Zhou Luoyang adjusted his sitting position in the car, flipped over the back of the light shield, and all the places within sight. The decoration in Du Jing's car is very simple, not even a doll, it doesn't look like his own car, maybe it was driven by Yu Jianqiang?

Yu Jianqiang is gay, will he like Du Jing to some extent? But according to his type of blind date, which is his own inference, this real estate owner should not like Du Jing's type.

How did he get the job? Zhou Luoyang couldn't imagine Du Jing being an assistant. From the impression he had always formed about him, Zhou Luoyang always thought that he might do a different job. But what to do? He couldn't say it either. Du Jing is a person who cannot be trapped. Zhou Luoyang always feels that one day, he will leave the cage of reinforced concrete and return to the world that belongs to him.

As for what the world is like, Zhou Luoyang himself can't tell.

He still remembered that it took him a long time to get to know Du Jing, maybe because the medicine Du Jing took aroused his interest, maybe because he felt that this roommate was lonely, so he gave birth to some saviors more or less. A sense of responsibility and hope entered his heart.

In the autumn of five years ago, after the military training was over, and after returning to the dormitory, Zhou Luoyang, shirtless, suggested to Du Jing, should the dormitory be cleaned?

Du Jing had no opinion on Zhou Luoyang's proposal. He simply nodded and stood up with his headphones on. Zhou Luoyang said, "Go get a bucket of water."

Du Jing went to pick up the water. Zhou Luoyang was a bit conflicted when he returned to the dormitory. On the one hand, he hoped to make friends with Du Jing and have a few more words, otherwise the dead atmosphere in the dormitory would be a little wrong. On the other hand, reason kept telling him that everyone needs to respect each other and that it is not okay to force friends.

Du Jing was tall, and Zhou Luoyang asked him to do whatever he wanted, so he stood and started wiping the fan. Taking advantage of this time, Zhou Luoyang glanced at the belongings that Du Jing brought to the school - very few things, an e-book reader, a mac notebook. Three pairs of basketball shoes at a great price.

"Let me hang up your clothes for you?" Zhou Luoyang raised his head and asked.

Du Jing glanced at Zhou Luoyang and nodded.

Zhou Luoyang openly opened Du Jing's wardrobe, two casual clothes and a few messy sports clothes inside.

"I have this too." Zhou Luoyang glanced at one of the T-shirts and said.

Du Jing heard it, nodded, and never spoke.

Zhou Luoyang took out a bluetooth speaker and said, "What are you listening to? Let's listen together?"

"Choose what you usually listen to." Du Jing finally said a word.

"I want to hear from you." Zhou Luoyang took the Bluetooth speaker and matched Du Jing's computer in the past. He was a little surprised when he heard the prelude.

""stan"." Zhou Luoyang said.

"Do you like it too?" Du Jing was also a little surprised.

"I like his chorus." Zhou Luoyang said with a smile, feeling that it might open up an opportunity for conversation.

After cleaning the fan, Du Jing jumped out of the chair and said, "The first time I heard their song was in the wedding car of my mother and my stepfather. It was very hot that day. I still remember that the wedding emcee was very fat. The man. They auditioned at the wedding and they put on a piece of vinyl, and I went over to ask whose song it was and he said 'eminem'."

Zhou Luoyang: "…………"

Zhou Luoyang didn't expect a singer to make Du Jing say so many words suddenly, so he could only nod his head, but couldn't answer anything.

Du Jing looked at him from the reflection in the glass window and said, "The flowers bloomed well that day, all red roses, but the weather was so hot that people were sweating. I was six years old that year, my mother asked me to wear a suit, and I was very happy. I hate it, the collar of my shirt is too tight, it's almost strangling me..."

"Yes...Yes." Zhou Luoyang suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his thinking speed, and said, "It should be specially made."

"Yes." Du Jing said, "After falling out with my dad, she married a rich Spaniard who was in the wine business in Madrid. That guy has two sons and his IQ is not too high, I think It's because both husband and wife like to smoke marijuana, and the children born appear to be mentally retarded. Although they look at me, they should also think that I am mentally retarded."

Zhou Luoyang: "..."

"Do you think I'm mentally retarded?" Du Jing said.

Zhou Luoyang: "………………"

Zhou Luoyang laughed, and Du Jing started talking to himself again, saying, "How do you speak English?"

"Alright... alright." Zhou Luoyang was a little at a loss.

"Can you speak Spanish?" Du Jing asked.

Zhou Luoyang replied, "No."

Du Jing said: "Spanish is easy to learn, even easier to learn than French. During the time I lived in their family, I learned it quickly, but I pretended not to. It was interesting to hear them talk about me at the dinner table."

Zhou Luoyang finally found the time to insert his words and said, "So you decided to go back to China to study?"

"Not exactly, but also because of another thing." Du Jing thought for a while, and then said, "I want to learn something about science, they want me to be a lawyer, a financer, or a politician, which doesn't fit my personality. "

Zhou Luoyang snorted and said, "You... shouldn't the rag be washed?"

Du Jing wiped a lot of things with a rag, and it was already dark. It could be seen that he never did housework. Hearing that, he thought about it and nodded. Zhou Luoyang laughed, but Du Jing didn't smile. Looking at Zhou Luoyang in the reflection.

"Can I borrow a book to read?" Du Jing stared at Zhou Luoyang's bookshelf.

"Of course." Zhou Luoyang said cheerfully, "What do you want to see?"

He took down a copy of Duras' "The Lover" and handed it to him, and Du Jing took it and flipped through it.

"Let's go have dinner?" Zhou Luoyang looked at the newly renovated bedroom with satisfaction and said, "Going out for a walk? It's almost a holiday anyway, I think we should buy a washing machine."

After the military training is over, the National Day holiday will follow, and there will be a long period of time after which they can slowly understand.

"Are you going home?" Zhou Luoyang asked again.

Du Jing said, "If you don't answer, have you forgotten something?"

Zhou Luoyang was startled first, then looked at the bedroom and said, "Is there anything? What's the matter?"

Du Jing seemed to have regained his previous indifferent expression, opened the closet, changed his clothes, and signaled to leave.

Zhou Luoyang said, "Did I forget something?"

"No." Du Jing said, "Where to go? Go."

Suddenly Zhou Luoyang noticed that Du Jing had some mental obstacle? Because since he asked "Have you forgotten something", he has been silent.

"My Healing Game"

If he opened the door, left the dormitory, and walked out into the street, he would return to the appearance of keeping away from strangers, which seemed wrong. After all, the momentary change took place in the bedroom, and they hadn't yet decided where to go.

But in a word, Du Jing began to be silent. He didn't say a word for the whole evening. Zhou Luoyang tried to have a few words with him, and said during dinner, "Going out to school?"

Du Jing just nodded numbly, and most of the time, he stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant in a daze.

After leaving the campus, there is a botanical garden. After passing through the botanical garden, there is the huge West Lake. Near the National Day, the number of tourists has gradually increased.

Zhou Luoyang said, "Is this your first time in Hangzhou?"

Du Jing hummed.

Zhou Luoyang said: "It's also my first time here, I..."

Zhou Luoyang wanted to ask where his hometown was, but he obviously felt that he didn't want to talk, so he simply stopped asking, and the two maintained a tacit understanding.

After the meal was over, Du Jing took out his credit card to settle the bill, and then said "I'll do it".

Zhou Luoyang was not short of money, but he had roughly sensed Du Jing's temper, so he didn't grab the order with him, and simply replied, "Okay."

After Du Jing had paid the order, Zhou Luoyang started shopping again. The two were one after the other, occasionally stopping in front of the window for a while, until Zhou Luoyang entered the Apple store, and Du Jing suddenly said, "Do you want to buy it?"

"Didn't you mean to buy a new phone with you?" Zhou Luoyang said, "Yours is useless, right?"

At that moment, he felt the low air pressure on Du Jing's body suddenly unwind.

"You still remember." Du Jing said.

Zhou Luoyang was a little strange, and he didn't even know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Of course, wouldn't it be uncomfortable without a mobile phone? What do you think of the new one?"

Zhou Luoyang was using a new phone. Du Jing's one was a year ago. He stood at the table and asked Du Jing to hold the phone. He stroked his fingers on the screen and said, "Your hands are big, I use the max version to hold it with just one hand, do you want to consider this?"

Du Jing's fingers are slender, with well-defined knuckles, quite beautiful.

Du Jing nodded, and without hesitation, swiped his card to buy it.

"I want to apply for a new card," Du Jing said again, "is there a number that can be issued without an ID card?"

Zhou Luoyang smiled and said, "Are you a spy for returnees?"

When Du Jing stepped out of the Apple store, his words became more and more, and he said, "I don't want my stepfather to know my phone number, it's too annoying."

Zhou Luoyang thought about it and said, "I'll give you a new account with my ID card."

So that night, Du Jing used Zhou Luoyang's ID card to set up a phone number that no one knew, and stored the contact information of the first person in the phone book: Luoyang.

But after returning to the dormitory, Du Jing sat in front of the desk, facing the phone, lost in thought, frowning slightly, as if he was troubled.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Luoyang said.

"I want to register a new Apple ID," Du Jing said, "but I have to download a VPN software before I can register a new mailbox."

"You can use mine first." Zhou Luoyang said, and wrote his Apple ID on a small piece of paper and handed it to Du Jing.

Then, Du Jing re-applied for a WeChat account for contact.

Zhou Luoyang didn't know what this action meant at that time. After a long time, when he recalled the past, he felt that that night should represent his new life to Du Jing.

In the parking lot, Du Jing opened the car door and sat in. Zhou Luoyang was covered in a sports jacket, curled up in the passenger seat, and looked at him sideways. The corners of Du Jing's mouth were slightly red and swollen from his punch. .

Du Jing handed one of the cups of coffee to Zhou Luoyang.

"You'd better explain it to me." Zhou Luoyang said coldly.

Du Jing loosened the collar of his shirt and said, "The strangulation is so hard that I can barely breathe."

As he spoke, he pulled out the medicine box, poured out a few white and red pills, slapped them into his mouth without looking at them, and took them with coffee.

"How long did you sleep last night?" Zhou Luoyang said.

"I didn't sleep." Du Jing replied.

"Drink coffee then?!" Zhou Luoyang said, "Don't die!"

Du Jing said, "Just take a sip."

Zhou Luoyang asked, "Is this Yu Jianqiang's company?"

Du Jing typed a line on his mobile phone and showed it to Zhou Luoyang: [There is surveillance in the car].

Zhou Luoyang had no choice but to ask, and said, "Find a place to sleep for a while. Has the insomnia been relieved over the years?"

"No," Du Jing said, "it's more serious than before."

Zhou Luoyang: "I also take more medicine than before."

Du Jing glanced at his phone and knew that Zhou Luoyang didn't look at his device. As long as he wasn't there, Zhou Luoyang never flipped around. Just like before, when he wanted to flip it, he would only flip it in front of him.

Du Jing is also very candid, there is nothing he can't see - at least as far as his relationship with Zhou Luoyang is concerned.

"Is there no cash left for you at home?" Du Jing asked.

"No." Zhou Luoyang replied, "I owe a lot of debts. Grandpa's will was made to me, and the debts were also inherited. The valuable things were divided up by my aunt and my uncle long before he died. Now There was only a little rubbish left in the warehouse I went to."

Du Jing said again, "Where's your father? He doesn't care?"

"Dead." Zhou Luoyang replied, "At the end of the previous year, there was a car accident on the way to Haneda Airport. It was because of this car accident that Le Yao fell into hemiplegia."

"I'm sorry," Du Jing said, "I wanted to say that you've changed a lot."

"It doesn't matter, when there are so many things, there will always be changes." Zhou Luoyang said lightly, "No matter what happens, life will always pass, people come and go, all living beings in the heaven and earth will not stop, and everything will flow."

Du Jing: "Heraclitus."

The car stopped in front of Gulou Xiejie, which is the old town of Wanshi. It was extremely difficult for Audi to make a U-turn outside the narrow Bungalow Lane, like a shark swimming into a large number of knotted seaweed areas. The roadside people kept pressing The bell of the old bicycle dinged, looking in from the car window, curious about Du Jing and the scar on Du Jing's face.

Du Jing doesn't care much about other people's eyes now. When others look at the scars on his face, he will let people see them clearly. Only his handsome face, the indifferent expression is arrogant.

Zhou Luoyang took out the key, opened a dilapidated wooden door, and pushed it open with a creak.

This is a small bungalow owned by my grandfather before his death. It is said that it was left by our ancestors. It is located at No. 73, Gulou Xiejie. No one lived there 40 years ago. down, or clutter that can't be repaired.

The bungalow is about 60 square meters, and there is an electric light hanging on the roof. Zhou Luoyang closed the door and pulled the light rope. Under the dim light, there were all cabinets and boxes. On the shelves against the wall were piles of old books and papers, and several scrolls of paintings that had been eaten by insects. There was a box spring bed in the corner with an air-conditioned quilt and dusty thangkas hanging on the wall.

Du Jing walked to the back door, where it was sealed with cement, and the window was nailed with wooden boards. The autumn sky light poured in from the gap, and the rolled up dust was like a beam of light shining in from the time gap of an ancient civilization.

"That's all," Zhou Luoyang stood in the center of the house, thought for a moment, and said, "I can't estimate the price."

"Have you estimated?" Du Jing walked to an old-fashioned table and opened the drawer. Inside were several dials without straps, pressing the "Reference News" from twenty years ago.

Zhou Luoyang: "I estimated that I have dealt with antiques since I was a child, and I always knew it in my heart. The only valuable thing is this suite, which is five or six million, but it also has to wait for compensation for demolition. The possibility of demolition is very low..."

Gulou Xiejie is an ancient building protection area, followed by a large lake. The side facing the lake has been transformed into a commercial street, full of milk tea shops, specialty shops, and cultural and creative shops, just like ancient towns all over the country. culture. But if you walk three or four hundred meters in, you will find a dilapidated alley that no one cares about. You can't rent it out, and the government doesn't dare to demolish it.

"... Besides, it involves the ancestral property," Zhou Luoyang said, "I don't want to sell it either."

Du Jing took out a dial and looked at the sky light coming in from the window.

This watch is very peculiar. It has no hour, minute, and second hands. There are only three square metal sheets on the circular dial, which are staggered by 30 degrees and stacked on each other to form a thin dodecagonal shape. The inner circle is the twelve-hour scale of the day, and the middle circle is the number of days corresponding to the lunar cycle.

The outermost part is the time ring scale of the perpetual calendar.

Du Jing took the high dial and looked at it for a while, obviously attracted by its complex mechanical sense.

"How do you see the time?" Du Jing asked.

"On one corner of the square, there is a teardrop-shaped sapphire," Zhou Luoyang said. "You can only see it when you look at the sun. The direction of the sapphire is the time scale. It's Swiss craftsmanship. I tried to repair it. Walk."

Du Jing said: "It's the first time I saw such a watch, it's very beautiful."

Zhou Luoyang said: "There is no name and no batch. It should be a limited edition. It is a product from many years ago. If you like it, take it away. Or change it? Do you want a Dayton?"

Zhou Luoyang opened the small safe in the corner, there were two watches in it, and he threw one to Du Jing for him to try.

Du Jing tried to put it on his wrist, shook his head, and gave it to Zhou Luoyang.

"Do you know how to repair a safe?" Du Jing asked suddenly, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to adjust the strange watch in his hand.

Zhou Luoyang: "?"

Zhou Luoyang didn't understand, and after a while he said, "Design drawings are needed."

Du Jing glanced at the safe at Zhou Luoyang's house, which was a bit similar to the one in Yu Jianqiang's office, and pointed at it. Zhou Luoyang got up and turned things around, and Du Jing said, "Old-fashioned Kubuni, produced in 1973."

Zhou Luoyang's safe is also Kubni turntable, but the batch is different, and the design has also been changed.

"In 1973?" Zhou Luoyang said, "It might be possible to see the real thing. What are you going to do?"

Zhou Luoyang looked at Du Jing suspiciously, full of doubts in his heart.

Du Jing shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Zhou Luoyang said: "I remember that there is still a manual for it."

Russian safes were very popular decades ago, and the instructions also included how to reset in case of forgetting the password, but it was quite complicated. Zhou Luoyang found a yellowed manual. The batches are different, but the principles should be similar.

"What are you trying to do?" Zhou Luoyang asked suspiciously.

"I'm a little tired." Du Jing suddenly said.

"Sleep for a while." Zhou Luoyang asked Du Jing to go to the spring bed. Du Jing didn't take off his leather shoes, and moved a little inside to leave a space. Zhou Luoyang also stood beside him, lay down on the bed, and began to read the manual.

Du Jing was still looking at the watch in his hand and said, "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock." Zhou Luoyang flipped through the manual and glanced at Du Jing, "Don't mess it up, it's completely broken and can't be repaired, so keep it as a souvenir."

Du Jing adjusted the dial and made a light sound, but it got stuck when setting the date. After turning it a few times, the watch was a bit jerky, and he didn't dare to screw it too hard for fear of breaking it.

The date on the dial stopped yesterday: September 7th.

It was also the day they reunited after nearly three years of separation.

With a soft mechanical sound, Du Jing didn't know where he moved inadvertently. The watch, which had been idle for many years, started to move again.

"It's fixed," Du Jing showed to Zhou Luoyang, "how to reward me?"

Zhou Luoyang: "..."

"You just pulled out the clockwork needle and put it back in, repeating it a few times!" Zhou Luoyang was dumbfounded.

Zhou Luoyang glanced at Du Jing and saw that he was still obsessed with the watch like a child, so he took it from his hand and said, "Stop playing and sleep for a while."

"Call me in two hours," Du Jing said, "Let's have lunch together."

Du Jing turned his body slightly, closed his eyes, and showed a tired expression.

Zhou Luoyang covered the two with a quilt, and continued to read the instruction manual of the safe, which was in Russian again, making him dizzy, so he threw the book under the bed and fell asleep.

Eleven forty-five:

Du Jing suddenly opened his eyes, took out the vibrating mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers, answered the phone, and put it to his ear.

"Brother Jing," said a young man's voice over there, "Where are you?"

Du Jing got up gently, his eyes filled with anxiety that he had just woken up, and said in a low voice, "Speak."

"Yu Jianqiang is dead." The voice was lowered over there.

"In the middle of the night last night, he jumped off the building at the construction site! You didn't watch the news? It broke out half an hour ago!"

Du Jing's face changed instantly, he took his suit jacket and pushed out the door.

At this time, Zhou Luoyang was still asleep.

After Du Jing went around the alley, he changed his Bluetooth headset. The young man still said in the headset, "Where was that spot last night? Do you have an alibi?"

Du Jing didn't answer, just listened to the man in the earphone and said quickly: "The police are looking for people everywhere, all his assistants will be taken away to assist in the investigation, you should find a place to hide for a while, don't be..."

When Du Jing came to the end of the alley not far from the car, he saw two detectives taking pictures of his license plate, stopped, turned around and went back the same way.

Eleven fifty-five:

When Du Jing was about to walk into the commercial street, three criminal policemen came up to him one after the other.

"Comrade, please come with us." The leader showed his work permit.

Du Jing raised his hand slightly, holding the jacket in his hand. The detective took off his earphones for him, briefly searched his body, did not handcuff him, and took him into a police car.

Eleven fifty-eight:

In the warehouse, beside the sleeping Zhou Luoyang, the watch moved by Du Jing, the blue teardrop points to the Roman numeral "twelve".

Eleven fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds...

Twelve o'clock sharp.

The three square metal disks have gone through a twelve-hour cycle, returning to their positions and overlapping. The hour hand, the minute hand, and the second hand are stacked together, making a very low sound, like the sound of water flowing continuously as the clockwork unwinds.

The hands stopped at twelve noon.

Zhou Luoyang's mobile phone alarm clock rang, remarks: at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the partner's dinner, Yu Jianqiang.

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