The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Chapter 50 [2015] Be Friends

Taoliu Town is located on the edge of the big river at the junction of the north and the south. According to the geographical location, it is counted as the south side. Naturally, there is no benefit of heating in the south. People rely on their integrity in winter.

On December [-]th, Taoliu Town ushered in the first heavy snowfall, the temperature approached minus five degrees Celsius, and there was a puff of water vapor in the air.

It's cold outside, and it's damp outside.

Yang Qing curled up in the quilt and didn't dare to move, for fear that the fortress of the quilt would reveal a hole and the cold air would take advantage of it.He heard the cock crowing outside in a daze, and guessed that the time should be six or seven o'clock.It was still early, he pulled up the corner of the quilt, covered himself tightly, and planned to sleep for a while.

At this time, it seemed as if a rooster was blocking his crowing in the phone, and the annoying good luck echoed in the room.

Yang Qing's forehead veins twitched, and his temples ached. He regretted buying this mobile phone once, and it caused a lot of noise.

He wanted to pretend to be dead, but he was lucky enough to have the stubbornness not to give up until his throat was broken.

In the end, Yang Qing compromised. He pulled out a hand from the radish field with great difficulty, and groped on the bedside table with his eyes closed. He swept the lighter and cigarette case to the ground. cell phone.

Immediately retracting his hands back into the warm quilt, his knuckles seemed to be covered with frost, and the movement of pressing the call button was very slow.

"Xiao Yang, are you still awake?"

Yang Qing's voice was hoarse and dull under the quilt: "Well, sister Yang, what's the matter with you this early in the morning?"

"Do you remember the boy I told you about renting?"

Yang Qing couldn't sleep anymore, he got out of the quilt with his bare arms, and slowly leaned against the pillow. When he spoke, he spit out a puff of white air, and he shivered, his brain was a little sluggish due to the cold air.

He thought for a while, and it seemed that there was such a thing.He was not in a hurry to reply, he lowered his long hands to grab the cigarette case and lighter that fell on the ground, the quilt covering his body slid down with the movement, revealing the jagged back, the line extended to the sunken hip bone, and then suddenly and stop.

I hooked the cigarette, lit it, sat upright, took a breath between my fingertips, and after being stimulated by nicotine, the drowsiness of lingering smoke and smoke dissipated.Holding the phone in one hand, he approached his ear and answered, "That's what happened."

There was a sigh of relief from the other side.

"Well, he's coming this afternoon. I want to ask if you've finished tidying up the first floor? I'll let him move in after tidying up. If he doesn't, there's no rush. I'll ask my guy to help you."

Yang Qing politely declined the landlord's request for help, told her that she could finish cleaning and hung up the phone.

He couldn't sleep well, he was in a daze with the cigarette butt between his fingers, and the sparks unknowingly burned the cigarette butt.

The scorching pain came from the index finger, Yang Qing suddenly came back to his senses, pressed the cigarette butt with his fingertips, pulled the quilt away and got up.

After washing, he wore plush slippers and opened the door of the next room. There was a brazier in the room, and silver coals that were warm and non-smoking were lit inside.He didn't turn on the light, went to the window and opened a gap for ventilation.

On the bed, Zhang Yuanying was still sleeping soundly. Yang Qing didn't disturb her, and quietly left the room and closed the door.

He first went to the kitchen to cook a pot of shredded pork porridge with vegetables, then called Xiao Xun and told her that he couldn't go to work today because of something.

After the unexpected confession half a year ago, the relationship between the two became extremely unnatural, and of course it was not because of Yang Qing.

He has a personality that doesn't care about anything. Although he was a hopeless bastard in his previous life, with the status of a prince, the little lady who coveted him is like a crucian carp in a river. He is used to listening to words of love.

But Xiao Xun is always so different. Regardless of the fate of this life, he can feel sincerity in terms of heart alone.That's why I talked to her a lot, and summed it up in one sentence, I am not a thing, I don't know the six etiquettes of a gentleman, I don't learn the new ideas of the new era, I am not worthy of you.

Having said that, it's none of his business whether he accepts it or not. He originally planned that if Xiao Xun didn't like it, he wouldn't have any contact with him in the future.To save the two of them from looking at each other in blank dismay, they would feel a lot of grief.

Fortunately, Xiao Xun was also able to take it and let it go. After two days of awkwardness, the two of them went on as usual.

As soon as he said that he couldn't go because he had something to do, the person on the other end of the phone asked, "It's grandma..."

The porridge in the pot gurgled out to put out the fire, Yang Qing smelled a pungent smell, he hurriedly cleaned up, put the phone on speaker and said angrily: "I hope I can order it."

There was a low laugh.

Yang Qing was at a loss for what to do with the mess of the stove, some things in the world would be difficult for a person without talent, such as cooking.He seems to be born with horoscopes that conflict with the stove. No matter how simple the operation is, how detailed the steps are, he can only come out with piles of pig chaff.

He stared viciously at the stove, turned off the gas, and went out at eight o'clock fully armed.

It snowed all night, the sky and the earth were connected into a vast expanse of whiteness, and the boundaries were no longer clear.

Seeing the heavy snow again after many years, Yang Qing pushed the courtyard door in a daze, the mountains in the distance were crystal clear with snow, and the faint sunlight shone with colorful light.The pine trees on the side of the road closer were also covered with snowflakes, and the two early risers tilted their heads and preened each other's feathers.

Yang Qing stared at it for a long time, until his eyeballs were stinging with white burns before he looked back. He held the door and rubbed his eyes to relieve the pain.

Suddenly a dry hand without gloves pressed on his hand, leading him down, and at the same time he heard a voice as warm as a spring: "Snow Blind, don't rub it."

Yang Qing was stunned, he was blocked by an invisible force, he forgot to breathe and couldn't move, and let the hand move on him.

The big dry hands gently closed his eyelashes, leading him from the stinging white awn to the gentle night.Yang Qing felt a warm heat source like a stove sticking to his back, and a weight that did not belong to him rested on his shoulders. He seemed to be wrapped in a stove, or like in a fairy tale, a lost person strayed into a magical candy house.

Maybe it was because he was too cold, and the stove and the magic house were too confusing. After a while, he turned his head, broke away from his big hands, and escaped from the embrace from behind.

His eyeballs no longer hurt, he stepped on the creaking snow and turned to look at the person behind him.

In the weather of several degrees below zero, the person behind him was wearing a white turtleneck sweater with a black overcoat.A white sweater wrapped his slender neck, revealing his sexy and delicate Adam's apple.The black coat made his lips bright red, it should be a little dehydrated, there are obvious cracks on his lips, and the lines are dotted with bright red blood.Further up are the slightly raised eyes, which are originally frivolous eye shapes, but they just match the gloomy temperament, showing three points of tenderness.

The color of the eyeballs is much lighter than that of others, and because of the change of light, it is gorgeous and magnificent. It is Yang Qing's favorite amber.

The person who came was Cen Weiyu who hadn't seen him for half a year.

Long time no see, too long.

Cen Weiyu twirled her fingers, put her hands in her pockets, and said with a smile: "You told the TV people that I'm dead?"

Yang Qing choked when he questioned, "I wish you were dead."

Cen Weiyu raised her eyebrows, "The truth?"

Yang Qing ignored him, turned around and left, the movement was too fast, the rain boots didn't have enough grip, half of his body was unsteady and shaking, he turned his head and shouted to Cen Weiyu while maintaining his balance: "Don't move!"

Cen Weiyu, who was about to step forward, stopped, raised his hands above his head under Yang Qing's cannibalistic gaze, made a funny gesture of surrender, and said helplessly, "I didn't move, be careful not to fall..."

Before the words fell, Yang Qing fell firmly to the ground.

Cen Weiyu smiled lightly and stepped forward with one leg, "Does it hurt from the fall?"

"Stop!" Yang Qing let out a white breath, his eyes were like a ferocious wolf cub, he slowed down for a while, stood up with the snow on his hands, and before going out, he wrapped himself into a rice dumpling , It doesn't hurt much to fall down.Suffocating his breath and patting the snow off his coat, he glanced at two scratches on the snow where he fell, and there was yellow soil underneath.The two brake-like marks were particularly glaring, and it was his broken face.

Yang Qing didn't want to stay longer for a moment, he quickened his pace, cursing inwardly, it's bad luck.

Cen Weiyu followed him like a big tail not too far away, briskly stepping on the snow and talking to himself: "After the spring, the excavation work of the tunnel will continue, I will come to investigate in advance." It kind of explained why he appeared In Taoliu Town.

"I accidentally heard that an old friend lives in Taoliu Town nearby..."

The ground was very slippery, Yang Qing stepped on the brakes with his heels, the screeching sound dragged on in the snow for a long time, without turning his head, he mocked: "Friend?"

Cen Weiyu followed and stopped, keeping a distance from Yang Qing, Yang Qing was over there, he was here.He asked softly, "If we're not friends, then what are we?"

Then what are we, Yang Qing asked herself in her heart.They were enemies at first, and later they became friends, confidants, lovers, and finally they were unresolved knots.The surname Yang Qing wanted to answer him, a stranger who met by chance, but it seemed deliberate to think about it this way.Cen Weiyu can talk about friends calmly, as if the relationship between them has always been an ordinary relationship where they meet and drink a cup of tea, there is no misunderstanding or entanglement.Cen Weiyu didn't care, and he didn't care!

Yang Qing thought about it a few times, and deliberately said in a steady tone: "Old friend." He turned around and smiled at Cen Weiyu: "We've known each other for so long, shouldn't we be called an old friend?"

He felt that he looked more indifferent than Cen Weiyu, more relaxed and handsome.

The corner of Cen Weiyu's mouth curled up, and he quickly caught up, putting his arm on Yang Qing's shoulder, "That old friend, I'm not familiar with this area, so take me for a walk, don't worry about it."

When he spoke, his hot breath sprayed on Yang Qing's side face, scalding his ears numb, can you still be friends if you can't do such a small thing!

Yang Qing gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, I will definitely take my friends for a walk. It's cold and the road is slippery. You should walk carefully, and be careful not to fall." The content of the words was a worried exhortation, but the tone sounded like a curse wishing to fall to death .

The two fat chirps on the tree tilted their heads to look at the two shoulder-to-shoulder men, and looked at each other, their round eyes were full of blankness, as if they were saying, two childish ghosts.