Swimming pool

, Let him lean on for a while, Xie Junxiong's thoughts are all on Cheng Lang.

"You don't love me." Cheng Lang looked out the window, shook his head slightly, his eyes were red.

Standing in front of Cheng Lang, Li Boqiao looked down at the person he loved deeply, feeling infinite guilt and self-blame in his heart.If Cheng Lang didn't say these words today, he still thought Cheng Lang could accept him. After all, his stepfather's illness came on so suddenly back then, and he was really helpless.

But he was wrong, Cheng Lang didn't see it that way at all.He consciously thought of Cheng Lang, but in Cheng Lang's eyes, he let go ruthlessly.

Yes, what Cheng Lang said is right. Li Boqiao never thought about how to bridge the relationship between Cheng Lang and Zhang Yimiao as much as possible, nor did he think about sacrificing his friends for Cheng Lang, let alone realize that Cheng Lang Don't mind him spending more time with his family.

Cheng Lang doesn't want much at all, just a plain companionship and a serious attitude, but he has always believed in the past three years that he made a huge sacrifice to achieve Cheng Lang's happiness and peace.

This breakup caused the precious three years to flow away silently in each other's cold single life. Both of them were tortured, and neither of them was happy.

Cheng Lang looked away from the window, and when he lowered his head, tears dripped on the lens, and then accumulated and fell on the pants, smashing a few sad little wet spots.

Cheng Lang is infinitely sad: "I built a house with all my heart, moving, mixing, plastering, and pouring. Seeing that the foundation was laid, the walls stood up, and the frame of the house was established, I thought I could move in one day. As a result, my partner withdrew and the house fell apart."

From the moment Li Boqiao entered the door, he discovered that the furnishings in Cheng Lang's room were basically the same as they were three years ago.That's right, Cheng Lang misses the past and cherishes love, even the bed sheets have been used for many years, so how could he blame and complain about his lover because he doesn't have time to accompany him?He was not willing at all.

It's all his fault, he didn't handle the relationship between friends, family and lover well, and he ignored what Cheng Lang needed in his heart.

All Cheng Lang's indignation and dissatisfaction can be found at its source, and he is the one who initiated it.

Li Boqiao looked down at Cheng Lang intently, his eyes filled with tears, and he wanted to hug but didn't dare to go forward.

Zhao Yu, who was outside the house, rested his head on Xie Junxiong's shoulder and wrapped it around Xie Junxiong's arm, already tearing up and unable to look closely.

Xie Junxiong was thinking about Cheng Lang, and he didn't want to be wary of half of his body being entangled more and more tightly by Zhao Yu. He straightened his shoulders and reminded softly: "Hey, hey!"

"Let me lie down for a while, I feel uncomfortable." Zhao Yu hummed, he was uncomfortable, half because of Li Boqiao, half because of drinking.

Xie Junxiong had no choice but to let Zhao Yu drag and lean on him, with his hot face pressed against him.He suddenly felt so awkward.

Xie Junxiong reminded softly: "Hey, Zhao Yu, why don't you lie down on the sofa for a while."

"I can't lie down, I feel uncomfortable," Zhao Yu half hugged Xie Junxiong and refused to let go, half true and half false.

Xie Junxiong looked down: Hey, he's such a big man, why are you still crying?His heart softened, and he suddenly felt a strong desire to take care of her.

Xie Junxiong turned his body to help Zhao Yu wipe away his tears.

At this moment, Li Boqiao suddenly opened the door of Cheng Lang's room, and what he saw was Zhao Yu clinging to Xie Junxiong, the two were holding each other's arms, and Xie Junxiong was touching Zhao Yu's face.

Uh......

Seeing this scene, Li Boqiao felt extremely embarrassed and lost. He looked away embarrassedly, confessed to Zhao Yu in a low voice, "I'll go first," and rushed straight to the door.

Zhao Yu hurriedly straightened up and shouted anxiously, "Qiao'er, don't go!"

Li Boqiao lowered his head to change his shoes, but ignored Zhao Yu.He was attacked by the situation inside and outside, and he couldn't stay for a second.

Zhao Yu would stop pestering people now, picked up the coat on the sofa, and hurriedly followed to the door.Before he left, he didn't dare to greet Cheng Lang, so he said to Xie Junxiong, "Junjun, I'm leaving first, and I'll treat you to dinner another day."

After saying this, Zhao Yu followed Li Poqiao closely.He drank and didn't drive that day, if Li Boqiao left, no one would take him.Otherwise, he still doesn't want to leave.

What a rare opportunity to eat Xie Junxiong's tofu...I can't get enough.

But Li Boqiao must have died of grief at this moment, and was sentenced to death by his wife.Zhao Yu pressed the elevator in a hurry. He was already drunk, but at this moment he was really angry.

Zhao Yu patted the side of the elevator door, thinking to himself: God, quickly bless Li Boqiao to drive the car home safely, and it's best to use some divine power to make Cheng Lang forgive him.Li Boqiao is so pitiful. He has been a monk for three years and still takes care of paralyzed patients. If he... Zhao Yu shook his head, it would be terrifying to think about it.

As soon as Zhao Yu left here, Xie Junxiong hurried into the room to see Cheng Lang.Cheng Lang drooped his head alone, sitting silently by the bed in a daze, and when he saw Xie Junxiong coming in, he greeted him with his eyes.

Xie Junxiong picked up the cup fragments on the ground, wrapped them in a few paper towels, and threw them into the trash can.Turning around, he said to Cheng Lang, "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Lang looked up: "Is there any wine left?"

The two brothers sat at the dinner table, Cheng Lang picked up the red wine on the table, "Gulong Gulong" poured himself a glass, and looked at the wine bottle: "Isn't this the award you got that day?"

Xie Junxiong smiled: "How dare we drink if you don't serve!"

Cheng Lang picked up the wine glass and poured half of it with his neck raised, then stared blankly at the table of dishes without making a sound.

"Don't be sad, Li Poqiao also had difficulties at the time." Xie Junxiong comforted him, and it was he who told Cheng Lang about Li Boqiao's serving his stepfather for more than two years.

Without saying a word, Cheng Lang suddenly picked up his chopsticks: "Hey, did you steam the rice today?"

Xie Junxiong looked at him, the corners of his mouth seemed to be curved, knowing that Cheng Lang would come back to life.He stood up and filled a large bowl of rice.

Cheng Lang held the job bowl and scraped it desperately.I worked overtime all night, crying and talking, heartbroken, I'm going to starve to death.

Xie Junxiong rearranged the plate, moved Cheng Lang's favorite food in front of him, and gently reminded Cheng Lang: "Actually, you care about Li Boqiao very much, that's why you are so angry."

Cheng Lang shook his hand, and a chopstick of garlic fell into the plate.Xie Junxiong saw it, and asked slowly: "Do you still love him now?"

Cheng Lang blinked, his eyelids were tight: "I don't know, I'll think about it when I don't see it, and I'm annoyed when I see it."

Xie Junxiong smiled, turned around and brought the rice cooker over, and filled Cheng Lang with rice: "Eat more!"

Zhao Yu thought that Li Boqiao would behave abnormally that night, so he followed closely all the way home and defended himself strictly.Unexpectedly, Li Boqiao didn't collapse at all. As soon as he entered his room, he began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, as if he was looking for something.After a while, the room was quiet again, as if someone had fallen asleep.

Zhao Yu couldn't believe that Li Boqiao would not go to bed without taking a shower.He quietly approached Li Boqiao's room, gently opened the door, and found that Li Boqiao was reading at night while holding a lamp.

Zhao Yu's eyes widened, and he slammed into it: "Qiao'er, you're not writing a love letter, are you?"

Li Boqiao, who has always been calm, was not surprised to see Zhao Yu, but just took a book on the table and covered the densely written light blue letter paper.

Zhao Yu covered his mouth and laughed: "It's really classic, but I guess Cheng Lang likes this."

Li Boqiao looked Zhao Yu up and down: "Don't go to bed yet, you've been forced into such a miserable state."

Having been exposed by his buddies, Zhao Yu pursed his lips and retreated immediately.It's a shame, this piece of shit must be found!

As soon as Cheng Lang entered the company the next day, he was surrounded and pressed by a group of melon eaters.

"Director, treat!"

"Director, send sugar!"

Cai Xin, the new intern girl in the office, has a lively personality and has no taboos when speaking: "Director Cheng, morning! Director Cheng, you have a package from the same city."

Cheng Lang nodded inexplicably, and said casually, "Thank you, I'm not the director."

Xiao Cai let out an "oh" and didn't care at all.Zhu Guoquan was transferred, and Cheng Lang was fully acting as the director. The so-called title was only one announcement away.Seeing that Cheng Lang didn't react much, she added, "There's still a bunch of flowers."

With a heartbeat, Cheng Lang opened the glass door of the office curiously against the peeping and curious eyes of everyone.

An exquisite rectangular box lay quietly on the desk, with a bouquet of flowers pressed on it.Cheng Lang picked up the bouquet and looked at it. Yellow roses were paired with baby's breath and maidenhair fern.Cheng Lang licked his lips, frowned slightly, picked up the gift box, looked up, down, left, and right, and tore off the wrapping paper.

Inside the box was another box with an envelope on top of the box inside.

Cheng Lang looked up at the big office, then lowered his head and unfolded the letter paper.

In Cheng Lang's impression, apart from signing, Li Boqiao seldom wrote, and he actually sent very little news.Cheng Lang didn't expect that he would write such a long letter to himself.

Well, Cheng Lang admits that he has been single for three years, and suddenly seeing a 1 write a letter to himself, the mood is quite uplifting.

Li Poqiao wrote:

Cheng Lang:

This is a late letter.The reunion in the bar is the happiest thing in the past few years.What you said to me tonight made me realize how wrong I was and how much time I wasted.I shouldn't have separated from you so impulsively three years ago. Now that I think of all this, I just feel naive and irresponsible.

Instead of bringing you happiness, I hurt you emotionally, all of this is my fault, I apologize!There are many things that I regret, and I dare not ask for your forgiveness.

Cheng Lang, in the past three years, I have never forgotten you, but there is a patient at home, and I can't do without, so I haven't looked for you.Later, when I wanted to find you, I had already lost my courage and dared not face you again.I am afraid that you will be angry, that you will stop talking to me, and that we will never go back to the past.

I was too hesitant and thought too much, so I procrastinated until now.I haven't had a good time in the past few years, but it's all because of my own planting.I was too cowardly, I gave up the person I love deeply, wasted