"Then … where should we go next?" Feng Bujue said. "It's rare for the two of us to come out, and it's the May Day holiday. If we go to the movies, wouldn't that be a bit …"
"Let's go to your place," Passing Rain interrupted in her usual icy tone.
"You … this … I …" The quick-witted and eloquent Brother Jue could not even form a complete sentence at that moment.
"You're overthinking it," Passing Rain said.
"Okay …" Feng Bujue said.
How did these two people understand each other's meaning … Perhaps only they themselves knew.
"Oh, wait a minute," Feng Bujue said as he took out his phone and dialed a number.
About ten seconds later, the call was picked up. Xiao Tan's voice came through. "Hello? Brother Jue? What's wrong? "
"Oh, it's nothing much. I just wanted to invite you and the girl beside you to come out from behind the green belt and have a seat at my place."
…
Five minutes later, the four of them were in Xiao Tan's car.
Xiao Tan and Laughing Soul sat in the front while Brother Jue and Passing Rain sat in the back. The two at the back were quite far away from each other. They held their cheeks with one hand and looked out the window.
"It must be because you were too careless that we were discovered." Laughing Soul was still grumbling.
Xiao Tan replied, "Don't make trouble when I'm driving. Oh … don't forget to put on your seatbelt."
By then, they had removed their sunglasses and hats, and their expressions were awkward.
"It's not his fault." Feng Bujue said from the backseat. "My anti-stalker ability has been systematically trained. Be it theoretical knowledge or practical experience, it's not something you can compare to. Even the local police …"
"Hey! Don't say that out loud! "Xiao Tan roared to interrupt her.
"Ah … Never mind, this is not a bad thing. It's rare for the four of us to get together, "Laughing Soul said. Laughing Soul said, "Furthermore, it's a national holiday, and there will be people everywhere. Going to the captain's house is not a bad choice."
"Yes, that's right. 'The home of an otaku who lives alone is a place where a movie theater, a board game room, a coffee shop, and a restaurant are all in one.'" Passing Rain repeated.
"This is my …" Once Feng Bujue heard it, he was reminded of the words that he had once written in his novel.
"You wrote it in the short story 'The Next Building Has Eyes' three years ago," Passing Rain continued.
"You'll believe me if I write it …" Feng Bujue said.
"Of course, I don't believe what you've written. I'm just guessing how much of what you've written is related to your life in the real world," Passing Rain said.
"If we switch genders … I can already call the police, right?" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways at Passing Rain.
"I'm just guessing. I haven't done any actual investigation," Passing Rain said. "I also didn't expect … to run into you at Thriller Paradise."
"I guess this is fate," Xiao Tan chimed in from the driver's seat without turning his head around.
…
About half an hour later, the group arrived at Brother Jue's home. They arrived at a place that had a movie theater, a board game room, a coffee shop, and a restaurant.
"Ah … It feels like I've booked the whole place for zero RMB …" Laughing Soul jumped onto Brother Jue's sofa and stretched lazily.
"Yo, Arthas, you look so arrogant today." Xiao Tan found the tabby cat lying in the corner and squatted down before it.
"Hmm? Does the captain have a cat? " Laughing Soul jumped up from the sofa and ran over. She knelt down beside Xiao Tan. "Er … This cat's gaze is so arrogant …"
"His expression is strangely similar to master's …" Passing Rain also leaned over.
Arthas was surrounded by three strangers, but he continued to do whatever he wanted as if nothing had happened. It used a standard cat posture to lie on the ground. It scanned the group and then turned its head away to yawn.
"You guys sure don't treat yourselves as outsiders …" Feng Bujue walked at the back and said as he closed the door.
"Hmm? Captain, do you have any cat toys? "Laughing Soul asked.
"I bought some when I picked it up, but I didn't use them once. This thing doesn't scratch or bite. It doesn't react to cat sticks or balls of yarn, "Feng Bujue replied." So, after a few days, I returned all the cat toys. "
"That means … it's quite well-behaved?" Laughing Soul asked.
"Other than the planned planting of sh * t mines and ignoring me, I suppose you could say so," Feng Bujue said. "Speaking of which … why did I hire a master like this to serve me?"
"Probably because it's lonely." Passing Rain left the cat and walked into the kitchen. "What do you guys want to drink?"
"Hey! That's a question the owner should ask! "Feng Bujue shouted.
"Hot water." "Anything," Laughing Soul and Xiao Tan answered separately.
"Hmm? Why is it hot … Pfft … "Xiao Tan was about to ask when he was elbowed.
"I can already imagine your married life," Feng Bujue said coldly.
At that moment, Passing Rain, who was standing beside the fridge, frowned and turned to ask Brother Jue, "Why … would there be underwear … in your fridge?"
Feng Bujue was not embarrassed at all. In fact, he replied in a serious tone, "Ah … Once it goes through ice, it won't be able to go back through the warm ones …"
"So, the reason is because it's comfortable?" Passing Rain asked. Her cheeks blushed, and then her eyes returned to the fridge. "And they're all flat …"
"Hey, hey … What's with this sense of dissonance? Isn't this a reversal of roles? Normally, it should be me who's trying to find out the color of your underwear, "Feng Bujue said.
"How is that normal?" Xiao Tan chimed in. "It's just the degree of insanity that's different …"
…
That afternoon, the four chatted happily and had a lot of fun. The soundproofing of the building was good, and Feng Bujue lived on the top floor. It didn't matter how loud they were when playing board games, as long as they didn't stomp their feet on the floor.
Brother Jue's house was indeed equipped with all kinds of entertainment facilities. In addition to the ones Passing Rain mentioned, Feng Bujue's video game collection spanned across all kinds of platforms, and there were plenty of cartridges … At his house, you could play all kinds of mainstream games from the nineties to the twenty-fifties.
At around five o 'clock, while Feng Bujue was cooking alone in the kitchen, the other three watched Brother Jue's "I am a writer" video. Even though that episode had already been broadcasted on TV, and Passing Rain had secretly recorded it, she still watched this version very carefully ….
The dinner after that was naturally very sumptuous. Feng Bujue's cooking skills made the two girls blush with shame. Of course, the things he did when he was cooking made them blush with shame.
After dinner, the group had no intention of leaving. Therefore, with Laughing Soul's suggestion, they used Brother Jue's rather luxurious home theater to sing karaoke … but it was mostly Xiao Tan and Laughing Soul who sang. These two rich heirs could be considered handsome and beautiful, and their voices were not bad either. Honestly speaking, if they joined a talent show, they could easily get into the top twenty.
Feng Bujue was in high spirits that day, and he sang What's the Meaning of Love. "Actually, a person's life is not that bad. Occasionally, there will be some sadness, but I don't think others will notice. Even if loneliness makes me sad, I will try to make myself look on the bright side …" In many ways, he seemed to be replying to Passing Rain's earlier statement, "Perhaps it's because of loneliness."
At nine o 'clock that night, the three of them bade farewell. The heavy responsibility of sending the two girls home fell on Xiao Tan's shoulders.
…
After sending his friends away, Feng Bujue was left alone in the empty house.
There was still a pile of greasy dishes to clean in the sink, and it was time to change Arthas' litter. When Passing Rain 'checked' his computer earlier, she had deleted quite a number of valuable video files, and they needed to be recovered …
But Feng Bujue only sat on the sofa, turned off all the lights in the room, and closed his eyes silently.
It was as if he wanted to bring this memory into his mind, seal it in a delicate box, label it with a happy label, and store it forever.
Feng Bujue was a pessimist. He had considered that … perhaps one day, the shadow in his mind would not only take away his fear, it would also take away his intelligence and even his life.
If that day really came, at least … he could spend the last few days of his life reminiscing and wandering in his mind.
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