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If it is said that during the time when he first left, Chaoji still couldn't understand the cause and effect of this matter, but after a long time, he didn't know where the thread was laid, and he probably figured out all the details.

At that time, we walked together, and then we separated flatly.

According to Chaoji's thoughts at the time, this thing was just a response to the sentence of breaking up after graduation, and nothing more to be sad about that.

Chao Ji didn't even think about what the relationship between them would look like in the future, what he would face, he didn't think about the future, to put it more bluntly, he never thought about putting this The relationship has been maintained, not because of lack of confidence, but simply because it is too normal to separate.

So when Zhuo Mu told him to separate, he wasn't too surprised, and directly agreed.

Chao Ji propped up half of his body, and asked Zhuo Mu softly, "If I force you and don't want to separate from you, will you stay?"

Zhuo Mu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the topic would suddenly change to another place, he hesitated for a moment, and raised his hand to touch Chao Ji's forehead, his hand was a little cold, as if he wanted to cool Chao Ji down.

Zhuo Mu said, "I don't know."

Chao Ji felt a little slumped, and felt that it was meaningless for him to assume such a thing.

People can always search for those missed and imperfect nodes repeatedly in memory, and then make some illusory assumptions, hoping that these assumptions will bring better results.

But these things, like bubbles, are fleeting.

Zhuo Mu paused, and continued: "Even if you said those words, I will still leave."

Chao Ji stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhuo Mu's wrist, his eyes widened slightly, this was the most daring move Chao Ji made after the two of them reunited after a long absence.

Zhuo Mu didn't shake him off.

He said, "It's not your fault, don't think too much about it."

People didn't shake him off, and he didn't want to let go. He touched Zhuo Mu's wrist with his fingers, as if he finally found something lost and found, and he wanted to throw it in his heart and wrap it tightly.

"Wrong is wrong."

Chaoji was dumbfounded, and after a while he said again: "You woke me up by scolding me like before, so that I dare not do it again."

Zhuo Mu sighed, and stretched out his hand to pull out the wrist that was gripped in the palm of his hand, but it was too tight, so he had to be hemiplegic, propped up his left arm, and pulled the person who was about to cry to arms.

Chao Ji felt that being pulled into his arms was quite disrespectful.

But soon he crushed all this dignity and threw it away.

With a bit of resentment, he gnawed at Zhuo Mu's neck, and then brazenly rubbed around his neck twice.

Zhuo Mu raised his hand and patted Chao Ji's head.

Chao Ji was already about to be made to cry by this man, but with these two slaps on the head, his nose was sore and he couldn't hold it back.

Zhuo Mu felt a wet patch on his neck, and patted Chao Ji's head again.

Chaoji protested angrily, "Slap a fart."

Zhuo Mu clapped again, "Don't swear."

Zhuo Mu rejected Chaoji's resistance and suppressed Chaoji.

Chaoji seldom cries.It all depends on the fact that he loves face very much.

When his mother took his father to play mixed doubles against him, he never cried once. He showed off this in front of Qin Chu countless times.Only in front of Zhuo Mu, he couldn't say those words.All the things he thought to be secret, all the things he tried his best to cover up could not be hidden in front of Zhuo Mu, and even a little bit of camouflage felt terribly lame.

"My aunt called me a few days ago."

"What's wrong?" Chao Ji was taken aback, and tightened the arm on Zhuo Mu's shoulder.

"We went to see my uncle together."

"Did my dad entrust you with a dream? I advise you to take good care of me. After passing this village, there will be no such shop." Chaoji laughed.

Zhuo Mu hooked the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

In the second semester of the second year of high school, Chao Ji relied on his stubborn brain to go all the way to the dark.

The whole class knew that something happened to Chaoji's family, and no one would come to Chaoji's eyes to cause trouble.He is still the same, he should go to class and leave school when he is idle.

In a short period of time, no one could suspect that he had changed.

Everything is running as usual, except that he just stares at the alarm clock above the blackboard during class.After class, I went home and closed the door, nestling in my room.

He hardly spoke, and dragged everyone around him into the blacklist on his own initiative.

He spent a month in a daze like this, and no one dared to take care of him.

It was less than five o'clock, there was no evening study on Friday night, Chao Ji threw off his schoolbag and fell directly on the bed, covered with a quilt.His mind was full of a group of monsters dancing, dancing until his blood vessels were about to explode, and he refused to stop.

His door was pushed open, and then the quilt on his head was lifted.

Chao Ji jumped up from the bed, staring quietly at Zhuo Mu who threw his quilt on the ground.

Zhuo Mu's complexion was not much better either.

The two of them haven't spoken a word for a long time, even if they quarreled.

Chao Ji wanted to drive people away, but Zhuo Mu had already pre-empted them, and began to rebuke Chao Ji, "You think you did it without anyone noticing it? I didn't open the Wukong biography you put back at all."

When he was in junior high school, Zhuo Mu was nervous and held a book of Wukong every day.

Words and dates are densely written on it, and the handwriting is immature.

While on duty, he took the old book from Zhuo Mu's desk, wanting to whitewash himself, so he put the new one he bought out of curiosity into Zhuo Mu's desk.

He actually still remembered this matter, Chao Ji was so angry that his teeth itch.

"...Zhuo Mu, you sinister villain, you were waiting for me here."

"Come again." Zhuo Mu stretched out his hand to beg.

"No, I'm going to kill you." Chaoji stiffened with a stiff neck.

Zhuo Mu frowned, stretched out his hand and dragged the man off the bed.

Zhuo Mu's strength was so strong that Chao Ji was staggered.

Chao Ji's whole body's blood was rushing to his head, his tears were almost shed, his eyes were dry, and he felt a little bit drunk at the moment, everything was out of his head.

Before he could stabilize his body, he punched Zhuo Mu in the stomach.

Two high school students, with long arms and long legs, are pretty good at avoiding punches and kicks. The two of them were fighting in the room without any rules. Their backs and arms bumped back and forth in the room. , but nobody cares.

Chaoji's head was hit sideways, there was a strong smell of blood in his mouth, and anger ignited in his chest.

The pain sensation has probably completely disappeared.

"It's said to be a strict father and a loving mother... Look at how you have been since you were a child... How often did your uncle clean up the mess for you with a smile behind you... How many times did Auntie swing the feather duster on your uncle?"

"..." He punched halfway and lost his strength.

"No one is blocking you now... Anyway... Don't be so dead... Can you make uncle feel at ease..."

The fist still hit Chao Ji's arm, but he didn't dodge it, he pursed his mouth slightly.Chao Ji squatted down, exposing the entire back of his head.

Chao Ji leaned over to him and patted his head, and Chao Ji's forehead rested on Zhuo Mu's shoulder, time had completely freed Zhuo Mu from his youthful indifference.

The two of them hadn't spoken for a long time, and the red of the setting sun outside the window had slowly faded, Chaoji whispered, "I'm sorry...thank you."

Zhuo Mu rubbed the top of his messy head and smiled, "You're welcome."