Damn after breaking up with ex-boyfriend

The weather in November is already considered very cold in the north.

Yan Ping'an was sitting near the window, and there was a strong wind blowing outside, many passers-by wrapped up their long windbreakers, lowered their heads and necks, and walked forward.

Students in twos and threes passed by chattering and bouncing around. They took off their coats and tied them around their waists. Those who did not take off their coats were also pulled to the end, exposing the inner lining. Can't feel the cold.

Today is the 28th. He didn't intend to ask Zhong Jiushao out at this time of his birthday, but the other party didn't have a little time, so he had already made it clear. Yan Pingan checked the calendar several times, and finally I can only helplessly set the date on this day.

The coffee on the table was still smoking white smoke, and Yan Pingan lowered his head to take a sip from time to time, and occasionally looked up at the door, but every time he saw white-collar workers who came out to drink coffee either together or alone.

It has been more than an hour since the appointed time, Yan Pingan sighed lightly, relaxed his sitting position, finally took out his mobile phone and started playing boredly.

Winter is always dark and early, this coffee shop is open 24 hours, and in the evening there are already many people who plan to come to eat at the same time, Yan Pingan glanced out the window, pursed his lips and looked at his phone, once again It was found that there was no extra information except for a small red wire left.

And at this moment, the bell sounded again from the glass door of the coffee shop. Yan Pingan looked there subconsciously, and saw a man who seemed to be rushing over in a hurry, with a lot of snowflakes on his head and body The man looked around at the door, and when he saw himself here, he paused and walked towards this side.

What Yan Ping'an had prepared at the beginning, he couldn't say it the moment he saw Zhong Jiushao.

The person in front of him seemed to come here in a hurry, his hair was blown to a mess by the wind, and the coat on his body looked like it was picked up casually when he went out, and there was a lot of dirt and mud on it, but it was not I don't know if it fell in the snow.

As soon as Zhong Jiushao came in, he took a sip of coffee, took a sip, exhaled a breath of cold air, and said to Yan Pingan, "Have you been waiting?"

Yan Pingan shook his head, glanced at the time and said, "Fortunately, it hasn't been long."

After saying this, a very indescribable embarrassment suddenly appeared between the two of them.The central air conditioner above his head was slowly blowing down the wind, but Yan Pingan felt that he couldn't feel any warmth on his body, and even the hand holding the coffee cup was stiff.

In the end, Yan Pingan was the first to break the silence.He looked at Zhong Jiushao who had already lowered his head to look at the menu on the opposite side. He didn't seem to notice that he was looking at him at all. In such a short time, Yan Pingan had carefully shown his face that had appeared countless times in his writing before. I read it carefully.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Zhong Jiushao called the waiter. Although this is a coffee shop, there is no delay in eating, and there are both Chinese and Western food, but there are relatively few Chinese food.Zhong Jiushao ordered three steaks. It seemed that he was really hungry and wanted to eat meat.

Yan Pingan suddenly wanted to laugh again, he touched his nose, thinking that he might as well talk about it after eating.

"I just want some soup." Yan Pingan drew a circle behind the apple porridge, then watched the waiter leave with a tray, and said to Zhong Jiushao who took off his coat, "I have something to tell you after dinner .”

Zhong Jiushao nodded, and wiped his hands with a wet towel on one side. There were many small wounds on his hands, which could only be seen clearly when the two of them were close. I turned my head, but because they were all long-sleeved and trousers, I couldn't see anything other than the arms.

After using three or four wet wipes, Zhong Jiushao was finally clean.After a while, all the Kung Fu food came, and Yan Pingan didn't really want to eat, so he just picked the apples inside to pass the time.

Zhong Jiushao ate very fast, and after a while, the plate was bare and there was only a little bit of oil left.The two drank some water and sat for a while before Zhong Jiushao got up, picked up his coat and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The snow was still falling outside, and neither of them had an umbrella. Although it wouldn't melt immediately when it fell on their bodies, as long as it flew a little inside their necks, the coolness was enough to make them shiver.

The two of them are neighbors. Yan Ping'an's family lives in 2202, and Zhong Jiushao lives in 2201.Seeing that the community was about to arrive, Yan Pingan gritted his teeth, finally turned around, stood under the streetlight and said to the man beside him, "Brother Shao, I thought about it carefully, why don't we... take a break for a while to see Bar?"

The surroundings are not considered to be very quiet.They are right at the door now, in the airy place.There were so many people there during the day, and the noise was not so obvious. After nightfall, the wind suddenly became louder, as if a blower was operating crazily against one's eardrums.

Zhong Jiushao obviously heard what Yan Ping'an said. The man who was knocking on the phone with his head down stopped for a moment. He glanced at the phone that was still vibrating, compared the current situation on both sides, and quickly Putting the phone away, he said seriously, "Why?"

After the first and most crucial sentence was spoken, the rest seemed not so difficult.

Yan Pingan laughed at himself, squeezed his hands tightly into a ball inside his sleeves, curled his neck and sniffed, looked at the white smoke in front of him and said, "I'm too tired."

Zhong Jiushao said nothing, just looked at Yan Pingan quietly.

He is a head taller than Yan Pingan. Yan Pingan's 1.7m[-] can only be regarded as medium-to-high, but looking at his face, he always feels like a college student who has just left society. His face is clean and he is thinking about something. Always focused.

It's exactly the same at the moment. When explaining these things, he obviously worked very hard, but either because of some small things in his life in the past, or because they happened too many times, he couldn't even think of a thing that could be used as an example. To use a metaphor, I can only frown and say, "We have been together for three years, and we have been together since I graduated at 21. But have you ever counted, three years, the time we two have been together... In terms of days, it doesn’t exceed a month.”

And not only that, Zhong Jiushao disappeared for several months and half a year, and it was very difficult to contact him during this period.Even if you come back, it is difficult to stay for a long time. The time is to come back at night and leave immediately the next morning.

They have been together for three years since they confirmed their relationship, and they don't even know about each other's little habits. Such a short time together is not even as good as some young couples who have only been together for a few days.

Hearing what he said, Zhong Jiushao seemed to move his mouth, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything—after all, what Yan Pingan said was also true.

While talking, Yan Pingan was a little wronged, he looked up at the straight man standing in front of him, sighed suddenly, and said, "Perhaps I asked too much, brother Shao, I am still very tired now. Like you, it’s no different from before—the difference is that I admired you before, and I’m satisfied as long as I can meet you. But now I just want more.”

Zhong Jiushao nodded and said, "You said it three years ago."

Yan Pingan rubbed his nose, looked at Zhong Jiushao's warm face against the street lamps and his snowflakes on his head, and said, "Then... shall we all go home?"

Yan Pingan lived with his mother. He didn't go out to look for a job. Instead, he made money writing novels and drawing illustrations on the Internet. Able to be self-sufficient, and can be used as pocket money if signed or published.

And the most important reason why he didn't want to find a job was because his fucking health was not good.

On the contrary, he has lived in this community since he was a child, and he also knows that Zhong Jiushao moved here later, but he has never seen his parents, even during the holidays.

Later, his mother said that it might have passed away, and Yan Pingan didn't ask any more questions after that, and when they were together, they would subconsciously avoid this topic.

"Well, it's about time." Zhong Jiushao glanced down at his watch, then walked around in a circle on the spot, stretched out his hand and hushed Yan Ping'an's head, finally showed his first smile since he came back, and said , "I'm staying at home tonight."

"Hey." Yan Pingan dodged for a while, but didn't dodge Zhong Jiushao's big hand. Watching him remove the snow from his hair, he also knew that his current look would not look good, so he simply Giving up resistance, he muttered, "Don't treat me like a child."

After finishing speaking, he took two steps ahead. When he turned his head, he looked at the dark alley and Zhong Jiushao standing under the lonely street lamp at the end of the alley. In the end, he was jealous. He rubbed his nose and gave up on himself. Go forward with your head down.

How can he say that he has an unrequited love for Zhong Jiushao, and he has been unrequitedly in love with Zhong Jiushao for four years in college, and finally got together, and carefully waited for his news every day with his mobile phone, even if it was his own proposal to break up, but Yan Pingan thought about it, and thought it might be him He paid a little more, and he was still a little sad when he was really divided.

You don't need to touch it to know that his nose must be red from the cold. Yan Pingan blinked vigorously, then shrank his body, took a deep breath, and walked forward with big strides.

And Zhong Jiushao, who had been standing under the street lamp watching Yan Ping'an all the time, raised his footsteps after Yan Ping'an's figure was about to disappear into the darkness, and followed him casually. On the dark path, his footsteps were very loud. Obviously, Yan Pingan, who was in front of him, didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear anything.

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