As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

The years really forget that no one will forget him.

Whispering is strictly prohibited in the evening self-study, this naughty talker beeps all day long, causing him to be called together.

He fights in groups to reflect on himself, but as soon as he returns to class, this unscrupulous scum draws a line with him.

At first, he didn't know why Tong Qingqing, the study committee member, always covered up this scourge and even copied his homework.

It wasn't until later that he saw Tong Qingqing's love letter to Cen Guang that he suddenly realized that Cen Guang's pretty face was really pleasing to girls.

Lu Yang added water to his kindness, "I will live with him now."

At first, Shengyi didn't understand the potential meaning of this sentence, he was still eating melons happily, and finally someone could feel how he was treated back then, "Then you met him after you returned to China?"

Lu Yang responded indifferently: "It's sort of."

Cen Guang came over soon.

His appearance has hardly changed over the years, and his dressing style is similar to before. As soon as he arrived at the door of the restaurant, he waved to them both: "Hi!"

After sitting down, it was even more difficult to open which pot and which pot to lift: "Xing Yi, I really didn't expect that the three of us would meet again alive one day."

Not only kindness, even Lu Yang was dumbfounded by his words.

Shengyi suddenly realized that who was going to buy oranges tonight was just the beginning.

The dinner table was quiet for at least a minute, and Lu Yang broke the silence: "I just ordered the handicap strips, and you can see what you eat, and I will pay for it."

Cen Guang opened the menu, and a word popped out after a while: "Hey, kindness, I still heard about you a few years ago, why did you disappear later?"

Good intentions: "..."

"I heard that you talked about a girlfriend later, when will you have a wedding?"

"I live with Lu Yang, it's just around here, come up and sit down later, let's catch up on the old days."

"I have something to do after dinner, next time."

Cen Guang waved to the waiter: "Come on, this one, this one, and this one, it's crazy."

He put the menu aside and poured water for himself, "Shengyi, have you still been in touch with Song Qinyi?" He continued, "In fact, sometimes I wonder if I have really met him before, but even with the same name The same surname doesn't mean they look so similar."

Lu Yang looked puzzled: "What happened to him?"

Cen Guang looked at him in shock: "You don't know?"

Lu Yang: "What did I miss?"

"How to describe it, uh... Forget it, next question." Cen Guang once again threw the topic to Shengyi, trying to draw him into the conversation, "Xingyi, you still live here permanently when you are on business trips."

Cheng Yi: "I also live nearby, in the neighborhood opposite."

Cen Guang and Lu Yang immediately looked at each other, and asked in surprise, "When did you move here?"

Looking at their reaction kindly, he raised his eyebrows: "You?"

This three-person classmate event was temporarily suspended, and this evening Wang Zha was ushered in.

After a brief silence, Lu Yang took Cen Guang's hand and put it on the dining table, and said frankly, "Hey, as you can see."

Cen Guang couldn't hold back his gossip: "Why don't we go to your house and sit down."

Good intentions: "..."

The old school reunion performed live to kill the dog, and there was no good thing, so I was convinced.

He got drunk, got drunk and took out the key to open the door.

When I entered the room, the room was dark and pitch black.

He didn't turn on the light, lay down on the sofa in the dark, sank into it, and the phone rang in a daze.

After connecting, there was an equally drunk and confused voice: "Are you home yet?"

The words were drunk with good intentions: "Fucking is already here... I just vomited downstairs for a long time... You two caught me and poured it to death, Du Nima is not human..."

He turned over and hung up the phone in a daze.

His eyes drifted across the call interface, and he found a missed call without a note name.

The time should be when I was vomiting downstairs just now.

He thought, who is this number, it looks familiar enough.

Then fell asleep in a daze.

56. Chapter 56

In the morning, the sun shines into the room through the white gauze.

The alarm clock kept beeping, beeping, beeping, and I yawned kindly and got up from the sofa.

I drank too much yesterday and felt dizzy.

Before going out, although he had just checked the weather forecast and it was still sunny outside, it was not necessarily true. The climate in the south was changeable, and who knew what the weather would be like in the next second, so he brought an umbrella after all.

During this period of time, he was not busy with anything in the company. It may be because the new year has just passed, and the departments next door were not too busy.

He clicked on WeChat and found that Cen Guang had formed a group with the three of them, the group name: Nursery School.

Holding the coffee in good faith, almost choking, he spoke in the group: "Be a person."

Cen Guang replied quickly: "Remember to go home for dinner tonight."

Kindly: "Go away."

After get off work, he bought a bag of glutinous rice balls at the canteen downstairs and prepared to cook them for dinner later.

The architectural style of the community is still in the 80s of the last century, and there is no elevator, but fortunately, he lives on the third floor. Except for major events such as moving, it is not difficult to climb the stairs.

Today is slightly different from the past. It may be that the quality of sleep on the sofa was not good last night. His left eyelid twitched violently, and his heart was flustered when he went up the stairs.

When he reached the corner of the stairs, he saw a terrifyingly familiar figure at the door of his house.

The man was carrying several bags of packed boxes, standing against the wall at the door, his figure was sparse, his eyebrows were drooping, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he suddenly looked up at him, with a smile on his lips, and his voice was the same as before: "A Yan ,You're back."

In the past two years, Song Qinyi reappeared without warning.

Standing there in amazement, the shopping bag in his hand was clenched tightly without knowing it.

It seemed that his performance was too cold, Song Qin looked away at a loss, and explained in a gentle voice: "I went to see my grandma a few days ago, she said that you went there in a hurry last time, and she prepared a lot of specialties for you I didn’t bring it with me, let me bring it to you along the way... Grandma told me the address too.”

Sheng Yi stood quietly for a while, but didn't go up. For a long time, he called out from the air, with a cold tone: "Just leave it at the door."

The things were delivered, and he came back, but Song Qinyi had no intention of leaving.

Shengyi lowered her eyes, turned around and left without hesitation, carrying the glutinous rice balls.

"Ayan, where are you going?"

"friend's house."

All the way down the stairs, he didn't look back, and there was no sound of footsteps behind him.

Many thoughts came to his mind suddenly, most of them were, how could someone be so shameless.

The past two years have been too peaceful, unexpectedly encountered this situation, kindly sat in the downstairs garden of the community and calmed down for a while.

Until Cen Guang asked on WeChat: "Sing Yi, when will you arrive?"

Cen Guang opened the door and took the glutinous rice balls he was carrying, "Come right here, what do you bring... Really, you are so filial."

Lu Yang was busy in the kitchen.

They ate hot pot for three nights, watched the football game after dinner, and placed beer cans and potato chips in a mess.

He went to the bathroom halfway, and when he came back to sit down, Lu Yang handed over the phone and said, "Your phone rang just now, and it rang three or four times in a row. I figured there was something urgent, so I picked it up for you." .”

It shouldn't be such a coincidence.

He comforted himself, but took a look at the phone, it was still the strange number that he hadn't received last time.

She closed her eyes kindly.

Lu Yang: "After the call was made, the man asked me who I was, and then told me to go back, he is gone."

More than half a month after the episode, Shengyi gradually forgot about it.

After get off work, the department arranged to have a dinner at the restaurant opposite the company. A group of people boasted wildly, and it was almost twelve o'clock before the end of the meeting.

He bid farewell to his colleagues, grabbed his coat and walked into the elevator, which stopped at the next floor.

The other party followed the call and walked into the elevator, as if they didn't see him at first.

When the interleaving was realized, Song Qinyi turned to the other end of the phone and said, "I'll talk about it later."

He hangs up.

The elevator was silent, and after a long time he seemed to want to explain something: "It wasn't intentional, it was really a coincidence."

Sheng Yi leaned back against the elevator and looked away, ignoring him.

Even better, the elevator stopped moving.

Kindly press the emergency call button on the elevator: "What's going on?"

Napan's voice sounded more anxious than his: "I'm sorry sir, the elevator is temporarily out of order and is already under inspection."

Although it stopped, there was still light in the elevator, so it would not be possible to lose sight of your fingers.

Just now he thought that meeting Song Qinyi in the elevator was probably on purpose, but now he doesn't think so.

How could Song Qinyi be so boring and cause some kind of elevator accident.What is he trying to figure out.

Sheng Yi's figure could be vaguely seen in the elevator. In order not to be misunderstood, Song Qinyi always maintained the same standing posture, occasionally looking over at him.

"Ayan..."

She looked at him warily.

Song Qinyi's voice was soft and slow, as if afraid to startle him, "Don't be too nervous."

The elevator seemed to be sinking.

How could he not be nervous, not to mention there was a person in this elevator that he least wanted to see.

He couldn't help moving towards the corner.

In fact, this is a manifestation of evasion. In the past two years of psychotherapy, which has changed from frequent to occasional follow-up visits, it has been a long time since he has experienced such a deep fear as he does now.

Under the dim sight, Song Qinyi stood two steps away, giving him an illusion.

It's as if everything went back to five years ago.

The memories in his mind were overwhelming, trying to pierce the illusion of his calmness at the moment, he was teetering in fear, and felt like he was not standing firmly on several occasions.

The elevator is back in operation.

At the moment when the light was turned on, Song Qinyi saw Shengyi's fingertips trembling faintly, and he reached out to Shengyi to comfort him, "Ayan..."

The elevator door opened, he dodged kindly, and hurried away.

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