Didn't get a new one after all.

There is a flower market near the filming location where Zhou Jinheng was staying recently. He took a fancy to a pot of white snowflakes early, and a pot of Tie Jasmine that he had seen in the small courtyard of the Jiang family, and he paid a deposit in advance. After a rain, two pots of flowers bloomed together. Zhou Jinheng took the intermission to see them and watered them.

The boss asked if he wanted to take it away today, Zhou Jinheng shook his head and said, "Let's keep it here first, please take care of it for a while."

The boss was puzzled and persuaded: "Don't you look forward to blooming when you raise this? Well, now that it's open, it's more appropriate to take it back to coax your wife."

Previously, Zhou Jinheng told his boss that his wife likes to grow flowers, but his current state of mind is very different from before. This cliff-like gap made him feel powerless, and he said casually: "He is still angry with me, I will take it back now. You might not be able to get in the house."

The boss was so happy when he heard it: "I thought it was only old men of our age who were afraid of wives, but I didn't expect you young people to be too."

The corner of his mouth covered by the mask lifted helplessly, Zhou Jinheng's eyes drifted away, and he whispered, "Yes, I'm afraid... how can I not be afraid?"

In the afternoon, I called my aunt to inquire about the situation, and my aunt said on the phone: "It looks the same as usual, even if he doesn't eat much, he refuses to ask him not to go out in the sun, but he bought a new umbrella by himself. Can't get sunburned."

Zhou Jinheng was stunned for a moment, and then heaved a sigh: "Well. The poor appetite may be because the weather is too hot. Let's do something light at night."

The aunt asked, "Is Mr. Zhou back for dinner?"

"I can't, I still have work." After a moment's pause, Zhou Jinheng continued, "If I go back, he won't be able to eat any more. Don't ask me in front of him, everything is just as he wants."

Before hanging up, he didn't listen to a single word of his aunt's consolation. After hanging up, Yang Chengxuan, who was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, smirked: "Those who didn't know thought you were the nanny of that family. Is there a point where you can't go back to your home? Are you raising a lover or offering a great Buddha?"

Since the last quarrel at the Jiang's house, Yang Chengxuan's words to Zhou Jinheng are even more yin and yang.

However, the relationship between the two from childhood to adulthood is so strong that they can't wear the same pair of pants. This little conflict will not affect the rock-solid friendship. When they have nothing to do or encounter difficulties, they will still think of each other. So Yang Chengxuan came to visit the class again. By the way, he got acquainted with the director of this variety show, and won the venue supply for the next filming part of the capital.

"Isn't the business deal over?" Zhou Jinheng didn't even look at him, "I'm going to rest, let's go."

Yang Chengxuan snorted and said while dusting the ashes, "I can still stay in the country for a month. At this juncture, I left a date and came to you. Not only did you not feel moved, but you also drove me away, aren't you?"

Zhou Jinheng sat down on the reclining chair, leaned back, closed his eyes and asked, "When are you talking to?"

"I don't think it's a target. It's not accurate to say that it's a gun friend. After all, I can usually chat a few words." Yang Chengxuan said indifferently, "He also learned to paint, but he is better at making clothes. Well, this is what I wore today. The shirt is what he made for me."

Talking about coming over and insisting that Zhou Jinheng take a look at his new clothes, Zhou Jinheng was very disgusted with his behavior of showing off his love in secret, frowning and pushing his face away: "Okay, see, don't force me to take you Kick out."

Yang Chengxuan didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and he said endlessly: "Did you not see it, how cute he looks when he steps on the sewing machine."

In contrast, the damage has increased exponentially, and Zhou Jinheng is very annoyed: "Then treat others well."

Putting out the cigarette in the ashtray, Yang Chengxuan smiled hilariously: "I'm very good to him, I'll give him what he wants, except for the name. Anyway, he doesn't necessarily want it, everyone comes out to play, why bother yourself. on these useless chains."

These words have the meaning of mocking Zhou Jinheng. The former Zhou Jinheng hated this shackle very much, and what he wanted most was to split it open and throw it away, but now he has turned his back on it, and took it up and wrapped it around his neck.

"Speaking of all these years, I really can't figure out your taste. I liked Fang Youqing's coldness when I was in school, and then I liked a fool. Now this person is a different person besides looking a bit like, look This violent temper will hurt your face and won't let you enter the house. At least I am well-behaved and sensible." The more Yang Chengxuan said, the more amused, "What do you like about him? It's a shame I got you a bunch of bad information last time. , you're not crazy after a long time, do you really use him as a substitute?"

Zhou Jinheng shook his head, not knowing which sentence he was answering.

Yang Chengxuan couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want to understand this time?"

I felt redundant after asking. The iron evidence was like a mountain, and he couldn't help not believe it. Besides, Zhou Jinheng was still very shocked when he saw the death certificate. No matter how he looked at his expression, he was completely desperate.

"He's dead." Zhou Jinheng said.

Yang Chengxuan heaved a sigh of relief: "Damn, your kid finally figured it out. After two days, my brother will arrange a dust-cleaning feast for you to celebrate you letting go of your obsessions and returning to the shore."

Zhou Jinheng closed his eyes, as if not listening. He felt that the word "obsessed" was used inaccurately. It was not that he insisted on doing this, but that he could only do it.

If a person dies, he can still use various means to numb himself and break his thoughts, but it is not the person that dies, but the heart.

His little fool left his heart on the mountain that night, and the inside was hollowed out, so he could only erect thorns all over his body to defend against him. Every previous resistance reminded him that his beating heart had not come back yet, and he suddenly had an epiphany when he saw the piles of certificates with the word "death".

People cannot be resurrected from the dead, and the same medicine is ineffective when the heart is dead.

Just as the weather showed signs of getting cooler, Tang Wenxi came to S City again.

This time, it was purely for fun, saying that the pigeons were released on the day of the trip, so simply came to see him.

Yi Hui asked, "Why does he always let you dove?"

Tang Wenxi shrugged: "So I also let him dove. He just sent a text message asking me to wait for him at home in the afternoon, and I replied 'ojbk'."

Yi Hui smiled and praised him for "really have you", but was a little worried in his heart, Tang Wenxi was obviously making a swollen face and making a fat man, in fact, it must be very uncomfortable.

His guess was verified in the evening. Tang Wenxi pressed the phone once he called. His face became more and more ugly to the naked eye. When he was on the roller coaster, the staff shouted for a long time, but he did not buckle his seat belt. Go over to buckle him, and pat him on the chest by the way, so that he doesn't get nervous.

In the process of slowly ascending, Yi Hui said: "I heard that when the roller coaster swoops down, shouting the other party's name will make the other party hear no matter where they are."

Tang Wenxi said that he didn't believe in this kind of crooked and heretical theory of deceiving children, but at the top of the roller coaster path, in the process of falling weightless and speeding, he shouted against the slightly cool evening wind: "Yang Chengxuan, you bastard!"

On another steep slope, he changed another sentence: "Yang Chengxuan, can you please not leave me!"

Everyone was screaming, and Yi Hui could hear it clearly because he was sitting close. He was not only sad that Tang Wenxi could only vent his distress in this way, but also envied that Tang Wenxi could at least find an outlet.

Unlike him, he can only keep his mouth shut and dare not say anything.

After getting off the roller coaster, Tang Wenxi patted Yi Hui's shoulder like no one else: "Okay, now playing such an exciting game, my face doesn't change and my heart doesn't beat. Now I can often fly home to find my mother."

Yi Hui smiled and didn't answer.

He wanted to go back to the town to see his mother and sister, but time didn't allow it. He is very clear about his position in this relationship. If he asks for something beyond the constraints and asks for something other than the agreement, he will definitely give something else in exchange.

Just like applying medicine to anyone who hurts, even if Zhou Jinheng doesn't mention it, he must take the initiative to do it. He wanted to end all the involvement in these 180 days, and the day he left that house would be a complete farewell, no nostalgia, let alone owe anything.

This is the last dignity that Yi Hui and the two generations can keep for human beings. This is true for those who are familiar, and it is even more true for Zhou Jinheng.

Therefore, when Jiang Xuemei, who was hospitalized, had other discomforts, and the specific cause could not be found in the county hospital several times, Yi Hui planned to go home for a few days. When the call came, my mother and sister were already ready to board the plane.

It was inconvenient to explain the reason on the phone, so Yi Hui had to admit that it was arranged by him, hung up the phone and knocked on the master bedroom door. Zhou Jinheng left work early today and is at home.

"Thank you for helping my mother transfer to another hospital." Yi Hui said straight to the point, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Zhou Jinheng seemed to expect him to come, so after opening the door, he turned around and walked back to the bed, slowly buttoning the buttons and saying, "Let's go out for dinner?"

Of course, Yi Hui would not take his casual question as asking for his own opinion. With the idea of ​​a quid pro quo, he went out with Zhou Jinheng with absolute obedience.

The road is not too far. There is a newly renovated shopping plaza in the city. The restaurant is also newly opened. At the southwest corner of the top floor, when you walk in, you can see a few huge glass columns with a dreamy and blurred glazed dome.

Even the design of the seats, ornaments and ceiling lights is exactly the same as in memory, this is clearly a branch of the restaurant in the capital.

Yi Hui remembered that he mustered up the courage to ask the clerk if he could open a branch in S City. The reason was that the capital was a little far away and he couldn’t come often. The clerk smiled and thanked him for his liking, and then told him that the boss didn’t want to open a branch because of the trouble, and he had already refused. Invitations from many cities.

So what's going on with the store he's in now?

Without thinking too much, a menu was already in front of him, and Zhou Jinheng asked him to order: "What would you like to eat?"

Yi Hui pushed the menu back: "I'm not hungry."

Zhou Jinheng ordered a few dishes, and Yi Hui listened carefully, most of them were sweet.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, Zhou Jinheng poured warm water for Yi Hui, and asked for wet napkins and small snacks in advance.

"This is his favorite restaurant." Zhou Jinheng said, "S City didn't have it before. It just opened last month, so I wanted to bring you here."

The atmosphere was rarely relaxed, and Yi Hui guessed that Zhou Jinheng might not have realized that the subjects of the two sentences were different. But this time he used "he likes it" instead of "you like it". Yi Hui couldn't refute it, but he was also a little relieved about his current sobriety.

At least he didn't see himself as the dead Yi Hui anymore. He would rather be a stand-in than be that fool again.

"You should bring him here, not me." Yi Hui said coldly.

Probably didn't expect to get a response, Zhou Jinheng smiled, and then thought that this response was for repayment, because he had just done him a big favor, his smile restrained a little: "I used to be bad to him, and I often missed appointments, he is sure now You don't want to go out with me."

Yi Hui didn't know if Zhou Jinheng's words contained any hints, but he just thought it was very similar to the exchange between him and the netizen named Dora Hem before they met.

It is impossible to appease him like before, Yi Hui blurted out without thinking, "How bad? Did you accidentally spill hot water on his hands?"

This is what Dora Hem told the little Huixia, and Yi Hui regretted it after saying it. It sounded too sharp and mean to say something a bystander would say, like he shouldn't have mentioned the word "death" on a rainy night.

He thought that he would feel relieved and feel the thrill of revenge after speaking, but he didn't. Looking at Zhou Jinheng's instantly grayed-out face, he was not only unhappy, but his chest became tight, and his breathing became stagnant and difficult.

This may be what people say about killing one thousand enemies and one hundred and eight hundred. While picking up the invisible knife and stabbing at the opponent, he was also slashed with blood by the blade in his hand.

Zhou Jinheng didn't seem to expect that he would take the initiative to bring up the past, so he was silent for a moment, and said, "No, I did it on purpose."

Yi Hui gritted his teeth and clasped his hands under the table: "Really... It seems that you hate him very much."

"Yes at that time." Zhou Jinheng didn't know what the stimulus was, he broke the jar and smashed it, and he didn't bother to decorate it again, "I didn't have the ability to fight against the elders, so I transferred the anger that had nowhere to go to him, bullying him, and at the same time. Unconsciously, I was attracted to him. The more I was attracted to him, the more I felt incompetent, but I didn’t think about why I always miss him, why I hate him, and the first thing that comes to my mind every time I finish work is to go home.”

Yi Hui desperately pushed himself to the position of the listener, but he clearly understood that this was a story that had happened to him.

Zhou Jinheng's sudden frankness frightened him, and his righteousness in explaining his own bad deeds made him even more frightened. The word "go home" was like a thorn in his heart, and it seemed to have weathered away long ago, but if anyone mentioned it, Still conditioned reflex pain.

Yi Hui flinched, and he clenched his hands: "Because you have nowhere else to..."

Zhou Jinheng didn't let him finish, he interrupted: "Because I love him."

The unspoken words dissipated in his throat, Yi Hui raised his head abruptly, hitting Zhou Jinheng's dark pupils, the shattering light reflected from the glass fell into his eyes, turning him into a soul hunter, trying his best to wake up his sleeping soul. .

Zhou Jinheng said again: "Because I fell in love with him."

He shouted "he" in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on "you".

There is no agreement of equivalent exchange, no self-righteous stand-in, Zhou Jinheng's eyes are only looking at one person from beginning to end.

So confident, so sure, just like him when we first met, like the fool who had loved him all his life.