On the wedding day, he was taken away by his scumbag ex

The two made an appointment at a certain hot pot chain restaurant, Huo Qing ordered mandarin duck hot pot, and Shu Yicheng asked him to go straight to Jiugongge.

Huo Qingqi said: "This is very spicy." Shu Yicheng's cooking is limited in how spicy it can be, so it's not very edible.

Shu Yicheng: "I can eat."

After the bottom of the pot and the dishes came out, Shu Yicheng really worked hard, ate the dish and the iced drink, and ate heartily.

They lived together for more than a week, and the chili they ate together was not as much as this meal.

Huo Qing couldn't help reminding: "Eat less, your stomach can't take it."

"It's okay, it tastes good." Shu Yicheng gulped down half a can of cold beer, his face was covered with sweat, and the hot steam from the bottom of the pot couldn't cover his red and bloody lips, "I have something to ask for your help .”

"what?"

"I recently—why are you here?"

Hearing that Shu Yicheng's tone changed suddenly, Huo Qing raised his head from the seasoning plate, and found a person standing by the table, who came over at some time, and was greeting Shu Yicheng with a smile: "A few days ago, I heard from Lao Fang that you are in N City, I Thought he was lying."

Shu Yicheng: "I'm back to work."

Huo Qing thought that it was probably his former classmate, so he lowered his head and continued eating, pretending that he didn't exist.

The person said again: "I've called you several times, but your phone has been turned off."

"The number has been changed."

Ordinary people would take out their mobile phones or business cards at this time to exchange new contact information, but Shu Yicheng remained silent, "Are you coming to dinner too?"

"I have an appointment with Yuan Zhen. He has something to do at the moment." The visitor kept laughing brightly, "If he knew you were here, he would definitely come here. He has always wanted to meet you."

This sounds a bit strange.

Huo Qing felt that it was inappropriate for him to be here, wiped his hands, and said to Shu Yicheng, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Unexpectedly, Shu Yicheng's friend was very enthusiastic, so he specially greeted him: "I'm Qi Yue, and I'm Shu Yicheng's college classmate, hello."

"Hello."

Shu Yicheng lowered his head, looked at the steaming hot pot, and said calmly: "We are eating."

Qi Yue: "It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. Since we met, why not..."

"inconvenient."

"It won't take long, Yuan Zhen lives not far from here."

The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.

Huo Qing felt that it was rare for a classmate to meet by chance, so he wanted to leave first.

But Shu Yicheng had already moved first, he put down his chopsticks heavily, and replied word by word: "I'm having dinner with friends, don't you understand?"

Huo Qing was a little surprised, and couldn't help looking at Shu Yicheng across the table.

Impatient and indifferent, as if facing an unreasonable stranger, how can there be any joy of reunion with classmates?

If you look more closely, there seems to be a looming gloom - a kind of aura that is incompatible with Shu Yicheng.

It was Shu Yicheng who he had never seen before.

But when he wanted to observe carefully and find out, Shu Yicheng returned to his original appearance.

Be relaxed and smile.

It was the original Shu Yicheng.

——The words are still not pleasant to listen to: "It's not convenient now, let's talk about it later."

Huo Qing couldn't help suspecting that the heat that had just evaporated was too thick, causing him to be unable to distinguish the hallucinations caused by the north, south, east, and west.

How can the person in front of you have anything to do with the word "gloomy"?

Qi Yue was probably tired of laughing, and regardless of the presence of other people, she sat down, looked at her calm old classmate with a fake smile, and said lightly, "You and my cousin have known each other for so many years. No? Is it too unfeeling? "

Huo Qing felt a little tense, and felt that it was inappropriate to stay any longer, so he waved the car key at Shu Yicheng as a signal, called the waiter to pay the bill, and left first.

When he left, he took away the last bit of heat left in this world.

Shu Yicheng leaned against the back of the chair, his face turned completely cold: "I don't know your cousin well."

"You didn't say that before." Qi Yue looked at him strangely, "I won't remember after that."

There were cheers and laughter from all directions.

The young waiters shuttle back and forth neatly, providing warm and thoughtful service.

The soup base is flaming out, and the hairy tripe, beef and mutton are dipped in chili pepper and tumbling around.

The whole restaurant is full of warm and relaxed cheerfulness.

Shu Yicheng looked down at his nails for a moment, bent his fingers, and lightly clasped them on the can.

The chill from the freezer was sent to the brain through the little nerve ending at the knuckles, reminding him of the temperature of the liquid in the tank—and reminding him of some disgusting past.

It's really fun.

At this moment, Qi Yue took out her mobile phone: "I'll call Yuan Zhen to ask him to come over, at least to save face, you say..."

"You don't have that face."

Shu Yicheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, his deep eyes were full of shadows, and even his eyelashes were stained with something shocking, "Get lost."

Huo Qing thought he would have to wait for a long time, but in less than 10 minutes, Shu Yicheng appeared.

Just: "What happened to your face?"

Shu Yicheng consciously shrank back towards the co-pilot, smiling with half of his face covered in bruises: "I was punched by a classmate."

Huo Qing couldn't believe it, he saw that Shu Yicheng had a strange relationship with his classmates, but he didn't expect to do it directly in public: "How are you?"

"It's okay, just keep it for a few days." Shu Yicheng whistled cheerfully, his mood was so high that people couldn't figure it out, "The hot pot is delicious, come again next time."

"..."

I really don't know whether to say he has a big heart or a rough nerve.

After going back to take a shower, Huo Qing remembered that Shu Yicheng asked him for help, so he went to the guest room and knocked on the door.

Shu Yicheng's voice came from inside: "Who?"

"it's me."

"I... I'm a little busy now, yes, what's the matter?"

Huo Qing thought about it, he didn't know if there was anything wrong, but judging by Shu Yicheng's performance, it probably wasn't something urgent.

"It's nothing."

He lifted his foot to go, but felt that something was wrong.

There will be another 20 minutes until nine o'clock. In the past, Shu Yicheng would sit on the sofa in the living room and wait to watch the evening financial news, chat with him, and then go back to his room.

Living together for more than a week is his unshakeable habit.

Today, he retreated into the room as soon as he came back, and he hasn't come out until now, and he hasn't talked to him as usual.

Just as he was hesitating whether to continue knocking on the door, there was an inexplicable sound from inside, as if something had landed on the ground, the sound was clean and crisp, and then stopped abruptly.

He was worried, and knocked on the door again: "Shu Yicheng?"

This time no one answered.

Huo Qing couldn't wait any longer: "I'm coming in."

The door was unlocked and entry was easy.

But the scene inside really scared Huo Qing enough.

On a late autumn night, the air oozes chill.

In such a season, Huo Qing was sweating all over his body, some were frightened, and some were anxious.

It was so easy for Shu Yicheng to come out of the examination room and be sent to the ward. After learning that he had an acute stomach disorder, Huo Qing breathed a sigh of relief, took a chair and sat beside the hospital bed, and asked, "Why don't you say you can't eat spicy food?"

He is so addicted to spicy food that he feels that the hot pot is too spicy tonight, how can the stomach with limited acceptance be able to bear it, no wonder the constant pouring of iced drinks, double attack, if there is no problem, there will be ghosts.

Shu Yicheng was lying there, with slightly curly black hair sprinkled on the snow-white pillow towel, against which his complexion was extremely pale, and he was weak even when he smiled: "I didn't know it would be so spicy."

Huo Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, raising one eyebrow.

Shu Yicheng opened his mouth, and his voice was even weaker: "You like spicy food, I want to be like you."

"..."

Huo Qing was instantly powerless, "You are making fun of your own health, I can't bear the responsibility."

Shu Yicheng shrank a few inches under the quilt: "I know." With a pitiful look of "I was wrong, I admit it".

——Regardless of whether he really knew his mistake or not, it seemed that he really knew his mistake anyway.

It's also strange to be obedient.

His eyelids were lightly closed, and he cast his gaze from below.

Shu Yicheng looked at him, his perfect facial features and slightly nervous expression were vividly illuminated by the light, like a thick and colorful oil painting.

Huo Qing's heart tightened, and several images suddenly flashed before his eyes.

When we first met, I pretended to "tick" him inadvertently, and explained with a flustered face after being stabbed by him, like a fledgling child;

Regardless of being chased home by him, facing two guys holding fruit knives, instead of running away, he insisted on asking "Where is Huo Qing", and finally got into a scuffle with them, which caused his good-looking face to lose color—— The degree to which Shu Yicheng can "live on his face" is almost half-disfigured;

"Don't worry about others" and want to keep him safe personally. After moving in, he didn't mention the dangers at all. He was responsible for cooking for him and half forced him to change his work and rest. The sense of existence gradually became clear.

Shu Yicheng in these clips is different, but after careful study, these are all the same Shu Yicheng, his words, deeds, and even the subtle expressions at a certain moment are exactly the same.

Including the pale and feeble man in front of him, it was the same Shu Yicheng.

But immediately afterwards, several brand new scenes flew across, knocking these clips upside down, and scattered them all over the place in a mess.

——It was Shu Yicheng who was at the hot pot restaurant tonight when he was facing his classmates.

He is as calm as water, and he speaks at a leisurely pace.

But in his eyes and words, he felt strange for no reason.

Like a beautiful young man sitting in the bright spring flowers playing the piano and singing, he split his fingers fiercely. The young man slowly raised his hand and said to him with a smile, "It's bleeding."

Only then did he realize that what kind of guitar was in the young man's arms, it was a sharp knife with a cold light.

The blade reflected the pale face of the young man.

Beautiful and weird.

That should not appear on this person at all, and it does not belong to the name Shu Yicheng, it is something frightening.

The oil painting that is facing each other day and night seems to have been quietly dropped and replaced with a fake.

"Huo Qing?"

Huo Qing was shocked all over, paused for a while in a daze, and slowly regained consciousness.

Shu Yicheng: "Are you sleepy, go back and rest."

As always, his gentle tone and expression, except for being a little weaker, was no different from the Shu Yicheng he knew.

Huo Qing raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows firmly: "Probably."

Otherwise, why would you think about those messy things? If you use this imagination to make movies, you might be able to get the title of "ghost".

But Shu Yicheng had no relatives or reasons in China, so he was worried about leaving him alone in the hospital. Fortunately, the single ward was in good condition, and the accompanying bed was more than enough for an adult.