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I don't know if Song Xinheng stuffed all the peripherals that can be bought on the market into this hut. Fang Wei's process of making a choice was not as easy as imagined.Unable to estimate the time it would take to read all these things, Fang Wei picked out some limited-edition albums and off-shelf magazines, and when he woke up the next day, there were still boxes lying flat on the floor that could not be closed smoothly.

It was still very early, Fang Wei got up and went out of the room, not only did not see his father, but also did not see Song Xinheng.I took some oat milk from the refrigerator to satisfy my hunger, and halfway through eating, the doorbell suddenly rang.Mr. Cheng's car was parked at the door. Seeing that Fang Wei didn't pack up his things as usual, he didn't blame him too much. He just put the things that couldn't fit back into the cabinet and moved the box down.

"In the future, you should try to change your indecisive personality to some extent." Fang Wei didn't tell Song Xinheng's whereabouts, but he guessed a thing or two in his heart.Sitting in the back seat, Fang Wei apologized softly: "I'm sorry, I have caused you so much trouble."

As the car drifted away, Fang Wei leaned against the window until the conspicuous villa completely disappeared from sight, then slowly looked away.The road was unfamiliar at first, but as he walked, Fang Wei's memory became clearer. Even if he only walked it once, he still remembered where the end of the road led. When he reached the destination, Fang Wei got out of the car, What I saw was Song Xinheng standing at the door.

I don't know what method Mr. Cheng chose to persuade Song Xinheng, but since he came here, the attitude of compromise is obvious.The temperature in the morning was too cold, Mr. Cheng looked at Fang Wei's red nose, and helped him button the hidden button on the top neckline of the down jacket.

"Go in, don't lose everything you brought." He said, "Don't be nervous, what should go, has already passed."

In Fang Wei's mind, Song Xinheng has great supernatural powers, and gradually lost his confidence in the comparison, forgetting that his family can also do many things for him.In the early morning, Mr. Jiang, who had settled the special appointment for formalities, rushed over from the studio, and was coordinating with the person in charge who had come in advance at this moment. Seeing Fang Wei coming in, he, who had been exhausted all night, gradually relaxed.

"He has already signed the materials to be handed in, and the rest is very simple. When it's over, we'll go home."

Song Xinheng stood at the end of the corridor, maybe Fang Wei deliberately avoided his presence, and even his expression became blurred.From a distance of several meters, Song Xinheng saw the man who had always been unsmiling in front of the camera, with his head slightly lowered, holding Fang Wei's shoulder, speaking patiently and gently.It seems to prove that apart from Song Xinheng, there are actually not a few people who care about Fang Wei.

The person who handled the divorce was also an aunt, but unlike the one when she got married, she had a more restrained personality, and dealt with the troublesome things early in the morning in a taciturn way. He looked calmly at the two people in front of him.Reaching out her hand to pass the documents required for the two to apply for divorce, she asked lightly: "Have you really thought it through?"

Fang Wei nodded. When he signed his name, the past that had been accumulated since the beginning, good and bad, seemed to be suddenly lifted from his shoulders, creating a momentary sense of weightlessness.When handing over the signature pen in Song Xinheng's hand, the other party responded almost inaudibly. Even so, when Song Xinheng signed his name, the strokes that should have been smooth still had a bit of hesitation.

Not so long ago, I was also sitting in this position, but the situation was different then, and my state of mind was also far from what it is now.Recalling the self who carefully handed over the future, and thinking of the fleeting arc of Song Xinheng's mouth when he kissed him last night, Fang Wei was confused by this life that did not progress step by step, as if he couldn't see it clearly until it ended The way forward.

Witnessing the stamping with his own eyes, Fang Wei pinched the small dark green book handed over from the opposite side of the table, rubbing his index finger over the gold-plated lettering on the cover, and his once restrained smile appeared in front of his eyes.Song Xinheng also reached out and took his copy. He didn't say anything, he just stuffed the ID back into his jacket pocket, and left his seat early and walked out the door before Fang Wei turned his head to look at him.

Fang Wei didn't have high hopes for the ending of the relationship that started on the spur of the moment. After all, there are only a few critical moments in life. Vigorous and unresolved are the norm in the world.It's just that when we reached the main entrance, Song Xinheng, who thought he had already left, was still waiting there. Even though there were two people who didn't want to see him standing beside Fang Wei, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Can I see you off?" ?”

He stayed up all night last night, his face was very haggard, and he was a little pitiful when he opened his mouth, but it was impossible to refuse directly.

Fang Wei got into the car, Mr. Cheng and Mr. Jiang tacitly kept silent.Without a clear refusal, Song Xinheng, who had been sullen all morning, drove behind silently.After arriving at the airport, Fang Wei was relieved to see no one from Song Xinheng. After sitting in the waiting hall for a few minutes, Song Xinheng walked in from the entrance side, carrying a lot of snacks in his hand.

"These are your favorite foods, you can take them with you on the plane to eat." Among the pile of snacks, there are even a few meat buns that are still hot to the touch.I don't know where he bought these things from, Fang Wei said thank you naively, but even under the vigilant eyes of the two parents, Song Xinheng watched Fang Wei take a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and then carefully asked: "Can I... Say a few more words to you?"

Mr. Cheng didn't waver at such hospitality, but when he got up, he was gently pulled back by the more calm Mr. Jiang.Fang Wei hesitated for a few seconds, put the bag on the seat, and followed Song Xinheng away.Looking at the backs of the two, one in front of the other, Mr. Jiang softly comforted Mr. Cheng who couldn't let go of his mind: "It doesn't matter, we are all divorced, it's just a few words. You went last night, they divorced this morning , no matter how deep the gap between the two is, Weiwei should still want to say goodbye to him kindly."

Song Xinheng is a public figure, in order to avoid causing commotion, he wanted to find some remote locations in the terminal.Fang Wei followed for a while, seeing that there were a lot fewer people around him, he refused to go any further.Seeing this, Song Xinheng turned back, held Fang Wei's hand, and found a relatively quiet corner nearby. He took off his mask: "Will it be cold when you go back wearing these?"

Fang Wei shook his head, Song Xinheng said something in a low voice, that would be fine, and the conversation ended naturally.

"When you get there, remember to eat on time." After holding back his words for a long time, Fang Wei didn't make any response. His hand in his pocket touched the cover of the document with rounded corners. He wanted to go back a little bit, and listened to Song Xinheng Said: "Remember to ask me for help."

Even if there were times when his life trajectories intersected, there were very few places where Fang Wei needed Song Xinheng's help. Knowing that such a promise might never be used, Song Xinheng said shyly: "Also... take care of yourself, don't look at it again Lost my eyes..."

"Thank you, and you too." Fang Wei lowered his eyes, thinking about what to say, but realized that Song Xinheng was standing closer to him.Standing with numb feet, Fang Wei subconsciously backed away, but was suddenly grabbed by Song Xinheng and was firmly trapped in his arms. Through the down jacket, he could also feel the strength of the hoop on his body, which hurt a little, but the other party didn't care. self-knowledge.

Fang Wei's chin rested on Song Xinheng's shoulder, and he could smell the other party's sadness between breaths.

Song Xinheng bought a ticket and entered the terminal, but the ticket was crushed into a ball and thrown into the trash can.When Fang Wei returned to his seat, he didn't mention Song Xinheng's matter again. The snacks Song Xinheng sent were brought on the plane, and Fang Wei didn't eat any.When he returned to the home where he grew up with these things, he pushed open the door of the room and stayed inside alone, but he didn't feel very lonely.

It's like a dream that needs to be woken up. Although I am no longer the person I was back then, I still feel happy and uneasy.