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During the winter solstice, the unbearable night is stretched out, like a rubber band stretched to the extreme.Once the winter solstice is over, the rubber bands are loosened and we dare not be careless. Usually, it gets dark around five o'clock.

It was almost six o'clock now, and it was completely dark, with sporadic lights dotted far and near on the huge black screen.A group of people pushed the door out noisily, and were slapped in the face by the wind.The wind brushed against his face like an unsharpened knife, leaving no trace, but he could vaguely see rows of bristling hairs on his skin.

Fu Chaoji stood at the gate of Hot Pot City, his chin tucked into his collar, and he quickly glanced at Zhuo Mu who was standing beside him.The light was too dim, he couldn't see Zhuo Mu's face clearly, but this gave him an opportunity, his eyes traced the blurred outline wantonly, but his body was extremely restrained and nailed in place.

Fu Chaoji's back was stiff, and he was completely different from the eloquent man at the dinner table just now.He opened his mouth, and a string of white gas came out recklessly, much more refreshing than its owner.

Zhuo Mu turned sideways to make way for the group of people, and when the store finally became quiet again, he asked, "Where do you live?"

Reunited after a long absence, Zhuo Mu asked coldly where he lived.Fu Chaoji's mouth, which was still open, was immediately closed, and the breath was stuck in his throat, struggling not to swallow it.

It took him a while to report the address slowly.Fu Chaoji's eyes wandered around Zhuo Mu's face, but he didn't find any sign of impatience on his face, so his heart jumped again tremblingly.

Hot Pot City is on the main street, there is a lot of traffic, so it is very convenient to take a taxi.Zhuo Mu quickly hailed a taxi and stuffed Fu Chaoji in.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Zhuo Mu asked with his arms on the car door, lowering his head slightly.

"It's not hard."

Fu Chaoji moved inside with his heart beating abnormally.Zhuo Mu pursed his lips, not noticing Fu Chaoji's movements.

"Rest early." Zhuo Mu straightened up after saying that, and looked away from him.Fu Chaoji veered towards Zhuo Mu's direction, he just made a choice first and sensed the crisis.

When Fu Chaoji finally sensed something was wrong, Zhuo Mu closed the car door without mercy, touched his upper lip to his lower lip, repeated the address to the driver, then turned around and left neatly.

It has always been like this, Zhuo Mu didn't say to leave, but just left him with his back.

Fu Chaoji wanted to jump out of the car and pull him back, but he didn't have the strength, more because he knew he had no position.Zhuo Mu had a romantic relationship, but he was entangled endlessly.

He gradually stopped paying attention to the beating of his heart, but when he thought about Zhuo Mu over and over again, he couldn't suppress his palpitations, so he had no choice but to curl up his body.The taxi moved forward slowly. It was almost the Chinese New Year, and the road began to be stuck in traffic regardless of time.

"Young people drink less alcohol and always make fun of their bodies." The driver was free and looked up at the listless Fu Chaoji in the rearview mirror.

Just as Fu Chaoji was about to answer, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, squinted his eyes and managed to see the two words on the screen clearly.

"How is it?" Qin Chu asked cautiously.

"What's the matter?" Fu Chaoji's lost ability to speak recovered, and his head turned normally. He replied as if he didn't understand, and then grabbed Qin Chu's little tail, "You ran away halfway, I drank too much. Maybe you have to sleep on the street."

Qin Chu laughed twice, "Where are you? I'll find you."

"You stay here," Fu Chaoji leaned back and found a comfortable position, "He called a taxi for me, and I'll be home right away in the car."

"Going home on New Year's Eve this year?" Qin Chu changed the subject.

Fu Chaoji knew the good and the bad and came down the pole, "Going ahead of time will make everyone feel uncomfortable."

Qin Chu was helpless, the two chatted nonsense for a while, and when the phone was hung up, the car stopped at the gate of the community.Fu Chaoji stuffed the driver's change into his pocket and got out of the car.

After he took two steps, he realized that the wind had stopped, and his whole body felt strangely warmer. He moved his chin a little, looked up, and saw snow sticking to his face.

Fu Chaoji drank a cup of hot water, took off his down jacket and nestled on the sofa.

He has a good capacity for alcohol, although he hasn't drunk a little since the second year of high school, he doesn't feel any discomfort at the moment.After drinking a cup of hot water, the body is warm but the heart is still very cold.

It was almost two o'clock when Qin Chu drove him back from the airport for his noon flight.Fu Chaoji first dragged all the luggage home, and then the two agreed to eat hot pot to warm their stomachs in the cold weather.Before his stomach warmed up, he ran into that Zhuo Mu who he couldn't find anywhere in Hot Pot City and suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Thanks to Hot Pot City's booming business and being so self-willed that there is no single room.Zhuo Mu was just sitting there, and Fu Chaoji could pick him out from the crowd with his eyelids.Zhuo Mu's back was straight, and he only wore a shirt with the sleeves folded up, exposing his wrists.I don't know if it's because of the warm light, but the lines around Zhuo Mu's face are very soft, maybe it won't hurt to the touch.There was a lot of noise all around, and there was a New Year's atmosphere. He was in it, but he felt a little shy because of the sudden encounter.

There are too many truths in this world to explain.He didn't know what it was like.

The rules on the wine table, push the glass to change, no one wants to say no.Saying it is not giving face, but it also means that the business cannot be negotiated.The wine glass was pushed to Zhuo Mu's eyes, Zhuo Mu reached out to take it, but the wine was cut off halfway.

Fu Chaoji walked over and snatched the wine glass in three or two steps, and poured it all down his throat. Under the surprised eyes of the table, Fu Chaoji said with a playful smile: "Brother Zhuo, give me a chance."

The words were not clear, and the people present looked at Fu Chaoji's appearance as a college student who had just graduated, and guessed wildly, thinking that this was the new intern Chao Zhuomu asking for an opportunity.Someone else saw a refreshing one coming, took a wine glass and came over, no matter what 21.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and only Zhuo Mu took a long while to take back his outstretched hand.After that, no glass of wine was handed to Zhuo Mu, and Fu Chaoji took it all.

When the game was over, Fu Chaoji realized that Qin Chu had gone somewhere for a long time, and only now did he feel embarrassed.The cold wind knocked out his desperate thoughts, and he didn't even catch half of his soul.Fu Chaoji, who was full of wine and stood in the wind, wanted to touch his chest and ask, what are you doing?

Five years later, the first time he saw Zhuo Mu, he snatched Zhuo Mu's glass of wine for no reason.

It doesn't make sense.

Seeing this side, he understood one thing.There was a switch on his half-dead heart, and the gate chief died on Zhuo Mu's body.Zhuo Mu just drooped his eyelids, and his heart began to lose control.

Fu Chaoji lay on the sofa and wiped his face, feeling that the iron wall surrounding his chest collapsed.He turned over helplessly, bending his elbows and covering his eyes.

......

I spent my entire youth obsessed with Zhuo Mu, and then spent another five years realizing that I love him.

I love him, Fu Chaoji repeatedly chewed on these three words.He never thought that one day, he would look forward to tomorrow with such a mood.

Fu Chaoji turned over and got up. He smelled the alcohol on his body when he lowered his head. He almost vomited from his nausea. It was still a night before tomorrow. He rubbed his hair and decided to take a bath first.

Fu Chaoji wiped his body with a towel, put on a pajamas, and walked to the living room refreshed.

Qin Chu, who came uninvited, sat down on the sofa holding the remote control to broadcast the station, watching the person come out and pouting at the coffee table.Fu Chaoji poured half a glass of the honey water on the table into his stomach, and sat down beside Qin Chu.

"Would you stop breaking and entering the house all the time?"

"I'm going to kick someone for taking advantage of me." Qin Chu cast a sideways glance at Fu Chaoji, shook the key in his hand, and said confidently, "Besides, I broke into my own house, and shouting loudly is not enough." No one will save you."

"Is it good to throw people away and run away?"

Qin Chu was overjoyed, and thought, "I'm talking about honey water."

Qin Chu figured it out, now that Fu Chaoji's entire nervous system was misaligned, and Fu Chaoji's eyes would straighten whenever he could get close to that person.

"You're not as good at holding grudges as you are," Qin Chu didn't bother to expose him, "Let's change clothes and go now. Auntie's phone calls have already reached me. I'm cooking and waiting for you at home."

Fu Chaoji responded and went to change clothes.

Qin Chu and him have known each other since they were young. When they were young, they lived close to each other and were tired of being together all day long. In addition, before entering university, they sat in the same classroom as if they were bound together. They have a good relationship. In the past five years, he had nowhere to live when he returned to Changzhou, so he lived in Qin Chu's apartment. Qin Chu went home to live in order to make room for him.

The two of them came directly to the door without being polite at all.

Fu Chaoji felt top-heavy right now, and the blood went straight to his head.He simply leaned against the door and asked Qin Chu to knock on the door.The door opened, and Cheng Wan welcomed the two into the room.Fu Chaoji's feet were unsteady, his figure swayed slightly, and his face was a little pale. Cheng Wan had raised his son for so many years, and she could tell it at a glance. Her heart skipped a beat and she was almost struck by surprise.

Cheng Wan tugged at him and asked, "Drink?"

Fu Chaoji took advantage of the situation and leaned aside, vaguely said, "I haven't touched it for several years."

After finishing speaking, he refused to speak any more.Whether it's a denial or a generous admission, Fu Chaoji himself is unwilling to cooperate.

"Auntie's conscience, I just poured him two cups." Qin Chu stretched out three fingers, nonsense, grabbing the good and the bad on himself.

When Cheng Wan saw Qin Chu, it was almost like seeing his own son. There were several dishes that Qin Chu liked to eat on the table, which made Fu Chaoji say that Cheng Wan was partial, but he kept eating two bowls of rice.

"A starving ghost reincarnated." Cheng Wan cursed with a smile.

"I just ate something on the plane, and I'm waiting for this meal with an empty stomach." Fu Chaoji had nothing in his stomach except wine, and now he was sober after eating.

Cheng Wan paused with his chopsticks and said nothing more.

After the meal, Cheng Wan was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Fu Chaoji looked at the house.This house is a three-bedroom house. I just moved in last year. The location is good and the decoration is very warm. There are traces of life on the sofa and coffee table. The warm light in the living room made him a little bit overwhelmed. Uncle, haven't you come back yet?"

"I went to watch a movie with Huai Yao."

Huai Yao is his younger sister, the kind who is related by blood.She is the daughter of Cheng Wan and Uncle Huai after his second marriage.Huaiyao and Fu Chaoji are not close, and they call each other "Brother" when they meet each other during the holidays. There is nothing else, they don't see each other a few times throughout the year, it would be strange if they get close.Fu Chaoji stretched out his legs and responded lazily.

Qin Chu came out of the room, called him, and raised the things in his hand.

Cheng Wan reserved a bedroom for Fu Chaoji, even though he could count the number of times he went home with ten fingers.The bedroom is very clean, and it can be seen that it is cleaned frequently. On the bookshelf are the books that Fu Chaoji has read before university and various exercise books.

"The junior high school graduation photos are on your desk. I didn't rummage through your things." Qin Chu waved the photo in front of Fu Chaoji's eyes, and then sat down beside Fu Chaoji.

Fu Chaoji stared at the photo, and found Zhuo Mu in the second row to the left.

Qin Chu's fingers stopped in the middle of the third row. Qin Chu and Fu Chaoji stood side by side, shoulders to shoulders. Fu Chaoji grinned so much that his mouth reached his ears.Qin Chu nodded Fu Chaoji's face, "When I was a child, I laughed like an overlord flower."

Fu Chaoji didn't answer, his eyes fell on the photo and he couldn't move away.Zhuo Mu was wearing a white T-shirt, the bangs on his forehead were a little long but they were soft, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were barely drawn into a straight line, not bending down was already considered a way of showing respect to his classmates.He has a face that seems to be a smile but not a smile, and he doesn't even have to make an expression.He clearly remembered every detail of Zhuo Mu.

But at that time, he was fighting with Zhuo Mu, and when they were about to graduate in the third year of junior high school, the two of them still looked like enemies who were extremely jealous when they met.On the day when the graduation photos were taken, Fu Chaoji hadn't noticed Zhuo Mu at all, but now he was concerned as if he regretted it.

"Hey, do you remember the day when the third year of junior high school started in the summer?" Qin Chu glanced at him, and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"do not remember."

Qin Chu glanced at him again, "You just pretend, see how much sesame oil you can hold in your stomach." After speaking, he stood up and ran out to chat with Cheng Wan.

Fu Chaoji reached out to touch the graduation photo on the bed, and rubbed his fingertips over Zhuo Mu's face, thinking to himself, it's an idiot who can't remember.

When wishing to pick off each other's skin, he and Zhuo Mu kept cutting each other, meeting again and again.At that time, he never thought that after leaving the courtyard in embarrassment, there would be a day to see Zhuo Mu again.