On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

"come here."

Song Xueman's eyebrows were bent, and the light was shining in his eyes, like the surface of a lake flowing under the moonlight, so gentle that it was unbelievable.

Dong Yu's footsteps paused a little, and he felt a sense of retreat.

He is afraid of revealing what is hidden under the gentle exterior.

It's even a little hard to imagine how Song Xueman would look at herself after breaking up.

Yang Xue handed him the game controller and got up to make way.

After sitting down, Song Xueman moved closer to him.

There is a unique fragrance of cold grass that penetrates the tip of the nose, neither deep nor shallow, which is unique to Song Xueman.

"Let me have a game, okay?"

They were arm to arm, Song Xueman was only wearing a thin shirt, and her body temperature was clearly conveyed to Dongyu.

"It's fun." He didn't say if it's okay, but in a business-like tone.

Dong Yu squeezed the handle and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Brother Yu, I'll put you in charge and defeat him!" Yang Xue raised her fist beside him.

The two sides entered into a fighting state, and Dong Yu chose the character he was best at.

On the TV screen, the characters bounced back and forth, and Dong Yu suddenly had the illusion that life and death were tied to it.

"Brother Yu! Quick, hit him!"

"Hit!"

The little girl can't wait to get into the screen and defeat the opponent for Dongyu.

The blood volume kept decreasing, Song Xueman used a flying kick to kick away most of his blood volume, and Dong Yu's heart followed the character.

Dong Yu didn't concentrate on beating, and turned his head to see Song Xueman's expression.

I saw an everlasting faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Yu, don't stand still."

Dong Yu's tense nerves miraculously relaxed.

Forget it, it's boring.

Knowing that it is impossible, why are you still struggling?

"You win."

At the same time as his voice fell, the character on the TV ran out of health.

Song Xueman put down the controller and said to the two: "You guys play first."

To be honest, Dongyu's legs are a bit weak, and he wonders if he can stand up.

Fortunately, Song Xueman packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

"Brother Yu, you won't lose if you don't stay in a daze." Yang Xue said angrily.

Dong Yu shook his head and said, "I've never won against him. No matter how I fight or how well I fight, he will beat me just right. I'm used to losing."

The game has already started, Dong Yu is no longer interested, and stays with the little girl perfunctorily.

There was the sound of running water in the kitchen, Yang Xue raised her neck to take a look, then moved closer and asked Dongyu, "Does Brother Xueman have a girlfriend?"

Dong Yu's breath stagnated, his heart trembled, and he felt that it was really unnecessary, so he answered truthfully: "No."

"Is there anyone you like?"

"No." Dong Yu didn't lie, he never imagined that Song Xueman would like someone.

"Crack!" The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with the sound of shattering.

Yang Xue lay on the sofa and asked, "Brother Xueman, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xueman was silent for a moment, then said flatly, "My hand slipped."

Yang Xue glanced at the thoughtful Dong Yu, and suddenly asked, "What about you?"

"……No."

After the round, Dong Yu excused himself and went back to his room.

He picked up the pocket watch from the desk, wiped the dust off with his thumb, and immediately lay down on the bed with his back to the door.

A few hours later, Yang Xue's parents took her home, and Song Xueman seemed to be messing around in the kitchen again.

"Dong dong."

Song Xueman knocked on the door.

"Come in." At first, I was worried that my voice would tremble, but in fact it didn't.

"Click."

Song Xueman turned the lock on the door, but put the lock on Dong Yu's heart.

The footsteps were neither light nor heavy, neither slow nor slow.

Dong Yu heard him approaching, and at the same time seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat.

Song Xueman put the heavy things on the desk.

A deep sound covered Dong Yu's sigh when he opened his mouth.

"Song Xueman, let's break up."

Quiet, quiet.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Dong Yu heard his heart beating louder and louder, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He didn't know what Song Xueman's expression was like behind him, he guessed that he wouldn't even be surprised.

After a long time, footsteps came from behind.

Song Xueman stopped by the bed and looked down at him.

"There are shiitake mushrooms in the stuffing, you can't eat it." His voice was hoarse, maybe he was explaining something.

Dong Yu frowned, not understanding why he brought the topic to something unrelated again.

"I mean, we..."

"I cooked noodles for you, eat first, don't be hungry."

Song Xueman's tone returned to normal, and Dongyu couldn't hear any emotion, but he interrupted someone else's words for the first time.

The footsteps gradually faded away, the door was opened, and the door was closed again.

If it wasn't for the lamp on the desk, Dong Yu would wonder if he was hallucinating.

The pocket watch ticked every minute in his hand, and the time was close to midnight.

Dongyu was almost hungry.

He thought for a while, since he proposed to break up, there is no need to be hypocritical, just cook it and eat it.

He climbed out of bed and saw through the crack of the door that the lights outside had been turned off, and Song Xueman had probably returned to his room.

Dong Yu didn't figure out what he meant, but fortunately, he never figured out what he meant, so it's not surprising.

Sitting at the desk, Dong Yu ate up the noodles.

Song Xueman didn't know how to cook, but he has a strong learning ability, and he can basically remember it after reading it once.

At this moment, Dong Yu's heart is very empty, neither feeling sad nor happy, just feeling lost, like punching cotton.

He lay back on the bed, his eyes wide open, looking at the light outside the window.

The pocket watch was still turning, Dong Yu couldn't sleep, his mind went blank.

It was close to four o'clock in the morning, and Dong Yu turned over and got out of bed, planning to take the noodle bowl to the kitchen to wash it off.

Breaking up means moving things, and now there are a few days before leaving school, he has to find a place to live first.

Dong Yu tiptoed to open the door, and the living room was illuminated by the neon lights of the city at night. Just as he took a step forward, he saw a figure leaning against the wall, with a lit cigarette in his hand, smoking.

Dong Yu was startled at first, but when he took a closer look, he realized that it was Song Xueman.

During the two years together, he had never seen Song Xueman smoking.

Song Xueman's face was hidden in the darkness, the light shone on him vaguely, and he was still wearing the shirt from last night.

With one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in the other, he seemed to have been standing for a long time, as stiff as a statue.

"Song Xueman?" Dong Yu exclaimed, even he couldn't believe it, "You stood here all night?"

In the darkness, Song Xueman turned her head to look at him with a blurred expression and deep eyes.

"I want to ask why." His voice was extremely hoarse, and he must have caught a cold.

Dong Yu's heart skipped a beat, he wouldn't leave Song Xueman here for four hours after he finished talking about breaking up, would he?

He thought that Song Xueman didn't care at all, and went back to his room long ago!

Looking at the ground with the faint light, a lot of cigarette butts have already piled up.

Feeling a little guilty, Dong Yu touched his arm with his fingers, and sure enough, it was frighteningly cold.

Song Xueman moved her body, took his hand, stood up slightly, and approached Dongyu a little.

"why?"

Dong Yu was still holding the bowl and chopsticks in the other hand, and struggled symbolically, Song Xueman held it very hard.

This question is a bit difficult.

He can't say "because you don't like me", because he feels that he is the one who gets dumped and loses face.

It's even more embarrassing to say "You're too perfect, too perfect to be human, I'm scared".

Dong Yu thought about it for a moment, and then said in another way: "We are not suitable."

"Being with me will make you uncomfortable?"

Song Xueman had a lot of questions tonight, and Dongyu thought about it for a long time.

Then, seriously answer: "A little bit."

Hearing this, Song Xueman was slightly taken aback, and let go of her hand.

Dong Yu explained: "It's not 'that' uncomfortable, I feel that we are not suitable, so I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Hmm." Song Xueman responded as if there was nothing.

The atmosphere froze immediately, Dong Yu didn't think too much, and walked past him to the kitchen.

When he took a step, Song Xueman took a step.

Dong Yu was surprised that he followed her, but for some reason, she didn't look back at him.

When he came to the kitchen, Dong Yu turned on the light, squeezed some dish soap, and turned on the faucet, keeping his mind on his back all the time.

Song Xueman followed neither far nor near, and made no other movements, not knowing what he was thinking.

Putting the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, his fingertips got a little water, and he wanted to roll up his sleeves, but a pair of hands that belonged to others stretched out even faster.

With cold fingers, he rolled up his cuffs carefully, the movement was very slow, so he looked extra careful.

"I've thought about it, you're right, we might not be suitable." Song Xueman rolled up his sleeves for him, looking up at him from time to time.

At this time, Dong Yu saw the same expression on his face as usual.

Without any fluctuations or changes, the breakup proposed by herself was not surprising to Song Xueman.

"There are still a few days before you leave school. You don't have to rush to move out. I have something to go home, so don't feel embarrassed."

After rolling up her two cuffs, Song Xueman said with a smile, "Just treat it as a friend's house."

Song Xueman was always like this, arranging everything unconsciously.

As if everything was within his grasp.

Dong Yu nodded, "Yeah."

Song Xueman seemed to be in a hurry and planned to leave after explaining.

"Song Xueman." Dong Yu shouted, Song Xueman's back froze, as if she had no intention of turning back.

After a pause for a few seconds, Song Xueman asked, "Any questions?"

Dong Yu said: "What's the phone password?"

The phone was still locked, Dong Yu almost forgot.

"Your birthday."

After saying that, he left the room.

The room was empty, and the sound of water flowing was particularly clear.

Dong Yu dropped the bowl into the sink, there was a crisp sound and then fell silent.

What is it to him?

Is it really just a tool?

We broke up, just broke up so plainly.

The confession at the beginning was a moment of heat, but he really liked Song Xueman.

It's such an easy write-off, why do I feel a little reconciled.

If he continued to stay by Song Xueman's side, he was afraid that he would be deceived by Song Xueman's perfect mask.

Unlocked the phone, clicked on WeChat, and the alumni group of the No. [-] Middle School sent messages cracklingly.

Dong Yu glanced at it, and it seemed to be related to Weibo.

He didn't read much, clicked into another group, and sent the news of the breakup, but he received a reply soon.

Qiukui: "Damn it, Tie Hanhan, are you crazy? Brother Song, brother Song, the legend of our No. [-] Middle School, you actually let you dump him?"

Fengwei: "???"

Fengwei: "I don't know whether to say mmp or not."

Brother with the head on the back: "Good share!"

Okra: "Roll upstairs."

Dong Yi: "...Brother, although I said that Song Shen is not a good person, he is really kind to you."

Dong Yu: "Aren't you all sleeping?"

Okra: "Eat melons, why sleep?"

Fengwei: "Chagua."

Big Brother Back: "Dongyu, I advise you not to eat it, or you will die of anger."

Dongyi: "Brother, fortunately you don't play Weibo, so be careful when you go out recently."

Dong Yu: "What's wrong?"

Dongyi: "In short, don't worry about it, don't read Weibo, don't check the news, don't read anything except this group and our news."

Dong Yu: "?"

Outside the group, Dong Yi privately poked at Big Brother Back: "Back, did you find out what's going on?"

Big brother with a back head: "The hot search is not the full video, I checked it, the person who holds the full video and the subway station surveillance in his hand will be deleted within 1 minute after posting Weibo, I don't know who is making trouble, Dongyu Do you have any enemies?"

Dongyi: "My brother, you don't know yet? You have a straight mind, and you have offended many people, but none of them are big enemies, so there is no need to do this."

Brother with the head on the back: "How is your mother?"

Dong Yi: "There are too many people scolding my brother online, I tell them not to look at it first."

A few seconds later, the big brother behind the head sent a message:

"I have a bold guess, could it be Song Xueman who suppressed the full video?"

The author has something to say: Silly boy, he just likes you

ps: There is another chapter at [-] o'clock (two days before the opening of the article, there will be a double update, and the single update will resume tomorrow, no later than nine o'clock)