Those who like to cook are good people

At night, Wu Ci asked Yan Heng what he wanted to eat, and Yan Heng put his phone in his pocket and said, "I'll go back to eat at night."

"Oh." Wu Ci said, not knowing what to say.Say you want him to finish dinner before leaving?It's not that I want to go, I have to go early and late.

Yan Heng turned around feeling uncomfortable physically and mentally, not knowing that Yan Heng was staring at his back waiting for him to say a word of retention, any word would be fine.

After a while of silence, Wu Ci didn't say anything.

He heard the rustle of clothes rubbing against each other behind him.

Are you putting on your coat and leaving?Wu Ci thought in his heart that the distance between himself and him would become more and more distant in the future.It's better to become a stranger now than to be discovered by him with such thoughts.

Biting his lower lip, he couldn't imagine how he would feel when he stayed by his side as a friend and watched him with others.How can someone you like be friends.

Wu Ci's fingernails were almost piercing into the flesh, and suddenly his back sank, and Yan Heng hugged Wu Ci from behind.

"Thank you for being with me these days." Yan Heng buried his head in Wu Ci's shoulder.It doesn't matter whether he will hate it if he does it like this.After pausing for a minute or two, Yan Heng let go of Wu Ci, put on his schoolbag on one side of his back, put on his shoes and opened the door, without stopping for a moment.

When the door was closed, Wu Ci still turned his back to him.Yan Heng smiled wryly, as if he was really alone now.He said, "I'm leaving." He closed the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wu Ci came back to his senses.

He really left, with his body temperature still on his back.What, he just went back to the place where he should go, why did he think that he would never see him again.

Wu Ci tried his best to smile, but the tears were squeezed out and fell on the sofa with a tick.He raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears but felt that he couldn't finish it.

My heart seemed to be soaked in bitter gourd water, and my mouth felt bitter.Finally unable to bear it any longer, Wu Ci hugged the pillow, buried his face in it and began to cry.

He was finally alone in the room, and no one else would come to ask what was wrong with him.

It turned back to a home where there was only one person before.