Don't fall in love in the Shura field [e-sports]

In the end, everyone was almost drunk.

The CNG base is still some distance away. Zhou Zhou looked at the time and saw that it was already late at night. It would not be good to bother the driver at this time.So the team manager waved his hand and decided to stay in the hotel tonight, sleep until he woke up naturally tomorrow and then go back to the base.

By the time Ji Xing took a shower and lay on the bed, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Feeling drunk, his wrist was still numb, Ji Xing twisted his wrist, and felt his pulse under his flesh—was it also beating like this under Zhu Lan's fingers just now?

There was a "ding" on the phone, just as a WeChat message came in.

Opening the diary, it was Zhu Lan's message.

[Good night. ]

These two simple words seemed to be a reassurance. The moment he saw it, all the mixed emotions in Ji Xing's mind disappeared, and he fell asleep under the faint light of the phone screen without knowing it.

As soon as I fell asleep, I dreamed about something from two years ago.

***

Two years ago, New Year's Eve.

Ji Xing squatted at the door of Zhu Lan's house.

He has been squatting here for almost an afternoon, and he was embarrassed to knock on the door, but there was no movement in the room, and he might not be at home.

Turn on the phone and check? Time, it's almost six o'clock.

It's not too early to get dark in winter in Yangcheng, but at this time the sky is slowly turning blue-gray.This is a high-rise building, and the scenery outside the community is unobstructed. The river is slowly swaying in the winter wind, and the ferry has stopped long ago.

The house next door didn't know what kind of food was being cooked. The smell of bacon and sausages wafted through the gaps in the doors and windows, and the corridors were filled with aromas.

The family on the opposite side is pasting couplets, and a pair of cute Fuwas are hanging in the middle, against the noise of people, the atmosphere of Chinese New Year is so strong that it is about to overflow.

"Young man," an old man from the opposite house probably saw that Ji Xing had been squatting here for too long, stretched his neck and shouted to Ji Xing, "Are you cold? Do you want to come to my house to stay warm for a while?"

"No, thank you." Ji Xing shook his head.

He glanced at the time again and smiled self-deprecatingly.

In this new year's Eve, everyone is busy.Some people ran home with big bags and small bags, just to have a bite of the New Year’s Eve dinner at home, and some people were in different places, but they also sent red envelopes to each other on the phone and WeChat, and chatted about missing them for a year.

It seems that he is the only one in the whole world.

He is everywhere.

The sky outside was completely dark, and the neon lights cast gazes from a height, reflecting a wonderful world on the river, the reunion lights flickered with the waves, and there were laughter and laughter everywhere.

Ji Xing smoked the last cigarette in his pocket and stood up.

He squatted all afternoon, and his legs were a little numb. When he stood up, he staggered and stabilized quickly.

It doesn't matter.

he thought.

Internet cafes also celebrate Chinese New Year, and the boss even gives away cigarettes, melon seeds and mineral water.

Ji Xing grinned, pressed the cigarette butts out on the window frame, gathered them together with the pile of cigarette butts accumulated in the afternoon, put them in his palm, and prepared to throw them away when he left.

He slowly walked out of the corridor to take the elevator, and stood at the elevator entrance, counting the floors boredly.

15, 16, 17...

The red characters jumped up layer by layer, counting to the 27th floor, and the elevator door opened with a "ding".

There was someone in the elevator, Ji Xing said "Excuse me", and squeezed in with his head down.

When it was squeezed halfway, it was pulled out again.

Zhu Lan was holding a shopping bag in one hand and the back of his neck in the other, looking at him in surprise: "Where are you going?"

***

Ji Xing was picked up by Zhu Lan again and brought home.

Walking back to the door of his house, Ji Xing had the illusion that he was a thief and would be escorted back to identify the scene.

Fortunately, the criminal evidence... the physical evidence has been cleaned up.

Ji Xing followed Zhu Lan with an expression of "I just happened to meet you on the elevator, since you invited me, I'll do you a favor".

Walking to the door, Zhu Lan really didn't say anything——

With his beautiful and clean fingertips, he picked up a cigarette butt that had accidentally fallen from the window frame and was lying dead on the carpet in front of his house at this moment, and raised his eyebrows to look at it for a while.

The crumbling indifference mask in Ji Xing's heart shattered on the spot, and he almost turned his head and ran away.

But when he thought about it, wouldn't it be more guilty to run away now, so he was nailed to the spot, staring back with a look of righteousness and ignorance.

Zhu Lan laughed with a "puchi".

Maybe it was because she was considerate of the inexplicable and overwhelming self-esteem of the 17-year-old child, Zhu Lan thoughtfully did not puncture it, and opened the door with the cigarette butt in her hand.

Ji Xing didn't realize what he was doing until he sat on the sofa at Zhu Lan's house again.

——What are you doing?

Zhu Lan and him just met by chance, saying that it was a "neighbor relationship" is considered a close relationship. The last time he was in the hospital, he just ignored it because of humanitarian reasons, so he took him back home. It's delicious. Drinking and entertaining for two days, this fate is over.

As a result, as soon as I got home today, I found that the little ghost who had been kind to me two days ago came back again, squatting in front of my door all afternoon, as if I was buying and selling by force—what would I think in my heart? ?

Today is the New Year's Eve, and the New Year's Eve dinner is eaten with the family.Even if Zhu Lan's family is not around, no matter what, there are still friends, and people who rush to join him can circle the river, so what kind of little onion is he?

After these thoughts turned around in his mind, Ji Xing slowly realized that he might be too reckless to do so after his reason, which had been frozen by the cold wind outside, warmed up.

He took the glass of water that Zhu Lan poured him, and walked slowly to the kitchen where Zhu Lan was looking at the pile of vegetables brought back.

Ji Xing leaned against the kitchen door frame, his eyes darted back and forth between Zhu Lan's back and the water glass he was holding. He thought about "farewell" several times in his heart, and tried to open his mouth several times, but choked back.

He is 17 years old, but he already feels that life is going against the grain, everything is turbulent, and there is nowhere to settle down.Zhu Lan and the house that inherited his furious temper were a bright light that suddenly lit up during the long journey, making him feel a trace of untimely smoke and fire, rushing to this light and warmth, and entangled him so much that he was reluctant to move .

Ji Xing stared at Zhu Lan's back and was silent for a long while. The two villains named "reason" and "emotion" in his mind were fighting fiercely. Zhu Lan suddenly turned around: "Looking there? What? ? Can’t cook, is there a vegetable washing club?”

Ji Xingding stared at him and said "oh" for a long time.

Zhu Lan is a proper young master. It looks like he has never cooked with his hands. He dumped all the things in his shopping bag on the counter. Packaged, ready to throw directly into the pot and cook.

Ji Xing picked it up quickly: "Isn't this how it is done?"

"Then what are we going to do?" Zhu Lan asked back.

Ji Xing stumbled a bit.

His house doesn't open fire very often, and when he is alone at home, he spends a lot of time with takeaways, not much better than Zhu Lan.

The two stared at a table of fresh ingredients for a while, and Ji Xing put the bag of beef back among the colorful fruits and vegetables, and asked the question that he had been curious about ever since he saw Zhu Lan at the elevator door: "You don't know how to cook, why do you buy so many vegetables?"

Zhu Lan also felt that her mind was broken.

He went back to the CNG base in the afternoon to pick up some things. The members had already gone home, and only the aunt who came to clean up and the local aboriginal Zhou Zhou were left in the base.

Look at Zhou Zhou? Zhu Lan is a lonely family. He dragged Zhu Lan to his house to celebrate the New Year, but Zhu Lan didn't go.

He just came back from abroad, one is that he hasn’t adapted to such a lively Chinese New Year atmosphere, and the other is that he doesn’t have too much obsession with the New Year’s Eve, he feels that it doesn’t matter where he spends it, instead of going to Zhou Zhou’s house to disturb his family’s reunion , it is better to hold the computer and germinate in the quality square.

In the end, Zhou Zhou also compromised, but he had to take Zhu Lan to buy vegetables, muttering "How can the New Year's Eve dinner have less fish, less meat and less croquettes", while stuffing Zhu Lan's shopping cart It was full, ignoring the fact that Zhu Lan didn't know how to cook at all.

——Who would have thought that this time it would be wrong.

Just as Zhu Lan returned home, she really picked up a kid who came to eat and drink.

The fly in the ointment is that children also can't cook.

It's not a problem to drag on like this. The New Year's Eve dinner is very likely to be delayed into the New Year's Day breakfast because of the clumsy hands and feet of the person involved. In addition to the principle that all the groceries bought can't be wasted, Zhu Lan dug out one from the corner of her home. On the tablet, I clicked on the cooking crash course, and placed it next to the pot, trying to make a final struggle.

Three hours later, the dish was ready.

Ji Xing washed a plate of strawberries and put them on the table, he was a little shocked: "...What is this?"

"Coke chicken wings." Zhu Lan maintained her last dignity without wearing an apron. A limited-edition hoodie jacket was splashed with greasy spots. At first glance, she thought it was a special custom-made model.

"……what about this?"

"Braised ribs."

"...What about this one?"

Zhu Lan squinted her eyes, looked? The expression seemed to be trying to identify, and after a while, she affirmed: "Spaghetti."

Ji Xing was shocked, and really couldn't understand how powerful the imagination is to make the spaghetti into scallion noodles (full of soy sauce and burnt), but the cannibal's mouth was soft, and he closed his mouth after being shocked for a long time.

Zhu Lan had never been exposed to cooking fume, and spent three hours in the kitchen exhausting all her patience. After introducing the dishes to Ji Xing, she went into the bathroom unbearably.

Ji Xing took advantage of the time when he was taking a bath to think up his speech, in order to deal with Zhu Lan's possible questions, "Didn't you go home to celebrate the New Year with your mother last time? Why did you come back?" Got into a fight?", "Why did you come to my house if you didn't go to so many places?", "Why are you sure I will take you in?" and other questions.

But Zhu Lan didn't ask anything.

After he came out of the wash, he changed into clean clothes, with long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his beautiful slender forearms, and opened two cans of cold beer.

"Drink?" he asked.

Ji Xing took the beer from him.

Just after the beer can was taken out of the refrigerator, when it met the indoor temperature, the thin layer of water outside quickly condensed into water droplets, which gradually crawled over the fingertips and met in parallel falling trajectories.

The clock outside struck twelve just as the beer cans came together.

The neon lights cast silhouettes in all directions, and the TV was always on as the background board. The host's blessings were mixed with laughter, and thousands of lights in the world were reflected in the swaying river, rushing towards the distant lighthouse.

The two of them clinked glasses in this quiet and lively place, and drank the cold beer in one gulp.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, the cold is really serious, I recovered a bit today orz