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"Mr. Yin!"

A man with a low bun and deep facial features appeared in front of him.

The man stretched out his hand and walked over leisurely, with a smile on his face, but he had the most bleak temperament on his body, as if he was an emissary from hell who came to seek his soul and life.

"I am the owner of this house, and He Qingcheng swore to love Fang Zhiyu for the rest of his life."

Yin Xiaoran has never seen any trace of this ex-husband in He Qingcheng's house.

A pair of bowls and chopsticks, a set of daily necessities, no photos, and I have never heard of the name.

But today, on the night when Yin Xiaoran was overjoyed and Mr. He appeared in surprise, there was such an ex-husband waiting at home.

No, this is not Yin Xiaoran's home, but Fang Zhiyu's and Mr. He's home...

The life-threatening Raksha came over with his hand outstretched, hiding a knife in his smile.

"Maybe this is the first time Mr. Yin heard my name?" Fang Zhiyu came over to shake hands, as if he was a host.

Yin Xiaoran's body was numb from the cold, only his right hand felt a little warm, which was the hand that He Qingcheng didn't let go, and intertwined with his fingers.Yin Xiaoran regained his composure, as if he was holding a mahogany sword to subdue demons, he raised his hand to Fang Zhiyu and said, "Sorry, I have my hand, I can't hold it with you."

Luo Sha is vicious, but Yin Xiaoran is definitely not a warlock without housekeeping skills.

But the sorcerer knew in his heart that just now was just a strong appearance of a practitioner, and Rakshasa had quietly torn a hole in his heart.

After Yin Xiaoran finished speaking, he dragged He Qingcheng to sit in the living room, without waiting or observing Fang Zhiyu's reaction.To Yin Xiaoran, he didn't care about Fang Zhiyu's reaction, ridiculed, disdainful, or panicked.The important thing is that He Qingcheng took the initiative to hold his hand.

This represents love, right?

Even if it's not love, it's still liking, right?

Or is it distressing?Is it poor?

Poor him, Yin Xiaoran, who was a worthless cannon fodder in a loyal love of "looking back and loving the old friend"?

Pity him, Yin Xiaoran, rolling around in other people's love nest, self-righteous?

Pity he'll be the one to be dropped?

Yin Xiaoran didn't dare to think about it.

My heart is already hurting, and thinking about it will only hurt more, and I can't even grasp the temperature left in my right hand.

Fang Zhiyu chuckled as he looked at the backs of the two of them, walked back with the corners of his mouth curled up, and sat on the single sofa beside him.

The self-confidence and pride in him are even worse than Yin Xiaoran's.

"Mr. Yin—" The room was silent for a while before Fang Zhiyu spoke.

"You don't have to hold Qingcheng's hand like this all the time. Demonstrate to me? It's useless. I've held those hands for ten years, so it's okay to lend you some time. Do you know what the word 'borrow' means? Then It has to be paid back."

"Zhielm!" He Qingcheng said in a deep voice.

He Qingcheng always called Fang Zhiyu that way before, and this ten-year habit cannot be changed for a while.But this title is still harsh to Yin Xiaoran's ears.

Fang Zhiyu raised his eyebrows when He Qingcheng called him, and glanced at He Qingcheng with a smile.There is satisfaction, familiarity and intimacy in that smile.Like a wormhole connecting two time-spaces, it can easily recall memories and reach the future.

It's a pity that Yin Xiaoran didn't know that He Qingcheng wasn't smiling, because he didn't dare to look.

"How long have Mr. Yin and my Qingcheng been together? Is it three months? Is it still fresh? I heard that your longest relationship was two years. Do you know how long Qingcheng and I have been together?"

Fang Zhiyu made a pause on purpose, as if the longer it took, he could wake up this overwhelmed opponent.

"Ten years." He said proudly.

"Is Mr. Yin's house comfortable to live in? We bought it together when we got married. Do you still like it?"

"Mr. Yin met my family, Qingcheng, when we were building the group, right? Do you know that Qingcheng and I overcame obstacles to create this studio?"

"It's all thanks to me that you can see such a dazzling He Qingcheng."

"Enough!" He Qingcheng got up and pulled Fang Zhiyu up, his eyes were red with anger, but he still restrained his actions and did not stage an overly exaggerated scene.

Yin Xiaoran hooked the corner of He Qingcheng's clothes with his index finger, and called him back: "Mr. Fang continue, I'm all ears."

Fang Zhiyu still smiled coldly at Yin Xiaoran. He walked to the gray-blue background wall and picked up the only painting hanging on it.

"Mr. Yin, do you think that Qing Cheng's paintings are very charming? Are you proud of your unique sketch? But let me tell you, Qing Cheng followed me in painting, and learned the lines and colors from me." Yes. This painting is about you, but the whole paper is full of my shadow."

"Yin Xiaoran, are you overconfident? Comparing your three months with our ten years, is it just a dream?"

The lingering sound of ringing the bell is not over, it is waking up the idiot who is addicted to the dream.

Fang Zhiyu put the photo frame on the table casually, and yawned: "I came back after flying for more than ten hours, and I'm tired of jet lag, so I won't accompany you two."

He walked towards the master bedroom without looking back, and did not give Yin Xiaoran any room to react. The slippers made a "stinging" sound on the wooden floor, really like a tired traveler returning home.

·

When Yin Xiaoran came out of He Qingcheng's house, he didn't take any clothes or daily necessities, except a painting.

The children who finished their homework in the community were having fun and running wildly, and the couple walking their dogs were blushing and talking and laughing.The two uncles playing chess at the entrance of the supermarket were given a headache by the quarrel of the judges who joined in the fun. Only Yin Xiaoran and He Qingcheng stood quietly on the gravel road, as if they had nothing to do with the hustle and bustle of the world.

Yin Xiaoran couldn't bear the silence, so he said first, "I have to rehearse tomorrow morning, so I'm going home first."

"I send you."

"No need." As he spoke, he took out the key case from the pocket of the down jacket, took the key here and returned it to He Qingcheng.

"Sir—" Yin Xiaoran said the words, only to find the irony of this title.

"Mr. He, I am a person who has a little advantage in being in love. I won't be stalking, and I can afford it and let it go. You don't have to worry about me when you make a decision. What I give is willing and I don't ask for anything in return. If you feel that you can't face it, you can break up with me..."

"Smile—"

"Okay——" Yin Xiaoran rushed ahead of He Qingcheng's voice, let out a long breath, and turned around to leave: "Let's stop here today, it's so fucking tiring! I wish Mr. He a sweet dream."

Yin Xiaoran knew that he had to leave this place as soon as possible, otherwise those hard-hearted lies would be exposed.

·

He Qingcheng came back today because he really wanted to surprise Yin Xiaoran.

He compressed all the meetings that should be held, the construction sites that should be run, and the dinners that should be entertained.The schedule is accurate to the minute, and it took 48 hours to squeeze out two days of vacation.

Mr. He knew that Yin Xiaoran was busy recently. When the plane landed at four o'clock in the afternoon, he took a taxi and went directly to the supermarket. He bought fresh ingredients and prepared soup for his family at night.

The massage chair for my uncle and aunt has been bought, and I just waited for him to come back in the evening, asked for the address, and arranged for delivery.

There are still many souvenirs in the trunk of the car, which He Qingcheng started buying when he was in the city where he was on a business trip.

He Qingcheng planned to meet his family and parents tomorrow, and He Qingcheng imagined in his mind: Yin Xiaoran would drag him to his uncle and aunt, Yin Xiaoran would peel an orange to feed him, and then laugh and laugh to ease the embarrassment...

It's a pity that everything is not as expected, and He Qingcheng was caught off guard by the fucking life.

Fang Zhiyu arrived 10 minutes before Yin Xiaoran came back, and the plot was so exciting that it made people unable to think at all.

But He Qingcheng knew in his heart that in the face of his ex's sudden visit, he had no memory of the ups and downs, only surprise and uneasiness.

He didn't want Fang Zhiyu to appear, he was a little scared.

Fang Zhiyu seems to be no longer the person in memory, he has become strange and alienated.

This emotional ups and downs made He Qingcheng very flustered, and he began to doubt his ruthlessness and fickleness.How did that happen?The closest thing in life was diluted and replaced after all.

No, replace is too heartless a word.

His Mr. Yin did not replace Fang Zhiyu.

Yin Xiaoran is Yin Xiaoran, the best Yin Xiaoran in the world.

He Qingcheng suddenly felt frustrated:

He is an incompetent lover who didn't even show his position in the storm just now.

He misunderstood his past lover, and even made his current lover hesitate.

After all, he is still a shrinking tortoise, and he actually forced Yin Xiaoran to say "you can break up with me".

Ridiculous, he thought he had learned bravery from Yin Xiaoran...

He Qingcheng stood in the yard for a long time, until the playing children returned home and the chess player left, he was still standing there.

He hoped that the new moon wind in the twelfth lunar month could wake him up, and blow away all his mistakes and cowardice.

He Qingcheng kept blaming himself: he should have hugged Yin Xiaoran tightly when he turned around.Should kiss, should say love, should say don't let go.

Yin Xiaoran was his angel, but he didn't do anything.

……

Is it still too late?

Trembling, He Qingcheng took out his mobile phone from his body and dialed Yin Xiaoran's number.

"Beep-beep-"

The constant busyness ripped through the night sky, a black hole that devoured everything.

It seems too late...

From that day on, He Qingcheng lost Mr. Yin.