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Want to laugh with him.

"Have you had your hair cut?" Shen Heng glanced at him.

"Well, I've been a little unlucky lately. Isn't everything settled? My roommate suggested that I get a haircut, saying that it can eliminate bad luck. But this is not a feudal superstition, it's just a good thing." Song Chenghao hehe With a smile, he stretched out his hand to wrap Shen Heng's shoulder.

"En." Shen Heng didn't say much, but looked up at him: "Where are we going now?"

"Well, I heard that there is a delicious Thai restaurant in the back street, do you want to go together? And I think you have been working too much recently, don't you always complain about your neck pain, I pressed you a few times and it didn't seem to work, After dinner today, I'll take you to a massage, my treat."

"Well... Otherwise, let's go home." Shen Heng paused, hesitating.

"What's the matter, brother Heng? Are you uncomfortable? You're not in the right state today. Why do I think you're preoccupied?" Song Chenghao turned his shoulders and looked at him, and looked Shen Heng seriously up and down: "Is it right? Haven't had a good rest lately?"

"No." Shen Heng put aside his hand on his shoulder: "I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Song Chenghao was curious.

Shen Heng pursed her lips: "Let's talk about it when we go home."

"it is good."

Shen Heng's slightly heavy tone also made Song Chenghao feel a little nervous.

On the way the two took a taxi home, he was also constantly reflecting on whether he had done anything to make Shen Heng unhappy recently. After much deliberation, he still did not, but looking at Shen Heng's face, he decided to keep silent for now. , so he, who has always talked a lot, didn't talk much along the way.

After returning home, the two sat down at the dining table, one on the left and the other on the right.

Song Chenghao tentatively asked, "Brother Heng, what's the matter?"

"Cheng Hao," Shen Heng clasped his hands under the dining table, his palms are cold now, which shows that he is nervous and guilty now.

"Ok?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, um, let's...separate first." Shen Heng said the last three words with some difficulty, almost uttering them one by one.

After he finished speaking, he didn't even dare to look at Song Chenghao's expression, his eyes were on the tablecloth.

This tablecloth was chosen by him and Song Chenghao when they went to the supermarket. It was a grid with pink and blue lines. He laughed at Song Chenghao for being so girly, but after laughing, he still bought this tablecloth. It has been used for a long time and it looks pretty good. good-looking.

Song Chenghao originally thought that Shen Heng, who was not in a good mood recently, was unhappy, so he wanted to talk to himself, but he didn't expect Shen Heng's words to be straight to the point, making him feel as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. on the spot.

Song Chenghao twitched the corners of his mouth, forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and his voice trembled: "Brother Heng... are you kidding me? I think this joke might...not be very funny, but it's okay, just take it back Now, do you want to eat? Let me cook for you."

He stood up almost hastily, wanting to run away from this scene that frightened him.

He didn't even want to ask why, since the incident hit him too hard, he just wanted to escape at this moment.

"Cheng Hao, don't rush away, listen to me first." Shen Heng stood up with him, reached out and grabbed his wrist: "I..."

"Don't say it!" Song Chenghao suddenly raised his tone. When he turned to face Shen Heng, his eyes were red, which shocked Shen Heng. His nasal voice was thick: "I don't want to hear the reason, and I don't want to hear any explanation from you. I just know You want to break up with me, and I give you a chance to explain and let you say the reason, which is to admit in disguise that you want to break up with me."

"But…"

"Come on, I won't listen, and you don't want to say anything." Song Chenghao shook his head and took two steps back, turned around and was about to run to the next room, as if the faster he ran, he could escape if Shen Heng was not allowed to speak. It's the same as dropping this thing.

"Song Chenghao, can you give me a chance to speak?" Shen Heng raised his voice slightly, but still said as gently as possible.

"What do you want to say?" Song Chenghao turned his back to him. Although he didn't turn his head, his voice was obviously choked up: "All you want to say is to break up with me. I don't want to give you this chance."

"I have already applied with the law firm for the qualification to study in the United States in June this year, and the firm is already helping me with the visa procedures." Shen Heng walked slowly to his side, and put his hand on one of his shoulders lightly: "The study time is two years, and I will not come back within these two years."

"Or to put it another way, I probably won't be back in two years."

"Why, just because you don't want to see me? Do you think I'm annoying? Think I'm making you tired? So you're going to America to break up with me, right?" Song Chenghao turned to look at him: "Is it me? What did I do wrong? I have encountered a lot of things recently, and they are quite troublesome. I have to tell you to share negative energy with you every time. Is it because of this that you are tired and want to break up with me? "

"I won't say it again, Brother Heng, can you give me a chance? If you want to go to the United States, I will follow you to the United States. Even if you want to settle there, I am willing to accompany you." Song Chenghao Grab one of Shen Heng's hands, put it near his mouth and touched it with his lips: "I am willing to do anything with you, and I will change anything you don't like, just don't be so silent as to throw me Get rid of it, okay?"

"No, it's not your fault..." Shen Heng looked at Song Chenghao's heartbroken eyes, and couldn't bear it, but the more he couldn't bear it, the more determined he was now.

"I am going to work in the United States. I have a legal basis and a language basis, but you have nothing. When you get there, you can't find a job. The gap between us will only become wider and wider. You will never be able to catch up. Fuck me, is this the day you want?"

Song Chenghao's lips trembled. He had only seen Shen Heng's firm and cold tone when he was talking to Jiang Zhiyu, but he didn't expect it to appear in front of his eyes at this moment.

He felt as if he was frozen, his hands and feet were so cold and stiff that he couldn't move.

Shen Heng closed his eyes, and continued: "Besides, we have been together for so long, and I do feel that it seems really not suitable for a relationship between you and me."

"Do you feel it? No matter how hard we both try, it seems that there is always a gap between us. You are always afraid that I will be angry and that I will not be satisfied with you. Is this the way couples should get along? ?”

"It's not your fault. It's a problem with our personalities. We are not suitable. Maybe as friends, our relationship can last longer."

"I don't want to be friends with you." Song Chenghao shook his head: "You have already promised me, haven't you? You promised me to wait for me, to wait for me to graduate and have a stable job, and wait for me to catch up with you Footsteps, wait until I have enough capital...wait for me..."

"I don't want to wait any longer." Shen Heng interrupted him softly.

These five words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Song Chenghao's heart with one stroke, one stroke, which stunned his mind, and he didn't know how to express himself for a while.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Cheng Hao." Shen Heng repeated: "Now there is a new opportunity to continue to improve, in front of me, I don't want to give up because of the love of my son and daughter."

"Let's be friends again, shall we?"

"If you can't accept being friends again, then let's get together and break up."

"Don't..." Song Chenghao shook his head to himself, he wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, "You're not like this, brother Heng, how did you become like this? You're just making excuses, aren't you? You don't want to break up with me, do you?"

"I'm serious." Shen Heng silently took out the ring that was already warm in his palm from his pocket, and said softly: "This is your painstaking effort, I am not worthy of it, you should find a ring for it." A better and more perfect master than me."

In just a few days, the finger on which Shen Heng put on the ring already had a slight ring mark, and when he took it off, there was a circle of whitish skin.

Song Chenghao was unwilling to reach out to take the ring for a long time, Shen Heng picked up one of his hands, and gently placed the ring in his palm: "Cheng Hao, I'm sorry, you are really good, I am not worthy, I really Not good enough for you."

Having said all that, only the last few words are true.

Shen Heng's nose was a little sore, he restrained the urge to warm his eyes, and bit his lower lip: "Don't waste time on me, live your own splendid life."

Song Chenghao withdrew his hand and looked at the beautiful ring in the palm of his hand that was still reflecting the fine halo under the light. This was a gift that condensed all his design and hard work, but it was sent out less than a week later. The man returned untouched.

He smiled wryly: "This ring is custom-made for you, and the circumference of the finger is also according to yours. You return it to me now to find a better owner for it."

"Shen Heng, am I being too childish, or are you being too ridiculous?" He fixedly looked into Shen Heng's eyes.

This should be Song Chenghao's first serious name called Shen Heng.

Shen Heng lowered his eyelashes: "I'm sorry."

"Is it useful to say I'm sorry?" Song Chenghao held the ring, put it on his chest, stayed for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the living room, opened the balcony window, and threw the ring out viciously.

"Cheng Hao!—"

Shen Heng didn't have time to stop it, and watched helplessly as the small silver circle flew out from the window sill, leaving behind a silver figure in the night, and then disappeared into the night without a trace.

"Since its only owner doesn't want it, it doesn't have any meaning of existence."

Song Chenghao said in a low voice: "Shen Heng, I don't know you well enough. What you said tonight is all right. I have no reason to let you give up your future to stay with me. That's too selfish."

"Even if I go to the United States with you, my language skills are insufficient, and I will only be a drag bottle to cause trouble for you when I get there."

"I didn't mean that..." Shen Heng frowned.

"It's okay, I know you don't mean that. What I said just now is just my understanding of myself. I have self-knowledge, Shen Heng. I used to think that I would be able to catch up with you soon, but it wasn't."

Song Chenghao's expression was sad, but his tone was surprisingly calm, as if he had suddenly matured a lot: "Your major, your occupation, is destined to be extraordinary, and it will take many years for me to catch up with you." Time, I will not be happy during this time, and it may also affect your happiness."

"I really don't want to break up with you, but I can't be selfish enough to hold you back. I won't let you go up." Song Chenghao turned his head and took a few deep breaths. During this period, tears finally fell out of control A few drops fell off the large ones.

When he turned his head to face Shen Heng again, Song Chenghao's eyes were only red and scary, "I like you, Shen Heng, I really like you, I like you."

Shen Heng's words were stuck in his mouth, and he swallowed them abruptly, how dare he leave some hopeless hope for Song Chenghao.

Since he couldn't get rid of Jiang Zhiyu, he really didn't want to see people related to him get hurt.

"...Thank you." Shen Heng finally said two words with a hoarse voice.

The last glimmer of hope in Song Chenghao's eyes was also extinguished, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth: "You're welcome, really, you're welcome."

The atmosphere in the house was so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe, Shen Heng took a step back, "Leave everything here to you, the rent is still more than a year, if you want to live here, you can live here, I will move out as soon as possible." Get out of here."

Song Chenghao didn't speak, but stared intently at Shen Heng with his eyes drooping slightly, as if he had been abandoned.

"I'm going to my room to pack up my daily necessities. I won't be here tonight. You, go to bed early. There are still a few boxes of instant meals in the refrigerator. You can eat them as soon as you heat them up. I'll go first... Good night. "Shen Heng stopped looking at Song Chenghao's expression and movements, turned around quickly and left the living room, and returned to his bedroom.

He squatted beside the bed, leaned helplessly against the end of the bed, covered his face with his hands, and let out a painful cry.

How could he not be sad, how could he not hate!

After reorganizing his mood, Shen Heng took out his suitcase from the bottom of the cabinet.

When he just moved here a while ago, he was still thinking that he shouldn't have to move in the future. He and Song Chenghao have almost settled down, and he may live here for a long time in the future.

Stable at last, he thought then.

But now, even half a month has not yet come, and he is about to leave again.

With each move, Shen Heng's things became less and less. This time, he packed clothes, some daily necessities and certificates, and there was almost nothing left.

He carried the light suitcase in his hand and walked to the living room.

Song Chenghao was still standing at the place where the two were talking just now, motionless.Since Shen Heng returned to the bedroom, he has been standing there looking at the direction of Shen Heng's bedroom. Now that Shen Heng came out, his gaze shifted to Shen Heng again.

"I'm leaving." Shen Heng said goodbye to him.

Song Chenghao still didn't say a word.

Shen Heng didn't speak any more, turned around and walked to the entrance to get his coat, and heard Song Chenghao softly behind him: "After saying goodbye, will we see each other again?"

Shen Heng took a deep look at him, turned and left the house.

When he walked downstairs, he was still a little dazed.

I just came out now, and I don't know where to go for a while.

At the gate of the community, he turned on his mobile phone and searched for nearby hotels.As soon as I saw a good company planning to place an order, there was the sound of a car beeping in front of me.

He looked up subconsciously, the smooth black body was very familiar, it was a Porsche that Xiangyi used to drive when he went to the law firm or school to pick him up.

"Mr. Shen, Xiao Jiang always asked me to pick you up." Like a car parked beside Shen Heng, he got out of the car and said politely: "Give me the luggage, you can get in the car first."

Shen Heng was still a little different at the beginning, but after hearing what Xiang Yi had said, he just twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, nodded and sat in the car.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on at a suitable temperature. The two of them had nothing to say all the way. The car was eerily quiet. Xiang Yi reached out and turned on the music, and a gentle, mellow female voice came out from the speaker.

It's yesterdayoncemore by Carpenters, a classic English old song, singing softly and powerfully, it will make people feel calm after listening to it.

"And the good times that I had, Makes today seem rather sad..."

Shen Heng sang a few words silently in his heart, feeling a little funny.

There is a strange coincidence between these two lines of lyrics and what happened to him now.

Xiangyi drove fast and steadily, but after only a few songs, the car had already driven to the downstairs of the apartment.

"Xiao Jiang is always up there, Mr. Shen, I'll go first." Xiang Yi got out of the car and opened the door for Shen Heng, smiled at him politely, and took the initiative to say goodbye.

"Well, goodbye." Shen Heng nodded to him.

He carried his suitcase, turned around and stepped into the building.

The people in the room were obviously waiting for him, the door was not closed tightly, leaving a tiny gap.

Shen Heng pushed the door open, and was slightly surprised when he saw the layout of the room.

In the past, the layout here was Jiang Zhiyu's usual style, hard and cold, and the daily necessities such as furniture and curtains were all in three tones of black, white and gray, which always seemed to be cold at home.

But now, the floor is covered with a lot of small off-white cashmere carpets, and many furniture from when Shen Heng lived here before, as well as things that were damaged when the two of them quarreled, have all been replaced.

Even the dust cover on the TV has been replaced with a relatively soft beige and apricot color.

A small pot of prickly pear that Shen Heng had brought over on a whim was also transplanted into a beautiful large flower pot intact, and placed on the balcony, with several pots of green plants accompanying it, which looked full of vitality.

"You're here." Jiang Zhiyu was wearing soft pajamas, walked to Shen Heng with a smile, and took the suitcase from him: "I think you are about the same as what that person should say, you are about to Xiangyi went to pick you up, it seems just in time."

"Well, you really don't waste a second." Shen Heng said expressionlessly.

"I miss you so much, don't be angry with me because of this, Shen Heng." Jiang Zhiyu held the box in one hand and hugged him with one hand: "I let Xiangyi choose these new things. Yes, he said that you seemed to like these colors quite a bit, so he bought some of them, as well as the prickly pear you brought over."

He seems to be a child who has done something good, and he is eager to show his results to others: "This prickly pear was almost dried out before, but it came back after raising it for a while. I also bought some other varieties to accompany it. I don't know if you like it or not."

Shen Heng was a little irritable, without saying a word, he snatched the suitcase from Jiang Zhiyu's hand, turned around and went upstairs.

Jiang Zhiyu's joyful eyes flashed a bit of disappointment, he hesitated for a moment, and followed.

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Note: "AndthegoodtimesthatIhad, Makestodayseemrathersad..." two lyrics, from carpenters' song, "yesterdayoncemore"