low return

Luo Ying stared at the person in front of him motionlessly, and the other person waited patiently for him.

This silence lasted for a long time, Luo Ying persisted for his own secret, while Zhou Zeyao persisted for the sake of drunkenness or something.

In the end Luo Ying compromised.

When he lifted the hem of his clothes, he was churning with different excuses. If Zhou Zeyao couldn't remember the book, how would he answer the question, and if Zhou Zeyao remembered the book, how would he explain it.

speak out.

If you don't want to hide it, say it.

Luo Ying felt that she heard that voice again.From the last time Zhou Zeyao heard "It's a pity" from his mouth, to the moment when that person's side neck was in front of him, and now when he chooses to compromise, he can always feel the flame somewhere in his heart, it She was trying to lure Luo Ying, make him impulsive, let him die.

"Get down." Zhou Zeyao said.

Luo Ying lay on the sofa.The symbolically scooped up clothes revealed a short waist.

Zhou Zeyao put the cotton wool into the iodine bottle, and mercilessly pulled the clothes to the shoulder blade with his free hand.

Luo Ying looked at the lamp above his head and knew that now his back could be seen clearly.He heard the crisp sound of nail caps and glass bottles attacking, but he couldn't move, he could only anxiously wait for the other party's question.

But he didn't wait for the expected words, only waited for the sting and coolness of iodine to be applied to the wound.

The people behind him were disinfecting him without saying a word, their movements were very gentle, and they pressed hard a few times, and even wiped the accidentally splashed area with paper thoughtfully.But people who are meticulous to this level seem to be unaware of the black bold letters in front of them, and they didn't say a single unnecessary word except asking him if it hurts.

Luo Ying suddenly thought that Zhou Zeyao never seemed to ask him anything in life, and they never had that kind of pleasantries between classmates.He didn't seem to care about his school, life, or work, and from the moment he met he acted like they were friends who hadn't been apart.

"Okay, but I suggest you hang out for a while, it's not done yet." He heard the person above him say.

Zhou Zeyao packed the small medicine box, and continued to speak: "Why don't you sleep here tonight, it's too late to take a taxi here."

"I'm going to the car dealership tomorrow morning." Luo Ying said.

"I'll see you off."

"You have nothing to do tomorrow?" Luo Ying found that this seemed to be one of the few questions they asked about their lives.

"No, I won't have anything to do until Mr. Zhou comes back." Zhou Zeyao carried the medicine box into the bedroom.

Luo Ying pursed her lips, ah, the so-called capitalism.

When Luo Ying sat up, she was still a little puzzled.Zhou Zeyao can only be considered casual at best, but he is by no means a polite person. Many of his words will have a hidden sense of command.So his silence not long ago could not have been out of respect for privacy, it could only mean that he was not at all curious about the scene in front of him.

Zhou Zeyao came out with a set of clothes and handed them to him: "It's clean, but it may be a little too big, you can just wear it."

Luo Ying took it and smelled the laundry detergent on the clothes.

"You live alone?" he asked.

"Well, I just moved here not long ago," Zhou Zeyao thought for a while and said, "Occasionally, Duan Jin will come to live here."

"Only Duan Jin?"

Zhou Zeyao smiled slightly: "You don't even know what the others said."

This person is really a master at pulling, Luo Ying thought to himself.

Zhou Zeyao walked around him to the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer.

"You still want to drink?" Luo Ying said.

"Thirsty," he opened a can and handed it over, "I didn't drink much tonight, my body smells from smoke."

Luo Ying shook his head.

Zhou Zeyao took a sip by himself: "Never drink or not tonight?"

Luo Ying glanced at him: "Allergic to alcohol."

"Ah, how hard it is for you to work in a bar." After Zhou Zeyao finished speaking, he turned back and poured half a glass of lemonade, picked up a few pieces of crushed ice, and handed it to him, "You can drink this."

Luo Ying took it and looked at the ice in the glass.

That night, Zhou Zeyao saw him.

Zhou Zeyao also knew it was him when he added WeChat.

Luo Ying felt that the person in front of him was a mystery.

"Zhou Zeyao." He said suddenly.It seemed to be the first time he had pronounced the name.

Zhou Zeyao took a sip in a calm manner, then slowly put down the glass, looked at him: "Huh?"

Luo Ying looked at the person in front of him, he was still in a nonchalant manner, looking at himself with lowered eyes, under the reflection of the light, every time his eyelashes flickered, they looked full of emotion.

Every time Luo Ying was silent, he always quietly waited for the other party to speak, never seemed to be curious about what he would hear, or seemed to always know what he would hear.

Luo Ying had a thousand questions in his mind.

There are many people who are curious about Luo Ying. From high school, to university, to everyone who has come into contact with him after work, everyone wants to know what unspoken things Luo Ying has heard in his silent mouth. Too many probing words, or direct questions.

Only Zhou Zeyao did not.He seems to know everything, but also seems to be indifferent.So the landscape took turns, and this curious person finally became Luo Ying himself.

But after several seconds, Luo Ying still just asked: "Where do I sleep?"

Zhou Zeyao didn't answer him right away, he glanced at him thoughtfully, and then said, "One master bedroom and one guest room, where do you want to sleep?"

Luo Ying didn't hesitate: "Master bedroom."

"Okay," Zhou Zeyao smiled, "Brother Ying has the final say."

Truly a psychedelic day.

Luo Ying was wearing Zhou Zeyao's clothes and lay on Zhou Zeyao's bed.After he entered the bedroom, he even deliberately looked at the trash can, but he didn't find what he imagined.He sniffed it close to the pillow, and there was a light fragrance mixed with shampoo and cologne on it, which smelled very good.

He felt a little shameless, Zhou Zeyao may treat him like a friend around him, but he is now carefully looking at the whole house, not letting go of any trace of the owner's hobbies.

Maybe this is the so-called, I treat you as a brother, but you want to fuck me.

But I don't seem to need to feel guilty, after all, everything during this period seems to be not chosen by me, Luo Ying seems to have enjoyed the highest treatment of a crush without any effort.

Thinking of this, Luo Ying suddenly realized that these things seemed a little weird.

But the psychedelic day was far from over.

When Luo Ying opened the bottom of the closet to find a thin quilt, but suddenly found that there was only a familiar gray scarf in the entire drawer, he really felt that he might have seen a ghost today.