He forced me to take responsibility after my roommate was scumbag

Tang Qingzhi's first reaction when he saw these words was - just kidding, no one has ever taken the initiative to break up with him.

He even deliberately ignored the news, cut the interface and swiped a short video.

After 3 minutes, the man added another sentence.

"I reflected on it. It's really not that you did something wrong. It's that I have a problem. I'm not suitable for dating, and I've disturbed you during this time."

Tang Qingzhi's fingers hovered over the floating window, and it took him a while to react.

——What's the matter, I was dumped by someone.

He lay on the bed, his mind was buzzing for a while.Pretending to be calm, he swiped the video for a while. After a long while, he couldn't pretend anymore. He threw away the phone and picked it up again. He opened the chat history in a daze.

He looked at Yu Qiuzhu's profile picture and didn't know what to do - what could he do, he was broken up.

In Tang Qingzhi's view of love, once the word "breakup" appears in love, there is no need to struggle.

He didn't even think about keeping it for a while, because he thought that everyone was just like him, saying the same thing, and it would really be impossible to say goodbye.

Tang Qingzhi suspected that the air in his lungs had been evacuated, otherwise he would still feel as if he was about to suffocate even if he took a deep breath.

He warned his hands not to shake, and after a long time, he typed two words with his last bit of strength.

"Ok."

When the message was sent to the chat box, he looked at Yu Qiuzhu's profile picture and suddenly felt a sore nose.

First, a drop of tears smashed the screen of the phone, and then the tears poured down like a flood.After holding back for two seconds, Tang Qingzhi cried helplessly and wantonly.

Before crying, I didn't give my roommates a little psychological preparation. It was like a summer rainstorm. Before I came, I didn't remind passers-by to let him go out and bring an umbrella.

No one in the dormitory knew why he was crying so sadly all of a sudden - neither did Tang Qingzhi himself.

Maybe it's because I feel uncomfortable being dumped for the first time, maybe it's because of grievances of one kind or another, or maybe there's really a little bit of reluctance.

In short, he just hugged his mobile phone like this, curled up his whole body in the quilt, curled up in the corner and cried like a wet cocoon.

For a while even Zhou Quan hurried into the room——Tang Qingzhi felt ashamed, and was also dumped, so why was he the only one crying so embarrassingly.

"What's the matter?" Ren Yiran came following the sound of crying, clutching a pack of tissues nervously.

Looking at the roommates surrounding him, Tang Qingzhi felt even more aggrieved in an instant.

"He doesn't want me...he doesn't want me..."

……

When sending out the invitation to break up, Yu Qiuzhu never thought that the emotional aftershock these words would bring to him would be so strong.

To put it bluntly, he never felt so uncomfortable when his parents divorced.

In order to relieve the inexplicable depression in his heart, he tried to apply a patch. He told Tang Qingzhi not to think too much, and the reason for the breakup was all his own...

Then the man didn't even ask why, and didn't try to keep him, he just sent two words.

"Ok."

At that moment, it seemed that the last trace of luck collapsed directly.

He even felt a little regretful that he had said such a thing - if he was the only one who suffered and left himself sad, but it gave him relief, then it would be better to pester each other and torture each other.

Yu Qiuzhu held the phone resentfully, he was torn by the severe pain and lay on his side on the hospital bed, letting his heart drag his knees, Shun Er tore his whole body apart.

He squeezed the corners of the quilt and gripped his whole body tightly. He felt that he was a little out of breath. The only thing that could comfort him was that this was called cutting the mess with a sharp knife, and the short-term pain was better than the long-term pain.

——He was rushing to kill all future troubles before the concentration of emotions and feelings reached its peak, so that he would not really wait until he fell into it and be choked to death by the pain of breaking up.

Be more rational Yu Qiuzhu, if you run away now, at least you can leave a whole body behind.

While Yu Qiuzhu kept giving himself psychological hints, the voice of the ward round doctor floated into his humming ears.

"Does the wound hurt so much? Are you crying?"

Yu Qiuzhu frowned - crying?Crying is impossible, he has not shed tears for many years, how could it be because...

Just as he was being stubborn with himself, suddenly the unstoppable tears flowed directly over the bridge of his nose.Tears dripped on the pillow, and those who didn't know it really thought it was raining outside.

Yu Qiuzhu took a deep breath, reluctantly turned over, turned his back to the doctor, and said in a heavy nasal voice after a while.

"It hurts, it hurts to death..."

……

Unlike Tang Qingzhi, Yu Qiuzhu was hospitalized, and without the company of his ex-boyfriend, there was really nothing in front of the hospital bed.

It was the eve of the final exam, and several other people in the dormitory took turns to deliver him a meal, and it was impossible for the rest of the time to be on guard 24 hours a day like Tang Qingzhi did before.

It's even more impossible for parents, no one of them even knew that Yu Qiuzhu had an operation, no one knew that he was in a relationship and broke up-they both have their own families to busy with, and this has long put themselves from both sides. The separated children should not have played much role in their lives long ago.

Probably because of his bad mood, Yu Qiuzhu's wound healing speed was obviously affected during this period. The doctor saw him sluggish every day, and thought it was an infection after the operation. He did several screenings before he was relieved.

Compared with Tang Qingzhi's rather grand discharge ceremony, Yu Qiuzhu's discharge from the hospital was simple and deserted.

Ren Yiran came to pick him up alone, and the two boys, who didn't talk too much, sat in the back of the taxi together, silent all the way.

Yu Qiuzhu only felt exhausted.

He didn't want to go back to the dormitory at all, he didn't want to see Tang Qingzhi's face, he didn't want to see him holding his mobile phone and smiling happily with the next victim he had already found.He didn't want to continue the cold war for another three years with a roommate who kept his head down but didn't look up.

It turned out as he wished—everyone was there when he returned to the dormitory, except Tang Qingzhi.

Several people simply expressed their congratulations on Yu Qiuzhu's discharge from the hospital, and hurried back to review in a hurry.

Yu Qiuzhu's relationship with his roommates has always been mediocre, and the slight warming up before was due to the influence of the socialite Tang Qingzhi. Now that they broke up, everyone's attitude towards him has returned to the original position, which made him relax a little.

So he also began to absent-mindedly borrow notes, make up lessons, and read books.

Until the lights were turned off at night, the man still hadn't come back.

——Did you go out to the wild again?

When Yu Qiuzhu thought of this, he felt a sudden cardiac arrest, but then he thought about it now that he is single and he has nothing to do with him, so why should he point fingers at him?

Don't drink blindly outside again, even if it has nothing to do with you, it's not good if something happens...

Feeling that everyone kept secret about the relationship between Tang Qingzhi and him, Yu Qiuzhu was restless for a long time, but couldn't help sending a private message to Jiangbei.

"What about others?"

"I asked for leave and went home. I heard that it was a recurrence of pneumonia. I guess I won't come back until after New Year's Day."

……

Although Tang Qingzhi is not an honest person, illness is always a real illness.

On the day of the breakup, after the earth-shattering burst of crying, I obviously felt unwell, and then the high fever persisted at night.

From sending the water to the emergency room to when my parents rushed to Qucheng, the speed was as outrageously fast as last time, but this time there was no one beside me.

This time, Qiao Hui packed her son and brought her home. While scolding Qucheng for its poor medical level, she made a phone call to the private doctor that their family had supported all year round.

On the way home, Tang Qingzhi opened the car door twice, squatted beside the curb and cried and vomited - he didn't get motion sickness before, and of course, it was even more impossible for him to cry because of a breakup.

When he lay down at home, Tang Qingzhi felt that he had become a shrunken dried carrot in the instant noodle seasoning packet, a wrinkled little ball.

He pinched Ms. Qiao Hui's thumb tremblingly, and complained to his old mother out of breath. The scene looked like a white-haired man's last words to a black-haired man.

This time, Tang Qingzhi was still guilty. He didn't add oil and vinegar as before, but asked Qiao Hui over and over again: "How could he dump me...I'm really uncomfortable..."

He was already uncomfortable, and crying while crying made his lungs burn like fire, and Little Carrot was curled up in the quilt, miserable.

This time, Qiao Hui didn't help him condemn Yu Qiuzhu's determination, but sighed and helped him wipe his sweat over and over again, and ran his hair over and over again.

The more he was cared for so rare and tender by Qiao Hui, the more Tang Qingzhi cried. He just heard Qiao Hui patting him on the back while coaxing him.

"Good thing, good thing, my son is growing up..."

He didn't know where Qiao Hui got the basis, so he said that he had grown up, but he just thought that if he grew up like this, he would really rather stay in a chrysalis for the rest of his life as a larva.

He was terribly irritable, and when he closed his eyes, there was a message from Yu Qiuzhu and him. He felt that he was in a daze, and it was not good to mess with someone, but he just fell in front of this person as if he knew it—what was worse. After passing by, the man took a step back, allowing himself to fall to the ground, in pain and embarrassment.

That night, he fell asleep by himself after being tired from crying.

Before going to bed, he still thought about how nice it is to have someone take care of him, and he didn’t know what to do without Yu Qiuzhu, who he took care of. This thought made him panic and fell into a nightmare. up.

Fortunately, the doctor came over and gave him a comprehensive examination. His lungs were a little infected, but the problem was not serious. It was mainly caused by emotions. Let Qiao Hui and Tang Derong take care of it.

After sending him off, the melancholy young man sat listlessly at the dining table with his potion hanging on his face, unable to put his mouth down with his chopsticks.

"Look at how spoiled you are." Qiao Hui picked up a shrimp for her son, but her mouth was still unrelenting, "Look at your poor appearance, you should be thrown in the hospital like Xiaoyu inside."

When Tang Qingyi heard Yu Qiuzhu's name, tears fell down again, and the shrimp in the bowl lay in the shape of a broken love.

Seeing him crying, Tang Derong was even happier: "Hey, hey and crying again, it seems that the boy has identified the child and is not going to let go."

When Tang Qingzhi heard this, he was so frightened that he choked, and he didn't cry, and it didn't matter if he didn't cry.

The couple could not wait to give a high-five happily. Tang Qingzhi was ashamed and annoyed when he saw it, and resisted weakly with a hoarse voice: "You guys have the nerve to say that you have spoiled me..."

Qiao Hui retorted seriously: "It's not you we're used to, it's your ex-boyfriends who only know how to lick dogs, follow you and depend on you, let you talk about it so many times, but it doesn't matter if you make any progress at all." No, I think Xiao Yu is fine like this, let you taste what suffering in the world is."

Tang Qingzhi was very uncomfortable, and he didn't want to eat, nor did he want to talk to them.

He put down his chopsticks, and was thinking about how to quickly get out of the misery of being broken in love, and then take the time to embrace the next one who hadn't appeared yet, when Tang Derong suddenly waved to him, wanting to talk to him.

"Did you say before that Yu Qiuzhu only knows how to play music every day and has no interest in studying?"

Tang Qingzhi frowned and wanted to cry again, but he swallowed hard and held back.

"I know a very professional music teacher here. I discussed it with your mother, and I think it would be a good choice for him to try for a graduate degree at the Conservatory of Music. The premise is that he can successfully graduate from a bachelor's degree."

"You go back and talk to him, if his parents don't have much opinion, you can let him try."

Tang Qingzhi raised his head when he heard this, a little confused: "He has nothing to do with me now, we have broken up."

Qiao Hui spread her hands as a matter of course.

"It's just a matter of chasing after the division."