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Laughter, tears, nostalgia, reluctance—fragmented memories whizzed and circled in my mind with the appearance of the person in front of me, and was finally swallowed by my own reason, leaving no waves.Turned into a calm "such a coincidence?"

Zhou Zeya laughed when he heard the words, but the smile was ironic no matter how you looked at it. "Is it a coincidence to meet me at my door?"

"Hehe, that's true." Xiang Dongchen scratched behind his ear.Whenever he was at a loss for words, he would do this little trick.Zhou Zeya looked at the person in front of him, he was thinner and paler than before.In the past, Xiang Dongchen didn't like a haircut. The soft, smooth hair always stuck to his neck, and when he lowered his head, it would block his eyes.But now he has short hair, standing stubbornly. At this moment, he lowered his head, revealing his white neck, and the fine hair on his forehead could not block his long eyelashes.

Xiang Dongchen sat on the chair with a low eyebrow, not revealing the ecstasy in his heart, but waiting for the other party's attack.But his actions made Zhou Zeya feel as if he had eaten a fly. He couldn't understand what Xiang Dongchen meant. Don't he owe him an explanation?

"I guess, your company sent you here." After Zhou Zeya finished speaking, he saw Dongchen look up at him in confusion, his eyes were still as clear as before, and then said, "After all, you have worked so hard to hide, how could you come here by yourself?" Come to my house?"

Xiang Dongchen wanted to tell Zhou Zeya how much he wanted to come, how much he wanted to see him, it was like this before, and it hasn't changed now, but what can he say?He anxiously picked the dead skin around his nails.

"Are you free? Let's have a chat alone." Zhou Zeya saw that he didn't want to talk, and thought that maybe it was because there were other people around.Without even thinking about it, Dongchen replied, "No, I'm at work. Let's talk when I have time."

Zhou Zeya became a little annoyed when he heard the other party's decisive refusal.His character has made him the most popular in the group since he was a child, but Xiang Dongchen has shown his loathing for him time and time again.

The college student didn't interrupt the whole time. Hearing this, he felt that Xiang Dongchen didn't want to talk to that person.He rescued and said, "Sir, do you need to order milk? Now there is a discount for ordering for a quarter, and the discount for a year is even greater." He took out the leaflet.

"Did I talk to you?" Zhou Zeya said angrily.He stood there, fixedly glanced at Dongchen, turned and left.

Dongchen didn't expect Zhou Zeya to leave just like that. He didn't continue to ask to talk to him, and didn't even continue to get angry. He just took the suitcase and went home.The impulse in his heart wanted to stop him, but between impulse and forbearance, he chose the latter.

The college student did not continue to talk about the mountains with Xiang Dongchen, he could see that Dongchen was in a bad mood now.Later, the people who came to order milk were very enthusiastic, so he let Dongchen sit here alone in a daze.

After five o'clock, the company's people came.The colleague closed the table and took out the folded wheelchair from under the table and unfolded it.Dongchen was about to say thank you when he saw the man who had left a few hours ago reappeared in casual clothes.

"I'm off work now? Can I talk?" Zhou Zeya's negative emotions just now seemed to have disappeared, and his expression was full of spring breeze.Dongchen was still thinking about what to say, but Zeya said, "Today is Monday."

Dongchen frowned puzzled.

"You said that you asked me for dinner on Monday."

Yes, the last word I left for him was to find him for dinner on Monday.The parting scene has been played in my mind countless times, but what does it mean from Zhou Zeya's mouth?Is it because he has a good memory, or has he repeatedly chewed on these memorable fragments in the days when we didn't meet each other?

"Dongchen, let's go. I'll help you." A female colleague who had just finished her work ran back to help Dongchen get on the bus. She saw the extraordinary Zhou Zeya talking to Dongchen, and looked at Dongchen in a blink of an eye, "This is ?”

"You still want to go back to the company? I'll take you back later." Regarding Xiang Dongchen, Zhou Zeya had too many questions.But he thought it would be better to ask slowly.

"However, it's more convenient for Dongchen to go back with the bus..." The female colleague said shyly, then patted Dongchen's wheelchair and said, "Come on, I'll help you."

Zhou Zeya saw a wheelchair here just now, but he never thought that this thing was related to the lively Xiang Dongchen in his mind.

Seeing the shock in Zhou Zeya's eyes, Xiang Dongchen's heart darkened.The female colleague didn't care about their silence and held Xiang Dongchen's arm.After a brief moment of surprise, Zeya took over from the female colleague and said in a calm voice, "I'll send him back later."

As Zhou Zeya approached, he could smell the familiar smell on his body, which was really haunting.Dongchen didn't explain any more, just like any time before, he just took Zhou Zeya wherever he wanted.

Zhou Zeya pushed towards Dongchen, watching him twirling in thought, neither of them spoke.There was light rain in the evening, the purple sunset gradually dimmed, gray pigeons hovered over the buildings, and the smell of dinner wafted from the houses in the street. The two came to the door of a restaurant.

This is a Hong Kong-style restaurant, decorated quite stylishly.Zhou Zeya opened a private room. What he needed was a quiet space, just the two of them.

Iced lemon tea, piglet buns, wonton noodles...the dishes served were all highly praised in Dongchen in Hong Kong at that time.Looking at the dishes on the table, Xiang Dongchen didn't understand what Zhou Zeya meant.But he didn't dare to ask, because he knew that Zhou Zeya had more doubts about him, but he didn't want to answer these doubts for the other party, and those answers were too unbearable.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Zhou Zeya had many questions, and after a long silence, he asked first, which was the most unacceptable.

On the way here, Xiang Dongchen thought of many answers to fool the other party, and he took a sip of his drink.Said, "Once I was ill, I met a quack doctor, and my legs failed." Such a plausible answer is actually almost the same as the truth.

"It looks like you don't care at all?"

"Then what can I do? It's already like this."

"That's right, your wife should take good care of her. Your child should be going to kindergarten soon, right?" Zhou Zeya still can't forget that night more than two years ago. His wife strolled the streets leisurely.That night Zhou Zeya walked many streets and turned around many shops, but he couldn't find a familiar figure. He even suspected that it was a dream of his own, but Xiang Dongchen's appearance, he would never admit his mistake.

Dongchen heard the words and thought for a moment before realizing that Zhou Zeya was talking about Yao Hongying.Thinking of Hongying, I feel sad again.Seeing Dongchen's sad expression, Zhou Zeya couldn't help but sarcastically said, "So, if I fall in love with Xu Jie, you will marry a woman. Is that right?"

"So what? You should be married now, right?" Dongchen asked back, throwing the question to the person who asked the question.

"What if you're not married?"

"That doesn't mean anything." Since the meeting, it is only now that Dongchen resumes the attitude of the conversation. This is a conversation of equals.Because the current topic does not involve those dark pasts.

Zhou Zeya looked at Dongchen and smiled helplessly.This helplessness was because he found that the person in front of him had really changed.He is not as ignorant as he was when he first met. He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he felt that Xiang Dongchen had a calmness that had gone through vicissitudes.It seems that he is still soft, but he hides a knife in his softness and knows how to parry his own speaking routine.

A tactful person usually knows how to advance and retreat and to observe the situation, so he immediately changed the subject, "Are you working in Chunxi?"

"Well, I'm here to promote today. I usually sort out the materials and so on. It's quite easy." Speaking of the current job, Dongchen was quite satisfied, ate a mouthful of wontons, and grinned.

The smiling Dongchen was no different from before, still innocent.Zhou Zeya felt that the atmosphere was much better, "Then is your work getting in the way?" His words were sincere concern rather than contempt.Dongchen also answered seriously, "It's okay, I'm not the only one in the company. But the other two are very old and can't walk because of accidents. Now they continue to work. As for me, I'm almost used to it. Usually nothing. Anyway, the entrance to the company has a slope that can be pushed by a wheelchair, and the dormitory has elevators. It’s a bit tiring to take a shower, but it’s also tiring when you’re getting dressed. Sitting on a small bench to wash is about the same!” After finishing speaking After that, I drank the frozen lemon tea in one breath and said, "Hey, don't just talk about me. What about you? You should be promoted now!"

Before hearing those people say that they returned to the company after work, they felt strange, but now they know that it is because Xiang Dongchen lives in the staff dormitory, which makes Zhou Zeya even more suspicious. Why do you still need to live in the dormitory when you are married?What about the original house?But talking about work seemed to make Xiang Dongchen feel better, so he continued to talk about himself.

"I've been working alone for almost two years now. I own a studio. I opened it with Yan Chuan."

"Oh, what are you doing then? Just accepting private work openly and aboveboard?"

"It's okay to say that. But now I mainly deal with celebrities. Many celebrities have so-called 'street photography'. At first, the studio did this. Now they also run shows. Some models or small stars of the seventh or eighth line We are responsible for the hard photos.”

Thinking about Zhou Zeya dragging his suitcase in front of him today, he must have returned to N City from a show just now.Xiang Dongchen is very interested in such topics, because he likes watching movies and has always been interested in celebrities.It is undeniable that such a chat is still very pleasant.Talking about interesting things about Zhou Zeya's work and celebrity gossip, he was very interested.

Neither of them asked about each other's love life.So I had a lot of fun after dinner.

The wheelchair was pushed in front of the car, and Zhou Zeya changed to another car.Dongchen didn't know Buick, but he could tell that this car was better than the previous one.

Before Zhou Zeya could make a move, Dongchen firmly stated that he didn't need his help, and Zhou Zeya didn't bother to urge him, and stood aside to watch him open the rear door instead of the co-driver.

This man tried his best to "move" into the car. After all, he was in a wheelchair before. I really felt sorry for him when I saw the inconvenience in his life.

In less than half an hour, we arrived at the dormitory area of ​​Chunxi Dairy Factory.The doorman faithfully refused Zhou Zeya to go in, and Dongchen also said that he could do it.But Zeya didn't agree, he was soft and hard, and showed his skills in dealing with people, and finally moved the uncle guard.Xiang Dongchen looked at this man who was negotiating, and remembered that before, he was also negotiating with the agency company in order to sell his house for a good price.Nothing seemed to have changed, but he knew that many things could not go back.

He thought, this is exactly where Zhou Zeya's charm lies.He is always so considerate to those around him, making people feel like spring breeze.He knows him well enough to know that this is just his habit, but why does he still feel very warm and tempted?

The distance from the gate to the downstairs is very short, and it arrives in a moment.

"I said it's very close, so don't go upstairs, there's an elevator." So many things happened that day, I didn't expect the reunion of the two to be like old friends at first sight, it was so beautiful.

"Then I won't go up. Be careful yourself. Call me if you have something to do... By the way, what's your number? I'll call it." Zhou Zeya took out his mobile phone as he spoke.

"My mobile phone was stolen, and I haven't bought a new one yet." Dongchen forgot about it.This is something so persistent as to be stupid.He has been using the old mobile phone since he was released from prison. Song Hui is going to help him get it repaired. He told Dongchen that he can answer the phone and send text messages. The screen is broken but he can see clearly, but he cannot take pictures. That's all.

In fact, in his heart, he didn't want to change any part of this thing, even if it was broken.This phone is very competitive, and it is still good to use.The phone is now in his pants pocket.Xiang Dongchen thanked in his heart that the phone didn't ring today, otherwise he really didn't know whether he should answer it or not.

Zhou Zeya could have asked Xiang Dongchen to write down his mobile phone number and contact him later, but he wondered if this was another excuse for Xiang Dongchen to disappear.

"See you later when you're free." He said goodbye and left.

And Xiang Dongchen was still obsessed with the stupid thing about mobile phones, and didn't think about Zhou Zeya's thoughts at this time.He watched Zhou Zeya disappear into the dark night before realizing that he hadn't left his phone number.

In the future, should we meet again?He returned to the dormitory with doubts and thoughts.

At night, he fell asleep holding the old scarf. In his dream, he could move freely, swimming and shopping with Zhou Zeya, and the dream was beautiful.