atypical breakup

The moment Li Xiucheng opened his mouth, Cong He breathed nervously, and the hands on the opponent's shoulders also became stiff.

"Actually, I..." Li Xiucheng's voice was indistinct due to the position of being buried on the side of his neck.In order to hear more clearly, Cong He couldn't help leaning towards Li Xiucheng subconsciously.

As soon as his cheek was pressed against his thick black hair, the other party stopped without warning.

What is he actually?Li Xiucheng's action of delaying firing while the arrow was on the string, seemed to have a small paw scratching in his anxious and peaceful heart.He stared at Li Xiucheng on the side of his neck with wide eyes, and shook his shoulder in dissatisfaction: "Actually, what? You said it!"

Li Xiucheng shook his head, his hair was messed up because of this action, and it stuck to Cong and his cheeks messily, a little itchy.

The inaction of the other party instantly ignited the long-standing anger in Cong He's heart.Conghe was like a powder keg that exploded in an instant, pushing Li Xiucheng away with strength gushing out of nowhere.Because of too much force, Li Xiucheng staggered a few steps involuntarily after being pushed away, and then slowly stood up and stopped.

Cong He stared at Li Xiucheng and roared angrily, "Li Xiucheng, I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to say it or not?"

Li Xiucheng on the opposite side lowered his face, and the black hair on his forehead was scattered, which well covered the outline of his upper half.Looking from this angle, Li Xiucheng's lips could only be seen moving, and then he heard the other party reply: "You are tired, take a good rest."

If up to now, Cong He has not seen Li Xiucheng's evasive attitude, then he is really stupid.

But the person next to him who has been with him for seven years suddenly becomes so indifferent, and he still refuses to tell him why, how can he be reconciled.Does he really have to admit that Li Xiucheng has changed his mind?

Cong He calmed his breath, tried to make the last effort, and said calmly: "Xiucheng, we have been together for seven years, don't you still trust me? Is there anything you can't say directly?"

They are lovers who have been together for seven years, but in the end they want to communicate but have to rely on their own humble pleading.While Conghe was talking, an unstoppable sadness filled his heart.

Li Xiucheng's response was to turn his head to the side, clenched his hands into fists, and his veins bulged.

Cong He didn't understand why Li Xiucheng would rather make such a gesture than tell the truth.The moment his line of sight touched Li Xiucheng's hands, he suddenly felt endlessly tired, like a traveler lost in the desert, who finally gave up hope after searching for an oasis for a long time without success.

Cong He's eyes suddenly turned cold, like a mass of dead ashes: "Since you don't want to talk, forget it."

Hearing this, Li Xiucheng's palm silently tightened a little more.

Cong He turned around, fetched Li Xiucheng's pillow, and handed it to the other party: "My feet are not recovering for the time being, I think it would be more appropriate for you to sleep in the guest room."

Li Xiucheng turned his face suddenly, looking at Cong He struggling.He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back abruptly in the next second.

Obviously he was the one who refused to communicate at first, but now he put on a look of being "abandoned" by himself, Conghe felt extremely tired in his heart, and pushed the pillow a little closer to Li Xiucheng's direction with a blank expression : "Go ahead, there's nothing more to say."

Li Xiucheng took the pillow with shaking hands, and walked out of the bedroom slowly.For a few seconds, Cong He looked at his lonely back, almost uncontrollably calling out to him to stop.

But he still gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away.

That is to say, from this day on, the relationship between the two people was like a freezing point.

In the morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Li Xiu silently guarding beside him like a big dog.

Seeing Conghe wake up, Li Xiucheng stood up abruptly, reaching out his hand to help him get off the bed.

Cong and He were silent for a few seconds, and then pushed each other's arms away indifferently: "No need, I will do it myself."

Li Xiucheng glanced at him silently, stepped aside, but did not leave, but followed Conghe all the way to the bathroom.He never talked to him, so he just stood by the door without saying anything, for fear of offending the other party.

When Cong He limped out of the room, Li Xiucheng followed behind him step by step.

Cong He walked forward strenuously, frowning - he really couldn't understand the reason why Li Xiucheng did this now.Since you can't give yourself the answer, why bother to put on a posture of being at your disposal, so that people will be bored for no reason when they see it.

This seesaw-like "cold war" started with Li Xiucheng's unilateral declaration of war, and it became more and more intensified because of the confrontation of Conghe and not to be outdone.

From and to the point of ignoring each other, as long as Li Xiucheng is around, he can't stay for a second.It was as if the air was suffocating, unable to breathe.

When he caught a glimpse of Li Xiucheng who was waiting in front of the door and planned to go to the hospital with him, the restlessness in his heart reached its peak in an instant.

He frowned, pushed Li Xiucheng away, and kept a close distance from him.Cong He's eyes were calm, as if looking at an unrelated stranger: "If you can't tell me the answer, just leave me alone."

Then he walked around Li Xiucheng without turning his eyes, and walked out of the door with crooked steps.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor in charge of treatment checked carefully and confirmed that the bone healing was in good condition, and Cong He's mood improved slightly.

After calming down, thinking about his attitude towards Li Xiucheng again, Cong He felt a little belatedly ashamed.

It feels like two children who have quarreled, stifling each other and refusing to speak, and only one of them must bow his head first before admitting defeat.Conghe feels that he is really naive now.

He was fascinated by the signboard of the opposite pet clinic - just a month ago, Cong He was still considering whether to adopt a pet as a life adjustment.After all, there were only him and Li Xiucheng, and sometimes they felt bored.But now, he is not sure whether Li Xiucheng still has the intention to go on with him.

Only then did he truly feel that the world is impermanent, and that it will never develop smoothly as he expected.Conghe sighed.

After he came out of the hospital, he stopped by Nie Zhengyang's house.

"Cousin." Cong He glanced at Nie Zhengyang's messy hair.

Nie Zhengyang was working on a draft right now, but seeing Cong He, he put down what he was doing and started chatting with him.

"How are you and Li Xiucheng doing now?" Nie Zhengyang gently placed the teacup in front of Conghe.

The dark green tea leaves are rolled and entangled under the action of boiling water, like a pair of inseparable lovers.Cong He stared blankly at the scene in the cup, and said in a confused voice, "I don't know either."

"I don't know?" Nie Zhengyang raised his eyebrows with interest, "What do you not know? Good is good, and bad is not good."

"Li Xiucheng has gotten better recently." Cong He lowered his head to look at his fingers, "But I can't figure out what he is thinking."

Nie Zhengyang took a sip of hot tea: "Didn't you ask?"

"I asked," Cong He shook his head, "but he has been refusing to say."

Nie Zhengyang shrugged: "Then there is no other way."

"Yeah, there's no way..." Cong He's eyes were empty, and he didn't know where they fell. After a while, he turned his face and looked into Nie Zhengyang's eyes intently, "But it won't always be like this."

"I only give him one last chance." Cong He said.

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When Conghe arrived home, Li Xiucheng was sitting on the sofa, watching a TV series for the first time.

There are already prepared meals on the table.Cong He didn't look at him, and walked over to sit down on his own.Afterwards, Li Xiucheng followed.

What was shown on TV was an extremely bloody series - the male protagonist suffering from cancer knew that his life was not long, and in order to give the female protagonist a better future, he deliberately asked someone to make the illusion of cheating, hoping to use this Force the heroine to give up and leave her.

The plot just progressed to the point where the heroine learned the truth and came back to look for the hero. After the two protagonists confide in each other, they hugged each other and cried in the rain. Heartbroken roars echoed in the house for a long time.Seeing this absurd and funny plot, Cong He let out a low, disdainful laugh: "If you know you're sick and drive your lover away, is this great love?"

After speaking, he lowered his head to scoop up the hot porridge in the bowl, so he didn't see Li Xiucheng who was opposite him subconsciously froze after hearing his words.

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In the middle of the night, when Cong He was about to fall asleep in a daze, he heard the sound of the door being opened.

Cong He, who woke up in an instant, quickly turned over and pretended to be asleep.

Li Xiucheng walked in lightly, stood beside the bed and looked at Conghe for a while.After confirming again and again that the other party was asleep, he carefully sat down on the side of the bed.

The moment the bed sank, Cong He's heart jumped up crazily like a drum, but he tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

He found Li Xiucheng's hand on his forehead.

Li Xiu's fingertips were rough and slightly calloused.When they first fell in love, Cong He liked to compare the size of Li Xiucheng's palms with each other. Every time at this time, Li Xiucheng's wrist would always be easily turned, and Cong He's hand would be completely wrapped in it.

Li Xiucheng stroked Cong He's smooth forehead, brushing away the messy hair from time to time.That gentle gesture made Cong He's hands hidden under the quilt tremble.

A few seconds later, Li Xiucheng's loving kiss gently landed on Conghe's head.

"I'm sorry." He heard Li Xiucheng say this.

The author has something to say: Well, Li Xiucheng's reason for the "Cold War" is quite nonsensical...