waste heat

Chapter 49

Han Chengyu treats guests today.

The location was in a bar. Cheng Yan hadn't been to the bar very often, and the number of times he went there was less than using one hand. The main reason was that he felt that this kind of occasion was not suitable for high school students, and he didn't like the ambiguous atmosphere and loud music inside. , the only thing that can attract him is wine.

Cheng Yan likes to drink very much, it may be inherited from his father, and he can drink moderately, which is pretty good for his age.

Han Chengyu opened the booth, waited for a while, and raised his hand to greet someone when he saw him. Song Yu saw him, and the two walked towards him.

"Come here." Han Chengyu said this to Cheng Yan, and he looked at Cheng Yan with a smile when he spoke. Because of the secret phone call, Cheng Yan was a little closer to him, and he was not so restrained. Sit next to me.

"Drink whatever you want." A pack of cigarettes was placed in front of Han Chengyu, knowing that Cheng Yan didn't smoke, he pushed it to Song Yu, who took it.

Holding the wine list, Song Yu ordered and placed it in front of Cheng Yan, "Order."

Cheng Yan sat beside Song Yu and whispered, "I don't drink."

Song Yu looked at him like hell, "Are you possessed?"

Han Chengyu: "What are you whispering? Treat me as an outsider?" He took the wine list and said, "Don't order me, strong ones?"

Song Yu said: "I can't drink him, order a lower one."

Han Chengyu looked at Song Yu in surprise, "You can't drink him?"

Cheng Yan's drinking capacity is considered good among his peers, but Song Yu doesn't like drinking very much, he rarely drinks, only a few glasses at a time, Cheng Yan counts on a few bottles, over time, his drinking capacity will naturally increase Out.

"I can't see it," Han Chengyu said, "I'm a good boy, and I'm going to clean up what that hooligan did."

"Why do you become a hooligan after drinking?"

"Drinking and fighting together make you not a good person," Han Chengyu drew on the list with a pen, "For your age, if you don't believe me, ask your teacher?"

If you really ask, Lao Ban really has to say that about him, Cheng Yan has nothing to say.

After ordering the wine, Han Chengyu cut off the cigarette in his hand, spun the cigarette end on the table, and threw it into the disposable wine glass.

"What's the matter?" Song Yu asked proactively, "You look so bad, have you been green?"

Dare to say, Cheng Yan raised his eyes to look at Han Chengyu, the relationship between the two should be in place, Han Chengyu was not angry, leaned on the sofa behind him, and sighed.

It won't be hit, right?Is it really green?

Han Chengyu said: "What happened in the store, plus something that bothers me recently."

Song Yudao: "One by one."

Han Chengyu paused for a while, organized his thoughts, and said slowly: "I want to transfer the store out."

Song Yubo remained calm: "Don't do it?"

Han Chengyu said: "I wasn't a professional at all. At the beginning, I dropped out of school because I wanted to open a store to support myself. There were too many factors that I didn't consider. Sanhu and I both became monks halfway. I don't know what we did at the beginning. If you want to learn how to cut hair, you won't be promising."

The store is small, there are many barbershops, and it is not an old sign. The flow of people is not enough, and the income is not enough to spend. Han Chengyu is a little depressed. He chose this road at the beginning because he was crazy, and he didn't think about whether he was suitable. Whether the various factors in the market can continue, now the reality has taught him a painful lesson, and he can see the way forward.

Song Yu didn't express his opinion. He knew that his opinion was very important at this time, and it might affect a person's life. The choices made by people at the bottom of the valley are easily wrong. He didn't want to give anyone's life advice, for their future Pay the bill.

"I entrusted Sanhu to post the sublet notice, and contacted all the people around me who should be contacted. As soon as someone took over, I bought it. The store should be cleaned up." Han Chengyu lit another one Smoke, making a deep sound amidst the clouds and mist.

Cheng Yan didn't speak, he didn't understand these things, but he just felt a little sad, he didn't study hard now, what will happen in the future?He himself was not sure.

"What about the three tigers?" Song Yu asked, the youngest of the three tigers followed Han Chengyu, and treated Han Chengyu as if he was his own brother, the kind who didn't have any objections to any dumb losses. The relationship between the two was very close, as if Brother.

Han Chengyu took good care of the three tigers, because this three tigers... had some brain problems.

"Let him find a job first, he has no brains and strength, and there is a way to survive by moving bricks on the construction site," Han Chengyu thought of everything, he would not sell everything so abruptly, and not be responsible for anyone, "As for me, I plan to go out and see what I can do. When I find a suitable one, or get along better, I will bring Sanhu there."

Song Yu heard something was wrong, "There are only three tigers?"

Cheng Yan didn't notice any difference, and looked at Han Chengyu puzzled, only to see that he was silent for a while, pinching his cigarette, holding the wine glass on the table, and drank it in one gulp: "His family background is very good, he won't Those who lack food and clothing, don’t suffer with me.”

Song Yu squinted, Han Chengyu's tone was not very happy, probably aware of such sight, Han Chengyu laughed and said: "Don't just talk about me, I invite you to drink, drink."

Where is the wine?Before he came up, he was already drunk.

Cheng Yan didn't understand, but he always felt that the atmosphere was not right. Is the person Han Chengyu said about him the one he thought of?He was not sure, and Song Yu didn't answer him, they were all silent.

"Have you made up your mind?" Song Yu finally said.

"Come here and think about it." Han Chengyu said.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure yet."

"Did you tell him?"

"Not yet," Han Chengyu said, "Let's talk about it when we go back tonight."

He didn't wait until the evening to go back, when Tang Jiale came.

When Cheng Yan and the others were drinking halfway, he saw Tang Jiale's figure. This was the first time he saw Tang Jiale losing his temper. To be honest, Cheng Yan was a little scared.

Tang Jiale came up to them, clenched his fists and questioned Han Chengyu: "When are you going to tell me?!"

After this sound, Cheng Yan finally knew that the man Han Chengyu was talking about was Tang Jiale.

The atmosphere did not allow them to stay any longer, Cheng Yan realized it, and Song Yu also realized it, Song Yu stood up first, pushed the wine glass inside, didn't mind his own business, but told Han Chengyu: "Speak well."

After speaking, he took Cheng Yan's arm and led Cheng Yan away.

This wine is not drunk well, and no one is to blame.

Cheng Yan and Song Yu reopened a booth, they didn't order any more wine, they just chatted.

"Are they... are couples?" Cheng Yan didn't understand, no one gave him an accurate answer, he didn't think they were friends, but the guess of couples was too bold, he was always uncertain about the relationship between the two.

Song Yu didn't say it directly, but asked Cheng Yan how he felt: "What do you think?"

Cheng Yan didn't dare to define easily, shook his head, said with some reservations: "I'm not sure."

Song Yu leaned back: "That's right."

The answer was ambiguous, Cheng Yan was not sure, looked over and asked, "What is it?"

"Just like us, it's just that we didn't pierce the window paper," Song Yu said, "Since it's mentioned, can we talk about ourselves?"

Cheng Yan asked in a low voice, "What do you want to talk about?"

Song Yudao: "Many, our present, our future, our future."

"Are you talking about ideals in life?" Cheng Yan said to the point.

"Well, what's wrong?" Song Yu looked at the people beside him with a bit of worry in his eyes, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Cheng Yan said: "Look at you."

This is going to be difficult, Song Yu said in a long voice, "Look at me..."

Cheng Yan said: "If you want to play basketball, I will accompany you. If you don't do this, I will accompany you to do other things. Whatever you do, I will accompany you."

Song Yu was silent for a long time, but he didn't want to take his eyes off Cheng Yan's face. When Cheng Yan looked at him, his brows and eyes were tender. Maybe he was like this. Sometimes he would doubt that careless Cheng Yan It's not him, he should speak in a soft voice so that he can seduce others' desires and influence others' dreams.

When he first met this person, Song Yu, who never liked making friends, made an exception for him. He asked himself, did he really want to make friends with him?Does he have few friends?Does he need a friend who is younger than himself, who is not sure about anything, and who comes up to talk to him abruptly?Song Yu, who hates these fast-food friendships and loves, must have refused instinctively.

But that time his instinct was not rejection, but another kind, which can be called curious and fresh.

Cheng Yan is very good-looking, that's right, he looks like a sunny and cheerful brother next door, with a gentle temperament, he can't say how handsome he is, but Song Yu was thinking at that time, this person must be very cute when he smiles .

His dimples are faintly visible, his teeth are white, and he doesn't know how to smoke. He stood in front of him and pretended to ask him for a fire, trying to be calm, but there was still a little nervousness in his eyes. He really wondered why he was so nervous at that time. I also feel that this tension makes this person more lovely.

The word cute is not suitable to describe a big boy, but for Song Yu, his most intuitive feeling for Cheng Yan is cuteness.

I thought he was cute at first sight, and I found him really cute when we got along with him. I still think he is cute. I really like to see him smile, showing a little bit of white teeth, and his dimples are so beautiful that he seems to be able to talk.

At that time, he had an idea. In his social circle, there had never been a cute person. He wanted to classify him as the object of his relationship, but just sat there without talking, smiling from time to time, to satisfy him. It's not a bad thing to feel cute lust.

So, they came to today.

Maybe, can go longer.

Song Yu smiled and reached out to touch his head. He liked this action very much. When he thought Cheng Yan was cute, he wanted to touch him like this. The other party was used to it and didn't refuse. Song Yu said: "Your own dream Woolen cloth?"

He feels more like a younger brother to Cheng Yan, a loyal younger brother who is willing to follow him, but the only thing that overturns this feeling is that he will have desire for him, which is not pure emotion.

"Me," Cheng Yan puffed up his cheeks, thought for a while and said, "I don't have any dreams. Although it may make people feel a little salty to say this, there are still many people in the world who can't find what they want to do and have no dreams. Yes, we must allow people like us to exist."

"Of course, no one said that everyone should have dreams. It's not easy to live this life safely," Song Yu withdrew his hand, stared at him and said, "I just hope you don't wrong yourself, you want to be with me For me, it can be in other ways, if I give up my life, I will feel guilty and feel unworthy for you."

"My mother also said this," Cheng Yan thought of his mother, "It's not like you, but it's also asking me what I want to do, what the future is, and so on. To be honest, I think it's a bit far away to talk about the future now. Because none of us know the variables of tomorrow."

Song Yu was quiet for a while, raised his lips, and smiled softly, "Yes."

Cheng Yan turned to look at him: "What's wrong? Are you worried about my future?"

Song Yu leaned on the sofa and said, "I'm worried, and I'm even more worried that you won't be able to stand me."

"Isn't it too Versailles for you to say that?" Cheng Yan scolded, "It's you who I like, big brother."

Song Yu nodded, straightened up, put the phone on the table, and said, "Oh, let's talk about this, what do you like about me?"

Cheng Yan turned his head away.

"Why are you ashamed?" Song Yu pinched his chin, turned Cheng Yan's little face back, facing himself, he could see every emotion in Cheng Yan's eyes, "It's all said here, Are you afraid that I will know?"

Cheng Yan knocked off his hand: "You just want to hear me praise you."

Song Yu was very wronged: "I have heard a lot of compliments since I was a child, and you are right. Make me happy, you are very good at it."

"Who is good at it..." As he spoke, Cheng Yan remembered what happened on that rainy night. He fell limply into Song Yu's arms, hugged his waist, said sorry, and said I like you.

"If you have to say it," Cheng Yan said unkindly, "I just like the way you don't like me."

He said the same thing to Yu Kexin last time, and made Yu Kexin speechless, which means that this statement is very fucking. He doesn't want to listen to Song Yu's words now, and wants to kill his morale, so he also uses this sentence to attack him .

However, Song Yu did not appear speechless like Yu Kexin.

He looked at himself, but his face became serious.

Song Yu put his hands on his knees, facing Cheng Yan sideways, with half of his face sunk in the shadows, his voice was low and bewitching: "But what if I like you?"

The leg that was kicking the corner of the table just now stopped suddenly. Cheng Yan turned his head and looked into Song Yu's eyes, like a quagmire that suddenly appeared on the green clear waves, disturbing the clear water surface, and the undercurrent surged .

"Is this... a hypothesis?" Cheng Yan's heart beat faster and faster, what?what?What's the situation now?What did Song Yu just say?His heartbeat was a little chaotic and noisy, stop quickly, he could hardly hear Song Yu's voice clearly.

Song Yu corrected: "It's a statement."

Cheng Yan clenched his hands, a little stupid, he just felt that he was hallucinating...

Song Yu's gaze was merciless, and his voice was so presumptuous and decisive. He broke his auditory hallucinations, and said deeply and sincerely: "Do I need to say more?"