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Lu Xiangyang has always felt uneasy since he woke up today. This kind of premonition is strange to say, as if God is reminding him that something big will happen.He ran non-stop to the hospital to deliver breakfast, and after confirming that Aunt Xu was safe and sound, he rode a small electric donkey back to the shop swiftly.

It seems that everything is fine, except that Zhou Xi has not responded to his messages.

"Morning, Master." Xiaohua saw him lock the car in a hurry at the door, and glanced suspiciously, "Oh? What's the matter?"

"I can't tell, I'm flustered." Lu Xiangyang took off his helmet and hung it on the front of the car. He didn't even have to say good morning. He pointed to the door and said to Xiao Hua, "I'll make a phone call."

The helmet was dangling in front of the car, Xiao Hua saw him walking towards the street and took out his cell phone, she nodded understandingly.

"Okay." She closed the door behind her as she agreed.

According to the original plan, Zhou Xi's procedures should have been almost completed. When he comes back after booking a plane ticket, if the time is earlier, maybe he can catch up with Christmas Eve and Christmas.

Walking along the studio, there is a small open space, not too far, just next to the road.There is an old kapok tree planted in the open space, with thick branches, and it seems to be quite old.

I heard that before the road was expanded, there was originally a fenced flower bed here, and many people could gather under the tree to drink tea and play cards and chess on summer nights.

Now they are all demolished, leaving only a bare tree.But this location is very hidden in some respects, and there is still a distance from the main road where people come and go, and passers-by will most likely not be able to hear the content of the speech clearly.

Lu Xiangyang called Zhou Xi, but it showed that he couldn't get through.

"Huh?" Lu Xiangyang's arms were a little stiff. Standing under the tree, he rubbed the phone screen against his clothes, rubbed his fingers and dialed it again.

Still can't get through.

Lu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment, feeling panicked like a vine bursting out of the ground, out of control, it grew out in an instant and covered his heart, making it airtight.

The temperature is getting lower and lower as the deep winter approaches, Lu Xiangyang rubbed the tip of his dry nose, and opened the WeChat chat window to comfort himself: "The signal is not good."

Zhou Xi's last WeChat message was sent when the peripheral blood was drawn, and there was no news after that.

Lu Xiangyang hugged his mobile phone and turned on the voice call, then squatted down from where he was.

He silently counted the seconds in his heart, staring at the screen intently, not daring to breathe.

One, two, three, four, five...

Click, the screen jumps a pattern, showing connected.

"Brother Xi?!" Lu Xiangyang was overjoyed, and quickly stood up and put the phone back to his ear, "Brother Xi, can you hear me?"

No one spoke on the opposite side, but there was an indistinct sound, intermittent, transmitted from the microphone to Lu Xiangyang's ears.

Lu Xiangyang called again: "Zhou Xi?"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard an obvious throat clearing.

"I'm here." Zhou Xi said, "Morning."

The greeting is the same as usual, but the voice is a bit strange, vague, and a little hoarse, all in all, something is not right.

Lu Xiangyang had never heard of Zhou Xi in such a state, so he almost didn't recognize him.

"What's the matter with you?" Lu Xiangyang asked almost without thinking.

"It's okay." Zhou Xi replied quickly, "What can be the matter?"

It's okay shit.

Although he didn't see anyone, Lu Xiangyang kept following the voice in his heart, clearly pointing to a fact that he was very sure of at the moment.

Zhou Xi was in a bad mood—did he cry?

Probably because he couldn't hear the other party's response, Zhou Xi added himself: "I'm really fine."

There is no silver 300 taels here.

It seemed that he didn't want to talk about it, and Lu Xiangyang didn't know where to start asking.After taking a breath, he slowly squatted back to the ground.

"Are you... all right?"

When Lu Xiangyang squatted down, he felt a sudden sadness as if the slowly rising sea submerged him, and he sank endlessly in this abyss.

Although the wind in Cotton City seemed to blow him up, he still felt as if he was drowning.

It's good to be able to fly, it's good to be able to do whatever you want.

It's so far away, I can't even give a hug.

"En." Zhou Xi said lightly through the phone, "It's all over."

"I miss you." Lu Xiangyang whispered into the microphone, "When can I come back?"

"Before Christmas." Zhou Xi covered his mouth and coughed again, with a nasal voice, "I'll buy the plane ticket first."

Boss Lu silently calculated in his heart that there were still four days left until Christmas—the orders in his store came in more and more violently as the holiday approached.

"Then I'll wait for you. I've agreed with Sister Qingqing and the others, let's make a cake for ourselves." Lu Xiangyang estimated the time, "What are you doing these two days? Where are you going to live?"

"My American landlord is here, Xincun." Zhou Xi seemed to know what he was going to ask, "Just me, rest for two days."

"Okay..." Lu Xiangyang hesitated for a while, and he squeezed his fist for a long time before he said aggrievedly, "You can't hide anything from me."

"Okay." Zhou Xi's voice was lowered, and it sounded like he was tired with his head down, "I may have to sleep for a long time, and I can't run anymore."

Lu Xiangyang nodded subconsciously while holding the phone: "I know."

"The phone is almost out of battery, go charge it for a while." Zhou Xi sighed, "Wake up and tell you."

"it is good."

The phone over there was not hung up, and no one spoke, and there was a long silence.

"Hang up." Lu Xiangyang felt a sudden pain in his heart, "Go to sleep."

Most of the time, I feel like I just need a good night's sleep.

Boss Lu put his hands in his pockets and walked back slowly. It was only a few short steps, but it seemed like he couldn't finish the walk.

It's actually normal... Lu Xiangyang enlightened himself and thought about it.It's so absurd, who can see it.

Lu Xiangyang stopped at the door of the store. He took out his mobile phone and looked down to see the US time that Zhou Xi had set for him before leaving, showing 08:30 in the evening.

The temperature is minus 10 degrees.

Weather, snow showers.

With a swipe of his finger, he slid the page to the future weather forecast bar.

— There were three consecutive days of blizzards.

The door of the studio opened in front of him, but the person who came out was not Xiao Hua.Lu Xiangyang raised his eyes and saw a pair of shiny British short boots.

Here comes the old man.

"Enter the house." Gu An stood on the steps and looked down at him, "What are you thinking?"

Lu Xiangyang didn't recover, he took a step back and was stunned: "Why are you here?"

"Help a colleague on duty, drop by." Gu An gave him half of the door, "Zhou Xi is done?"

"I've been discharged from the hospital, and I'm going back to where I live." Lu Xiangyang stood still, he hesitated and said, "I said I'm going to sleep... Maybe I've already fallen asleep."

"Can you come in? It's freezing cold with the door open." Gu An sized him up, "What's wrong?"

"Smoking?" Lu Xiangyang squeezed his phone, his gaze passed over the busy little flowers in the store, he looked up at Gu An eagerly, "Give me one."

It looks like he's making excuses.

"Oh?" The seasoned man smiled knowingly, closing the glass door as he walked out, shaking his head with a sneer, "I'm addicted."

"I have something to ask you." Lu Xiangyang turned to make way for him, and said with lowered eyes, "It's better than smoking your second-hand smoke."

Gu An shrugged indifferently, he took out the cigarette case from the hidden pocket inside the coat and handed it to him.

"What's the matter?" Gu An didn't fire, he put the lighter back into his pocket, "You look so sad."

"It's nothing..." Lu Xiangyang opened and closed the cigarette case with his nose, sniffed it, he didn't really want to smoke.

It's just that it's convenient for the two of them to talk.

Lu Xiangyang said: "I just want to ask, you have known Zhou Xi for so long, have you ever seen him cry?"

The author says:

Lazy to drink custard stars today.

It seems that there are many names, such as corn flakes, cereal crisps, and the like.But I still like to call it Custard Star!There is a cute addition to the title hehe.

Every bite is sweet after being soaked in hot milk.

PS: Duck, is Dr. Gu going to break the news?

Boss Lu is really good at Brother Xi’s small brain wave radar, OVO

PSS: This is an additional copy of 1w2 Starfish!mwah!