Xu Jun's life

It has been three days since Mengsu invited me to join the group.

I've been a little afraid of Meng Su recently, so I try to avoid him as much as possible, whether it's eating together or reading in the lounge.Even Xiaobai could see the clues of this kind of avoidance.But he is very lazy these days and doesn't talk much, so he didn't ask me.

The reason why I am afraid of Meng Su is because of what he said to me in the meeting room last time—to be precise, it was his last sentence.

I used to think that for these colleagues in Group A, I was just a stranger who was parachuted down.They don't know about my past, just like my colleagues in C University.

I was wrong.

People are always like this, some shameful things may not be taken seriously by outsiders when they see them.But if it is known by acquaintances, they can't wait to find a crack in the ground and get in.

And I have no ground to drill.

I know very well that among most people who have been with me at R University, the first label when talking about me is not a genius, but a homosexual.

Yes, gay.

Homosexuality itself is not a shameful thing, the shameful thing is that the person I was gay with, he turned his back on me.

The most tragic love in the world is not separated by external force.What about a cliff?Two people can also support.What is really tragic is that one of the two people suddenly let go, and the other fell off the cliff, forever lost.

Therefore, Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy, and Du Shiniang sinking the treasure chest in anger is also a tragedy.It's just that the former makes people sad, while the latter makes me despair.

If Li Zhurong hadn't let go back then, then what surrounded the two of us were nothing but rumors.And he let go, so I alone became a joke.

What I'm afraid of is not that Meng Su will hear those rumors, but that he will think I'm a joke.

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On the fourth day of avoiding Mengsu, I met Li Zhurong.

This time he greeted before showing up.

He said: Xu Xu, go to the school gate.I asked Yuan Hai to pick you up.

I was reading an old detective novel, and I said very clearly to him: "I don't want to go."

To this, his answer was: "Wait at the school gate, Yuan Hai will be there in 10 minutes."

I was not surprised to hear such an answer.

He's always been that way, and I know exactly who he is.

I said "I don't want to go" instead of "I'm not going" I just told him I didn't want to go.

It's never up to me to decide whether to go or not.

If I didn't go to the school gate like last time, and found a place to hide, he would probably let Yuan Hai search all over R University and find me out.The result has not changed much, and it is likely to make a scene known to everyone, but lose face.

This is not a joke, but his style of doing things.In his heart, others may have no face to speak of.

I will always remember when

I can't make a decision.

If I didn't go to the school gate like last time, and found a place to hide, he would probably let Yuan Hai search all over R University and find me out.The result has not changed much, and it is likely to make a scene known to everyone, but lose face.

This is not a joke, but his style of doing things.In his heart, others may have no face to speak of.

I will always remember that when I was in C City Hospital, I had a high fever. The nurse at the hospital was a former student of Youqi. At that time, I heard the nurses in the left compartment discussing that I used to be a teacher, but now I was raised as a duck.

I know it was Chen Ke who did it.

But who brought Chen Ke to me and allowed him to do all this?

Just because I don't say something doesn't mean I don't know.Just because I don't say something doesn't mean I don't care.

It's just these things, I will never tell Li Zhurong.

Because he can't listen, and he can't understand.

When I met Yuan Hai, he was still a high school student, his mother ran away when he was young, and his father was a bad gambler.At that time, he owed gambling debts and lost his tuition together.He robbed a small alley with a dagger. The person who was robbed was an office worker. He probably had something important in his bag. After chasing him, he hurried to the bustling road and bumped into Li Zhurong's car. .

I remember that it was already November and it was snowing heavily in Beijing. He was wearing a pair of sandals and slippers that were bigger than his feet. One slipper flew out on the sidewalk, and his feet were frozen purple.

What I remember most is that he was still fiercely grabbing the office worker's bag while the passers-by were watching. His eyes were punched, and the whole eyeballs were bloodshot and red.

I ask Li Zhurong for my love.

He was only 15 years old, thin and pale, thinly dressed, there was black dirt on the collar of his clothes, and I saw his eyes.

I think that people who are not really driven to a desperate situation will not have such eyes.

The police arrived and Li Zhurong rescued him.took him home.I made fried rice for him, but he didn't even look at it, he just begged Li Zhurong, and said, "If you let me continue to study, I'll sell my life to you."

He grew up in that environment, and he would never die like his father did.

The year I left Beijing, he was admitted to B University.

He has been helping Li Zhurong to do things.

I don't have much contact with him, he guards against

He was very prepared and focused on fulfilling his deal with Li Zhurong, and didn't have much time to care about others.I thought, if I hadn't been brought back by Li Zhurong again, he probably wouldn't have remembered me.

What I hate the most is uncooked food.

Whether it's salads, seafood, or sashimi...

The place Li Zhurong chose this time is a place to eat Sichuan cuisine. The waiters in ancient costumes shuttle around to serve the food. The scene is a bit funny.

He sat facing the door, probably just got out of the car, and was pressing his forehead with his fingers, closing his eyes and meditating.A man in a black suit stood behind him, holding his coat in his hand. He seemed to be a bodyguard. Even if he was tired, his hearing was sensitive, and he opened his eyes as soon as we entered the door.

He has slight myopia, and sometimes wears a pair of glasses with silver frames, which are very narrow, and when looking at people through the glasses, he is cold.I have a deep memory of those glasses, but I just don't know if they are still there.

"Coming?" he asked me.

I said "hmm", and just about to pull away the chair facing him, Yuan Hai had already walked to his right and pulled the chair away for me.

"come over."

I walked over.

He pinched the base of his nose, he was probably really tired, he even looked sleepy when he picked up a spoon.

I didn't know that he was so eager to see me because he had to discuss some important matters.

"The fish here is good, you like fish, you can try it." He suddenly said in the box where only the two of us were left.

I do.

"How was your stay at the Institute?"

"..."

"say!"

"not so good."

He was probably dissatisfied with my attitude, paused for a while, and then said: "Yuan Hai said that you and your colleagues are vying for a project?"

He was talking about Lin Sen's subject.

"No." I explained to him as kindly as possible: "That project is not mine, and I won't do it."

Maybe it's because I was too aggressive in clearing it up. He became suspicious, squinted his eyes, looked at me calmly for a while, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "The project belongs to that idiot named Lin Sen?"

I didn't want to lie to him—I couldn't fool him anyway, so I simply told him: "No matter who it is, I don't want it. I'm dawdling now and don't need a project."

The smile on his face faded.

"Yes

Aren't those people running on you? "His angry eyes are very intimidating, his pupils seem to be jumping with a ray of blue flame, ready to burn anyone who angered him to nothing.

"No one is running on me. I'm doing fine!" I said bluntly, almost standing up.

His judgment on a matter always does not allow others to refute. If others refute, he will make others unable to refute, and then he will pretend that he has not heard anything.

"You weren't so soft back then." He raised one corner of his lips and sneered skillfully, "Why are you being made so miserable by a group of poor scientists now that you can't live on?"

I still stood up.

"The only person who makes my life difficult is you alone."

When I left the Sichuan restaurant, it was raining heavily outside.

This is the warmest rain since the beginning of spring. There is no miserable atmosphere, and it is soft and good rain in accordance with the season.

In this rain, I took Yuan Hai's car back to my R University.

Yuan Hai was actually a pretty young man. He was only two years older than Li Zhurong, but he was as calm as an old man.

However, even such a calm young man couldn't help talking to me when I got out of the car.

He said: "Mr. Xu, don't blame me for talking too much. You are usually the most reasonable person. Why are you always entangled in some past events? Mr. Li's temper has improved a lot now, and you also know that he will not deal with you cruelly. That's why you dare to say that, why don't you be more tolerant to him?"

Sitting in the back seat of the car, I suddenly felt a little stuffy.

I said, "Yuan Hai, you don't understand."

You don't understand, the person in this world who is least qualified to talk about tolerance with me is Li Zhurong.If he had even the slightest bit of tolerance, he would not have dragged me out of City C after a lapse of nearly ten years, and planted me in University R, just to make it easier for me to listen to his instructions.

You also don't understand the terrible power that time possesses.

The boy I liked back then has grown into a wolf-like youth.The love back then has been smashed to pieces.

I still remember that one day ten years ago, when Li Zhurong and I were talking at the gate of R, Anita Mui's "Love You Thousands of Times in My Life" was played on the school radio.

And now, even the person who sang this song is dead.