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Ji Yusheng looked at the card in his hand, then looked back at the closed door, and murmured, "...I am no longer qualified to write these things to my husband."

Then he took a deep breath, thinking about the resolution he made yesterday, and made a phone call.

"Hello? Is this the daily news?"

"Hello, yes, we are the Daily News, what can I do?"

"Excuse me, I would like to ask first, is your newspaper the one with the most readers?"

"Yes, we have paper and electronic editions, both of which are the newspapers with the most readers and the most read in City Y."

"Okay, can I ask how much it costs to run a bulletin? I want to run a bulletin."

Song Shihe looked at the flowers on the table from the window sill through a layer of smoke, unable to look away for a long time.He still remembers how excited he was on that day five years ago, how convinced he was that they would be together after the art exhibition, do the things they like together, study oriental art for life, study western art by themselves, travel together, go to Find inspiration, go to the city where there are only two of them when they are old, and love together for a long time.

Then in the next life, I will run to spring to kiss him, and be the one and only one he met first, favorite, unique and destined.

But now he can only keep telling himself not to be moved by his heart, but he can't stop it. He always hears the sound of his heartbeat, like spring grass breaking through the soil.All he could do in the end was to let frost and snow cover them, especially after today.He couldn't take the guilt of life as liking, because that would be too sad.

After Song Shihe exhaled his last puff of smoke, he put the bouquet of flowers in a black box, tied a bow, and sealed it up forever.

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In the next few weeks, Ji Yusheng thought about what he could do for Song Shihe every night. The environment in his dreams every day was surprisingly beautiful, but the sorrow born in that beauty made Ji Yusheng very sad.

One day he dreamed that his husband wrote him a letter asking him to go to the midsummer garden in summer. He ran through many courtyards holding flowers to the garden and saw Song Shihe's back, so he was full of joy, but when he ran to call him, Mr. Turning his head, the indifferent expression was blaming him.

Another day he dreamed that he was at the post office, holding an affectionate letter, and kept stuffing it into the mailbox but couldn't get it in anyway, as if the husband was rejecting his heart.

Later, he dreamed that he was sitting on a university bench waiting for Song Shihe to finish his class, but he saw Song Shihe surrounded by a group of people, pointing at him and yelling at him, saying that he was immoral, that he was hypocritical, and that he was a vain teacher, but he himself It seemed like he couldn't move away, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't rush to Song Shihe's side and yelled to explain that this was not the case.

Every day, when I open the window, I see wet roses.

So Ji Yusheng came to Song Shihe almost every weekend, sometimes helping him clean the room, sometimes helping him make delicious food.In the beginning, Song Shihe would often block the door and refuse to let him come, but whenever Ji Yusheng said that he was shivering from the cold all the way here, his hands and feet were red from the cold, and wanted to borrow his house for warmth, he seemed to hesitate because of his good upbringing all the time. I will agree.

It's just that they are often relatively silent, and each conversation is no more than ten sentences.

Today the doorbell rang in the afternoon as usual, and when Song Shihe opened the door, he saw Ji Yusheng in thick clothes and a fluffy scarf.Because it was still winter, Ji Yusheng would usually wear warm clothes, but today he was wearing extra thick clothes.When Song Shihe was still puzzled, Ji Yusheng bent his eyes, rubbed his hands together and said, "Sir, let's go see the snow today!"

These words were exhaled with the hot air, and drifted into the cold air, forming a puff of mist, which floated behind Song Shihe's ears and he was immediately speechless.

That's the deal they made before.

Seeing Ji Yusheng's expectant eyes, Song Shihe looked away, and said cruelly, "No, it's too cold."

"But today's weather forecast says it's a good day to see snow..."

Song Shihe was silent for a while, and said, "Go and see."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and went back to the room. Ji Yusheng looked at Song Shihe's back, lowered his head in frustration, and entered the room silently. After entering the room, he saw Song Shihe sitting on the sofa looking at the computer with glasses, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Are you really not going?"

Song Shihe raised his head and looked at him. The thin-rimmed golden glasses made his whole outline more indifferent. He said, "What are you going to do? To recall the past?"

Hearing Song Shihe's misunderstanding again, Ji Yusheng said in a low voice, "No..."

The air was silent for a while because of Ji Yusheng's explanation that he didn't know how to speak. Song Shihe, who was staring at Ji Yusheng closely, suddenly said, "But I will remember."

"What?" Ji Yusheng was slightly taken aback.

Song Shihe said word by word: "Looking at the snow reminds me of the past."

Ji Yusheng's eyes moved, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he heard Song Shihe continue to say: "But that is not the past that I am worth revisiting, and it hurts every time I think about it."

"So, if you want to go, go."

"After all, the past is nothing but pain for you, right? Apart from feeling guilty for me, you have no other feelings, don't you?"

"No, I am one by one"

Song Shihe didn't wait for Ji Yusheng's response, then lowered his head and continued to face the computer, completely ignoring Ji Yusheng's desire to explain, Ji Yusheng could only dispel the idea when he saw this.

After Ji Yusheng arrived in the kitchen, Song Shihe closed the computer and looked at the kitchen wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, there was a loud "clang" sound from the kitchen. Song Shihe ran to the kitchen almost as soon as he heard the sound. After opening the door, he saw Ji Yusheng squatting on the ground holding the washbasin in pain.

"Shengsheng, what's wrong with you?"

When he heard this sentence, Ji Yusheng focused all his attention on this sentence for a moment. It was because his husband was willing to call him Shengsheng after the reunion. He suddenly felt his nose sour and his eyes flushed.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng's eyes were red but he didn't respond to him, Song Shihe was even more anxious, "Shengsheng? Are you okay?"

Ji Yusheng waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I just feel sick and want to go to the bathroom."

Seeing this, Song Shihe immediately ignored other things, reached out and hugged Ji Yusheng, carried him to the toilet, and gently stroked his back when he vomited.

After Ji Yusheng vomited, Song Shihe frowned and asked him, "What's the matter? Does your stomach hurt? Did you eat the wrong thing?"

Seeing that Ji Yusheng's face turned red unnaturally, Song Shihe touched his forehead and said, "I still have a little fever." Song Shihe's hands were cold, and Ji Yusheng involuntarily leaned towards them, and Song Shihe's hands trembled slightly.

Ji Yusheng said in a low voice: "No, it should be that yesterday I saw a client who drank too much and had a stomachache, so just take some medicine and it will be fine."

"Drinking?" Song Shihe's face suddenly became a little ugly when he heard the words, "Didn't you say that you don't need to drink much now?"

"Uh...yesterday that was a major customer of the company."

But this didn't ease Song Shihe's anger. He asked angrily in his tone, "Isn't it okay to leave the drinking to the people below?"

"I'm worried that Party A feels that our company is not sincere enough..."

As Ji Yusheng said this, his face suddenly turned blue again, and his lips were trembling. Song Shihe turned to ask him, "Where is the medicine?"

Ji Yusheng wiped his mouth and said, "It's on the first layer of the backpack."

After Song Shihe left, Ji Yusheng's mind was not filled with pain, but wondering whether Song Shihe's anxiety just now was for him, whether it was true.

The author has something to say:

Although, it may be that my point is quite special... I think this chapter is quite sweet