Chapter 1 - Do You Still Know to Come Back?

　　At ten o'clock in the evening, the station hall was still crowded, and the exit was crowded with drivers who came to pick up passengers and chanted "Go to the airport?" Jiang Kezhou dragged a small suitcase through the crowd, and rejected a few middle-aged women who asked him if he could not live in a hotel. He did not try to find a reception figure among the long-awaited crowd. He just wanted to go far and grab a taxi.

　　He was so tired that he stood on the curb and stretched out his hand, blinking his dry eyes. It was inconvenient to travel on business, and he also suffered from insomnia, and he hardly fell asleep for three days and two nights outside.

　　The taxi didn't come, and a black Mercedes was parked in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing a young smiling face: "Mr. Jiang, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

　　Jiang Kezhou didn't expect to meet an acquaintance, so he was stunned: "Xiao Liu? Why are you here?"

　　"Mr. Ye said when you came back from a business trip today, he specifically asked me to come and take you home." Liu Zhun got out of the car to help him with his luggage, "Don't stand outside, get in the car first."

　　Jiang Kezhou was sceptical, and subconsciously wanted to refuse to pick him up. But he didn't say anything so he silently handed the luggage to Liu Zhun, opened the door and got on the car.

　　Liu Zhun turned the steering wheel and said: "Mr. Ye has an important event tonight, so he can't come to pick you up in person. But he cares about you and just called me."

　　"Really?" Jiang Kezhou smiled and didn't go down to answer.

　　When the car got on the high speed, Liu Zhun concentrated on driving and stopped talking. Jiang Kezhou was relieved secretly, and a "what the hell could I say.jpg" appeared in his mind. Breaking up is really troublesome and embarrassing. Others think of them as a couple, so it's hard for him to go up and explain "We actually have nothing to do with each other anymore."

　　When people are tired, their brains works slowly. Jiang Kezhou thought for a while, not only did Ye Zheng take the initiative to go up instead of avoiding it, but he couldn’t resist fatigue and was a little motion sickness. After a while, he leaned in the back seat and lost his mind. Fell asleep.

　　Strange to say, he can only stare in the quiet and dark hotel with soft beds, and when he arrives in the back seat of this not spacious car, he is like taking a quick-acting sleeping pill.

　　It wasn't until the car entered the community that it bumped on the speed bump that suddenly awakened him. Jiang Kezhou sat up straight and blinked to make himself awake. The Mercedes Benz slid smoothly across the driveway and stopped at the door. Liu Zhun helped him with the suitcase. Jiang Kezhou thanked him, and was called by him when he was about to go upstairs: "Mr. Jiang!"

　　He turned and stopped: "Huh?"

　　"I almost forgot. Mr. Ye explained before. After that, let you report to him that you are safe when you get home."

　　"Okay, I know." Jiang Kezhou nodded, "You go home, you have worked hard today."

　　Liu Zhun watched him enter the building, and then started the car and left.

　　The corners of Jiang Kezhou's mouth collapsed as soon as he turned around, and his brows frowned slightly. What exactly does Ye Zheng mean? Call to report safety? Unfortunately, he can figure it out.

　　Jiang Kezhou had been with him for more than three years, and he never knew that Master Ye had such a gentle and considerate habit.

　　Excluding the habitual exchanges of courtesy, if it is said that the old love is unforgettable, even he himself feels hypocritical. Jiang Kezhou thought about it, and finally attributed this exhortation to Ye Zheng's whim-he had never done anything less if he thought of it anyway.

　　He put his shoes in the hallway, and the box stood by the door. Even if he was tired to death, he didn't have the habit of littering. Everything belonging to the other person in the bathroom has been cleaned up, a lone toothbrush poked on the wash table, Jiang Kezhou glanced blankly, took off his shirt and trousers, put it in the laundry basket, and turned on the shower. The cold water that hadn't heated up poured down his head and face, and he shivered when it was cold. The mist slowly climbed up the mirror, and the coldness that had been lingering since entering the door finally fell into his heart as sinkingly.

　　Their relationship is not even in love, and can only be described as cohabitation. A more accurate description is called nurturing. And he is the one who sells his body.

　　Even if there is no relationship to maintain, the bits and pieces of getting along in the past three years cannot be completely obliterated by a single break up. Jiang Kezhou is introverted by nature, so quiet and not moving, being alone is far more than going out. But he actually doesn't like an empty and uninspiring home, and hates the darkness and silence of the deep ocean that fills the house when the door is opened.

　　It always made him feel that if he died at home one day, maybe no one would find out.

　　After being with Ye Zheng, although he doesn't live here often, and comes twice every three days, it is enough to add a bit of population to the over-spacious house, even if it is not enough to constitute expectations, at least he is no longer resisting.

　　Jiang Kezhou held his breath, raised his head and let the water flow on his face, until the feeling of suffocation forced him to move his head, and then he took a few heavy breaths against the wall.

　　He walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, dried his hair, and took out the almost dead cell phone from his coat pocket. Liu Zhun brought him the words "to report safety," and did not explicitly say whether he was calling or texting. Jiang Kezhou took advantage of his own initiative and decided not to confront Ye Zheng.

　　He searched the contact, entered the text message interface, stared at Ye Zheng's name for a while, typed a few lines and deleted them, and repeated the words, but it seemed that it was difficult to eliminate the faint embarrassment between the lines no matter what.

　　In the end, Jiang Kezhou didn’t add the opening and directly wrote “I’m home, thank you”, but unfortunately the full text hadn’t typed yet, but the phone could not bear his hesitation, so it made a simple and rude choice for him: the small red light on behalf of the battery flashed happily. After a few times, it turned off automatically.

　　Jiang Kezhou was stunned and laughed after a while.

　　It is also a solution.

　　He charged the phone, put it on the bedside, changed his pajamas and wrapped himself in the quilt, planning to send text messages when he woke up tomorrow.

　　The next day was a working day. Jiang Kezhou got up early and took the subway to go to work at the company. He works as a product manager in an Internet company. The position is not high. One year's salary is only enough to buy a larger bathroom in this city. As for the house he currently lives in, it is estimated that he can win it for half of his life without eating or drinking.

　　Knowing that Jiang Kezhou had nowhere to go, Ye Zheng generously left the house to him when he broke up-Ye Zheng knew everything about Jiang Kezhou, and a house was nothing to him. According to secular standards, he was in material aspects. His generosity far exceeded what he asked for from Jiang Kezhou.

　　In short, he is a good money master.

　　Jiang Kezhou spent a day dealing with part of the backlog of work during the business trip. Two new interns were recruited in the department in September. Due to the busy schedule, the orientation work has been delayed until now. It happened that the day when he came back, the office had gathered people and his salary had just been paid, so the team members in the WeChat group suggested to go to dinner in the evening to meet the wind and welcome him by the way.

　　Jiang Kezhou reflexively wanted to decline, and then he thought that he was now free again, so why bother to refrain, it would be better to think more about his work, and then he agreed.

　　Their team plus 15 new colleagues, and Zhao En, the Product Manager in charge of team building, asked everyone what they wanted to eat in the group. The others didn't say anything, waiting for Jiang Kezhou to express his position first, when a new boy named Han Xuyang suddenly said "I really want to eat Sichuan food".

　　Zhao En looked up a little embarrassed and asked Jiang Kezhou as if unconsciously: "Director Jiang, how about Sichuan food? Can you eat spicy food?"

　　Zhao En is older than Jiang Kezhou, is married and has children, and has a good relationship with Jiang Kezhou. He usually jokes in private. Regarding him as the head of the ship, suddenly there was a solemn call to Director Jiang to remind him. Jiang Kezhou was taken aback for a moment and understood what he meant, but he didn’t take leadership seriously, only when college graduates just graduated didn’t adapt to the corporate environment and didn’t take it to heart. He smiled and said, “Sichuan cuisine is also good, Zhao En, go order. At that time, just give me something that is not spicy."

　　Zhao En went out to call, Han Xuyang turned back to his computer, hung up the headset and continued to work. The young boy was clean and white, with ear bones with silver earrings exposed under his chestnut hair, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, looking very happy.

　　It's a child after all.

　　Jiang Kezhou has a light taste and is not too spicy. In the evening, all the dishes on the table are cheap. Their team is easy to get along with, and there are girls, so they don’t have the habit of drinking to death. They only toasted a drink when they first served the food, and then they clinked their glasses. Jiang Kezhou sat with him for a while, and Han Xuyang suddenly carried it. A full glass of beer came over and said with a smile: "I will offer Brother Jiang a glass, and I will ask Brother Jiang for more advice in the future."

　　He has beautiful eyebrows and can see the traces of subtle modification. The smile under the light is a bit enchanting, Jiang Kezhou picking up the half of his glass, he touched it at will, and said: "Wr have to work hard together in the future."

　　Zhao En snickered, Jiang Kezhou fooled newcomers with these words every year.

　　Han Xuyang did not drink, said: "Brother Jiang, let me offer you a glass. I will fill it up for you."

　　Jiang Kezhou smiled and said: "It's fine when you mean it."

　　"How can I do it. I'm very sincere. I will trouble Brother Jiang from now on." Han Xuyang took the wine bottle to fill his glass, blinked at him, and said softly: "Brother, give me a face."

　　Jiang Kezhou was swept away by his eyes, and got goosebumps. He said this in his heart. The little boy is so sophisticated. When he arrives at the wine table, he is quite arrogant. The scene is open and talkative. Now he doesn't look like a newcomer.

　　He didn't want to make people faceless, but was too lazy to talk, so he took the glass.

　　Han Xuyang also did it gracefully.

　　After he returned to his seat, Jiang Kezhou heard the female colleague next to him say in an unbearable tone: "I'm going." After dinner, they left after 8 o'clock, and they clamored to sing again. Before the exhaustion caused by the business trip was completely relieved, Jiang Kezhou knew he couldn't hold it, so he said goodbye to them and prepared to take a taxi home. Ye Zheng sometimes asks the driver to pick him up at the company. Zhao En has met him several times. Although he doesn't know his identity, he knows he has a partner, so he asks with a cigarette, "Why don't you call your house to pick you up?"

　　Han Xuyang turned his head and looked at him with a surprised look: "Brother Jiang, are you married?"

　　"No," Jiang Kezhou shook his head, not much to say: "It's not too late, I'll take a taxi and go back. You have fun."

　　Zhao En smiled and said, "Go ahead, the emperor, please go slowly."

When the taxi passed downstairs, he glanced at the car parked in the distance. The shape felt a bit familiar, but it was too far away and it was too dark to see clearly. Jiang Kezhou paid the fare, went upstairs to open the door, stood in the hallway while changing shoes while reaching out to touch the light switch. Just when he pressed it, a cold voice suddenly sounded and filled the whole living room with the lights-

　　"Do you still know how to come back ?"