Amateur red "mother"

In the invisible room, a black mobile phone kept beeping on the desk. The open window let the cold night wind blow in so loudly. Some materials placed on the desk were blown full All over the room, the gust of wind rolled up the curtains, swept across the desk, and then rushed to the window, the movement of flapping back and forth caused waves of dull sounds.

The night in Yancheng's cold winter season comes very early. In a room without lighting, a small piece of light produced by a mobile phone call is particularly conspicuous in this dark room.

The people in the bed seemed to be extremely tired, they turned a deaf ear to everything from the outside world, and were not at all affected by the roaring cold wind and the ringing telephone that kept lighting on and humming.

The person on the bed was clearly a thin and tall fried dough stick, but he rolled himself into a plump and round hamburger with the quilt, and just nestled in the corner of the bed, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang again, but this time it stopped abruptly in just a dozen seconds.I don't know if it's because the battery is not enough, or because the non-stop calls consume too much energy, so that it automatically shuts down before humming a complete song.

The cold wind outside the window did not decrease, but became more and more intense. I don’t know if it was because the wind was too strong, or the simple desk lamp on the desk could not withstand the long-time slapping of the curtains, and the small desk lamp was shaken left and right by the slapping curtains. ...

Seemingly seeing that this little thing was easy to bully, the force of the curtains did not weaken at all but became stronger and stronger. Finally, as the table lamp fell to the ground and made a crisp "snap", the fragmentation brought by the loud noise announced the victory of the curtains.

This movement finally woke up the person on the bed, the quilt was pulled down a little bit, and the person who was wrapped up in the closed experience stretched out his hand in the white shirt from the quilt...

Looking at the glass shards on the ground, Dai Fei didn't clean it up immediately, but remembered that once because he was too absorbed in reading the materials, he accidentally missed the cup handed over by Meng Lei, and it fell to the ground and shattered.Meng Lei pulled his hand nervously to see if he was injured, and after confirming that he was not scratched, he went to get adhesive tape to wrap the debris on the ground together.

Dai Fei rummaged around in the house, but couldn't find any adhesive tape. Looking at the shards of glass all over the place, Dai Fei thought about it, took the key, and prepared to go downstairs to buy it.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Meng Lei standing against the wall at the door. I don't know how long he had been standing there. The navy blue coat was stained with white dust that had started to peel off due to the poor decoration. The cold wind was blowing a little messy, and the tightly pursed lips were already slightly purple.

As if he didn't expect Dai Fei to come out, Meng Lei's figure standing against the wall swayed slightly, and then saw the white shirt Dai Fei was wearing, and stepped forward quickly, took off his coat and wrapped it around Dai Fei.

Dai Fei was stopped by Meng Lei's sudden move, he didn't speak or refuse, he just stood there and let Meng Lei take off his coat and gave it to him.

When Meng Lei pursed his lips to speak, Dai Fei walked towards the elevator without raising his eyes, and reached out to press the button.

When Dai Fei and Zhang Feng chose to live here, it was because although it was a residence for outsiders struggling at the bottom of the society, she used some small details to make this affordable house a delicate and clean one. Commercial housing with a little petty bourgeoisie atmosphere.

Dai Fei likes to live in high-rise buildings, because it is convenient to have elevators. He usually does not go out even when he is taking a break. Living on a high-rise building, watching the flickering lights from the nearby low-rise buildings always fills his heart.

The house was built many years ago. With the influx of foreigners, the landlord gritted his teeth and asked relatives and friends to borrow a sum of money to remodel the layout. Up to the sixteenth floor, the stairs were upgraded to elevators.

I don’t know if it’s to save costs. The overall decoration of the house is nothing special, and the walls are all rough and dusty white powder walls. However, the walls of the elevator going up and down are made of glass refracted on all sides. The mirror surface, compared with the shabby ones in the aisle, is somewhat of a psychological illusion of struggling from rough linen to the pinnacle of life. Dai Fei used to joke with Zhang Feng that they were experiencing the role switching between wealthy businessmen and civilians between entering and exiting.

Since the four sides are surrounded by mirror walls with excellent visibility, when Dai Fei usually steps on the door to go out, he can use the time when the elevator descends to quickly sort out his crooked hair and clothes in front of the mirror.

After Dai Fei got into the elevator, he didn't arrange his messy hair because he was curled up in the quilt for a long time, and he didn't even look in the mirror. He just reached out and pressed the button for the floor, and then stood quietly against the wall. Looking at the word 1 circled with red light.

Meng Lei has been watching Dai Fei silently, watching him enter the elevator, watching him press the floor, watching his eyes looking at the numbers...

The pair of well-knit hands hanging by the side squeezed and loosened, but they still didn't move at all, just stood aside and stared at the dazed person.

Dai Fei lives on the 12th floor. The elevator that usually lands quickly seems to be extremely slow today. I don’t know if it’s because the small square is too quiet. The breathing and heartbeat of the two of them can be clearly heard in the closed environment... …

Meng Lei's tall and straight figure stood near the door, and the faint grassy breath was about to envelop the person leaning on the floor button, followed by a "ding", the cold air outside the elevator and the sudden sound of arrival It woke up the person who was in a daze, and also threw away the air current between the two people that was about to intersect and merge...

The convenience store downstairs was too small, so Meng Lei stood at the door and looked at Dai Fei.

Look at him telling the boss that he wants a roll of adhesive tape with the corner of his mouth hooked, look at the smile he showed when he turned around and went back because the boss said that he didn't take the things and didn't get the change...

Meng Lei kept walking behind Dai Fei, and the young girl next door who just came back from overtime said hello to Dai Fei, and then saw Meng Lei standing behind Dai Fei, her eyes lit up: "Brother Xiao Fei, this is you Friend? Oh my god, he's so tall and handsome!"

Dai Fei smiled at his nympho neighbor, turned around and opened the door to enter the house.

Dai Fei just walked ahead silently, without turning around to close the door, without speaking, and let Meng Lei follow him into the room.

Looking at the mess in the bedroom, Meng Lei stared at Dai Fei's Danfeng eyes shrinking in vain, bit his cheek, grabbed the tape that Dai Fei was about to stick to the broken glass without saying a word, and moved the glass shards all over the floor. Wrapped up.

Dai Fei stood beside Meng Lei and watched him wrap up all the glass shards, and then he went to clean up the papers that fell on the ground.

After a while, Dai Fei suddenly said: "Qin Zixuan said that he and your sister have officially divorced."

Meng Lei was collecting papers scattered all over the floor. Hearing Dai Fei's words, he paused for a moment, then continued, and replied, "En."

Standing behind him, Dai Fei watched him close the windows and draw the curtains for him, put the paper materials that had fallen all over the floor into the file bag, and put the thick roll of adhesive tape wrapped with broken glass into the trash can, thinking, this person really He is quite outstanding, he is indeed the junior Fengyun who made all the seniors flock to him back then, but why didn't he recognize him...

After Meng Lei finished his work, he turned and looked at Dai Fei who was beside him, and Dai Fei saw himself inside through his pair of red phoenix eyes.

Looking at it, Dai Fei felt that the lights in the restaurant might be too bright during the day, which hurt his eyes so much that he couldn't see clearly now. His eyes became more and more painful, and his vision became more and more blurred. Dai Fei turned around and walked towards the door.

Before he had time to take a step, the feeling of dizziness hit, Meng Lei behind him rushed forward and hugged Dai Fei, and said nervously: "Brother..."

Hearing this address, Dai Fei pushed Meng Lei away, took a breath before saying, "I'll go and turn on the light."

After Meng Lei heard this sentence, he immediately grabbed Dai Fei's hand and pulled him into his arms. After a long time, he said with difficulty in a hoarse voice: No need. "

Listening to the strong heartbeat in his ears, Dai Fei thought to himself, the blood flowing here is similar to that of a hero, but I seem to be just a refugee...

Dai Fei didn't push Meng Lei away, his voice was very clear in the quiet room: "Your plan has failed."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the heartbeat in front of my chest suddenly stopped for a few seconds, and then Meng Lei's extremely hoarse voice came over: "You... are not my plan."

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Meng Lei's body temperature made Dai Fei feel that he was still very cold, so he stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "Sorry, I don't have heating in my house, it may be a little cold, it's too late, I'm going to bed, so I will I won't send you off."

Meng Lei squeezed his palms: "I'll be right here with you."

Dai Fei looked at the quilt on the bed, and said in a daze, "I'm sorry, I don't think I have the influence to make Qin Zixuan agree to remarry."

Meng Lei grabbed Dai Fei's hand suddenly: "No one, no plan, I never..."

"It turns out that it's not just girls who can change. I didn't even recognize you as the Fengyun junior back then..." Dai Fei muttered to himself.

Meng Lei's usual restrained voice was stained with a strong nasal voice: "I'm sorry... I was..."

Dai Fei interrupted Meng Lei: "Why? Your family is so rich, and the Cao family is so powerful, why are you competing with me, a poor kid?"

Dai Fei's voice at this time seemed to be scratched by something, and his vocal cords were torn.

Meng Lei looked at him with a painful expression: "I..."

"Oh, come to think of it, I was at fault first, and you all stole the test papers just to annoy the teacher, I shouldn't have exposed you, I shouldn't have done that, it's human nature for you to take revenge on me, I can't blame you, huh... …yes, it’s not your fault…”

Meng Lei suddenly embraced Dai Fei: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Dai Fei still looked at the bed like that, with dull eyes: "I don't blame you, that's how the little story given to me by the gods was made up."

It's so cold, I really want to sleep...

Dai Fei didn't push Meng Lei away immediately, but looked up at him, and stabbed Meng Lei with a smile on his face. Through the close skin of the two, the two hugging people felt pain all over their bodies...

Feeling a little uncomfortable all over, Dai Fei pushed Meng Lei away: "I have a lot of important information in my computer, can you please ask your driver to deliver it for me tomorrow?"

"Oh, I have transferred the rent here to Qingyu."

Before Meng Lei could speak, Dai Fei rubbed his eyes: "I'm a little sleepy, I'm sorry, I really can't see you off, please help me close the door when I go out later, thank you."

Meng Lei looked into his eyes, grabbed Dai Fei's hand and embedded it firmly into his flesh and blood, as if he wanted Dai Fei to frown because of his strength.

Dai Fei still had a smile on his face, as if Meng Lei's sudden increased strength was not grabbing him, his smiling eyes were almost invisible and the corners of his mouth were still curling up.

Meng Lei stretched out his hand to cover Dai Fei's eyes: "I... let's go, you... stop laughing."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Dai Fei put the coat that Meng Lei had not taken away on the sofa in the living room, then climbed into bed and got under the covers, using this small corner to drive away the swelling in his facial muscles. all the soreness...