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Jiang Sui asked that question because he felt that the person in front of him might be a relative of Wang Ye. He knew what happened to Wang Ye in the past few days and why he was uncomfortable, but it was obvious that this person was not.

He even asked an outrageous question.

"Which gym does he work at?"

Jiang Sui and Duan Zhuo exchanged blank glances, Jiang Sui thought about it, and told him: "He is the coach of the swimming team."

"Oh, the swimming coach——" the young man raised his chin, "no wonder you maintain such a good figure."

To others, this may be a polite compliment, but in Duan Zhuo’s view, it’s more than that. When the young man said this, his eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth turned up. Only then will he reveal a longing smile.

Just like every time Cheng Ziyao mentioned senior sister.

Duan Zhuo didn't know if he was worrying too much, and asked with a little precaution: "You don't seem to be very familiar with him, so how did you know each other?"

"I met on the Internet. I'm a game live broadcaster." The young man didn't seem to have any worries. He held the door frame with one hand and untied his shoelaces while talking, "He used to come to my live broadcast room to buy gifts. I just added him, and we usually play games and chat together, so we can only be regarded as netizens."

Duan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he just heard this person's voice on the monitor and felt it was familiar to him, now when he listened closer, he almost thought it was Coach He who entered the door, the voices of these two people are too similar some.

The most important thing is that this person has the same Jiangnan accent as Coach He, and he can't pronounce some words with a nasal sound, which is not completely accurate.

The young man entered, took a pair of slippers from the cabinet and put them on the ground.

In fact, Duan Zhuo saw this pair of gray cotton slippers just now, but because of its huge size, it seemed that it had a specific owner. Before Wang Ye's consent, he didn't have the nerve to take it off and wear it, so he went out with Jiang Sui. on foot.

The young man's feet are not big, and it is very inconvenient to walk in them. The living room echoes with the sound of the soles mopping the floor.

Jiang Sui apparently didn't notice such details, so he asked him familiarly what games he played and where they were broadcasting live.

"I don't play this professionally. I have other jobs. I just do live broadcasts after work. I can play everything, but I can cook everything..." After finishing speaking, the young man paused, as if he added a little shyly, " In fact, he was the first one to leave a message in my live broadcast room, so I feel very destined."

The Wang Ye described from his mouth made Duan Zhuo feel very strange. The coincidence of various coincidences reminded him of a possibility that was full of drama and completely subverted his three views.

Wang Ye's family's Jin Jian was not afraid of life at all, and walked up to them with his butt twisted, and suddenly fell to the ground, with his paws facing the sky, with a coquettish look like if you don't touch me, don't think about it.

The young man knelt down and stroked it.

In March in Nancheng, the outdoor temperature was still very low, but he only wore a thin windbreaker. For a long time, he seemed to be immersed in another world, without saying a word, until Duan Zhuo reminded him He: "Don't you want to take a watch?"

"right."

The young man rummaged through the cushions and gaps of the sofa first, and finally lay down on the ground to take a look, but found nothing.

On the second floor, he was as frightened as Jiang Sui, and turned around to ask Duan Zhuo: "What's going on?"

Duan Zhuo said: "Drink too much and knock it down. It was like this when we came. When did you leave?"

"Morning."

Jiang Sui asked: "Then you slept with the coach yesterday?"

The young man's face turned red almost instantly, he touched his neck and said, "No, no, I sleep on the sofa."

Duan Zhuo looked around at the two of them, Jiang Sui's blurted question obviously hadn't given much thought, and the young man's overreaction made people feel very strange.

This point further confirms Duan Zhuo's previous conjecture that the relationship between these two people is definitely not as simple as a pure netizen.

Jiang Sui turned on the flashlight, lay on the ground with his ass pouted, searched all corners but couldn't find anything, sighed and said, "Have you ever been to other places?"

The young man turned into Wang Ye's room, but came out soon, and whispered to Duan Zhuo and the others, "I didn't find it, maybe it fell outside, forget it, it's worthless anyway, I'll go first."

They went downstairs together, Duan Zhuo thought twice, and then asked: "You should be with the coach these few days, do you know why he is unhappy?"

The young man shook his head, squatted on the ground and petted the cat again: "I just met him the day before yesterday. He didn't tell me about the family affairs, but when he asked me out, I felt that he was not very happy. Go out and play. Sometimes I’m absent-minded.”

"Last night he took me to the bar to play, he was drinking the whole time, and then he passed out, I helped him to take a taxi, but the address he reported to the driver at the beginning was wrong, there was a bridge over there, He stood on the bridge in a daze, inexplicably."

bridge?

This point echoed Zhang Jiayan's description, Duan Zhuo hurriedly asked: "Then why are his clothes wet? Did they fall into the water?"

"He jumped into the river." The young man was a little excited when he talked about this topic, and he stood up, "Hey, maybe it's too hot after drinking, he said he wanted to jump down for a swim, I was quite scared at the time, so I wanted to hold him , but he was so strong that he pushed me to the ground."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves to show the broken skin on his arm.

"I could only watch him jump down. It was too dark and I couldn't see anyone else, so I called the police quickly, but when the police arrived, he had swam to the shore by himself. Quite awake too."

Duan Zhuoxin said that the temperature last night was only seven or eight degrees, so if he jumped in for a swim, would he not be sober?

While they were chatting, there was another "boom" sound from upstairs, and all three of them ran towards the same direction. Duan Zhuo was the first to rush into Wang Ye's bedroom, and saw him kneeling on the toilet again. He vomited before, but he probably vomited out all the contents of his stomach. At this moment, he just kept retching and vomited out a little acidic water.

The veins on his forehead popped up, his whole face was flushed red, Duan Zhuo couldn't bear to look directly at him, he was really afraid that he would die suddenly while vomiting.

He really doesn't understand these adults, even if there are some hurdles that cannot be overcome, what problems can drinking solve?Isn't it more worrying to drown your sorrows with wine?

After Wang Ye vomited, he hung on the edge of the bathtub like a salted fish, rinsed his mouth, and then sat on the ground covering his stomach.His complexion was very strange, and there was no blood on his lips.

"Is your stomach uncomfortable?" Duan Zhuo reached out and touched his forehead, it was very hot, "You have a fever, let's take a taxi to the hospital, what's the matter if this continues."

Wang Ye pushed his hand away, stared at one place with dull eyes, Duan Zhuo asked him what's the matter again, whether there is any medicine at home, Wang Ye never spoke, and those who didn't know thought someone had made him dumb.

"Brother." The young man went to Wang Ye's side and knelt down, stroking his bare back, "Are you okay?"

This "Brother" seemed to call back a person's soul, Wang Ye finally stood up, looked at him blankly and said, "You let them in?"

This reflex arc is also long enough.

"No," Duan Zhuo said, "Coach He gave me your address and password. I heard something fell on the phone, so I came to take a look."

Wang Ye frowned suddenly, and returned to the dejected look just now. With one hand on the wall, he walked in slowly, the soles of his shoes dragging on the ground, like a critically ill patient who couldn't walk.

A bath towel was wrapped around his waist, and after tossing it back and forth, it had become loose.

When he was about to fall, the young man walked up to him, grabbed the edge of the towel and lifted it up. Under Wang Ye's steadfast gaze, he helped him wrap it up again, and lightly pressed his palm on his abdominal muscles. Two taps.

When Wang Ye looked at him, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes were rather ambiguous, and there was a hint of excitement. Duan Zhuo even felt that if there was no one around at this time, he might hook Wang Ye's neck and kiss him directly. up.

But Wang Ye's eyes were open, but they were empty, making it hard to figure out what he was thinking.

Stepping on the wet clothes, Wang Ye sat on the edge of the bed, and immediately lifted his butt up. He took out a watch from under the quilt, held it up to his eyes and looked at it.

Its strap is broken and the dial looks old.

"Your?" he asked.

The young man responded, took it, and put it in his trouser pocket after confirming that there was no way to repair it.

"How much?" Wang Ye's voice was hoarse, but he still said, "I'll forward it to your WeChat."

"It's okay, it's worthless. If you're really sorry, you can invite me to dinner next time."

Wang Ye groped all over the bed, then looked back at the head of the bed, Duan Zhuo immediately understood it, and went out to help him find the phone and charging cable.

During the few seconds waiting for the machine to turn on, Wang Ye kept his head down, and everyone remained strangely silent.

Duan Zhuo watched him poke into WeChat, only to realize that the young man was named Tao Zhi.

Duan Zhuo thought that Wang Ye just sent out a 200 yuan red envelope for fun, but he didn't expect to enter a surprising number.

Tao Zhi, who was standing opposite, didn't take out his phone, nor did he see the number, but asked, "Where's the medicine box? I'll get you some antipyretics."

Wang Ye pointed downstairs: "In the living room, in the drawer next to the TV, check the date, some may have expired."

"Ah."

At this time, it was already past the time for eating, the curtains were drawn, and the sunlight illuminated the whole room, Jiang Sui's stomach blatantly yelled, Duan Zhuo wanted to order a takeaway for him, but Jiang Sui quickly stopped him, saying that there was still a door for him in the afternoon For make-up exams, I have to go back to school first.

"Then what about your stomach?" Duan Zhuo said worriedly, probably seeing the coach's vomit, "At least eat something first, so you don't get a stomachache later."

"I saw a bakery on the way here. I'll just go there and buy some stomach pads." Jiang Sui walked backwards, "You stay here and take care of the coach. I'll go first and come back to you later."

Just a few minutes after Jiang Sui left, Tao Zhi returned upstairs.He picked up the whole medicine box, holding a glass of steaming water in his right hand.The glass was made of glass, and he seemed to be scalded, walking faster and faster, grinning, put the water glass on the cabinet as soon as he entered the door, frantically shook his hands twice, and leaned to his mouth to blow air.

"I don't know which one is for fever, so I brought them all for you."

Wang Ye patted the edge of the bed, and Tao Zhi sat down obediently. The two of them were not even the same in height, age, body shape, or skin color. If Tao Zhi was five years younger, Duan Zhuo might think they were Father and son.

Tao Zhi put the box on his lap, opened it and said, "There are so many medicines in there without instructions or packing boxes, and I can't tell which ones are expired and which ones aren't."

Tao Zhi had been carefully rummaging through the contents of the medicine box. Wang Ye stared at him quietly for a while, then suddenly turned Tao Zhi's wrist half a circle, and gently stroked the lines of his palm with his thumb.

Tao Zhi lowered his head, allowing him to push away the curled fingers little by little.

The place that was scalded by the hot water turned red. When Wang Ye asked him if it hurt, he shook his head and said with a smile, "It's a little numb."

Wang Ye let go of his hand, took out a plate of antipyretics and stomach medicine, poured overnight cold water into the cup, and shook it.

The four pills were swallowed together with a mouthful of warm water, and then he lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling motionless.

"I'll help you buy some porridge," Duan Zhuo said, then looked at Tao Zhi again, "Do you want to eat something?"

"No, no, no, I have to go back. I have to work overtime tomorrow." Tao Zhi grabbed Wang Ye's wrist and glanced at him, before bouncing off the bed, "It's broken, I booked a little ticket, and it's too late."

"Changing the ticket before it's too late, why panic?" Wang Ye said.

Tao Zhi's hand holding his wrist bone moved down little by little, to the palm, then to the fingertips, and squeezed his joints twice: "Do you want me to stay with you for another day?"

Duan Zhuo stood at the door, watching this scene silently, maybe Tao Zhi himself didn't know, when he looked at Wang Ye, there was light in his eyes, and there was overflowing admiration and nostalgia.

"Go back." Wang Ye said, "I'm not feeling well, I want to be alone for a while."

"Okay." Tao Zhi patted his lower abdomen lightly when he got up, and then helped him cover the quilt.

Duan Zhuo found a breakfast shop next to the community that was not yet closed, packed a bowl of vegetable porridge, and ordered a small wonton for himself. When he returned to Wang Ye's house again, he happened to hear Wang Ye talking on the phone.

While speaking, he cleared his throat several times and said, "I'm really fine, I just have a cold."

Duan Zhuo thought it was Wang Ye's family who called, until he heard the sentence that made it difficult to tell whether he was crying or laughing: "Congratulations, happy engagement."

After hanging up the phone, Duan Zhuo entered the room with his things, Wang Ye returned to his expressionless face, there was no suspicious mark on his face, but the redness around his eyes didn't fade away in time, which was leaking.

Duan Zhuo seemed to have just watched a movie full of tragedy, the main character with flesh and blood kept struggling, but finally succumbed to reality.

He put the things on the bedside cabinet, lifted the lid and said, "This is already warm, you have to drink it as soon as possible, or it will be cold."

Wang Ye responded, but only took two sips before putting it down with a frown.

"Isn't it good?" Duan Zhuo asked.

"It's too bitter in my mouth. Everything I eat now is bitter." After speaking, he lowered his head and stared at the call records on the screen.

Everyone above has their full names, except for the one just now, which was marked with a nickname.

Duan Zhuo ate three small wontons in a row, but still didn't taste anything, so he turned his head and asked, "Why didn't you tell him?"

Wang Ye understood the words without beginning or end in an instant, and the water that had been accumulating in his eye sockets surged out again. Said a sentence: "Because I am very scared, I have been afraid for 19 years."

Duan Zhuo's heart sank suddenly, and his whole body was filled with chills. This kind of pain was unprecedented and unspeakable, as if he was walking on a thorny field, or fell into a bottomless abyss.

Even though he was in the sun, he couldn't feel any warmth.

He looked at Wang Ye, as if he saw another cowardly self in a parallel time and space, and also saw that more than ten years later, he hung up the phone powerlessly and watched Jiang Sui walk into another world.