strayed into the world

Nine twenty.

Qing Che leaned against the wall panting for breath, his lungs were severely overloaded after running such a long distance.He took a hard breath, his face flushed red.

It took a long time to get a little smoother.Qing Che stood up straight and walked into the hotel.I thought, it shouldn't be over.

Walking through the corridor, the hall is already deserted, and there are vaguely people passing by in twos and threes.

Pursing his dry lips, he was ready to say goodbye.Tell yourself, as long as you say a word of blessing to Quan Ce, you will leave, as long as you watch them get engaged, you will leave.Don't look back when you're gone.

……

Slowly approaching, his chest was so tense that it was about to explode.

People passing by whispered,

"Hey... I must be so sad that I am that woman. At the last moment, the male lead ran away."

"This is tomorrow's front page news."

"I heard that Quan Ce likes someone else."

...All measures? ...Qing Che was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after the two people to ask,

"Excuse me, is what you said is the whole plan of the Quan's consortium? He is engaged here today."

"Yes, that's right. Only, the engagement is off."

"Hey? Canceled?!" Surprised.

"Yes."

Yeah?Canceled...Cancelled...Qing Che didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.But he was a little at a loss.Yes, that's great, Quan Ce doesn't have to be with someone he doesn't like, he still has the right to choose happiness.

Even so, can he go back?Will he still keep him by his side?He will be engaged to Quan Qing, and he will also be engaged to the next woman, but there will never be a possibility between them, and of course there will be no result.Where to go suddenly became the problem in front of him...

Running with all his strength has already caused him to lose too much physical strength. He has no money or a phone. In this bustling city, he is as small as dust and may be swallowed at any time.

I left the hotel with sore legs, not knowing where I was going...

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twelve o'clock.

How difficult it is to find someone in a huge city.Quan Ce has tried his best to recall the places he might go.It's a pity that there is nothing but the cake shop in my memory.

And that cake shop closed as early as 10:30.

The street lights are dimmed, and the atmosphere of Christmas permeates the streets and alleys.Lovers are walking hand in hand under the neon lights, laughing, ambiguous, happy and sweet.Among them, Quan Ce couldn't see that thin and thin figure, that slender figure who always looked down and out in the crowd.

Where is he?The clock struck twelve.

Where is he?

I remembered that he said that Christmas wishes are especially easy to come true...stop the car at the square.Looking at the huge Christmas tree, Quan Ce put his palms together for the first time, believing in this pure hope.

[Santa Claus, I make a wish to you for the first time...]

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at the same time.Stand at the other end of the square.

Qing Che clasped his palms together, his fingers were already numb from the cold.But he still closed his eyes devoutly.

This year, his wish is for Quan Ce to be happy.

Why?What is this thing, it fell on the eyelids coldly and sprinkled on the eyebrows, and tears flowed into tears after blinking.Look up, huh?Snow? !

It's snowing...it's really snowing...the first snow in Ningdu is really on Christmas Eve.

"Ah, it's snowing." Muttering, Quan Ce stretched out his palm to catch a snowflake.

It was really hit by that fool, and it sure will snow this Christmas.Ah.

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Everything was hit by what he said.

Turn around and get in the car, step on the accelerator, and drive forward...

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How many misses is a fault.

How many mistakes can be repaired and combined.

Many things happened by coincidence, and the ending was missed.

Is he going to brush himself off like a bad actor in a soap opera and miss...

Is he going to blame himself for a long time in this kind of miss...

Quan Ce drove the car aimlessly looking for it, and it has been almost three hours... The time shows that it is already two and twenty in the morning.

He has walked almost twice on the road that should be walked. He has searched for every telephone box and every place that can be parked along the road. The pedestrians are gradually thinning out, leaving only a row of street lamps standing alone.

"Where the hell are you..."

He slammed down on the steering wheel, causing a whistle to resound throughout the street. Quan Ce no longer suppressed the strong uneasiness in his chest, and the ever-expanding void... Can he not find him anymore? …

The street lights are slowly receding.

Passed by that cake shop for the fourth time.It turned out to be the only memory between him and him.

He doesn't like sweets but likes to see each cake delicately placed in a beautiful box.

He loves sweets, especially Tiramisu.He likes everything sweet, such as sugar, chocolate, and cream.

But he is not fat like all sweet tooths, on the contrary, he is very thin.And there's also a trend toward being thinner.

He once restrained him from touching all things that could be close to happiness, such as colors and chocolates.

……

Memories are intermittent and not coherent.They are like fragments one after another, strangely pieced together.It hurts.

He has too many sad memories of him.The pain he gave him was deeper and deeper each time, the physical injury healed but the spiritual injury could not be healed no matter what.

Many times I thought he wouldn't cry out for pain, but it turned out... I realized that it wasn't that there was no pain, but that I couldn't say it was painful.

He was not as cowardly as he saw, his obedience was never just atonement, that... and his persistence.

Ah... remember that time.Take him out and buy a swing chair.That was the first time he asked him to buy him something.Of course... that's not much of a request.

He rarely asks him to do anything, really very little... the 1 minute he has with him, he just asks him to put that bracelet on for him...

Sensitive and inferior, where is he now...

Willful and stubborn, where will he go now...

Is it still somewhere in the city?Or has gone far, out of his orbit...

……

The street lights are still receding.

It's four o'clock in the morning...

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Snow filled the way back.

It was the only way he knew.

If it was filled with snow, he would not be able to find it again. ... Can he see the traces left by the car, and follow these traces to find the way home...

Quan Ce's fingers were cold, his body was cold, and even his heart was cold...he couldn't find him, and he couldn't find him...until the tinnitus was so severe that he couldn't hear his surroundings clearly.

Xiao Nai called and said that he didn't come home. ……Yeah?Where can he go but go home?He has nothing, where can he go?Who do you rely on?Where are you sleeping in the open, and it is still snowing outside, will your fingers be frostbitten by this...

The thoughts in Quan Ce's head were messy, and he felt the tension of these threads made his temple ache.

Liar...Christmas wishes can't be so easy to come true...for example, he didn't.

The snow falls fragilely...

In a blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the villa.Stop, he thought, he needs to rest.Need to sleep, and then wake up and maybe he'll come back and lie down next to him.No... only on rainy nights would he sleep next to him, I don't know if it counts as snow.Let it count.

In the villa, Chen hadn't slept yet.Seeing him coming back, worried, she came up to get his coat for him,

"Master..."

"Okay, Chen, don't say anything, I want to rest first."

"But, young master..."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow..." Tired, you know?Chen... can't find him, very tired...

Going upstairs with his heavy body on, the empty house seemed to be colder than the outside, and he shivered involuntarily...

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