On how to break up peacefully with 419 subjects

171.

Come to think of it, this was the first time I met Tu Chen without an agreement.

Jiang is neither big nor small, but he never seems to let me meet him by chance.

However, this was the only time I met him, but I had no intention of saying hello to him.

Jing Boming is a good boy, even if I don't know him, I can tell.

I pulled Yan Shen into the parking lot against the rain.

The rain was not heavy, but not as gentle as a drizzle.

On the way without going through a bunker, it was inevitable that my hair would get wet.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the umbrella lying on the back seat through the driver's seat.

I wiped my face with a tissue, and jokingly asked Yan Shen, "Boss Yan, you wouldn't deliberately throw the umbrella on the car, would you like to take a walk in the rain with me?"

Yan Shen was strangely silent.

When I realized it, I couldn't help laughing, and wiped the half-wet tissue in my hand on his face: "It's raining heavily today, next time when it's lighter, I'll go crazy with you again."

172.

After five o'clock, Yan Shen drove me to a family in the north of the city.

I don't know how long those college classmates of his have been here, but they even snatched the box.

Carrying the red wine I bought casually from a cigarette shop, and a few cups of hot drinks, I pushed open the door briskly.

A heat wave hits the face, and one person is stepping on a stool and throwing cards on the mahjong table aggressively: "I touch it!"

Maybe I entered too hastily, his foot became unsteady, and the table collapsed.

In college, it was a four-person dormitory.

In addition to Lao Han, the owner of the Cantonese restaurant I met that day, there are two other people in front of me.

A small man with a cropped cropped head who looked energetic was a preschool teacher, nicknamed Douzi.

Another tall, thin and elegant-looking man wearing a gold-framed mirror was a bank clerk named Da Fei.

The four of them hadn't been together for a long time, so they came up one by one and hugged Yan Shen.

Then all eyes fell on me.

Oh no.

It was placed on the hand that Yan Shen and I were shaking.

173.

Douzi talked a lot, and looked at me in a circle: "I couldn't believe it when Lao Han said it at the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

He was a full head shorter than me, and he said "Old Han" with his hands behind his back, which looked a little funny.

Lao Han held up the mahjong table with his belly protruding, greeted him and sat down around the table before he spoke: "When Yan Shen told me at first, I also thought that his work pressure was so great that he oppressed his brain nerves, which led to hallucinations and started bragging gone."

Douzi slapped the table and said excitedly to Yan Shen: "You have made progress! You finally dare to take this step!"

Lao Han jumped up agreeingly, with tears in his eyes: "Congratulations to our youngest in bed 203 for getting his wish!"

The three hands clapped together.

Yan Shen interrupted in time: "Okay, stop talking."

I squinted and saw that the base of his ears were a little red, and the man began to feel embarrassed again.

They circled around Yan Shen with every word, and I couldn't get in their mouths.

One is that I heard it in a cloud of fog, and the other is that I feel that there seems to be some clues that I don't know.

However, Yan Shen's obstruction ended this topic, and I could only grab a handful of melon seeds resentfully.

It was not easy for them to meet each other, and when the topic changed to chat about things around them in recent years, I found that two or three of the people they talked about were senior students I had heard of.

174.

The time turned to six o'clock, and the dishes were brought to the table one after another, but there was no sign of Maoxuewang for a while.

I bit the straw and had no intention of moving my chopsticks for the time being.

Douzi turned to me at this moment: "I remember that Xiao Gu lived in District D at the time, right?"

I was a little surprised: "Yes, I do live in Area D."

Douzi grinned, "Sometimes I think it's cute to be called elementary school boy."

For a while, I couldn't figure out what he meant by this, so I tried to call out to him after thinking about it: "Learn... grow?"

Suddenly there was the sound of the bottom of the cup touching the table, a slight slap, but it was not easy to ignore.

Douzi's eyelids twitched, and his smile disappeared in an instant: "Don't, don't, don't call me that."

I put down my tea and looked to the right.

Yan Shen was rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingertips, his cheeks seemed to be biting slightly tight.

When I first entered the school as a freshman, many associations came to recruit new students, and the newcomers came one by one.

But after that, I met a lot of senior students in school, but I really didn't call anyone seriously.

I couldn't help but curl my lips, rubbed the toe of my shoe against his leg under the table, and called out to him in a breathy voice: "Senior Yan?"

175.

Unfamiliar words are always a little awkward to say.

Yan Shen glanced at me, and didn't seem to have much reaction to this title.

But I could clearly feel the momentary tenseness of his calf muscles, and there was something inexplicable in his eyes.

I smiled and continued to listen to the speeches of the three people on the opposite side. I naturally hid my right hand under the table and rubbed the heel of his leg casually.

Not surprisingly, he reacted.

I withdrew my hand and pressed the tip of my tongue against my palate playfully.

I didn't expect Yan Shen to like this.

I sat there like nothing happened, and I was already thinking about where the uniform I wore for the group photo was stored in my mind.

176.

During the second half of the meal, I put all my thoughts on Mao Xuewang.

Spicy and cool.

Yan Shen stretched out his hand to wipe off the sweat from the tip of my nose, and warned in a low voice: "Eat less."

I avoided it disapprovingly: "I don't know when I will come next time, so don't bother me."

Yan Shen didn't stop him, sat quietly for a while rubbing his forehead, got up and went to the bathroom.

I brought a total of two bottles of red wine, and there was not much to share among the five, so he went out.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shen was not drunk, but the one who was drunk turned out to be Da Fei who had always been reticent.

Dafei's glasses were taken off at some point, and those eyes looked in my direction, but they felt soft due to myopia.

From what they said about campus life just now, it is not difficult to know that he has a quiet personality different from Yan Shen.

This was the first time he took the initiative to speak to me.

"Yan Shen, he..."

I put down my chopsticks and waited for his next words.

He raised his hand and waved it in the air twice, and finished the opening sentence of the first sentence: "He's fine, Xiao Gu...you have to treat him well."

177.

Douzi poured him a glass of water: "Dafei, you drank too much."

Old Han laughed, and he explained to me while laughing: "Don't be surprised, this person has the attributes of a mother-in-law, who has followed us for a few years and is like a parent, and he doesn't know how to drink. He was staggering from side to side."

I stood up: "I'll ask the waiter if there is any sugar water."

Lao Han quickly stopped me: "Oh, no need, you sit down. He talks too much when he drinks too much, and it's fine when he finishes talking, and hangover medicine can't help."

It was the first time I had heard that talking could soothe a hangover, so I sat back slightly curious.

Dafei poured the glass of boiled water into his stomach, and looked at me with a blushing face: "Xiao Gu, you don't know...Our District A is separated from District D, and the entire campus is far away, but that big fool I always go downstairs to see you."

I don't have any impression in my mind.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, not quite convinced: "Then why has he never talked to me?"

Dafei burped: "He doesn't have the guts!"

This makes me even more puzzled.

Isn't Yan Shen very courageous? He has pushed me several times.

Besides, he went straight into the room to put a cuckold on his boyfriend, does this seem like something done by a person who has no guts?

178.

Da Fei went on talking: "He's actually very good, Xiao Gu...he's the best one in our dormitory, he's really good..."

Da Fei was really poor at words, maybe it was because his brain circuit was blocked by alcohol, he praised Yan Shen over and over again, but he only used this one word.

"At that time, there were quite a few people who liked him in school. He was a very confident person. I... have never seen anything he couldn't do. He published several papers and was able to host a party on stage. Activities... When the external relations department was not working, he was still the one who pulled funding for the institute... He received scholarships every year, really, I can't think of any words to describe him except excellent."

He talked a little messy, I didn't express my opinion, just listened quietly.

Dafei continued: "But when he meets you, he loses his confidence."

"Suddenly, you pulled him down from a high place... He obviously has a lot of honors, but he told us... He thinks you are too good, and he doesn't have any confidence to stand in front of you."

He leaned forward, leaning his entire upper body on the dishes: "Xiao Gu...Actually, I'm not drunk, I'm quite sober now. That guy Yan Shen is very bored, and he doesn't want to tell you a lot. It's all what the three of us want to say...I'm not very good at speaking, so I don't know how much you can listen to. But the three of us want to tell you that he cherishes you very much, and he will cherish you even more in the future."

"He is a steady person, but whenever you are mentioned, the whole person will feel awkward, like a hundred plans can't make him feel at ease... Sometimes I think, how high is the liking? Levels can make a person feel worthless."

After a series of listening, in fact, there are not many waves in my heart.

But when Da Fei said the last words, I retracted my fingers on my legs slightly, and pulled up a fold of my trousers.

179.

Douzi seemed to see my uneasiness for a moment, and laughed and laughed: "Oh, Dafei, you don't need to be so serious and provocative, they are together now."

Dafei shook his head: "You didn't know Yan Shen at all when you were in college, and you certainly didn't know what stupid things he did."

I followed his words and asked, "What did you do?"

Dafei mentioned the Internet cafes I often go to, the grapefruits and peelers hanging on the doorknob of the dormitory in winter, and the bouquet of flowers that the deliveryman gave me on the day I left school.

He said that he was not drunk, but his words were still mixed up, and it was Lao Han who took his place next.

"On the day you graduated and walked the red carpet, he went back to school and signed his name under you. I was so cowardly that I took a photo of him with his signature in front of the board."

"At that time, he was still working for others. He took several months' wages to buy you a graduation gift, and even sent it to your dormitory anonymously. He only wrote a sentence of bright future."

"Later you often went to that broken bar, and he followed him as soon as his brain got hot, and he stayed all night. You talked and laughed with others, and he drank alone in the corner, watching strangers strike up a conversation with you, he But I dare not let a fart go."

"When the company first started, he suffered a lot of losses. Don't blame us. At that time, we advised him to find a job as a civil servant and get a stable salary. Wouldn't he live happily ever after marrying a wife and having children? He doesn't, he said he only wants you, he will go to you when he can guarantee you the best life, and get to know you with the best appearance... Isn't it very stupid? "

I vaguely remembered that there was indeed a grapefruit. I got angry at that time, and I had a pimple on the corner of my mouth, which hurt when I touched it.

At that time, I thought it was sent by someone in the dormitory, so I carried it in and put it on the stool, but no one claimed it at all.

In the end, the red bag was left for two months before being taken out by the roommate and thrown away.

The flower is a sunflower, and I also signed for it, but there was no message card on it, and because I thought it would be troublesome to take it home, I split it and gave it to each of the classmates around me.

As for graduation gifts...

I have been listening to Lao Han's speech, and now I opened my mouth, only to find that my throat is a little dry: "Is the graduation gift a cufflink?"

"Yes," Lao Han told me earnestly, "That's because he chose for a week before deciding on the gift that he thinks is the best match for you."

180.

There was a sudden bang in my head.

Recently, I wondered why Tu Chen would give me the exact same thing. It seemed that the cloud and mist had been cleared, and I could see the truth behind it.

Over the years, I have received a lot of gifts intermittently, not only the first cufflinks in college, but also some accessories that are not cheap in the future, and the game console that was just released last year.

All the gifts are in line with my wishes. Although I don't sign them every time, I don't think anyone will understand me like this except Tu Chen.

But in the end, I didn't expect that the person behind it was Yan Shen.

So, every time I return gifts, should I not be Tu Chen, but Yan Shen?

My mouth was a little dry, and I took another sip of wine while holding the glass.

I no longer have the mind to question whether what they said is true or false, the feeling of red wine in my throat makes me feel sore at this moment.

I bit the tip of my tongue and locked my eyes on the three people opposite me: "But doesn't he have a boyfriend who is going to live with him soon?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the three of them looked at each other, with some inexplicable meaning in their expressions.

"A cohabiting boyfriend? Isn't it you?"

I frowned: "No."

Lao Han rubbed his stomach and laughed: "How is it possible, that guy always talks about your name, and I have never heard anyone else from him."

I opened my mouth to ask another question, but the door of the room was pushed open.

Yan Shen came back from the bathroom.

I subconsciously looked at him, and saw his slightly damp hair sticking to his forehead after soaking in water, and his appearance was different from the past.

He closed the door, and his eyes fell on me without any mistakes.

I don't know if I was brainwashed by so many words they said just now, but for the first time I noticed that there seemed to be strong love in his eyes.

I think back carefully, when I was with him, no matter where we were, he seemed to only look at me.

At the same time, Lao Han's last words also reached my ears.

"No one else, this idiot fell in love with you at first sight when he was in college, and he hanged himself on your tree. He likes you, this is the seventh year..."

The author has something to say:

I wondered...would this plot be clichéd? ? ?