. First, he took Zhang Chen around the company floor, introduced them one by one, and then turned into the conference room for a one-on-one small meeting, analyzing the previous work statement, and then Discussed the future exit for hours.

The conference room was semi-open and surrounded by transparent glass. Zhang Chen took a look out midway and found that Cheng Sheng was working at his desk, with his brows frowned and his expression serious.This expression made Zhang Chen feel that this person was very strange, as if he was observing someone he had never met before.

When it was dinner time, Zhang Chen took the initiative to walk over and pat Cheng Sheng on the shoulder, and asked him from behind, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Cheng Sheng was debugging the code when he was suddenly slapped from behind, and turned his head with a frown. When he saw that the person behind him was Zhang Chen, he was startled. His shoulders, which were originally tense, collapsed like a bridge. With dark circles under his eyes, he said, "Whatever."

After speaking, he seemed to feel that he could go further, and asked tentatively: "Go to your house to eat? I'll cook you my special dish."

It was dark outside, and the curtains were drawn tight by several colleagues before they left. Only a few overhead lights in the office were shining.Zhang Chen propped one arm on Cheng Sheng's desk, covering his entire upper body. Cheng Sheng was oppressed by him so that his body backed away from the chair. : "The recording studio is too far away, go to my other home, also in Haidian, you will have time to go home after we have dinner."

Before Cheng Sheng had time to respond, Zhang Chen asked again: "Do you want to go back to Yuncheng with us next Saturday? I had a fight with Haiyan, and she doesn't want to be with me, she wants to call you."