sinovels Chapter 105 Where Do I Sleep?
Chapter 105 Where Do I Sleep?
"Don't burn your belly until it gets old, Le'er," Cheng Yi told Weng Yu while chatting, "It won't taste good if it gets hot, you can't chew it."
"Don't worry." Pei Le replied.
A few people ate, drank, laughed and chatted, and even Zhao Ritian talked more after a few glasses of wine. At around nine o'clock, someone set off fireworks in the town, buzzing—boom!
It's the Chinese New Year, and this is the feeling of the Chinese New Year.
Halfway through the meal, all four of us went out to watch the fireworks.
Fireworks and firecrackers are banned in the city, and this kind of scene can only be seen in this small place. Speaking of which, they have not seriously watched fireworks for many years.
At the moment when the fireworks exploded in the night sky, Pei Le reached out and put his arms around Cheng Yi's shoulders, and Cheng Yi also reached out and patted Pei Le's hand, which was then pulled into his hand by Pei Le.
Once upon a time, they also experienced this kind of scene together in the yard. Cheng Yi was squatting, smoking a cigarette, looking up at the fireworks in full bloom, with no expression on his face, just looking at them lightly, waiting for a cigarette After smoking, he turned and went back to the house.
"I haven't seen fireworks in 800 years," Weng Yu sighed. Over the past few years, when I was alone in a foreign country, I just stayed at home watching dramas or working during the Chinese New Year. When I was at home, I was either at the poker table or entertaining. There is a lot of people in the place, smoking and drinking are rampant, every time I go there not sober, and I go back not sober, it is really tiring.
"Then you are so pitiful." Xiao Zhao said very seriously.
Weng Yu felt that there was some strange magnetic interference between him and Zhao Ritian. He really didn't understand why Zhao Ritian was speechless every time he said something.
It's so pitiful... Weng Yu didn't think so, but when Zhao Ritian said it, he recalled the days he lived before. There was no shortage of money, no shortage of people, and everything. No, he really didn't think he was pitiful.
Regarding love, Weng Yu has never been obsessed with love. He stays with others when he can, and finds someone else when he can't. Maybe it's because he is used to this kind of life. Every time he sees Pei Le and Cheng Yi, Weng Yu feels that he is very alone. Compared with this, He looked really pitiful.
"Okay," Cheng Yi said, "let's all go back to the house and continue eating, it's cold outside."
There is no special decoration in Cheng Yi's place. Some other houses in the town have hung red lanterns, some have installed small lanterns, and window grilles have been pasted on the windows. Just here, he doesn't even bother to post couplets.
A few people eat and drink, and this year is over.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to buy some fireworks too. Let's set them off in the yard tomorrow night." Weng Yu said, "It's so lively, buy the big, expensive, and beautiful ones, and pull a cart."
Zhao Ritian nodded in agreement, Cheng Yi didn't say anything, only Pei Le clearly expressed his rejection.
"Aren't you going back?"
"Go back?" Weng Yu was surprised, "Where are we going back? All of us have been drinking, drunk driving during the Chinese New Year? You are playing too wildly, we can't do things that violate the law and discipline."
"You have so many friends, why don't you just call one to pick you up?" Pei Le proposed a solution.
"Am I in your way here?" Weng Yu hissed.
At this time, Cheng Yi remembered that Weng Yu had no objection to leaving him, but there was no such thing as a guest room in their house.
Usually, if someone sleeps here, the billiard table is a bed, but what about Weng Yu, a rich man, and Cheng Yi is not familiar with him, so this kind of hospitality is definitely not good.
Then... He and Pei Le slept on the pool table and let Weng Yu sleep in their room?
"We don't have a place for you to sleep here," Pei Le said.
……
Weng Yu's whole body was immediately numb, the place was quite big, if Cheng Yi's place was built two more floors, it would be a proper three-story small villa, but he didn't notice that there was only one bedroom here.
"You...wouldn't have lied to me because you were afraid that I would destroy your two-person world?" Weng Yu was dubious.
"No," Cheng Yi said, "He really didn't lie to you, it's just a bedroom and a bed."
"Damn it," Weng Yu held his forehead, "this is really...I really have to get someone to pick me up, otherwise I will have to sleep in the car all night."
At this time, Xiao Zhao tremblingly raised his little hand beside him.
When Cheng Yi saw it, he almost waved his hand and said, please tell your story.
"That... Actually, I can sleep at home." Xiao Zhao whispered.
Weng Yu felt that he had never been so bright since he was a child. He could get someone to pick him up. It's not too late now. It may take more than an hour to get home, but this year he has lived very comfortably and doesn't want to move. , and didn't want to go back to face the empty room, so it was true that he didn't want to go.
When Xiao Zhao said these words, he felt that his eyes had been blinded by the golden light on Xiao Zhao's body.
"Then what..." Weng Yu coughed lightly, pretending to be polite, "Won't it disturb your family?"
"No," Zhao Ritian shook his head, "My grandfather and I are the only two people in my family. My grandfather usually doesn't come back at night when he goes out to drink."
Weng Yu was taken aback for a moment, his lips moved, but he still didn't say anything.
He didn't know what he wanted to say, maybe he wanted to ask why there were only Xiao Zhao and his grandfather in Zhao Ritian's family who celebrated the Chinese New Year.
About half an hour later, I finished eating, drinking, and chatting enough, and the few of them were ready to wash up and go to bed.
Zhao Ritian's house is only 10 minutes away from Cheng Yi's billiards room, so there is no need to drive, and there is no place to park there, and Xiao Zhao's yard has a gate, so you can't drive in.
"It's so fucking cold." Weng Yu followed behind Zhao Ritian's buttocks, shrinking his neck.
"You don't wear too much," Xiao Zhao flashed on the flashlight, "The coat is not cold in the first place."
"Yes," Weng Yu said, "I seldom go out in winter, and I stay in the car when I go out. I can't move for a while even if I'm cold, and I don't have the awareness of knowing the cold or the heat."
"It's so pitiful," Zhao Ritian said.
The roads are all cement roads, and the two walked quickly, and arrived at Zhao Ritian's house in a short while.
Different from Cheng Yi's house, Zhao Ritian's house had two big red lanterns hanging on the courtyard gate, and couplets were posted beside the door.
Weng Yu took a look and followed Xiao Zhao in.
"I'll sleep in your house for a while, will you sleep in your grandfather's house?" Weng Yu asked.
"You sleep with me," Zhao Ritian said, "My grandfather won't let others touch his bed, and neither can I."
"Ah?" Weng Yu was stunned for a moment, Zhao Ritian had already turned on the light, and the bright light made Weng Yu's eyes flicker, he remembered that he told Xiao Zhao that he liked men, and a man who liked men slept with another man In addition, after drinking again, Weng Yu rubbed his hands to keep warm. He really didn't know whether Xiao Zhao was too straightforward or trusted him too much.
And he was quite surprised. At that time, Xiao Zhao's ears turned red when he got a little closer. He thought Xiao Zhao didn't like others approaching.
Because there are only two men living in Xiao Zhao’s house, the decoration of Xiao Zhao’s house is quite simple. There are two bedrooms on both sides of the living room. The kitchen is separate and not connected to this side. It may be for the convenience of the elderly. Both bedrooms have separate toilets .
"My bed is big enough to sleep in," Xiao Zhao turned on the air conditioner and glanced at Weng Yu, "...do you mind?"
"No, no, no..." Weng Yu has no obsession with cleanliness, and he is not particular about it. He is mainly afraid that Xiao Zhao will mind.
"Oh," Xiao Zhao nodded, "Do you take a bath?"
"Wash," Weng Yu said.
"My house doesn't have a bathtub, so I can only take a shower," Zhao Ritian said, "And you can't wear my pajamas, you can only sleep in a sweater."
"No problem," Weng Yu rejoiced that he had brought underwear, otherwise, given Xiao Zhao's figure, even if he was given a new pair of underwear, he wouldn't be able to wear them.
When Weng Yu took a bath, Xiao Zhao changed all the sheets and quilts. In fact, the bed had only been laid for two days, so there was no need to change it at all, but Zhao Ritian's first thought was to change it, maybe because he was afraid that Weng Yu would mind.
After finishing the things on the bed, Xiao Zhao took another quilt. He felt that Weng Yu was afraid of the cold. He noticed that Weng Yu was shaking all the time while watching the fireworks.
It was the first time for Xiao Zhao to pay attention to a person so subconsciously. It was still a man. He was a little at a loss. Come to pick him up, so he brought a strange man who likes men to his home.
Not long after, Weng Yu came out of the toilet covered in moisture.
The original sweater and pants were not changed.
"Hurry up and wash it too, while it's still hot inside, it's warm."
Zhao Ritian nodded and went to the toilet with his pajamas.
"Ah..." Weng Yu lay on the bed and sighed comfortably, "It's comfortable!"
Immediately afterwards, the sound of water came from the toilet. After listening to it for a while, Weng Yu charged up her mobile phone and leaned against the bedside to play with her mobile phone.
Playing around, Weng Yu's thinking went astray again. He took a shower and changed his underwear just now, but he hadn't had time to wash his underwear. Now his pure black flirty underwear should be on the shelf in the toilet.
It's still hanging, the kind you can see when you look up.
If he hadn’t told Xiao Zhao that he likes men, he would have thought nothing of it, but now he feels like something is wrong. In other people’s homes, personal things like underwear are hung in other people’s toilets in such a grandiose way. What does Xiao Zhao think when they meet for the first time?Don't you think he's a hooligan?
"Grass..." Weng Yu stretched out a hand and patted his forehead, "I drank too much wine."
About 10 minutes later, the sound of water stopped, and Weng Yu paid attention to the toilet door, but there was no movement.
After another 3 minutes, he felt that wearing clothes should be enough, but the sound of water suddenly reappeared in the toilet.
It may be that we stayed in the toilet for too long just now, and the air was not circulating. Weng Yu felt a little dizzy after a while. He closed his eyes and waited for a few minutes before opening them again. At this time, Xiao Zhao also came out of the toilet. Out.
"Did you finish washing?" Weng Yu asked.
"Well," Xiao Zhao nodded, not daring to look at Weng Yu, "I... saw your underwear hanging there, so I washed it conveniently."
"Huh?" Weng Yu immediately sat up straight.
"I just washed your underwear." Xiao Zhao said quickly, went to the window and pulled the curtains. Only then did Weng Yu realize that there was actually a small balcony dedicated to drying clothes outside. He moved his gaze to the small balcony. In Zhao's hand, he saw that his underwear was in the opponent's hand.
This is... too sweet, he thought Xiao Zhao couldn't understand him.
The clothes drying pole was a bit high, and Xiao Zhao was going to use the pole to support the clothes hanger to dry it up. After Weng Yu realized it, he walked over and stood behind Xiao Zhao and said, "Let me do it."
After speaking, he took the underwear from Xiao Zhao's hand, two pairs, one of which was Xiao Zhao's, and it was still yellow. Weng Yu almost didn't laugh in front of Xiao Zhao when he saw the pattern on it clearly. Thinking of it, a big man still wears underwear with an Ultraman pattern.