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When Cen Baiyan returned to the dormitory, Chen Wei and Yang Shuo were taken aback.

He was wet from the inside to the outside, his whole body was like a mobile reservoir, dripping water dripping out, holding something tightly with both hands.

"I | Fuck!" Chen Wei jumped up from the chair, "What the hell are you doing in winter?"

Yang Shuo hurriedly brought a dry towel: "Bo Yan, wipe it off quickly."

Cen Baiyan showed no expression, and waved his hand: "No need."

"No need, no need!" Chen Wei took the towel and put it on his head, wiped it carelessly, then turned to Yang Shuo and said, "Bring his bath towel and hang it on the side of his closet."

"Oh ok, I'll get it right away"

Yang Shuo fetched the bath towel, Chen Wei reached out to pick off Cen Baiyan's coat, but Cen Baiyan clasped his hands tightly to his chest, motionless.

"What are you carrying? What kind of treasure?" Chen Wei frowned.

Cen Baiyan seemed to have just come to his senses, tossed his hair, and took out a notebook from his arms.

He didn't know why, but before he left, he slipped the diary by mistake.Xuan Zhao said that he wanted to "dispose" of the diary, but Cen Baiyan couldn't bear it at that time, and his heart was burning with pain.

Chen Wei and Yang Shuo looked at each other, both showing surprised expressions.

Cen Baiyan himself has become a dog in the water, he has lost the slightest human appearance, and the notebook in his arms is not dripping, how tightly it has to be covered!

"Don't ask," Cen Baiyan said in a deep voice without waiting for them to speak, "I won't tell."

He opened the closet door, squatted down, and put the diary into the safe that had never been used.

When Chen Wei saw him, he seemed to be stimulated by something, and he didn't dare to ask him about the diary, so he thought he had cleverly changed the subject: "Where did you take my teacher Xiaoxuan yesterday? Make it look like a dead dog, where is I, Teacher Xuan Zhao?"

Cen Baiyan paused with his fingertips. His limbs were originally cold, but hearing this name warmed his heart slightly.

"Have you had a fight?" Chen Wei asked cautiously seeing that his expression was not right.

"No," Cen Baiyan shook his head, his lips moved, as if he wanted to confide something to his friend, but after a long silence, he finally waved his hand wearily, ".Forget it."

He couldn't tell what kind of complicated feeling he had in his heart.

Cen Boyan would rather Xuanzhao quarrel with him, hysterically asking him why he tampered with his diary without permission, and asking him if you have feelings for me in that way.

But Xuanzhao is a person who can always maintain extreme rationality and calmness, and can deal with everything with ease.Even in such an embarrassing scene, he maintained the peace between the two as much as possible.

How could a person like Xuan Zhao quarrel with others?

"That's right, how could someone like me, Teacher Xuan, quarrel." Chen Wei scratched his head, then looked Cen Baiyan up and down, and said thoughtfully, "Then what's wrong with you? It's raining so heavily outside, Don’t you know how to avoid them without an umbrella?”

Yang Shuo intuitively felt that Cen Baiyan and the "Mr. Xuan" they were talking about were a bit weird. He wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, so he murmured, "Who is that Mr. Xuan you are talking about?"

"You've seen it too! Oh right, you didn't go to the bar yesterday," Chen Wei said, "It's just the cripple we met when we went to Jinglei Bar for the first time, and the one we went to the police station with later."

Yang Shuo was a little surprised, so it was him?

The cripple looks very good, always smiling, but for some reason, Yang Shuo is a little afraid of him.

His gentle voice always reminds Yang Shuo of that unfathomable "employee".

But how is it possible?Yang Shuo immediately cut off this ridiculous guess in his mind.

One is the person in charge of the bar, and the other is the bar who is crippled and working, and there should be no connection whatsoever.

"Go, go, take a shower." Chen Wei urged Cen Baiyan.

"Wait a minute," Cen Baiyan wiped his face heavily with both hands, exhaled foul breath, "I'll smoke a cigarette first."

The cigarette in his pocket had already been soaked by the rain, so he took one out of the cigarette case on Chen Wei's desk, went to the balcony to light it, and stared outside for a while.

The cripple's ankle was burnt, did he apply medicine?Is it still hurting now?

It's so wet and cold, can his knees bear it?Wouldn't even Little Sun be willing to use it in order to save the two yuan electricity bill?

The drenched sweater and trousers were clinging to his body, and he didn't even know it was cold, so he took a deep drag on his cigarette.

The bitter smell of nicotine poured into his lungs, causing Cen Boyan to cough twice. Chen Wei hurriedly dragged him into the room, grabbed the cigarette in his hand and pinched it, cursing: "You fucking idiot | ? Drenched like a dead dog and still smoking, hurry up and take a hot shower for me!"

"I'm pretty stupid." Cen Baiyan suddenly smiled sarcastically.

It was Xuan Zhaoxian who liked him, and it was Xuan Zhaoxian who pushed him away. Why is it that the cripple has the final say?

Chen Wei was stunned: "Damn. What did Teacher Xiaoxuan do to you?"

"It's nothing." Cen Baiyan lowered his head and smiled, "He drove me away."

Chen Wei was dumbfounded, and then plucked his ears: "Did I hear correctly? Drive, drive away?"

Cen Baiyan pretended to be okay, tried his best to make himself look like he didn't care at all, spread his hands indifferently, and walked into the bathroom.

Chen Wei blinked in a daze: "What kind of plot is this? You're out of your mind, it's as if you were dumped by your girlfriend."

Cen Baiyan's wet footprints were left in the room. Yang Shuo looked at the row of footprints and remained silent.

Chen Wei is a rough man who can't notice anything, but Yang Shuo is sensitive.

He pursed his lips, a trace of hidden disappointment floated in his eyes.

Bai Yan he... Could it be that he fell in love with that beautiful cripple?

On the other side, Xuan Zhao sat on the ground for an unknown amount of time, and his legs were numb when he got up.

There was no light in the room. He fumbled to the wall and turned on the light. The ice wrapped in the cloth completely melted into water, and the soaked dishcloth lay limply on the ground, pitifully.

Xuan Zhao looked down at the light blue soft cloth, his eyes lost focus for a moment.

Then he bent down to pick up the piece of cloth, and threw it into the trash can with a cold expression.

There was a dull pain in the burnt ankle, and the old knee injury had recurred due to the continuous winter rain. Xuanzhao didn’t deal with the pain in his body—pain was an efficient way for him to maintain his sanity—he called a car, and the destination was located at Xishan Sanatorium.

In the corridor, the scrapped street lamps gave off an indistinct burning smell, Xuan Zhao closed the door, just in time to meet the man coming out of the toilet at the opposite door.

The man held a flashlight in one hand and lifted the baggy trousers. First, he glanced behind Xuan Zhao vigilantly to make sure that the angry little boy was not there. At the stairway, he snapped his fingers: "Brother, where are you going in such a heavy rain? If you're lonely, come and sit with me."

Xuan Zhao looked at him calmly: "Rang Rang."

"You're not short-tempered," the man flicked a flashlight on Xuan Zhao's face, "My buddy likes you for being energetic!"

"It's only three things, this is the second time," Xuan Zhao said blankly, "Let's go."

I don't know why, but the man standing in front of him is clearly a cripple who has no power to restrain his chicken, but the man feels a kind of awe-inspiring aura from him, as if...as if the cripple is a superior person, looking at him It's like watching an ant.

The bright white light of the flashlight shone on Xuan Zhao's face, making his eyes even colder. The man couldn't help but shudder, and then cursed in his heart that he was worthless, isn't he just a poor|crimp?Scared like this!

He tilted his head and spat, and said sullenly: "Whatever is less than three, don't talk about four-character idioms with me here, I won't let it go today, what's the matter, I will pass three, what can you do with me?" manage?"

"You and your brother," Xuan Zhao said with a slight smile, "I have tried to break my door lock three times in the past month, and knocked on the door twice pretending to be a plumbing company. What do you want to do?"

The man's back turned cold, the dilapidated unfinished building, the dark corridor, the scrapped street lamp, and the pale cripple. The combination is an excellent scene for a horror movie. His eyes looking at Xuan Zhao are like seeing a ghost: "Fuck! You, how the fuck do you know? Are you a fucking human or a ghost?"

"Monitoring." Xuan Zhao comforted him kindly, "I'm a materialist, don't worry."

The man tremblingly moved his flashlight to the Xuanzhao Gate, only to notice that there was a black monitor in the dusty milk box beside the door. They are all precarious foreigners, who would have thought that someone installed an electronic camera at the door of their house.

"The video evidence is all backed up, and you can take the legal route at any time." Xuan Zhao leaned on a cane, and bowed in a very gentlemanly manner, "Can you make it easy now?"

The man turned sideways to let out the way in a daze, Xuan Zhao nodded slightly: "Thank you."

The man swallowed, and suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"By the way," Xuan Zhao walked down a few steps, stopped, and said politely, "I was in a good mood before, so I planned to take the legal route. If there is another time, I will not be in such a good mood, maybe Will resort to other ways to solve the problem."

"Wh-what method?" The man looked at Xuan Zhao's thin back with horror.

"You two can give it a try." Xuan Zhao said with a smile.

The taxi cut through the rain and fog and was driving on the way to the suburbs.

Xuan Zhao sat in the back seat, flipping through the pictures he had just received on his mobile phone—three long tables were set up in the magnificently decorated lobby, the three-tiered cake was as gorgeous as a work of art, and the guests wore expensive and elegant custom-made dresses , with goblets in their hands, all talking and laughing at Yanyan.

Among these people, there are many familiar faces of Xuan Zhao. Xuan Zhao has done enough homework, and many of them were grandfather's partners back then.

In the last photo, Wan Qianshan is laughing heartily on the stairs. On his left is the gentle Cen Jingxiang, and on the right is the delicate Cen Qing. The lights shine on them, which is truly beautiful.

Xuan Zhao's eyes froze suddenly——

On Cen Jingxiang's wrist was actually wearing the emerald bracelet Xuanyu!

This bracelet was left by Xuanzhao's grandma, and was later passed on to his mother. Xuanyu attached great importance to this bracelet and only wore it on important occasions. People in the circle joked that it was a symbol of the Xuan family being the head of the family.

Xuanzhao was still a child when the car accident happened, and he had no idea about this thing. His mother had a lot of jewelry, so he just thought it was an ordinary thing.It wasn't until Uncle Gong accidentally mentioned this bracelet to him when he was eleven or twelve years old that he realized that this jadeite bracelet was of great significance to Xuanyu, and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

Really hard work paid off, what he had been looking for for more than ten years finally appeared today.

Xuan Zhao stared at the family of three cuddling together in the photo, raised his hand and slowly rubbed his throat, with a slight smile between his lips and teeth.

Fine, fine, you are all fine.

More than an hour later, the taxi stopped at the gate of the nursing home, and Xuan Zhao gave the driver an extra 500 yuan to wait here for half an hour.

In the VIP ward, Xuan Yu smiled idiotically while holding a calendar.

Xuan Zhao stood at the door for a long time before calling out, "Mom."

Xuan Yu looked over in response, and seeing Xuan Zhao's eyes brighten, he said excitedly, "Qian Shan, you're here!"

Xuan Zhao closed his eyes heavily, and the nurse who accompanied him helplessly explained: "It's been like this for the past few days, and everyone I meet is called Qianshan."

"It's okay," Xuan Zhao smiled reassuringly at the nurse, "Go check other rooms first, and I'll go after I check her."

"Qian Shan, have you received your birthday present? Do you still like it?" Xuan Yu asked.

Wan Qianshan's birthday has always been the most important day in her heart. In Xuan Zhao's vague memory, whenever Wan Qianshan's birthday is coming up, her mother is always busy, choosing gifts, choosing hotels and ordering menus. , everything in person.

Knowing that Wan Qianshan came from the countryside, she always felt a little inferior, so she turned Wan Qianshan's birthday party into a business reception, and made Wan Qianshan stand upright in front of those business leaders with the help of Xuanjia.

But what did she get for her painstaking efforts?

Xuan Zhao's face was sinking like water, standing in front of the hospital bed, smoothing his mother's messy temple hair: "Mom, it's me, Xiao Zhao."

"Qianshan," Xuanyu held Xuanzhao's palm, "I like the pen you gave me very much. It turns out that there are so many meanings in it. If I hadn't gone to the counter to ask, I really don't know!"

She was referring to the Fit pen. Wan Qianshan carefully selected the classic model for Xuanyu—the designer sailed half the world to get the inspiration, just like I traveled through Qianshan and finally landed for you.

Xuanzhao looked at his mother's white hair on the sideburns, and his heart throbbed with pain.

Compared with this moment, the physical pain is nothing at all.

"Mom," Xuan Zhao threw the walking stick aside, leaned over and hugged his mother's amazingly thin shoulders, "Don't worry, the bracelet is yours, the house is yours, and their property is yours. I will do the same. Take back."

The faint scent of herbs filled the nostrils, Xuan Yu suddenly paused, and after trembling for a long time, his lips trembled: "Xiao Zhao?"

"It's me, it's Xiao Zhao, mom, it's Xiao Zhao." Xuan Zhao gently patted his mother's back.

Xuanyu's tears fell uncontrollably: "Xiao Zhao, does your leg hurt? Have you taken your medicine? Why are you running around when it's raining?"

Xuan Zhao's eyes burned: "It doesn't hurt, it's okay, my leg is healed, and it doesn't hurt at all."

Xuanyu nodded, hugged Xuanzhao back hard, and said tremblingly: "Mom had a nightmare. I dreamed that I hit you with a book and scratched your hands with my nails. I, I, I, Mom. Mom didn't mean it. .”

While comforting her, Xuan Zhao said, "It's all a dream, it's not real, it's not real."

At the same time, Xuan Zhao's phone vibrated.

He took out his mobile phone with one hand, it was a message, and the sender was [Cen Boyan].

--I have a fever.

Xuan Zhao stared at the short four words for a long time.

Then, he lowered his eyes and bent his lips.

It is not enough to destroy everything Wan Qianshan and Cen Jingxiang have now, and their most proud heir will soon become his.

In the toilet of the male dormitory of Harbor University, Cen Baiyan hesitated for a long time, and finally pressed the send button.

His hands were covered in sweat, and he held the sink and took a deep breath.

He even took the initiative to send a message, that stupid | cripple must not be ignorant and shameless.

Cen Baiyan stared at the phone screen, muttering in his heart:

"Take care of me, talk to me, talk to me."

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