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Duan Xiaojun helped Baochan carry Kuangzheng into the house, and when he got home, Kuangzheng relaxed, a little drunk, he hugged Baochan's waist in a daze, and didn't let go of anything.

"Xiao Duan," Baozhan pawed him in embarrassment, "please pour me a glass of water, it's over there in the refrigerator."

It was the first time Duan Xiaojun saw Kuangzheng so clingy, his eyes were about to fall out of their sockets, he walked to the kitchen with three steps, a cold water jug ​​and a pair of upside-down glasses were placed on a small tray, and in the jug was the most common cold white boiled water. .

He returned to the living room with the water. There was no one on the sofa. He walked a few steps towards the stairs and saw a pair of figures sitting together on the ground in the bathroom at the side of the first floor.

Kuangzheng vomited, hugged the toilet and vomited badly, Baochan was next to him, rubbing his scalp with his hands in his hair: "It's okay, it'll be comfortable if you vomit cleanly."

There is an atmosphere between them, Duan Xiaojun can't say it well, warm, intimate, and a little hazy, like building an invisible wall, making it difficult for outsiders like him to enter.

Kuangzheng vomited for a while, drooping his head uncomfortably, Baochan didn't think he was dirty at all, helped him take off his suit jacket, and patiently smoothed his chest through a thin layer of shirt: "Do you feel better? "

Kuang Zheng looked at him with a frown, apparently not recognizing him, and shouted ferociously: "You... what service do you have here!" He grabbed Bao Chan's wrist, "I want the wine!"

"Wine..." Baochan looked back and saw Duan Xiaojun, and waved quickly, "Here comes the wine!"

Duan Xiaojun just went in, passed the water to Baochan, and watched him put it to Kuangzheng's mouth: "Come on," he moved very slowly for fear of choking him, "gargle."

Kuang Zheng obediently took some water in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and suddenly swallowed it all.

"Hey ancestor!" Baochan patted him angrily, knelt up on the tiled floor, and held his chin: "Don't swallow this time, be obedient!"

Kuang Zheng didn't know which tendon was fixed, maybe he mistook Bao Chan for the Emerald Sun's lady, took advantage of the situation and pulled him into his arms, and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, Baochan subconsciously raised his hand and slapped him.

Witnessing this coming and going, Duan Xiaojun blinked, dazed.

Baochan is 28 this year, has never kissed anyone before, her face is flushed now, and she wipes her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand, avoiding Duan Xiaojun's sight in embarrassment—the place kissed by Kuang Zheng is hot, as if it is about to burn.

"Well, Brother Bao..." Duan Xiaojun looked at the atmosphere and couldn't stay any longer, "I delivered the person, so what, the car is waiting outside, I'll go first."

Without raising her head, Baochan said in a muffled voice, "I won't see you off."

Duan Xiaojun turned and left, when the door was closed outside, Baochan dared to look at Kuangzheng, the guy was lying crookedly by the door like a boneless one, with a red handprint on his left cheek.

"Brother?" Baochan didn't expect to hit him so hard, so he quickly helped him up, touched the red skin, "does it hurt?"

Kuang Zheng didn't speak, as if he was still drunk.

Bao Chan stroked his messy hair and said distressedly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Drink..." Kuang Zheng muttered, bumping his head into the crook of his neck, and the heat sprayed against the base of his neck, "Stop talking nonsense, drink with me..."

"Okay," Baochan sighed, "I'll drink with you!"

He turned back to look for the water glass, but Zheng Zheng refused to let him go, as if he was afraid that he would run away, he folded his arms around him tightly, and stared at him from a distance that couldn't be closer.

Goosebumps all over Baochan's body, but there was no outsider, so he pampered the drunk: "Wait until you sober up tomorrow," he muttered, "See how I will deal with you!"

"I'm uncomfortable..." Kuang Zheng murmured suddenly, changed from his usual arrogance, and became a little fragile.

Baochan was stunned.

"I'm sick," Kuang Zheng repeated, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, "I'm so damn sick that I'm about to explode!"

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Baochan held his face, the distance between his lips was only a few centimeters, "Tell me!"

So close, Kuangzheng naturally put his forehead on his forehead: "I have been with the elder brother for ten years." Throw me like garbage, throw me to a place where my pants are wrapped around my legs, and let me fend for myself!"

He didn't quite understand what he said, Baochan guessed that something happened in his career, that's why he drank so much and tortured himself into this unbearable state.

"No one can believe it..." Kuang Zheng rubbed his forehead, "In this society, no one can believe it except mothers and fathers!"

Baochan immediately hugged him tightly and patted his back tenderly.

"Baochan..." Kuang Zheng seemed to be calling him by his name, but it was not the case, "There is also Baochan who sings opera, he will not lie to me, he treats me well..."

Bao Chan opened his eyes wide.

"They're all fucking bastards..." Kuang Zheng slid from his forehead to his throbbing chest, "I'm a bastard too, all of them..."

Hearing such a picture of himself from the mouth of a drunk, Baochan couldn't explain how he felt in his heart, his eyelashes trembled, his eyes were so hot that a tear was about to come out, he quickly closed his eyes, and took Kuangzheng's arm: "Brother , get up, let's not stay here, let's go back to the house!"

Kuang Zheng was so drunk that he wouldn't let him mess with him, the two hugged me and rubbed against you, moving towards the guest room as if they were dancing.The house is cleaned every day, it is very clean, the bedding is ready-made, they both fell on it, the dark room, the soft mattress bounced.

Baochan panted for a while, got up and undressed him, folded his shirt, trousers, and smelly socks and put them on the footstool, then went to the bathroom, twisted a hot towel, sat on the edge of the bed, and wiped his body little by little. sweat.

Kuangzheng hummed in comfort, grabbed Baochan's hand several times, and shamelessly said drunken words: "Don't tease me...you come here... hurry up!"

Baochan knew that what he said was not a good thing, so he just rubbed the thigh, pinched the flesh there and twisted it vigorously, and let out a sound of rectification, and stopped making a fuss.

After the people and the house were tidied up, Baochan went upstairs to take off his quilt and spread it next to Kuangzheng. He was afraid that he would vomit again at night, and if the vomit blocked his airway, there would be no one around him.

It was already past three o'clock when I lay down, Baochan was sleeping towards Kuangzheng, listening to the heavy breathing, and slowly closed his eyes.

This night was very short, there were two quilts side by side on a bed, but the dream in the quilt was very long.Kuang Zheng dreamed of his student days, the best university, the most enviable major, and the most beautiful girlfriend. He was the pride of everyone.

On the day he received Wanrong's offer, he bought a Montblanc chronograph with the pocket money he had saved. Wearing this watch, he walked into Bai Yinwu's office for the first time. Shoulder said: "Boy, follow me, I will give you the whole world!"

Kuang Zheng woke up suddenly, as if he had seen through the false dream. Today, ten years later, the world that guy promised has been shattered.

There was an unfamiliar ceiling in front of him. The hangover brought on slight nausea and muscle soreness. He stretched slowly, and when he turned his head, he met Baozhan's gentle face.

As soon as he moved, Baochan also woke up, curling up the quilt and muttering: "Brother..."

Memories of yesterday came flooding back, Bai Yinwu's eyes roasting cigars behind his desk, Vice President Fang's snort when he passed by, Daishan's sinister and cunning smile like a hyena, and the theater troupe in Nanshan District, a lost old The photos, the carnival of the Emerald Sun, and the precious bloom that welcomed him home after the carnival.

At this moment, Kuangzheng felt a strong sense of happiness in his heart. He was glad that Baochan could be by his side on this frustrating morning. Because of this person, he didn't have to wake up on the bathroom floor or wear vomit. Dirty shirts, a huge single-family house, he doesn't have to swallow the unspeakable bitterness in the workplace alone.

He had had enough of living alone.

"Brother," Baochan narrowed his eyes and couldn't get up, "Does your head hurt?"

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng didn't get up, and wrapped himself in the blanket face to face with him, "Is it enough for me to torment you?"

"Well," Baochan nodded, "you are so annoying."

Hearing what he said, Kuangzheng laughed, very happy, and lifted the quilt to look at him: "Yo, your boy is clean enough for me."

Baochan pressed half of his face on the pillow, as if pouted: "You think I'm willing, stinky socks are stinky."

Hearing him say it stinks, Kuang Zheng immediately shrunk his face into the quilt, fearing that the smell of alcohol left in his mouth would suffocate him.

"Why?" Baochan looked at him with two roving eyes, like a mischievous child.

"I'm afraid my mouth will taste bad."

"No smell," Baochan also retracted his head, "I wiped your mouth and rinsed it."

"Isn't it?" Kuang Zheng poked his head out and let out a sigh of relief, "Doesn't it stink?"

Baozhan leaned over and sniffed it: "It doesn't smell bad," and then said to him, "Do I smell?"

"No," Kuang Zheng rubbed the pillow comfortably, "You are cleaner than tap water."

The atmosphere was very good, Baochan thought, maybe he could take the opportunity to ask him what's on his mind: "Brother, did you encounter any difficulties at work...?"

He thought that Kuangzheng would evade and prevaricate, but he didn't: "I was promoted," he said frankly, "but it was at the cost of mobilizing departments."

Baochan slapped him again: "What department have you been transferred to?"

Kuang Zheng said solemnly, "Private Bank."

Baochan didn't understand: "What is a private bank?"

"It's a bank that specializes in serving the rich." Kuang Zheng looked disgusted, "helping the rich and rich families manage their assets, and also deal with such bad things as divorce, immigration, birth, old age, sickness and death."

"Then..." Baochan asked naively, "You're not selling the company anymore?"

Kuang Zheng thought for a while and said decisively, "I won't go."

Baochan waited for him to continue.

"I'm thinking about changing jobs," Kuangzheng told him bluntly, "or resign."

"Brother, don't be impulsive." Bao showed a worried look.

"It's not a matter of being impulsive or not," Kuang Zheng recalled Dai Shan's words, "That place is a dead end, and no one in Quanwanrong is willing to go there." He lowered his eyes, "But they let me go."

The house was silent, and the birds outside the window were chirping, making people disturbed.

"Brother," Baochan tugged at his quilt, "Do you know the difference between a hero and an ordinary person?"

Kuang Zheng didn't know, nor was he interested in knowing, so he shook his head.

"There are so many unrivaled heroes in the drama," Bao Chan said eloquently, "I think they are no different from ordinary people, they just took a road that ordinary people are unwilling to take."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows and stared at him in surprise.

"Sometimes life comes, don't care about the good or the bad," Baozhan didn't talk about the big reason, and didn't weigh the pros and cons for him, only a simple sentence, "Let's catch up first."

In this world, if one can find a way out of the terrible misfortune, one will not be far from a world-shattering success.