Specific gravity

"sorry."

It's just three light words, but the words weigh more than a thousand catties.

In the hall of the dormitory building, the lights were bright, and Xuan Zhao's thin figure was shrouded in light, and every inch of line was reflected extremely clearly, even a naughty knot of thread on the hem of the sweater was clearly visible.

But it couldn't illuminate his dark eyes.

After saying these three words, Xuan Zhao pursed his lips tightly and watched Cen Baiyan quietly.

Even Xu Mingyang, who claims to have read both Chinese and foreign poems and essays, doesn't know what words to use to describe Xuan Zhao's eyes at the moment. His eyes are heavy, like a bottomless pool, in which are hidden all kinds of complicated emotions. It seems to be helpless, but also seems to be sad.

But Cen Baiyan never said a word, and there was no trace of emotion in his expression.

His silence was like an invisible big hand, clutching Xuanzhao's throat tightly, and the "clack" sound of broken bones came from his body, and he could hardly even support his waist in pain.

Xu Mingyang's eyes lingered between the two people standing opposite each other. He could vaguely feel that there was an inexplicable atmosphere between the two people. talk.

"Then what." Xu Mingyang was a little nervous for some reason. He licked his lips and asked Xuan Zhao, "Handsome guy, what's your relationship with Xiao Cen?"

Xuanzhao didn't answer, just watched Cen Baiyan from the beginning to the end, as if this was such an important matter.

"Your legs and feet are inconvenient, how tired you are after standing for a long time," Xu Mingyang said enthusiastically, deliberately relieving the situation at the moment, "otherwise, go upstairs and sit in our dormitory, close the door and talk about something, and drink coffee with the air conditioner on .”

After he finished his long words, Xuan Zhao finally moved his eyelashes, turned his body slightly, and nodded to Xu Mingyang: "Thank you."

Now Xu Mingyang finally saw Xuan Zhao's face clearly, he was really pretty.Inside the camel-colored coat is an off-white sweater, and underneath is a pair of light gray suit trousers with excellent texture, which makes his figure thinner and slender; Tall and straight, with thin lips, and the best pair of eyes among the facial features - the shape of the eyes is slightly narrow and long, with a slight upward arc raised at the end of the eyes, which is clearly attractive, but it looks unconventional on his face , not only does not look flattering, but has a feeling of alienation and indifference.

Xu Mingyang is a typical love-artist|pussy. To put it bluntly, he falls in love with each other, and loves with extreme devotion every time.Xuan Zhaoguang's face caused more than a dozen love poems to float through his mind, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he showed an extremely beautiful smile: "We live on the thirteenth floor, you are welcome, go up and have a seat." .”

"No need," Xuan Zhao politely refused, "I have a plane at [-]:[-], and I'll be leaving right away."

"Ah." Xu Mingyang was a little depressed, "Then add WeChat, next time you come to the United States, I will take you around. Although this is a material paradise, there are still many romantic places——"

"Have you finished?" Cen Baiyan said suddenly, his voice extremely cold.

"Huh?" Xu Mingyang thought that Cen Baiyan was talking to him, and asked a little awkwardly, "By the way, Xiao Cen, you don't mind if I ask this handsome guy for WeChat? Aren't you single?"

"No." Xuanzhao replied, "I still have something to say."

"You go up first."

Cen Baiyan threw the shopping bag in his hand to Xu Mingyang, then strode forward, grabbed Xuan Zhao's wrist with a cold face, and pulled Xuan Zhao straight into the visitor's room at the corner of the hall, then turned around and slammed the door.

boom!

Xuan Zhao staggered a bit in embarrassment, and slowly stood up straight while supporting his crutches.

"Is there anything else to say, finish it once," Cen Baiyan said with a cold expression, "Xuan Zhao, is it interesting for you to appear again and again?"

——I have already been killed by you once, and I don't have a second life for you to use again.

Xuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and just about to say something, Cen Baiyan interrupted him by raising his hand.

"I'm not as eloquent as you, so let me tell you first," Cen Baiyan smiled self-deprecatingly, "Mr. Xuan, I know you're busy with your daily affairs and won't do such boring things. But I'm already an outcast. To put it bluntly, I have no father or mother now, and I really have no value to you. You avenge your family, I read my book, and I don’t want any money from them. What else do you need from me? I will definitely cooperate. Do you want me to write you a letter of guarantee? Guarantee that I, Cen Baiyan, will not change my surname to Wan in this life, will not covet Wan Qianshan's property, and will not help Wan Qianshan rob your Xuan family's wealth, is this enough? ? What do you want me to do?"

There was a suffocating silence in the small visitor room.

Xuan Zhao's nose was sore uncontrollably, he closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Bo Yan, I'm sorry."

"No, need, need," Cen Baiyan said word by word, enunciating the words very clearly, "If you really have any burden on this matter, then I will answer clearly now, you have not sorry me."

Cen Boyan doesn't need Xuanzhao's apology, really.

How can these things be counted?

His biological mother did harm Xuan Zhao's family. Even though it had nothing to do with Cen Baiyan, Cen Baiyan did enjoy all kinds of favorable resources that did not belong to him, and he fell into Xuan Zhao's trap and became a A knife of revenge in Xuan Zhao's hand.

Cen Baiyan is a mature and rational man, he can figure out the twists and turns, he doesn't hate Xuanzhao, this is true.He is not ashamed of what Wan Qianshan and Cen Jingxiang have done, he is also shocked by what Xuanzhao has suffered and suffered, and he has to admit Xuanzhao's patience and wisdom that have been dormant for many years; Everything, Cen Boyan thinks that he may do more extreme than Xuanzhao; Xuanzhao wants to use him, he admits, who made him stupid, he is stupid, obviously Xuanzhao has exposed 1 flaws, but he chooses all of them ignore.

From a certain point of view, Cen Baiyan is more transparent than anyone else in this puzzle. This has nothing to do with him, and he can easily get out.

If you compare all of this to a problem, Cen Baiyan should have easily solved it, but there is a huge variable in this problem—that is, Cen Boyan loves Xuanzhao very much, and he holds on to Xuanzhao tightly, like Travelers in the dark catch a ray of light.

So, this becomes an unsolvable proposition.

Xuan Zhao's expression was relaxed, and he stared at Cen Baiyan with a blink of his eyes.

Cen Boyan said that he was eloquent, but he couldn't even speak a complete sentence at the moment, he just repeated: "I'm sorry."

"No need, really," Cen Baiyan said coldly, suppressing all the emotions rolling in his body, "These three words will only remind me of how fucking stupid I used to be, I feel so ashamed and ashamed .”

Shame, disgrace.

These two words were like two giant hammers, hitting Xuan Zhao's temple with a "bang".

After a burst of dizziness and tinnitus, Xuan Zhao tightly grasped the walking stick.People in the mall commented on him being tough, cold-blooded, bold and aggressive, but in fact Xuanzhao was not such a brave person at all. The him in front of Cen Baiyan was always cowardly and weak, something he was unwilling to admit and did not dare to admit. The matter finally turned into a sharp knife at this moment, piercing deeply into his chest.

——Let's go, go, get out of here, it hurts too much, let's go.

A voice sounded in his mind, urging Xuanzhao to leave quickly, Cen Baiyan didn't want to see him, Cen Baiyan didn't want him anymore, he couldn't stay any longer, it was too painful, more painful than every reconstruction in childhood.

However, another weak but firm voice sounded, Xuanzhao should be brave, try it, try it, even if there is only a slight possibility, otherwise you will lose Cen Baiyan forever, forever.

No one will love you more than Cen Baiyan, and you will never fall in love with another person.

Xuan Zhao took a deep breath, his eyes were a little red, and he made a broken voice with difficulty: "Bai Yan, I like you, I really like you."

boom--

A thunderbolt suddenly exploded in his mind, and Cen Baiyan froze.

After a long time, he clenched his hands into fists, with prominent veins on his forehead, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

"I hurt you, I know I'm mean, I'm selfish, but I—" Xuan Zhao paused, countless images of them together flashed before his eyes like a film show, Xuan Zhao had a splitting headache, his voice Hoarse, "But I really... like you, like you very much."

"Hahahahaha." Cen Baiyan looked up and laughed as if he had heard some ridiculous joke. He laughed so hard that his eyes were red and his nose was sore, and he mocked, "I know you like me, you said that , Xuan Zhao, do you remember yourself?"

Xuan Zhao remembers, why doesn't Xuan Zhao remember.

At that time, he thought that he could get away with it, and he had said too many love words to Cen Baiyan, and every time Cen Baiyan seemed to get some treasure, he always jumped for a long time.

When he told a lie, he was regarded as the truth, but now he speaks the truth, but he will be regarded as a lie.

You did it to yourself, Xuanzhao said to himself in your heart, you really did it to yourself!

"I didn't lie to you, it's not fake, no," Xuan Zhao's throat was astringent, and he even choked up a little, "I never liked anyone, I didn't know what liking was before, I didn't know—"

Even he himself felt weak in the rebuttal he said.

Xuan Zhao closed his eyes: "Bo Yan, I'm sorry, but I really—"

"Enough!" Cen Baiyan growled suddenly.

The suppressed volcano in his body finally ushered in a complete eruption, and the mask called "decentness" that he had been struggling to maintain was completely shattered. Push Xuan Zhao against the wall.

He stared at Xuan Zhao with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Xuan Zhao, are you worthy? Are you worthy of saying 'like'?"

The crutch fell to the ground with a "bang", and Xuan Zhao felt a tearing pain.

"When will you still want to play with me? You have to see me because you want to die and live all night to get drunk to feel a sense of accomplishment, don't you? Why do you appear in front of me again and again, because you want to see it for yourself? Have you seen how you have tortured the enemy's son?" Cen Baiyan raised his hand and slammed his fist on the wall, making a low, muffled sound, "Okay, okay, I admit that I have never fucking slept with one Good night, I admit that I am a complete fool! Is it bad enough? Are you satisfied with this answer? Is it enough to satisfy your vanity? Ah?!"

Xuan Zhao said tremblingly, "It's not like that, Bo Yan, don't be like that."

"Don't be like this?" Cen Baiyan's eyes were bloodshot, "You were the one who said to break up first, okay, break up, break up, I can't live without you, Xuan Zhao, how fucking bad do you think I am| Cheap? Come and go, what do you think I am? Do you have a dog?!"

Xuan Zhao was completely stunned, even in the Chenxiang Hall that day, he had never seen such a hysterical Cen Baiyan.

Cen Baiyan's chest heaved violently, and even his neck was covered with protruding blue veins. He was carrying so much and such deep grievances, anger and pain. Seeing Cen Baiyan like this, Xuan Zhao felt that he couldn't breathe.

He had prepared many, many words to tell Cen Baiyan, but at this moment he couldn't even pronounce a simple syllable.

Cen Baiyan closed his eyes, calmed down a little, and let go of Xuan Zhao: "You go, don't come again."

The knuckles of his left hand were scratched by the wall, and blood was oozing out. Xuan Zhao stared blankly at his scratched hand, a little confused and at a loss: "You won't trust me anymore?"

"What's the point of saying this now." Cen Baiyan's chest heaved, "Xuan Zhao, no matter it's true or not, we're all over, completely over."

ended.

This full stop was originally drawn by Xuan Zhao, but now Cen Baiyan completes the last stroke.

As if all the strength in his body had been drained, Xuan Zhao leaned his back against the wall, slowly raised his arms, and covered his eyes.

"Take a taxi to the airport yourself." Cen Baiyan walked to the door, the knuckles of the hand holding the doorknob turned pale, "I won't see you off."

The door to the visitor's room opened and closed.

Xuan Zhao didn't know how long he stood frozen, until the sound of Cen Baiyan's footsteps disappeared completely, until Cen Baiyan really didn't come back, and he finally fell down on the ground along the wall in desperation.

It's okay, it's okay.

Xuan Zhao still maintained the posture of gently covering his eyes, and he repeatedly told himself in his heart that it didn't matter.

At least you're already being honest with him.

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Only when there is a complete end can there be a new beginning