What should I do if I want to get back my first love but can't hold back my face?

【Jiang Huai】

It was still dark, and the room without the lights was dark.

Outside the window, a few huge dark silhouettes were wrapped in the misty sky, which made people's breathing heavy and heart suffocating. Jiang Huai almost didn't fall asleep all night.

Fang Yu was sleeping only a wall away from him at the moment, which made it difficult for Jiang Huai's thoughts to be controlled rationally.

There are still several cans of beer on the sofa in the living room.

Jiang Huai's thoughts paused for a moment on this matter strangely. In fact, he hadn't tasted the taste of alcohol for a long time, but he still didn't move, even though his throat and brain were constantly sending out signals of thirst.

Jiang Huai thought calmly that he would go to the nursing home to take care of his younger sister tomorrow, so he should go to bed earlier, so that tomorrow at least he wouldn't look so bad mentally.

However, his thoughts and reason were not synchronized, he just lay upright on the bed, until the first ray of dawn in the morning fell into the room through the gap on one side of the curtain, and suddenly illuminated a wrist that was half covered by the edge of the quilt.

Only then did Jiang Huai move slowly like a rusty robot, as if he was trying to adjust the broken parts inside, his dry eyes turned slowly, and a few minutes later, he entered the bathroom.

The man in the mirror looked despondent, even a little strange, his stubble hadn't been shaved clean, there were light blue marks under his eyes, and those black eyes were staring at himself in the mirror with gray and emotionless eyes.

After a while, he lowered his head again expressionlessly, spit out the foam in his mouth, and there was no emotion on his face.

After he came out of the room, he left the house in a hurry, as if deliberately avoiding reminding himself that there was another person living in the house, but when he stood on the street with people coming and going, his thoughts inevitably went blank up.

I don't know if Fang Jin is awake?

Suddenly, this idea popped up in his mind inappropriately.

Jiang Huai took out her mobile phone, flipped through the communication interface subconsciously, and almost unconsciously dialed the page of special contacts with her fingers.

He was stunned for a while, almost uncontrollably wanting to make a phone call, until his eyes fell on another name that was next to that name.

Jiang Le.

Jiang Huai suddenly realized what he was thinking. He seemed to be burned by these two words, and took a big step back.

There was traffic behind him, horn honking and cursing intertwined, noisier than ever, and quieter than ever.

Jiang Huai grabbed the phone, rattling the case, until his fingertips turned white. He maintained this almost neurotic movement almost unconsciously, and he couldn't even tell whether he wanted to take a step forward or a step back.

The thirst in his throat and brain was worse than last night, and the surroundings were getting louder and louder. He desperately wanted to avoid these noisy crowds.

He succeeded.

The hustle and bustle in the ear suddenly faded away at this moment, and Jiang Huai didn't even have time to react.The world in front of him was turned upside down for a moment, and became ugly and hateful again.

At the last moment when his consciousness completely sank, he thought of the hug last night when there was no supply.

If only there was a chance.

【Fang Ping】

Probably because of drinking and blowing the wind, Fang Ping developed a low-grade fever before he entered the door last night. After taking antipyretics, he went back and forth for a while, and the temperature did not drop until the middle of the night.

When I woke up in the morning, the clothes on my back were wet.

He got out of bed quite top-heavy, the hangover made his consciousness confused, even so, he still quickly realized that this was Jiang Huai's apartment.

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, then silently folded the quilt and put it at the end of the bed.

The room was very quiet, Jiang Huai probably went out.

After figuring this out, Fang Yi couldn't tell whether he should feel relaxed or sad at the moment, he lowered his head, his gaze still inevitably fell on every familiar corner of the apartment.

The ornaments on the bookshelf in the living room were covered with dust, and it seemed that they hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

It was a little thing carved of wood, with a lifelike little turtle carved out of it, looking as clumsy as the man who carved it.

Jiang Huai was sent to learn crafts from a woodcarver when he was the most troublesome child. The intention was to sharpen his temper. The more tempered he was, the more he learned the craft.But after so many years, I had forgotten all about it. When I was carving this, I went to ask my former master for advice.

Jiang Huai was as clumsy as a layman, and was almost kicked out by the teacher who couldn't rub his eyes several times in the middle of the journey. It took him two months to come up with such a small thing, and he handed it to Fang Zhen with a precious and heavy hand. Laughing is also like confessing, "You don't need to come out of the shell, we can hide together."

When Fang Zhen put the little turtle on the bookshelf, he suddenly turned around and asked Jiang Huai: "If one day I move out, will you throw it away?"

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, "What are you thinking? Do you still want to move out?"

Until today, Fang Yi finally understood one thing slowly: Jiang Huai will not throw it away, but he will never touch it again.

Fang Zhen is a very nostalgic person. When the little daisy he raised when he was young died, he would be sad for many, many years. Losing Jiang Huai seemed to be much more serious than this.

But in fact, it's okay, Fang Yi never felt that Jiang Huai was his own, and he was always ready to lose.

Fang Ping stretched out his hand and slowly wiped off the ash on it little by little. After doing this, he carefully picked up the piece of wood and put it in his pocket.

Fang Yi stood at the entrance, looked around the room, and finally knelt down and put the slippers in the shoe cabinet, completely erasing the last trace of his stay.

He knew that this would be good for both himself and Jiang Huai.

The author has something to say:

The content of the previous life is a bit mournful. I originally wanted to write it after Fang Yi knew the news of Jiang Huai's death, but after a long delay, I still didn't dare to write it out. In the end, it is what you see.

The extra story line is picked up after Jiang Huai and Fang Yu met for the last time in their previous lives. If you don’t know about that meeting, you can go back to Chapter [-]. The simple summary is: drunk, entered the house, and stayed overnight.

ps: This is the end of the episode, thank you for your company along the way~