best day

Dewey's broken mobile phone was only repaired in a small shop after he was on a business trip for a week. The style that was so popular at the time has long been outdated.

It turns out that things are the same as feelings, which cannot be eternal.

Sitting on the damp bed in the small hotel, he coughed and turned on the phone, feeling that he might be catching a cold.

Unexpectedly, just after the boot animation, there are overwhelming text messages rushing in.

Except for the occasional greetings from family and friends, the rest are all from Zheng Luolai.

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"Ermeng, why don't you turn it on?"

"I'm back, I want to see you, can you tell me where you went?"

"Your home is in Beijing, so our home is also in Beijing, okay?"

"Dewey, Dewey, Dewey..."

"There has been no news, please pay attention to safety."

"I miss you."

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It's rambling, not at all like the guy who waved his hand and didn't take away a cloud.

Dewey watched with inexplicable feelings in his heart, and finally dropped his cell phone and knocked on the bathroom door: "Master, I'm going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Fang Yu vaguely agreed.

Dewey wrapped the scarf around his neck for a few times, and then staggered downstairs.

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This place is really not rich.

After searching around the humble hotel for a long time, I found a canteen.

There were stains on the glass case, and the brand of cigarettes was suspicious.

It seems that those who caught the swan were red-eyed because of the considerable rewards.

Dewey looked at the small shop for a long time before he bought a bag of red river which he didn't know if it was real or not, and he strolled to the side of the road to smoke it.

He was distracted thinking, why did Zheng Luolai abandon himself so cruelly back then?

Now that it has been abandoned, what is the meaning of this set of returning carbine?

Falling in love with him is because of happiness and compatibility.

But now, apart from the pain, I just can't explain it.

How can I still remember it.

Dewey breathed out his cigarette dejectedly, thinking of Zheng Luolai's smirk with squinted eyes, his throat felt sore, as if he was about to cry.

Of course you have to hold back, what's the point of crying?

In this relationship, it is enough for him to show his timidity.

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But Fang Yu said that after taking a shower, he was seriously looking up information on the computer, and the cell phone that Dewey threw on the bed next to him rang again.

The night was really endless.

Fang Yu didn't like to meddle in other people's business, and thought it might be Du Yi, so he simply connected and said, "Hello, Dewey is not here now."

A strange male voice came from over there: "What about others, who are you?"

Fang Yu said: "I am his leader, and he went shopping."

The man groaned, and said again: "Tell him for me, my name is Zheng Luolai, I have something urgent to find him."

"Okay..." Fang Yu hesitated for a moment when he heard the name, and when he hung up the phone, he couldn't help but put on his clothes and hurried out to look for Dewey.

He can see that this little apprentice has been troubled by love recently, and it seems that there is a turning point now, so the sooner the knot is untied, the better.

Even if Fang Yu's own relationship is not perfect, he also hopes that others can be happy.

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The darkness of the county town is far less than that of Beijing, and even if there is an occasional street light, it is still dark.

It is precisely because there are not many human-inhabited atmospheres that swans like to move around in the waters near here.

If the city is busy, the birds will disappear.

"Dewey! Where are you?" Fang Yu looked around, and finally shouted.

Ermeng, who was smoking in the corner, heard the call and hurried over: "Here, here, what's the matter?"

Fang Yu stuffed the phone to him: "Just now Zheng Luolai kept calling you, I answered it, you can call him back quickly."

Dewey snorted, picked up the phone listlessly, and didn't move.

Fang Yu persuaded: "Why bother, this relationship is not easy, at least you have to let it go in your heart."

Dewey asked blankly: "Master, do you think I should turn back?"

But before Fang Yu could answer, a few men in sloppy clothes appeared out of nowhere, holding iron pipes, and walked towards them slowly.

Dewey blocked Fang Yu first, and asked loudly, "Who are you?! What are you doing?"

The men all covered their faces, but the one who took the lead said in a weird voice, "Don't ask so many nonsense if you dare to block other people's money."

"I wiped it for the sake of the swan again. Do you know that you will go to jail if you catch this?" Dewey was very unconvinced.

The man laughed loudly: "I know, so I have to ask you to go away."

Fang Yu has seen this kind of scene much more than Dewey. He pulled Ermeng away and said calmly: "He is just a student, and I am the TV station. If you want to find me, you can find me and let him go."

"Stop talking nonsense, who is afraid of whom!" Dewey was very impulsive, and after cursing, he reached out and grabbed the stick, and swung it head-on.

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It was a scuffle in the dark.

杜威虽然从小就爱打架斗殴，但毕竟没有什么专业训练，以少敌多身上不免挨了不少的揍。

In the end, someone slapped him hard on the head, and Ermeng immediately became dizzy, feeling the wet liquid flowing down.

His eyes were red from the beating, but he didn't know what happened to Fang Yu. Several men greeted each other and ran away in a staggered manner.

Dewey couldn't hear Fang Yu's voice, so he didn't dare to chase after him. He just threw down his stick and covered his head, and shouted in a panic, "Master! Master! What's wrong with you!"

There seemed to be some slight groans around.

Trembling, Dewey took out his mobile phone, managed to find Fang Yu lying on the ground in the bright light, and rushed to his side only to find that a switchblade was stuck in Fang Yu's abdomen.

"Master..." Ermeng was terrified, but he was a boy anyway, so he quickly dialed 110 and 120, and then supported Fang Yu's head with difficulty and said, "Master, hold on, the doctor will be here soon. Blame me, blame me..."

Fang Yu's bloodless face turned extremely pale. He seemed to be having difficulty breathing, and he smiled strangely as he inhaled unconsciously.

Dewey's worried tears flowed down: "Master, don't talk, let's wait for the doctor, okay?"

"Don't... don't give up... the person you like..." Fang Yu still tried his best to say what he wanted to say, and pulled off his watch tremblingly: "This...for your brother...for me to talk to him say... say..."

Dewey tried very hard to hear what Fang Yu was going to say.

But the always articulate master closed his eyes weakly as if he had given up suddenly.

Dewey hugged him blankly, holding the blood-stained watch, crying loudly in the dark.

It was impossible for him to imagine that this watch was a birthday present from Du Yi to his master.

Fifteen years have passed, and the second hand is still ticking.

Time, after all, lasts longer than people.