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When Zhang Yang received the call from Shengci, he had just finished playing games with his girlfriend at home.Sheng Ci was lying in the school dormitory, his voice was very hoarse, and he said to him, "I seem to have a fever".

He put on his coat casually, picked up the car keys and went to school to take Sheng Ci to the hospital.Sheng Ci was very hot, his footsteps were flimsy, and he was so weak that he could fall down at any time.

With the assistance of another roommate of Shengci, he brought Shengci to the car.

In the carriage, except for his self-talk of "Ouch, Ouch", there are frequent gibberish words that are not clear, and he choked up once when he murmured "Teacher Ming", until finally he couldn't speak, but just kept crying.

Zhang Yang didn't need to ask why Sheng Ci suddenly went back to the dormitory, because he probably knew what was going on - he guessed that Sheng Ci probably broke up with Mingxu.

Sheng Ci suffered from acute gastroenteritis and had a fever of 39 degrees. The pain from the needle prick made him conscious.He was pale, with a needle stuck in the back of his hand, closed his eyes and turned his head to the side where no one was there.

The phone rang in his pocket, but Sheng Ci had no strength to respond.Zhang Yang probably thought he was asleep, so he hesitated for a long time after picking it up, and hung up the call.

Then the phone rang again, Zhang Yang sighed, and finally hung up the phone.

Although Shengci was in a dazed and dull state, he was not in a deep sleep.With the rest of his energy during his illness, he was thinking about whether Mingxu would be a little sad about the breakup.

— three hours ago.

"I think we should separate."

Sheng Ci sat on the edge of the desk, lowered his head, his eyes were full of sadness and helplessness.He repeatedly recalled the one-sided tantrum he had with Mingxu two to ten minutes ago, looked at the game console on the ground, and finally opened his mouth calmly.

With his right hand, he pinched his left middle finger vigorously, and a little blood oozes from the outer skin.

Mingxu, who was sitting behind him, didn't know Sheng Ci's tricks.

He paused for a moment with the hand holding the mouse, and then continued to work unaffected.Like hearing an impossibility, or something he's confident will never happen, that they'll never be apart.

In his eyes, Sheng Ci is far from mature enough, and this is not the first time Sheng Ci has said this.

The last time Shengci and Mingxu said they separated was half a year ago.

The high temperature in midsummer makes people impatient and irritable, and the wind at night is like a heat wave.Sheng Ci sat on the balcony of Mingxu's apartment in a fit of anger, listening to Mingxu tell him "takeout is unhealthy and unclean" with a blank expression.

There are KFC family buckets on the table in the living room. The table is not messy, but to Mingxu who has a cleanliness, it is comparable to a garbage dump.

Sheng Ci didn't know that Mingxu would come back so early tonight.

Ming Xu told him on the phone that the company has important business tonight, and he needs to hold a meeting before he can come back. It will be around nine o'clock.

But when Mingxu came back, Sheng Ci was sitting at the table eating the third chicken leg, and the clock in the room showed a quarter to eight.

Sheng Ci quickly put down the chicken legs, ran to the bathroom and washed his hands with hand sanitizer.He walked up to Ming Xu awkwardly, with his hands behind his back, like a primary school student who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher: "It's so early tonight, are you hungry?"

Ming Xu stood at the entrance, loosened his suit and tie, and pressed his eyebrows wearily.

"Takeaway." He walked into the living room, looked at the fried chicken on the table, sighed softly, and said to Sheng Ci seriously: "Sheng Ci, as I said, takeaway is not healthy, eating it is not good for your health."

Sheng Ci stood in front of Ming Xu at a loss, with his fingers scratching behind his back, the pain gradually spread to his brain.

"I'll clean it up." Sheng Ci said.

Before his hand touched the takeaway, Mingxu held his wrist, "Sheng Ci, did you listen to me?"

It is not too much to say that the tone is a simple inquiry, and there is no unnecessary emotion mixed in it.But probably a few days before this, they had a conflict. Sheng Ci was quite tired, and said wearily: "I'm listening."

Mingxu held his wrist, stood beside him and talked to him about "takeaway food is not healthy and clean" for a long time.

The air in the living room was still filled with the smell of fried chicken, fragrant and greasy.Mingxu let go of Sheng Ci's hand, walked to open the French windows of the balcony, and the cold air in the room gushed out.

Too boring.

Sheng Ci brushed past Mingxu with his head down, walked to the swing chair on the balcony and sat down.

It's not that he doesn't understand that takeout is unhealthy, and he also understands that Mingxu is caring about him, but he doesn't like this way anyway.

He glanced at Mingxu in front of him, and Mingxu stopped and asked him "what's the matter" with his eyes, but he shook his head and said nothing with a sullen face.

"You are 21 years old, Sheng Ci, sometimes you have to be obedient."

Again.

"I know." Sheng Ci's voice was tinged with impatience: "I know, I know everything. But I'm starving to death, and I can't cook, and you said you didn't come back so late."

"Also, I just want to eat it. I haven't eaten it for a long time when I'm with you. I just want to eat it, even if it's not healthy."

Sheng Ci scratched his hair and repeated: "I just want to eat."

Mingxu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, Sheng Ci said with a trembling voice: "Mingxu, I don't think we are suitable, let's separate."

When Mingxu heard Sheng Ci calling his full name, his heart was a little turbulent.

On weekdays, Sheng Ci likes to follow him happily or mischievously call "Teacher Ming", but he doesn't call him by his full name very often.

But Bo Lan calmed down again after a moment. He thought that Sheng Ci impulsively said "separate" because of lack of consideration, so he didn't pay much attention.

It's like Sheng Ci who is sitting with his back facing him now.

The back of Sheng Ci who didn't get a response stiffened.Mingxu's office is very quiet, except for the click of the mouse, there is no sound.

Suddenly there was a light knock on the door, Ming Xu said "Come in", Sheng Ci came back to his senses, quickly covered his bleeding fingers, walked to the opposite sofa and sat down.

The person who came was Mingxu's secretary.

The secretary glanced at the silent Sheng Ci, and then put the document in front of Ming Xu's eyes.The lips covered with light lipstick were slightly parted, and before a breath came out, Ming Xu said "Thanks for your hard work".

The boss is in a bad mood today.

The secretary turned around knowingly and was about to leave, meeting the eyes of Sheng Ci who raised his head when he heard Ming Xu's voice.She was slightly startled looking at the low Sheng Ci, then smiled at him and closed the door.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Mingxu looked at the email, and said lightly to Sheng Ci: "I'm very busy, I have too much work, and my time is limited."

Mingxu is always like this, no emotion can be heard in the words he speaks, no matter good or bad.Sheng Ci once thought that Mingxu was a "robot" and a "workaholic robot" at the same time.

Therefore, they have very little time to meet and be alone. Sheng Ci once teased Ming Xu, "Will we be like many people, because we get together less and leave more, and the relationship fades, so we finally separated."

At that time, Mingxu hugged him from behind, leaned on his shoulders, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said firmly, "We will grow old forever."

"No more," Sheng Ci stood up, went to the door and held the doorknob: "I've said everything I should say."

The door was closed softly.It took Mingxu half a minute to stare blankly at the place Sheng Ci left.He shook his head helplessly, walked around the desk and picked up the game console on the floor and put it on the table.I only said to myself in my heart that the grand words are because of my temperament.

But he never clearly realized that there was clearly sadness in his eyes.

Sheng Ci returned to Mingxu's apartment, opened his 24-inch suitcase and put it in front of the closet, but did not do it for a long time.

In the weather in early January, he sat on the cold floor and stared at the other half next to his clothes, which Sheng Ci bought for Mingxu.But Mingxu doesn't like to wear it, saying that it doesn't suit his age of nearly 30.

So it has been left here all the time, just like the grand words that Mingxu puts aside every time he is angry and wronged.

Sheng Ci stood up and touched the clothes distressedly.

He didn't take many things with him in the end, he just folded a few clothes and took away the pen that Mingxu gave him.

Maybe it's because he doesn't live here much and doesn't have much stuff; maybe it's because the 24-inch suitcase doesn't fit enough, or maybe it's because he doesn't want to wipe off the traces, and wants Mingxu to think of him occasionally.

He took the suitcase into the elevator and reached the first floor.He squeezed the key in his pocket, finally made up his mind, walked into the security room, and handed the key to the security uncle.

"Uncle Wang, please give this key to the resident of 1601." Sheng Ci huddled in the scarf with half his face: "Do you recognize it?"

"I recognize him, he is the young man who is often with you." Uncle Wang stretched out his wrinkled hands with a smile, and there was not much coldness on his kind face.He looked at Shengci's suitcase, said "Ouch" and said, "Going to move?"

"Going back to school." Sheng Ci pulled down his scarf and said with a smile.

Uncle Wang is kind-hearted, and he likes to chat about Sheng Ci no matter in season, saying that Sheng Ci is like his son, and he likes Sheng Ci very much.Brew herbal tea in summer and drink it with Shengci in the security room; boil milk in winter and tell Shengci not to catch a cold.

"Are you coming back?" Uncle Wang asked reluctantly.

Sheng Ci's emotions came late, and at this moment, sadness, grievance, heartache, and reluctance rushed into his heart, which made his heart ache.He put down the suitcase, walked over and hugged Uncle Wang, sniffed, but still smiled and said: "I won't come back, I probably have no chance. But I will come back to see you on weekends. What do you want to eat? Call me Give me a call."

Uncle Wang patted Sheng Ci on the back heavily, and said, "My boy, if you want to graduate smoothly, don't get sick."

With a strong nasal voice, Sheng Ci gave a soft "um".

Embracing the last bit of warmth in the winter, he thought about Mingxu and Uncle Wang, thinking a lot.Uncle Wang's concern was warm, but he fell ill due to uncontrollable crying for too long.