The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

"Senior Xie, shall we have dinner together?" Yang Ziao interrupted Xie Xingzhou's trance.

"No need." Xie Xingzhou refused him, and left before Guan Cheng approached.

He and Jiang Muye's group are no longer friends, and there will be no more happy dinners for each other.

Fortunately, after the strange man found out that Xie Xingzhou had met his friend, he stopped following him, and Xie Xingzhou arrived home safely.

The mole that belonged to Xie Xingzhou, which was present at birth, has returned, and Xie Xingzhou seems to have become Xie Xingzhou again, that Xie Xingzhou who just came to Luohai City to study at university——

At that time, he didn't hang out with Jiang Muye in the warehouse of the student union, nor did he surprisingly reunite with Duan Jize at the side door of Yipin Bookstore.

The life in the last year of university was ordinary, the heavy studies were replaced by the complicated graduation project, Xie Xingzhou still went back and forth between the library and the self-study room of the teaching building.

It's just that he packed his simple luggage and lived in an empty dormitory at the school, and he no longer went back to the rented house where he and Duan Jize went upstairs and downstairs, and he no longer patronized the commercial street of Yipin Bookstore.

As for Jiang Muye...

He hadn't seen each other for about a month.

Jiang Muye left the school basketball team, and his first-year players are also busy graduating and leaving the team. Familiar faces rarely appear in the school, and even occasionally come to hang around in the study room of the Academy of Fine Arts, stalking him for a drink Zhao Lin, who drinks, is also busy with medical experiments and no longer appears.

Such monotonous days continued for a while, and Xie Xingzhou received a call from Meng Siyi.

She told Xie Xingzhou that she had already handed over the work, and that she would land in Luohai City tomorrow, and she would take him to meet Duan Jingcheng.

Hearing Meng Siyi mention Duan Jingcheng, Xie Xingzhou was stunned for a long time, and he couldn't help but think of Duan Jize again, and remembered that he still had a lot of unfinished business.

This month, he still expects Duan Jize to remember, but this expectation is completely different from before. The uncontrollable throbbing in his heart has disappeared, replaced by a cold sense of responsibility——

He always believed that if Duan Jize and Duan Jingcheng did not recognize each other, the guilt that Duan Jize had when he went to the game city to buy a game console for him could not be made up for.

"I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow."

Standing under the camphor tree outside the teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts, Xie Xingzhou accidentally stepped on a purple-black camphor fruit. He hung up the phone and turned around the corner of the camphor avenue.

This road is close to the rockery in the back garden of Luo University. It is a holy place for young couples to date at night, but it is deserted during the day.

Turning the corner of the teaching building, there was a man leaning against a camphor tree with a thick trunk, facing the corner and making a phone call.

"How is the treatment going, how much does he remember? The one-month deadline you promised before is approaching..."

The deep voice was very familiar, Xie Xingzhou paused, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Muye's sharp and handsome profile.

Subconsciously, he wanted to turn around and run away, but then he felt that there was nothing to run away, so he forcibly stopped, and stood on a slightly raised stone slab, staring straight ahead.

Jiang Muye quickly finished the phone call, turned around and looked over.

The two gazes collided unexpectedly, and the person under the tree was visibly stiffer, gripping the phone he had just put down.

It's the winter season, Jiang Muye is wearing a black down jacket with the neckline open, and the untucked gray scarf is casually draped over his elbows.

Xie Xingzhou is not in the habit of wearing a scarf. His fair and slender neck is exposed all the year round, and he doesn't feel cold when he doesn't go out often. Now he has stood in the cold wind for a long time, and his collarbone is faintly black from the cold.

It's really cold.

Xie Xingzhou wanted to shrink his neck, but Jiang Muye on the opposite side didn't move, and he didn't want to admit defeat, he also stood stubbornly where he was.

The two seem to be staring each other out a hole.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Jiang Muye was the first to be defeated and walked towards Xie Xingzhou.

The fallen fruits of the camphor tree are frozen by the cold air, and each one is like a small inflated balloon, densely covering the stone road.

Jiang Muye's legs are slender, and he took big steps, but he couldn't help stepping on them, making a crushing "crack" sound, which was startling.

Xie Xingzhou couldn't hear the sound. Seeing the person on the other side approaching step by step, his heart beat violently uncontrollably, and the sound of "dong dong dong" was endless.

Xie Xingzhou wanted to raise his hand to cover the unsatisfactory thing in his chest, but his fingers seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them no matter what.

He uncontrollably imagined what Jiang Muye would say to him.

I haven't seen him for a month, and Jiang Muye hasn't changed much. His hair seems to have just been cut, very neat and heroic, but the dark circles under his eyes are a bit heavy. Maybe he didn't sleep well because of his heart problem.

But Xie Xingzhou has changed a lot, becoming more indifferent and emotionless.

His hair grows slowly, and he hasn't cut it for a long time. The last time he had it cut was when Jiang Muye coaxed him to move into his new home.

Will Jiang Muye notice that his hair is almost covering his eyes?

Or...would notice the re-dotted mole on his earlobe?

What would Jiang Muye's reaction be when he noticed this mole?

Would you scold him for breaking his promise, or laugh at him for committing crimes?

If Jiang Muye dared to do this, then he must scold him back, Xie Xingzhou thought.

However, the cold wind brushed past Jiang Muye's familiar smell, and the person in front of him ignored him and left without asking anything.

Ah, didn't notice.

Xie Xingzhou lowered his head and forced a laugh.

With a crisp "crack bang", Xie Xingzhou took a deep breath of cold air, stepped on a camphor fruit and walked forward.

But the more he wanted to walk faster, the more he couldn't move, and he only walked three or four steps in a long while.

A pair of sneakers broke into his sight, and the people behind him suddenly left and returned.

Xie Xingzhou was slightly stunned, and raised his head stiffly.

Then he felt warmth on his neck, and the cold wind was blocked by the soft cashmere scarf.

Jiang Muye circled him with his long arms, quickly wrapped the scarf around him, pulled his open collar, and wrapped him tightly.

Xie Xingzhou followed the person in front of him with dull eyes, but the other person didn't say a word the whole time. After fastening the scarf, he just looked down at him and left quickly.

The frozen neck and collarbone quickly warmed up, and Xie Xingzhou's cheeks were steamed hot, and his face turned red very quickly.

The footsteps behind him had gone away, but he was still in place.

After returning to his senses after a while, Xie Xingzhou raised his hand and touched the scarf around his neck.

The scarf should have been worn by Jiang Muye before this, Xie Xingzhou's nasal cavity is full of the blush and heartbeat smell of Jiang Muye.

He couldn't help biting his lip, looked up and saw that the study room of the Academy of Fine Arts was facing him, the window was half open, from here he could just see a seat by the window - that was the place where he sat every day .

He turned his head and saw that he was just walking to the tree that Jiang Muye was leaning against just now.

Xie Xingzhou bit his lip even harder.

The next day, Meng Siyi was picked up at the airport. She was carrying a large suitcase and walked over with her face turned to the sky. She was very listless.

"Xing Zhou, let's go. We'll go to the branch of the nursing home after I put the suitcase in the hotel." Meng Siyi hurried to get to the point.

Xie Xingzhou took her suitcase and said helplessly, "No, go to my place to stay for two days first, and we'll go after you rest well."

Meng Siyi looked at him blankly: "I've been delaying for a month, I think you should be very anxious, I..."

"No, there's no rush." ​​Xie Xingzhou smiled, and pulled her into a taxi to go home.

This is one of the few times Xie Xingzhou has returned to the rental house in the past month.

He took the sheets and quilt to the sofa and spread them out, and replaced Meng Siyi with a new one in the bedroom.

"You are too small here." Meng Siyi looked around at his small rental house, feeling aggrieved for him, "If Aunt Kang knew that you treated me so badly, she would definitely fly over from the capital to beat you up."

"My mother knows." Xie Xingzhou said, "She doesn't interfere with me, she wants me to be happy."

"Then are you happy now? Xingzhou." Meng Siyi turned to ask him, "You and that person..."

"Yeah." Xie Xingzhou paused as he put on the quilt, his expression stiffened, "I've already broken up with him."

After all, he looked a little guilty and looked at the scarf he put on the bed.

It seemed that I accidentally slept with it in my arms last night, crumpled into a ball.

Xie Xingzhou threw away the quilt, walked over to take the scarf away, and stuffed it in the wardrobe.

"Okay, I won't ask any more." Meng Siyi didn't notice Xie Xingzhou's strange behavior, she sighed and wandered around to visit Xie Xingzhou's sparrow house.

She pushed open the daylighting window of the living room, and saw that the window was facing a lake. The winding mahogany bridge led to a small island in the lake. There was a couple taking pictures on the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"The scenery here is good, it's suitable for you to draw." Meng Siyi nodded, then closed the blackout curtain, wandered to Xie Xingzhou's easel.

There is an unfinished painting on the drawing paper held by the easel, and the paint has completely dried up, as if it has been left here for a long time.

"You haven't finished this painting yet?" She asked casually.

"Well, no inspiration."

Xie Xingzhou walked out of the bedroom with an old sheet and quilt cover, stuffed it into the washing machine, and pressed the start button.

The small noise of the drum washing machine reverberates in the small space, adding a touch of popularity to the idle rental house.

Meng Siyi nodded, took advantage of the opportunity and sat down on the stool in front of the easel, took the picture album on the side, and opened it to read.

The first one was the street lamp under the rental house. She had some impression of the trash can next to the street lamp. When she looked out of the bedroom window, she could just see it.

The second picture is a bird with broken wings. The bird's head and half of its body are vividly drawn, and when it reaches the wings, it is scribbled, as if the painting was interrupted suddenly, or deliberately.

The next few pictures are flowers and plants without specific composition, which are also very scribbled, and Meng Siyi can only recognize one of them as eustoma.

"Xingzhou, have you been unable to calm down these days, these paintings..." Meng Siyi hesitated to speak, and continued to scroll down.

She turned to Xie Xingzhou who was also staring at the album in her hand in astonishment when she turned to the last one.

"Xing Zhou, this is..."

The background of the last picture is the night scene of street lights in the first picture, but at this moment there is an extra person under the street lights - the hood of the sweater is on the head, revealing a handsome and sharp face hidden in the shadows, with a slender and tall figure , a long shadow was drawn by the street lamp.

Xie Xingzhou always remembers the deceased Duan Jize by means of painting, but although the person in this painting has some resemblance to Duan Jize, it is obviously not Duan Jize.

It should be the man who held Xie Xingzhou to kiss at Daobei Manor, the one who frightened her.

really.

Meng Siyi's fingertips trembled and she almost rubbed the painting.

Xie Xingzhou walked over quickly in silence, took the album away from her hand, then turned back to the bedroom without saying anything.

Meng Siyi sat where she was and closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.

After a long time, she stood up and made a call to the person whose note on the phone was Mr. Jiang.

"Hello, we are going to come over the day after tomorrow. Do you have time to meet?"

The other party gave an affirmative answer, and Meng Siyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe going with Xie Xingzhou to meet the person Duan Jize saved back then can enlighten him and help him get out of the complicated emotional predicament without being so dazed.