Chapter 49

Today, Han Chengyu treats guests.

The location is in a bar. Cheng Yan has never been to a bar, and he has never used a hand. Mainly, he thinks this kind of occasion is not suitable for high school students, and he does not like the ambiguous atmosphere and loud music inside. , the only thing that attracted him was the wine.

Cheng Yan likes to drink very much. It may be inherited from his father, and his alcohol intake is acceptable, which is quite drinkable at his age.

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

"Come on." Han Chengyu said this to Cheng Yan, and looked at Cheng Yan with a smile when he spoke. Cheng Yan was a little closer to him because of the secret phone call. Sit next to.

"Just drink whatever you want." Han Chengyu put a pack of cigarettes in front of him. Knowing that Cheng Yan didn't smoke, he pushed it to Song Yu, and Song Yu took it.

Holding the wine list, Song Yu ordered it and put it in front of Cheng Yan, "You order."

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

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

Han Chengyu: "What are you whispering? Take me as an outsider?" He brought the wine list and said, "Don't order me, it's strong and light?"

Song Yu said, "I can't drink him, so it's lower."

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

Cheng Yan's drinking capacity is considered good among his peers. Song Yu doesn't like drinking very much. Out.

"I can't see it," Han Chengyu said, "the old man has a face and cleans up what that rascal did."

"How can you be a hooligan when you drink?"

"Drinking and fighting together are 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, Old Ban really has to say that to him, Cheng Yan has nothing to say.

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

"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked proactively, "Your face is so bad that you're green?"

Really 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 said, will it? Is it really green?

Han Chengyu said: "The things in the store, plus a little trouble recently."

Song Yudao: "One by one."

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

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

Han Chengyu said: "I wasn't a professional in the first place. I dropped out of school because I was motivated, thinking about opening a store to support myself, but there were too many factors that I didn't consider. Sanhu and I were both monks. I don't know what we did in the first place. If you want to learn how to cut hair, there is no point."

The store is small, there are many barber shops, and it is not an old brand. There is not enough traffic and income is not enough. Han Chengyu is a little depressed. Whether the various factors in the market can continue, and now the reality has taught him a painful lesson, 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 people make when they are at a low point can easily be wrong. buy order.

"I asked Sanhu to post a sublease notice, and the people around me who should be contacted also contacted. As soon as someone took over, I bought it, and everything in the store should be cleaned up." Han Chengyu ordered another one. Smoke, uttered in a deep voice in the mist.

Cheng Yan didn't speak. He didn't understand this, but felt a little sad. He didn't study hard now. What will happen in the future? He couldn't figure it out himself.

"What about the three tigers?" Song Yu asked. The three tigers followed Han Chengyu when they were young, and they treated Han Chengyu as his own brother, and he had no opinion on what to do. The two had a very close relationship, such as Brother.

Han Chengyu takes care of the three tigers, because the three tigers... have some problems with their brains.

"Let him find a job by himself first. What he lacks in strength is that there is a way to move bricks at the construction site," Han Chengyu thought about everything, he wouldn't sell everything so abruptly, and he wouldn't be responsible for anyone. "As for me, I'm going to go out and see what I can do. When I find a suitable one, or when I'm better off, I'll take Sanhu over there."

Song Yu heard something wrong, "Only three tigers?"

Cheng Yan didn't notice any difference, looked at Han Chengyu puzzled, and saw that he was silent for a while, holding his cigarette, holding the wine glass on the table, and drinking it down: "His family background is very good, he won't Those who lack food and wear little clothes, don't follow me to suffer."

Song Yu squinted, Han Chengyu's tone was not very happy, probably aware of such a sight, Han Chengyu smiled and said, "Don't just talk about me, please drink, drink."

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

Cheng Yan didn't understand, but he always felt that the atmosphere was not right. Is the one in Han Chengyu's mouth the one he thought? He was not sure, Song Yu did not answer for him, they were all silent.

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

"I thought about it when I came here." Han Chengyu said.

"Where are you going?"

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

"Did you tell him?"

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

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

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

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

After this sound, Cheng Yan finally knew that he was Tang Jiale in Han Chengyu's mouth.

The atmosphere did not allow them to stay any longer. Cheng Yan realized it, and Song Yu realized it too. Song Yu first stood up and pushed the wine glass inside. He didn't mind his own business, but just ordered Han Chengyu, "Tell me well."

After he finished speaking, he took Cheng Yan's arm and left with Cheng Yan.

I don't blame anyone for not drinking this wine.

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

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

Song Yu didn't say it directly, but asked Cheng Yan's own feelings: "What do you think?"

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

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

The answer was ambiguous, Cheng Yan was not sure, looked over and asked, "It's... what is it?"

"Just like us, I didn't pierce that layer of 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: "A lot, our present, our future, our future."

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

"Well, what can't you do?" Song Yu looked at the person beside him with a little worry in his eyes, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Cheng Yan said, "Look at you."

This is difficult, Song Yu stretched his voice: "Look at me..."

Cheng Yan said: "If you are going to play basketball, I will accompany you. If you don't do this, I will accompany you to do other things. In short, I will accompany you in whatever you do."

Song Yu was silent for a long time, but he couldn't bear to look away from Cheng Yan's face. Cheng Yan looked at him with tenderness in his eyes. Maybe he was like this, and sometimes he would doubt the carefree Cheng Yan. It's not him, he should speak softly, so as to hear the desires that can seduce others and affect their dreams.

When he first met this person, Song Yu, who never liked making friends, made an exception for him. He asked himself, would 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 suddenly comes up to chat with him? Song Yu, who hates these fast-food friendships and love, must have an instinct to refuse.

But that time his instinct was not to refuse, but another kind of thing that could be called curiosity and freshness.

Cheng Yan is very good-looking. Yes, he has the feeling of a sunny and cheerful brother next door. He has a very gentle temperament. .

His dimples are looming, his teeth are white, and he doesn't smoke. Standing in front of him, he pretended to ask him for fire, trying to appear calm, but there was still a bit of nervousness in his eyebrows. He really wondered why he was so nervous at the time. also feel that this tension makes this person even more lovable.

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

At first glance, thought he was cute, and thought he was really cute when we got along. still think he is cute. really like to see his smile, showing a little bit of white teeth, and his dimples are so touching that he seems to be able to speak.

At that time, he had an idea that in his social circle, there had never been a lovely person, and he wanted to put him in the object of his contacts, just don't speak, just sit there, laugh every now and then, to satisfy him It's not a bad thing to feel cute lust.

So, they came to today.

Maybe even longer.

Song Yu smiled and reached out and touched 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 did not refuse. Song Yu said: "Your own dream Woolen cloth?"

His feeling for Cheng Yan is more like a younger brother, a loyal younger brother who is willing to follow him, but the only thing that overturns this feeling is that he has desires for him, and it is not pure emotion.

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

"Of course, no one said that everyone has to 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 accompany you. Me, it could be another way, if I gave up my life, I would feel guilty and feel unworthy for you."

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

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

Cheng Yan turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong? Are you worried that my future will not be good?"

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

"It's too Versailles to say this from your mouth, right?" Cheng Yan blamed: "You are being liked by me, 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 embarrassed?" Song Yu grabbed his chin and turned Cheng Yan's face back, facing him, he could see every emotion in Cheng Yan's eyes, "I've said it all here, Are you afraid I know?"

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

Song Yu was very wronged: "I've heard a lot of compliments since I was a child. It's not bad for you to make me happy. You are very good at it."

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

"If you insist," Cheng Yan said without any good intentions, "I just like the way you don't like me."

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

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

He looked at himself, but his face became serious.

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

He was just kicking his legs on the corner of the table, but suddenly stopped, Cheng Yan turned his head and looked into Song Yu's eyes, like a quagmire that suddenly appeared on the green clear waves, stirring up the clear water, and undercurrents surging. .

"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, so noisy, stop now, he was about to lose track of Song Yu's voice.

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 eyes were not forgiving at all, and his voice was so presumptuous and decisive. He broke through his hallucinations and said deeply and sincerely: "Do I need to say more?"