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The Beicheng Marathon, which has been held for nearly 30 years, attracts a large number of marathon enthusiasts across the country to participate every year.

This year's marathon has attracted more than three times the number of media in previous years, because Chang Ji, who has been playing football abroad and is known as the last hope of Chinese football, will participate in the lead.Reporters from the sports circle, entertainment circle, and even unrelated financial circles poured in one after another, looking for material for the headlines.

In the lively atmosphere, Liang Junche looked at Faxiao Chen Boxue indifferently.

Chen Boxue was wearing a gown with dragon robe pattern today, but a black legging on his lower body, which made his eyes very hot.To make matters worse, he was holding two hammer-shaped balloon sticks that were narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. The words "Brother Liang is invincible" and "The boss is the best" were written on the left and right sticks respectively.

"You... come... What..." Liang Junche said gloomyly.

If Gou Dai hadn't told him that he was waiting at the finish line, Liang Junche would have given up running now.

Chen Boxue: "Come on boss!"

Liang Junche: "What are you dressed like?"

Chen Boxue: "Wearing a dragon robe and holding a pair of hammers, the emperor and the god of thunder have come to cheer you on in ancient and modern times, are you moved?"

Liang Junche: Please let me go...

Fortunately, there are many people wearing strange clothes come to the marathon every year. Chen Boxue's clothes are not the most strange, but they are not very eye-catching.

The starting gun fired, and the black crowd rushed forward.

Liang Junche ran according to the rhythm of his usual exercise.

"Boss is so handsome!"

"Boss is so cool!"

"Boss, you are the brightest cub in the audience!"

Chen Boxue's howling didn't stop.

Liang Junche staggered several times, almost disrupting the rhythm.

Fortunately, Chen Boxue didn't run sincerely. With his body addicted to wine and meat, he couldn't run after two kilometers. He squatted on the side of the road to enjoy the kind care of volunteers.

In Beicheng in July, the sun was scorching hot, and the water jets sprayed water to cool down the track from time to time, like beads of sweat oozing from the asphalt road.

Liang Junche ran a half marathon, but it was 21 kilometers.

Perhaps because of his outstanding appearance, he prefers cameras with exotic clothes and leading celebrities, and from time to time, the camera is aimed at young people who are running hard.

The Beicheng Marathon specially opened an online interactive platform, with more than 20 cameras following the track, and netizens can watch it online.

In previous years, everyone focused on the champions and runners-up. After all, few people have the patience to watch games lasting from two hours to seven hours.

This year, because the live broadcast website advocated "focusing on ordinary people's track" and Chang Ji was present, the shots were also allocated to ordinary people who were "non-marathon runners" in the middle and back row.

In the beginning, nine out of ten of the interactive channels were about Chang Ji.

【Handsome!Kick the bat!Win glory for the country!Even running is vigorous!My husband deserves to be the best! 】

[My husband Chang Ji fought with me for half the night last night, and he can still lead the marathon today. His physical strength is really good! 】

【Stop dreaming!Chang Ji said for a while that he would propose to me at the terminal! 】

……

However, half an hour later, another force began to contend with the "Changji fans".

【That little brother wearing black knee pads is so pretty】

[This seat really understands me, they are all walking side by side]

【My little brother is amazing, on par with Chang Ji】

……

Chang Ji's fans were dissatisfied with the popularity of amateurs, and quarreled with amateur fans.

There are also peacemakers.

[What's the noise? Like me, I've been happily knocking on CP for a long time! 】

The track for the half and full course of the North City Marathon is repeated, the difference is that near the end of the half, there will be two exits.

In the early hours, several professional athletes had already run across the intersection and continued to run towards the entire track.

Halfway through the finish line, there is still no one to open.

In previous years, the half-marathon hardly attracted much attention, and the focus was on the whole race. This year, because of Chang Ji's participation, it was more lively than the whole marathon.

At one hour and twelve minutes, the first half-marathon runner finally crossed the track.

Not too good a result.

After another four or five people passed by, someone in the crowd shouted, "Chang Ji is here!"

There was a moment of commotion at the finish line, with multiple media pushing each other to get the best position.

on the runway.

Liang Junche was not far behind Chang Ji, and he felt as if the nerves had been pulled out of his thighs, sore and numb, and every step was like lifting a jack.

However, everyone in front of him started the final sprint, perhaps for the sense of ceremony, or to be more handsome when crossing the finish line.

"Jun Che Jun Che! Da Wu Da Che! Who dares to refuse to accept! Who will withdraw!"

"Boss is the most handsome! Boss is the best! Marathon! Dominate!"

……

Chen Boxue didn't know when he took a convenient car to the intersection, stood in the crowd and crazily cheered for Liang Junche.

Liang Junche, who heard the slogan, felt that his footsteps were heavier, like hanging a shot put.

Fortunately, the finish line is in sight.

Chang Ji crossed the finish line, and all the media swarmed up, but the finish line was a little empty.

Liang Junche saw Gou Dai in the crowd.

The iconic beige khaki pants and white shirt, holding a small flag distributed in the game, looked at him with a smile.

Liang Junche suddenly felt that all his exhaustion was swept away, he took a step forward, crossed the finish line in one go, and plunged into Gou Dai's arms.

Focus timer display: 1:19′45″

"Mr. Xiao Liang is too good." Gou Dai sincerely said.

As a person who is not good at long-distance running, he has to practice endurance in a sudden 3000-meter physical test every year. Gou Dai sincerely admires those who have good long-distance running results.

"It's okay. I'm not in a good state today, otherwise I can hurry up." Liang Junche said lightly, but his eyes were already smiling, and his expression couldn't be restrained.

Gou Dai took out his pocket and fed Mr. Xiao Liang a toffee.

The familiar taste melted in the lips and teeth.

Just as Liang Junche was about to propose the second step of his birthday celebration plan, an exclamation came from the side.

Just three meters away from them, a young man who had just crossed the finish line suddenly fell to the ground.

Everyone couldn't react in time, and they were stunned.

Gou Dai took three steps and two steps forward, and patted the fallen person, but there was no response.

"Call for help."

After Gou Dai finished shouting, he immediately called Liang Junche over to do CPR.

Gou Dai judged at a glance that the other party's condition was a cardiac arrest, and there was a high possibility of sudden death due to exercise.

Knowing that it was needed for rescue, Liang Junche still couldn't help eating, but soon, Liang Junche also joined in the rescue.

The human body's tolerance limit for hypoxia is 4 minutes, and if it exceeds 4 minutes, the brain damage will be irreversible.More than 10 minutes, there is basically no possibility of survival.

Q University will re-take the basic first aid class every year, and the two are quite proficient.Soon, two marathon first aid runners also came to Liang Junche's side to help with defibrillation.

Three minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and after a few minutes of grabbing the ball, the young man recovered his heartbeat and spontaneous breathing.

"Angkor." A figure ran from a distance, followed by a swarm of media.

Someone in the crowd said, "Ah, that half-dead man is Chang Ji's Huaguo manager."

Chang Ji ran back to the finish line, and the assistant at the side stopped him from following the car and explained the situation to him.

Chang Ji looked at Liang Junche and Gou Dai, thanked him sincerely, but hid his body back.Chang Ji was harassed by many runners along the way, fearing that the other runners were also his fans and would behave irrationally.

Gou Dai and Liang Junche glanced at each other, turned around together amidst the sound of flashing lights, and walked away from the field, leaving Chang Ji, who was leaning back, awkwardly.

==

Liang Junche's birthday plan is divided into three steps.

Marathon in the morning, make an appointment with Gou Dai, and let the other party feel his strong body (big mistake);

In the afternoon at the zoo, use the innocence of small animals to melt Gou Dai's heart;

In the evening, I will celebrate my friend’s birthday at a new restaurant that has not yet officially opened. It would be great if he can confess his success, but if he can’t, he will show it slowly. With his multiple names, and Gou Dai's character of refusing to speak harshly, he believes that in time, he will definitely become the only fish in the "King of the Oceans" sea.

Unexpectedly, when the plan reached the second step, an accident occurred.

The three of them came to the restaurant outside Beicheng Zoo for lunch.

As soon as he was seated, Gou Dai's WeChat phone rang, and it was Qiu Ren.

The two chatted for more than ten minutes, and Liang Junche was filled with jealousy.

When the hot dishes were served, Gou Dai's phone rang again, it was an unfamiliar number.

Gou Dai received a lot of blessings today, most of them were messages on WeChat and other chat software, and occasionally WeChat calls. In this era, there are only a few people who send text messages. Those who can use ordinary phones are either leaders or scammers.

Gou Dai still answered the phone politely.

The next second, when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone, his face darkened instantly.

One minute after Liang Junche finished ordering, he belatedly realized that Gou Dai was holding the phone all the time without saying a word.

Liang Junche, who was aware of his illness, looked at the people beside him. If it wasn't impolite to eavesdrop on the phone, Liang Junche really wanted to put his ear close to the microphone.

After another minute, Gou Dai remained silent, and Liang Junche vaguely heard a female voice chattering in the microphone.

Could it be, ex-girlfriend?

No, the senior said he had never been in a relationship.

Is it the girl who has the same thoughts as him and plans to confess on her birthday?

No, the senior is gentle even when he rejects people, not as cold as ice like at this moment.

Liang Junche finally couldn't help it: "Senior, who is it?"

Gou Dai didn't seem to hear it, the whole portrait was taken away from the soul, like an exquisite decoration in an art shop, beautiful and empty.

Liang Junche finally couldn't help it, and was about to "grab the phone" and save his sweetheart from the "mobile phone demon king", but Gou Dai put down his hand and turned on the speakerphone.

The volume of the mobile phone is not loud, just within the range that the tablemate can hear.

A slightly hoarse middle-aged woman chattered endlessly on the other end of the phone.

From what she claimed, Liang Junche could tell that this was Gou Dai's mother.

She had abandoned Gou Dai for many years, remarried and gave birth to a daughter, a mother whom she had not seen for many years.

"Dai Dai, Mom misses you. Mom is going to visit you in Beicheng? Where do you live now?"

Gou Dai's lips were tightly pressed together, and Liang Junche could even smell a little blood.

Liang Junche was instantly angry from his guts. He didn't think that the other party contacted Gou Dai at this time because he suddenly repented many years later, had a conscience, and planned to make up for Gou Dai's lost maternal love.

Gou Dai didn't speak for a long time.

The woman on the other end of the line repeated the visitation request.

Liang Junche wrapped Gou Dai's hand holding the phone, brought it to him, and lowered his head: "Auntie, I am Gou Dai's friend."

"Eh?" The other party was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect there to be someone else, and said after a few seconds, "Hello, hello."

Liang Junche: "Auntie, how much does it cost to fly from your place to Beicheng?"

The person on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment, and said, "Huh? It's not expensive. It's more than 1000 round-trip, and 600 yuan by train is enough."

Liang Junche: "Okay, don't you want to see Gou Dai? I'll add you on WeChat in a while, and you remit the fare money, and I'll send you some recent photos of Gou Dai. Don't worry, I will transfer all the money to you." To Gou Dai. Let's pay attention to efficiency, don't waste each other's time, after all, your old time is very precious, and you can't spare it for so many years."

After Liang Junche finished speaking, he hung up the phone on his own initiative.

Gou Dai looked at him, showing a reluctant and grateful smile, the traces of the teeth that had just been ravaged on the lower lip were clearly visible, Liang Junche felt distressed for a while, wishing to go through the electromagnetic wave and chat about life with the woman just now.

Chen Boxue, who was so weak, didn't notice any difference between the two of them. While chewing on the mustard pie that just came to the table, he mumbled, "Oh, it turns out that Boss Gou has such a good temper, and he would even quarrel with my mother."

Gou Dai was indifferent, Liang Junche rolled his eyes.

Chen Boxue, who was choked sourly by the mustard, continued blindly: "My mother and I often quarreled, and every time she was the first to stop the fight, her pet phrase for stopping the fight was 'What's wrong with me, it's my fault, who cares? Let me make you look like a dog.' But then I figured it out, it's better to be quarrelsome than cold and violent, like a boss... ouch..."

Chen Boxue's calf was kicked, and his head suddenly cleared up, remembering that Liang Junche didn't tell Gou Dai about his life experience.

"Hey, this pork skin jelly is delicious. Try it, it's very peppery." Chen Boxue quickly changed the subject.

Fortunately, Gou Dai was completely immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice it.

After a meal, Gou Dai ate without taste, Liang Junche looked at Gou Dai's disoriented appearance, and his heart ached like being stabbed repeatedly by thousands of needles.

After lunch, according to the original plan, the three of them were about to enter the park when Chen Boxue answered the phone.

"Damn, my dad wants to see me now. It's rare for this busy man to go back to Beicheng. I'm sorry, Boss Gou. Boss, I'll take a step back first."

Chen Boxue is a standard dude with no financial resources, so he naturally wants to keep close to his father, the golden mountain.

After Chen Boxue left, the atmosphere became even more deserted.

Liang Junche brought Gou Dai to the walking tour area of ​​the zoo.

Beicheng Zoo has a history of 30 years, and its infrastructure is outdated, which cannot be compared with the newly opened zoo today.

Liang Junche brought Gou Dai here because he remembered the two of them traveling for the first time. Gou Dai took him to the "Old North City" to experience the so-called missing childhood.And the place he really liked in childhood was this old zoo.

Liang Junche pulled Gou Dai, chattering.

"This giraffe can be fed, I'll buy some leaves... hey... why do all the deer eat yours?"

"Senior, why does this white-cheeked gibbon keep staring at you! His eyes are so melancholy!"

"This fat panda is about to collapse into a meatloaf!"

……

As if the roles were changed, Liang Junche tried his best to play Gou Dai's original role.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun began to weaken, and Liang Junche and Gou Dai got on the experience sightseeing bus of the scenic spot.

The car is full of parents and children traveling on vacation, and the two big men seem to be unique.

Liang Junche took the trouble to mention Gou Dai's interest.

"Ahhh, this bear is stuck on the glass! It's too greedy, I'm not satisfied after eating three pieces of meat!"

"Senior, this tiger is so fat, it must have been fed and stuffed!"

"The lion is still the most kingly style, and he doesn't come close, so cold!"

……

All the children in the car looked at Liang Junche with weird eyes, and it was clearly written in their precocious eyes - "My lord is so childish!"

Finally, Gou Dai couldn't help laughing.

When Liang Junche saw the other party's relieved appearance, his hanging heart finally came to nothing.

"Come on, senior, you also come to feed the bear, it has followed us all the way."

"it is good."

==

Coming out of the zoo, the sky is full of sunshine.

Liang Junche hugged two big tiger puppets bought in a gift shop, envious of the children around him.

Liang Junche took Gou Dai to a restaurant to be opened in an old alley in Beicheng.

The restaurant is a new business of Liang Junche and his friends. It is still in the trial operation stage, and Liang Junche has booked a place.

The restaurant focuses on the old taste, full of childhood memories, but the price is too modern and not close to the people.

Liang Junche: "When I was a child, I preferred to sneak out to restaurants outside the school with others, eat cold noodles with sesame sauce, and drink a bottle of Arctic Ocean, rather than cooking at home."

Gou Dai didn't speak, just ate the stewed stew, propped his chin, and listened to Liang Junche's nagging stories about his childhood.

After a long time, most of the bowl was cooked by Lu, and Gou Dai looked at the person opposite who was trying to mobilize the atmosphere: "Thank you."

Liang Junche was silly, and said honestly: "I just hope you can be happier."

When the food on the table was cleared, Liang Junche gave the chef and waiter a break, turned off the lights in the restaurant, and rolled out the cakes that had been prepared.

"Happy birthday, senior!"

It was already dark outside the window, and there were a few dim lights in the courtyard.

Inside the window, the candlelight flickered faintly.

Gou Dai looked at the person opposite the candlelight, feeling a little dazed.

The lines of the opponent's face were much sharper than the head of the parrot back then, and it had a clear outline when it was an adult.

His eyes are bright, pupils are clear, as if they have never been hurt by the years.

"Senior, make a wish." Liang Junche reminded.

Gou Dai looked at him thoughtfully: "I haven't had my birthday in four years."

Liang Junche was stunned, thinking that the other party had some birthday taboo, and he violated it.

"After my grandfather left, no one celebrated my birthday." Gou Dai explained, "I don't have a strong sense of ceremony, and I don't feel it at all."

Liang Junche was a little angry: "Where is Qiu Ren? Where are the other students?"

Liang Junche knows that Gou Dai will prepare gifts for all the classmates and friends he knows, which can be said to be very considerate and very ceremonial.

"My birthday is summer vacation, but I received a lot of red envelopes and blessings." Gou Dai laughed.

Liang Junche was inexplicably sad, the person in front of him was kind to everyone, but he couldn't get a more sincere treatment.

Really put one person in your heart, summer vacation is not an excuse, and distance is not a reason.

It's not that Gou Dai doesn't have desires, nor does he have no desires, he's just cautiously lowering his expectations.

As he said, he is more afraid of losing than gaining, so he doesn't want to desire anything that he can't control.

Looking at the smiling face of the other party, Liang Junche felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, trot aside, and took out the gift he had prepared.

One after another, I made DIY cabins and carefully selected watches for half a month.

He bought two watches of the same style and kept one for himself, which is equivalent to a couple watch.

Gou Dai looked at Liang Junche with brilliance in his eyes.

Liang Junche was so stared at that his heart beat faster, and he reminded: "Senior, if you don't make a wish, the candle will burn out. Make three wishes quickly. Today is a rare star, and it will definitely come true."

Gou Dai: "There is nothing to repay, how about I share a wish with Mr. Xiao Liang?"

Liang Junche wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it, he nodded again: "Okay, let's make a wish together!"

The music box beside the table slowly sang the happy birthday song, the retro iron fan on the ceiling walked slowly, the hanging sofa in the small courtyard swayed slightly in the wind, the old white walls were covered with stars, and the night was quiet and beautiful.

As if there was a mutual understanding, after blowing out the candles, the two of them sat on the sofa in the small courtyard, ate the cake, and quietly enjoyed the night.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?" Gou Dai suddenly said.

Liang Junche choked, choked on the cake, and received Gou Dai's gentle pat on the back.

He did have something to say.

His scheming itinerary for this day is also for better confession.

But at the end of the day, he had long since faded away from his original thoughts, and he just wanted to spend a good birthday with this person, just like when he took him to visit the old North City, watch foreign movies, and eat alley delicacies.

There is no purpose, no asking for anything in return, just purely wanting to be nice to a person.

The wind blows gently, and the clouds flow slowly.

Gou Dai still turned sideways, staring at Liang Junche.

Liang Junche felt his cheeks were hot, as hot as a volcano that had just erupted, and the lava was hot.

"I don't want to be just your junior! I don't want to be just your investor!"

Die or die!

Liang Junche said to himself, mustered up the courage to shout out.

The sparrows inhabiting the courtyard were disturbed and flapped their wings to go to other courtyards.

Liang Junche closed his eyes, suddenly realizing that this confession was not rigorous enough.

If you don’t want to be a junior, or an investor, with the attitude of the other party’s gentle rejection, you might say: Well, I’ve always regarded you as a friend!

Liang Junche regretted it in his heart.

"Are you confessing to me?"

Gou Dai's voice made Liang Junche feel like he was at the junction of an iceberg and a lava, with a clear distinction between hot and cold, and he didn't know whether he was going to be thrown into the ice and snow or into the volcanic vent in the next second.

"Yes! It's a confession! I like you! It's been a long, long time!"

Anyway, there is no difference between being half dead and completely dead, both are one death.

Gou Dai suddenly laughed.

"The day we met was also my birthday."

Liang Junche was stunned, and after careful thought, he realized that it seemed to be.

Gou Dai still remembered that there was a demon rain that day, he was sitting in the study room of the old building, looking at the empty campus.

The leaves fall to the ground in the wind and rain, as lonely as he is.

He was flipping through the book, answering the messages on his phone, his loneliness was like a layer of flesh, tightly fitting him.

Until he came back from his lunch break and saw the boy lying behind the classroom.

He came to the old building for self-study because he was tired of being harassed in ordinary classrooms. However, at this moment, a stranger came to the old building where no one visited during the holidays. .

The spliced ​​wooden chair is not a comfortable bed. The boy is obviously very tired and has slept soundly, but his hands and feet hang down, lift, cross and stretch with nowhere to rest, as if he is going to finish radio gymnastics on the wooden chair.

Gou Dai opened his quilt-style pillow to help the young man dispel the coolness.

Until a few hours later, the boy stood beside him and held the quilt in front of his eyes: "Is it yours?"

Liang Junche recalled the dark history of his parrot head, and lowered his head: "I was young and ignorant at that time."

Gou Dai thought about it for a while: "Where, it's very cute."

There was a noise of young girls in the alley outside the courtyard wall, calling each other and taking photos with the locked but literary shop door.

"Maybe meeting you was the best gift God gave me that year." Gou Dai said.

"Huh?" Liang Junche was flattered.

Gou Dai smiled, his eyes were crooked, compared to his usual self-confessed and affectionate, he was a bit more childlike and straightforward.

"When I was in high school, I was particularly fond of travel documentaries. I wanted to fly all the way along the Kunlun Mountains with the person I liked. From the vast snow mountain to the Gobi desert, we occasionally met with cattle and sheep, and occasionally a train walked side by side with us. We sat on the ground, Watching the sunrise, waiting for the sunset, a bowl of highland barley, two cups of milk tea, three kisses, wandering around."

After Gou Dai finished speaking, he stared at Liang Junche, like a rose in the night, very moving.

"What... what do you mean?" Liang Junche didn't understand.

In the next second, Liang Junche was blank.

Three kisses, very light, jerky, superficial.

The breath and lips of the two were hot enough to ignite the world.

Even the summer night wind could not blow out the fire.

"That's what it means." Gou Dai said frankly.

Qiu Ren always laughed that he was asexual, and only he knew that he was instinctively afraid of intimacy, unable to open his heart and accept a person.

He always feels numb to other people's confessions, and instinctively wants to resist.

Only the young man in front of him, young and mature, cute and arrogant, sympathizes with each other and empathizes with each other.

It made him feel that it might be a good choice to watch the world of mortals together.

Liang Junche was still dumbfounded, his back straight.

He felt that at this moment, if he had a tail, he would be shaking it crazily.