When Zhan Jin called, Jiang Chen Yuzheng and Pan Yunxi were together.

The lights flickered in the corridor of the dilapidated floor, and the door was ajar. Jiang Chen met Pan Yunxi in the living room of Pan Yunxi's house. Pan Yunxi was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, her nose red, and there was a pink envelope on the table.

"What should I do?" Pan Yunxi said, "I...I didn't know he actually..."

Jiang Chenyu stood beside him, frowning at the love letter on the table. He didn't say anything for a while. Pan Yunxi babbled, "I should listen to you, Ayu, please help me return it, I..."

When Jiang Chen's cell phone rang, he took it out and saw the two letters "zj" displayed on the screen. He subconsciously avoided Pan Yunxi.

Zhan Jin rarely called him, and mostly sent him messages.

"I'll take a call." He walked to the side and asked Zhan Jin over there what was going on.

Pan Yunxi looked at his back as he walked out, "Ayu, whose phone number is it?"

Jiang Chenyu turned his head.

"Jiang Chenyu."

The phone was pressed against his ear, and Zhan Jin's voice reached his ears, whispering against his ears. The sound was not loud, but it made his ears numb.

He licked his lips and couldn't help but take the phone a little further away, but after a few seconds when he didn't hear him speaking, he put the phone over again.

The moment he came over, he heard Zhan Jin on the other end say: "My hand hurts."

"Hands hurt?" Jiang Chenyu frowned. It had been raining for the past two days, so he might catch a cold.

Zhan Jin said "hmm", and the voice on the phone sounded out of breath, and his tone was different from usual.

Jiang Chenyu opened the door and walked out of the room, standing in the corridor, whispering some relief methods and asking him not to press the button randomly.

"Are you free tonight?" Zhan Jin said, "I have difficulty with one hand."

"I..." Jiang Chen paused when he heard the words, "I have something to do."

It was getting late, and it was already dark outside. After finishing the phone call in a daze, Jiang Chenyu hung up the phone and watched as the screen of his phone went black. The lights in the corridor cast a small aperture on the black screen of his phone.

After a while, he raised his hand and rubbed the red earlobe on his right side. The numbness from the electric current was still there.

I have used the mobile phone for many years and the quality seems to be not very good.

Leakage.

The phone buzzed and a text message was sent, briefly attaching a detailed address, down to the house number.

【Jiang Chen meets:?】

【zj:Where I live.】

In the room, Pan Yunxi was sitting on the sofa, eyes lowered and biting his fingertips. The soundproofing of the house was not good. He could hear Jiang Chenyu talking on the phone outside, but he couldn't hear what he was saying specifically.

It was quiet outside for a while before Jiang Chenyu pushed the door open and entered.

He picked up his coat on the sofa and said, "I'm going out."

"Where to go?" Pan Yunxi asked immediately.

Jiang Chenyu: "Something's wrong."

Pan Yunxi pursed her lips. She had known him for so long and knew what he didn't want to say. Even if she asked him, she wouldn't tell him, "Can you... stay with me tonight?"

Jiang Chenyu was carrying his clothes, his steps stagnant, his phone vibrated again, and he looked down.

【zj: I'm at home alone. 】

*

Zhan Jin leaned back in his chair and raised his hand to read the message sent on his mobile phone. There was no reply from the other party until the screen of the mobile phone was turned off. He threw the mobile phone on the table and took out the towel on the back of his neck.

Wiping his hair, after a while, he closed his eyes, raised his head, covered his face with a towel, and rolled the clean and slender Adam's apple on his neck.

He remembered the voice he heard vaguely on the phone.

The tumbling thoughts gradually calmed down, and I felt the impulse just now more clearly.

this late……

He probably won't come over.

Crazy.

Zhan Jin chuckled and pulled the towel off his face.

What are you doing?

At night, the evening wind blew through the young man's hair, and the bicycle passed the street lights one after another. The traffic on the motorway nearby was constantly passing by, bringing with it the sound of wind.

Jiang Chenyu was holding the handlebars of his bicycle, and his coat that was not pulled up was blown up by the wind. He was wearing thin clothes, but he did not feel any cold, on the contrary, it was still very hot. His mind kept thinking about what Pan Yunxi had said to him before.

if.

"Ayu, Zhan Jin is also that kind of person, don't you know?"

The "kind of person" Pan Yunxi refers to is the sports student who sent him a love letter, and he knows Zhan Jin is the same.

He said many people knew about it.

Jiang Chenyu thought it was a secret, but it was actually an open secret.

It was rumored that Zhan Jin would make appointments with people on some software. Pan Yunxi accidentally said that he had seen the messages on Zhan Jin's mobile phone when he and Zhan Jin were at the same table.

Jiang Chenyu couldn't remember what software it was. His brain was like a ball of yarn tangled together, with no clue and it was a mess.

The wind blew across his face. He stepped on the bicycle pedal and almost ran through the traffic light. The car horn beeped. He tightened the brakes and came to a sudden stop. He put his legs on the ground and gasped lightly.

He suddenly remembered the time when he met his desk clerk at the ramen restaurant at noon that day. The desk clerk and Zhan Jin seemed to have a good relationship. They were often seen playing together. If others had something to do, they couldn't find Zhan Jin.

I also asked him to convey it to the front desk.

At this moment, Jiang Chenyu had completely forgotten the fact that he was a stern person in school and others did not dare to let him help easily.

His brain could no longer process too complex information, and he could only remember seeing them at the ramen restaurant that day at the front desk, seeing Zhan Jin eating noodles with others, and saying "eat alone" and "get a fresh taste".

Then Zhan Jin made an appointment on the software.

Then he thought of Zhan Jin's hint of sending him his home address.

What's the meaning?

Damn it.

Me! Fuck!

He is a straight man and not a fool!

When he came to his senses, he heard a mechanical female voice coming from his cell phone.

"You have arrived near your destination, this navigation is over..."

Jiang Chenyu's legs were pressed against the ground, and he stood there in confusion for a while. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened it and looked at the map. He got off the bicycle and pushed the bicycle with one hand.

This neighborhood was not quiet at night. There were people walking their dogs and children in the park downstairs. He walked around twice in circles downstairs and found a parking space. On the way, he heard square dance music coming from the square not far away.

, walked around and returned to the front of Building A-8.

He looked up at the building, gritted his teeth, and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

…

"Ding dong".

Zhan Jin was finishing his questions when he heard the doorbell. There were test papers and questions spread out on the table. He was listening to English with an earphone. When the doorbell rang, he took off the earphone to confirm before getting up and walking out.

When he opened the door and saw the person outside, he was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Chenyu's hair was messy, his hands were in his coat pockets, and his coat was open, his eyes were half drooped, and he looked at him sadly, very individual and taut.

He looked at Zhan Jin's stunned look and glanced away unnaturally, "Then what, doesn't your hand hurt?"

Zhan Jin: "Ah..."

The weather has not been good these two days, and it is true that my hands hurt, but the text messages that followed were just to tease him, and I didn't expect him to actually come over.

He turned sideways and let Jiang Chenyu come in. He bent down and took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him and put them on the floor. "How did you get up here?"

Jiang Chenyu: "I took the elevator up."

Zhan Jin couldn't help laughing, leaning to the side to watch him change his shoes, and asked him to call him first next time he came.

Jiang Chenyu wanted to say if there was anything he could do next time.

After a few seconds, his reflex arc slowly received Zhan Jin's previous question. This building has access control, and you can't get in without an access control card.

He straightened up, cleared his throat, and said, "When someone went out, I came in."

He followed Zhan Jin into the living room. The living room was clean and tidy. There were a few T-shirts and pillows on the sofa. It was true that Zhan Jin was the only one in the house, so it was a bit empty and quiet.

Only then did Jiang Chenyu notice the home clothes Zhan Jin was wearing.

He has seen Zhan Jin wearing school uniforms the most. The zippers of the school uniforms are neatly zipped, and he is generally very neat when dressed outside. Even if he is dressed casually, he feels very neat, neat, and upright.

It is the kind that elder teachers like most.

At this moment, he was wearing a loose T-shirt with a large collar, half of his collarbone was exposed, and his hair was not as elegant as usual, hanging half wet on his forehead. There was an aura of ease about him in this space.
To be continued...