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The two people who happened to meet in the stairwell looked at each other and were stunned.

"Why are you here?"

"what?"

"Who's in the bathroom?"

"Kent."

"You brought him back?"

Han Yesen frowned: "Do you have to say that?"

He didn't like this kind of statement, it felt like he believed that he had done something ambiguous with Kent.

Lie Zhaoxu didn't understand why he felt a sense of anxiety that was about to get out of control.

"He's a man." Even he felt his face stiffen.

"Me too."

"I mean he's as much a man up there as I am."

Han Yesen only felt angry, kicked him, turned his head and walked to the room.Does he really think he can practice with anyone!

Lie Zhaoxu jumped two steps after him and pulled him up: "Han!"

Han Yesen waved his hand away and struggled, but he was pulled into his room and pressed against the wall. He stared at Lie Zhaoxu, thinking that he was just a fake gentleman who couldn't match gentleness and demeanor.

"I don't want to talk to you!" snorted.

"I'm worried about you"

"Hey! Worried about me throwing him down? Worried about me asking him to practice?"

Lie Zhaoxu clicked his tongue and cursed: "I'm worried that he will throw you down! I'm worried that he just wants to practice with you and bully you!" The hand holding his wrist was exerting force unconsciously.

"Hmph. Your attitude is not worrying!"

"Not worried? Do I need to be fierce to you?"

"You will only be cruel to me!"

Lie Zhaoxu let out an ah, was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt speechless and unable to refute.I will lose control, it seems to have something to do with Han Yesen.

"Kent is a gentleman and won't do any practice on me and I won't throw him! You can let go now."

Lie Zhaoxu lowered his hand, reluctantly let go, hooked his fingers: "Hey! Han!"

"What! Want to kill me again?"

"Fathers are stupid, please forgive me."

Han Yesen lowered his head for a moment, then withdrew his hand and walked out of his room.

"Hey. Who wants...to be your son..." The tone couldn't hide the grievance.

His heart felt sore, Lie Zhaoxu's every word was based on the word "responsibility", and his heart ached again.

Lie Zhaoxu sat against the wall, and saw Kent outside the door wearing too short slacks, topless, coming out of the bathroom, telling Han that the clothes were too small and asking him to take another one.With a click of his tongue, he wanted to get up and walk to the next door. After getting up, he sat back in his original position, leaning against the wall.The request for a relationship was rejected, which made it impossible for him to go back to the past, fight with Han Yesen like a friend, and protect him legitimately as a friend.

"I can't even be a father." Being rejected again made him lose confidence.

Laughter came from the next door, and he subconsciously put his ear on the wall to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two of them, and they chatted sentence after sentence. Hearing the sound of Han Yesen rummaging through the closet, Kent seemed to be still shirtless.

"Tsk. The wall is too thin!"

He took a piece of clothing and walked to the next door. Kent nodded to him as a greeting. He glanced at Han Yesen and then nodded.

"I'll wear it for you."

The two looked at each other, maintaining their original demeanor and politeness.

After Kent took it, he put it on casually, and deliberately said in Chinese: "Thank you." He looked at Han Yesen and said, "Han's clothes are too small."

He glanced at Lie Zhaoxu, and childishly just wanted to tell him that he could understand the confession just now.

Lie Zhaoxu frowned and lowered his eyes.

Han Yesen followed the words and replied with a smile, "You can wear Susan's."

Kent looked at Han Yesen's cute smirk, followed by a big laugh, intentionally or unintentionally separated Lie Zhaoxu, turned his back to him, and chatted about going to Germany.He said that he was suggested by his seniors and friends in the company, and hoped that he would go to Germany to receive training together. He also said that the German team needed a translator who could speak Chinese. Engaging in translation might inspire him to write novels.

Lie Zhaoxu didn't continue listening, turned his head and walked downstairs, ignoring Susan's inquiry, it was the first time he walked out of the hut so rudely.He stopped in front of Dora's window, imitated Han Yesen, and pressed his forehead against the glass window, staring blankly at the desserts inside. The phone in his pocket rang non-stop, and he exhaled.

"Chu Peng, you better be busy..."

He walked to the subway station, stopped at the place where there was an empty jar, and went up the stairs. He heard from Chu Peng that Xiaobao's relationship was not going well recently, and asked him to return to China after graduation, so as to take advantage of it.

"Um."

The other end of the phone snorted and asked him why he had such a voice, and asked him gossipingly if he had changed his mind or something.

"say what."

Not even qualified to change his mind, Han Yesen rejected himself from the very beginning.

The voice in the microphone disappeared from the indecency just now, and asked him if he had quarreled with Han Yesen, and said that the only thing that could make him lose control was Master Han Yesen, who would end the call after a few words of persuasion and teasing.

Lie Zhaoxu looked at the phone in a daze, thinking about the word out of control.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always followed his own plan. This is a habit trained by family education. He has planned every step and thought about the achievements he should achieve at each stage.

He rarely makes mistakes, except for No.2 in the whole year of high school.

Also, the lovelorn that was too late to confess this time.

"Lord Han Yesen, you don't care about me at all..."

Take No.1 easily and reject yourself decisively.

In front of Han Yesen, he is nothing at all, even if he loses control because of him, he will not care.

After ten o'clock, he walked back to the hut, and met Kent in front of Dora's window at the corner. He and he stood in front of the red light at the street intersection, and they looked at each other. They didn't even nodded and greeted each other politely, they ignored each other, and the two passed each other like strangers.

Gee.

fake gentleman.

***

After another half month, Han Yesen finally completed his graduation thesis and received the first payment from the publishing house.The manuscript fee was very small, seven dollars or five pounds, and he posted a lot of money to buy second-hand leather briefcases.

"Susan, Row, are you back?" He gave Susan a packet of Fudge.

He said that the first manuscript fee he received was only enough to buy Fuqi candy for her, and when he became a great writer, he would buy a good quality gift for her.

Susan put a small corner of Fudge candy into her mouth, and said that she had this and a pot of black tea would be enough.

"Upstairs. He came back early." He said more about Lie Zhaoxu's dinner with his future boss today.

Han Yesen stepped on the wooden steps with a chirp, a pause and then a wow, and then trampled on the wooden steps again.

"Dinning with Daddy Xiaobao...hey!" He jumped upstairs.

He went back to his room and sat in front of the computer desk. Through the wall, he could hear Lie Zhaoxu talking on the phone. It sounded like he was talking to Lie's mother, with a gentle voice, and the content seemed to be that Lie Zhaoxu would return to China. Go to Shengya Headquarters for training.

Han Yesen squatted on the chair with his knees bent, dazed in a daze.

Column, to leave the hut.

He held the briefcase tightly in his arms, looking like a pitiful boy selling matches,

The door was knocked twice.

"Han."

Han Yesen paused, then lowered his head: "Yes."

"This is for you."

Han Yesen glanced at the small square box on the table, then raised his eyes to look at Lie Zhaoxu, without the previous anger and bravado, there was a lot of fragile emotion in his eyes.

"What's this?"

He had forgotten that Lew, who was not British, could not have stayed in this cabin all the time.

Lie Zhaoxu sat at the table and clasped his hands: "A gift from the little writer."

His eyes signaled him, and he opened it to have a look. Apart from being unnatural, his face was still unnatural.

Han Yesen opened the small square box, and inside was a pen with the words Baiyeshen engraved on it, and there was additional ink beside it.

"Did you know that everyone uses a computer now?" His slender fingers touched the pen, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

"Tsk. Let you use it at the book signing meeting."

Han Yesen hummed, looked at the pen: "...Thank you."

He swallowed the words of mocking him for giving away pens these days, lowered his eyes, and stared at the pens.

"List."

Lie Zhaoxu hummed, and stole a glance at him.

"will you come back?"

Lie Zhaoxu paused, looked at the clasped hands, and pursed his lips.

"Yes. Only go back for two weeks." After a pause, he said, "Aren't you going to Germany?"

"Kent said in the morning to let me get back to him at work."

"You and him... contact each other every day?"

"Huh? Why?"

Lie Zhaoxu listened for a while, but his mood improved inexplicably: "It's okay."

Seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Yesen took another look.

"This...for you."

It's been a long time since I spoke properly, such a smile makes people miss it.

When the two of them make eye contact, the atmosphere is a delicate line between awkwardness and familiarity.

"Little writer, can't you only afford Fudge candies?"

Han Yesen snorted and curled his lips: "Shh, shh! Keep your voice down."

Lie Zhaoxu laughed angrily, his booing was louder than his own.

"How much is it posted?" He touched the briefcase in his hand.

Han Yesen didn't say the price, but motioned him to ask for it.

"Second-hand. But, look here."

He pointed to the side of the briefcase, which happened to have a birthmark printed on the original leather, which looked like a championship trophy.

"No.1, see you off."

"I will fight myself." He murmured.

Han Yesen followed Ben Yan, showing a good mood: "At first I wanted to buy a tie, but I thought it was ordinary. When I saw leather shoes, I couldn't afford it, let alone cufflinks. Any set would cost 150 pounds." Looking up at him, he said : "I hope you will be successful in your career, everything is a woman's mouth!"

Lie Zhaoxu rubbed his head with a smile, and he found that he missed such half-toned Chinese.

"I have a noon flight tomorrow."

"Huh? Tomorrow! So soon!"

"You can't bear me?" After speaking, he was embarrassed.

Han Yesen paused and lowered his head: "Excluding the 34 days and [-] hours when you lost your temper, this is the first time we have been separated for such a long time."

He curled his lips again and smacked him.

"Ah? Why didn't you say you lost your temper?"

"We're going to separate, and you're still arguing with me."

Lie Zhaoxu laughed angrily: "It's not that he won't come back."

34 days and [-] hours, he did not expect Han Yesen to calculate so carefully.

Han Yesen bent his knees and hugged him, leaning his chin on his knees: "Row."

"Um?"

"Remember to contact me when you get back." She pouted, looking reluctant.

Lie Zhaoxu watched him for a long time. He and Han Yesen got tired of being together every day, from brushing their teeth in the morning to going to bed at night, life was full of Han Yesen's noisy voice.He was familiar with every tone of Han Yesen's tone, and he could tell his current mood just by hearing him yell, the level of his tone.

"it is good."

"List."

"Um."

"Come here. Come a little more."

"Yeah." He moved and stood beside his chair.

"My feet are numb." He reached out and pulled his arm.

"Ah?" Lie Zhaoxu took back the sentence that he knew how he felt.

He sighed angrily, carried him on his back, put him on the blanket, pulled his long and slender legs, and rubbed them gently.

"There's also my left foot, it hurts..."

"Who told you to sit on your knees. I told you a long time ago that you can't keep kneeling."

"It hurts! Use less force!"

"It's boring. You really ordered me!"

"Hey! Your feet are numb some other day, and I'll carry you too! I'll give you a massage too! You're so stingy!"

"You carry me?"

Han Yesen endured the numbness: "Don't look down on me!" He raised his sleeves, bent over and hugged his waist, but he couldn't carry it no matter what.

Lie Zhaoxu paused, looked down at him who was busy, stretched out his arms, and hugged him.

"I'll just give you a hug."

He really likes Han Yesen.

It's just the feeling of not being cared about, which can only be called broken love.

Han Yesen followed his hug and leaned forward, with the hand hanging by his side, hesitating whether to wrap his arms around his waist.Smelling Lie Zhaoxu's unique perfume, he pressed his face gently on his shoulder, biting his lip to resist the urge to hug back.

hugged.

When the time comes, Lie leaves, and he will...

I can't bear him.

***

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