Golden Suit Brothers

Only this time did Gu Jiacheng know what it means to be broken in love. After returning to the company to ask for leave, he tried his best to support himself and returned to the apartment. He smashed himself on the sofa, his chest was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, tears didn't come out, his eyes were burning, but there were bursts of tears. blackened.

The phone has been turned off, he knows that fifteen cents has called him a lot and sent him a lot of text messages, but now he really can't go to see him or listen to him calmly.

Gu Jiacheng kept thinking, what are the phone calls and text messages these days? Could it be that he really didn't feel that the conversation between the two had already exceeded the limit?Could it be that he really just regards himself as an ordinary friend?Could it be that the tenderness and affection when speaking are just my own illusions?

A splitting headache, unable to think, unable to analyze.

He covered his face with his hands, fingers slowly getting wet.

I slept for more than ten hours without black and white, and when I woke up, it was completely dark, I don't know what time it was late.

Time is a good medicine to cure broken love, and sleep is an aspirin, taking it will not hurt for a while, but it cannot cure it.

He sat up, scratching his head indiscriminately, his chest was as empty as a black hole, and his dull nerves told him to go for a walk, otherwise he might go crazy in the next minute.

He raked his hair indiscriminately, put on a sweater, grabbed his wallet keys and went out. When he walked out of the apartment building, he felt the wind on his feet, only to realize that he came out with slippers on.

whatever.

The only route he can remember is the small shop.

He walked slowly and looked all the way. It was probably very late, and there were not many people walking on the side of the road.The dim light cast his shadow on the ground, long touching the next lamp post.He thought that the middle of this shadow should be hollow, because a big hole had been blasted out of his heart, leaving nothing behind.

It should be cold on his body, even though it is spring, it is still cold in spring, not to mention that he is wearing thin clothes, but he doesn't really feel it.

The feet are deep and the feet are shallow, and the heart is hot and cold, and the cavity is full of space and space.

Suddenly he realized that he was only walking with his head buried in his head. He had already passed the small shop and turned around again. He opened the door and walked in, feeling as if it had been several years since the last time he came to the small shop.

The little girl greeted him with a smile, and he nodded in response. He saw the poster under the glass at a glance, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Have you started to like Wu Jiacheng?" the little girl asked with a smile.

He was speechless and nodded.

"Have you heard his every moment? That's my favorite!"

Gu Jiacheng shook his head, actually he didn't quite understand what the little girl was talking about.

"I haven't even heard this song, are you a fan?" The little girl said confidently, "Let me play it for you." She tapped twice on the computer connected to the stereo in the store, The light music was changed to a piano prelude from weak to strong. "My dad doesn't allow me to play Wu Jiacheng's songs in the store. I'm making an exception today to attract fans like you."

Gu Jiacheng nodded silently, only then did he realize that even Wu Jiacheng is cute and likable, fifteen cents is still the best, nothing else.

Drum beats were added to the piano rhythm, and the singer sang: "I believe in love but don't believe in you, I can't avoid love but I can't avoid you——."

Gu Jiacheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a violent drumbeat hit his eardrums. He looked at the little girl who was shaking her head and enjoying the music in disbelief.

"Whose song is this?" He asked tremblingly, listening to the voice that was so familiar singing.

The little girl stopped her body shaking with the rhythm, and stared at him angrily: "Wu! Jia! Success!"

Gu Jiacheng's mind was turned backwards in an instant, [-] cents made the wrong phone call because of a broken relationship, [-] cents was secretive about work, sensitive to the name Wu Jiacheng, Jiazi's nickname, the mischievous smile that day in the bathroom——

He opened his mouth, he wanted to speak, he couldn't speak, and a large cluster of fireworks exploded in his chest and brain.

He will roar, he will tear, he will run.

So he actually ran out the door with his slippers on, standing on the empty road and under the dark sky, shouting:

"Wu Jiacheng! I love you! Wu Jiacheng! I love you! I love you!"

After shouting, there was still a breath in his chest, so he simply yelled "Ah--".

You should not be able to see the stars at night in Beijing, but Gu Jiacheng felt that he not only saw but also saw the stars in the style of Van Gogh. *

The lights in the surrounding upstairs gradually turned on, and many people poked their heads out to see the psychopath. A young boy shouted: "I love Wu Jiacheng too! But I won't stand on the main road at twelve o'clock in the evening and love him!"

The smile on Gu Jiacheng's face could not be removed no matter what, and it tended to expand: "I love you!" He shouted, pointing his thumbs in all directions.

Turning his head, he found the little girl in the shop with her head between the two doors, and asked cautiously, "Am I successful in Amway?"

According to the itinerary planned by Trump, Wu Jiacheng flew to four cities a day, appeared on eight shows, and slept for two hours. He kept asking Sister May for a mobile phone, and he wanted to contact Gu Jiacheng. Don't let him be sad for too long, he didn't intend to make him sad.

It's a pity that Sister May is always stern and selfless under pressure. Work comes first. She puts Wu Jiacheng's mobile phone in her bag and doesn't allow him to touch the mobile phone for a second. If she has a little spare time, she will press Wu Jiacheng. Jiacheng let him sleep and rest, asking him to keep his voice and image in the best condition.

Wu Jiacheng hated himself so much for making that joke that day, it was so bad.

After nearly 60 hours of continuous rotation, this crazy publicity ceremony is finally going to be suspended for the time being. Sister May is very satisfied with Wu Jiacheng's performance in the past two days and returned the phone to him in advance.

Wu Jiacheng caught the mobile phone like a person who has been hungry for three days and touched a piece of dry bread. He quickly turned on the mobile phone, but the screen of the mobile phone was completely black: "Sister May, the mobile phone is dead!" He yelled in horror.

Sister Ah May was in a good mood and teased him with a smile: "You put some electricity on it."

Wu Jia begged thousands of times to get the power bank from Sister May, but it was almost out of battery. He connected the cable and couldn't wait to turn it on. He didn't care how many text messages and missed calls were on the screen. , turned to MR. Wrong's number and dialed it, and the other party answered it almost immediately.

"Wu Jiacheng...I..." The voice was intermittent, and the signal was very bad

"What, what?" Wu Jiacheng held the phone and wished he could get to the other end of the phone.

"Xuanwumen Church...the wedding...now...you come—" the voice stopped abruptly.

He stared straight at the phone with the screen dimmed, and screamed, "It's out of battery!"

Aunt May crossed her legs and gave him a supercilious look: "What's it called? That's a power bank, not a generator."

This was the third hour when the phone was out of battery. In order to save time, Wu Jiacheng ended the next two announcements and a song playing program very efficiently, so Sister May agreed with him to change the return ticket and return to Beijing in advance.

Never felt that the time was so difficult, Wu Jiacheng once again asked the stewardess to tell the captain if he could go faster, the stewardess politely and enthusiastically told him that he was already flying very fast, and asked him to sign the fifth name by the way.

Wu Jiacheng managed to charge up the battery before the flight, but it was a pity that there was electricity, and phone calls were not allowed on the plane.He was so anxious that he wished that this was a fighter jet, and he could drive all the way to pacify Beijing.

110 minutes passed unbearably.

Fortunately, the plane finally landed, and Wu Jiacheng rushed out without hesitation, rushing out of Asia to the world like a little tiger.

joke.He just got into the nanny van like Mr. Lust Caution Ri Yi.

He asked the driver to reach Xuanwumen Church as quickly as possible within the scope of the law.

It was getting dark, and it was rush hour. The car was moving extremely slowly, and the lights on both sides of the road were brilliant. Wu Jiacheng was burning in his eyes when he saw it.He had already made more than a dozen calls, but Gu Jiacheng didn't answer. From the intermittent calls, he didn't know whether Gu Jiacheng recognized him or not.

The car was stuck on the road, and the speed of the tortoise was even faster than this. The driver turned to him and asked, "Actually, this is quite close to Xuanwumen Church. Turn right at the next intersection and it will be a few hundred meters away. If you are in a hurry—" He said Before the words fell, Wu Jiacheng had already shot out like a cannonball.

He had never run so fast before, the scarf dangling around his neck like kite string.

Run faster!Run faster!

At this moment, all he could see was the cross spire of the church not far away.

Wu Jiacheng crashed into the door of the church, and the inside was empty, only a few side lights were still on, so it would not be pitch black.

He took a few steps forward slowly, dragging his tired legs and slumped on the bench behind him.

What if... really?

No, it won't be his wedding.

He just fell out of love not long ago.

What if the ex-girlfriend got back together?I happened to break his heart again.

Also... very likely, isn't it?

Wu Jiacheng tried hard to convince himself that the two voices in his head were arguing louder and louder, so loud that he couldn't hear other voices.The door of the church was still open, and the cold wind was blowing from behind.

pat.

A drop of water landed on the back of his hand, which was pressed tightly against his leg.

He bit his lower lip hard, telling himself not to cry, but the tears kept pouring out.

Why are you making that joke?

Why didn't he tell him that he was the person he was looking for?

Why wasn't he honest when he asked his name?

Why... so painful?

"Wu Jiacheng?" A voice sounded from the door.

He looked back.

It's that person.

It's that person!

He stood up and staggered forward a few steps. His body was exhausted, and his eyes were blurred by tears, but his heart was suddenly filled with great joy. This joy was like a big bang in the universe. The Milky Way filled his limbs with hundreds of skeletons.

That person also ran towards him, and the distance was getting closer and closer, so close that he could see the mole on the other person's face clearly even under the dim light.

Wu Jiacheng's throat was choked and he couldn't speak. He stretched out a hand and grabbed the other party's cuff, and asked sobbingly, "You, did you—"

Gu Jiacheng grabbed him with his backhand, pulled him hard, and wrapped his arms around his body, so tight that he felt that his ribs were crushed and painful.

"Wu Jiacheng, I only have you."

His tears were still running out habitually, but happiness rushed from the bottom of his heart to his face, and he hugged Mr. Wrong with his backhand, holding him equally tightly.

"Gu Jiacheng, I miss you so much."

*Please note that this refers to Van Gogh's starry sky, which is the painting where all the stars are turned into circles.

The author has something to say: I need to explain that the original preparation ended here, but for some reason, it continued.