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The center is tightly guarded.

It is absolutely impossible to sneak out.

Cheng Xilie has tried many times and failed many times, so he naturally knows this well.

But there is a trick, maybe you can try it.

director's office.

Dean Liu ate so much during the Chinese New Year that even his round bald head became more shiny.

On the first day of work, he hid in the office and soaked a pot of thick Pu'er to drain the oil.

I poured a cup, brought it to my mouth, and slowly blew on the cooling air, "Zi Liu~"

"Dangdangdang!"

"Ouch!"

The sudden knock on the door made him burn his mouth.

Dean Liu was furious: "Who is it!"

The office door swung open.

A tall and thin figure squeezed in, and closed the door behind him tightly.

"Cheng Xilie? What are you doing?" Dean Liu angrily held the mirror to see if his mouth was blistered.

Cheng Xizheng took two steps closer, put his hands on the desk, bent down, and lowered his voice: "Dean, are you still interested in what you have been wanting from me for these years?"

Dean Liu's eyes broke through the heavy siege of fat, and stared a little round: "Why did you suddenly figure it out?"

"Because..." Cheng Xilie narrowed his eyes slightly, and exchanged glances with Dean Liu, "I have something to ask."

Two hours later, Cheng Xilie got on the bus from the center.

The car was old and the wind was blowing everywhere, but Cheng Xilie was sweating in the cold wind that enveloped him.

He leaned his head against the car window weakly, his usually bright red lips were pale pale.

It doesn't matter whether the scenery is beautiful or ugly, the important thing is that every time they step back, the distance between Cheng Xilie and Li Jin gets closer.

There was a scorching light in Cheng Xilie's tired eyes, because he was doing his best to come for him.

The shuttle bus has a stop in the art district, and Cheng Xilie remembers that it is less than 10 minutes' drive from Li Jin's home.

He got off the bus with difficulty and stood at the station bewildered.

He didn't know how to take the subway, and he didn't know which way to take the bus, so he asked passers-by about the taxi pick-up and drop-off points, and only when he got on the bus did he realize that he didn't know the address of Li Jin's home.

"I said young man, do you know where you are going?" The driver was also very distressed seeing his distressed expression.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I don't know what the road is called. It is a villa area, all of which are four-story single-family villas. There are big plane trees on the side of the road, and it is next to an ancient building protection area. You know Is it such a place?" Cheng Xilie tried to recall the characteristics of Li Jin's house.

"Oh! You should be talking about Gongguan Road, the most expensive and high-end neighborhood in the city." The driver glanced at Cheng Xilie from the rearview mirror. He was wearing clothes and famous brands sent by Li Jin.

"Are you going to see your friends?" the driver asked.

"Yes."

"Then your friend is really rich, sit tight and let's go."

Cheng Xilie breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Li Jin was rich, otherwise he lived in exactly the same cube building, so he really didn't know how to describe it to the driver.

When he arrived at the villa area, Cheng Xilie saw the dreamlike wisteria flowers from a distance, exactly as he remembered.

His heart was beating violently, thinking that he should be able to see him soon, the strong joy and desire even relieved the pain in his body.

Cheng Xizheng asked the driver to drive a long way before stopping, got out of the car, and instead of going to the door in a hurry, he calmly thought about the countermeasures.

If Li Jin couldn't even send a message, then there must be no way to go out.

I don't know what's going on at his house now, if he can't come out, naturally he can't go there rashly.

Cheng Xizheng went to a small supermarket, bought a few ham sausages, paper and pens, stuffed them in the pockets of the down jacket, pulled up the collar, and walked slowly towards Li's house.

The sycamore tree closest to the gate of Li's house, Cheng Xilie leaned behind the tree, took out a pen and paper and wrote a few words, then blew a sharp whistle in the direction of the gate.

I hid behind a tree and waited for a while, but there was no movement.

Cheng Xizheng blew again, calling softly: "The weight!"

A big furry head poked out from behind the door.

"Pyba" Cheng Xizheng let out a slight breath, and the weight's ears moved, and he ran over spiritually.

"Good boy!" Cheng Xilie rubbed its head affectionately, and gave it a ham sausage.

The weight licked Cheng Xilie's hand excitedly, like an old friend reunited after a long absence.

"Hush~" Cheng Xizheng signaled it to be quiet, took out the written note, folded it a few times forcefully, and let the weight bite it with his teeth, "Scale, please, give this to Li Jin, to Li Jin, you know?" ?”

The weight shook its tail and ran back happily.

Cheng Xilie didn't know if he could successfully pass the note to Li Jin, but he had to try anyway.

Cheng Xilie walked around to the backyard of the villa. There was a huge French sycamore tree not far from the window of Li Jin's bedroom. He took a deep breath and climbed up with hands and feet.

Finding a thicker branch, Cheng Xilie straddled it, leaning against the main trunk, hooking his feet on the branch to stabilize his body.

The back pain was severe, Cheng Xilie reached into his clothes, touched the warm liquid, and the wound was oozing blood.

He put his hands on his back, minimized his movements, and stared at the window not far away, expecting that the next second, Li Jin would open the window and show a smiling face.

Time flows slowly between the branches blown by the cold wind.

Every minute he waited, Cheng Xilie's heart became colder by a few degrees.

The feet hooked to the branches were already faintly numb, and there was still no movement at the opposite window.

Maybe, he was really wrong.

Maybe, they just went on vacation.

Cheng Xizheng took out his mobile phone and looked at the WeChat messages that Li Jin had sent him, although he had read them many times these days, so many that he could memorize each of them verbatim.

But he was still worried, looking for clues inside, as if possessed by a demon.

Focusing on the phone, the peripheral vision of his eyes caught something, white, suddenly appearing not far away.

When Cheng Xilie raised his head, a piece of paper was stuffed into the gap of Li Jin's window, and it was written with a thick oil pastel: Xixi, I'm here!

Cheng Xilie's heart was hit hard.

He really didn't leave!

He's right behind that window.

He couldn't get out.

The words on the paper were written crookedly, and it seemed that I was writing in a hurry, maybe my hands were still shaking.

Soon another piece of paper came out: the windows were sealed and the phone was confiscated.

Then the third one: False Sexual Sensibility, My Dad Objects.

Cheng Xilie understood that it was reasonable for him to be susceptible to the same sex and not be understood and accepted. His father locked him up to cut off their contact.

Photo [-]: How did you get out?you are great!

Also drew an ugly thumb.

"Heh~" Cheng Xilie smiled, but the wound was affected, and he frowned in pain.

Fifth photo: How did you lose weight?

Li Jin saw him.

Cheng Xilie could even imagine him looking out through the window with his long legs bent, it was funny and funny.

Cheng Xilie smiled towards the window and waved to him, he was sure that Li Jin could see it.

The sixth piece: Xixi, I miss you so much...

Just six words, but like six bullets, whistling into the heart, forcing Cheng Xilie's eyes to burn.

Cheng Xilie bit her lip hard, endured the flood of eyes, took out a pen and paper and wrote back: I am as beautiful as a flower, why don't you miss him!

Cheng Xilie sat on the tree and held up his answer for him to see.

A picture of Paizhuan's emoji was quickly stuffed into the window, which was quite vivid. The person being photographed had a bruised nose and a swollen face, with a pear dimple on his face.

Cheng Xilie wiped his eyes with his hand, smiled and hugged the branch tightly so as not to fall.

The paper appeared again: Xixi, I am relieved to see you.

Cheng Xilie replied: I'm fine, how are you?

Paper: Well, I'm working hard to go back as soon as possible.

Re: I'll wait for you.

After writing these three words, there was no movement in the window for a long time.

After a while, a piece of paper was inserted: I have to go to eat, you go back to the center first.

Cheng Xilie looked at the line of words, feeling an indescribable sadness and loss in his heart.

He rubbed his nose vigorously and wrote: Eat more.A smiley face was drawn on the back.

After waiting for a long time, nothing new came out, so he should leave.

Cheng Xilie moved his frozen body, and carefully climbed down from the tree.

In the sealed window opposite, Li Jin was kneeling on the desk by the window, his fingers turned blue-gray because he had held on to the window frame for too long.

He watched Cheng Xilie climb down the sycamore tree bit by bit, his vision blurred bit by bit.

On the writing desk was the paper that he had finished drawing, but there was no paper for Cheng Xilie to read: a boy was hanging on another boy's body, the two of them were smiling brightly, surrounded by red hearts, expressing their passion so enthusiastically His emotions, and the answer that was ready to come out.

On the back of the painting is written, Cheng Xilie, I...

The young man eagerly wanted to write a word, but he cherished that word extremely, and felt that writing it like this would be too childish, like blasphemy.

After struggling with the pen for a long time, I finally gave up.

Cheng Xilie got down from the tree, walked directly under the window, raised his head and looked up, stubbornly refusing to leave.

The cold wind suddenly picked up, the yellow grass fell to the ground, and it was desolate and sobbing.

Only the slender boy, with his foggy gray hair standing upright against the wind, was so stubborn and determined.

Li Jin suddenly went crazy, rummaging desperately among the mess of papers, finally found one, and stuffed it into the gap of the window.

His hands were shaking so much that he stuffed it several times before it came out.

The colorful paper, like a messenger elf, rides the wind and lands steadily at Cheng Xilie's feet.

He bowed his head and picked it up.

it's that...

"Xi Xi, I miss you so much..."

Cheng Xilie picked it up carefully, put it away, raised his head, and waved towards the window.

His little flame didn't go away.

He lied to him that he was going to eat.

I was just afraid that he would wait too long in the cold wind.

I am afraid that he will be nostalgic and refuse to leave.

I am afraid that he will catch a cold, and I am even more afraid that he will be disappointed.

His little flame, all he thinks about is him.

Little Huomiao, I miss you too...

Cheng Xilie kept his head up, the uncontrollable emotion in his eyes turned into a ray of rain, which slipped from the corner of his eyes into his collar.