process

Gu Kuang looked anxiously at the increasingly dark sky outside the window, feeling more and more anxious.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a sound of the door opening.

He jumped up from the sofa, bit his lip tightly, and stared at the door with trepidation and hope.

Seeing him here, Song Yuan froze for a moment: "...Why are you here?"

Gu Kuang tried his best to smile: "Ex...Senior, I cooked for you."

Song Yuan glanced at the dining table, and sure enough, as usual, three dishes and one soup, the bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, as if waiting for someone to sit down and eat.

"No need. You go back first."

Gu Kuang asked unwillingly: "...Senior, do you still have to go to the hospital?"

"I just came back from the hospital." Song Yuan glanced at him, was silent for a while, and added, "Did you go to Xingyuan?"

"I……"

"He said you've been crying and looked pitiful, and he asked me to forgive you."

Gu Kuang looked at him blankly.

"Gu Kuang, I hope you understand that this is a matter between us, don't get involved with other people. I didn't make this choice impulsively. I thought about it for a long time, but I still insist. Gu Kuang, we are not suitable. "

"But you like him...if it wasn't for him...you wouldn't break up with me...I apologized to him, do you think it's not good enough, senior, I will do anything, don't do this..." Gu Kuang's expression gradually became desperate, and his voice choked up again.

"That's not the case. Gu Kuang, you still don't understand. It has nothing to do with Xingyuan, it's my fault, it's my fault that I didn't do well enough." Song Yuan looked at him helplessly.

Gu Kuang stared at him blankly.

Song Yuan wiped his tears with the palm of his hand: "Don't cry. Listen to me. I know I can't blame you for this matter, it's not your fault. I was too excited last time, so I didn't understand it, and I was inexplicably right When you lose your temper, it’s actually me that’s wrong. It’s because I haven’t done well enough to make you feel so insecure, and you’re always worried that I won’t let you go. I’ve thought a lot these days, and it’s because I can’t give you enough I have turned you into this, you take me too seriously, you shouldn’t live for me, you should have your own life, so we can’t be together.”

Gu Kuang wailed, like a child abandoned by his mother, tightly clutching the clothes on Song Yuan's chest: "It's not like this...it's my fault...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Song Yuan looked at him sadly and helplessly, everything clearly indicated that it was irreversible.

Gu Kuang became more and more flustered, grabbing Song Yuan's clothes tightly: "I don't want...I was wrong...Don't do this...I don't want..."

Song Yuan's attitude was extremely firm, he stayed with Gu Kuang all the time, and when the latter finally stopped crying, he said, "I'll take you home."

When we arrived downstairs at Gu Kuang's house, Gu Kuang refused to get out of the car, Song Yuan said, "Good boy, go back. Get a good sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

Gu Kuang was tearful, pulling Song Yuan's sleeves with both hands stubbornly, begging him silently.

Song Yuan closed his eyes, hardened his heart and opened his fingers.

Gu Kuang grabbed tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to tear Song Yuan's sleeve, but it was still completely torn apart.

"It's okay if you don't want to come to work tomorrow, I'll ask you for leave. From now on, I'll be your senior, so you can still come to me if you have something to do. Now go upstairs and have a good sleep." Song Yuan gently instructed.

Gu Kuang's heart was ashamed, he got out of the car in a daze, and walked out step by step like a walking corpse.

Song Yuan saw that the light in his room was on, so he drove away.

Knowing what happened, Dai Zhu and Lin Yufeng came to see Lu Xingyuan in a hurry.

As soon as Lin Yufeng entered the ward, he found Chi Jinglan and asked Lu Xingyuan with his eyes.

Lu Xingyuan ignored it, Dai Zhu asked for warmth, and Lin Yufeng could only focus on his injury.

Lin Yufeng asked, "Why don't you see your uncle and aunt?"

"I didn't want them to worry, so I kept silent."

"You," Lin Yufeng nodded his head, "If you don't talk about such a big event, you won't be able to contain the fire in paper, so you should tell them earlier."

"I know I know. I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Where is Song Yuan? He doesn't know, doesn't he?"

"How is it possible? Brother went to work, and came here after get off work."

"Oh," Lin Yufeng turned his eyes around, and said maliciously, "Sir, we met before. Isn't it your general manager? Why are you here to take care of you?"

Chi Jinglan glanced at Lu Xingyuan.

Lu Xingyuan hurriedly said: "Our general manager just came to condolences to the injured employees, and he will go back later."

Lin Yufeng looked at Chi Jinglan suspiciously.

Chi Jinglan said: "I told you just now that I will stay tonight."

Lu Xingyuan glared at him.

There was a mysterious smile on the corner of Lin Yufeng's mouth, and he looked at Lu Xingyuan, as if he had attracted me from the truth.

"Ah Feng, what's wrong with you? The corner of your mouth is cramp?" Dai Zhu asked blankly.

Lin Yufeng gave him a supercilious look.

Later, when Song Yuan came over from get off work, a group of people were talking, and it was getting late. Song Yuan sent Lin Yufeng and Dai Zhu to the hotel.

After sending people off, Song Yuan went back to the hospital.

Just happened to meet Chi Jinglan who came out of the ward, his eyes met, Chi Jinglan spoke first: "He was very happy just now, and now he is tired, so he went to bed."

Song Yuan nodded: "Thank you."

Chi Jinglan frowned: "This is my job."

Song Yuan said: "Come here and have a chat."

Chi Jinglan followed behind him, the two walked to a secluded corner, and Song Yuan lit a cigarette.

"What do you want to say?" Chi Jinglan asked.

"It can be seen that you like Xingyuan very much. You were clearly together before, why did you break up? During those days, he had a very bad life."

Chi Jinglan was silent for a while: "He didn't tell you?"

"He didn't say, he just said that you don't like him." Song Yuan smiled shortly, "But I can also guess that the person who is sorry for him must be you. But he is so kind, and he won't speak ill of others behind his back. of."

Chi Jinglan hesitated for a while, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat: "I had a lover before, named Lu Fang. Their eyes are very similar."

Song Yuan threw the cigarette on the ground, punched Chi Jinglan in the face, and said angrily, "What the hell are you using Xing Yuan as a stand-in?!"

Chi Jinglan staggered a bit, the corner of his mouth was cut and blood was oozing, but he didn't fight back: "I'm sorry for him."

Song Yuan waved his fist angrily again: "I'm sorry?! What's the use of being sorry? Damn you, do you know how he got here in those days? You still dare to appear in front of him now?"

Chi Jinglan looked sad and guilty.

Song Yuan wanted to punch a third time. Seeing his embarrassed face, he lowered his fist resentfully, but his anger was still lingering: "What about now? Do you feel guilty or do you like him?"

Chi Jinglan was firm: "I like him."

"..." Song Yuan let out a long breath, "If you do something that I'm sorry for Xingyuan again, I won't let you go."

Chi Jinglan was a little surprised: "...you have no chance."

Song Yuan turned around and left.

"You are far away..." Chi Jinglan hesitated to speak.

"For me, Xingyuan is just a good junior."