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After the college entrance examination, Xuan Zhao rewarded Gong Qiao with a big red envelope as thick as a dictionary.

The little girl was quite exhausted during this time, she had high demands on herself, she never slack off cultural classes just because of her low art score, and she was able to rank in the top [-] of her grade in the college entrance examination.Professionally, Gong Qiao didn't relax either. It was already ten o'clock when she returned home after evening self-study, and she had to practice carving in the study for a while, saying that it would be uncomfortable if she didn't touch the carving knife for a day.

Gong Qiao was embarrassed to ask for Xuanzhao's reward, and declined, "Brother, you gave me the computer last time."

"The last time was the last time," Xuan Zhao was very unpretentious in this respect, "Do you think it's too old-fashioned to give money directly, um. There are some, but I don't know what to buy, this is the most practical."

Gong Qiao covered her mouth, and burst out laughing with a "puchi": "Brother Bai Yan, does he know that you are such a straight man?" Then she blinked again, and added: "I almost forgot, you are a poor boy in front of Brother Bai Yan." Student, when will you let him know about you? Brother Bo Yan likes you so much, he won't change just because you have money or not."

"Little girl," Xuan Zhao smiled, "You know quite a lot. By the way, where is Zhuo Feifan?"

Qiaoqiao was picked up by him and Cen Baiyan at the examination room on the day after the exam. It has been a week since Zhuo Feifan was still not seen.Gong Qiao has been looking forward to traveling to Qinghai after the college entrance examination, Xuan Zhao originally thought that Zhuo Feifan would accompany Qiaoqiao.

"Brother Fanfan's grandmother is sick, so he went back to his hometown to visit." Gong Qiao said.

Xuan Zhao asked, "Where's Qinghai? Are you going?"

Although Gong Qiao couldn't hide her disappointment, she still replied sensiblely: "There are still many opportunities to travel, and it is more important to be with your family."

Cen Qing is also taking the college entrance examination this year. Cen Baiyan has been estranged from Xinyang a lot this semester, but in the end, she is his own sister, so he can't forget about it. He hung up the phone on the day the exam was over and asked Cen Qing how she felt. How, how to play, like a worried old father.

Cen Qing was very impatient. It would be better for Cen Baiyan to spend a huge sum of money than asking Cen Baiyan to inquire about her health. She wanted to buy the latest evening dress to attend the prom.

I don't know what happened at home recently, the atmosphere is very strange, and her pocket money has shrunk greatly.Dad frowned every day, and kept talking on the phone with this boss and that boss; not to mention my mother, she was nagging all day long, she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and when she woke up, she saw Cen Jingxiang in the living room, cutting with scissors. A rag doll in the shape of a child, saying something like "Go to hell".

"Oh brother, my mother said that the money in the family will be yours in the future, so you can share it with me in advance! The fairy dress I like only costs more than 7 yuan, and the one with small diamonds, you can buy it for me Well, okay?" Cen Qing acted like a baby on the other end of the phone.

"Xiaoqing," Cen Baiyan was very serious, "Uncle Wan's money belongs to him and has nothing to do with me. I won't take it."

"Who would believe it?" Cen Qing snorted dissatisfiedly, "You are just afraid that I will argue with you in the future, and you still pretend to be with me! I know that my mother once brought Aunt Bai to come home, jokingly saying that she would Let you be engaged to Miss Bai's family, and say that the Wan family's property will be yours in the future, and you will be the heir of the Wan family."

Cen Baiyan rubbed and pressed his temples heavily, Cen Jingxiang said what he liked outside, and Cen Qingai thought it whatever he wanted, it was up to him.

The next day, Cen Qing posted on Moments, saying that she was going to Qinghai for a graduation trip, and the accompanying text was "a place of dreams".

Cen Baiyan still found it strange, why he never knew that Cen Qing had plans to go to Qinghai, Qinghai had a huge difference in altitude and high temperature, he was worried about his sister, and wanted to make a phone call to tell her some advice, but in the end he was unhappy because of money. scattered.

How did it become like this?Cen Baiyan couldn't figure it out, a good little sister, how did she become like this now?

"What's the matter?" Xuan Zhao knocked on the door, "I'm depressed."

"I'm in a bad mood." Cen Baiyan stretched out his hand, "Come here, hug me for a while."

Xuan Zhao leaned on crutches and walked forward slowly. Cen Baiyan grabbed his wrist and pulled him. Xuan Zhao fell to sit on Cen Baiyan's lap.

Xuan Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out his hand to push Cen Baiyan's chest: "You can feel better if you play hooligans, right?"

"That's right," Cen Bo said decisively, "What else?"

In June, there is a feeling of hot summer, and the long rainy season has finally passed.

Because Yang Shuo couldn't bear the rumors, he went through the formalities of suspension of school, and asked Cen Baiyan to have a chat before leaving.

He is still very unwilling, if Cen Baiyan likes women, it's fine, since Cen Baiyan likes men, why can't he like him?At least he is physically sound, unlike Xuan Zhao, who is disabled.Cen Baiyan was the first person who cared about him after entering the university. Cen Baiyan would lend him his coat to cover the rain, invite him to the cafeteria for dinner, and take him to participate in group activities. He thinks that Cen Baiyan has a good impression of him. If It wasn't that Xuan Zhao used means to intervene, maybe he was the one with Cen Baiyan.

"I won't like you," Cen Baiyan said bluntly, "Whether I have met him or not, it is impossible for me to like you."

Before Yang Shuo dragged his suitcase and left, he turned back meaningfully and said, "Bo Yan, do you really know who Xuan Zhao is?"

He still wanted to say something, Cen Baiyan interrupted coldly: "I know."

——Of course I know who he is, I get along with him day and night, share the same bed, how could I not know who he is?

However, deep in my heart, there is an extremely weak voice saying: "You are just deceiving yourself and others."

It's almost the end of the term, so it doesn't matter if you can't attend class. Cen Baiyan and Chen Wei went to the library to study in the afternoon, and when they were tired, they went to the rooftop to smoke.

The cleaners in the school all live in the school building, and the accommodation conditions are a bit poor. When they need to dry bedding and large clothes, they will carry them to the top floor of the library. Usually, there are few people here, so it will not affect the appearance of the school.

"Uncle, you have washed enough." Cen Baiyan said while lighting a cigarette.

"That's right," the cleaner uncle took out a quilt from the bucket, "It rained all day long, and it was moldy, and it finally cleared up, so we have to dry it quickly."

"Yes, it's better if it's a sunny day," Cen Baiyan squatted down with a cigarette in his mouth, "I'll help you—"

He snapped his wrist, and saw a familiar white down jacket in the bucket.

Seeing that he was not moving, the uncle leaned over and took out the down jacket, shook it off a few times, and said with a smile, "Is this dress pretty? I picked it up!"

On such a sunny day, Cen Baiyan felt his hands and feet were cold: "Uncle, where and when did you pick it up."

"I can't remember when, maybe in winter, it was in the trash can next to the gymnasium, I don't know who threw it out, there were several of them, they all looked new, even the tags were there."

Cen Baiyan couldn't hear what he said later, and he didn't come back to his senses until the cigarette butt burned his fingers.

Xuan Zhao said that he picked up the clothes in the trash can, and Cen Baiyan believed it.

Because he firmly believed that Xuanzhao liked him so much, how could Xuanzhao be willing to not want the clothes he sent, Xuanzhao must have come back to pick them up in the rain, and Xuanzhao had a fever, yes, it must be like this.

So what if Xuanzhao kept something from him, even if Xuanzhao deceived him.

He has nothing. After leaving the Wanjia, he is just a poor student. He is no longer a nobleman, and he has no money. What is Xuan Zhaotu doing with him?Even if Xuan Zhao lied to him, it was because he really loved him.

Cen Baiyan didn't stop for a moment, quickly rode back home, took out the diary from under the pillow, and flipped through the pages.

Every word and every punctuation in it is proof that Xuan Zhao loves him.

Cen Baiyan took a deep breath, looked up and thought that he loves me, it must be.

That night, Cen Baiyan hugged Xuanzhao, called him Zhaozhao, and asked tirelessly if you like me, do you like me?

Xuanzhao was very patient, answering over and over that he liked it, Bo Yan, I like you.

Cen Baiyan buried his head in the socket of Xuan Zhao's neck, his eyes were red, and he had an inexplicable urge to cry.

Only you really like me, they want me to inherit the family wealth, want me to be rich, only you like me cleanly.

Xuanzhao, are you right?

At the end of June, Cen Baiyan completed all the written exams, and there were still some models and data to be submitted. He finished these in a hurry in the last few days, and finally got free. As a result, the college launched a social practice credit this year. There is a thirty-hour credit hour requirement.

Cen Baiyan and his team are going to an extremely remote village in southern Fujian to do construction site inspections. The trip lasts more than ten days. The place is very backward and there is no network signal. , Climb up a small hill to receive some signals, and talk to Xuan Zhao for a while.

Cen Qing couldn't get in touch with Cen Baiyan, so she found Xuan Zhao, she cried and said Brother Xuan Zhao, you said that I can tell you if I have something at home, you will help me, right?

Xuan Zhao's expression was cold, but his words were soft and soft, and Cen Qing confessed everything under his comfort.

"Yesterday my parents quarreled, and I secretly heard upstairs that my father has a lover outside, and that bitch is pregnant, what if she gave birth to a son! We don't need a penny Can't get it all?!"

"Xiaoqing, don't be in a hurry," Xuan Zhao said, "What we should be thinking about now is——"

"Bitch! Bitch, slut!" Cen Qing yelled excitedly, "It's a slut who destroys other people's families, let me know who that slut is, I must kill her, slut— —!”

A mocking smile appeared in Xuanzhao's eyes, and he said in a gentle voice, "Xiaoqing, be good, you must calm down. The most important thing now is how to make your father change his mind."

"Changing your mind?" Cen Qing was stunned, "How?"

"If you think about it this way, as long as we have some clues about your father, your father will not dare to go to that woman again, right?" Xuan Zhaoxiao reasoned emotionally, "We found these things In order to give it to your brother, your father will distribute the property to your brother no matter what, your brother loves you so much, isn't his money your money?"

Cen Qing choked and asked, "What am I looking for? Where can I find it?"

Xuanzhao has already contacted Wan's finance and legal director, who told him that Wan Qianshan is usually very cautious, and some important documents will not be kept in the company, and will definitely be taken home for storage.

Since Wan Qianshan's hands were not clean, Xuan Zhao couldn't be blamed for messing with him.

Xuan Zhao's expression was so calm that it was almost cruel: "It should be at your house. Think about it, is there any place your father doesn't let you go in, is there any secret cabinet, it's best to unlock it with fingerprints."

People like Wan Qianshan would definitely not believe in ordinary combination locks. Only his own fingerprints are the safest.

Cen Qing thought for a while: "Okay, I'll look for it, and if I find something, I'll send it to you."

"Good boy," Xuan Zhao said in a low voice, "What a good sister."

In mid-July, Cen Baiyan, who had been dark for a while, finally returned from the village.

He brought back a small gift to Xuanzhao—a bamboo flute. Cen Baiyan learned a local love song and played it clumsily for Xuanzhao.

That night, Xuan Zhao leaned on Cen Baiyan's shoulder and quietly listened to the piece that Cen Baiyan played for him.

Cen Baiyan pondered a lot during his time in southern Fujian. Xuanzhao is the person he identified. No matter what, as long as Xuanzhao is still by his side, as long as they are still together, one day he will really come to Xuanzhao In his heart, he will know all the secrets of Xuan Zhao.

Cen Baiyan is full of his omens, but he doesn't know that Wan's Group has encountered a major crisis-many old shareholders have withdrawn their capital one after another, and Wan Qianshan is helpless in the business field. No. Hold a dinner at the hotel, invite important people from the chamber of commerce to participate, and sell part of the equity in your hand at a low price.

He always felt that there was an invisible force in the dark against him, and his move was just to show his favor and surrender to those old foxes in the chamber of commerce.

Cen Jingxiang, as the nominal mistress of the Wan family, naturally also attended this occasion. She ordered Cen Baiyan to return to Xinyang to attend.

Cen Baiyan naturally would not agree, Cen Jingxiang threatened to die, and when the mother and son were at a stalemate, Xuan Zhao said: "Go, I will come too, didn't you always want to take me to see the place where you grew up?"

So, on July 25th, Cen Baiyan took Xuanzhao back to Xinyang, got off the high-speed rail station, took a taxi to the villa in Linhai.

"I lived here when I was five years old, and I grew up here." Cen Baiyan said, "At that time, not long after my mother met Uncle Wan, we moved out of the basement. I thought this place was simply heaven."

Xuan Zhao looked up at this familiar yet unfamiliar small garden building, noncommittal: "It is indeed heaven."

This villa was chosen by Xuanyu. Xuanyu likes the sea, so she chose a location with the best sea view as her wedding room.

After entering the door, Xuan Zhao stood quietly by the door, dazed for a long time.

Xuan Zhao lived here until he was seven years old, and spent the most carefree seven years in his life here.

At that time, he could run and jump, lively and cheerful.He likes drawing and building blocks. He often plays hide-and-seek with the servants and aunts in the garden. He learns to plant flowers with the gardener uncle. He invites kindergarten friends to come to his house to have a toy party. The typo made grandpa angry, and grandpa called him a naughty bastard; his mother knit a scarf for him in autumn, and he made a mess of the ball of yarn, and finally he was entangled in the wool and couldn't get out. Mom gently said that Xiao Zhao was a fool Baby.

At that time, he had the best home in the world, and this was Xuanzhao's paradise.

If the memory really has weight, then Xuan Zhao has been crushed at this time, he can hardly breathe, his chest is empty, only one heart is beating in vain.

The vases and murals in the room are all in their original positions, ranging from household appliances to small decorations, everything is exactly the same as in Xuanzhao's memory.

What was Cen Jingxiang thinking when she moved in?Why doesn't she redecorate?Is she showing off to the oracle in this way?

——Look, everything you have carefully arranged, I can take it for myself without any effort.

"What's the matter?" Cen Baiyan took his hand, "Take you to my room, there is a big French window, you can see the sea."

Xuanzhao's temples throbbed, and when he saw the phone on the coffee table in the living room, his pupils constricted suddenly——

The phone, that's the phone.

After this phone call, he fell from heaven to hell overnight. There was no more Tang poems or balls of yarn. He became a disabled person. He never drew pictures or built blocks. He was even more distant, and he put all his energy into standing up, first to stand up, and then to take revenge.

Revenge, revenge, revenge... These two words have melted into Xuanzhao's flesh and blood, and he lives for this.

Cen Boyan's room is the one Xuan Zhao lived in when he was a child. After entering the room, Xuan Zhao looked around and remained silent.

Cen Baiyan hugged him from behind: "I have lived here for ten years, and I only moved out after I entered high school."

Xuan Zhao said, "Why did you bring me here?"

"I just want to show you the place where I grew up," Cen Baiyan put his arms around Xuanzhao's waist, swaying his arms lightly, and then said, "If you have time someday, take me to see you too. The place where I lived, take me to see your mother, okay? We will go back to the harbor and visit her in the nursing home, she will definitely like me very much, okay, Zhao Zhao?"

His ending sound rose slightly, almost with a hint of pleading cautiously.

Xuan Zhao lowered his eyes, but there is no time, Bo Yan, we have no time.

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A slender and sharp thorn pierced Xuan Zhao's heart. He was in great pain, and wanted to ask for help but didn't know who to turn to.

Everything in front of him was cold and bloody hatred, but behind him, Cen Baiyan's embrace was firm and warm, and Xuan Zhao's whole body was torn in two.

Xuan Zhao covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and said softly, "Bo Yan, I want to go to the window to see the sea."

Immediately afterwards, he clearly noticed that Cen Baiyan's arm suddenly became stiff.

Cen Boyan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and Xuan Zhao was avoiding the topic.

—He didn't want me to see his mother.

As soon as this idea popped up in my mind, disappointment and loneliness instantly filled my heart, mixed with a trace of unspeakable pain.

He froze for a moment, and let go of Xuan Zhao.

Xuan Zhao limped to the French window with a walking stick.

The sea is blue, the reefs are white, the fine sand on the beach is different shades of brown, and the palm leaves are dark green.

After 17 years, Xuan Zhao stood in front of this window again, but the scenery he saw was completely different from 17 years ago.

The seven-year-old Xuan Zhao is full of thoughts of going to sea to drift and be a hero who saves the mermaid; the 24-year-old Xuan Zhao is thinking about how calm the sea is, if his life is only seven years, let him die here and die in the first place. At the bottom of the sea, he might live a little happier.

Xuan Zhao rarely used the word "happiness". Before the age of seven, his happiness was the whole world, so what is his happiness after the age of seven?

An answer is ready to come out in his heart, but Xuan Zhao dare not admit it.

"Bo Yan," Xuan Zhao turned his head and said to Cen Baiyan with a smile, "you hug me."

Cen Boyan has always had no resistance to Xuan Zhao. He walked up to Xuan Zhao, and Xuan Zhao put his arms around his neck on tiptoe: "Bo Yan, the sea is beautiful, do I look good?"

The scar at the corner of his mouth was like a dimple, slightly rippling away.

Cen Baiyan suddenly felt dizzy: "You look good, you are the prettiest."

That night, Cen Baiyan finally saw the red mole on Xuan Zhao's waist clearly, and he kissed the mole over and over again in an extremely devout gesture.

That mole was very special—Xuan Zhao's skin was so pale that he hadn't seen the sun all year round, but this mole showed a kind of coquettish red.

It was obviously just a small spot, like the red ink stain accidentally dripped by the most skilled painter when he was writing, but this small spot was like a ball of flame, burning blazingly in Cen Baiyan's eyes, burning his whole chest extremely hot.

Xuan Zhao has always liked the sea. When he was a child, he used to lie in front of this floor-to-ceiling window to watch the waves. When the tide was high, he would cheer for joy.

This night, he felt that he had turned into a wave, rising and falling with the waves in front of him.

The sea water beat against the rocks, the summer night wind blew across the sea level, and the moist air rose up, Xuanzhao thought in dizziness——

I am finally buried in the bottom of the sea, and I have died without regret.

When Cen Baiyan opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

The traces on the bed sheet are still there, the traces on the French windows are still there, the traces are still there on the carpet in the corner, and on the mirror in the bathroom, but Xuan Zhao is not there.

Cen Baiyan searched the whole house, but Xuan Zhao was not there.

He suddenly had an extremely strong premonition, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Then, Cen Baiyan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, a strong bloody smell filled his mouth instantly, and the pain caused him to maintain his sanity.Cen Baiyan searched around the villa again, then rushed upstairs in stride, took out his cell phone from his coat, and dialed Xuanzhao's number.

"Where are you?" Panting heavily, Cen Baiyan asked eagerly, "Where did you go? Where are you going? I'll accompany you. Don't run around alone, you—"

"Bai Yan," Xuan Zhao's voice came from the receiver, speaking clearly and in a steady tone, "You don't need to look for me, you won't find me."

Can't find it?How can I not find you?

Suddenly, his heart beat wildly, and Cen Baiyan took a deep breath: "Zhaozhao, no kidding, you come back first."

"." Xuan Zhao paused, "Bo Yan, you know I'm not a joker."

"What do you mean?" Cen Baiyan clenched his fists and finally couldn't help growling, "Xuan Zhao, where are you!"

"You come to your father's banquet tomorrow," Xuan Zhao said calmly as always, as if talking about the very good weather today, "you will see me."

Cen Baiyan's eyes were red: "Xuan Zhao, I'm fucking asking you where you are now!"

The word "now" is accentuated.

Xuan Zhao was silent for a moment, then said word by word: "Bo Yan, let's break up."

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I wrote more than 1 words this weekend, and I worked hard!Brothers, let's order some starfish!

The mirror will be completely broken tomorrow, and I will discuss it with everyone. This weekend's drama is too heavy to spare time to drive. The detailed plot of the floor-to-ceiling windows will be added on Tuesday (the day after tomorrow)~

I said "see you in the afternoon" in my speech yesterday, but I didn't update it this afternoon because the plot was too heavy and I didn't want to separate, so I updated it together tonight.

But it did bring you a bad reading experience. I am very sorry for this, and I am very sorry for the friends who have been waiting so hard this afternoon. I will pay attention to this in the future.

The update time is basically in the middle of the night. Friends who follow the update don’t have to stay up late on weekdays, just wake up the next day and watch it