The simple and exquisite dinner was served on the dining table. He Cheng swept the crystal residue in front of Chu Xingyun to the side and said like a virtuous wife: "Eat."

Chu Xingyun poured two glasses of white wine, held it up and smiled and said, "Touch it."

A light sound was heard from the glass cups, and a dinner that was hard to come by and after several setbacks was lit in the dark candlelight. Chu Xingyun had eaten Western food many times, but he still couldn't make it easy to make a knife and fork. The sound of the knife slashing on the bottom of the plate was as shrill as if he was not eating steak, but a plate.

He Cheng frowned and raised his hand to take the steak away. He cut the steak slowly, elegantly and neatly like a natural British aristocrat.

Chu Xingyun suddenly felt that his anger was a little weird at this moment, such as the few incense candles placed on both sides, the lyrical piano music being played, and He Cheng, who was helping him cut steak at this time.

He Cheng was wearing a plain home clothes, his collar was a little low, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his thin bangs were gently placed on his forehead. The glasses on his face did not appear cold and alienated because there was no direct light. His quiet and gentle appearance made Chu Xingyun feel a little unfamiliar, and he was also familiar with him for a long time.

Once the thoughts penetrate into the depths of memory, it is like a wisp of wind exploring into a cave, boundless and bottomless. In the depths of the cave that he cannot see, there will always be a little boy waiting at the bottom of the cave, waiting for him.

At this time, the little boy was sitting opposite him, less than half a meter away from him, celebrating his birthday and cutting steak for him. All this made Chu Xingyun feel dazed. He looked at He Cheng's face that was blurred out of the outline under the dark light, as if he would raise a childish and handsome face at any time, smile at him, pulling the corner of his clothes, and shouting: "Brother..."

The little boy named his brother has been left deep in the cave forever. At this time, He Cheng cut the steak into small even squares and brought the plate back to him: "Take it yourself with chopsticks."

Chu Xingyun stood up and walked to the kitchen closet to take a pair of chopsticks. He came back to sit down. He saw him adding vinegar to the 'vegetarian food' and deliberately picked up a piece of beef and sent it to his lips as if he was provoking him: "Bodhisattva, come and taste the fireworks in the world."

He Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him with a chill.

Chu Xingyun put the beef in front of him again as if he was funny: "Be obedient, just eat this part."

He Cheng looked at him silently for a moment, with a smile on his lips spreading, although he didn't look aggressive like he was when he was wearing a suit and combing his hair back, but his characteristics were dangerous. Even with the blessing of his appearance, he looked like a prince with a bad intention and secretly ulterior motive. He said, "Want me to eat meat?"

Chu Xingyun's face was much calmer, and he looked at him calmly and said, "You have to pass this."

He Cheng pressed his arms on the table, leaned forward on his upper body, but avoided his hand that was stretching over. The low voice was like the candlelight swaying on the table, burning, but careful.

"It's not easy to pass, you have to help me."

“……How do you want me to help you?”

"Come here, I'll tell you."

At this time, Chu Xingyun was like Tang Monk who was fascinated by a passing monster. He learned to be like him without any defense with kindness, and leaned over and was led into the cave by the monster. He realized that he was cheated...

He Cheng grabbed the collar of his coat and made it difficult for him to retreat. The two of them almost touched their foreheads and were very close. Because He Cheng was taller than him, his aura was more dangerous and more aggressive than him, so he was almost surrounded by his territory with an overwhelming aura.

He Cheng whispered in his ear: "You have to sacrifice yourself, Elder Tang."

As if a demonic wind blew into the ear porch, Chu Xingyun suddenly retreated as if he was pushed. Because the force was too strong, the person and the chair were overturned by himself. With a whistle, he fell on the floor with a loud bang, covered his waist and sucked several breaths of air conditioning.

He Cheng witnessed his tragic appearance with his own eyes. Not only did he not help, he was also watching a joke. He pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his hands and said, "Come on? Call an ambulance for you?"

The two cats arrived at him in time, meowing as if they were crying. Chu Xingyun felt very sad, as if he had seen his old age life, lonely and miserable. Even if he died, He Cheng, the bastard, would not collect his body for him, but would only stand aside and watch the fun.

As soon as he got up, he heard the phone on the dining table ringing, and the caller ID was Yang Shu.

Just now, he sent a text message to Yang Shu when he was carrying the cake upstairs, apologizing to her, saying that he could not watch the drama with her if he had something to do. Yang Shu didn't reply to his text message at that time, and he was not sure if Yang Shu was angry with him. Now that she called the phone, Chu Xingyun was a little confused. First, he was really not good at coaxing girls, and second, his situation was really awkward. What if Yang Shu asked him why he didn't go to the appointment, he said that because a big monster caught him in the cave, he insisted on celebrating his birthday?

Seeing his difficult face, the big demon guessed who called him. He picked up a piece of mushroom slowly and asked knowingly: "Do you Yang Shu? Call me here to have dinner together. What do she like to eat? I'll help her."

As he said that he picked up his phone and wanted to dial, Chu Xingyun rushed to him two or three steps when he saw that the situation was not good. He ran hard and almost stretched his muscles again. He covered his waist and took a few breaths of air conditioning. Then he grabbed He Cheng's wrist and said, "Ancestor, can you calm down for a while?"

He Cheng put down his cell phone and looked up at him, as if he was a joke: "Then sit down and have a good meal. According to your current physical condition, what else can you do even if you run out to date her?"

Chu Xingyun was speechlessly blocked by him, and was made of a big headache by the ringtone in his hand. He simply turned off the machine and threw it aside. He took out a few bottles of wine from the wine cabinet and said in a hurry: "It's hard for you to respect me for my birthday. I won't be comfortable with you tonight. I'm sorry, are you? Drink it, let's talk about it after drinking it!"

The wine cabinet that He Cheng had always existed for showing off finally came into use that night. His wine cabinet was empty. At three or four o'clock in the second half of the night, Chu Xingyun was drunk and became drunk. He grabbed Daman and insisted on applying cake butter to his fat face. He also gave orders to two confused cats like a police dog. Sit down! Leave! Don't move! Step in one go... walk!

He Cheng only drank two and a half glasses of white wine, sat awake and sat on the single sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window, and took a picture of his training cat with his mobile phone.

After Chu Xingyun scared away the two cats, he held his head and looked around: "Where are people? Where are they? People..."

He was indeed drunk, so high that he couldn't even tell the difference between species and shapes. Seeing He Cheng sitting on the sofa holding his cell phone and not knowing how to take pictures, he walked towards him shakingly, bent down and supported his hands on the armrest of the chair. His drunken pupils were as black as two pieces of diluted ink. He seemed to have not recognized whether the face in front of him was a human or a cat, staring straight into He Cheng's eyes for a long time before saying, "He Cheng?"

He Cheng threw his cell phone aside, held his forehead and looked up at him leisurely: "Hmm?"

Chu Xingyun looked at his face and suddenly sighed: "I have to apologize to you."

As he said that, he stood up straight, greeted a standard military salute, and said with a strong force: "I'm sorry!"

His voice was so loud that the two cats hiding under the sofa rushed out like mice passing by, and ran away again in a blink of an eye.

He Cheng was very calm, at least he looked very calm, but his eyes were a little empty. It took him a while to turn his eyes back on him.

Chu Xingyun sat on the carpet at his feet, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, tilting his head and closing his eyes. He seemed to have a headache after drinking too much, and was frowning and pinching his eyebrows.

"You need to explain to me."

He Cheng said so.

Chu Xingyun supported his head and raised half of his eyelids to look at him, and asked blankly as if he had amnesia: "What are you explaining?"

He Cheng suddenly left the sofa, sat cross-legged on the street stall, and made a gesture of talking all night, his tone became a little tough: "Explant why you chose to take He Ying away back then, but didn't take me away."

Chu Xingyun suddenly stopped moving, and he was silent with his head down, making it difficult for people to see whether he was drunk or awake at this time. Only his eyebrows were locked deeper and deeper, as if he was the top scholar in Jincai, but he was defeated by the exam, feeling ashamed and unable to escape...

This question has always existed and has been avoided by them. He Cheng was arrogant and refused to ask, and Chu Xingyun felt guilty and did not dare to mention it. For so many years, he was like a fish bone in his throat. Time softened this layer of ginger like aged vinegar, but it could not be allowed to disappear. It was always rooted in He Cheng's heart, making him unable to swallow it or forget it. Today, he asked it with the intention of drinking, or with Chu Xingyun's drinking. As soon as he said this, an indescribable pleasure suddenly surged in his heart, which seemed to be... the pleasure of revenge.

"... Say, I know you're still awake."

Chu Xingyun opened his eyes to look at him, and his eyes touched his face. He ran away in a hurry as if he was thrown into a charcoal fire. He tilted his head to the side and covered his face with his arms, and said almost indifferently: "Because you are sick."

He Cheng:......

He was stunned for a while before he realized that Chu Xingyun was not scolding him, but was stating the facts.

He Cheng looked at the back of his head that had turned ninety degrees to the left, and a very intense feeling suddenly surged in his chest. A look of anger or a smile appeared on his face. He clenched his fists tightly, but the light in his eyes was soft and unremarkable. His tone was aggressive, but there was a deep laugh quietly floating in his chest.

"Ha, are you afraid that I will die in the heavy snow after running out with you?"

Chu Xingyun was even more unable to raise his head when asked, so he simply buried his head in his arms, like an ostrich who was in danger of refuge, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm afraid."

He Cheng was like a hydrogen balloon that had been stabbed with a needle. The fire gradually went out and the air gradually spread. From the sky that had been twisted and turned thousands of times, it bypassed the white water of the Black Mountains, quietly and safely landed...

Chu Xingyun seemed to have used a move to him, or used softening and hardness to hit him in the heart with a move to transform bones, leaving him with no strength left.

He Cheng couldn't raise his head and didn't know how to face him. He buried his head deeply, and supported his palms horizontally on his forehead to block his eyes. The blood floating on his ears and neck became deeper and deeper. After a long time of silence, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Chu Xingyun. His eyes were nailed to the top of his arms like two grab hooks. A layer of wet red light floated in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fart... You have been deliberately avoiding me. Before New Year's Eve, you avoided me and moved out of my room. Do you think I have forgotten?"

No one answered him. Chu Xingyun didn't say a word as if he was asleep. He Cheng went to grab his shoulder. Unexpectedly, when he touched him, he fell to the side on the carpet, and then a steady and orderly breathing sounded.

He Cheng's face was very smelly. He hesitated for a while on whether to get a basin of cold water to wake him up, which was so bad that he had no friends. He thought that today was his birthday, so he saved a basin of water. He pulled him up with a blue face and held him on his shoulders. He climbed up to the second floor and threw him on his bedroom bed. In order to make him sleep more comfortable, he changed his clothes and then shook the quilt and threw it on him.

After doing all this, He Cheng stood beside the bed and stared at him fiercely, feeling that he was such a great saint. Not only did he not throw his window, he also took off his shoes and changed his clothes to serve him to sleep. What's abominable is that this bastard doesn't know it and doesn't appreciate it. It's really a damn stone in a pit.

He Cheng felt so heartbroken when he looked at him again, especially when he turned around and thought that he had been facing this human-shaped stone sculpture for more than 20 years. He Cheng didn't know how long it would take to face the day when the iron tree would bloom. He Cheng made his hatred so much that he wanted to cover him with a pillow. You're done with me and I'm done!

I remembered Chu Xingyun's stupid but unaware of the metaphor that their relationship was a relationship between gold and jade. He Cheng ignored him at that time and smiled faintly and perfunctorily. Now, when I think about it, people really want to grab his collar and roar: Who the hell is having a relationship with gold and jade? I'm waiting for a relationship between gold and stone!

Before he lost his mind and died with Chu Xingyun, he turned off the lights in the bedroom and walked out, then took a shower, and fell asleep in the room downstairs.

When he opened his eyes the next day, Chu Xingyun found himself lying in He Cheng's room. He was the only one on the bed more than two meters wide, and his clothes had been changed... This is not the point, the point is that he was broken and he couldn't remember what happened last night. He only remembered that he drank a lot of wine, which caused him to feel the consequences of a hangover when he opened his eyes in the morning.

He lifted the quilt and stepped on the carpet with bare feet, opened the bedroom door and walked to the guardrail on the second floor to look down. He Cheng had already changed into formal clothes and returned to his body. He was sitting in the restaurant, rubbing dry cream on Xiaoman's beard with a wet tissue. Xiaoman squatted on the dining table like an angry little wife, drooping with a depressed and depressed look on his face. Daman lay on the side, holding a white cream and bread slags, still heartbroken to gnaw on the toys.

Chu Xingyun walked down the stairs with his head in his arms and asked dizzyly: "Did you throw them into the cake?"

He Cheng glanced at him: "You don't know what you did last night?"

Chu Xingyun: "...I really forgot." He said and pointed to the two cats: "I did it?"

He Cheng threw the wet tissue into the trash can, raised his legs, and looked at him leisurely: "What else?"

Chu Xingyun is not much better than an amnesia person now, and asked ignorantly: "What else?"

He Cheng narrowed his eyes, pushed the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and said seriously: "Did you forget?"

Chu Xingyun knew very well that he had bad wine and could do anything ridiculous when he drank too much. The most overwhelming time was when he had a meal at the end of last year. He drank high and forced all the orders of customers in the store that night, but no one could stop him. The next day, he woke up and saw the bank payment text message and almost collapsed.

So he was very confused now, and looked at He Cheng in a slight sense of mind, and asked carefully: "What am I doing?"

He Cheng watched him jump into the pit, curled his lips and his eyes were shining, like a fox that led his prey into the cave, and he talked lies with his eyes open: "Last night, you called everyone on your phone to come out and said that you don't like women, but men. Who is that person or me... have you forgotten?"

If Chu Xingyun could see his current face, he could see the greatest embarrassment in the human facial expressions on his face. Two big words were written on the whole face: Damn!

The person who is killed or buried is left with a light breeze and drizzle, and waves his hand to go, regardless of the fact that someone is being struck by lightning.

"Oh, by the way."

He Cheng held the handrail of the door and opened the door and stopped, turned around and said to him, "You asked Yang Shu not to contact you anymore. I advise you not to call her for the time being to explain. She should not want to see you or hear your voice in the near future."

The gloating in He Cheng's tone was too obvious, so it was so obvious that he couldn't control himself laughing outside the door before he could close the door. Chu Xingyun could even hear him whistling.

Chu Xingyun found his cell phone with a gray and decayed face that seemed to have used his kidneys too much and turned on it uneasy. Sure enough, he saw several missed answers, which seemed to indirectly confirm what He Cheng said. Last night, he did cut off his last half of his life.

The five or six missed answers were all called by Fu Yi. He didn't dare to neglect the missed answers from his own deputy team. Chu Xingyun quickly dragged his head to call back the phone, ready to meet the storm. Fu Yi quickly answered it. His words were indeed comparable to the storm, but it was another matter.
Chapter completed!