Self-cultivation of spare tire

At the opening ceremony of Harvard, Chen Zhu met Xu Lanting again.

Under the open-air podium, there was a lot of noise.Freshmen from all over the world gathered together to talk freely, and graduate students from various colleges followed professors to deal with people from all walks of life.

Among the crowd of people in suits, Chen Zhu saw Xu Lanting at a glance.

The man sat in the second seat, surrounded by a group of outstanding alumni.

Xu Lanting has a laid-back posture, with gauze-tied hands casually placed on his knees, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and when he tilts his head to talk with people, the thin lenses reflect subtle light.

Across the sea of ​​people, the thin thread of fate moves gently.If Xu Lanting felt something, he turned his head towards the new area.

And just when the man's eyes passed through the crowd and landed on Chen Zhu, Chen Zhu lowered his eyes, and then moved his eyes away.

Xu Lanting smiled lightly and looked away.

They tacitly kept the most appropriate distance from each other.

Even if they kissed each other countless times two years ago, even if they spent countless nights of sweat and hot flashes...

At this moment, they even looked away from the crowd calmly.

"Next, we want to invite Chinese international students to express their vision and expectations for the future!"

The applause was thunderous, and the voices were full of people.

An oriental face appeared on the big screen.

The young man got up slowly, with a calm demeanor and a steady demeanor.

He walked onto the stage slowly, shook hands with the principal and professors one by one, then calmly walked to the podium, raised his hand and slightly raised the angle of the microphone.

There was a fine electric sound, followed by his voice as clean as mountains and flowing water, "I am honored to be able to stand here and speak as a representative of Chinese students studying abroad."

He first introduced himself in Chinese, and then started his speech in fluent English.

"So handsome, which school is he from?", "I heard that Professor Edward snatched it from the School of Chemistry, and asked him to visit the laboratory with him during the interview on the same day."

"What's his name?"

"Huh?" Xu Lanting returned to his senses slightly, and the alumni around him were still asking, "He looks very good, what's his name?"

Xu Lanting pursed his lips, his eyes were filled with relief, "His name is Chen Zhu."

"Chen Zhu?"

Xu Lanting: "A gentleman is like a bamboo." The man's gaze never left the person on the podium, "Never branch or vine, rather bend than bend."

The time is dislocated, and the sweetness after the bitterness rushes to the throat.

"I'm Chen Zhu from Class Three..."

"A gentleman should be like a bamboo, regardless of whether it is cold in winter or warm in summer; regardless of prosperity or adversity, he should be neither humble nor overbearing..."

The youthfulness faded away, and in the tempering of time, the seedlings finally grew their own veins and stretched out branches towards the higher sky.

"...Thank you everyone." Chen Zhu took a few steps forward and bowed in salute, then turned around and hugged the principal again.

Seeing the people walking down the steps slowly, Xu Lanting lost his mind for a moment.

Bowl.

When we first met, Xu Lanting was still the eldest son of the Xu family surrounded by everyone; as time went by, Xu Lanting lost even the right to look up to him.

When Chen Zhu walked past him without looking sideways, it was delusional for Xu Lanting to even say congratulations.

"The next speaker for us is Mr. Shen Qingqu, the representative of graduate students in international relations."

Shen Qingqu walked onto the stage, his eyes fell on Chen Zhu who was in the crowd.

"Student Chen's speech is very wonderful, let us applaud him again."

Chen Zhu smiled, and the camera captured his clear smile. On the big screen, his eyebrows and eyes were extraordinarily gentle.

After the humorous and witty opening remarks, Shen Qingqu began to get to the point.

While Chen Zhu was listening seriously, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head slightly, but the man's low and mellow voice overwhelmed Shen Qingqu's speech on the stage, and rang in Chen Zhu's ear.

"Student Chen, I wonder if you have time, I have something to talk to you about."

Chen Zhu clenched his fists, resisting the urge to call him out in public.

Just when Chen Zhu thought that Xu Lanting was about to press on, the man lowered his head and looked at Chen Zhu in a begging gesture.

"This is the last time in this life..." Xu Lanting paused, then said with a smile, "Little gentleman, can you save me some face?"

After a long time, Chen Zhu said, "What do you want to say?"

Xu Lanting just looked at him, quietly, waiting for Chen Zhu to make a final word on life and death.

"In this life," Chen Zhu stood up and said slowly, "for the last time."

The door of the utility room was slammed shut, and then there was a muffled sound on the door, followed by a suppressed growl.

"Xu Lanting, you fucking scum!"

Chen Zhu's hands were cut behind his back, and he was pressed heavily against the door.

He struggled hard, raised his foot, and hit Xu Lanting's abdomen hard with his knee.

The man snorted, then smiled nonchalantly, and continued with his hands.

He tilted his head, pulled off his tie, smiled, and carefully tied Chen Zhu's hand to the doorknob.

Chen Zhu was about to shout for help, but Xu Lanting pressed his lips.

"Azhu," Xu Lanting's hand was very strong, but his voice was as gentle as water, "I miss you so much."

Shameless... Chen Zhu couldn't imagine what kind of heart Xu Lanting had in saying such shameless words.

Anger burned Chen Zhu's reason, he opened his mouth, and bit Xu Lanting's gauze-wrapped palm fiercely.

The blood trickled down Xu Lanting's wrist, drip by tick.

But Xu Lanting actually showed a hint of pleasure, biting harder and more painful...

As long as it was given by Chen Zhu, no matter if it was pain or hatred, he would be happy with it.

Xu Lanting approached, simply bit the corner of the gauze, and pulled it hard, completely exposing the wound under Chen Zhu's teeth.

He lowered his head, resting against Chen Zhu's forehead, looking into his ruthless eyes, with a smile that was so wicked.

"That's right, I'm a scumbag." Xu Lanting let go of his hand suddenly, covering Chen Zhu's voice with his lips, "Since I'm a scumbag, then..."

Can he be so reckless once, stepping on the moral boundary line, and bullying him again...

Chen Zhu's broken voice was severely blocked by the man.

Bastard... Chen Zhu struggled and bit Xu Lanting fiercely.

In the blood, the man just narrowed his eyes slightly, and then deepened the kiss.

Chen Zhu was furious, and kicked Xu Lanting hard again, but the man was like a ghost who couldn't hurt, and further demanded everything from him.

However, the man didn't care about Chen Zhu's biting, instead he hugged him even tighter, leaving no room for Chen Zhu.

The tight hug, the passionate kiss without leaving any room left Chen Zhu almost suffocated.

Finally, under Xu Lanting's relentless attack, Chen Zhu could no longer hold on.

"Uh—" During the movement, Chen Zhu was choked suddenly, turned his head and coughed heavily.

For a moment, he felt that the air in his lungs was almost taken away by Xu Lanting.He coughed and panted heavily.

And Xu Lanting looked at him quietly for a while, then slowly raised his hand and patted him on the back.

For some unknown reason, the actions of the man's hands were extremely gentle, as if the person who pressed Chen Zhu and kissed fiercely just now was not him.

Chen Zhu took a breath, looked back, and looked at Xu Lanting coldly.

His cold gaze, full of hatred and anger, pierced Xu Lanting's chest like a sharp sword.

"Xu Lanting—"

And just before Chen Zhu made a sound, Xu Lanting suddenly leaned over, and he leaned over, pressing his solid shoulders on Chen Zhu's body.

The man hugged Chen Zhu in his arms slowly and carefully.

The bell in the auditorium rang, and the opening ceremony came to an end.

The headmaster's deep voice came through the radio.

The speeches of all the guests have ended, and at this moment, the closing speech is being held.

Chen Zhu heard Xu Lanting say softly: "There are still 21 minutes."

What... Before Chen Zhu could react, the man's hand was a bit heavier.

Xu Lanting hugged him tightly, and lightly touched Chen Zhu's shoulder with his cheek.

"Xu Lanting..." Chen Zhu struggled, but was hugged even tighter by the man, "You—"

Suddenly, Chen Zhu couldn't say a word anymore...

Because, his shoulder socket was wet for a while.

Xu Lanting hugged him silently and buried him on his shoulder silently.

Tears, something that hadn't appeared since Xu Lanting could remember, were slowly soaking Chen Zhu's shoulders at this moment.

Chen Zhu turned his head, pursed his lips, and did not speak again.

He quietly looked at the tattered basketball among the debris.

"You're like that basketball."

"Fuck, you say I'm a ball?"

"At first I really wanted it. But I couldn't afford it at all. Then I told myself repeatedly that I didn't like it that much. Gradually, I really didn't want it that much."

Chen Zhu sighed, raised his head and closed his eyes.

In the quiet little house, it was their silent farewell.

The bell of the auditorium rang again, and the sound of fireworks exploding was lively and festive.

In the last minute, Xu Lanting finally let go of Cinderella who did not belong to him.

Chen Zhu turned his head and didn't want to look at him, but he caught a glimpse of Xu Lanting's red eyes from the corner of his eye. The man's eyelashes were very long, tied into locks by the water, drooping dejectedly.

Cursing, questioning, warning...all stuck in his throat, turning into a sigh.

Chen Zhu loosened his wrist, and immediately, it was wrapped by the man's broad palm.

Xu Lanting rubbed his wrist lightly, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but only apologized in vain.

Ruined your life, sorry.

Broke your heart, ignored your self-esteem, disappeared again and again, and suddenly appeared again.

Feel sorry…

From the very beginning, on that dizzy hot afternoon, I approached deliberately.

It was wrong from the start.

Xu Lanting once didn't believe it, and he was paranoid and wanted to bring everything back on track. Now, he finally understood Chen Zhu's sentence "wrong initial conditions, and the correct value cannot be found."

He let go of Chen Zhu's hand, trying his best to suppress the growing paranoia.

"Sorry." Xu Lanting's tears fell on Chen Zhu's wrist, Chen Zhu froze, and then slowly and firmly pushed him away.

Whether it was apology or repentance, or Xu Lanting's entanglement today, Chen Zhu never said a word.

What should be said has already been said clearly.

They have been entangled for many years, but at this moment they are looking at each other without words.

Chen Zhu had already heard someone calling his name, and after searching, he came to the door of the utility room.

He raised his hand, but Xu Lanting was one step ahead of him, and slowly opened the door.

The man's lips brushed against his ear, and gently kissed the tip of his ear.

"Let's go." Xu Lanting pushed the door open with a hoarse voice.Before I regret it...

He said: "Azhu, don't be afraid." The light outside the door hurt Xu Lanting's eyes, and he squinted his eyes, like an evil ghost seeing the light, and could only go back to the dark corner.

I'll lock myself up well.

He gently pushed Chen Zhu's shoulder, with tears in his eyes, but a sincere smile on his lips, "Azhu, don't look back."

Chen Zhu clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and turned around.

Just as his figure merged into the light, the man behind him suddenly called out his name.

"Chen Zhu."

Chen Zhu didn't look back, but just clenched his hands.

"Look back at me, okay?" The man's throat trembled. This sound was regret and prayer.

"Azhu..."

Unfortunately, it was too late, too late.

Chen Zhu closed his eyes and did not look back after all.