atypical breakup

"Who are you?" Li Xiucheng repeated with a serious expression, staring at Conghe with sharp eyes like a lone wolf.

Cong He was taken aback, and when he recovered, he felt that Li Xiucheng was deliberately teasing him, and he pulled his wrist back indifferently: "Stop making trouble, get up as soon as you wake up."

He made a posture of getting up, and his upper body was slightly raised, but Li Xiucheng pulled him violently, and pulled him back to the bed without any precaution.

Cong He fell on the side of the bed in a little embarrassment, and looked up with a little annoyance.

Li Xiucheng held his wrist tightly, lowered his head and approached Conghe little by little.When the tip of the nose of the two of them leaned against the tip of their nose, Li Xiucheng asked sternly as if interrogating an enemy: "Let me ask again, who are you?"

Conghe was really dumbfounded now, staring straight at himself in Li Xiucheng's eyes, speechless.

Li Xiucheng's eyes scanned his face, and finally fell on Cong He's slightly parted lips.Through Cong He's slightly parted lips, one can vaguely see the small teeth inside.Li Xiucheng twitched his throat, moved his gaze to Cong He's wrist that he was holding, and said with some doubts, "I think you are very familiar."

"...Huh? Ah." Cong He replied stupidly, but he didn't understand what he said.

"Then you..." Li Xiucheng frowned and said in a puzzled manner, "Who is it?"

"Me?" Cong He thought about Li Xiucheng's question, and replied very casually, "You are a friend I don't know very well."

Li Xiucheng's mouth twitched unhappily, and he couldn't believe it.

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.After regaining his composure, Cong He withdrew his hand, rubbed his wrists and stood up, without even looking at Li Xiucheng who was stunned: "Since you're already awake, get up quickly."

"I'll go prepare breakfast." Before Li Xiucheng could respond, Cong He walked towards the door without looking back.

Amnesia?Li Xiucheng has been watching too many TV shows, right?He sneered in his heart.

Even though Li Xiucheng acted so seriously, Conghe still didn't believe it after all.From an angle that Li Xiucheng couldn't see, Conghe narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even the most cunning hunter will inevitably slip up sometimes.He wanted to see when Li Xiucheng would show his feet.

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"Eat, why don't you eat?" Cong He stopped moving his hands, and looked at Li Xiucheng who was opposite him pretending to be puzzled.

Li Xiucheng stared at the broccoli on the plate in distress.This was picked up by him with serving chopsticks just now.

Li Xiucheng's face showed a puzzled expression like a child's.As if facing a calculation problem that he has never solved, he asked hesitantly: "Do I really... like this?"

Of course I don’t like it anymore. This is the vegetable you hate the most. Every time you see it, you will pick it aside in disgust.Conghe burst into a burst of smug laughter, but it didn't show on his face, he smiled reservedly: "Of course, otherwise why would I do it for you."

Li Xiucheng glanced carefully at Cong He, and picked the broccoli on the dial absently with his chopsticks. Seeing that there was really no way to escape, he picked it up reluctantly.

The chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Amnesia?Eating a broccoli is nothing.The smile on Cong He's face deepened: "Eat."

The emerald green broccoli was tightly held in the middle by the chopsticks, as if grinning grinningly at him.Li Xiucheng's eyes sank, and he handed it in his direction as if death was at home.With that nervous expression, those who didn't know thought that he was going to the battlefield at any time.

Seeing the distorted expression on Li Xiucheng's face, Cong He almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

The broccoli was swallowed by Li Xiucheng.There was a playful light in Conghe's eyes: "Do you like it?"

As soon as Li Xiucheng's movements stopped, he smiled with some difficulty: "...I like it."

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"Is this... what I used to do?" Li Xiucheng pointed to the mountain of clothes in front of him, showing surprise.

Cong He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and said with a sly smile, "Yes, you don't know, you like doing these things now. You were always angry with me when you were not allowed to do them before."

The expression on Li Xiucheng's face froze, as if he was choked by the other party's words.In the next second, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed one of the key words and asked, "'Before'? You mean I was with you all the time?"

Hearing this, Cong He slightly raised his eyebrows—has Li Xiucheng learned to lead the conversation so quickly?It seems that even after "amnesia", Li Xiucheng has not forgotten the previous adaptability.

He tried his best to avoid the trap in the other party's words, not giving Li Xiucheng a chance to succeed: "You think too much, you and I said these things."

"Oh." Li Xiucheng replied in a low voice, his tone seemed not very happy.

He glanced at the laundry piled in front of him, then swept the washing machine next to him, and stretched out his fingers tentatively: "But, isn't there..."

"Don't." Before he finished speaking, Cong and Yi stepped forward, lightly snapped Li Xiucheng's fingers, stared at each other's eyes and said very seriously, "You like hand washing the most, you always say machine washing Not clean."

"So." Cong He pushed Li Xiucheng's hand back, and patted Li Xiucheng's shoulder encouragingly, "Do it well."

When it comes to acting, you can't give up all your efforts just because of a few clothes.Li Xiucheng glanced at Conghe's expression at this time, then looked at the clothes next to him, gritted his teeth cruelly, and said docilely, "I'll wash it."

But a few seconds later, Li Xiucheng's ambition just now collapsed like an old house in disrepair.

He raised his foam-stained hands and ran out crying for help: "Conghe..."

Cong He, who was relaxing in the living room, seemed to have expected it, stood up unhurriedly, and looked at each other slowly: "What's wrong?"

Li Xiuxiang was a little shy, and his eyes were a little apprehensive.He nodded slightly.

Cong He nodded and walked over slowly.Li Xiucheng eagerly gave way, planning to follow Cong He to check the "scene" that he had messed up.

Without warning, Cong He stopped the moment the two passed by.

He seemed helpless, looked down at Li Xiucheng's foamy hands, and sighed inaudibly: "Do you want to keep pretending?"

Li Xiucheng, who thought his acting skills were flawless, was stunned, and explained in a panic: "Conghe...I..."

Cong He waved his hand, signaling to the other party that there is no need to continue talking.He already knew Li Xiucheng's purpose of pretending to have amnesia, but it was his own choice to accept it or not.

Cong He replied clearly: "I know, you want to reconcile with me."

Seeing the hope of getting back together, a bright light gradually rose in Li Xiucheng's eyes.He eagerly approached Conghe a few steps.

"But after you did those things," Cong He continued, "I don't think it's necessary anymore."

Hope is like a glass bottle that crashes to the ground, shattering to pieces the instant it hits the ground.Li Xiucheng opened his mouth, as if he was dumb for a moment, not knowing what to say.

But even if Li Xiucheng wanted to defend himself, Cong He would not give him a chance.Almost rubbing the end of the last sentence, Cong He said with a final word: "You go back, don't make trouble anymore."

Li Xiucheng looked at Cong He with a stiff neck, and saw the unshakable light in the other party's eyes.

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Cong and Zai came back to clean up the mess after Li Xiucheng left.

I don't know how Li Xiucheng washed it just now. The irrelevant bottles and jars were placed on the ground in disorder, like children who lost their support and fell to the ground, silently moving toward the cong and SOS.

It is estimated that the chaotic situation in front of me will not be cleaned up in a while.Conghe held his forehead and sighed with a headache.

He squatted down, and just picked up some of the clothes that fell on the ground, when he heard the sound of "gululu" bottles rolling.Although the voice was not loud, it could still be heard very clearly now that there were only Cong He alone.

Cong He looked over strangely, and saw a small medicine bottle lying quietly at his feet.

How could there be such a thing in Nie Zhengyang's house?Conghe couldn't help feeling puzzled, and reached out to pick it up.

The bottle was still stained with water vapor from the ground, and it was a bit sticky in the hand.Cong He held the bottle up high and turned it around in a small circle against the sun.After some observation, I didn't see any labels as instructions.

He felt more and more strange, but quickly thought about the possible source in his mind.

Both he and Nie Zhengyang were in good health, and the medicines that were rarely used were well put away.What's more, no one has been sick recently.Could it be... Li Xiucheng lost it?Cong He frowned slightly.Thinking of this possibility, his heart suddenly sank.

But why did he take medicine? Could it be... Cong He's expression became more and more tense, and his lips were almost pursed into a straight line.

He suddenly got up and walked towards the living room without hesitation for a moment.There, is his cell phone.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, the ringtone came to his ears.Cong He was inevitably surprised.

Almost in a hurry, he took out his mobile phone, but the second he saw the caller ID, he let go of his restless heart.

It was him and Li Xiucheng who were a mutual friend.

Cong He breathed out, swiped his finger lightly, and connected the phone.In the next second, the question on the phone made his heart, which had just calmed down, return to the air again.

Conghe was like a paper man hanging in the air, swaying helplessly with the strong wind.

I just heard the person on the opposite side ask: "Conghe, how about the doctor you introduced to Xiucheng last time?"