I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"You and I are made for each other."

After graduating from university, Chu Tingdong has been busy with various competitions besides studying in graduate school. He started practicing figure skating at the age of five and officially retired at the age of 27.

After participating in the last Winter Olympics in his 22-year figure skating career, he left the arena.

Although he was already injured all over his body, he could be called a veteran in men's figure skating at his age, but if he had to persevere, he could actually persist for another year or two. He still chose to retire.

Retiring now, he will not regret it as he did when he was 16 years old.

It should be said that he has no regrets at all.

Moreover, he was already limited in height after development, coupled with age, tendon and joint strain, the probability of injury has also doubled, and the risk of continuing to slide is very high.

He also wants to keep a healthy body and be able to accompany Zhong Xun to wherever he wants to go.

The coach actually wanted him to stay in the team, and then train rookies with him, and then become the coach of the figure skating national team. Chu Tingdong refused without much consideration. He can help guide the team when he is free, but He can't be a coach.

He has a cold personality, and all his enthusiasm is in figure skating itself. Even if he is a coach, he probably won't be able to do well.

He went on to take a doctoral exam, and then stayed in school to teach as a teacher.

Zhong Xun has been working as a sports reporter for the TV station, and one year after the end of the World Figure Skating Championships, he took the task from the team leader and brought a few interns to the figure skating team for an exclusive interview.

It was the first time he captured Chu Tingdong in the exclusive interview, and he kept that video as a backup.

Later, I was transferred to do social and economic interviews.

In fact, if it was only him, he might become a war reporter, but he still has a boyfriend in Beijing, so there is no need to think about it, and Chu Tingdong will definitely be very worried if he leaves.

And he didn't want to be separated from Chu Tingdong either.

He changed the direction. Anyway, for him, as long as he is a reporter, it is the same.

Song Yijin started working in Ningcheng and stayed there for a year or two. He couldn't bear it anymore, and went to Beijing with his brother Song Yiling to open a bar and a car repair shop.

He has more acquaintances in high school than Zhong Xun. After all, Zhong Xun has been a school bully for several years, and he doesn't pay much attention to them, but he still only has Zhong Xun as a real buddy.

His brother is also in Beijing, and it's not interesting for him to stay in Ningcheng by himself, so why not come and find them.

After Zhong Xun got off work, he would go to the bar when he had nothing to do. He didn't drink much, and he would drink at most once out of ten times, and it would not exceed two drinks.

But because of this, I was still beaten a lot.

Zhong Xun was crazy, even before he went home to take a shower and change his clothes, he was not drunk, Chu Tingdong could still tell at a glance that he had drunk, and then flirted with him.

He couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure out how he had exposed himself.

Even on the TV station, he didn't dare to go out to socialize with people. If he had to go, he would not drink at all. It was useless to persuade him, otherwise it would take a few days to coax his partner well when he got home.

Mainly because of his ass, he wondered if Chu Tingdong just waited for him to commit a crime and then dealt with him, but it wasn't necessary, since he didn't refuse to fuck him.

Zhong Xun felt that he was too upset.

Chu Tingdong was even more irritable. After class in the evening, he went to the bar street half an hour's drive away from the school. It was still early and the bar was deserted. Song Yijin was sitting by the bar and playing games.

"Fuck..." Song Yijin thought he had misread it for a moment, and then raised his head after a long while, "Xueba, why are you here?"

In July, the residual heat of the evening hits our faces.

Chu Tingdong wore a black shirt and a pair of trousers, which made him tall and long. His face was cold, and every inch of his exposed skin was also cold and white, only the tattoo on his wrist was eye-catching.

Those eyes were as cold and icy as ever, and all the youthfulness of the youth faded away, and even the outline of the eyebrows and eyes became much deeper.

"Is Zhong Xun there?" Chu Tingdong walked over and asked Song Yijin.

"Not here," Song Yijin scratched his head, "Shouldn't he go to school to find you at this point?"

The TV station is not too far from the school, Zhong Xun sometimes waits for Chu Tingdong to go home after work.

The year they graduated from college, Chu Tingdong bought a flat with the prize money he had saved from many competitions, and moved there with Zhong Xun. It has been six or seven years now.

It was inconvenient when renting a house, and he was busy preparing for graduation and didn't have time. When he moved, Zhong Xun took Chu Tingdong and him to pick a puppy, and finally raised a golden retriever skewer.

Zhong Xun couldn't even think of the name of the work in his photography exhibition, and it was very difficult to name the puppy.

He happened to quarrel with Chu Tingdong those few days, and when Chu Tingdong came home in the evening, he saw him squatting by the kennel, holding the pair of front paws of the little golden retriever, and said very displeasedly: "You will be called Xiaoye from now on. "

Chu Tingdong: "..."

Zhong Xun was stunned, his eyes were red, and he cried and said that he didn't dare anymore. He was so painful and happy, and the tears hadn't finished yet. Suddenly there was a dog barking in the living room. He froze for a while, and suddenly panicked , I ran out without even having time to wear my pants.

He took the little orangutan from the dog's mouth, and his heart ached to death. Chu Tingdong didn't necessarily feel so bad when he was bitten. Fortunately, the little golden retriever was less than one year old, and he didn't damage the doll after biting it a few times.

Zhong Xun rubbed the puppy's head, and this time he made a decision, "You will be called Little Orangutan from now on!"

But when he said it, people thought it was a star.

He explained at first, but he didn't bother to explain anymore. When Chu Tingdong and Chu Tingdong went to apply for a dog certificate and dog tag, he propped his chin and wrote the dog's name as a star himself.

……

Chu Tingdong thought that Zhong Xun would be at Song Yijin's place, but he didn't catch anyone, so he sat down at the bar, asked Song Yijin for a cup of Long Island Iced Tea, and drank it silently with a black face.

"What's going on?" Song Yijin was confused and couldn't help asking, "Are you and Brother Xun fighting again?"

He had never seen someone who could quarrel so much. Others quarreled once every three days at most, and the two of them could quarrel three times an hour.

And even if there was a quarrel, Zhong Xun should go home and go home.

"It's okay." Chu Tingdong didn't explain much, he frowned and looked at the bar for a while, then lowered his eyes, but under the dim light of the bar, his pupils looked darker, even a little gloomy.

Song Yijin was trembling and dared not speak.

Ever since he knew that Chu Tingdong sent Zhu Qin to the prison, even Zhu Qin's uncle couldn't hold his head up in Xiujing Street, and now he has been down for nearly ten years, the store can't keep going, he can only sell fish .

He was especially afraid to provoke Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple rolled down, holding the cold wine glass in his palm, he glanced at Song Yijin, Song Yijin understood, picked up his mobile phone and called Zhong Xun.

The connection was quickly made, and he didn't dare to say anything, and didn't dare to listen, so he handed over to Chu Tingdong.

Before Chu Tingdong opened his mouth, he probably thought it was Song Yijin who was on the phone, and said angrily, "Let him go!"

Then hung up with a snap.

Song Yijin: "..."

Chu Tingdong: "..."

"What should I do?" Song Yijin's arms were stiff while holding the phone, "Should I call him again?"

"Forget it." Chu Tingdong said.

The subject had been away from home for more than a day, Chu Tingdong drank another glass of wine with a dark face, and then took a taxi to leave.

When they got home, Zhong Xun was still not there. Apart from the golden retriever, there were no other living things in the house.

Chu Tingdong lowered his eyes, stood in the living room with the key for a while, then went to add water to the golden retriever, and poured a bowl of dog food, and he went to the kitchen to cook some dried noodles.

After dinner, after eight o'clock, the night gradually darkened, but Zhong Xun still didn't come back.

Chu Tingdong took the dog on a leash and went downstairs to walk the dog. He went to the pet park near his home and played Frisbee with the dog for a while. He didn't come home until nearly ten o'clock. The lights in the living room and bedroom were still dark.

He added a bowl of water to the golden retriever again, even if it was over tonight, he frowned, sat on the sofa and dialed Zhong Xun's phone, the golden retriever lay on his lap and licked the water.

One person and one dog looked at each other, and were speechless.

It feels like both of them have closed their business, and then they ignore each other and stay in the corner of the living room.

This puppy doesn't have a good relationship with Chu Tingdong.

When Chu Tingdong came home after class at night, Xingxing would wag his tail and squat on the insole to wait for him, but his tail wagged intermittently, and he seldom rubbed against his hands.

Unlike when Zhong Xun came back, the golden retriever started barking as soon as he got out of the elevator, and when Zhong Xun pushed the door to come in, the afterimage of his tail was already wagging, and he rushed over and licked Zhong Xun vigorously.

He sat on the carpet in the living room with his arms around Zhong Xun and watched a movie, lowered his head slightly to suck and bite Zhong Xun's neck, and reached into the hem of his clothes, and he would be threatened by the golden retriever arching his back, grabbing his sleeves and tearing them open.

Going to the bedroom, Zhong Xun cried for a while, or groaned a few times to make the bed worse, the bedroom door could be scratched open.

Zhong Xun knew that he couldn't help being messy, and he didn't necessarily do annoying things at any time. Chu Tingdong scolded him, but he didn't feel wronged, and he deserved it for spanking his ass.

But he couldn't reason with the puppy, he didn't dare to let Xingxing see him being bullied, for fear that it would really bite Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong called Zhong Xun several times, but Zhong Xun didn't answer. He clicked on the message interface, and the last message Zhong Xun sent to him was still the night before.

[schatzi: You see that I am so unpleasant, then I will leave!Don't expect your father to coax you anymore, why should your father coax you? 】

[schatzi: Is it not fun enough to fuck me?You fucking despise me!Fuck you, don't send messages to Dad endlessly, what a fart, will you whip a few times and then give a piece of candy?Or give you another fuck to relieve your anger? 】

He almost smashed the screen in anger, and sent a lot of crackling, but still felt that it was not enough, so he lowered his head and added:

[schatzi: Roll some eggs! ! 】

Chu Tingdong was not angry at first, but after a few glances at the news, he became irritable again.

Zhong Xun went to school to wait for him at night at the end of last month. He had a class in the evening, and it was after nine o'clock after class. He went home with Zhong Xun. In fact, when Zhong Xun approached, he already smelled alcohol on Zhong Xun. , but he didn't say it at the time.

It was rare for Zhong Xun to sit quietly in the car, his cheeks were pale, and when he lowered his eyelashes, he cast a shadow on the lying silkworm. Halfway through the car, he even wore a mask to pretend to be asleep.

When he got home, he couldn't help throwing up. His stomach was on fire, and there was a burning pain. It was still a problem that had fallen before.

Chu Tingdong reached out to hug him, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He had a stomachache all the time, Chu Tingdong found some medicine for him, Zhong Xun managed to finish it, then hugged Chu Tingdong's neck limply and buried him in his arms.

Chu Tingdong put his arms around him, rubbed his stomach, tossed and tossed until three o'clock in the morning before falling asleep.

Zhong Xun started to feel guilty when he woke up. He was afraid that Chu Tingdong would scold him, so he didn't dare to look up at breakfast, and he didn't dare to look at Chu Tingdong.

He had been in fear for several days, and his stomach was completely healed. Chu Tingdong suddenly settled old scores with him the night before yesterday.

In fact, he had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes at first, but he was habitually stubborn for a while.

But Chu Tingdong caught a glimpse of blood on his vomit, even if he went to the hospital and said there was nothing serious, he was still dizzy with anger, Zhong Xun didn't take his words seriously at all.

This problem can't be changed, no matter whether he goes to coax Zhong Xun, or gets angry with him with a cold face, or is forced to fight with Zhong Xun, Zhong Xun will listen to him for a few days at most.

When his butt doesn't hurt, he will forget about it.

Zhong Xun is not so afraid of being beaten by Chu Tingdong now, Chu Tingdong pressed him on his lap, and slapped his butt like a child, and he even stretched out his hand caressing his abdominal muscles absentmindedly.

Chu Tingdong has been an athlete for so many years, and after retiring, he still goes to exercise regularly, and his body has not changed much.

Even if Chu Tingdong was not angry, he was forced to get angry, not to mention that he was holding back his anger, and he couldn't help but get stronger. Zhong Xun's buttocks and thighs were numb from the pain, and he wanted to Getting up and cursing, it was useless, Chu Tingdong didn't let him go at all, and he started to sob and cry again, almost like acting like a baby.

After crying for a while, he finally realized that it was really different from being on the bed this time. Chu Tingdong slapped him a few times, teasing him without pain or itching, but this time he was just being beaten.

There were still tears hanging on his eyelids, his cheeks were also stained with tears, and the corners of his eyes were red, he immediately exploded when he reacted, struggling until Chu Tingdong couldn't hold him down with one hand.

He stood up abruptly, his thighs were the fairest and softest part of his body that hadn't been exposed to the sun for many years, and now they were flushed red, and he almost didn't close his legs.

"Are you fucking sick?!" Zhong Xun wiped away his tears, still a little choked.

Before Chu Tingdong opened his mouth, he had already been kicked several times, and he was kicked hard. He was kicked, his eyes were still faint, and his face did not change, but Zhong Xun was crying with red eyes.

He was so sad that he couldn't figure out why Chu Tingdong got angry suddenly and beat him up like this. He already knew he was wrong, so how could he admit his mistake.

He didn't do it on purpose, and the doctor said it was fine.

He squatted on the ground crying, Chu Tingdong leaned over to pull him, but he was unwilling to get up, knelt beside the sofa, turned his head sideways, buried his cheeks in the pillow and cried.

"Don't cry." Chu Tingdong sighed with his brows still furrowed, and stretched out his hand to unzip his trousers, wanting to see how red he was, his hand hurt a little from beating him.

As a result, Zhong Xun twisted and scolded him for being inhuman.

He cried more and more distraughtly, in the past, Chu Tingdong would have pissed him off after beating him up, and he didn't want to, but now that his butt hurts so much, Chu Tingdong even wanted to piss him off.

Didn't feel sorry for him at all.

This little idiot is completely unreasonable, Chu Tingdong can't talk to him, so he can only coax him first.

Who would have guessed that Zhong Xun would not like this set.

He stayed at home until night, and when Chu Tingdong fell asleep, he dragged a suitcase and ran away. He didn't dare to leave a message for Chu Tingdong at home, and only dared to send it when he arrived at the hotel.

On the first night he ran away from home, Chu Tingdong didn't sleep much.

Chu Tingdong leaned on the bedside to read a book, turned a few pages, couldn't help reaching out and pinching Zhong Xun's little orangutan for a while, he also regretted a little, even if he was angry, he had done too much.

It was the second night that Zhong Xun ran away from home.

After Chu Tingdong went downstairs to walk the dog, he put his hand in his trousers pocket, lowered his eyes, and looked at the golden retriever. The fluffy dog's tail rubbed against his calf, and he suddenly raised his phone to take a photo of the golden retriever.

Zhong Xun worked overtime in the station, and his team took an interview, and they were busy with the interview during this time.

He had just checked a few photos with his assistant for the report at night, when his phone vibrated suddenly in his pocket, he pursed his lower lip, ignored him, and continued to listen to the assistant.

"Team leader, if there is no problem," the assistant relaxed a little, "we can deal with the editor-in-chief the day after tomorrow."

"Keep an eye on the interview draft." Zhong Xun said to him.

Zhong Xun has been a front-line reporter for five years. Their team leader was transferred last year, and he took over the position of team leader. He no longer needs to go out for interviews all day, except for some more important interviews.

He looked down at the interview script of the last issue for a while, and kept fumbling in his pocket with his hands, almost scratching the sparks, thinking bitterly, he just glanced at that idiot and wanted to say something to him.

Just take a look.

He pursed his lips, and his messy forehead hung down to cover his eyebrows and eyes. He was inexplicably a little timid, and the moment he swiped open the screen, he was so scared that he almost closed his eyes.

"Uh..." Fuck, Chu Tingdong didn't even look for him!

The pent-up anger in his chest was all vented, he had only left for two days, and Chu Tingdong stopped looking for him, he suddenly regretted staying on his own initiative to work overtime tonight.

What kind of overtime work, maybe we will get divorced.

The message on WeChat was a friend request. He lay down on the table and clicked on it. When he saw the words on the screen, he opened his eyes.

["Star" requests to add you as a friend. 】

The profile picture is a little golden retriever with its head raised, and the background... seems to be in an elevator.

He was dumbfounded, and his mind was full of lies, and he hesitated for a while before he clicked pass.

The other side sent a message immediately.

【Xingxing: When will you go home? 】

There is a crying emoji behind this line.

Before Zhong Xun could react, several dog emoticons appeared on the screen.

[Stars: Sticker jpg]

【Stars: Circle jpg】

【Stars: Holding a Rose jpg】

……

These emoji packs were saved in his mobile phone and were often sent to Chu Tingdong, his eyes widened in bewilderment.

Still didn't respond.

He didn't reply for a few minutes, and the other side was silent for a while, and then started sending pictures of puppies again.

【Star: The puppy is thinking about you tonight jpg】

It was a little white dog with its head tilted, lying on the pillow, with its head drooping.

After sending, a large piece of colorful hearts suddenly appeared on the screen, almost overflowing the message interface, blinding his eyes.

Zhong Xun stared at the little white dog and the big heart for a long time, but he didn't even realize that he was lying on the table and tilted his head, resting on his arm.

He was in a daze, and tentatively replied with a question mark.

[Reported lost:? 】

Chu Tingdong didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, but finally he laughed out loud. He really hated him for being so stupid.

But he was so cute that he couldn't get angry anymore, why would he be angry with such a fool.

Zhong Xun still slept in the office until midnight, and then suddenly came back to his senses. He sat up abruptly, grabbed the phone and wanted to curse, what the hell did he do, dogs are not so stupid.

But he was unwilling to send messages to Chu Tingdong, so he turned over and lay down on the pillow, pursing his lips slightly, but his cheeks were hot and blushed silently.

Zhong Xun ran away from home for the third night.

Chu Tingdong couldn't take it anymore, so he went straight to block people, and waited outside the TV station building by the car door in the evening.

"Boss," a colleague in the group who just came back from the interview said to Zhong Xun, "Your brother is looking for you. I just ran into him downstairs."

Whether it is a TV station or a school, it is not a very suitable environment for coming out, and it may cause a lot of trouble.

Moreover, Zhong Xun has already had a psychological shadow on coming out of the closet, and now he is not so eager to let others know his relationship with Chu Tingdong.

So it has never been specifically explained.

But even if he doesn't explain, after so many years of contact, others will guess.

After all, Chu Tingdong used to be a sports star. His age and even his family are not a secret. Besides, they are still in the news industry and have interviewed Chu Tingdong.

He's 30 years old, he's working as a postgraduate tutor, he's not married, he doesn't seem to be in a relationship, and he still lives with his younger brother, so there doesn't seem to be anything abnormal about him.

But he doesn't look like Zhong Xun at all, and he often drives to pick up Zhong Xun. It's normal for them to work overtime, and sometimes Chu Tingdong will come over to accompany Zhong Xun for dinner.

But no one said much behind the scenes.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun didn't dare to go downstairs.

Zhong Xun made an appointment with Song Yijin to have a barbecue near the TV station. He walked out with his mobile phone and caught a glimpse of a familiar car under the red sunset. He was stunned for a second, then turned around and ran away.

Chu Tingdong didn't give him this chance at all, and had already blocked him at the intersection ahead of time.

Chu Tingdong took him by the wrist to get into the car, Zhong Xun wanted to fight him, but outside the TV station, this fight was not easy, he was aggrieved when Chu Tingdong pulled the car door and pushed him in.

"Are you still running?" Chu Tingdong sat beside him, locked the car door, turned his head and said coldly.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun wanted to curse again.

He stiffened his neck and ignored Chu Tingdong, and sent a message to Song Yijin, saying that he would go later, and before the message was finished, Chu Tingdong had already started the car, and Zhong Xun watched him stop at the entrance of the barbecue shop .

"If you want to eat, you can eat." Chu Tingdong's cold and slender fingers were still holding the steering wheel, "If you don't want me to follow, I won't go. I'll wait for you in the car."

"Uh..." Zhong Xun spoke to him for the first time after getting in the car, and asked him awkwardly, "Have you eaten tonight?"

Chu Tingdong lowered his eyes, the outline of his side face was half-lit and half-dark in the car, feeling a little lonely for no reason.

Zhong Xun hates him for pretending to be pitiful.

It's not that he cares about Chu Tingdong not talking to him well, he insists on acting, and it's not that he's impatient to watch him pretend.

The main reason is that this trick worked so well for him, he couldn't bear Chu Tingdong being wronged.

Even if Chu Tingdong was pretending, even if he was really wronged, he provoked him, he still couldn't bear it.

He bit his lower lip, got out of the car first, then went around to the driver's seat, opened the door and reached out to grab Chu Tingdong, the corners of Chu Tingdong's mouth curled up imperceptibly, and went down with his strength.

"Does it still hurt?" Chu Tingdong asked in a low voice as he held his wrist.

Zhong Xun angrily ignored him.

Besides Song Yijin, Song Yiling was also there. The four of them had a meal together, and Zhong Xun just ate from the beginning to the end.

Chu Tingdong has been helping them grill meat, and before he could ask, Chu Tingdong would bake it for him if he wanted to eat it.

Song Yijin and the others are used to watching it, only Zhong Xun himself is not used to it, he was coaxed to blush so spinelessly that he almost forgot that he was still running away from home.

At night, he had no reason to run away, and was brought back home by Chu Tingdong.

The house he lives in now does not have a second bedroom. He strongly refused, so Chu Tingdong turned that second bedroom into a study. He usually prepares lessons, and Zhong Xun occasionally sits on the sofa next to him to edit photos.

Zhong Xun walked from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then back again, turning around in a circle, like a lost puppy, almost stuck in a predicament, it was made by himself, he couldn't sleep with Chu Tingdong even if he didn't want to.

After taking a shower, he flung himself onto the bed and pretended to be asleep. Chu Tingdong held his wobbly ankle, lifted the quilt and took a look, he was completely white and clean, without any red marks.

Chu Tingdong also lay down to sleep, hugged him from behind, strangled his waist and hugged him into his arms.

Zhong Xun was so wronged, he felt that he was too disappointing, why didn't he get angry again, he turned around angrily, lay face to face with Chu Tingdong, and whispered: "Why?"

"No reason, you feel unhappy, you can beat him back if you want," Chu Tingdong rubbed his face, "but you have to tell me, why are you drinking?"

It's okay for Zhong Xun to eat some barbecue or something, but he can't touch alcohol, he is prone to stomach problems.

Zhong Xun stared at him for a while, then pulled up the quilt to cover the lower half of his cheeks, exposing only a pair of eyes, and finally covered his head, not even showing his eyes, and began to pretend to sleep again.

Chu Tingdong couldn't ask, so he was silent for a moment, and didn't ask any more questions.

Zhong Xun didn't want to say it, it was useless for him to ask any more, he had never seen a more stubborn person than Zhong Xun in his life, he gently tore off the quilt a little, and let him breathe with the tip of his nose.

Then she hugged Zhong Xun again, kissed him on the cheek, and fell asleep with her arms around him like this.

"Does it hurt when I kick you?" After more than half an hour, Zhong Xun moved his eyelashes, then poked Chu Tingdong's collarbone, and buried himself in his arms, making a muffled sound.

Chu Tingdong didn't speak, he didn't know if he fell asleep, Zhong Xun sat up and looked around, he seemed to be bruised, he felt guilty, and lay back in Chu Tingdong's arms.

His buttocks are all healed, but Chu Tingdong is still not healed.

He stayed at home for one night, Chu Tingdong woke up the next day, only to find that there was no one in the house again, even the closet had been opened, Zhong Xun's clothes were missing, and when he went to the living room, he saw Zhong Xunliu's clothes. sticky note.

Said to work overtime for half a month.

Chu Tingdong waited for him for half a month to see what he was doing.

Zhong Xun kept his promise this time, half a month later, at around two o'clock in the afternoon, he sent a message to Chu Tingdong, saying that he would pick him up from school later.

Chu Tingdong still had a class in the afternoon. Zhong Xun came over on his motorcycle and bought a cup of coffee on the way. He went to Chu Tingdong's office to take a look. Chu Tingdong was not there, so he should still be in the classroom.

He was very familiar with the teachers in the same office as Chu Tingdong, so he sat on Chu Tingdong's desk and chatted with them for a while before leaving.

His messy half-length hair fell down to his neck. He has been a front-line reporter for several years and travels around all day. His complexion is still fair. Even when he is not smiling, his peach blossom eyes seem to be smiling, and his thick eyelashes are like fog. Generally, the pupils are covered a little, and few people can resist being watched by him all the time.

The coldness that was exposed when he was a teenager faded away, no matter how beautiful and beautiful his face was, it didn't seem to be too aggressive, and there was even an illusion of affection in his eyes.

When he wasn't with Chu Tingdong, his mind was online, and when he saw Chu Tingdong, he started to suffer from hysteria.

When he walked into the classroom, it was already past 03:30. Chu Tingdong hadn't finished class yet. He stayed up for several nights and drank some coffee before barely waking up. He leaned over to the window and looked into the classroom.

Chu Tingdong hadn't seen him yet, he was talking about a line substitute, but a few students caught a glimpse of him and looked over with wide-eyed eyes.

Zhong Xun rolled his eyelashes and smiled.

The teacher in the office may not have noticed it, but most of the students in Chu Tingdong's class knew that he had a pretty boyfriend. They couldn't tell Zhong Xun's age, and thought he was in his early twenties.

Chu Tingdong was too cold and reserved, and treated them very seriously, no matter how young he was, they would not doubt how old Chu Tingdong was.

Or Zhong Xun got along better with them.

Song Yijin also followed Zhong Xun to Chu Tingdong's school. At that time, Chu Tingdong was still a PhD student and was doing a scientific research task with the people in the group. Zhong Xun brought them dinner.

Chu Tingdong went to deliver the materials and hadn't come back yet. When everyone left, Zhong Xun's face paled a lot in an instant. He lazily leaned on the railing of the corridor, smoking an unlit cigarette.

It was only then that Song Yijin found a sense of familiarity in him. It was the feeling of Zhong Xun staying in the last row of the classroom in high school, with a hood on his head and coldly raising his eyelids to look at people.

He felt that Zhong Xun seemed to have changed a lot, but he felt that he hadn't changed at all.

"I thought you had a good relationship with them," Song Yijin whispered, "Damn, it's a good thing I knew you early."

Only then did he realize that Zhong Xun was talking about everything, but in fact he had no one in his heart.

"It's okay." Zhong Xun said vaguely with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

Occasionally, he is also fortunate that he and Chu Tingdong have known each other since high school, otherwise he would not know who else he would fall in love with, but if he didn't know Chu Tingdong at that time, he certainly wouldn't like others.

He was sick, and he himself admitted that he had to make that person love him when he was at his worst, and he had to make that person be willing to give him everything that was left when he was at his worst.

He didn't even want to hide his bad temper and going crazy from time to time in front of Chu Tingdong, he wanted Chu Tingdong to accept even these.

Whether it's true or false, his kindness to other people and the smile hidden in those lying silkworms are all accessories of that person. To put it bluntly, he only loves a few people.

……

Chu Tingdong also noticed something strange in the classroom, he frowned, followed the gazes of several students, and met Zhong Xun's gaze, Zhong Xun smiled heartlessly at him.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong withdrew his gaze, bent his knuckles and knocked on the podium.

After finishing this class with great difficulty, Zhong Xun didn't even bother to ask him to go to the office to put things away, so he dragged him away.

"Where are you going?" Chu Tingdong hasn't seen him for half a month. Zhong Xun seems to be very busy. He video-chatted with him once and asked the dog more than him. He didn't know what Zhong Xun wanted to do anxiously, so he paused pace.

Zhong Xun hesitated, handed him a helmet, and asked him to get on the back seat of his motorcycle.

He is still very reckless when riding a motorcycle, but he can only restrain himself in the urban area. Chu Tingdong is only willing to sit in his back seat in the urban area and leave the urban area, and he does not let Zhong Xun ride a motorcycle.

It took Zhong Xun more than half an hour to get to the place, even if he wanted to show off, there was nothing he could do, after all, there were signs on the door.

The shade was thick, Chu Tingdong raised his head, and saw a new photography studio.

He froze for a moment.

Zhong Xun hooked his fingertips, hung on him, and muttered, "I resigned."

Zhong Xun has been busy with leaving his job during this time, in fact he almost left a few years ago, and Chu Tingdong knew about it at the time.

As far as his temper is concerned, he is willing to bear it, and he can say anything. If he doesn't want to bear it, then everyone will die together.

Not long after he was transferred out of the sports team, he followed up with interviews on several influential social events... One of them was a violent case in an old city in a certain place, involving several high school students.

It's not Ning Cheng, but there is no difference.

The director asked him to do a report, and the content of the report had already been written and handed over to him, but he was unwilling to post it or sign it.

He can still recall that anger to this day. The report seemed to force him to apologize to Zhu Qin, admitting that although he was slapped, he was also at fault.

"I can't post it," Zhong Xun refused without thinking, "you can find someone else."

He is a newcomer who has just been transferred, and this is the first independent task assigned to him. The director couldn't accept his attitude, and asked: "The rest is just a little typesetting and editing work, why can't you post it? You Know what you're talking about?!"

"It doesn't matter what I say," Zhong Xun raised his eyelashes, he put the report on the desk with no seriousness, and pushed it back to the director with his fingertips, "I know what I shouldn't say is more important. "

Zhong Xun came down to fight him several times, even if he was fired, he didn't care, but the director never found a reason to kick him.

Zhong Xun's academic qualifications are not very good, but his professional ability is one of the best among the interns who joined the TV station together. His photography skills are also very good, and his interviews are more complete than others.

What's more, he kicked people as soon as he was transferred, and the director of the sports team who brought Zhong Xun before was likely to criticize him.

Zhong Xun stumbled under his hands for several years, but he didn't catch him in the slightest.

Chu Tingdong said that he is suitable to go to Communication University, and Zhong Xun thinks it is right at all. He has encountered too many things in the past few years as a reporter.

But no matter whether it was being targeted or other smog, it didn't affect his mood very much. At worst, he couldn't go to the TV station anymore, and Chu Tingdong would definitely pick him up to eat roast duck with him.

But he has done enough, Chu Tingdong has retired, and he has no one he wants to interview the most. He has accumulated materials for a long time, not only wants to leave, but also pulls the director down before leaving.

For the past half month, he has been suffering from this matter.

And this photography studio, he originally wanted to wait until he was 30 years old to open it, then he and Chu Tingdong would have a lot of time together.

Even if you want to go to the North Pole, there is nothing wrong with it.

But he couldn't wait, and on the night he decided to resign, he couldn't wait to start preparations.

He doesn’t need anything, even the source of customers is abundant, he only needs a sum of money, and then he can pull up the whole team. In fact, it’s okay to ask Chu Tingdong for money, but he wants to show this studio to Chu Tingdong as a gift. .

Chu Tingdong promised to celebrate his birthday with him every year, and now, plus the two or three years they separated, it has been ten years, Chu Tingdong really never missed a single one, and he likes every gift he gave him.

But he hasn't given Chu Tingdong much yet.

He was a reporter before, and it was not easy for him to be at home five or six days a month, and he was not sure when he would be called away.

It should be considered a gift to be able to completely end the long-distance relationship, right?

He thought about it for a long time, and then started looking for someone to attract investment. He was actually very reluctant to go, but if he wanted to talk about business, it would be difficult to escape the drinking situation.

He was force-fed a little that night, because he wanted the money very much. After being force-fed, he signed the contract, went to school and went home with Chu Tingdong, and he felt a little inexplicably wronged.

He had already listened to Chu Tingdong's words and stopped drinking. Damn, he still wants to spend a few more years with Chu Tingdong.

I started to get motion sickness after drinking, and vomited when I got home.

He had a stomachache, so he went to the hospital for an examination. Although there was also a reason for drinking, it was mainly due to motion sickness that day, and his stomach would feel uncomfortable after vomiting.

There is no other problem.

He didn't dare to tell Chu Tingdong what happened, if the studio couldn't be opened, then he would be in vain, he couldn't make Chu Tingdong happy, maybe it would cause trouble.

"Uh..." After he finished talking to Chu Tingdong, Chu Tingdong kept his eyes half down and didn't say a word. He pushed Chu Tingdong's shoulder nervously, "Go inside and have a look."

Although it is his photography studio, he wants to