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Facing the bathroom mirror to dry off the water on his hair, Mo Guangxia saw the silver ring hanging around his neck in the mist.

This is not the one that Xiao Chengzhuo hung around his neck back then.

"Guang Xia, do you still think that I am a good person?"

Looking into his eyes, the man smiled slightly again, but the red eyes made such a smile look very sad.

The information received at once was too huge, and the flustered emotions needed to be sorted out. Mo Guangxia choked up for a moment, but he couldn't give the firm answer he used to.

"Sure enough... I still think I hate it... If it were me, I would feel that it is a very annoying feeling to be controlled like this... It's really annoying..."

Xiao Chengzhuo murmured and repeated the word "hate" repeatedly, as if annoyed that he had made an irreparable mistake, he lowered his head, and after a while he whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Mo Guangxia's expression changed suddenly, and then he raised his eyes and fixed his eyes on the man in front of him who would never be easily mistaken.

He gently raised his hand, reluctantly took off the ring on the ring finger of his left hand that symbolized the oath, held it in his palm, then gently pulled his hand, and placed it in his palm.

The slightly cool and smooth texture seemed to still carry the warmth of the man's hands, but this time it instantly chilled his whole body.

He couldn't even ask "why", he could only allow his pale face to gradually reveal a feeling of at a loss.

Somewhere deep in the body, it was suddenly stabbed.He had to feel the teasing of God, but when he wanted to go all out, he had to face the opponent's shrinking.

To be honest, he can understand Xiao Chengzhuo, so many things happened all at once, any person would not be able to help but deny everything about his past self.

But this kind of understanding can't relieve the anger of being fooled that gradually rises from the bottom of his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists, "Xiao Chengzhuo, what do you mean now? Give me back the freedom you deprived me of?! Okay, if you want it back, I'll accept it. But..."

He paused again, and this time took a deeper breath, as if only in this way could he have the strength to finish the rest of the sentence.

"However... I want to ask you... When will you give me back the heart you cheated away?!"

He uttered the last sentence almost hoarsely.

Hearing his question, the man who had been lowering his eyes immediately looked up as if being poked by something, and raised his head in surprise, "Guangxia..."

"MD, you have always been together if you said you want to be together, and separated if you said you want to be separated. You have always taken the initiative. The young master has never said it's up to you..."

The angrier he became, the more he couldn't tell why, and was tormented by ups and downs of emotions. He was already on the verge of going crazy, so he simply stood up angrily, "It's up to you, isn't it just for the rest of your life, whether you want to stay together or forget about each other, I don't care." I will accompany you to the end!"

"..." Xiao Chengzhuo, who was sitting on the floor, remained silent.

The man's eyes just stared at him motionlessly, different from the emptiness just now, deep and unpredictable, glued to his body, faintly suffocating.

"MD, I don't care! You can be as decadent as you like, and it's up to you to live or die!" A certain person couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he slammed the door and walked out.

Waiting and chasing are often the two most common gestures people have when facing love.

Xiao Chengzhuo has always played the role of chasing.

After that day, Mo Guangxia, who had been waiting for a man to come to his door again, after a week of heart-scratching and suffering, his hopes were finally dashed for the first time.

This time, Xiao Chengzhuo seemed to really let him leave his area, let him fly away.

Someone who fantasized about being out of control more than once suddenly found that the freedom he had been longing for was actually a state of erratic and homeless.

Only caged birds long for blue skies.However, Xiao Chengzhuo did not lock the door of the birdcage this time, and he realized that the so-called "freedom" had lost its meaning in the cage.

After the panic and anger gradually settled down, there was only a feeling of loss.

He locked himself at home, did not go out, and let the affairs of the studio pile up.

The comfort of his parents and friends could not fill the sudden crack in his heart.And, to his horror, he found that the cracks had widened and deepened over time.

In the end, it was Lan Tian who saved him.

The senior, who had been leading him out of confusion when he was a student, came to his home, didn't mention anything about what happened between him and Xiao Chengzhuo, but just suggested with a smile, "Guangxia, would you like to go to America with me to relax?"

Bored at home every day, the worried eyes of his parents also made him feel like a light on his back.He thought for a while and agreed.

With Lan Tian's recommendation, the visa application went very smoothly. When he started to pack his luggage, he found that many necessary supplies were left with Xiao Chengzhuo.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home. You come."

The man's voice on the phone seemed to have returned to its usual calmness, but the polite tone made Mo Guangxia instantly disheartened.

Living together for two years, Xiao Chengzhuo's household items that belonged to him were scattered all over the room, and there were countless of them.

I don't think so when I use it casually on weekdays, but when I put it together, I realize that the number is astonishingly large.

He shuttled through the rooms, putting everything that belonged to him into the suitcase he brought, feeling sullen in his heart.

Since we said we should separate, we might as well leave nothing behind and leave cleanly.

Xiao Chengzhuo stood silently in the living room watching him tidy up, and every time he asked him if he needed help, he would end it with "Thank you, I can do it myself".

The man didn't say anything else, and went to the kitchen to make coffee in silence.

When checking the items, Mo Guangxia found that he couldn't find the watch that his mother gave him on his birthday the year before last, so he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted habitually: "Cheng Zhuo——"

"Huh?" The man's voice quickly floated over from the kitchen.

Suddenly realizing that the relationship between the two is different, someone felt extremely embarrassed, but he could only bite the bullet and ask, "Did you see that watch my mother gave me? It's the one with the brown belt. .”

There was the sound of porcelain clashing in the kitchen, maybe it was his illusion, Xiao Chengzhuo's voice actually contained a faint smile, "It's always like this. Go to the drawer beside the bed in the bedroom and see if it's there."

"Oh." Responding, he went into the bedroom again and opened the drawer beside the bed, and sure enough, he found the watch safely in the box.

The outstretched hand froze when he glanced at it inadvertently.

Next to the box containing the watch, a ring with a silver chain was also quietly waiting there.

It was the one that belonged to him.I take it off when I take a shower, and often forget to put it back on.

Stretching out his fingertips to gently stroke the smooth edge, his thoughts could not help but fly to some exotic water city with summer fragrance...

It wasn't until Xiao Chengzhuo's questioning voice sounded from behind, "Guangxia, have you found it?" He woke up like a dream, and his fingers flicked away like an electric shock.

"Uh... found it..."

"It's good if you find it. Come out and have a cup of coffee." The man nodded slightly at him, then turned and left.

Hesitating again, he took a deep breath and quickly grabbed the ring into his hand, and put it in his pocket together with the watch.

In the living room, Xiao Chengzhuo had already poured two cups of coffee and was adding sugar to one of them.Naturally, he tore open the sugar packet, poured in half, and put the other half back on the table.

Then, he pushed the cup of coffee forward, looked up and smiled at someone coming out of the bedroom, "It's still half a bag of sugar, right?"

"Thank you, there's no need. I have to clean up when I get home." Mo Guangxia shook his head, dragged his suitcase and walked to the door to put on his shoes.

"Guangxia, I'm not giving up on you, nor denying myself...I just want to find a suitable way..."

The man's voice sounded behind him again.

Someone's hands tying shoelaces stopped at the sound, he retracted his slender fingertips, and slowly straightened up hesitantly.Although he didn't look back, it was still a gesture of waiting to listen.

However, at this moment, Xiao Chengzhuo, who was behind the scenes, gave up on talking, and after a faint sigh, he said with a faint smile, "Guangxia...please give me some time..."

"..." The person standing in front of the door did not respond.A space that lacks a lot of things looks extraordinarily empty in the silence.

Then, there was a slight sound of the anti-theft door lock opening.The door was pulled open and then closed immediately.

When the man standing in front of the table looked up, the proud and upright figure in front of the door, together with the heavy luggage, had all disappeared.

Mo Guangxia dragged his luggage out of the door.A few strands of cold wind passing by had already calmed his turbulent mood.

Fortunately, the man just said "give me some time" instead of "please stay", otherwise he really didn't know how to react at that moment.

Lost?It doesn't seem to be the case.

But "one point" is too vague a quantifier, he can no longer spend a lot of time waiting for the opponent to catch up from behind.

He should move on.

This time, he really went very far, almost flying over half of the earth.

The bright sunshine of the west coast of the United States is shining through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

After washing, Mo Guangxia walked down the stairs slowly, just in time to see the boy carrying the breakfast bread walking towards the dining room from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Leo." He greeted with a smile.

"Oh, good morning." The boy replied indifferently, glanced at him and walked over expressionlessly.

Helplessly shaking his head and chuckling, he stepped down the last step.Ever since he started staying at Lan Tian's place, the Chinese-American assistant next to the senior has always looked badly at him.

He naturally knew what kind of unspoken emotion this hostility came from, so he naturally didn't care about it, and the awkward expression of the boy also made him feel very cute.

Once upon a time, he was as naive as the other party.

Pulled out a chair at the other end of the dining table and sat down. Lan Tian, ​​who was sipping coffee and studying the case file, looked up.

The neat collar of the shirt and the gold-rimmed eyes set off the man's usual bookish demeanor, making him even more calm, and he couldn't feel the fierceness of arguing with others in court.

"Senior, reading case files while eating will hinder digestion." His joking reminder was cut off by the plate that fell in front of him.

Li Ao ping-pong opened the chair and sat between him and Lan Tian, ​​making a lot of noise.

"Li Ao—" The man opposite seemed to slightly frowned.He smiled indifferently, and began to spread butter on the bread.

He suddenly raised his head, only to find that Lan Tian was staring at a certain place on his finger in a daze.

"What's wrong?" He looked back suspiciously.

"It's nothing." The man smiled and looked away, pointing to his hand, "This, you're still wearing it..."

He followed the direction pointed by the other party, looked down at the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and smiled with relief, "Oh, I have it. It's used to ward off evil spirits."

"Hehe. You..." Lan Tian shook his head with a smile, and took out a tissue to stick the corner of his mouth.

Only Li Ao, who was sitting between the two, had his eyes widened for no apparent reason, with a guarded look on his face.

Although "dispelling evil spirits" is just a joke, it also has a real meaning.Los Angeles is a mixed bag, not to mention HOMO.

The Chinese with black hair and black eyes is the favorite of American men. Coupled with Mo Guangxia's handsome appearance, it can be said that he has been in love for three months.

But no matter whether it was a temptation to strike up a conversation or a sincere confession, his answer without exception was to raise the ring on his hand and refuse with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm already married."

Even he himself didn't realize that such an excuse was not so much an excuse as it was a repeated hint in his heart.

Lan Tian, ​​who was on the sidelines, didn't point it out, but just changed the subject with a smile, "What's the arrangement for today? Or go to the neighborhood church to do volunteer work?"

"Yes. I heard that there is going to be a wedding today, and Father John specifically told us to go there early to help." He glanced at the watch on his wrist, hurriedly stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, and greeted vaguely: "I'm too late Alright, let's go first. Senior, Li Ao, bye-bye."

The moment the door was closed, I seemed to hear the cold snort of the boy at the table, "Huh, busying with other people's happiness every day is like beating chicken blood, but my own affairs are in a mess..."

Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath, shook his head to shake off the remnants in his mind, crossed the not-so-wide intersection, and walked quickly towards the church.

Father John was in charge of nothing more than a small neighborhood church.Churches like this can be found everywhere in uptown Los Angeles.

The government allocates fixed funds every year for maintenance and supervision, and does not need to raise funds by itself, so it reduces the utility of many commercial operations.

Father John is a bearded old man over half a century old, with the easy-going and cheerfulness unique to Americans.It is said that after losing his lover in his early years, he joined the church and determined to spread God's blessings among gay people.

Mo Guangxia had seen a picture of his lover, a handsome young navy captain. After telling the story between them slightly sadly, Father John declared to him and the other penitents around him with a very loving expression, "Children, it is not a sin to fall in love with the same sex. The tolerant Lord will bless you. "

Because of the same experience, this is also the only church that accepts same-sex weddings among more than a dozen churches in the neighborhood.

Whenever there is good news of a wedding, everyone will gather together to verify the vows of their lovers in the ringing of the bell, and share each other's joy like family members.

Mo Guangxia is not a believer, but he likes the atmosphere.Since coming to the United States, as Lan Tian's work expanded and moved to Los Angeles, he finally found this place that made him feel peaceful.

There are few pedestrians on the streets of the residential area in the early morning, and the cars that shuttle on the road are still parked in the parking lot in front of each house.

Occasionally passing by a courtyard, a golden retriever came up and wagged its tail, licked Mo Guangxia's fingers very affectionately, walked with him for a while, and then ran back to his door under the call of the owner.

The shade of the trees is dark green, and the golden sunlight is dancing on the treetops.

He was walking on the quiet street, humming a light song, and he could already see the cross erected on the roof of the church in the distance.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but in the past month, he has always felt that someone is following him.

There was no dangerous aura approaching, and that kind of trailing just right always made him feel an inexplicable throbbing.

But every time he turned his head, there was no one behind him.

Today is no exception.

When he stood still and turned around unexpectedly, the silent street was still empty.Only the wind blows through the bushes, shaking the branches and leaves of the treetops and swaying gently...