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At night again, Wang Ziqing went out to the night market and had dinner by the way.

He stopped by a bridge, he had gone far enough, he had to walk back later, because he didn't like the smell in the taxi, it made his stomach sick.

His living habits are messy, but his stomach is very delicate, so he pays special attention to eating.

A layer of gray smoke enveloped him, and he held a pack of cigarettes in his hand and one in his mouth, puffing.He has quit smoking for a while, but he can't stand it anymore. He can calm down when he smokes. After all, it is the credit of nicotine.He was addicted to smoking for a while and couldn't extricate himself. Later, he quit cruelly when he really had no money. He smoked so much that he had no money to eat, and his stomach hurt, so he quit.

His stomach will always punish him.

Wang Ziqing's eyes were empty, and his consciousness also flew freely, that is, the movement of smoking was as continuous as flowing water. When he finally regained consciousness, a pack of cigarettes was gone.He shrunk the cigarette case and left.

The doctor lied to him, the medicine was still not enough to satisfy what he wanted to do within the normal efficacy, so he took it for several days, and last night the dose was especially large.His medicine is not enough to support him for a long time, even for a few days, it is too little.Wang Ziqing simply stopped the medicine and did not take any medicine. He tied himself up most of the day, went out for a walk to eat when he became conscious, and continued to tie himself up again when he came back to estimate the time.The room he lived in was a real peace of mind.

On the third day of living his own life, he received a notification from Guo Ming, and he finally received the first message to thank him for finally remembering to charge his mobile phone.

It is announcement of single night.

Wang Ziqing couldn't help being a little amused. He didn't expect Guo Ming, who was 30 years old, to want to do this, so he agreed immediately.

Tomorrow, tomorrow.Wang Ziqing muttered silently, and then silently swallowed a few pills as preparation.The mood at this time should be a rare excitement, a little scared, but more excited.

It seems to have forgotten something, something that is about to start soon.

Guo Ming laughed at Wang Ziqing's message at home and wanted to cry. This was the last time he saw him when he was single, and he has been a married man since then.He doesn't know when Wang Ziqing will get married, maybe after that Wang Ziqing will never contact him again, some regrets are destined to become eternal regrets.

Yin Mei went out and went shopping with her best friend.After that, Guo Ming apologized to her.

Although the two have lived in this big city for several years, they still have some conservative ideas. Cohabitation before marriage is the bottom line, let alone such things.Yin Mei said it's okay, why should I apologize, we are husband and wife now.Guo Ming didn't say anything, he just thought that this sentence of sorry should be said to Wang Ziqing, maybe he heard something else.But some words are destined to be unspeakable.

Seeing his real person again, it really seemed like a world away, as if there was a world between them.You are at the door, I am on the side of the road.

In fact, he only invited Wang Ziqing alone on the single night. In fact, he didn't want to have a single night. The best relationship with him is 30-year-old family members. There is no need to go out to eat and drink, but apart from this , he didn't know what other reason he could use to ask the king to clear himself up; he had to mock himself why he couldn't just say that we haven't seen each other for a long time, you invite me and I invite you too, there is no such excuse, and it doesn't matter.

"Where are you, I will pick you up tonight."

"It's still the same hotel, I'll live there."

"I remember the place, I will pick you up at six o'clock in the evening."

"it is good."

Those few words remained in ink for a long time, and Guo Ming lamented that he really couldn't say anything more to Wang Ziqing, as their common language was pitifully small.

"Hasn't there been a live broadcast these days?"

"No."

"Aren't you afraid of falling powder?"

Wang Ziqing sent him a voice message, only three seconds later, Guo Ming held the phone to his ear and listened carefully: "..." He didn't speak, but he could only hear a smile on the other side.

"Don't be afraid." I typed him again.

"What are you doing? We're talking dryly."

"I can't see that you are still my fan. Guo Ming, you are so interesting."

"Ha ha."

This Wang Ziqing was a bit abnormal, and Guo Ming felt that the opposite was another person.

"Rest well, I'll pick you up at night." That's all he could say.

Wang Ziqing suddenly smashed the phone, the phone was strong enough, the screen was not broken, Wang Ziqing walked up and down the room, up and down.He suddenly sat on the ground and muttered something non-stop, he didn't know what he was muttering, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Suddenly his complexion changed, he clutched his stomach and rolled all over the floor, sweating from the pain, quickly drank the hot water in the thermos, and took a few painkillers before he could hold it steady.As if he had received the punishment he deserved, he lay motionless on the bed like a good baby.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the sun was about to set.It's almost sunset.

It was almost seven o'clock, Guo Ming's car arrived on time, and Wang Ziqing also came down on time to wait for him.The two people looked at each other, separated by a road, a road.

Guo Ming was driving the car, and Wang Ziqing was sitting in the co-pilot. The movements of the two were surprisingly consistent, looking ahead, and occasionally glanced at each other at red lights.

"Did anyone else be invited?" Wang Ziqing asked suddenly.

Guo Ming nodded and said, "They're all busy, so I didn't bother them." Then he asked, "See?"

Wang Ziqing was silent, and Guo Ming was also silent.When they chatted, they were really dry, and they didn't feel right about talking about anything, but they just wanted to say a few words to him.They can only be silent with each other, and they should realize that they don't need to speak, it is great luck to see each other.

After that year passed, the other party in their minds hadn't changed too much. They have always looked like they were in high school for so many years. When they really met, they became strangers and realized that neither of them had ever loved each other. The boy who used to be.

Wang Ziqing still didn't know what he was doing in City S. He came to see Guo Ming, but it was not enough, far from enough.Just seeing him is not enough.

His dead heart was about to rush out of his chest, and then erupted wantonly.

They sat at both ends of the dinner table, also silent, nothing could break the awkwardness between the two of them.

Wang Ziqing moved his chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth to eat; Guo Ming also moved his chopsticks to pick up the food on the plate.

"Say something, otherwise it's really meaningless." Wang Ziqing raised his eyebrows and said, "I know you don't want to see me."

Guo Ming took a sip of the wine, and the baijiu burned his throat a bit.

"You're getting married, and I'm barely your first love, although I haven't agreed yet." Wang Ziqing was bored picking at the vegetables, taking a bite from time to time, he was really hungry.

Guo Ming didn't answer him, but poured down the wine one gulp at a time, and Wang Ziqing didn't persuade him, which was ignoring him in Guo Ming's eyes.Just like that confession, he ignored it.

After a while, Guo Ming's face was flushed from drinking, and Wang Ziqing was six to seven percent full.

Wang Ziqing raised his glass and said, "Cheers."

Guo Ming ignored him and looked at him viciously. Wang Ziqing had no choice but to drink the glass of wine by himself. The wine was so spicy that his throat hurt.

"I have to ask you something, do you know?" Guo Ming's eyes were red, he stood up, Wang Ziqing had to look up at him.

Wang Ziqing suddenly laughed without letting him ask, and said, "Why do you still ask these questions, I have explained it clearly enough to you on the phone."

[Be a promising person, don't be like me. 】

He frowned, as if he was about to cry, Wang Ziqing was inexplicably distressed, oh and relieved.

He held Wang Ziqing's shoulder so that he would not run away or avoid this question, Guo Ming thought so.

"What's wrong with you, where did you go before, and what do you mean?" Guo Ming asked three questions in a series.

Probably because of drinking, Wang Ziqing was also a little unconscious and dizzy.

That's all stories you shouldn't know.

"Ziqing."

"Ziqing, tell me."

Wang Ziqing's body began to tremble again, but he stabilized when Guo Ming showed panicked eyes.His mouth smelled of blood, fishy, ​​and a little sweet.

【Ziqing, I like you. 】

There was that sentence again in my ear, outrageous and unethical, I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't bear it.

Because I like you too.This sentence has never been said.

Wang Ziqing raised his arms, put himself into the man's arms, and hugged him tightly.Almost crying out loud, who knows how he feels?

After gently pushing him away, the two looked at each other and smiled ugly.

Raising their glasses to each other, Guo Ming got drunk, but Wang Ziqing didn't drink much, because his stomach was complaining to him again.

The two went out with their arms, not knowing where to go, and they didn't want to go back anyway.

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