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Others in the office were still eating supper like wolves and tigers, joking and chatting, but Liu Qijun's area was almost audibly quiet.He and Huang Qian faced each other face to face, one was careless and the other was on guard, completely unlike the usual two brothers who hooked up shoulder to shoulder.

Huang Qian got impatient, stretched out his leg and kicked him lightly: "Ask you."

Liu Qijun stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, feeling very irritable.

Recently, he deliberately shifted his attention to his work, just to temporarily forget about Zheng Yuming.He wanted to give himself a space, to see if he could give up.However, busy is really busy, but when I am free, I still can't help thinking about that person. I touched the phone a few times and wanted to make a call, but I held back abruptly.

Sometimes he also feels that he is very hypocritical, but when he thinks that behind the seemingly perfect pursuit is the huge gap in interests, hobbies, tastes and personalities between the two, he thinks this is a serious problem.He has long passed the age of believing that love is better than everything, and the reality of rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea often destroys people to the point of disfigurement.

Thinking about it this way, Huang Qian might be more suitable with Zheng Yuming, at least Huang Qian can discuss with Zheng Yuming about those oil paintings and movies that he can't understand.

Huang Qian looked at his disturbed expression, and vaguely guessed something, but he was abnormally not happy, but asked him with a calm face: "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Qijun knew that he had thoughts about Zheng Yuming, but he still regarded him as a friend, and said sullenly, "I don't have confidence in myself."

After hearing this, Huang Qian sneered, and said honestly, "You're really not that good."

Liu Qijun glared at him: "Hello!"

Huang Qian ignored him, and continued: "You don't believe your own vision, you must believe ours, right? If you are really so bad that you can't be noticed, none of us will consider you as a friend."

Liu Qijun's eyes lit up: "What do you mean?"

Huang Qian seemed extremely reluctant, but he still said: "Although I think it looks like you are not worthy of him on the surface, how can you judge things like this in this way? I think he just looks cold, maybe I really care about that."

Liu Qijun recalled the relationship during this period, although Zheng Yuming was indeed picky in some aspects, he seldom embarrassed others, and he seemed not easy to get close to, but in fact he just didn't like to join in the fun and was too lazy to argue with others.Even if he occasionally overreached, he just refused with a slight frown, without any harsh words.

Good self-cultivation and meticulous tolerance are the inherent kindness of that person.

Liu Qijun felt that his mind suddenly became brighter, and the gloom of the past few days was swept away, and a smile appeared on his face.But when he saw Huang Qian, he felt that he was too arrogant, so he suppressed his smile, coughed twice, and asked him: "You... don't you like him, why are you helping me like this?"

Huang Qian smiled indifferently, and just said, "If you're not interested in him, of course I won't talk to you."

He looked open-minded, but Liu Qijun could see a bit of gloom and helplessness from his face.He knew that Huang Qian had given up for the time being and would not make trouble, but there was always a strange feeling of guilt in his heart. If Zheng Yuming hadn't asked his mother to introduce someone, he might not have had the opportunity to know him.Judging from the life trajectory of the two of them, Huang Qian, who often goes to bars, art exhibitions, movie theaters, concerts and auctions, might meet him earlier.

For the first time, Liu Qijun thanked his mother for being a matchmaker for bringing him such a good opportunity.

He apologized embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, but I can't give you this person."

"Who am I, do I still need you to let me go?" Huang Qian curled his lips in disdain, greeted a few times, and then left.

When Liu Qijun waited for him to leave, he didn't care about supper, and temporarily put aside his work. He took the phone to find a corner where there was no one, and dialed the number he had memorized by heart.

Zheng Yuming didn't answer.

Liu Qijun made consecutive calls to Seven or Eight, but the other party's mobile phone was always in a state of no answer.

Liu Qijun frowned, wondering if he was drunk again or had already fallen asleep, or was he still working overtime?He was uneasy, returned to his desk, hurriedly finished what he was doing, greeted the others and left.

Before driving, he called Huang Qian: "Where did you meet him just now?"

"Bar, but he left before I got to you."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Qijun had a headache.After thinking about it, he still didn't give up, and drove the car to Zheng Yuming's downstairs, only to find that the windows of the other's house were dark, and he didn't know that the owner hadn't come back, or he had already fallen asleep.

He called home and said he would not go back at night.

Uncle Liu hugged the phone and muttered, "I'm not coming back...don't work too hard..."

He thought his son was still busy working overtime, but Liu Qijun didn't explain much, and told them to go to bed early, while he turned off the car lights and stayed downstairs.

After waiting like this all night, the lights in Zheng Yuming's house never came on again.

Zheng Yuming went to the balcony to dry clothes in the morning, and when he lowered his head, he saw a familiar car parked downstairs.He thought he was wrong, and glanced back at the wall clock, it was 7:10 in the morning—what was Liu Qijun doing so early in the morning?

He hung up his clothes, changed his clothes hesitantly, and walked downstairs.

The car parked steadily on one side, and the neighbors in the same building greeted him, glanced at the car, and muttered, "Whose car is this? It stopped last night, why hasn't it driven away now?" ? Go back and ask the property owner, don't be a bad person..."

Just last night?Zheng Yuming was taken aback, walked over and looked in, and found that Liu Qijun was sleeping soundly on the chair.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the car window.

Liu Qijun was awakened by the sound, sat up, wiped his face with his hand, turned his head to look, and immediately opened the window: "Morning!"

Zheng Yuming saw the blackness in his eyes, and frowned: "Why are you here?"

"Waiting for you." Liu Qijun's throat was a little dry, he coughed a few times, and then replied in a hoarse voice: "I saw that the lights in your room were dark yesterday, so I don't know if you have come back, so I am waiting here."

Zheng Yuming looked at him, his heart was complicated and his expression was a little cold: "I'm asking you, why did you wait for me?"

Liu Qijun looked at him suspiciously, scratching his head: "Ah? Why?"

Zheng Yuming didn't speak.

A strange sense of crisis rose in Liu Qijun's heart. He stared at Zheng Yuming's face almost subconsciously, and said four words with an extremely serious expression: "I miss you."

Zheng Yuming closed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about something.After a while, he seemed to have made some decision and said to Liu Qijun, "Go back."

"What?" Liu Qijun didn't understand.

"I said, go back." Zheng Yuming repeated, looking at him, seemingly helpless, "You understand what I mean."

Liu Qijun's thoughts changed, and he saw the clue from his expression, and immediately changed his face: "I don't understand."

Knowing that he had come to his senses, Zheng Yuming shook his head, turned around and left.

Liu Qijun left and opened the car door to chase after him, reached out and grabbed his arm, and asked anxiously, "Why?"

Zheng Yuming wanted to break free from his hand but couldn't, so he said with a wooden face: "I thought you understood."

Liu Qijun said stubbornly, "I don't understand."

"Then why didn't you contact me these few days?" Zheng Yuming sneered, his eyes were burning like torches, as if he could see through his soul.

Liu Qijun immediately froze in place, unable to move.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zheng Yuming broke free from his hand, sighed long, and lowered his voice: "Liu Qijun, you and I both know that we are not suitable."

"Why isn't it suitable?" Liu Qijun was almost irrational, using the rhetoric that Huang Qian told him to quibble, "Personality can be adjusted, and of course it's better for two people to get along with each other! I admit, between us There are indeed many differences, but we have gotten along well during this time, haven't we? I have been a little confused these days, so I haven't contacted you for the time being, it's not..."

"Don't you want to break it off with me?" Zheng Yuming interrupted him, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Liu Qijun is weak.

Did Zheng Yuming notice his timidity?

Zheng Yuming closed his eyes, turned around and went upstairs.

No footsteps followed.

He breathed a sigh of relief at first, but at the same time felt a little disappointed.

Obviously he also wanted to end this relationship that had just broken ground, but when he really learned that Liu Qijun really had the intention of retreating from this, he was actually a little disappointed.Liu Qijun is also like those people, does he find himself difficult to get along with?

With such dark emotions, he took the elevator upstairs, and his face gradually became ugly.

However, the moment he opened the door, a pair of hands surrounded him from behind and hugged him tightly.

Liu Qijun's voice rang in his ears: "I'm sorry."

Zheng Yuming didn't move.

"I've been thinking about one thing these days, if I'm really with you, can I make you happy?" Liu Qijun leaned against his shoulder and said softly, "Because you told me from the beginning My mother, you want to find someone who can spend your whole life together, such a request cannot be fulfilled by a casual love."

Zheng Yuming lowered his head. It was because of this thought that he was always so picky, and it also discouraged many suitors who just wanted to let nature take its course or fall in love casually.

How many people can easily make a commitment to a relationship of growing old together?

"You are so good...you are so good..." Liu Qijun repeated several times almost sighing, even his voice was a little cautiously admiring, "You are so good, what if I can't meet your requirements?"

Zheng Yuming moved the corners of his mouth and muttered, "I couldn't have achieved it."

"Yes, yes, I'm still far away." Liu Qijun nodded again and again, with unconscious pampering in his tone, he put his cheek against Zheng Yuming's ear, and continued, "I don't have confidence in myself, you know? You Look, your house looks like this..."

He pointed to Zheng Yuming's beautifully decorated house that was like a work of art: "I was sitting in your house that day, looking at every piece of furniture and decorations in your house, and I was thinking, I can adapt to such a life Or will you adjust to the life I lead?"

Zheng Yuming frowned, he didn't understand at all, it was just a decoration, where did the fallacy come from?

"This sense of distance scares me." Liu Qijun concluded, adding, "I feel like we are not from the same world."

Zheng Yuming turned his head sideways, and his cheeks just slid past him.He looked at Liu Qijun's drooping eyebrows and eyes, the helplessness and bitterness hidden inside did not seem to be fake, which made him in a trance for a moment.