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It was already 10:30 in the evening after Wen Cheng finished the work at hand. He habitually checked the time with his mobile phone, only to find that there was an extra text message on it. It was sent by Mu Qingyang at [-]:[-] pm when he was working , did not pay much attention.

Can't go?

Wen Cheng put the computer aside, and fell onto the bed holding the phone.

Mu Qingyang's reply at four o'clock was still there, saying it was pending.According to Wen Cheng's understanding of Mu Qingyang, his answer is tantamount to agreeing. As long as he agrees, Mu Qingyang will not have the problem of itinerary conflict. Two hours later, he clearly refused, which can only show that the two Something unexpected happened within hours.

Wen Cheng made a phone call.

Mu Qingyang didn't answer, and the phone automatically hung up.

Wencheng was used to this, and calmly redialed.

Mu Qingyang accepted it.

Wencheng went straight to the topic: "Why?"

Mu Qingyang didn't know what he was doing, he was silent for a while before asking in a low mood: "Why?"

Wencheng is a little confused now.

He asked why it was justifiable, and Mu Qingyang asked him why why?

Hearing that Mu Qingyang's mood was not right, Wen Cheng's voice was very soft, as calm as coaxing someone to sleep: "Why do you want to ask?"

"..." Mu Qingyang was quiet for a few seconds, as if struggling, and finally said, "Forget it."

Mu Qingyang did not fall asleep, he leaned against the window of the room smoking, there were already a dozen burnt cigarette butts in the ashtray on the window sill, he did not open the window, the smoke in the room swirled around him, the air in the air The smell of smoke is enough to suffocate.

Wen Cheng didn't say anything, Mu Qingyang was almost smoking the cigarette in his hand, he put it out in the ashtray, and said to the person on the phone: "There is a class reunion tomorrow."

After speaking, he lit another cigarette for himself.

Seeing the flame jumping and disappearing in the darkness, he laughed silently twice.He hasn't smoked in the past few days, and today he smoked enough in one go.

Wen Cheng had no expression upon hearing this answer.

This is not like Mu Qingyang.

If Mu Qingyang knew about the class reunion early, he would definitely not agree to his invitation. On the other hand, if Mu Qingyang received the news of the class reunion after he invited him, Mu Qingyang would only reject the class reunion instead of accepting it. he.

It's not that Wen Cheng is confident in his position in Mu Qingyang's mind, but that he is confident in his understanding of Mu Qingyang, and Mu Qingyang finds it troublesome.

"Is there any reason why it must not be done?" Wen Cheng asked.

Mu Qingyang laughed twice, his voice was a little hoarse due to the smoke: "Yes, there is an invitation from someone who cannot refuse."

Wen Cheng understood a little bit, "Ex-girlfriend?"

When Wen Cheng asked this question, he was so awkward that he didn't even want to admit it. There was a kind of difficulty in his heart, like a group of termites gnawing on wood, biting at his heart, and it spread outward, accompanied by the poison of jealousy.

Wencheng can bear everything about Mu Qingyang, but he can't accept Mu Qingyang's overtures to him when he still has other people in his heart.This kind of behavior made Wencheng feel like a clown, self-righteously thinking that he was pleasing the audience, but in fact, the audience was not moved at all, still mocking his overreaching in his heart.Wencheng's self-esteem does not allow it.Therefore, a wave of anger slowly brewed in his chest, waiting for an opportunity to explode.

"En." Mu Qingyang didn't have any extra words.

This concise and clear answer made Wen Cheng suddenly feel powerless.It is indeed Mu Qingyang's style to answer without redundant answers, but he has done so much recently, can't Mu Qingyang give him an answer with an explanation?

This thought made Wen Cheng feel even more ashamed of himself, he was actually trying to excuse Mu Qingyang, and he hoped that this was a misunderstanding.

The rain was still falling outside, and the insistent sound of the rain made people feel even more irritable. The rain didn't seem to hit the eaves, but turned into embroidery needles that were densely pierced on the heart.

"Mu Qingyang," this was the first time Wencheng called Mu Qingyang's name, the smile in the words was still cold, "You know how I feel right now?"

know.

Of course Mu Qingyang knew that with the pride of Wencheng, he probably felt the anger of being played with.

Mu Qingyang smoked and exhaled, he said calmly: "I know."

Wen Cheng took a breath, and when he came back to his senses, he almost gritted his teeth: "Are you kidding me with your serious thinking?"

"No." Mu Qingyang lowered his eyes, tapped the cigarette beside the ashtray lightly, and the ash fell into the ashtray fragilely. His eyes reflected the red light of the cigarette end, but he was not emotional, "Wencheng, maybe you I didn't even realize why you approached me."

Wen Cheng said nothing.

Mu Qingyang said lightly: "Your sharpness and estrangement are meaningless to me. I won't care about it, because I don't care. On the contrary, this is a kind of tolerance for you. You yearn for this kind of relationship similar to family members and elders. Warmth, even if this warmth is an illusion. In short, Wencheng, you are an abandoned child, and you want to have the possibility of redemption from me."

All the dark feelings in Wencheng were frozen and cooled by this passage.

Because of what Mu Qingyang said, he couldn't refute it.

He did have a mechanical and cold idea close to that of a scientist, using Mu Qingyang to get rid of his darkness, so he was greedy for Mu Qingyang's breath.

"Wencheng, I'm actually sick, and I don't feel like love." Mu Qingyang said, "I can't give you what you really want. The result of my serious thinking is that we are not suitable."

Wen Cheng still didn't speak, Mu Qingyang listened to his breathing, slowly smoked the cigarette in his hand to the end, and then without giving himself a chance to linger, put the cigarette out in the ashtray, and hung up the phone at the same time.

Wen Cheng numbly listened to the "beep, beep, beep" on the phone, feeling unexpectedly calm in his heart.It's just that it hung up automatically after ringing for a while, and the ear was quiet, only the sound of the rain outside the window, the more chaotic their rhythm, the more irritable Wencheng was, and finally he put the few books on the bedside He smashed it out, and a loud "boom" calmed the anxiety in his heart slightly.

The position of the temple was still tingling, and Mu Qingyang couldn't relieve it no matter how many cigarettes he smoked. Finally, he simply gave up this treatment and returned to the bed exhausted.

It seemed that the world had abandoned him, and only the beating of his heart remained.

Heartbroken?

Isn't the heart moving all the time?

Heartbeat is not the same as love.

Dependence does not equal love.

Greed is not the same as love.

Wencheng is not equal to love.

"Did you ever love me? You seem to have accomplished a mission with me."

"Do you know if I was sad or angry when I cheated?"

He has never loved anyone.

No one can always give to a person who has no feelings, because the loss of not being rewarded and the confusion of not seeing the future make people desperate.

The person who has been pleasing all his life is betrayed because he can't feel "loved" from him. He doesn't want to have this kind of experience again, and he doesn't want to face the questioning of a "victim" again. Zhang Shiyun loved him, even When pursuing him, he said "You don't need to love me, I will love you with double love", such a person finally couldn't bear it and left, Wencheng, who was eager to get love from himself from the beginning Woolen cloth?

"Or is he like me?"

"Would you like to give me the phone, and I'll share my experience with him, so that he won't end up like me in the end?"

Zhang Shiyun, who questioned him, turned into Wencheng at some point, his often smiling eyes were full of sarcasm, and a little red under the corner of his eyes was like a fire burning into his heart, so hot that it hurt.

He embraced another figure. Mu Qingyang couldn't see that person's appearance clearly, but he could see every bit of determination in Wencheng's eyes. He sneered and said, "He and I are true love, Mu Qingyang, you Don't love me at all."

Mu Qingyang suddenly sat up from the bed.

The scene outside the window changed from late night to day, the rain had stopped, and the air was a little hotter.Mu Qingyang was covered in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. He brushed the drenched hair on his forehead. The picture he dreamed just now was blurred, but the annoying heart palpitations still existed.

There was a sound of pots and pans being touched from outside the room, and Mu Qingyang reckoned that it was Zhang Shiyun who made the movement. The scorching air made Mu Qingyang feel like tens of thousands of ants were gnawing on his body, and his heart was so agitated that he was about to explode .Fighting back the feeling, he took a change of clothes to the bathroom to rinse.

When Mu Qingyang came out of the room, Zhang Shiyun had already cooked breakfast and put it on the table. The quarrel yesterday seemed to be just a dream. She smiled when she saw Mu Qingyang, and the white shirt on her body was reflected by the sunlight outside the window. With a faint halo, she fell in the bright light, which seemed extraordinarily unreal, "Are you awake? You only have instant noodles at home, and I can only cook this."

It was obviously something he ate every day, but at this time, he felt a little nauseated when he looked at it. Mu Qingyang pressed his stomach, lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall to look at Zhang Shiyun, "I won't eat. When is the party?" ?”

"07:30 in the evening." Zhang Shiyun didn't mind Mu Qingyang's indifference, so she sat at the table and ate, and said while eating, "I'm going to buy new clothes later."

Mu Qingyang subconsciously frowned.

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Shiyun smiled slightly: "I don't need you to accompany me, I'm looking for someone. I just want to ask, do you want me to buy some ingredients for you and store them back? I eat bubbles every day to face my poor health. Thank you for taking me in last night." I."

"No need," Mu Qingyang went to the coffee table in the living room and shook the cigarette ash, "I don't know how to do it."

Zhang Shiyun remained silent for a few seconds, then said, "You can learn."

"I can't learn it." Mu Qingyang said, his eyes hurt a little from the light outside the window, he squinted his eyes and closed the curtains.

Surprisingly good weather today.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed a lot. Mu Qingyang sat down on the sofa and quietly breathed out smoke rings.

Zhang Shiyun looked at Mu Qingyang like this for a long time, and suddenly said: "You know, I don't like the smell of cigarettes."

Mu Qingyang didn't respond. He tapped the cigarette lightly on the ashtray, and a few wisps of ash fell off. He said, "I can't quit."

"But you are not addicted at all." Zhang Shiyun got up and poured out the two unfinished bowls of instant noodles, and said while tidying up, "You just... like the feeling of addiction."

Mu Qingyang was noncommittal.

Mu Qingyang has a dryer at home. The clothes Zhang Shiyun washed yesterday are ready to wear today. After eating, she went to the guest room to change her own clothes. She stood at the door of the guest room for a while, intending to say something. But Mu Qingyang didn't even look at her, and she left without saying a word.

Mu Qingyang sat on the sofa and finished smoking the cigarette, got up and went to the guest room to take out the white shirt that Zhang Shiyun had replaced, folded it twice and threw it into the trash can.The contrast between the white clothes and the black garbage bags was sharp, and Mu Qingyang suddenly remembered the rooms without any bright colors in Wencheng and the living room filled with white.

Suddenly found that the time is too long.