Dangerous game

On New Year’s Eve, the long and narrow alleys are quiet and peaceful, with warm yellow halos lit by several street lamps, thousands of families are enjoying themselves, and the scent of vegetable oil and rice sneaks out from the windows.

Jiang Bei was also one of them. He was wearing an apron and frying small yellow croakers in the kitchen. The sound of frying was sizzling. He poured green onions and ginger, and the fragrance was overflowing.

"Brother Jiangbei, do you want me to help?" Zhou Yang stood at the door of the kitchen.

"No, there are not a few dishes, and it will be ready soon."

Zhou Yang was still standing at the door. He paid off his debts the day before yesterday. He has been living in Jiangbei these days. His parents in his hometown just treat him as a bastard son and have not contacted him for many years.

"Brother, the last time you asked a friend to find me a job, the boss asked me to come and see it on the tenth day of the lunar new year."

The peanut oil in the pot was boiling, Jiang Bei turned the small yellow croaker over with a spatula, added some seasonings, and was busy on his own, ignoring the people outside.

Zhou Yang walked away wisely, and sat in the living room watching TV in an orderly manner. This time he really wanted the prodigal son to turn around, so he specially went to cut his hair into a neat size yesterday, so that he would no longer be the sloppy look he used to be. Sloppy.

In the past two years, Jiang Bei has been running around for his affairs, and the money he used to fill the hole is like running water. Although he is muddled, he also knows how to recognize people's kindness, and he has secretly sworn in his heart that he will earn money in the future You have to come and "respect" Brother Jiangbei.

The hot pot on the table is gradually boiling. The soup base is made of pig bones and a whole old hen. The shabu-shabu is instant food bought directly from the supermarket. Jiangbei puts two plates on the table, small yellow croaker and pork ribs in sauce , called Zhou Yang to come over for dinner.

Zhou Yang peeped at Jiangbei submissively. After taking a bite of the rice in the bowl, he would squint at Jiangbei, as if eating at someone's house was an extremely disgraceful thing.

Jiang Bei caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and asked, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Zhou Yang became more and more restless, his eyes were rolling around, and he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Bei scoffed, not wanting to find out.

The mobile phone that was charging in the bedroom rang suddenly, and finally there was some external noise in the dull room.

Jiang Bei walked over to answer the phone, Zhou Yang listened in the living room, the rental house was not big, there was only one door between the bedroom and the living room, and the door was still ajar.

It was Shen Munan who called. Jiang Bei sat down leaning on the bed. Through the window, he could just see the "Fire Trees and Silver Flowers" over the TV tower, an artificial scene decorated with LED light strings.

"Have you had New Year's Eve dinner?" the man asked.

Jiang Bei stared at the window fascinated, "I'm eating, cooking hot pot."

"Would you like to go for a drive in a while, Gui Street is very lively."

"No, I'm at my mother's side right now, so it's inconvenient." Jiang Bei lied very smoothly, almost subconsciously.

"Pa-ta", the sound of the lighter being ignited, there was a moment of silence, and the man's guttural voice became hoarse, "Mmm."

Jiang Bei stroked the hem of the sweater with his fingers. He just heard the sound of a lighter, "You're smoking again. Didn't you say you should quit?"

Shen Munan chuckled, and threw the cigarette in his hand out the car window, the flames met the strong cold air, and gradually extinguished.

"threw."

"The devil believes you."

Shen Munan was still smiling, he looked up at the window on the fifth floor, the curtains were thick and tight, only the faint light could be seen, the faint beams of light were indistinct, like an unreal dream.

Jiang Bei is the person in this dream. He never accepts half of his favor. It's just a black card, and the little lover has to try every means to repay it.

When he came back from overtime work that day, the housekeeper told him that Jiang Bei had been staying in the bedroom after dinner. He opened the door and went in. The man's thin body was covered with his white shirt. When he saw him, he first laughed and then spoke softly. He asked angrily, "Do you want to take a shower?"

I can't resist, no man can resist such a temptation, Jiang Bei tried his best to cater to himself that night, and while enjoying himself, he gradually felt something strange.

"A relative in my family wants to buy a house, and I was short of money. I used the card for more than 100 million first, and I will pay you back later when I get paid." That was the second sentence the little lover said to him.

Later, Jiang Bei fell asleep, and his white shirt lay crumpled on the floor with two buttons missing.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you talking? Are you smoking secretly again?" Jiang Bei asked casually. He tilted his head and clamped the phone, and used his left hand to tear off a barb on the nail of his right hand.

The man smiled and said, "Don't dare."

Jiang Bei was still struggling to fight against the barb, and the barb got stuck deep if he didn't pay attention. "

"Hiss." He cried out in pain.

"how?"

Jiang Bei put his finger in his mouth and mumbled, "It's okay, I got a barb on my hand, and it was bleeding just now, I'll find a nail clipper later. Hang up first, I haven't finished my meal yet."

Before Shen Munan could respond, Jiang Bei hastily hung up the phone.

Zhou Yangquan heard it in his ears. When he saw Jiang Bei coming out, he buried his head even lower, took a few mouthfuls of rice, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Jiang Bei, do you have a boyfriend?"

Jiang Bei didn't bother to talk to him, so he just said "um" perfunctorily.

Zhou Yang didn't expect this to be the case, he was embarrassed for a moment, he hesitated to say: "Would it be inconvenient for me to live with you?"

"So you find a job and move out quickly."

"It's very, very good, and my brother is relieved."

Jiang Bei still had that lukewarm face, he picked up vegetables and drank soup as usual, gulped down half a bowl of soup, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't mention your brother in the future, it's unlucky to celebrate the Chinese New Year."

Zhou Yang lowered his head, not daring to look at Jiangbei again, "Hey."

After dinner, Jiang Bei bored himself in the bedroom with junk food and carbonated drinks. If he was in the mood, he would broadcast a live broadcast. He also came here on New Year's Eve last year.

"Brother Jiangbei, the Spring Festival Gala has begun." Zhou Yang reminded outside.

There is only one TV in the rental house, which is installed on the background wall of the living room. It is the site contracted by Ouyang Xiaocong. The 40-inch LCD TV is also bought by himself.

These days, Zhou Yang has been sleeping in the living room, and Jiang Bei put a folding bed for him.

Jiang Bei didn't say a word, and he didn't hear it when he heard it. He kept throwing cucumber-flavored potato chips into his mouth, which made him a landlord. "Spring" made them lose all the golden beans.

The fun was in full swing, and Zhou Yang shouted outside again: "Brother Jiangbei, there is a knock on the door outside."

Jiang Bei was a little impatient and shouted, "Who is it?"

Zhou Yang answered honestly: "I don't know him, it's a man."

"I'm so bored." Jiang Bei threw his phone on the bed and opened the door lazily, frowning.

As soon as the door was pulled, Jiang Bei's face changed instantly, and he became that meek look again, and said with a smile, "Why are you here? I just came from my mother's house, come in quickly."

The cold wind poured in from the corridor, the man's whole body was cold, and his eyes fell on Zhou Yang for a few seconds.

Zhou Yang rubbed his nose, "Brother Jiangbei, you can accompany your friend, I'll go out for a walk." After speaking, he put on his coat and went out.

"Bang—" The door was closed from the outside.

Jiang Bei looked at the man with a silly smile, his hands were uncomfortably holding the sweater sideways, he deliberately avoided a certain distance, and after a long stalemate, Jiang Bei remembered to pour a glass of water for Shen Munan.

"What do you want to drink? Is plain water okay?"

"No need." The man spoke in a hoarse voice.

"That man was Zhou Ming's younger brother just now. I let him live with me when he didn't come home for the Chinese New Year." Jiang Bei explained, while pouring water for the man.

The thin body couldn't support the fat sweater, and a cloud of gray was like a curtain stretching over the little lover's body. The man felt distressed, and suddenly pulled the man into his arms from behind, rubbing his furry head against his chin.

"Don't be too busy, I'm not a customer, why did you buy such a big sweater?" The poor quality wool felt a bit prickly.

Jiang Bei smelled the cologne on the man, turned around, and leaned against each other face to face, "I bought it on Taobao, one size fits all, who knew it was so big, you can wear it."

Shen Munan jokingly said: "Then you delegate it to me to wear."

Jiang Bei was held in the arms of the man, and his voice was vague, "Are you kidding me, entrepreneurs are not as poor as you."

Shen Munan's smile deepened, and the familiar smell of shower gel came into his nostrils, "You smell so good, are you done taking a shower?"

"Well, just now..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's kisses fell down overwhelmingly. This time Jiang Bei was very resistant, frowned and pushed him away. He couldn't push him a few times. Jiang Bei said anxiously: "Don't be here, let's go to the hotel! Don't be here!" here!"

He emphasized "don't be here" twice in a row, almost crying out of anxiety, but anyone who knows his past will understand.

The desire gradually subsided, the man let him go, and wiped the little saliva from his mouth for him.

"I'm sorry." Shen Munan said in a deep voice.

Jiang Bei took two steps back, covered the blush on his mouth with the back of his hand, shook his head, but didn't say a word.

Shen Munan took out a small box from his coat pocket and handed it to Jiang Bei, "New Year's gift."

"Thank you." Jiang Bei took it over, his voice was very low, "My water heater seems to be broken, can you check it for me?"

"Ok?"

"The water that comes out is not too hot."

Shen Munan climbed down this ladder, and they didn't mention what happened just now.

Jiang Bei led Shen Munan to the bathroom. There were still wet water stains on the tiles, and a large water heater hung on the wall of the shower room, which looked bulky and in the way.

Few people use electric water heaters anymore. This house is very old. It was a demolition and resettlement house in Pingchang District. The landlord has a lot of money and has another family. This house is for rent. The electric water heater is estimated to be [-]-[-]. installed years ago.

Shen Munan roughly checked everything, but he didn't find anything broken, so Jiang Bei leaned over to him and asked, "What's broken?"

Shen Munan was washing his hands, and his hands were covered with dust when he fumbled for the valve just now, "Maybe there is scale in it, how long has this water heater been used?"

"I don't know, it's already there when I live here."

"It's almost time to change."

"Then I'll talk to the landlord after the Chinese New Year." Jiang Bei picked up a blue flowered towel on the towel rack and handed it to the man, "Wipe it off."

Shen Munan wiped it dry slightly, his eyes lingered on his little lover's cheek for a moment, "Show me that barb on your hand."

"It's all right." Jiang Bei waved his fingers upright in front of his eyes, and the five fingers seemed to be bitten by a dog.

"You gnawed your nails yourself."

Jiang Bei told the truth: "It's strange, I didn't find any nail clippers today."

Shen Munan smiled, originally wanted to flick his forehead with his fingers, but was afraid that he would hurt, so the action turned into pinching his nose.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Beiweng said angrily.

"Too stupid."