Play Nice

Chapter 327: Gentleness in the middle of the night (one more)
"When did you come back?"

Jing Zhao held a bag for supper in his hand: "An hour ago."

Chen Yedu asked him, "Is there a cigarette?"

"No."

Chen Yedu continued to stand.

It was very late, the neon lights of the city were going to sleep, and there were only a few scattered lights in the community.

"Not going up?" Jing Zhao knew who he was here for.

"She shouldn't want to see me."

At this time, tobacco, alcohol, and sleeping pills are the most effective. Chen Yedu has given up sleeping pills for several days.

"Jing Zhao, come with me for a drink."

Jing Zhao suggested, "Go to my house."

Chen Yedu followed him into the community.

in the elevator.

Jing Zhao gave Chen Yedu the key: "1803."

When the elevator reached the eighteenth floor, Jing Zhao didn't get off the elevator: "I want to go to the nineteenth floor first, wait for me for a few minutes."

Chen Yedu got off the elevator first.

Jing Zhao went to Shang Ling Ling.

She just finished blowing her head: "Where have you been? Forgot to bring your mobile phone."

Jing Zhao put down the bag in his hand: "Going to buy supper."

The suitcase has not been sorted yet.

The business leader got off the plane and said that he wanted to eat sixty-nine. Jing held the car and drove half a city to buy it.

She's still jet lag, not sleepy: "There should be cold beer in the fridge." She went to get the beer.

Jing Zhao grabbed her: "Chen Ye has come over, I want to go down and talk to him."

She deliberately raised her face with a serious look: "I and Chen Yedu fell into the water at the same time, who do you save first?"

Jing Zhao said, "You."

She smiled, really coaxing: "Go ahead."

Jing Zhao instructed: "It's too late, don't drink too much ice wine."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao closed the door and went to the eighteenth floor. The door of 1803 was open, and Chen Yedu sat on the sofa in a daze.

Jing Zhao went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Chen Yedu poured himself: "Have you and Zhou Ziheng been in contact with each other a lot?"

"not much."

Jing Zhao and Zhou Ziheng had only met a few times.

"In your opinion, what kind of person is he?"

If someone else asked, Jing Zhao wouldn't judge it casually, it was Chen Yedu, so it didn't matter.

He thought for a moment: "Not very smart people." Every time the cliché was so obvious.

Chen Yedu smiled: "He is still young."

Ziheng was only 14 years old when he was split, and the Chen family never gave him a chance to contact the world. He was confined for four years and "prisoned" for 12 years. Seriously, Ziheng is still just a teenager.

"He shouldn't be your brother." Jing Zhao took a sip of wine, "Who is he?"

Chen Yedu looked out the window, his eyes were dark and gloomy: "He is me, I used to be." I used to be like a blazing sun.

Jing Zhao did not continue to ask, and the result was not far from what he had guessed.

"Jing Zhao." Chen Yedu put down his glass, "Take a picture of me."

"Now?"

"Ah."

"Why do you suddenly want to take pictures?"

Chen Yedu said: "I just wanted to shoot suddenly."

Jing Zhao went to get the camera and turned on the lights in the living room: "How do you want to shoot?"

Chen Yedu suddenly sat upright: "Just shoot like this."

Jing Zhao has taken many photos, and this pose is usually used to take ID photos, as well as posthumous photos.

Chen Yedu, many people who don't like to laugh, actually looked at the camera and laughed.

Jing Zhao pressed the shutter.

"Go back and send me the photo."

Jing Zhao put the camera aside and didn't answer.

"Why isn't your wine intoxicating?" Chen Yedu picked up the bottle and read the English on it.

The original wine in the bottle was taken by Jinghedong for cooking, and now it contains the health wine made by Jinghedong himself.

Jing Zhao took a sip, and the warm wine was not too strong for his throat: "It is soaked in traditional Chinese medicine, I heard that it is good for the body."

No wonder he wasn't drunk at all, Chen Yedu got up and said, "Let's go."

"Sleep here for one night and leave tomorrow."

He shook his head, grabbed his cloth bag and baseball bat, and went out alone.

When he came out of the community, he casually found a street lamp, squatted down, and called Chen Zhihui.

"Self-inflicted."

"It's me, Yedu."

Chen Zhihui asked, "Have you been to Huacheng?"

"Ah."

Chen Yedu raised his head, because the light was too dark, he couldn't find the floor where Qin Xiang lived.

"Auntie, help me with something."

"it is good."

"The media won't let the Chen family go easily. It doesn't matter how you write about me, don't mention them."

The media will not empathize with victims, they only need topics and traffic.

Chen Zhihui also considered this question: "Qin Xiang, who else?"

Chen Yedu has been slowly remembering something recently.

"There is another girl, her name is Guan Shanshan."

She was sent to Chen's house by her parents, and it didn't take long, but fortunately she escaped.

Chen Yedu raised his head, did not look at the moonlight, and was looking for Qin Xiang's window.

"I want to live with you like this

to a remote village
If you don't mind, you can come to me too
I want to plant sunflowers and roses with you

I want to drape the sunset and autumn wind with you

Toggle the globe in your room to see oceans, ridges
you talk to yourself in your room
Breathe out light blue

Occasionally miss the girl with red sleeves and fragrance in the past
I warm wine on the balcony, waiting for you. "

The door was pushed open.

Jing Zhao stood at the door: "Leader, it's time for you to sleep."

Shang Lingling was broadcasting live, and she put down the poetry collection in her hand: "Everyone, good night."

Good night, insomniac listeners.

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　　Poem from Yu Xiuhua's "I Want to Live With You Like This"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)