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"Would you mind taking a walk with me?"

He said this as if asking for his opinion, but before Jian Mingcheng could respond, Fang Jungan turned around first, so Jian Mingcheng had no choice but to follow.

The two walked along the school road, kept walking, and halfway there, Fang Junqian couldn't help reaching out to touch the cigarettes. Jian Mingcheng saw it, and simply helped him throw the whole pack of cigarettes in his pocket into it. Trash can, save him from thinking about it all the time.

Fang Junqian seemed surprised by his actions, but after glancing at him, he swallowed a little irritably, and didn't make any accusations.

"I heard from Xiao Che that you are... working in China World Trade Center now? Didn't you always want to make a breakthrough in the capital? Why did you suddenly think of coming back to work this time?"

He seemed more calm as he spoke. "I want to go to the capital because it's closer to home. It's human nature for the elderly not to want their children to be too far away. This time I was only temporarily transferred to the branch here, and I will be transferred back at the end of the year. How about you?" He looked Xiang Jian Mingcheng asked, "Are you planning to work in Fuji University until retirement?"

"Retirement?" Jian Mingcheng didn't know what to think of, and suddenly burst out laughing.He didn't think so far, since his current life is so stable, he should be content with the status quo. Even if he wants to change jobs, he will have to wait until Jian Mingche gets married. At that time, she might ask him to go to the same place with her. City, but even if you think about it like this, you don't have to worry about it so early.

"Anyway, a day is a day. I'm happy on my own. I don't have to think about getting married or buying a house. It doesn't matter if I don't seek to make progress. As long as I don't freeze to death or starve to death, I'm fine."

"What about Xiao Che?" Fang Junqian asked him, "When are you going to tell her?"

"tell what?"

Jian Mingcheng pretended not to know, but then realized that he didn't need to pretend in front of him at all, so he said, "Wait, when the time is right..."

"Then when is the right time? When she graduates? When she gets married?"

Jian Mingcheng's face turned slightly cold, and he said: "I am her brother, even after she knows my sexual orientation, I will still be her brother. I am not worried about what will happen to her, but there is no need to tell her now."

"Then when is it necessary?"

Fang Junqian looked aggressive, Jian Mingcheng stopped, sighed, and said, "Forget it, I'll go back alone."

The implication was to ask Fang Jungan to leave, but he didn't move, but asked him: "How is that person? How far are you progressing now?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Jian Mingcheng felt that his unconvincing sophistry was too weak, and he was about to walk away, but Fang Junqian stretched out his hand to hold him.With a surge of anger in his heart, he violently shook off his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about what happens to us! Fang Junqian, you take too much care."

But Fang Jungan didn't pay attention to his words, and still asked: "Do you think you are serious? I don't want you to start a new relationship so hastily because you are angry with me..."

Jian Mingcheng snorted softly and said, "Why should I be angry with you? This is my private life and has nothing to do with you, so you can rest assured."

"When did you meet? Wasn't it after I came back? Have you ever kissed? Have you ever had sex? When you had sex with him, who were you thinking about?"

Jian Mingcheng shook his head, the person in front of him was simply unreasonable, why didn't he turn a blind eye to him from the beginning, and didn't detour him from the beginning?I'm really looking for guilt for myself!

"Xiaocheng, I know you still can't let it go, but you don't need to force yourself in this way. In the end, you are the only one who gets hurt."

"I'll say it again! Fang Junqian, this has nothing to do with you." His face turned cold and he said, "Sorry, I'm leaving first."

"Wait! Xiao Cheng!"

This time Jian Mingcheng ignored him, he walked faster and faster, but fortunately Fang Junqian did not catch up.What a terrible day, he thought, what a terrible day.

After coming out of Fuji University, Fang Junqian drove directly to the clinic. The doctor who often received him was not there, but another female consultant from the same clinic was there.

The female consultant said: "Doctor He is not here, it's so late after all..."

He nodded knowingly and said, "I didn't make an appointment in advance. If he's not here, then I'll come back another day."

He turned around to leave, but the female consultant stopped him and said, "Wait!"

Fang Junqian turned around, and today he also kept another person in the same way, although the situation was completely different from this time.The female counselor slowed down her voice and said again: "Please wait a moment. I think your mental state is not very good now. If you don't mind, can you talk to me?" She laughed, "This is just out of a Psychiatrists are professionally sensitive, you came here by car, but your current state is more dangerous than being drunk."

He kindly refused: "No, I think I can find a substitute driver."

Hearing this, the female consultant didn't want to keep her anymore, she nodded and said, "Well, I will tell Dr. He that you have been here, goodbye."

On New Year's Eve, Jian Mingcheng called Jian Mingche, both of them seemed to have forgotten the previous unhappiness, and started joking as usual.After all, this is a special day, and no matter how deep the contradiction is, it will be melted by the soft feelings at this time.

Jian Mingche's part-time job at the cake shop during the Chinese New Year has three times the salary for overtime work. She said that when she first signed the contract, she agreed that these days must be filled, but she still tries to come here after get off work at night.

"Well, I'll wait for you at the apartment at night." Before hanging up the phone, Jian Mingcheng reminded her, "This is just a part-time job, don't make yourself too tired. New Year's Eve..."

It seems that every year at this time, the big unsatisfactory can be resolved with a sentence "big Chinese New Year".

Jian Mingche smiled happily on the phone and said, "I know - I will definitely not treat myself badly, what about you? Brother - mine, red - bag -"

"I haven't forgotten." Jian Mingcheng teased with a smile, "I think about this every time, don't you only have money in your eyes?"

"No way!" She exclaimed exaggeratedly on the other end of the phone, "Am I that kind of person! Obviously, I only have my dearest brother in my eyes——"

"Slick tongue!" Although he seemed to be reprimanding her on the surface, he was still uncontrollably happy in his heart, and there was no harshness in his tone.

"Okay, that's it, I hang up."

Putting down the phone, Jian Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, he said to himself in his heart, nothing has changed.Immediately, he began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner for the two of them, and looked forward to the arrival of the night.

During the few days of the Spring Festival, the director was also celebrating the New Year. The crew of "Star Rock" was on holiday, so Gu Enzhong took Gu Zhao to the mall to buy new clothes for him, but Gu Zhao seemed to show a lack of interest in it.

Gu Zhao just arrived in Qingteng City a few days ago, and Gu Enzhong has never had time to accompany him, so he wanted to make it up to him on New Year's Eve.

During the period of the end of the year, Qingteng City, like all metropolises, inevitably became deserted, and this was even more so in the past few days.I don’t know if it’s because everyone stays at home and eats New Year’s Eve dinner with their families. The usually bustling and bustling shopping mall is very empty at a glance. There are not many customers in sight, and even the faces of the staff are very empty. They also looked absent-minded.Although everywhere is decorated with a grand traditional festive atmosphere, the air is even more indescribably lonely.

Gu Zhao, a 1.7-meter-eight tall man, came out of the fitting room and said, "Brother, I am no longer the age to like new clothes."

Gu Enzhong stood up from the sofa, he was a little distracted just now.He said: "Then what do you like, there is a fireworks festival in the central square, do you want to see it?"

Gu Zhao showed a very disappointed expression, but then forced himself to jump up and said, "Forget it, let's go back. Although the Spring Festival Gala is ugly, it seems that there is nothing to see except this."

As he said that he picked up the shopping bag and walked out, Gu Enzhong chased after him unhurriedly.When he walked to the entrance of the mall, Gu Enzhong raised his hand and patted Gu Zhao's shoulder in front of him.When he turned around, Gu Enzhong said to him: "Tomorrow, let's go to Harbin to watch the Ice and Snow Festival."

Gu Bao looked at him, tilted his head, and said, "Okay, anyway, I'll go wherever you go, Harbin is also good."

Jian Mingche didn't show up at the door until almost eleven o'clock. She rang the doorbell instead of taking the key to open the door.

Jian Mingcheng opened the door and looked at her, then heard her say: "Brother, I lost the key."

He asked helplessly: "How many times is this?"

Jian Mingche bit her lip to pretend to be pitiful, so Jian Mingcheng had no choice but to take what she was holding first, then let her in, and said, "I still have a spare, take it. It's in the closet in my bedroom. Find it yourself."

"okay."

Jian Mingche bought some cold dishes, and Jian Mingcheng cooks almost all hot dishes, the combination of the two is quite interesting.He went to the kitchen to reheat all the cold dishes, and Jian Mingche went to his bedroom to find a spare key.

After a while, when Jian Mingcheng was heating up the dishes, Jian Mingche appeared at the door of the kitchen with something, grabbed the door frame and asked him: "Brother, did you draw this?"

Jian Mingcheng was busy serving dishes, and without looking back, he asked her, "What are you drawing?"

Jian Mingche shook the thing in his hand and said, "This sketch. You can draw it as you like, and put it in a photo frame. It's too perfunctory."

Hearing what she said, Jian Mingcheng suddenly looked back, the plate in his hand tilted carelessly, and the hot soup flowed onto his hands, causing him to put down the plate in a hurry, and hurried to wash his hands under the faucet.