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"No Before, No After" caused an unprecedented uproar. It only survived for one night and half a morning before it was taken over by the Internet Department. They directly blocked the Xiaonei network and prevented anyone from logging in to browse.

I don't know what's going on with Zhu Ming at the moment, whether he is writing a self-criticism in the counselor's office with his friends.

I don't know what happened to Jiang Zhaoyu, whether he was crying with his little sister in the dormitory.

Taking advantage of the recess, Mao Fei lay down on the desk in a daze. On the right was Ran Qing and Xiao Xiao who were discussing buying sneakers again. The left was empty and there was no one there. Zhuang Qiang went back to the front row again.

According to Ran Qing: "Last night when you left Teacher Zhuang, Zhuang Qiang went crazy. He couldn't believe that all the roommates he had been with for almost three years were all gay, and he finally understood why he had always been with him during these three years. We are misfits, and it turns out that the conflict is not caused by the level of class, but the difference in gender.”

At that time, Ran Qing was busy sneering, Xiao Xiao said back: "Fuck the fuck, the gender is different, hurry up and buy "The Art of Communication" to save your negative EQ!"

Later, Zhuang Qiang went to take a bath, muttering about it, and after taking a long bath, he came out and asked Ran Qing: "Do you like me?"

Ran Qing was expressionless, and it was Xiao Xiao who turned back: "What's wrong with you?! How did you manage to survive without being beaten to death? Ah? It's a miracle!"

Mao Fei looked at the back of Zhuang Qiang's head and thought, both of them have the surname Zhuang, why is there such a big gap between people?

After thinking about it, he grinned silly and laughed, his Zhuang Zhou is the best in the world in emotional intelligence.

Just as Zhuang Zhou was about to go out, he sat on the low cabinet in the entrance and put on his shoes, with a file bag beside him.

Huadan Xiaosheng didn't worry about it, thinking that Zhuang Zhou was playing with them, he bit his shoelace and didn't let go, and finally stopped after being slapped on the buttocks.

Zhuang Zhou took the car keys and bid farewell: "Hua Sheng, I'm going out, I'll be back early today."

The Porsche left Hoshizuru Amano, merged into the traffic, and finally stopped in front of the detention center.

After saying hello, Zhuang Zhou met Jiang Yimian in a small room surrounded by bare walls without hindrance.

Not counting today, he has already spent four days here, and in just four days, he haggarded more than two laps.

Zhuang Zhou sat opposite Jiang Yimian, and conveniently put the file bag on the table.

The two looked at each other, one was wearing a black casual shirt, the other was wearing a whitishly washed blue uniform, Jiang Yimian smiled wryly at himself and said, "Who gave me all this desolation?"

Zhuang Zhou was too lazy to talk to him, so he opened the file bag, took out a stack of papers and a recording pen, turned on the recording pen first, and there was a clear sound of footsteps going up the stairs.

Jiang Yimian pursed her lips, her face as dark as water.

There is no window in the room, it is cold and quiet, even the slight sound of flipping through the menu in the recording can be heard clearly.

"Just a pot of Tieguanyin, thank you."

"Okay, you're welcome."

Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps left, and the polite tone became unhappy: "How do you know my mobile phone number?"

Jiang Yimian heard his own voice say: "The rings are all on my hands---"

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Yimian was still staring at the suspended recording pen, motionless.

Zhuang Zhou asked, "I didn't expect that, did you?"

Jiang Yinian looked away and remained silent.

Zhuang Zhou was not in a hurry, picked up the stack of documents and put them in front of him: "These are the records of your own life after I returned to China, including your studies, consumption, medical care, volunteer activities you have participated in, etc., all of which are here. Do you want to see it?"

"Look?" Jiang Yimian raised his eyelids, slowly stretched out his hands on his knees to the table, grabbed the black and white papers and crumpled them into balls, "Zhuang Zhou, don't accuse me of changing, you Also, become hard-hearted."

Zhuang Zhou laughed, "It's better to have a hard heart than you to pretend to be crazy..." Zhuang Zhou paused, "I shouldn't say it's better, but at least I can say it's more decent. I want to ask you, if you cheated as you wished It's so wrong, let him be scared away, let him break up with me, how are you going to lie to me after that?"

Jiang Yimian didn't answer, the only sound in the deserted room was the rustling of him kneading paper balls, there were dozens of sheets of paper, and he kneaded them into tight balls one by one.

Zhuang Zhou was impatient, he took all the remaining intact papers back to him, and silently urged him to speak.

"I didn't intend to lie to you." Jiang Yimian picked up a small ball, played with it a few times, then disassembled it and spread it out little by little, and then tore it into pieces, "When you break up, I will take the opportunity to come in." , you don’t want to go back and chase him, you can only follow me, and I will tell you the truth when we return to the United States. And at that time, you should be glad that I didn’t actually lose my memory or get sick.”

"It's a pity that I didn't expect that he looked so stupid and easy to deceive. I didn't expect that he was not only good at talking, but also stubborn. Say something you don't like to hear. I felt like I was playing the piano to a cow that day. He would say anything. If you don't listen, he will try his best to refute it, and he won't let you in. Even if I don't have any violent tendencies, I will be so angry with him that I will lose control and attack."

Zhuang Zhou seemed to be listening to anecdotes, but they were not exciting. He even wanted to shake his head and sigh, lamenting how pitiful this person is.

"You really need to see a doctor." Zhuang Zhou frowned, "Jiang Yimian, you haven't lost your memory, you've lost your mind. Think about the things you've done, you can't use 'selfishness' to- --"

"Crazy? Selfish?" Jiang Yimian interrupted him funny, and burst into tears with a smile, "I've been thinking about you every day since we separated, what about you? After you really returned to China, you fell in love with him at first sight Didn't you think of me for three years?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at him and said honestly, "I don't want to think of you at all. Unfortunately, I can't help my dreams. I have had many, many dreams about you. After a year, sleeping pills don't work, and I still wake up from nightmares. ..that feeling, to be honest, I'm about to be forced out of violent tendencies."

The ball rolled to the ground, debris scattered all over the table, and the unteared paper was crumbled again.

Jiang Yinian stared at Zhuang Zhou with blood-red eyes: "Are you here to take revenge on me? You have investigated everything clearly. I pretended to be crazy and wanted to chase you back. What are you going to do to me? Wait until you leave , I’m going to be caught and put in prison for four or five years before I can see the light of day again?!”

There were three warning knocks on the door of the room.

Jiang Yimian sat back in his seat dejectedly, and sneered: "I knew it would turn out like this, but I still had hope for you. Wouldn't it be good to stay in the United States... Your assistant even reminded me to apply for a lawyer Defending...is just watching the fun..."

Zhuang Zhou sighed silently for a moment, and continued: "You threatened him with two of his friends. Do you remember what you said?"

Remember, Jiang Yimian recalled wearily, he said that Yunshi University is such a good university, if two homosexuals are exposed, can they still study?

Seeing his ashen-hearted appearance, Zhuang Zhou felt resentment and annoyance: "Your sister Jiang Zhaoyu, she broke up with Zhu Ming last night. She decided to follow your advice and go to study in America with you."

Jiang Yimian wiped away tears and didn't look at him, only wondering in his heart what the relationship between the two was.

"Don't come back after you leave, Fei Fei said that he doesn't want to see you and hear you again. If he didn't say that, just because you dared to shake his head with a teapot, I would send you in Confession, let you regret it."

Zhuang Zhou calmly let him hear every word clearly: "All your materials are in my hands. If you insist on coming back to be an eyesore, you will definitely have a hard time. There are many talents in the country, and there is no shortage of you as a doctoral student, let alone you. A person with depraved character, dubious morality, and unrestrained behavior doesn’t need a time bomb like you anywhere.”

Jiang Yimian stared at him blankly, his lips trembling, and suddenly he snorted again: "When I am willing to come back, I--"

"That's the best." Zhuang Zhou sorted out the materials and put them back in the file folder, and also installed the recording pen.

Jiang Yimian asked angrily, "When can I go out?"

"There is one last thing." Tapping the table with his index finger, Zhuang Zhou said, "I wrote an email and sent it to your school and you with the video and audio of what you did in the coffee shop. Your advisor. You haven’t got your PhD yet, have you? I wish you luck in getting it in the end.”

Jiang Yi reluctantly stood up, and the metal chair legs rubbed against the concrete floor making a harsh sound.

He propped himself on the table, growled with scarlet eyes, "Zhuang, Zhou!"

Zhuang Zhou also looked calmly: "You threatened him viciously and even cursed him, I'll just retaliate a little bit."

He got up with the file bag, and seemed to laugh: "The research direction is brain memory, and I really can apply what I have learned."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the wailing echoing in the small room, unscrewed the door, and walked swiftly.

May is a time of pleasant weather.

The sea of ​​clouds in the evening is soaked by the rays of the sun, which is more beautiful than oil paintings.

The Porsche was parked on the side of a tree-lined path, and a few camphor green leaves fell intermittently from the roof.

Zhuang Zhou leaned against the side of the car with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

There is an artificial lake in front of you, someone is stepping on a boat, and the sound of laughter is transmitted to this path.

Zhuang Zhou was a little distracted, following the laughter, he also remembered some past events that could be called beautiful, but he was no longer moved, and more, bitter.

He cannot lose his memory, but memory has a capacity and a shelf life.

And his Feifei is personally eradicating those old bitterness, using his long-awaited sweetness to occupy his memory, to occupy his whole.

Zhuang Zhou took off his cigarette, looked at the wild ducks playing leisurely in the lake, and sighed with a smile.

Overthinking.

No matter how dull and irritable you are, just thinking about Feifei will make you feel a lot more relaxed, as if there are lovely peach blossoms blooming around you, and you can't help being in a good mood.

A majestic fire cloud appeared in the sky.

Zhuang Zhou admired it for a while, then sat back in the Porsche.

It just so happened that there was an incoming call from the mobile phone, and he laughed before it connected, Zhuang Zhou called him, "Feifei."

In the receiver, Mao Fei's excited voice could not be described with joy: "Zhuang, you, you, you, you are like a god! Do you know? The result just came out. Didn't Zhu Ming never change after repeated admonitions? Although he was not fired, but As you said, the delayed issuance of graduation certificates and degree certificates is not only a probationary period for the senior year, but also a probationary period for working on the job for one year after leaving school. The school will issue certificates only after passing all aspects, otherwise you will be afraid of him. Go out and embarrass our school."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lowly, and just said "hmm" before he could speak, Mao Fei continued to groan: "But doesn't he want to take the postgraduate entrance examination? Our school is kind and didn't say that he is not allowed to take the entrance examination of our school, but he is so embarrassing. I don’t know if he will change his school to take the exam.”

Zhuang Zhou said "hmm" again, but before he could speak, Mao Fei looked away and said, "Well, forget about him, anyway, our Zhuang Qiang is innocent, and the potential threat of 214 has also been eliminated, although 214 will be disbanded next semester. , but still so happy! Zhuang, I can’t wait to see you now! Can you pick me up at the bottom of the big slope, and I, I, I will go back quickly!"

Zhuang Zhou sighed deeply, relieved and happy, and very satisfied, he said: "Don't worry, I'll pick you up, let's go to the supermarket to buy some delicious food, and celebrate at night, okay?"

Of course Mao Fei said, "Where is our appointment then? I just arrived at the school gate."

"Just wait for me at the school gate, I'll drive, and I'll be here soon."

"It doesn't have to be fast, you drive slowly."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Zhou opened the document bag on the co-pilot, leaving the voice recorder behind. For the rest, he got out of the car and walked to the trash can, tore the documents together with the kraft paper bag into pieces and threw them in.

Mao Fei was sitting by the flower bed at the school gate, humming his Zhuang Zhou within three songs.

He excitedly got into the car and got into the passenger seat, and complained first: "Ms. Song left homework again. He likes to leave homework so much, so why can't he learn from you and keep it once a week?"

Zhuang Zhou took his hand and rubbed it, unreasonable with him: "I'll ask him later to see if he can accept my suggestion."

Mao Feile farted, buried his head and kissed Zhuang Zhou's palm: "Oh, why do I love you so much!"

It was not evening yet, and there were not too many people in the supermarket, but the sentence "go to the supermarket to buy something delicious" used the wrong quantifier. It should have been "car", and there were still two cars.

From snacks to cooked food to fruits, vegetables, meat and seafood, there is nothing Mao Fei doesn't want to eat.

Zhuang Zhou asked, "This, do you want to eat?"

Mao Fei said, "I seem to have a little thought."

Then put it in the shopping cart.

I didn't forget to bring two boxes of canned food with new flavors to the two hairy children.

When he returned home with big bags, Mao Fei put them in the refrigerator, fruit basket, and snack box by category, and blamed Zhuang Zhou: "I'm going to the gym to do Zumba next week! Otherwise I'm going to change my name to Mao Very Fat!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed straight, and he listened to everything, but he had to kiss him first. He hadn't kissed him until now, and his heart was itchy.

He came over and held his face in his hands, and said with a kiss: "When you recover from your injury, I will go with you."

In the evening, the two cook together, and the menu is also set by the two of them. When it was served, it was discovered that it was another coincidence.

Garlic eggplant, garlic vermicelli shrimp, tomato fish, stir-fried lettuce.

The garlic dinner is exactly the same as the menu when Zhuang Zhou tempted Mao Fei to go to Bowen with delicious food. At that time, they were still friends with benefits in "Three Chapters of Covenant".

"Carved radish, have you learned it?"

"not yet."

Mao Fei didn't know why he was so proud: "I finally found out that there are things you can't learn."

He also warned: "Don't learn, or I won't be able to laugh at you."

Zhuang Zhou promised him: "Okay."

Peel him a whole shrimp.

After eating slowly, the two huddled together to wash and wash. The dishes came in a set, starry sky blue, which Mao Fei liked very much.

He turned his head and kissed Zhuang Zhou's shoulder, and said, "Zhuang, I'm going to add two strokes to my oil painting later. When I'm done, please help me with a word. Your handwriting is beautiful."

Zhuang Zhou was curious: "Where do you want to add two strokes?"

Mao Fei said mysteriously: "You will know in a while."

Huadan and Xiaosheng also had a taste of it, sat down on the bench on the balcony, washed their faces and licked their hair.

In front of the easel, Mao Fei carefully wrote down his first oil painting, with an exceptionally thin tip, on a boat.

---What is the painting?

---A dream I had.I was rowing on a long river, and the river was full of stars reflected in the sky. I couldn’t tell the difference between the sky and the earth, and I didn’t know whether I was in the long river or the Milky Way.

Mao Fei stopped writing.

In the painting, in the boat, there is another person, a pair of figures cuddling together.

Mao Fei raised his face and showed off to him: "Whether I am in the long river or in the Milky Way, I am always in your arms."

Zhuang Zhou's heart softened completely.

His eyes were almost wet, and he asked, "It's already so perfect, what else do I need to write?"

Mao Fei stood up and gave Zhuang Zhou his seat, and handed him another pen.

"Here," Mao Fei turned over the oil painting, pointing to the title of the work on the back, "although it doesn't rhyme, but I like it, just write it next to it and align with it."

Zhuang Zhou said "hmm", "What are you going to write?"

Mao Fei laughed "hehe" and said, "Do you remember a love story you told me?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at Guaibao whose eyes were full of anticipation, and then looked at the line of seven characters, and immediately understood.

He asked, "Yes—"

Mao Fei snapped back and said, "Yes!"

So Zhuang Zhou no longer hesitated.

He wrote down the pen next to "Full Boat with Clear Dreams Pressing the Galaxy", with a gentle stroke.

He wrote: Zhuang Zhou entered into a dream.