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After saying this, He Jing lowered his head, not daring to look at Han Zhao's reaction.

After a while, footsteps sounded, Han Zhao came over, reached out and rubbed his head.

"It's not a big deal."

His fingers touched his forehead, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.He Jing remained silent, turned his head after a while, and looked at him fixedly.

"You're straight, you don't understand."

Han Zhao smiled: "I left Hangzhou because I broke up with my boyfriend—do you think I understand?"

"Male, boyfriend?" He Jing opened his eyes wide in shock, thought for a while and then said, "But senior brother said you have dated many girlfriends!"

"There are quite a few men," Han Zhao said casually, "he just doesn't know."

"Ah, so..."

He Jing looked at him stupidly, his mind hadn't turned the corner, but when he confessed his sexuality to Han Zhao, the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground first.

After being so relaxed, he remembered the original intention of the game—since Han Zhao said that there are many men and women, then...

"The one in Hangzhou, is it special?" He Jing asked cautiously.

"Forget it..." Han Zhao smiled at him, "After he leaves, I don't have the heart to stay in Hangzhou anymore."

The sentences are short and the tone is light.For some reason, He Jing felt a little sad when he heard this.

"Why did he leave?"

"There are many reasons," Han Zhao smiled wryly, "The most direct one is the villain's trouble."

"You mean... a third party intervened?"

After putting out the cigarette in his hand, Han Zhao nodded slowly.

Seeing that his demeanor was not relaxed, He Jing began to regret that he hadn't winked - thinking about being cheated on, every man would feel very embarrassed.

"Why are you looking like that?"

Seeing that He Jing didn't speak for a long time, but stood aside in awe, Han Zhao started teasing him instead.

"I just, just feel..." He Jing held back for a long time, "It's because he has no vision!"

Han Zhao looked at him for a while and couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe...the one he found is really not very good."

"Is that so?" He Jing raised his eyebrows at him, "I knew it!"

"Fool." Han Zhao glanced at him, turned his back, and lit another cigarette.

The smoke is soft, rising in the night sky along with the white mist between breaths.

"The truth is, he found someone who is handsome, rich and loves him very much," Han Zhao said after a few puffs of cigarettes, "I am the loser, completely."

In the dark night, He Jing stared at Han Zhao's lonely back under the starry sky, unable to move his eyes in a daze.

After a while, he heard his own voice: "Do you still love him?"

Han Zhao turned his back to him and remained silent.

The silence seemed boundless, just when He Jing thought he hadn't heard the question at all, Han Zhao whispered:

"Lovely."

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The outdoor temperature is getting lower and lower, and the game of exchanging secrets on the balcony soon came to an end due to the cold.

When the two returned to the room, Han Zhao took the clothes to take a shower, and He Jing simply got under the covers and watched TV.

Holding the remote control in his hand, he went through all the channels, but he didn't know what was broadcasting on TV.

It wasn't until Han Zhao returned to the room that he pointed to the TV and asked him, "Do you like to watch this?" Only then did He Jing realize that he was actually watching a shopping channel selling baby diapers.

Turning off the TV in a hurry, he nestled under the quilt and covered himself tightly.

Han Zhao took off the T-shirt on his body, lifted his quilt, and got in with his bare upper body.

"Turn off the lights?" Han Zhao asked with his fingers resting on the switch by the wall.

"Hmm." He Jing half-closed his eyes and looked at him.

After a slight "click", the room suddenly darkened.

The electric blanket on the bed was turned on, and the temperature of the skin touching the quilt made people feel comfortable and nostalgic.

After a long time, He Jing closed his eyes and turned slightly to Han Zhao's direction.

Today he came to Chongming from the urban area, he should be a little tired, but after lying down for a long time, he still didn't feel sleepy.

The surroundings are very quiet at night, carefully distinguishing, you can hear the sound of the wind blowing outside, the occasional dog barking, and... Han Zhao's gradually regular breathing.

Following his rhythm, He Jing tried to adjust his breathing—he is not a person who is good at making up stories, but in this silent night, he imagined the appearance and character of his ex-boyfriend, imagining the sight lying on his bed at this moment. The heartache and helplessness of those around you when you encounter betrayal.

Just like that, immersed in his messy fantasy, He Jing slowly fell asleep in a daze.

At dawn, the alarm clock set on Han Zhao's phone rang, waking up the two people on the bed on time.

A busy day begins here. The groom and best man get up early in the morning, wash their faces, brush their teeth and shave their beards. He Jing helps them pack up their belongings. The family welcomes the relatives.

The bride lives in another town in Chongming, and is a colleague of Bao Xiaolong's judicial office.Seeing that the best man is tall and handsome, the sister group who blocked the door made things difficult for Han Zhao.Fortunately, Han Zhao can speak, and he has been practicing his body all the time. As soon as he took off his suit and did [-] push-ups, some members of the sister group immediately turned against him.He Jing followed behind and stuffed a handful of red envelopes, and the door of the bride's house was rushed open in a short while.

Then, as usual, there were firecrackers, and the beautiful and dignified bride, wearing a wedding dress, got into the wedding car bustlingly.The accompanying bridesmaids were sitting in Han Zhao's car, and on the way back to Bao Xiaolong's house, they kept talking to him, obviously they had a good impression of him.

He Jing was sitting in the back seat, quietly looking at the two people in front of him who were not getting along, and didn't speak from the beginning to the end.

Bao Xiaolong's wedding banquet was not scheduled at a grand hotel, so he asked a chef to come over and cook for the guests.Although the sales of the dishes are not as good as those of big restaurants, they are superior in that the raw materials are of high quality and the chef's cooking skills are good enough, and the taste is very delicious.

Needless to say, the table is full of chicken, duck, and mutton, as well as fresh abalone, river prawns, river eels and other aquatic products.Coupled with various dishes made of organic vegetables and seasonal winter bamboo shoots, the taste is as good as the wedding banquet dishes of five-star hotels in the urban area.

Knowing that Han Zhao was going to drive back to Shanghai in the afternoon, when the couple brought their best man and bridesmaids to toast the guests, Bao Xiaolong directly stuffed him with a bottle of grape juice.

After drinking for three rounds, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.When the huge braised hoof pork finally came to the table, the guests had already held their swollen stomachs and shouted that they were full.

After lunch, there was another round of banquets in the evening as usual, and most of the guests did not leave, but Han Zhao pulled He Jing to bid farewell to Bao Xiaolong and the bride.

Knowing that he had come all the way to save face, Bao Xiaolong didn't stay any longer, he just decided to meet in Shanghai later and sent them out.

The car was driving on the empty road in Chongming, and He Jing sat silently in the passenger seat, not saying much.

"What's the matter with you?" After the car drove out for a while, Han Zhao noticed that something was wrong with He Jing beside him.

He Jing looked out the window: "It's okay."

Seeing that he refused to speak, Han Zhao did not continue to ask.

However, the young man could not hold back his words after all.Not long after, He Jing's intermittent voice sounded in the carriage.

"I just suddenly felt...Look, you were still helping clients get divorced yesterday, but today you are helping senior brothers get married..."

"Are you wondering when Xiaolongbao will get divorced?"

"No, no!" He Jing quickly explained, "I just lament the impermanence of the world... Hey! I can't speak!"

Seeing that he was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly, Han Zhao smiled and asked, "Do you take the ferry?"

"Ah?" The topic changed so quickly that He Jing didn't react.

Han Zhao pointed to the pier not far away: "Have you ever taken the ferry?"

"No."

"I have time today, let me take you to sit down." Saying this, Han Zhao gave directions and turned into the pier.

The topic suddenly changed from marriage and divorce to the ferry. Before He Jing recovered, he watched the car slowly drive onto the ferry in a daze.

Han Zhao turned off the car and pulled the handbrake: "Put on your clothes and come down."

He Jing was stunned for two seconds, then got out of the car with his coat in his arms.

The ferry is very large. In addition to the parking place, it is also divided into cabins and cabins.Han Zhao led He Jing through the cabin and walked to the stern.

Although the temperature was not high at the moment, fortunately there was no wind. He Jing zipped up his jacket and looked at the gradually shrinking pier in his field of vision.

"I told you that when I first came to Chongming, there was no bridge," Han Zhao said as he lit a cigarette as usual, "Xiaolongbao took me from Baoyang Wharf to take the ferry back to him. Home."

He Jing withdrew his gaze from looking at the pier and concentrated on listening to Han Zhao's story.

"At that time Xiaolongbao was broken in love," Han Zhao leaned on the railing, "I was dumped by a woman, and I was in a bad mood, so I took me to accompany him home to relax."

"Huh?" He Jing never thought that Bao Xiaolong, who seemed cheerful all day long, would have such a sad past.

"The cabin is full, and the two of us stood at the stern, looking out." Han Zhao took a breath of cigarettes, and pointed to the sea at the stern.

He Jing followed his fingers, quietly watching the two white waves rolling on the left and right of the stern.

"In the middle of the drive, he suddenly asked me, 'Han Zhao, if the ship is sinking now, you can still make one last call, who will you call?'"

"What did you say?" He Jing asked curiously.

"I said I don't know...then Xiaolongbao said to me seriously, 'I'm going to call my girlfriend and tell her that I'm dying and the one I love the most in this life is her—do you think she will Will you change your mind?'”

"Ah?" He Jing asked in surprise, "Did he hit him?"

"The points are all divided, why call..." Han Zhao shrugged, "But he cried after speaking—in front of many people on the boat, he couldn't stop crying."

He Jing was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "I never thought that senior brother was so infatuated..."

"Look at him happily marrying his wife today, he must not be able to imagine how miserable he was back then, so..." At this point, Han Zhao turned his head to look at He Jing, "Things are indeed impermanent, but they are not always bad. changes, think about the good in everything."

"Yes." He Jing nodded obediently.

The ferry was moving unhurriedly on the sea. Compared with driving directly home, taking such a leisurely detour was indeed wasting a lot of time.

There was a little wind on the sea, Han Zhao finished smoking a cigarette, and just about to turn around and go back to the cabin, he heard He Jing say softly:

"If the ship was sinking now, who would you call as the last call?"

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