邪门 的 爱情 出现 了

In fact, Xu Jiale found out the day Fu Xiaoyu deleted the beach photo.

That Omega's WeChat setting is not visible for three days, and it has only been posted to Moments twice from the beginning to the end. Of course, you can notice it once you enter it.

There are no more photos of the two of them together.

The only one left is the photo of the abandoned playground in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Xu Jiale looked at the phone while smoking a cigarette——

He's been there too.

He once drove three hours to Shuncheng at night, and sat on the painted pirate ship with Fu Xiaoyu, just to tell that Omega: Keep the comatose Han Jiangque in your heart, and then MoveOn.

It was only one summer, but Han Jiangque had woken up and had two lovely babies with Wen Ke.

But he and Fu Xiaoyu went from colleagues to lovers to breakups.

This time it was the two of them who needed MoveOn.

Life is the four seasons that continue to spread. Before you realize it, autumn is coming soon.

Thinking of all this, Xu Jiale always felt a dull pain in his chest.

He's been having a weird few days.

On the one hand, he is actually very busy, he has to accompany Nan Yi during the day, he has to be discharged from the hospital, and when he comes back at night, he packs Fu Xiaoyu's clothes and things at home.

Although he only lived in Uloft for a few weeks, the Omega's breath seemed to be everywhere.

There are tooth cups and electric toothbrushes in the bathroom, a row of high-end Omega toiletries, several bottles of pheromone-suppressed perfume that Fu Xiaoyu uses for work, and Fu Xiaoyu's favorite champagne in the refrigerator.

The closet was full of his shirts and suits. After Xu Jiale washed them, they were arranged in a row according to the color, and they were hung beautifully. Every time he opened the closet, he would feel very good.

But because Fu Xiaoyu has too many clothes and they all need to be taken care of, so his own pile of tees, hoodies and shorts, which are forbidden to toss, have no choice but to be put in the bottom drawer because there is no living space.

Xu Jiale took out all of Omega's clothes, looked at them carefully, and ironed the ones that were wrinkled.

Fu Xiaoyu's socks, which hadn't been washed before, were dug out from the clothes basket shared by the two of them, as well as a bunch of panties that had been washed but were stuffed in at some point.

Xu Jiale washed them all before carefully rolling them up and putting them in the suitcase.

Sorting itself is not difficult, but when it is done, it seems to re-live those memories.

Occasionally in a trance, it seems that Fu Xiaoyu can still be seen there.

In fact, even though Omega, who looks so capable and decent outside, occasionally looks a little embarrassed when he wakes up early.

Xu Jiale has seen him pick out clothes in front of the closet while holding a toothbrush in his mouth; he has also seen him blowing his hair with his bare butt just after taking a shower.

All the memories are too fresh, so fresh that it is a bit overwhelming.

But in the end it will be sorted out.

Xu Jiale did not contact Fu Xiaoyu directly, but contacted Wang Xiaoshan to pick it up.

After the little assistant who was always smiling came, he looked like "drawing a line" from his expression to his movements.

After going through all the things carefully, he took all the suitcases to the car with a straight face, and then turned around and said, "Thank you, if there is anything missing, I will contact you again."

"...Okay, anytime." Xu Jiale paused.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was guilty or not, but he did miss something - Fu Xiaoyu's little whiteboard.

If you return the board at this time, the other party probably won't be happy either.

He was distracted for a moment before he said, "By the way, he..."

"Not good." At this moment, Wang Xiaoshan seemed to have experienced many battles, and immediately guessed Xu Jiale's question.

After he got into the car, he added another sentence: "Mr. Fu has taken sick leave for a few days. I'll be leaving first, Mr. Xu, I'm still at work tomorrow."

Xu Jiale did not enter the house, but sat on the doorstep and lit a cigarette.

The luxurious Bentley is still parked in its old spot, with a comical air of being overwhelmed and not knowing where to go.

Xu Jiale smiled wryly, took out WeChat from his phone, opened Fu Xiaoyu's chat window almost subconsciously, and suddenly found that Fu Xiaoyu even changed his profile picture.

It was replaced with a landscape photo that looked like it was randomly selected in the wallpaper library, with a perfunctory taste.

In fact, I can't say how surprised it was. After all, he took the picture of smoking in the snow, and Fu Xiaoyu had 1 reasons to change it.

It's just that the last time I opened it, Xu Jiale thought that maybe... Fu Xiaoyu had left it out.

After smoking for a while, he couldn't help but click into Fu Xiaoyu's Moments again, but this time, he couldn't even see the playground Moments before.

The display of that interface became a horizontal line.

The cigarette between his fingers had burned to the end at some point, Xu Jiale was so hot by the sparks that he snuffed it out on the ground in a hurry, but at that moment, there was a long and irritating dull pain in his chest, as if someone had been separated from him. Several layers of thick quilts were beating his chest.

He sat there staring blankly at the horizontal line——

Belatedly, he realized that Fu Xiaoyu had just deleted him.

……

Fu Xiaoyu always thought that the mood of breaking up in love should be a straight line.

Even if the starting point is as low as the bottom, it will slowly rise until one day, it will return to the normal level.

At the beginning of everything, it seemed that his idea was not wrong.

He first deleted the group photo, then changed the avatar, and then deleted Xu Jiale so that he would never have to look through the chat history again and again.

Step by step, it seems that they are one step closer to regaining control of themselves.

That emotional straight line slowly climbed up and climbed gradually every day.

On the fifth day, Wang Xiaoshan helped him arrange the clothes and supplies he had brought back, and cleaned up the room.

Because Wang Xiaoshan has rich experience in falling in love, he is not annoying at all, and Xu Jiale is not mentioned at all. They ordered Japanese food and ate together at night, and watched a variety show.

For a moment, there was a tinge of relaxed atmosphere, which even made Fu Xiaoyu temporarily forget about the broken love.

Even just this brief second made him breathe a sigh of relief. He had to believe that he could go back and return to his normal life.

He really thought he had done it, and even opened DingTalk with overconfidence, and simply arranged a little work.

But after Wang Xiaoshan left, he stood alone in the living room of Junya's mansion, the night outside the window was a deep black——

His heart suddenly sank again with a thud.

Fu Xiaoyu really didn't understand why this was the case. When he was lying on the bed, the sadness was so sharp that it almost carried a kind of physical pain. Every time he tossed and turned, Xu Jiale was always in his mind——

Xu Jiale who was smiling, Xu Jiale who squinted his eyes while smoking, Xu Jiale who leaned over to kiss him, Xu Jiale who said "break up" to him when they met for the last time.

He played every conversation with Xu Jiale over and over again in his mind, like a desperate rehearsal.

Was there a pause at one point where they said something different and the ending would have been different?

Because I knew it was not like this, every time I thought about it, it was like another stab in my heart.

The nights were longer than ever, and the agony of the long days made his hands and feet cold.

The second wave of crashes was even worse than the first.

It turns out that the feeling of falling out of love does not rise in a straight line, but goes up and down, and then the fall is even worse, and it is more difficult to get up.

This sense of loss of control made Fu Xiaoyu feel even more desperate.

That is, on the evening of his most desperate day, Fu Jing came.

When the doorbell rang, he thought it was Wang Xiaoshan who came again, but when he saw Fu Jing on the surveillance camera, he was stunned——

They have not been in touch for a long time.Fu Xiaoyu could probably guess that Fu Jing knew something.

When he went to open the door with a pale face, Fu Xiaoyu was actually at a loss because he really didn't know how to deal with Fu Jing in this state.

Fu Jing outside the door obviously came in a hurry, a little out of breath, and dressed plainly, like the T-shirt and shorts he usually wears when shopping for groceries.

He didn't speak immediately, but fixed his eyes on Fu Xiaoyu.

"...Dad." Fu Xiaoyu's voice was hoarse.

He didn't actually look in the mirror, but from Fu Jing's eyes, he could probably feel how bad he looked.

"I already know." Fu Jing said, "Your aunt and I both know about the breakup."

His tone seemed to be trying to endure something, and his eyes were wide open.

Fu Jing's expression always reminded Fu Xiaoyu of his angry appearance.

Perhaps because of her mental and physical weakness, Fu Xiaoyu completely lost the fighting spirit she had when she met Fu Jing last time.

Yes, Fu Jing won.

Judging from the results, Fu Jing's seemingly vulgar prejudice crushed his self-righteousness.

Fu Xiaoyu held the door with her fingers, and whispered, "I'm fine, I just broke up. Dad, don't tell me..."

He wanted to tell Fu Jing not to say "I told you a long time ago".

He really couldn't take it anymore.

"Little Feather."

Fu Jing shook his head, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand. There was still anger on his face, but gradually, the anger seemed to be swallowed alive and turned into something else.

Fu Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but her body froze slightly, and she could feel Fu Jing's fingers hesitating and stroking his face gently.

Perhaps it was the emaciation and gauntness that made Fu Jing completely uncontrollable, and whispered, "My son..."

His eyes were red.

Just these four words, Fu Xiaoyu almost died, she gritted her teeth and refused to speak.

"No matter what, you have to eat well, look at you, you..."

Fu Jing muttered as he walked into the room.

He only brought a small bag, threw it aside and went straight to the kitchen to rummage, then ran out again, and said anxiously: "There is nothing in the refrigerator, I will buy some for you, you sleep for a while—wait for me Buy it back and make you the fried noodles you loved when you were young."