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At the end of July, Chang Jiayu received the admission letter from University B and entered the Department of Physics as he wished.

Song Fanqing came back from his hometown, and the two had been in touch on WeChat before, and they made a phone call after receiving the admission notice.

Song Fanqing chose the medical major of F University. His college entrance examination score was more than 20 points higher than that of Chang Jiayu, so it was just right for him to enter F University. "Very good, then both of us have received admission notices, and there is no transfer, and F city is not far from here, so we can date and hang out if we have the opportunity in the future."

"Well, it feels quite complete," Song Fanqing smiled, "I checked, the school has the opportunity to go abroad every year, and if the grades are good enough, you can study abroad at public expense."

Chang Jiayu was a little surprised when he heard that, he had never considered going abroad.

"Huh? Going abroad for further study or not?"

"My mother's chronic disease has been going on for a long time, and foreign countries have more clinical experience in this area, but she is unwilling to go there because she is afraid of spending money. That's why I applied for this major. If I go abroad, I can learn more knowledge. If there is a suitable Opportunity can take her over."

"Then you won't stay abroad directly in the future, will you?"

Song Fanqing thought for a while and said, "I don't know. My mother should want to live in China. I can do it. Maybe I will settle down, but the possibility is unlikely."

Chang Jiayu hummed and said, "It's pretty good."

He paused, his voice lowered slightly: "Then what are you and Uncle Fei going to do? Is he willing to let you go abroad?"

In Song Fanqing's plan, Mother Song was most concerned about, which is normal, but Chang Jiayu thought of their conversation outside the library a few months ago, and thought of the draft paper full of names, so he couldn't help asking out.

Song Fanqing didn't seem to expect him to ask this question. After a long silence, he said slowly, "It's nothing to do. We're on different paths, we're not the same kind of people, and we don't have any emotional ties. He won't care too much about any decision, nor will he be reluctant."

The words have come to this point, there is nothing to say, after all, it is the feelings of others.

The two chatted a few more words and said goodbye to each other.

Song Fanqing hung up the phone, put the phone on the table, and just turned around when he saw Fei Dong standing at the door.

He was still holding the key in his hand, and he had just come back from the outside, leaning against the door with deep eyes, and he didn't know how long he stood silently.

Song Fanqing was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that the person by the door had already walked over.

"Who were you on the phone with just now?"

Fei Dong's voice was a little hoarse, and Song Fanqing smelled alcohol from him: "And classmate, have you been drinking?"

Fei Dong groaned, and lay down on the side, with his head resting on the pillow, his legs slanted on the sofa, squinting his eyes and said, "Drink a little."

It doesn't smell a little.

But Song Fanqing also knew how much he drank, and he didn't necessarily blush after drinking a few ounces of liquor.

"have you eaten?"

"I just drank and didn't eat much." Fei Dong raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.

"Let me make some porridge for you."

Song's mother's health is not very good. Song Fanqing learned to cook when he was a child, and his skills are quite good.

He took out the rice, sifted the sand in it finely, mixed it with water and poured it into the rice cooker.When the red light came on, Song Fanqing leaned against the cabinet, quietly watching the patterns on the white tiles in the kitchen.

With a ding, he came back to his senses, lifted the lid of the pot and took out the bowl, and waited for it to cool down a bit before bringing it to the living room.

When Song Fanqing put the bowl down, he turned his head and glanced. Fei Dong was still lying on the sofa, with his arms resting on his forehead, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

He stood aside and said softly, "The porridge is ready, you can drink it."

Fei Dong slowly opened his eyes, there was still a layer of water in the eyes, Song Fanqing's heart moved when he saw it, and he turned his face away and brought the bowl to his hand.

Fei Dong didn't answer, just said: "You feed me."

"..."

"I just drank, and I have no strength."

Song Fanqing twitched his eyes, put the bowl back on the coffee table expressionlessly, and got up to leave.

Tightening his wrist, Fei Dong's regretful voice came from behind him: "Forget it, I'll drink it myself, you can accompany godfather, right?"

Only then did Song Fanqing sit down slowly. Seeing Fei Dong pick up the bowl, he pursed his lips and couldn't help but said, "The bottom may be a little hot, so don't drink too quickly."

Fei Dong looked up at him, with a smile on his outstanding eyebrows, with a handsomeness that people couldn't take their eyes off.

"Thank you Baby."

The whole house was very quiet. Fei Dong was used to being free, and he didn't like having servants at home, so he lived alone when he came back, and Song Fanqing only had two people.

A bowl of porridge bottomed out quickly, and the warm liquid food warmed the whole stomach.

Fei Dong sighed comfortably, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "I haven't had such delicious porridge for a long time."

Song Fanqing didn't answer what he said in an exaggerated tone, and picked up the bowl and went into the kitchen.

While washing the dishes, Fei Dong followed him in and leaned over to watch him without saying a word, just watching him all the time.

Uncomfortable being stared at, Song Fanqing looked up at him: "You smell of alcohol all over your body, you should feel better after taking a bath."

Fei Dong smiled, didn't seem to care much, and didn't walk away. He continued to stand beside him, and Song Fanqing had no choice but to pretend that he didn't exist.

After washing the dishes, Song Fanqing controlled the water and put them back in the cupboard.

He gently flicked the water droplets on his hand, and was about to go back to the living room to wipe it off with paper, when a handkerchief was handed over to him.

His movements paused, and he raised his hand to accept it to thank him. Just as his fingertips touched the soft fabric, his wrist tightened, and he was pulled forward a step.

Song Fanqing was startled, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fei Dong looked at the curvature of his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but he felt a little helpless and disappointed.

"Xiaoqing, I've been wondering recently whether I've done something wrong. You've been so indifferent to me for more than a year. You haven't discussed these things with me about what major you want to apply for or want to study abroad."

Song Fanqing's expression moved slightly, and he felt a brief panic in his heart. He lowered his head and tried to turn his arms, but Fei Dong held them tightly, and he couldn't pull them away.

"I'm very sad. I hugged you when you were four or five years old. Later, your father... entrusted you to me. Over the years, the relationship has always been good. It's just a matter of one or two years since the relationship became estranged. I thought about it over and over again, but I still haven't found the real reason. Tell me the truth, okay? Godfather really likes you very much, and he doesn't plan to get married in this life, and he won't be able to walk when he gets old , you come to accompany me, even if the children and grandchildren are full, the merits and virtues are consummated. If you do something wrong, you can bring it up, and I will definitely correct it. Don’t you like me smoking and drinking? I am trying to quit recently, today is a special situation , I drank a little too much, you will be in charge of supervision in the future, how many times a month you drink—”

"No."

The young man whose wrist was being held by him suddenly opened his mouth, Fei Dong stopped speaking, and saw that the eyes of the person in front of him were slightly red. Before he could ask, Song Fanqing shook his hand away, but did not run away, but Just looking at him with red eyes.

Fei Dong's heart trembled, and he was about to ask more questions, when Song Fanqing suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his collar, leaned over and pressed his lips against his.

His movements were persistent and jerky, and he didn't know any skills at all, so he directly hurt the lips of two people.

It took almost an instant before Song Fanqing retreated decisively.

At the moment when he kissed him, Fei Dong had the feeling of being out of his body for the first time, and he couldn't tell what was going on in the blink of an eye.

When he regained consciousness, Song Fanqing had stopped trembling.His eyes were red, as were his cheeks and ear pinnae, but his expression was serious and earnest, which reminded Fei Dong inexplicably of how he looked when he was sitting in his arms doing homework when he was a child.After all these years, nothing seems to have changed.

"You're not wrong, it's me. I like you."

Fei Dong regained his composure: "Xiao Qing—"

"Is it possible for you to like me? Will you always like me, and will you be with me forever?"

He didn't wait for a reply, and directly defined: "You won't, this matter is all my wishful thinking. Because I know that my liking will not have any good results, on the contrary, it may bring you trouble, so I was I was tormented by what I asked for, and I subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but I didn't expect that it would make you misunderstand even more."

"..."

A trace of paleness appeared on Song Fanqing's face, and his handsome face became thinner and thinner.

"These are all my faults. It's good to explain it now. I will pay more attention to it in the future. I'm sorry, godfather."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and it was almost inaudible by the time of the last two words.After finishing speaking, he turned around in a hurry, and almost fled out of the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a reason, and Fei Dong stood there quietly for a long time with complicated thoughts.

Finally, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and let out a deep breath.

When he returned to the living room, a note was placed on the table.

Song Fanqing's handwriting is elegant and powerful: I'm going home first, so I won't bother godfather.

After reading the words written on it, Fei Dong crumpled the note and threw it into the trash can, lay down on the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly, and laughed softly after a while.

If it wasn't for his pressing this time, I don't know how long the child planned to hide from him.But knowing the reason, the matter was not resolved, but became more difficult.

He has talked about many relationships, but this time he didn't know how to deal with it.In the smog, he wondered vaguely, when did that child fall in love with him?

As night fell and the lights came on, the vehicles on the road came and went, either quickly or slowly, heading for their respective destinations.The neon lights are chasing after each other and shining brightly, contributing to a part of the bustling urban night scene.

During the violent running, Song Fanqing heard his heart beating at its peak. The rapid rhythm was also mixed with clear pain, as if someone was pinching his heart.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped, with his hands resting on his knees, gasping for breath.

The suffocation in the chest surged up and rushed to the throat.

He only exhaled heavily, lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, listening to the siren whistling past his ears.

It's over, it's finally over.

The things that have been held in my heart for a long time are exposed in front of the people who least want to know, and some of the burden is unloaded, followed by a huge shock of loss.

Fei Dong found out, and I'm afraid he won't treat him like before in the future.

For the growing feelings in his heart, this was the joy of raising the knife, but the sharp blade cut too fast, and the pain was so painful that it was hard to breathe, like a sharp weapon sharply grinding on soft flesh.

The blood flowed back from the head for so long that he was still in a trance when he straightened up.

People were coming and going, Song Fanqing clutched the hem of his clothes, and looked over blankly. The coffee shop opposite was brightly lit, and there were two men sitting by the window, one of whom he knew.

Song Fanqing stared at it for a while, then turned and left.

half an hour ago.

"Aren't you coming back for dinner?"

Yan Jun hummed, and said on the phone: "There is a temporary meeting, you can eat first, I will eat near the company after the meeting."

"Okay then," Chang Jiayu looked at the two dishes he made on the table, with a hint of disappointment in his tone. It seemed that the surprise couldn't be delivered, so he cheered up, "It's okay, I can eat it by myself, at night Come back early, I will wait for you at home."

"Well, go back and watch a movie with you."

Just as Yan Jun put the phone down from his ear and was about to put it in his pocket, a call came in.

He paused and quickly picked it up.

"Hey?"

No one spoke on the phone for a while, but the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Yan Jun thought it was a wrong call and was about to hang up when a strange but familiar voice came from the receiver.

"I'm Guan Xun, all these years... are you okay?"