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"Do you have a second-hand sofa?"

"What?" Jian Changche looked up from the book in astonishment.

"Didn't you always complain that this sofa is collapsed, and it's expensive to buy a new one? There is a person in my circle of friends who doesn't want a sofa and wants to sell it." Zong Chi asked.He just took a shower, his hair was wet, he was resting on the cushion, his long legs crossed the whole sofa and rested on Jian Changche's lap, and his toes moved around.

Jian Changche was stunned for a moment: "Oh, okay, just ask how much it is."

Zong Chi immediately opened a private message with great interest—the two people in the dialog box didn't say anything other than the initial few greetings.He sent an inquiry message, and the other party immediately replied with a voice with [-] points of uncertainty: "Master Zong, do you... want this for yourself?"

Zong Chi turned the phone screen to the side, and secretly typed: Yes, my wife wants it.

The other party immediately replied by typing: If my sister-in-law likes it, I can just send it to you.

Zong Chi: No, no, how much should it be.

After the other party showed that he was typing for a while, he typed a string of ellipsis: Then... 100 yuan?

Zong Chi didn't do what he thought, and said bluntly: "Okay."

Zong Chi raised his head: "He said 100 yuan."

Jian Changche was taken aback again, and said, "Let me see what it looks like."

He looked at the picture of the sofa and became even more puzzled: "Why is it so cheap?"

"I don't know. Second-hand ones are like this. He doesn't want them anyway." Zong Chi said, "I need to pick them up at home, should I move them here for you?"

Jian Changche still looked puzzled—a lot of big pieces of furniture in his apartment were also bought second-hand, but the high quality is unlikely to be so cheap, and Zongchi’s friends might just throw away such things after use Let's be virtuous.

But Zong Chi had already clicked to send "ok", he said: "Tomorrow Saturday, you have shifts, I'll get them?"

Jian Changche: "...OK."

The next day, Zong Chi arrived downstairs at the other party's house 10 minutes early—it was his first time buying second-hand goods, and he was very excited.After the other party opened the door, he was really surprised to see someone coming, and after introducing himself for a long time, Zong Chi finally recognized that the other party was the small boss of a start-up company who had talked about cooperation before but failed to make a deal.The little boss's daughter-in-law brought out all kinds of tea and cakes, and he himself went around asking several times about Zongchi's company's recent investment trends, trying to get close to Zongchi, but Zongchi's heart was on the sofa, and Ying was absent-minded. .

Not long after, the big brothers of the moving company arrived at the scene quickly.

Before leaving, Zong Chi finally realized his conscience, and said casually, "Come to the company for a sit down when you are free. I haven't done business with you for a long time. I can communicate more with you."

"Okay, okay." The little boss said hurriedly, showing a relieved expression.

After moving the sofa to the bottom of the apartment building, Zong Chi found a circle of stains on the sofa cushion under natural light. He raised his hand and gave the moving company 500 yuan for garbage removal and freight. .Since it was already an old model a few years ago, it only cost about 1 after the discount, Zong Chi was very satisfied.He felt that he must have been with Jian Changche for a long time, so he was contaminated with the good qualities of diligence and housekeeping.

But this is absolutely not to tell Jian Changche.

Before he came back from get off work, Zong Chi stepped up and started the sofa replacement work. Once the old sofa was moved away, he suddenly saw a strange plastic bag under the sofa.

"What is this?" Zong Chi picked up the pocket and opened it to take a look. He was startled. A large pile of crumpled white fabric was stained with brown... probably blood?

"It can't be a relic, can it?" Zong Chi denied this idea in a flash - Jian Changche would not throw the relic under the sofa so hastily.

He put the plastic bag aside, arranged the sofa and cushions, and destroyed all the purchase certificates, warranty cards, and packing boxes. After returning, he poured himself a cup of coffee, and suddenly felt that the material looked familiar.Zong Chi hurriedly took out the white cloth from the plastic bag and unfolded it again, and then checked the collar label to make sure—although the bottom half was missing, it was obviously his shirt.

Zong Chi stood in the living room with his mouth half open for a long time, and finally confirmed the origin of this thing - it was half a bloody coat that he had taken off.It was the first official meeting between the two, and the initial stage of the exchange was very unpleasant, and then a traffic accident occurred.It's just that he never expected that this thing was brought back by Jian Changche with ulterior motives, and its purpose was clearly revealed.

He clutched the half of the shirt in his hands until his palms became hot, still a little in disbelief.

The sound insulation of the old-fashioned house is really not very good. When he came back to his senses, he heard the familiar sound of footsteps going up the stairs - brisk and energetic, three steps in parallel.Zong Chi hurriedly stuffed the shirt into the plastic bag, then kicked it back under the sofa.

Jian Changche opened the door and looked, his eyes lit up immediately.Compared with the original off-white fabric sofa with scratched edges and collapsed cushions, the quality in front of you is simply not much improved.He touched the sofa, which was too new. It didn't even show signs of use, and the leather was very good. It was unbelievable that it only sold for 100 yuan.

He became more and more skeptical: "Is it really 100 yuan? You don't want to waste money on buying something that you don't have."

Zong Chi hastily handed him the transfer records, and Jian Changche nodded suspiciously.In order to move in and out of the sofa, many things from the living room to the entrance were pushed away by the courier. Jian Changche immediately rolled up his sleeves and started to help tidy up together.The two of them worked together to put the dining table, chairs and clothes back to their original positions. A thin layer of sweat broke out on Jian Chang's head—in the cold weather, he was always like a small stove. Run back outside.I saw Jian Changche frowning slightly, but he had no choice but to occupy it with one hand, so he simply bit the zipper pull of the collar of the sports sweater with his teeth, and then pulled the zipper to the end with one hand, and opened the front, revealing the white vest, and chest Strong lines.

Zong Chi's throat tightened, and he took a quick look to see if the door was locked.

He couldn't help thinking about what Jian Changche did with the bloody white shirt under the sofa when he lived here alone before, and he thought about what it was like when Jian Changche was in love, not just when he was making love with him , and when he comforted him alone.This fantasy made him seem to have broken into a private space, observing the other party from a voyeuristic perspective.The more I think about it, the more excited I become, the more I think about it, the more itchy I feel.

Zong Chi jumped back, lay down on the sofa, opened his hands and feet and shouted, "Come and try out the new sofa!"

What kind of "experiment" method is self-evident.

However, Jian Changche caught another key word: "A new sofa?" He wrinkled his nose, "It smells like leather, like a new car."

Zong Chi was stunned in his heart, but he responded quickly: "That's right, he just bought that person and then he didn't want it. He said it didn't match the decoration style of his new home. Rich people are so capricious."

He pronounced the word "rich man" very loudly, even with a kind of proletarian anger.

Jian Changche sat up without a word - not only the cushion and backrest are well supported, the sponge down is filled with fullness, and there is a leg support on one side that can be raised by a button, but the living room space seems too crowded if it is supported.

Seeing the long-awaited and satisfied expression of Jian Changche, Zong Chi was finally happy.But in the blink of an eye, his emotions plummeted again visibly to the naked eye. "Hey." Zong Chitan sighed, and then said "Hey!" more exaggeratedly.

"What's the matter, miss." Jian Changche looked helplessly at this giant coquettish monster.

"I'm going home tomorrow."

"Oh, then go back." Jian Changche said indifferently.

"It's not that family, it's...the family's home."

Jian Chang paused for a while before realizing it—Zong Chi mentioned it before, because after her grandma passed away, the old house she used to live in would be emptied and used for other people. It happened that Zong Chi's family had a tradition of getting together once a year, but never Not during the Spring Festival, but a slightly earlier date, it must be the nearest.

"Oh." Jian Changche said.

"Oh!" Zong Chi was angry, "Don't you have anything else to say! I have to go for at least three or four days!"

Jian Changche blinked, and murmured: "It's been so long..." He thought for a long time, his eyebrows moved back and forth unconsciously, and finally he only let out a soft "oh".

He originally had a few days off work.

It doesn't matter, it just happens that I can change the shift to get back the time, Jian Changche is thinking, the holidays can be saved for later use, or it doesn't matter if they don't.Unlike other colleagues, he needs to take care of his family and children, and he can work overtime or take vacations anytime.

Seeing him like this, Zong Chi lost his temper. In fact, he had planned the time for Jian Chang's rest, and was about to take this opportunity to take someone and himself to the suburbs for a walk, but the other party didn't express any opinions at all. , causing him a lot of plans to be impossible to talk about.

So he remembered the wishful thinking and enthusiasm before, but the other party didn't regard him as a boyfriend at all, and suddenly became angry.

It's just that as he gets along with Jian Changche more and more, he actually gradually understands how emotionally slow Jian Changche is—no matter how free and decisive his appearance and demeanor are, this big boy's inner sense of security and trust building process can be compared to Turtle speed.Jian Changche has never shown the slightest confidence in the future of establishing intimate relationships between people.On the other hand, although my parents' marriage is a mess, there are still examples of success from my grandparents for reference. He is not a positive optimist, but Jian Changche must be a negative pessimist.

Jian Changche looked at his changing expression with horror, and asked hesitantly, "What exactly are you going to say?"

Zong Chi jumped up from the sofa, rubbed his head with both hands, and announced, "You! Pack your bags! Come home with me tomorrow!"