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Back at the apartment, Fang Shaoyang sat on the sofa and stared at the pen in his hand.

This pen has been tossed and turned several times. From its original brilliance, the paint slowly began to fade and become scratched. Now the nib is finally broken, and I can no longer write a word.

It was broken, but he finally began to cherish it, cherishing it ten times, a hundred times and a thousand times compared to before.Why don't you say no, really don't want it, why would you use your fingertips to wipe off the ash on it?

Putting away the pen, he covered his head and fell asleep.I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and when I passed the mirror, I suddenly remembered the wound on Zhang Wei's face, and my nerves seemed to be burnt.

How come I forgot to ask Zhang Weishang what happened.If it was Liu Sheng who beat him, he shouldn't be released.

Fang Shaoyang suddenly realized how selfish he was.Zhang Wei regards him as his most important friend, and for him to find and send the pen back, he didn't even say thank you.

Forget it, I might as well take Zhang Wei over tomorrow and live here so I can look after him.As long as Rong Xin and Hui Mao are defeated, there will be many ways to settle him in the future. He can come to Beishan to help or send him to find Mingming.

Just thinking about picking up Zhang Wei tomorrow, the phone on the bedside table vibrated suddenly, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey."

"Hey Fang Shaoyang, I'm Liu Sheng." The sun came out from the west, and Liu Sheng actually called him, and his tone was very anxious, "Is Zhang Wei at your house?"

He frowned: "If you are sick, treat it."

"I'm not joking with you!" The phone was panting, accompanied by a loud knock on the door, "If you know where Zhang Wei is, please tell me immediately."

He shivered, "What happened?"

"He texted me saying he was leaving, told me not to embarrass his brother, and locked the door of the house."

Liu Sheng slammed on the door with all his strength, his voice full of heart-burning anxiety: "Fang Shaoyang, do you think he will miss it? I kicked him twice in the afternoon, but I swear I didn't use much force at all." I swear! He—"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a slamming sound, probably the door finally opened.

—

"Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei!"

Liu Sheng rushed in with sweat all over his face, searched all over the room like crazy, and finally found him in the bathroom.Zhang Wei lay quietly in a vat of blood, unconscious.

"Zhang Wei, don't die, don't scare me Zhang Wei..."

Liu Sheng's hands were trembling when he lifted the man out of the water, and as soon as he got out of the bathtub, his legs limp and he knelt on the ground.

"Zhang Wei... Zhang Wei..."

No matter how you shake or shoot, Zhang Wei is like a wet puppet, with no life in his body.Liu Sheng hugged the man tightly in his arms, and while waiting for the ambulance, he pressed the severed wrist with his left hand. His whole body was cold and wet, and his limbs trembled.

How could Zhang Wei commit suicide?

Liu Sheng couldn't figure it out at all, why did he go to extremes by satisfying all Zhang Wei's wishes, buying him a car and a house, and giving his brother the best apartment?

He was sent to the hospital as if he was crazy, and his life was saved by chance, but he lost a lot of blood and never regained consciousness.

When Fang Shaoyang arrived, Liu Sheng stood by the bed closely, staring at Zhang Wei intently, holding the intact hand tightly with both hands.

"come out."

Liu Sheng didn't respond.

Fang Shaoyang was silent for two seconds, then yanked him off the chair and dragged him out of the ward by his hair.There was no one in the corridor. His fist hit the flesh hard, and within a few blows, Liu Sheng's mouth and nose were bleeding.But Liu Sheng didn't fight back at all, and collapsed on the concrete floor in the corridor like a bereaved dog.

The emergency room is noisy and noisy, the ward is as silent as a tomb, and there is only heavy and rapid breathing in the corridor.

Fang Shaoyang let go of Liu Sheng, his back was covered in cold sweat.Walking to the viewing window, Zhang Wei was lying on the pale sheets with a bloodless face, and the instrument made light beeps in an orderly manner, proving that this person was still alive.

Almost.

He almost lost another important person tonight, and he had a chance to stop it.

Only now did Fang Shaoyang understand that those words Zhang Wei said at night were the last few confessions.Zhang Wei decided to leave, knowing that he would never see him again, so he told him what he said from the bottom of his heart.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

He was bent over and propped up on his knees, his legs were stiff, and his chest was tight as if he was underwater.After standing for a long time, I took my mobile phone and walked outside the emergency building, and decided to smoke a cigarette after a long absence.

—

He Qiao went to bed very early and didn't know what happened.

He didn't know what time it was, and suddenly the phone next to his pillow vibrated continuously for a long time. It took five or six minutes to go back and forth, and finally woke him up.

He didn't look at it, but closed his eyes and answered with a muffled voice.

It was quiet on the phone, save for the noise of the wind.

He took down the phone, and the light blinded his eyes for a while before slowly opening them, only to find that an unfamiliar number was displayed on it.

"Which one."

After a long silence, there was the sound of a lighter being ignited.

He frowned, thinking it was a prank, and was about to hang up when he heard a familiar voice: "It's me."

It felt like someone's hand had pinched my heart.

He Qiao's mind became clearer little by little, and the first thing he thought of in this silence and darkness was: Doesn't he not smoke?

"Woke you up?" Fang Shaoyang asked knowingly.

After a brief absence, He Qiao calmed down, and replied politely but distantly: "Calling so late, what's the matter?"

Fang Shaoyang didn't know where he was, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Even the wind noise at the beginning gradually died down, and every slight movement like taking a puff of cigarette could follow the signal to He Qiao's side.

"It's nothing. I just miss you a little bit and want to hear your voice."

It was only in the afternoon that there was a big quarrel, which made him lose face in front of so many people, and at night he suddenly called and said these things like nothing happened.

Fang Shaoyang, what on earth do you want to do?

He Qiao shook his head silently, trying to get rid of this kind of intangible confusion.

He refused to speak, Fang Shaoyang didn't seem surprised at all, and asked nonchalantly: "Still have a fever? I heard you have been coughing this afternoon."

"You don't need to care about my affairs."

"Yeah." Fang Shaoyang was extremely calm, and his voice was completely different from that in the afternoon.All the impatience from the previous two meetings disappeared, leaving only the familiar feeling between youthful and mature, close to Fang Shaoyang in the past.

He Qiao tightened his knees: "It's okay, I'll hang up first."

"Found the pen."

He froze.

Fang Shaoyang was choked by the smoke, coughed hastily, and said after coughing, "Zhang Wei found it for me. I'll take it to the store tomorrow and ask, and it should be repairable."

He actually found the pen that had been thrown away, and he had to take it to repair it seriously.If it's just for show, it doesn't seem necessary to do this. Does he really care about this pen?

Silence spread between the two, and the topic couldn't go on anymore.Fang Shaoyang had to ask and answer like a one-man show: "Why didn't I see Wukong that day? Is he still in the hospital?"

He Qiao finally hummed like a charity.

Fang Shaoyang cherished the connection of the word "um" and almost didn't let it fall to the ground: "What is the specific disease? Why hasn't it been cured after treatment for so long?"

"Viral pneumonia requires regular nebulization."

"Viral pneumonia..." Fang Shaoyang repeated in a low voice, tapping his fingers on the phone, probably looking for relevant information.

The sound of tapping his fingertips seemed to be right next to his ears, and He Qiao couldn't find a suitable opportunity to tell him that he was really going to sleep and stop wasting each other's time.

After finally opening his lips, he heard Fang Shaoyang ask again: "Is there fluid in its lungs?"

"……Have."

"A lot?"

He Qiao didn't want to continue, looking at the quilt at his feet: "When you go to see it some other day, ask the doctor yourself, don't ask me."

Fang Shaoyang paused and asked, "Are you allowing me to see it?"

Look, he jumped straight into this man's trap again.He Qiao turned his head away, and said coldly: "You don't need to try me on purpose, it's your dog."

"It will be awarded to you during the divorce." When this kind of joke is played, it seems that they are really a pair of ordinary resentful couples, discussing the last point of contact with each other after separation.

Before he became angry, Fang Shaoyang changed the subject again: "Are you at home?"

"Otherwise, where do you think I am?" He Qiao said in a bad tone.

"alone?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"I'll go find you."

He became alert for a second: "Do you know that breaking into a private house without permission is illegal?"

Fang Shaoyang was suddenly relieved: "Don't be afraid, I won't go, I just try you."

"are you--"

He Qiao wanted to ask him if there was something wrong with his mind, but he continued: "You are afraid of me, which means you are alone at home."

The voice is very low, fluffy, like a dog.

Was he like this before?

He Qiao sat on the bed, lost in memory at a loss.

Fang Shaoyang has always been reckless and loves to play tricks, although two years ago he was far less unreasonable than he is now.At that time, he was utterly reckless, utterly passionate, energetic every day, driving a second-hand Audi full of rampage.

The person on the other end of the phone let out a sigh of relief, as if he had choked out a cigarette, and his voice was closer and deeper.

"That Rong Yue." Fang Shaoyang asked, "Is he nice to you?"

A faint astringency spread from the heart.

Time will change many things, but things in a person's bones cannot be changed.Such as enthusiasm, frankness, and possessiveness for the other half.

He Qiao didn't make a sound, but leaned on his knees with his face sideways.

Fang Shaoyang also became silent suddenly, probably because he was guessing the answer, and he spoke again after a long while: "It should be very good, at least better than I treat you."

He Qiao opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he said again, "I treat you badly."

He was really bad to him before, so many bad things, not only cheating, but also ignoring, even not gentle in bed.Fang Shaoyang didn't know what to think of, and self-reflected in vain: "I was wrong in the past, and I failed you."

He Qiao had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, but today it suddenly arrived, but there was not as much turmoil in his heart as he had imagined.Probably they already knew that everything was wrong with Fang Shaoyang alone.And Fang Shaoyang also knew, but he just refused to admit defeat.

There was the sound of clothes rubbing in the distance, and the phone was still on the ground for a while, Fang Shaoyang's voice suddenly became wider.

He should have been lying down on the spot.

"That Rong Yue, what does he do, and he also runs a company to do business?"

He Qiao pursed his lips: "Doctor."

"Huh?" Fang Shaoyang seemed surprised, but suddenly realized again, "I remember, Zhang Wei told me."

"Hello doctor, you used to be sick all the time, it's convenient to have a doctor by your side."

He Qiao no longer knew how to react, his limbs were slightly numb, probably because he had been sitting for too long.

The time for one cigarette had arrived long ago, and so had two and three. This phone call seemed to have been stolen from the lives of the two of them, and it would be returned at dawn.

"Don't go to the bar anymore," Fang Shaoyang said dryly, "fix with him."

What happened that night in the bar before, although they knew about it, they never made it clear. Fang Shaoyang said that just now, which is tantamount to admitting that it was him that night.

He Qiao's hands and feet became more numb, and his voice trembled slightly: "What does it have to do with you?"

Who do I make friends with, whether I go to the bar or not, who should I settle down with, what do these things have to do with you?

Fang Shaoyang took a breath: "I'm worried."

The air was so still that even the sound of Adam's apple sliding could be heard.

He Qiao closed his eyes.

"That's it, let's not talk about it." Fang Shaoyang was suddenly anxious to hang up, as if he was afraid of revealing some embarrassing fragility, which a man should not do.

The busy tone came unexpectedly.

so be it.

After hanging up the phone, He Qiao maintained that position and lay down for a while, finally determined to treat all this as a dream, but the phone vibrated slightly inappropriately before he could put it down, touching his heart.

After struggling again and again, I finally watched it.

It's a text message.

"I'm Shao Yang. If it's convenient, save this number and greet each other on holidays. I'm not trying to harass you, but just want to make sure you're all right."