After rebirth, the scumbags all favor me

Zhou Yancheng blurted out the word "fuck": "God is playing with you!"

Xu Zeen looked at him blankly.

"Can you be more frightened? Can a thief steal your mobile phone?" Zhou Yancheng almost shouted, "Without Jin Yao, you are so useless!"

Xu Zeen's expression was slightly cracked because of the mention of that name. He lowered his eyelashes, and his arms placed on both sides of his thighs began to tremble slightly.

Zhou Yancheng stared fixedly at Xu Zeen, this person who has been with him for more than 20 years, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in terms of wisdom, strategy, ruthlessness, and everything, now makes himself look so inhuman!Zhou Yancheng watched helplessly as he put himself alive in a dark coffin, living like a walking corpse, taking pleasure in self-torture.

"Xu Ze'en," Zhou Yancheng pointed at him, his fingertips fluttering, "Is it because Jin Yao hasn't found him for a day, and you don't take yourself seriously for a day? If he dies, will you not be alive?"

Xu Zeen's eyelashes fluttered rapidly, as if being pressed on the butterfly wings of a motor, he stubbornly protested: "He is not dead."

"Yes! He's not dead!"

"Zhou Yancheng!"

He Yan was furious, he pulled Zhou Yancheng aside, and growled in a low voice: "Calm down, you forgot, we are all born again, we have experienced the terrible fate, we know that all mistakes will be punished, God forbids these two people to meet today, if you intervene like this, I'm afraid you're not really helping Xu Zeen!"

Zhou Yancheng's anger was instantly like an inflated balloon being punctured by a needle point. He Yan's words hit the softest part of his heart. Everyone should pay for their mistakes. If this is what Xu Zeen should bear, he Indeed, there should be no indiscriminate intervention.

"Let's go," Zhou Yancheng breathed out, took He Yan's hand, and said to Xu Zeen, "I'll find you a cell phone."

What Jin Yao and Gu Qing want is a small private room, light yellow carved wallpaper, transparent glass square table, the lighting is not from the ceiling, but a camellia lamp holder is placed on each of the four corners of the wall, simplicity and elegance complement each other, Jin Yao After looking at it, he smiled and nodded: "This decoration is very unique."

"Have you been to this store in the past two years?" Gu Qing ironed the bowls and chopsticks, and pushed them over for Jin Yao, just as Jin Yao also pushed them over, the two sets of tableware collided halfway, making a crisp sound sound, both of them laughed.

"No, how silly it is to eat hot pot by yourself. If a lot of people from the production team go to eat, they usually eat buffet. It's not suitable for gathering with so many people!" Jin Yao said.

"Then why did you think of coming here?" Gu Qingqi asked.

"It was recommended by that food network. I've always wanted to come here, so I didn't make an appointment. Today is my long-cherished wish!" Jin Yao stirred the bottom of the pot with a spoon. Before the dishes came, the pot was boiling red The boiling oil was so bright that it made people salivate. What the two wanted was red soup. The heat wave came up, and the corners of their eyes were red from the smoke.

"If you like to eat, I will often come with you in the future." Gu Qing smiled and took a sip of barley tea.

"That's impossible!" Jin Yao smelled the spicy and delicious smell in the air, and said bluntly, "If you eat too much of this thing, the chrysanthemums will not be safe!"

"Cough cough cough—" Gu Qing sprayed out all the barley tea all at once, he was frightened, and couldn't stop coughing.

The waiter next to him hurriedly handed over the hot towel, and Jin Yao also stood up in a panic: "Are you all right? Why are you choking?"

Gu Qing blushed and waved his hands again and again. He coughed like he was about to spit out his lungs. Jin Yao thought about it before recalling it. He was also a little embarrassed for a while. Why did he forget that the boss is a gay? Are you not sensitive to the word chrysanthemum?

He touched his nose and tried to remedy it: "I mean, it's easy to be constipated if you eat such a spicy food—"

Gu Qing coughed even worse, Jin Yao had no choice but to sit back and wait for the other party to finish coughing.

There is more than one Pacific Ocean between the brain circuits of straight men and gay men, Jin Yao thought silently, resting his chin.

The waiter came to serve the dishes. Plates of vegetables and fish were poured into the pot. Jin Yao rinsed a leaf of the vegetable, put it back in the bowl, bit off the root of the vegetable, and suddenly put the remaining leaf of the vegetable into Gu Qing's bowl. Qing was stunned, and Jin Yao himself stared at the chopsticks in a daze.

A young man's voice was hoarse with a voice changer, but the coaxing meaning in the words was very strong: "...Okay, let's not argue, are you hungry? Let me cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

Another boy is very arrogant: "Then don't overcook your noodles, and add an egg, the yolk should be just solidified, don't be raw or overcooked, the ham sausage should be cut into pieces, don't throw in the whole thing, vegetables As long as the leaves don’t need roots, you can eat the roots yourself!”

"I didn't eat the root of the vegetable any time, and I don't know what's wrong with you. They are all green vegetables. Is there a difference between the leaves and the roots?"

"They are all human body organs. Is there any difference between your upper head and the lower head?"

"You little rascal!"

Cheering laughter echoed in the room, and there were two vigorous figures chasing each other in the small space in front of them——

Jin Yao let go of his fingers, and the chopsticks were falling on Gu Qing's ceramic tableware with a loud bang. He hugged his head and let out a low snort.

Again!

The pain, as if someone grabbed both ends of his central nervous system in his head and pulled desperately, came again!

The blood was rushing to the temple crazily, the ear drums were roaring, and everything in front of him turned into a dark gray shadow. Someone kept calling him with a smile: "Jin Yao, Jin Yao, Jin Yao..."

The man ran towards him, and suddenly backed away quickly, like a movie being rewound, the picture kept flashing backwards, but the laughter got closer and closer: "Jin Yao, Jin Yao, Jin Yao..."

"Don't call me again..." Jin Yao's throat overflowed with hot and broken gasps, "Who the hell are you?"

"Jin Yao! Jin Yao! I'm Gu Qing, I'm Gu Qing!" Gu Qing shook Jin Yao's shoulders, Jin Yao slowly raised his head, and exhaled heavily, the four knuckles on the back of his hand were grimly blue and white , as if the hard joints could break through the fragile skin in the next second and be exposed to the air.

But his eyes are still returning to clarity bit by bit.

"Jin Yao, you can't do this, you have to be treated!" Gu Qing squatted in front of him and helped him wipe the sweat off his forehead, his voice was trembling, "You are very wrong, such frequent headaches must not work!"

Gu Qing's undisguised worry and concern moved Jin Yao. In the past two years he can remember, he has always been alone, never alienated from others, and never got closer to anyone. He looked at everyone coldly. Laughing and cursing, but also experiencing the coldness of the world, Gu Qing is the first friend who is so close to him and cares about him so sincerely.

It was almost nine o'clock when we left the restaurant, and the rain outside hadn't stopped, so Jin Yao and Gu Qing went to his residence to get medicinal wine.

The place where Gu Qing lives is very private. The elevator goes directly to the living room. He finds out the medicinal wine, and Jin Yao takes a look at it. He doesn't recognize the font on the bottle at all, but he subconsciously says a name.

Gu Qing was surprised: "Do you recognize this medicinal wine?" This is a very rare thing. It is produced in a small Java country in Xizhou. The raw materials are the most precious treasures in that country, so they are never exported. It is said that there must be a special channel to get it.

Jin Yao was taken aback for a moment, and finally he shook his head helplessly: "I always know things that I shouldn't know, Brother Gu, just get used to it."

He tossed the medicine bottle in his hand: "Then I'm leaving, see Brother Gu tomorrow."

"Hey!" Gu Qing couldn't help calling him back, "How about I wipe it for you, it may be inconvenient for you if you hurt your shoulder."

"It's okay, I've been used to it for a long time, thanks Brother Gu!" Jin Yao walked into the elevator and disappeared into the living room.

Gu Qing was stunned for a while, and then slowly sat down on his sofa in disappointment and loss.

When Jin Yao returned to his residence, he took a shower first. He sat cross-legged on the bed, opened the medicinal wine, and a strange strong bitter smell spread in the air. When Jin Yao smelled the smell, he felt unexpectedly familiar and comfortable.

He turned his head sideways, holding a cotton swab in one hand, dipped in cold liquid medicine, and applied it on the skin of his shoulder blade. The light outlined his figure on the white wall, and he could see a hand hanging above his shoulder blade in a blink of an eye. In the silhouette of him, his hand paused, as if he had been hit by something, and his expression slowly fell into a daze.

The image that lingered in the depths of his consciousness recently came rushing again. He was shirtless, and a person was rubbing medicine on him. That person's hands were strong, and his injuries were heavier than now, but He endured not humming or shouting, and the force of the hand became stronger and stronger, and finally he said viciously: "Why are you so stupid? If you are told to stand up and be beaten, you won't fight back?"

"That's anti-beating training. It's meant to be beaten. It's just a lesson—"

"Course is fucking awesome!"

"Heh, where did you learn the swear words?"

"do you have any opinion?"

"No, your swear words are better than others!"

The man sighed helplessly, with a hint of grievance and affection in his accusing tone: "Jin Yao, I hold you in the palm of my hand, not for you to give yourself away to be ruined by others."

……

Before going to bed, he checked the computer again, and a photo almost jumped into his eyes. It was a number plate with a few numbers on it: A013, and the person sent him another message:

Jin Yao, I randomly took a number plate, it's our birthday, I have a feeling that you are really getting closer to me.

It is raining in Kyoto today, and the rain in winter is particularly cold, and the moisture is like a poisonous snake, burrowing into the bones of people.When you were here before, you would always put my hands in your coat pockets. Your hands were always hot. You were born with a small stove. When I was young, when there were no such things as floor heating and central air conditioning, I relied on them every winter. You can only fall asleep if you hold me.

You haven't hugged me for a long time, you said that whenever I want, your arms will always be open to me.

They all say not to be born in the same year, the same month, the same day, but you and I are the most predestined couple among countless rare and predestined people in this world. We eat the same milk and sleep in the same crib. , and sleep in the same coffin when they die.

You can't count your words, Jin Yao, you taught me to sing, "Little yellow chicken, cry, lie, spank"...

Some hidden, submerged, and deeply buried things are about to move again, impacting Jin Yao's brain nerves.

"Why do you like Doraemon so much, you only stare at this doll?"

"Probably because it has a pocket. I don't know why. When I see the pocket, I want to put my hand in it. Actually, I'm not afraid of the cold at all."

Jin Yao squeezed the forehead, Zhong Ran, He Yan, Zhou Yancheng... and the "Jin Yao" they called, and the phantom in the depths of his own mind, each person, each picture, each cry, one by one. A message that made his head almost burn with heat.

Can't think deeply, don't want to think deeply, Jin Yao has an instinctive sense of self-protection, which makes him want to stay away from these people, as if he is tired, impatient, and wants to escape.

He is the current Jin Yao, he is very satisfied, and he doesn't want to change.

It was a determination without reason, a desire buried deep in his heart, such a stable, smooth life without waves, love and hate, was his once extravagant wish, but now it has come true.