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weekend.

Today I can sleep late, and Pu Cheng is very cooperative and has not gotten up, so he sleeps until 08:30 before getting up to make breakfast.

Pu Cheng asked: "Didn't you have an appointment with a friend today?"

"Only at night." Ye Cong replied.

"I really want to go out to get some air." Pu Cheng stretched his waist, and when he stretched halfway, he found that he had scratched the wound, and stopped again.

"Let's go, let's go downstairs and take a stroll, I really want to visit this neighborhood too." He stood up and looked at Pu Cheng, "Let's go, let's go while the sun is not bright."

"Wait for me, change your clothes." Pu Cheng went into the bedroom to change without waiting.

The two went downstairs to the pavilion in the square of the community. There are several such four-post pavilions around the square. There are many elderly people in the morning and young people in the evening.The sun in August is actually very hot, but the sun after [-] o'clock in the morning is not too harsh, and the weather is especially good for the two of them.

But soon the sun came up, and I had to force people back home.As soon as he got home, he went to the kitchen, took a few sips of a cold drink from the refrigerator, and drank it upside down.When he came out and saw Pu Cheng resting on the sofa, he poured a glass of warm water and handed it to the other party.

"The weekend without activities is too difficult." He sat next to Pu Cheng, "It's better to go to work."

"It's okay, I'm used to it. I stay at home when I'm not going to work, watching TV, reading books, or going to the bar to sing and occasionally travel." Pu Cheng drank half of the water in the glass.

"I'm curious about a question. You are handsome and your condition is not bad. Why don't you talk about a girlfriend?"

Pu Cheng turned his head to look at him, then looked down at the water glass in his hand, drank the rest of the water, was silent for a few seconds, and said to Ye Cong: "Why do you have to find a girlfriend? Didn't you also look for it? "

Ye Cong really wanted to answer because I'm still young, but he wasn't sure if this would hurt Pu Cheng's heart, so he thought for a while and changed the subject, "Then are you going to settle down in City Z?"

The smile on Pu Cheng's face was reduced by three. It's not difficult to see that he didn't want to talk about any of these topics, but he still answered politely: "Yes, settle down, live alone."

Ye Cong is not stupid, seeing the reluctance of the other party, he laughed at himself: Why do you think about so many people's affairs?There are a lot of broken things by myself.First think about how Liu Tao asked him to ask for Yang Huguo's WeChat account; then think about how to have a good talk with Song Yajun for dinner tonight.

In the afternoon, the two watched TV for a while. Originally, Ye Cong said to play mobile games with Pu Cheng, but Pu Cheng didn't usually play these games.Pu Cheng asked him if he wanted to play on the computer, he could go to the room to play, just download any game.

Downloading a game for at least a few hours, playing it once and not playing it, the price is too high, so I simply don't play it, let's save this time for a nap, he doesn't like playing games in the first place.

Halfway through the TV, Pu Cheng fell asleep on the sofa.Pu Cheng occupied the land, so he had no land, so he could only make do and lay half in the corner.The air conditioner in the room was low, so he casually put the thin blanket on Pu Cheng's body, and fell asleep with his head on one side in a daze.

He didn't wake up until his neck was so stiff and painful, and he tried to straighten his cramped neck several times before opening his eyes.However, when he opened his eyes, he saw that Pu Cheng was looking at him, his out-of-focus vision was filled with emptiness, and his expression was a little desolate.He couldn't understand the look, but he felt uncomfortable, and asked Pu Cheng, "Why are you staring at me so strangely?"

Disturbed by his words, Pu Cheng regained his senses and adjusted his expression, and said with a smile: "You look good, let's appreciate it."

Even if it was just a joke, he didn't expect the other party to say it so openly, he didn't even know how to answer it, so he simply didn't answer it.Picking up the phone to check the time, it was 3:[-], and Song Yajun sent him a message: What time is it?

It was sent half an hour ago, and he replied: Around 6 o'clock, you go there first, I will rush over from another place.

After thinking about it, let's help Pu Cheng make dinner first, then got up and went to the kitchen.

"Why are you going?" Pu Cheng saw that he didn't speak.

"I'll cook for you."

"How long has it been since you had lunch?" Pu Cheng laughed, "Go to work first if you have something to do. I have no problem with a meal, so I can eat whatever I want. Don't keep taking care of the life I want."

Ye Cong thought about it, and it seemed right.Pu Cheng recovered quite well, and it is true that he is not unable to take care of himself, and it is too exaggerated to say that he can cook dinner at 03:30.He simply came back and sat down again: "I'll wash the dishes for you later before leaving."

He didn't go out until almost five o'clock, when everything was arranged here.After driving for more than an hour to the western restaurant, I found that Song Yajun was already waiting in the private seat, and it seemed that he had been here for a while.The waiter led him to walk over. Song Yajun looked up and saw him, and said with a smile, "Here we are."

"I've been waiting for a long time. It took me a while to come here." He took the menu from the waiter.

"No, I just arrived for a while." Song Yajun put down the water glass in his hand.

I ordered two French steaks, and Song Yajun ordered a bottle of red wine.When I came here in high school, I always ordered drinks, not wine.

It's just not the same now as before.

Song Yajun raised his red wine glass and said to Ye Cong, "It's been a long time since we drank together."

The last time we drank together was at the graduation party three years ago. Thinking of this, I felt quite emotional: "There will be opportunities in the future."

Just as their wine glasses touched each other, the other party said, "I'm going back to school."

There is still a period of time before leaving school, and it doesn't have to be so early in advance.Ye Cong didn't know: "Are you going back so early?"

"Well, I will work there after graduation, and there will be fewer days when I come back." Song Yajun took a sip of red wine.

Does this mean that she will continue to avoid him?

"Is it because of me?"

"Not all, but in the past three years, I have become familiar with it, and the circle of friends has also been established there." The other party smiled helplessly: "Actually, I have thought about it a lot in the past few years. something..."

Ye Cong was silent, looking at the wine glass in his hand.

"We can't go back to the past."

When his best brother said this to his son, it was difficult for him to express what kind of mood he was feeling now.Such an understatement must have made Song Yajun feel uncomfortable at this time.

"I tried, but no, I can't do it."

He didn't know how to stay any longer, if he continued to listen to such words, he would regret appearing here today.This kind of time is the most difficult. Originally, the two of them planned to sit down and have a meal together, but now who has the heart to eat this meal?

Fortunately, the waiter brought the steak to the table at this time, which temporarily eased the atmosphere.

Ye Cong finally stopped being silent, and raised his eyes to give Song Yajun a smile: "Let's eat first, and see if the taste of this steak is still the one you liked before."

Song Yajun picked up the knife and fork, started to scratch the beef in front of him, took a bite and shook his head: "No."

"Isn't it? I eat the same taste..."

The other party smiled, "Well, the taste has changed a little bit. But it's not the taste I remember, maybe the chef has changed."

Later, in order to avoid a more depressing atmosphere, both of them chose to avoid talking about the things they wanted to talk about, and turned to talking about irrelevant topics, and the red wine on the table was not consumed much.Both of them seem to understand what this meal means.

After that, Song Yajun said to go to the coffee shop next door, so he went to the next door.In fact, the relationship between the two has reached freezing point, how could he not know?

Song Yajun held the coffee in his hand, but didn't intend to drink it, "Ye Cong."

"Huh?" He responded.

"What have you been thinking for the past three years?"

Song Yajun would throw this kind of question to him, but he knew very well that there was always only one answer this person wanted. "What do you think?" But now, he would rather play dumb.

"Don't you understand what I mean?"

"I have always regarded you as your best friend, dearest brother."

Song Yajun was calm and calm on the surface, but the coffee cup in his hand suddenly dropped two drops. Fortunately, no one saw him. The question he raised was turned into a sharp knife by the other party and stabbed at him. They stood at their respective angles and refused to compromise. Unwilling to back down.He didn't want to sit down anymore.What else?How many times has he thought about giving up, but if it is so simple to give up, why does he need to hide from the leaves, and he has not had the courage to see him for three years?

"Let's go." Song Yajun didn't want to recall the past anymore, and there would be no change if he continued to talk, he got up and said.

"Where are you going?" Ye Cong stood up, and at the same time the phone rang, it was Pu Cheng's message: What time will you be back?Or come back?

He checked the time, and it was 10:30, Pu Cheng usually went to bed early at this time.Quickly replied a few words: There is still a while, you rest first, and I will take you to the hospital tomorrow to have the stitches removed.

Pu Cheng: Well, then you should be careful.

Song Yajun had already left first, he grabbed his phone and chased after him, "Are you going back?"

"Aren't you going back?"

"I'm taking care of a sick friend and staying at his house." Ye Cong replied.

"...No wonder." Song Yajun smiled thoughtfully.

"what?"

"I said, why don't you come with me, you don't live at home."

"Yes." Ye Cong replied.

"Then if you don't come home with me, do you want to take a taxi?" Song Yajun asked.

"Let's take you back first."

"No need to send it off, you can go, I can go back by myself." Song Yajun refused him.

Ye Cong didn't care whether he accepted or rejected, and walked in the direction of home on his own.

"Ye Cong!" Seeing that his refusal was rejected, Song Yajun chased after him.This is a bustling big intersection, the brightly lit street stretched the figures of the two for a long time, and the person in front turned to look at him in response.

"Hold me again, treat me like a brother, a friend, whatever."

This is Song Yajun's original words heard by Ye Cong, it doesn't matter what it is, just give him a hug, almost begging.But before he could react, Song Yajun had already moved closer and wrapped his neck around his neck, causing his hands to freeze in mid-air.

If it was before, what is this kind of hug?But how can it be the same now?Different.It was probably hard for him to understand Song Yajun's feeling of not being able to get what he wanted.

However, he just didn't have such feelings for Song Yajun.

In the end, he put his hands on Song Yajun's back and patted it lightly, whether it was comforting or saying goodbye, whatever was fine.Cars and people were coming and going at the intersection, and neon lights were shining all over the sky, shining on the two of them, it was inevitable to avoid them.

"You go, I want to go back alone." Song Yajun's attitude became indifferent.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, Song Yajun had disappeared at the intersection.Make sure you can't see it, can't find it.It was the same three years ago, and it will be the same three years later. He never thought of catching up with him from the beginning to the end.