From Pokfulam to Central

After Qu Zhi finished socializing with Li Yan, it was getting late.

Zhou Mi parked the car not far from the banquet restaurant, and Qu Zhi watched Li Yan leave in the direction of the hotel in Party A's car, and immediately locked on the Tesla that he had only ridden in once.

"I've already picked up the luggage stored at the hotel," Zhou Mi obsequiously posted on Qu Zhi's seat belt, and then started the car, "How's Auntie doing, have you got in touch?"

"Ah."

"So, why don't you stay in a hotel anymore?" The distance from Central to Pok Fu Lam is not too far, and within a few words, Zhou Mi has already driven the car on the road that Qu Zhi is very familiar with, and said nastyly: "Yes. No, miss me?"

"roll."

Hearing that his tone was wrong, Zhou Mi tilted his head and glanced at Qu Zhi. It didn't look like he was joking, and he said guiltily: "What's wrong, it can't be, you're still angry with me on the second day of junior high..."

"Good guy," Qu Zhi said angrily, rolling his eyes as he said, "How dare I be angry with you, Young Master Zhou, I'm angry at myself for being so stupid at the time, and for such an expensive car, you said I rented it. Just believe it."

Zhou Mi knew he was in the wrong, and he was speechless all the way.

Parked the car in the basement, took the elevator to the tenth floor, Zhou Mi packed up his luggage and headed towards 1002, Qu Zhi followed behind feeling strange, and seeing this man take out the keys in one go, he quickly stopped him, " Wait, isn't it the opposite side?"

Zhou Mi was noncommittal, inserted the key into the lock, and with a click, the door opened a crack.

Qu Zhi felt his scalp go numb, and took a step back to look at the familiar door again.

The dark blue floor mat outside the door has not been replaced. Although it is no longer brand new, it is still clean. The Spring Festival couplets on the door lintel are still the same ones that I pasted on New Year's Eve that year, but they are a little old and curled up.

"Here," Qu Zhi couldn't figure out what the scene in front of him was. "Isn't this room already rented out by the landlord to the next class of students, and I was handing over to them at that time?"

Zhou Mi still didn't answer, just said softly: "Come in and have a look and you'll know."

In the next second, an all-too-familiar scene reappeared in front of him, so that Qu Zhi suddenly felt a sense of confusion as if he had gone back in time.Whether Zhou Mi visited the living room countless times before moving here, or the dining table where the two of them ate supper late at night under the dim light, or the corner where he tutored him with homework, everything, from furniture to furnishings, even The utility bills that I used to put on the TV cabinet were all left there intact, as if the time here had never passed, as if they were all waiting for the original owner to return.

Qu Zhi guessed something, but still couldn't believe it, "You can't, you bought this place..."

Zhou Mi didn't answer directly, but pulled Qu Zhi to sit on the sofa, and squatted down beside him.

"Qu Zhi," Zhou Mi rested his paw on his master's lap like a big dog, "you left here half a year ago, I thought everything was over at that time, and I locked myself in the opposite door for days and nights God, because I was afraid to go out, I was afraid that I would think of you as soon as I went out and saw the house across the way. After a while, I heard the sound of someone coming in and out, and I thought it was you who came back in a daze, but who knew Running out and seeing the new tenants throwing things out that you didn't take with you."

Qu Zhi's eyes turned red unsatisfactorily, and his sharp Adam's apple rolled in depression.

Zhou Mi didn't seem to notice the change in Qu Zhi, and just continued on his own: "I can't stand it, Qu Zhi, I really can't stand it, this room contains so many of our memories, I can't just sit and watch Watching other people move in and throw all our things out. So I had to go to the landlord to negotiate, explain to the tenants, and finally bought the place. This was the only thing I could grasp at that time contact with you."

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Let’s make up for this chapter later, the draft I wrote before is not at hand. . .