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In fact, Su Zhiyun doesn't like the two things "coincidence" and "long time no see" that much.

Standing in front of him, Chen Yi was wearing a bright orange T-shirt, and every tip of his hair swirled and shone in the sun, just like the harmless smile on his face.

He blinked his eyes, a little surprised, still holding a box of Wangzai milk in his hand, before he came out from the nearby supermarket: "Long time no see."

Su Zhiyun didn't speak, and he didn't pay attention to the other party. He was blocked in the alley by the group brought by Cai Zhuoyu just now, and now he was exhausted and looked tired.

There were no wounds on his cheeks, only a layer of sweat that reflected the light slightly. Other wounds could be covered with clothes, but not on his face.

Su Zhiyun didn't want to hear Aunt Wang's nagging, and she didn't want Aunt Wang to tell Li Yanjiao and Su Tianhe about it after she saw it. That would only make things more troublesome.

Except for his face, which was intact, the rest of him looked bruised.

Cai Zhuoyu is the most troublesome one among Gu Zehuan's many suitors. He is like a venomous snake, stalking him, unable to get rid of, unable to get rid of, he is a dirty bubble gum sticking to the bottom of his feet.

He and the inexplicable little gangsters he brought overwhelmed the sky like locusts, endless, tireless, and did not give any chance to breathe.

But this doesn't mean that Su Zhiyun wants to see Chen Yi.

"Don't show such a scary expression." Chen Yi sighed, he seemed a little bored, took out a small candy from his pocket and threw it over: "I didn't come to fight with you today, I just met you by chance. I just want to talk to you."

Su Zhiyun didn't answer.

The candy rolled to the side of the trash can.

Chen Yi clicked his tongue twice, and took a sip of the Wangzai milk in his hand, with a regretful tone.

"That sugar is expensive, what a waste."

Chen Yi is a strange person, he doesn't look like a bad guy, sometimes he even looks very childish, and he has a Doraemon-like pocket that can always take out all kinds of candy and snacks.

Su Zhiyun didn't have time to think about this unpleasant coincidence, he stood up and was about to leave.

Chen Yi continued to speak unhurriedly behind him: "Since you have been being picked on by Cai Zhuoyu, why didn't you call the police? Those little hooligans are very cowardly, even if they don't tell the police after seeing the police, they won't come to trouble you again. , at least I can live a quiet life.”

Chen Yi turned around again: "Oh, I see, you don't want your family to know, right?"

"Then consider asking me to help you."

Very calm and gentle tone.

It sounds super sincere, without any falsehood.

Only then did Su Zhiyun turn around, as if he was slightly interested in what he said.

Chen Yi slightly raised his eyebrows, waiting for his reply.

Su Zhiyun said: "If you want to make friends, you shouldn't use such a stupid way."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the candy at his feet and threw it into the trash can, then turned and left.

Chen Yi didn't speak anymore, looked at Su Zhiyun's leaving figure for a long time, chuckled twice, and muttered to himself: "It's crazy."

There are always all kinds of people in this world, and it can be simply and roughly described as "the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds", so there should be no surprise or anger at the presence of people like Chen Yi.

But Su Zhiyun still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. The original bad mood because of Cai Zhuoyu's finding faults became even more messy because he just met Chen Yi.

The invisible fire seemed to burn all the way to the limbs and bones.

Even his body involuntarily became hotter.

The weather is very hot, and May already has the appearance of early summer. Su Zhiyun saw a yellow-brown canvas hanging in the alley next to him, with three big characters of mung bean soup written on it, and his footsteps stopped.

The small bowl of blue and white porcelain is filled with frozen mung bean soup, with a lot of sugar added. The grizzled grandmother's craftsmanship is not as good as imagined, as if she drank a bowl of rice porridge that is too sticky, and she choked on her throat after drinking it. .

It should be called mung bean smoothie.

Teeth crunched and chattered from the cold.

But Su Zhiyun still finished his drink, and the huge pagoda tree growing beside him cast a thick shade on the stall, and the cool breeze blew up the hem of his clothes.

Most of the old urban areas are old residential buildings, not as bustling and lively as the city center, and there is very little traffic. The old lady who also has nothing to do in the summer afternoon enthusiastically came over and chatted with Su Zhiyun all the time, touching his palm He couldn't stop praising: "Just by touching it, you can tell it's the young master of a good family, with delicate skin and tender flesh."

Su Zhiyun didn't speak, and listened to the old lady's babbling, the other party's eyesight was bad and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, so he touched his palm prints and praised him for his good life, a life of being rich and well-fed for a lifetime.

"What about marriage?"

Su Zhiyun asked suddenly.

The old lady was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "The marriage must be very good."

"Will you be with the person you like?"

The old lady nodded hurriedly: "Of course."

Su Zhiyun fell into deep thought, his eyelashes trembled slightly, thinking of something.

The old grandma looked at him with a smile, as kindly as if she was looking at her little grandson whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Su Zhiyun paid the money but didn't leave immediately. Gu Zehuan was called home for dinner today. He had nothing to do and didn't want to go home, otherwise Cai Zhuoyu wouldn't have caught the opportunity to place the order.

He raised his head in a daze, seriously thinking about where to go next to pass the time.

Summer without Gu Zehuan is long and long, scorching hot, and cicadas chirping loudly, like boiling water, tasteless and tasteless, no different from the rest of spring, autumn, and winter, seasons and time themselves become meaningless.

The leaves are whirling and the sun is shining brightly.

Su Zhiyun noticed the gaze from the side, straightened up, and looked over there.

An unexpected person.

"Cui Ming."

Su Zhiyun was very calm.

Cui Ming was like a good friend who hadn't seen Su Zhiyun for a long time, and he started to exchange greetings strangely: "Long time no see."

Su Zhiyun followed and nodded: "Long time no see."

The two things "coincidence" and "long time no see" are always accompanied by each other, like a shadow.

So I don't like it very much.

Su Zhiyun thought to himself.

"If you don't want to go home, how about going to my house?"

When Cui Ming asked this because of his injury, Su Zhiyun fell into deep thought. What the other party said was well-founded and there was no reason to refuse.

He agreed.

In fact, when I saw Cui Ming again, Su Zhiyun was not surprised that Cui Ming proposed to go to my house to treat the wound with a good temper like a bad guy.

After all, Su Zhiyun vaguely felt a long time ago that Cui Ming probably belonged to the kind of innocent character who would pick up injured birds and raise them when he saw them on the road.

It was a little troublesome to deal with the injuries on his body. Su Zhiyun sat on the sofa, not paying attention to Cui Ming's eyes, as if no one else was around.

When Cui Ming came back after washing the red bayberry, he saw the tattoo on Su Zhiyun's chest, and he said after a while: "Is this what you want to get tattooed yourself?"

The cross is a symbol of Christianity, representing love and redemption. At the same time, it is also an ancient torture tool for executing Jesus. People use the torture tool to pay homage to Jesus and praise him as the sacrifice of all mankind.

In the 21st century, it has become holy and pure, without any filth, symbolizing love and redemption. Most people don't care much about the fact that it used to be a torture tool.

After all, human memory is very short.

Su Zhiyun knew that Cui Ming saw that the writing was Gu Zehuan's name, he continued to put on his clothes, the T-shirt slipped off, covering the wound, and replied: "Yes."

So Cui Ming stopped talking.

It's a lie, and rightfully so.

Su Zhiyun thought to himself.

The reason why he got a tattoo was not because he wanted to, but because Gu Zehuan wanted to.

……

A dim shadow leaked from the curtains.

"The letters on your earrings are my initials."

Gu Zehuan's arms gradually tightened, and he lowered his head against Su Zhiyun's chest, listening to the overwhelming, humiliating heartbeat.

Su Zhiyun's ears trembled. In the days approaching the beginning of summer, sticky sweat stains would appear from the close contact of the skin, and a gorgeous and weird lust spread out from the scorching breath.

His breathing gradually increased.

Gu Zehuan raised his face, looking like an ignorant child who took it for granted, asking Su Zhiyun wantonly.

"Tattoo my name here."

Su Zhiyun repeated stiffly: "Tattoo your name?"

Gu Zehuan's cheeks looked very smooth, and the way he bowed his head looked a little childlike, and there was a misty moisture in his eyelashes, as if it was going to rain.

"Tattoo my name."

He repeated it again.

Su Zhiyun's throat rolled, and after a while, he spit out the word "good".

……

He came back from the memories, Su Zhiyun knew that he couldn't refuse Gu Zehuan.

And it may never be possible to refuse Gu Zehuan

Cui Ming was silent for a while after hearing his affirmative answer.

"If I tell you that I already like someone else, can the two of us still be friends?"

There is no joking expression on his face. Outside the window is the majestic and magnificent sunset. The fire from the sky has been scorching to the boundless. Follow Su Zhiyun.

Only his eyes were shining in the weak dusk.

Cui Ming is different from before.

This subtle change not only occurred in his rapidly growing body, but also in his eyebrows and eyes.

He gradually began to stretch, to produce luxuriant branches and leaves, to block the bright sun, to be able to shelter others from wind and rain, and to cast shade.

Su Zhiyun's impression of Cui Ming was still that of the boy who was punished to stand outside the junior high school and eat snacks, but now Cui Ming lowered his head and asked him in such a soft voice.

There was no hesitation in his tone, nor did he waver in the slightest.

That expression made Su Zhiyun feel familiar, but also made Su Zhiyun feel strange.

During the lengthy silence, the stubbornness in Cui Ming's eyes did not go out. He looked at Su Zhiyun and refused to blink.

No one spoke in the silence, so Su Zhiyun stretched out his hand and took a bayberry soaked in salt water. The bayberry tasted very sweet and had a fresh taste.

"I've listened to GlassAnimalsGooey's song many times, next time I recommend a new song."

The light in Cui Ming's eyes gradually brightened again, and he finally smiled.

"Latest recommendation, ParisInTheRain."

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