best day

If you don't come to any place for a long time, you will feel like a world away.

At this moment, Dewey was standing downstairs in Zheng Luolai's small apartment, his mind was at a loss, and he remembered many things from the past.

Every time I come here, I either carry delicious food or a bunch of game discs.

Occasionally quarreling, I don't feel like I'm going to die forever.

But now, everything seems to have changed.

Even though he was rejected so viciously and harshly by Zheng Luolai that night, Dewey was still not reconciled.

He took a deep breath, mustered up the courage and walked upstairs.

——.

The door lock was not changed, and the door was easily opened with the previous key.

But before Dewey came to the surprise, he raised his eyes and stood there instantly: the room that was always comfortable and orderly turned out to be empty, without even half a piece of furniture.

Chaoyang's wallpaper still has traces of hanging picture frames, and the chopping board of the small kitchen has scratches accidentally cut by Dewey.

Although it is empty, the old things are still vivid.

Ermeng clenched her fist angrily and shook around twice, only to find a beige envelope left on the door mat.

It read: From Dewey himself.

He opened it tremblingly, and it turned out to be a few words left by Zheng Luolai: I'm sorry, but I decided to go back to the United States, which is good for both of us.I hope you can return to the original life track as soon as possible, don't think about it, don't think about it.

What a fucking snap.

Dewey stared and watched, tears wet the letter paper in a futile way.

He thought that no matter what difficulties there were, no matter how others treated him, as long as he was willing to persevere, there would definitely be a good result in the end.

Who knew that Zheng Luolai, who was swearing in his vows, would run away so simply.

In fact, Chen Lu is the only one the gangster cares about, right?

Because I don't care, it doesn't hurt.

Dewey wiped his face in embarrassment, and sadly remembered the look in Chen Lu's eyes before he slammed the door and left that day.

Sure enough, he still couldn't escape this question: In fact, what's wrong with His Royal Highness?

Who is wrong?

Is it me, or Zheng Luolai?

——.

"He's gone, are you at ease?"

In the evening, when Dewey saw his elder brother who came to school to take care of him again, he opened his mouth in disgrace.

Du Yi, who was carrying a lot of snacks, was slightly startled, then he stood downstairs in the dormitory and asked softly: "Then what do you think, are you going home?"

"I don't want to go back, the taste has changed." Dewey replied lazily, ignoring him and going upstairs.

Du Yi quickly grabbed his younger brother: "Mom misses you very much, she lost a lot of weight, don't you miss her?"

Dewey was really hit hard, and he said with empty eyes: "Brother, I don't know, can you stop asking me all the time? I'm very tired, and I want to take a rest."

After finishing speaking, he pulled away the grasped arm and stepped back towards the corridor: "Don't come here all the time, let me calm down."

After speaking, he disappeared dejectedly, like a shadow hidden in the darkness.

Is this Dewey?Is this Dewey who is always happy, silly and carefree?

Du Yi slowly frowned, his heart was pulled into a ball.

——.

Dewey went back and lay down for a long time that day.

When I went out in the morning, I deliberately took care of myself, not wanting to look so sloppy.

Who knew that he would become a dead body again in the end.

The students were all surprised by this guy's gloomy temperament recently, and no one dared to ask more questions, but the dormitory was much cleaner than usual.

Dewey hugged the pillow, feeling as if he was sinking on a big ship.

He didn't dare to think about Zheng Luolai, so he thought about what he should do, his parents and brother, and Chen Lu.

Apparently, that overly emotional head is no match for the heavy stuff.

Soon Dewey shrunk into a ball uncomfortably, leaning against the cold wall and could no longer move.

——.

People's emotions will change, people's circumstances will change, but people's living habits are difficult to change.

Although Dewey was in a daze after Zheng Luolai disappeared, no matter how he messed around, he had to survive.

Sometimes when I get hungry and bored, I will wander to a familiar restaurant to have something to eat.

That night was also a coincidence.

He went a bit late, and the place was full.

When he was about to leave, the waiter asked kindly: "Mr. Chen is eating in a private room, do you want to go over?"

Dewey didn't know many people surnamed Chen, and he always brought Chen Lu here before, so he knew who Mr. Chen was.

The two hadn't seen each other for a while since the quarrel broke up.

For some reason, Dewey nodded and followed the waiter without warning.

As expected, Chen Lu was eating by himself, and his slow movements froze the moment Ermeng appeared.

Dewey greeted awkwardly: "Hi."

After the waiter went out, Chen Lu put down the tableware and said, "Sit down."

"I don't want to eat anymore, I just want to say..." Dewey patted his head: "I'm sorry for what I said last time, I was in a hurry."

Chen Lu is not a narrow-minded person. Seeing that the most heartless guy in his life turned into a bamboo pole, he felt very uncomfortable: "If you are told to sit, you can sit down and have a drink?"

Dewey sat next to him awkwardly, poured himself a large glass of red wine, and drank it with his head raised.

Chen Lu sighed: "Why do you think you should spoil yourself?"

"Yeah..." Dewey suddenly smiled: "It's not necessary."

His attitude was really weird, His Royal Highness wisely stopped talking.

Dewey looked at him and said, "You know that I always value my friends the most. I was really sorry last time. I was really in a bad mood."

"Come on, the past is the past." Chen Lu asked, "Aren't you going home now? What are you going to do in the future?"

Dewey poured the wine again: "Go for an internship with my master."

Chen Lu lowered his blue eyes: "If you need my help, just talk."

Dewey shook the wine bottle: "There is no more wine."

Chen Lu originally wanted to dissuade him, but changed his mind for a while, and called the waiter to bring up several new bottles of wine, smiling: "Drink enough, I will accompany you."

Then, the two drank one cup after another in silence.

Dewey drank until his ears turned red, and then he rubbed his face dejectedly: "Do you think I am an idiot? What is it all about? The more I think about it, the more I don't understand."

"Then don't think about it, everything will pass." Chen Lu hit him on the head and laughed.

Dewey also laughed, but the smile was a little distorted.

Chen Lu still curled his lips: "Believe me, people can get through anything, really."