Cannon fodder meets cannon fodder

023 The eighth year of being single

When Yu Chengze woke up, he was on his own bed, with Guigui's dog's head resting on the edge of the bed, staring at him.

He rubbed his head and yawned, thinking how did he get home?

The memory of last night stopped until he and Ming Qifan had dinner and drinks at Xiangjianhuan's clubhouse, and then there was nothing.

Yu Chengze found out that he had been drunk.

He simply didn't think so much, Yu Chengze rubbed Guigui's head, got up to wash up, added water and food to Guigui's dog bowl after washing up, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast by himself. He hasn't announced anything recently, and the new album will be planned later Half a year, a lot of time in between, eight songs, these months are enough.

In the kitchen, Yu Chengze had just fried eggs and bacon, and was spreading salad dressing and ketchup on the toast slices. Someone drove them in.

In addition to Yu Chengze himself, Qi Chao and Xiaoying also have the key to Yu Chengze's house. Yu Chengze continued to put the fried eggs and bacon on the toast. Qi Chao poked his head into the kitchen and looked at him calmly. The complex expression on his face is indescribable.

"Aze, you got up very early." Qi Chao held back these words for a long time.

"Morning, Brother Chao." Yu Chengze made a sandwich and looked back at Qi Chao, "Have you had breakfast, do you want one?"

"I've eaten." Qi Chao continued with a complicated expression, "Aze, don't you remember what happened last night?"

Yu Chengze's hands paused, he didn't remember, it meant infinite possibilities in itself, he slowly turned around and looked at Qi Chao: "What happened...is it related to Ming Qifan?"

Qi Chao nodded, and then narrated what he saw last night.

"He's in the hospital now?" Yu Chengze wiped his face, because he didn't have the memory of last night, he couldn't say he was guilty, but he was also quite embarrassed.

Qi Chao nodded: "Let's go, let's go to the hospital together to see your 'savior'."

Qi Chao came here so early in the morning because he was going to take Yu Chengze to the hospital to see Ming Qifan.

When Yu Chengze went out, Guigui reluctantly rubbed against him, Yu Chengze sighed: "Be good at home, Papa will go out for a while, and will be back before noon."

Qi Chao looked at Guigui, then at Yu Chengze, with a slightly disgusted expression on his face: "You really raised Guigui like your son."

When Yu Chengze heard this, he turned back angrily: "What does it mean to be raised as a son, this is my son."

"Okay." Qi Chao pouted, "Your old dog son."

Yu Chengze didn't bother to pay attention to Qi Chao, he didn't keep pets, so he didn't know how much affection he gave in watching Guigui grow up from a puppy to a big dog in the past few years, isn't it the same as raising a child?

Day and night, year after year, he spent with his dog son.

On the way to the hospital, Yu Chengze lowered his head and swiped Weibo for nothing. He has a personal Weibo certified by Huang v, and the company has a special team to take care of it. Xiaoying will occasionally post some daily routines and photos for him. Time to check the comments below.

But Yu Chengze's favorite is still his trumpet, 1988, and he is now driving his own trumpet to read comments under the trumpet.

Yu Chengze looked in a good mood for Yishui's praise and comments. By the way, he used the trumpet 1988 to give a like to the pleasing comments. Qi Chao was a little bored driving in the front. I don't know why, but I think of Yu Chengze, who will be 29 at the end of this year, and will be three years old next year.

Qi Chao was a little emotional: "Ah Ze, it's been almost eight years in the blink of an eye."

"What eight years?" Yu Chengze looked down at his phone, "Eight years since I debuted?"

Qi Chao's tone was deep: "You have been single for eight years. I am really surprised, you have been single for eight years, how did you write your love song during these eight years?"

"So there's a lot of bitterness." Yu Chengze lifted his head from the phone, annoyed, "Didn't you see that all I wrote were bitter love songs? Do you want me to sing "On the Seventh Day" for you and your sister-in-law on your wedding anniversary? Nian Says Breakup"?"

"Bah bah bah! You crow's mouth!" Qi Chao rolled his eyes and paused, he was a little joking and a little tentative, "Xia Ran, if you fail, your sister-in-law can introduce you, circle Other, serious lecturers—”

"Stop!" Yu Chengze interrupted Qi Chao, "Brother Chao, you are a crow's mouth. I finally mustered up the courage to take the first step. Before the result comes out, you will draw a conclusion for me first?"

"No, this is..." Qi Chao grinned, thinking about what to say.

Yu Chengze waved his hand, speaking earnestly, like someone who came here: "It's not like I haven't talked with you before, so don't worry about me, so what if it really didn't work out? Hasn't a person come here for so many years?"

After Yu Chengze finished speaking, he took out his earphones and put them on, as if ignoring Qi Chao.

Qi Chao couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to drive safely, but he was still a little bit embarrassed.

Of course a person can live, but is it really nothing after such a long time?

Qi Chao drove the car and looked at the fading scenery outside the car window. He remembered that on a certain day in a certain year, he went to find Yu Chengze early in the morning, opened the door of his house, and saw this man sleeping with a poodle in his arms when he entered the living room. On the sofa, I guess I fell asleep directly after watching TV at night.

When he was leaving, Yu Chengze said to stay and have lunch together. After he refused, this person didn't know how sad he was.

What's the use of being alone with a dog?

Sleeping in the living room at night, no one will worry about you, and will say, dear, go back to bed.

A person, a dog, after adding food to the dog, he is faced with a table full of meals that will always be alone. After a long time, do you still have the desire to eat?

Facing a home with only one person, one person's dining table, one person's bedroom, of course I can live, but is it really not lonely?