Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Prey

The car started, and the black shadow was left behind, getting farther and farther away, gradually shrinking into a black dot.

After turning a corner, the field of vision completely disappeared, and Shen Zhi sat up straight.

"Boss, going home?" said the driver.

"Stop first and catch up with him later."

"Yes." The driver thought for a while, "Boss, you have a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Then what should we do, we can't really let him sleep on the street." Shen Zhi agreed casually.

In fact, he didn't care where Feng Ran slept. He just wanted to see what his so-called "night life" was like.

He has mysophobia, and the person he wants to sleep with must be guaranteed to be clean during the relationship.

Five minutes later, Feng Ran walked out slowly, made a phone call at the intersection, and waved to stop a taxi. At

ten o'clock in the evening, Shen Zhi rarely went out unless he was entertaining. But Feng Ran was right, the night in Jiang City had just begun.

He followed Feng Ran at a distance that was not too close or too far, and in a familiar city, he unexpectedly came to an unfamiliar area. The driver introduced at the right time that this was a bar street.

The crowd was noisy and the lights were dazzling. Chen Zhi was already a little dizzy. In the noisy atmosphere, his stomach also started to mess up. The wine and stomach acid stirred the undigested food. He bit his lip and sweated coldly.

The car finally stopped.

"He went into the one in front...'Chenchenleng', it's a bar."

The fist that was pressing on the painful area slowly loosened, and a few purple marks were embedded in the palm of his hand. The pain was finally not so obvious. Chen Zhi straightened up slightly: "Wait a little longer."

Feng Ran chose a corner to sit down and started drinking. His goal today was very simple - to check the wine list until he was drunk. If one or two stores are not enough, then three or four.

The owner and bartender of Chenchenleng is a very handsome man with long hair tied into a curly braid at the back of his head. Seeing his attitude, he said, "You are the first one to come here to order. The alcohol content here is not low. You should think about it again. When drinking, it is most comfortable to drink in moderation."

Feng Ran said, "Is this hair real or fake? Let me touch it."

"It's real, of course not!"

Feng Ran said, "Oh," "Then can I make a Chinese knot and put it on your head as a sign."

The boss glared at him and left.

Various kinds of wine were placed in front of him, and the alcohol content was slowly increased. Feng Ran was not drunk at all. From time to time, someone approached him, and he politely perfunctorily did not respond.

People left the store one after another. When the second to last glass was swallowed, the esophagus and stomach seemed to be on fire.

The boss came over again.

"Hey, this is strong vodka. If you drink too fast, there will be problems... Leave your contact information, and when you pass out, I will find someone to pick you up."

"I won't pass out." Feng Ran forced a smile, "I won't cause you any trouble."

Jiang City... Whose contact information can he leave?

Family?

He lost his father, and his mother never cared about him after he grew up, while his sister... was usually the one who was taken care of.

Friends?

In the past two years abroad, he had lost contact with all his friends here.

He was like a lonely boat, no sea belonged to him, and he would not stop for any lighthouse.

Feng Ran began to drink the last glass.

There was a thick layer of clouds on top, like cream, and the wine below was very clear. A very beautiful glass of wine.

Feng Ran tilted his head to look at it. It was the first time he looked at a glass of wine carefully tonight.

The boss sat down opposite him and lit a cigarette.

In the sparks and smoke, he held the wine glass, looking calm, and his blurred eyes were filled with decadent beauty.

After drinking half a glass of wine, the boss put out the cigarette and said, "Do you have a password for your mobile phone?"

"No."

After saying this, he put the last bit of wine into his stomach, and his body floated up, like oil floating on the water.

He blinked, and everything began to twist and shake wildly, as if the waves with absolute power could easily swallow him. A beam of light appeared in the haze. He reached out to grab it, but it was too far away and varied, so he couldn't get what he wanted. His heart suddenly surged and

he wanted to cry. His body suddenly fell into an embrace, warm and powerful. He struggled, trying to get more, like a drowning man grabbing grass on the shore.

Unconsciously, two syllables with a strong smell of alcohol spilled from his lips: "Chen... Zhi."

"It's me."

At three o'clock in the morning, most bars were closed and the streets were no longer so noisy. The driver lowered the backrest and slumped in the seat, snoring like thunder.

Chen Zhi was still waiting. Every time someone came in and out of the morning cold, he would make a note in his heart. Four hours had passed since Feng Ran entered, and all the guests had left.

A good hunter must be patient and wait for the most appropriate time to make a move.

He checked his phone. During this period, no one called or sent him a message.

He got off the car and walked into the morning cold.

There was a small blackboard at the door, with three nonsensical "bar rules" written on it:

1. Discrimination against unemployed vagrants is prohibited.

2. It is forbidden to tease the boss.

3. It is forbidden to tease the boss's cat.

His eyes passed the small blackboard and saw Feng Ran lying on the sofa.

And the long-haired man squatting on the side, behaving sneakily.

Shen Zhi walked over: "Feng Ran?"

Feng Ran opened his eyes a little, his face was abnormally red.

"How are you? Can you stand up?"

"He drank too much," said the long-haired man, "He hasn't paid the bill yet." Shen Zhi

carried Feng Ran away, and the boss sat at the door with his legs crossed, looking like he was watching a show.

"Twenty-six people approached him today, but he didn't pay any attention. He just drank. He must be in a bad mood and has someone else in mind."

"Well, thank you for taking care of me." "

It's a small matter," the boss complained when he saw him talking, "but he was too much. He even wanted to pull my hair and use my hair to make a Chinese knot. It was too much."

Feng Ran was drunk, not only did he not make a fuss, but he lost his edge and became quiet and gentle. Occasionally he opened his eyes and looked at Shen Zhi with a soft look.

Shen Zhi told him not to sleep in the car, he nodded and leaned back on Shen Zhi's shoulder.

It wasn't too hard to get him out of the car, open the door, and go upstairs.

Several times, he doubted: "Are you really drunk?"

Feng Ran kept denying it until he entered the house. He answered the question for the last time, spread his hands, and said slowly: "I've said it so many times, I'm really not drunk! Wine list, I want to wash the wine list." Shen

Zhi pulled off his coat and said, "If you vomit here, you can wash the sheets tomorrow."

After everyone settled down, Shen Zhi threw the clothes he had worn into the washing machine, went into the shower, and turned the water to the maximum. He didn't like physical contact with strangers - they had only known each other for a few hours, so of course they were strangers. What

's more, the other party was a homosexual.

A homosexual who was a playboy and made a living by hooking up for one night.

The shock and nausea reached its peak when he realized his special attitude towards himself.

But this emotion soon passed, and he thought of a great idea to maximize the benefits of this feeling that should not exist.

Feng Ran opened his eyes and found himself sleeping in an unfamiliar room. He was covered with a cotton blanket, his vision was dim, and a faint light came through the gap in the curtains. Loneliness and uneasiness came over him, and he propped himself up and sat up. Without waiting for the dizziness to disappear, he fumbled for his mobile phone. When he touched the smooth part, the screen lit up, and the long-lost light stung his eyes.

In the blur of tears, a few numbers gradually became clear.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Alcohol remained on his body for a day, and the smell was not very good. He guessed that this was Shen Zhi's home, but he blacked out. He sat there for a while, without thinking clearly about the cause and effect, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

After getting out of bed, he gently turned the door handle and saw a very long corridor surrounded by railings. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, with sofas and coffee tables below. Everything was very quiet, and it didn't seem like there were other people.

He walked out of the room, went downstairs, took out his cell phone, found the number and dialed it.

"Awake?" The other end answered quickly.

"Well, you picked me up? What's going on?"

"You called me."

Feng Ran said "Oh" for a long time: "I don't remember... I'm really sorry to bother you. I really don't have any friends in Jiang City."

"There is sobering tea and honey water in the kitchen. I'm on the way and will be back in a while."

"Okay, hurry up."

"What's the matter?"

"The house is too big, I feel anxious alone."

Feng Ran lay on the chaise longue, listless, a little sleepy, but unable to sleep. Following Chen Zhi's instructions, he drank the sobering tea, turned on the variety show, and listened to the host's noisy noises. After a long time, Shen Zhi came back.

It was completely dark.

Shen Zhi came over to see him, he was pretending to sleep.

Shen Zhi believed it, walked around him, lightly, making rustling sounds.

Feng Ran waited patiently for a long time, but the other party didn't come.

Just when he couldn't hold it anymore, a thin layer of something covered him.

He opened his eyes and saw Shen Zhi was grabbing the two ends of the thin blanket.

Their eyes met in the air, and Shen Zhi loosened his hand, letting the blanket fall on Feng Ran's face.

Feng Ran showed his eyes and looked at him with a smile.

"You are so slow. I waited for a long time and almost fell asleep."

"Something delayed me on the way." Shen Zhi said.

"What is it?"

Shen Zhi pondered for a moment, and Feng Ran thought he didn't want to talk, so he said, "Are you hungry? Let's eat first. I cooked glutinous rice balls and red bean porridge, and I can also stir-fry some small vegetables."

"Dad asked me to take Feng Qing to the airport, but we ran into the evening rush hour and it was a bit congested." Shen Zhi explained.

His sister had said before that she would stay in Jiang City for a few more days during the holiday. Why didn't she tell him that she was leaving today?

Feng Ran was still wondering, Chen Zhi suddenly said: "Is it okay to eat only porridge? You haven't eaten all day today."

"There are tea and honey water, and small cookies in the box."

"Too little," Shen Zhi frowned, "I'll take you out to eat."

"Where to? You have a bad stomach and are still taking medicine. Try to eat less outside."

"How do you know?"

"I didn't mean to, the window was not closed, it was windy in the afternoon, and your medical record book hit my face," Feng Ran pointed at the sofa innocently, "From the windowsill to here, it's absolutely true." Shen

Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You lie without blinking."

"It doesn't matter. What's important is that I can make eighty-one kinds of stomach-nourishing porridge, no two are the same. Today is the first one, come and try it?"

"Eighty-one kinds," Shen Zhi was surprised, "Did you teach yourself?"

"Well, I have studied each one. I will make them for you to try if I have the chance, if you want."

Shen Zhi didn't respond for a while. He fell into deep thought, considering the possibility of this coming true.

He takes care of his own meals. The cooking auntie comes occasionally. She is his father's cook and doesn't budget carefully for him or consider his stomach problems.

It may take a long time to taste all the eighty-one kinds of porridge.

It seems that they are not bad.

Feng Ran kicked off his slippers and went to the kitchen to get porridge. When he brought it up, there was only one bowl.

Chen Zhi said, "What about yours?"

"It's a bit too late," Feng Ran supported his arms behind his head and stretched, "I bought a train ticket home, and the train leaves in half an hour."

The hand holding the porcelain spoon froze, and Chen Zhi looked up: "What do you mean?"

Just now, weren't you still planning to make porridge?

Why do you suddenly want to go home?

"There is nowhere to go and nothing to do here."

"What are you going to do after you go back?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, anything is fine. Repair cars, play with others, open an Internet cafe, take photos, sing, model... or do nothing. Anyway, I still have 10,000 or 20,000 yuan on hand, and it will take a long time to spend it all." Chen

Zhi drank the porridge mouthful by mouthful, as if he didn't hear.

The porridge was very sweet. In addition to glutinous rice balls and red beans, there were also yellow rice, red dates, and wolfberries. The red dates were peeled and pitted, making them very easy to eat. There were so many ingredients at home. The whole pot of porridge was filled to the brim, with just the right consistency and temperature.

Shen Zhi had never tasted such delicious porridge. He didn't know that a simple porridge could have so many variations and be made so well.

But he was leaving.

Feng Ran continued, "I know my hometown well, so you can come any way you want," he stood up and walked towards the huge schoolbag, "Then you eat first, there's more in the pot, don't eat too much at one time, and don't eat it for several meals in a row, put it in the refrigerator, and wait--"

"Must you leave?" Shen Zhi interrupted him, his voice a little anxious, "I mean, those things don't have to be done at home. You are in Jiang City..." Shen

Zhi couldn't say anything more.

He didn't expect Feng Ran to go home, and he was confused for a moment. He shouldn't have said these things to keep him, their relationship was far from this level.

The progress was so fast that he didn't expect it.

Why would Feng Ran want to go home at this time? What on earth was going on?

When he dodged his gaze mischievously, Feng Ran was staring at him with a playful look in his eyes.

There is nothing more interesting than watching the prey step into a carefully crafted trap step by step.