Dangerous game

When Shen Munan appeared at the door of the studio, Jiang Bei was still working hard. He was wearing a gray sweater and a khaki apron. When he heard someone shouting, "Jiang Bei, someone is looking for it", he put down the sandpaper for polishing. He wiped his hands and walked out.

A few of my colleagues have met Shen Munan before - he has a gentle face and a good temperament. The key is that he is wearing a well-tailored expensive suit, which is not at the level that Jiang Bei can get acquainted with. They are all secretly trying to figure out the relationship between the two. Those who were married to a man, his man died in a car accident the year before last.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Bei asked with a smile.

Shen Munan handed the cake box he had brought to Jiang Bei, and explained: "The company is holding an event, so I asked the chef to make a small cake by the way."

"Thank you," Jiang Bei looked up at him, "How do you know I work here?"

"I asked."

Jiang Bei feigned anger, but still had a smile on his cheek, "You sent someone to follow me again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Munan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Bei re-stuffed the cake box to Shen Munan, "Wait for me, I'll ask our boss for leave."

Their boss is a casual person, he doesn't care much about small things like being late and leaving early, he just gossips, and now he secretly asks Jiang Bei: "Who is that man outside?" Jiang Bei said he was a friend, but the boss didn't believe it at all, and waited for Jiang Bei to go downstairs and leave Finally, he leaned out of the window and stared at the license plate, North A8888.

Incredible.

Shen Munan lightly picked up the wood carving in Jiang Bei's arms and put it in the trunk for him. Jiang Bei followed behind him, smiling and saying "Thank you".

In the past two years, not only did he laugh more, but he also changed his spoken language. When others gave him a little favor, he hurriedly said thank you to them.

Sitting in the car, Shen Munan looked at him sideways, his cold eyes were full of pity and pity: he must have suffered a lot.

"Where do you want to eat?"

Jiang Bei thought for a while and said, "Go to my house to eat. I usually cook at home by myself."

During that leaning and lifting, a lock of curly hair on his forehead suddenly covered his eyes, and the man couldn't help stretching out his hand to bid farewell to the base of his ear. Then, as if he realized something, his fingertips were hot, and he couldn't go anywhere for a while. Put it aside, just hanging on Jiangbei's cheek in such an embarrassing manner.

Jiang Bei smiled cooperatively, and straightened his hair. The natural curly hair is more difficult to manage than ordinary people's hair. He has always been slovenly at work, and sometimes he looks like a mess of dry grass.

"After a while, I still have to cut it back to the original one. It's too troublesome. My colleagues say it doesn't look good."

Shen Munan withdrew his hand and did not speak, with a dark desire lurking in his eyes.

When he arrived at the rental house, Jiang Bei took out a bunch of keys to open the door, and invited the man in. The man was a little restrained, probably because of the environment, he seemed a bit out of place. The house was too small, and it was gloomy in winter, and it was moldy all the year round. There is some depression in the taste.

"Come in, you don't need to change your shoes."

Shen Munan took off his windbreaker jacket, and Jiang Bei thoughtfully took it over and helped him hang it on the coat rack. He turned his head and smiled and said, "Your clothes are quite heavy, does it cause static electricity? Zhou Ming used to have a similar one, and his one is so cheap Very, always sticky hair."

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, Shen Munan was dumbfounded for a moment, and only let out a simple "hmm" deep in his throat.

The answer was irrelevant, even he himself didn't know what he was saying "um".

Jiang Bei did the dinner by himself. Shen Munan occasionally stood by to help wash the vegetables. The man's tall stature was really not suitable for nesting in this small kitchen. After a while, he was kicked out by Jiang Bei, "Go and see TV, don't stand here and get in the way."

He has deliberately become like this, and everyone can see it.

Shen Munan went to the balcony and lit a cigarette. The sky was already dark blue, and the twilight was gradually closing in front of his eyes. The big bell tower in the distance was solemn like a statue, and it was getting dark little by little.

It was an ordinary winter evening, and the air was filled with the moldy smell of half-dry and half-damp clothes.

In the effort of one cigarette, a ring of soot fell around the man's shoes. He stared at the tiles on the floor. The dirt accumulated over the years was embedded in the joints between the tiles, as well as the yellow spots on the glazed surface. It's the kind that can't be scrubbed off.

He took out a tissue and was about to bend over to grind away the soot, Jiang Bei shouted at him across the living room, "Let me go."

As he was talking, Jiang Bei had already walked over and pushed him aside, "Go, help me look at the fish in the pot, don't get confused." Then he took a rag hanging from a sticky hook on the wall and squatted down Wipe thoroughly.

"This place is a bit small, there is no place to put your feet." He raised his head suddenly, pouted, "Hurry up, the fish is still cooking."

At about seven o'clock, they had dinner, three dishes and one soup, the dining table was placed against the wall, and a lot of Ouyang Xiaocong's personal belongings, vitamin C tablets, calcium tablets, and other miscellaneous things were placed against the wall Pickled mustard and instant noodles.

"Are you used to living in this place?" Shen Munan asked at the dinner table.

Jiang Bei swallowed the ball of rice in his mouth, helped the man scoop up a bowl of soup, and replied, "It's okay. When I save enough money, I'll go out and rent a suite by myself. It's not very convenient to rent with others."

Jiang Bei didn't think this way in his heart. He always had this idea from time to time in the past two years: If he had gritted his teeth back then, even if he had borrowed money from everywhere and bought the house in Huishan District first, Zhou Ming wouldn't be in trouble. He didn't have a home in Beishi until his death, and if he had a home, he wouldn't be able to become a lonely ghost.

"It's getting cold, I'll put some more in the pot." Jiang Bei took the soup bowl into the kitchen, scooped up the water from the tap, wiped his face carelessly, dried his hands and face, and put the soup in the pot.

When he came out with the soup bowl in his hand, he was talking and laughing again, "Here, try it again, I just cracked some pepper."

Shen Munan filled a small half bowl for himself, raised his head and drank some, pursed his lips, "It's better than before."

To be praised, Jiang Bei pretended to add another bowl to him. Shen Munan moved the bowl away to block the hand that stretched out, "I can't drink any more."

Jiang Bei smiled at him, didn't say anything, and picked up the rice grains in the bowl.

Now, no matter what he looks like, he is really distressing.

Shen Munan turned his eyes away, went to the living room and sat down.The so-called "living room" has a wooden bed and a plastic stool, which is Ouyang Xiaocong's territory.

Jiang Bei sat on a chair and finished his meal in silence, and then went to the kitchen to wash the pots and bowls silently, Shen Munan didn't speak for a long time, knocking a thick layer of soot into the trash can in the living room.

The man was a little irritable, and occasionally glanced at Jiangbei who was a few steps away. Jiangbei turned on the TV in the living room and switched channels with the remote control.

"You can adjust it yourself, I'll take a shower." Jiang Bei threw the remote control to Shen Munan.

The sound insulation of the house was not good, and the sound of water splashing seemed to be in his ears. Later, Jiang Bei stepped on wet slippers and sat next to the man while wiping his hair. The man's concentration was exerted to the extreme, but he was also suffering.

Shen Munan got up suddenly, deliberately ignoring the scent of shower gel, his expression was gloomy, his voice was unnaturally dry, maybe it was because he smoked too much.

"I'm going back."

Jiang Bei raised his head and blinked, regretfully said: "Leaving so early, I still want to share the cake you brought over."

"I don't like sweets, you can keep them."

"I'll give it to you." Jiang Bei handed the coat on the coat rack to the man, and put on a down jacket casually.

Coincidentally, Ouyang Xiaocong came back, and he rolled his eyes, probably having an idea.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Cong asked Jiang Bei.

"My friend is leaving, I'll see him off." Jiang Bei patted the man on the back, "Let's go."

The two walked side by side, under the moon, the door of the grocery store at the entrance of the alley was half-hidden, and the shadow of the owner shone through the crack of the door. The shadow cast by his palm on the road.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Bei stood still, looking at the man with elf-like eyes, "Go back and drive slowly." After that, he raised his hand to straighten the collar of the man's coat, very naturally.

Shen Munan stared straight at Jiangbei with his black eyes, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "It's cold outside, go back."

In front of the man, Jiang Bei let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his palms together, and said with a smile, "It's really cold, then I'll go back."

"Ah."

Jiang Bei turned around and trotted for a few steps, then turned his head suddenly, with a sly naughtiness, "Thank you for the cake, I will eat it when I go back."

The two of them looked at each other in the alley, Jiang Bei waved, and then disappeared in a hurry.

The man sat back in the car and was silent for a long time. He finally called Zhuang Yan——

"Help me find out what he has been doing these two years?"

"Is it Mr. Jiang?"

Shen Munan lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said coldly: "As soon as possible."

When Jiang Bei opened the door and came back, Ouyang Xiaocong was studying the chocolate hazelnut cake on the table, and the hazel almost flowed out, looking like a greedy cat who had been coveting it for a long time.

"You bought the cake, the packaging is really tall."

Jiang Bei picked his chin, "Take it apart and eat it, it was given by a friend just now."

"Potential development object?"

"That's right." Jiang Bei walked into his bedroom.

Outside the door was Ouyang Xiaocong's amplified loud voice, "Don't you want to eat the cake?"

There was a small suitcase hidden in the closet in the bedroom. Jiang Bei seldom opened it. It contained some things from Zhou Ming's lifetime. He took out two small red books from the side pocket of the suitcase, and carefully wiped the covers and backs with his sleeves. Read it again, and put it back intact.

The hour hand of the alarm clock had passed "9", he took off his coat and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling eagerly.

Street lamps came in faintly from the glass window, first the end of the bed was lit up, and then the head of the bed was gradually lit up, and there was only him, the long night without going forward or back.

[He took the bait, does what you said before still count? ]

After sending this text message, Jiang Bei was bored in the quilt and thought about the past for a while. After so long, he didn't want to go deep into life any more, let's just live it.

"Any disaster in the world, no matter who it falls on, everyone has to bear it, and everyone can bear it."

The author has something to say: The quote in the last sentence is from Zhou Guoping.