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Cen Baiyan was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging, Xuan Zhao couldn't call him, and before he had time to lean on a crutch, he limped up and hugged Cen Baiyan's waist from behind: "Boyan, calm down, listen to me .”

Uncle Gong frowned, looking at the hostile young man in front of him: "Young man, did you misunderstand?"

Cen Baiyan didn't dare to push Xuanzhao away, he was afraid that he might overturn the cripple with a little strength, so he suppressed his temper and turned around: "Okay, tell me, how did you get this injury."

"that is."

"Don't fucking tell me that you smashed the bowl and hit the door, I won't take your tricks of coaxing children!"

Xuan Zhao pursed his lips, his always smiling eyes were stained with indistinct pain.

Cen Baiyan's heart stabbed because of his eyes, he looked away and said, "Did this person move you?"

"No," Xuan Zhao suddenly raised his hands and wiped his face, then took a deep breath, and said softly after a long time, "It's my mother, she's a lunatic."

Cen Baiyan was taken aback.

"Uncle Gong is the owner of the bar. He cared about me and came to ask me what's going on." Xuan Zhao continued.

Uncle Gong remained silent behind Cen Baiyan.

He grew up watching Xuan Zhao, but most of the time he didn't understand what kind of person the young master was.

Xuanzhao is cold and hard. The recovery process was slow and painful. He even bit his lip without pain, and carried it off abruptly; but at certain moments, Xuanzhao also had a soft side, such as their The original plan was for Uncle Gong to play the villain who wanted debts. Xuan Zhao was afraid that Cen Baiyan would really do something to Uncle Gong, so he adjusted the play.

It’s true that Xuanzhao’s mother is crazy, it’s true that she’s had an illness these days, and it’s true that all the injuries on his body were caused by her, but she tried to let Cen Baiyan know that he was injured, put bait to lure Cen Baiyan to the bar to find him, and borrowed It is true that the injuries all over his body made Cen Baiyan pity and feel distressed.

It's just that this strong medicine is too strong, Xuan Zhao even did not hesitate to expose his deepest scar - his mother.

So much so that Uncle Gong couldn't tell whether the helplessness and fragility shown by Xuan Zhao at this moment were true or false.

"Your." Cen Baiyan frowned, unbelievable, "Mom?"

"Well," Xuanzhao hoarse, looked up at Cen Baiyan, the bruises at the corners of his eyes and mouth were shocking on his fair skin, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled reluctantly, "Boyan, I feel so ashamed, we let's go."

Only then did Cen Baiyan notice that Xuan Zhao's lips were pale and his shoulders were trembling.

When he was harassed by hooligans and brought into the police station for questioning, he had to straighten his shoulders, but now he was trembling all over.

Cen Boyan looked at him firmly, and after a while put his arm around his shoulder: "Okay, let's go."

"It's okay," Xuanzhao said in a low voice, pushed Cen Baiyan away lightly and firmly, and limped to the sofa to pick up a walking stick, "I can walk by myself."

Cen Baiyan walked behind him, watching him try to straighten his shoulders again, he didn't know what it was like.

"She's not in a good mental condition, she keeps repeating, and recently she can't recognize me again."

Cen Baiyan and Xuan Zhao were sitting face to face at the barbecue booth in the University City. Cen Baiyan grabbed the beer from Xuan Zhao's hand and stuffed him with a cup of hot milk: "You're so awesome, you drink after you've broken down this virtue. Why didn't Mom know how to hide when she beat you?"

"I can't hide," Xuan Zhao smiled. "If I hide from her, I'll bang her own head against the wall and scratch her own hands with my nails. It's better to hit me. Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Cen Baiyan didn't know what to say, so he kept silent and pried off the beer bottle cap with the corner of the table.

"Why didn't you come today?"

"Have you healed your injury?"

The two spoke at the same time, Cen Baiyan looked at Xuanzhao's eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked away as if electrocuted.

"I have something to do today." He replied bluntly.

"Oh," Xuan Zhao nodded, using disposable chopsticks to pick up the fish balls, they were so slippery that they couldn't pick them up, "I thought it was because what I said yesterday offended you, that's why you avoided me. "

Cen Baiyan saw that he was competing with a fish ball, so he took a stick and passed the fish ball over, saying duplicity: "Why should I hide from you?"

"Don't you like girls?" Xuan Zhao took the fish ball and took a bite, "You probably can't accept me like this."

——He really likes men.

Cen Baiyan's heart went up and down, and his face was tense: "It's unacceptable."

"Then I know." Xuan Zhao put down the unfinished fish balls, lowered his eyelashes and said, "Just pretend you didn't hear it, and I didn't say it either."

I don't know if it was Cen Baiyan's illusion, but he always felt that Xuan Zhao seemed a little lonely.

In fact, he had an answer in his heart that was ready to come out. He wanted to confirm it, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

"You said you fell in love at first sight." Cen Baiyan's throat tightened, he raised his head and took a sip of beer, "Is it for Chen Wei?"

Xuanzhao raised his head, and let out an "ah" out of nowhere.

"He also likes women, if you have thoughts about him, forget it." Cen Baiyan said without any fluctuation in tone.

Xuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly rolled his eyes: "Why do you think it's him?"

——It’s not him, is that really me?

In Cen Baiyan's heart, a stone fell to the ground with a "boom", and at the same time another stone was hoisted high again, and it was really ups and downs.

The two sat opposite each other at the noisy barbecue stand, and they were silent for a while, before Xuan Zhaocai said softly, "Don't you ask who it is?"

"Love so and so," Cen Baiyan stood up suddenly, "You wait here, I'll go buy medicine for you."

He left as soon as he finished speaking, and turned back two steps before going out, stared at Xuan Zhao viciously, nodded with one finger, and warned: "Don't drink secretly, drink your milk honestly."

"Got it," Xuan Zhao looked at him with his chin propped up, "kid."

As soon as the title "little friend" was mentioned, Cen Baiyan felt itchy in his heart.

He secretly "fucked" and ran away in a panic.

Seeing him almost bumping his head into an electric pole, Xuan Zhao burst out laughing with a "puchi".

Just like a puppy.

At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl wearing a Lolita skirt leaned over and asked curiously, "Brother, are you a couple with that handsome guy just now?"

Xuan Zhao immediately denied: "No."

"Ah, but you are a good match." The girl sighed a little disappointed, "You just looked at his back and laughed."

Xuan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Impossible, I didn't laugh."

"You're obviously smiling," the girl blinked mischievously, "You're so spoiled!"

Xuan Zhao's heart sank, and he looked at the girl with a cold face: "You are wrong, I didn't smile."

He swept away the gentleness just now, and his whole person became cold and unapproachable. The girl shuddered, wondering if she really read it wrong?