Infatuation is the most boring

Xu Yuanshan fell into silence for a long time, and finally had no choice but to bid farewell to the host of the reception, Mr. Zhang, and left the reception early with Zhou Mingkai.

When they left the hotel, no one spoke first. They found a coffee shop with very few families, and they seemed to be planning to have a good talk.

The two sat down facing each other without speaking first.

I finally chose to sit next to Zhou Mingkai, not because I wanted to get too close to him, but because I couldn't make myself sit peacefully next to Xu Yuanshan.

There were few people in the coffee shop, there were a few scattered tables of guests, and they were all quietly playing with their mobile phones. The atmosphere became quieter for a while, but it was not as lively as the reception.

Zhou Mingkai ordered two cups of latte, and after the waiter left, he looked at Xu Yuanshan, thought for a while before saying, "Jiayang actually looks a lot like you, but he doesn't have the same temperament."

Xu Yuanshan is not in a good mood, it seems that he has not recovered from the news of my death, and he is still a bit dazed even though he has already transferred here from the reception.

"Why did he leave Liucheng in the first place?" Zhou Mingkai continued the previous question, "Why hasn't he mentioned anything about Liucheng for so many years?"

Xu Yuanshan opened his mouth, "Tell him what happened these years first."

For some reason, I inexplicably had the feeling that two accomplices were discussing their experience in committing a crime. Let’s talk about how it feels for you to stab this knife, and what it feels like for me to stab this knife.

Maybe a bit out of place, or even unreasonable, but I just had the idea out of nowhere.

Zhou Mingkai said, "I met him three years ago. He was doing sales and selling houses at that time. I had a friend who bought a house. I met him when I went to an intermediary, and then we got in touch. Later, we Together, and later..."

"You have something to do with his suicide?" Xu Yuanshan asked suddenly.

Zhou Mingkai was obviously stiff, and it took him a long time to calm down. He asked, "I said yes, what do you want? I said no, what do you want? I also want to know why he committed suicide."

Xu Yuanshan said in an almost self-deprecating tone, "How? What can I do? No, what qualifications do I have? He and I broke off the relationship eight years ago. In front of the other party, he did it, even the news of his death, I listened to you."

The waiter brought up two cups of latte. Xu Yuanshan stretched his hands, as if adjusting, then picked up the coffee, took a sip as calm as possible, and said, "Since he was a child, he has never heard a word from me. Let him go to class well, he just wants to skip class, let him stay at home, he wants to run outside, let him wash clothes and he will flood the house, never heard a word! But, I said let him never Don't appear in front of me, he has done a good job, he has not appeared again for eight years, now that he is dead, he has completed this sentence from beginning to end, how should I praise him?"

That's right, the father-son relationship between Xu Yuanshan and I is the most tacit understanding in this life, even if he doesn't appear in front of me, I also disappear from his life, and we have done a good job with each other.

Zhou Mingkai's eyes were full of doubts, "Why... do you want to do this?"

How can there be so many reasons in life, step by step, you force me, I force you, and before you know it, you have reached an irreversible point.

Xu Yuanshan also seemed to be thinking about this question, took another sip of coffee, and said, "Why, you have to ask Xu Jiayang... I am a failed father, and I am not worthy of being Xu Jiayang's father. I never understood him , I can't control him..."

I don't know how good the coffee here is. Zhou Mingkai didn't touch his cup, but Xu Yuanshan asked the waiter to refill his cup, took another sip, and said, "I'm the same as him in the bottom of my heart. I love him so much, I hate him so much." Absolutely, I ruined him, he ruined me, it's just a messy account, and I haven't settled it after eight years."

"Please tell me clearly," Zhou Mingkai said, "Is there something I don't know about eight years ago?"

Xu Yuanshan didn't speak, but took another sip of coffee.

"I found that I don't know anything about him..." Zhou Mingkai said, "Sometimes I can't be sure, have I really been with him for three years? Why did I look so pale during those three years? "

Xu Yuanshan seemed to have no interest in chatting anymore, and suddenly got up, "Let's talk about it later, I'm... very tired today, I don't want to talk about it anymore, this is my business card."

Zhou Mingkai took the business card, which was a pattern of a personal studio, with only his name and contact information on it.

"Farewell," Xu Yuanshan left.

Zhou Mingkai sat alone in the coffee shop, and after sitting for a long time, he took a sip of the coffee on the table, his facial features were all wrinkled, as if it was very bitter.

I stared at the coffee cup that Xu Yuanshan had drunk, my heart sank, and I recalled those days back then.

That winter passed, and on the day when the second semester of the first year of high school started, there was a little bit of sunlight for an unprecedented time. I seemed to be looking forward to going to school, looking forward to... seeing that person.

that year……

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