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Cen Baiyan's chiseled face was reflected in the mottled mirror of the toilet, but at this time his appearance was a bit unsightly - blue-colored stubble appeared on his chin, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, his eye sockets were deep-set, and there were two holes under his eyes. Bags under the eyes, scruffy and no different from the tramp under the bridge hole.

Only four hours and 28 minutes had passed since he left Xuanzhao's house, but Cen Baiyan found it unbearably long.He would think of Xuanzhao when he was smoking, he would think of Xuanzhao when he was playing a game, he would think of Xuanzhao when lying flat on the bed, and he would still think of Xuanzhao when lying on his side.

Xuanzhao is like a clock firmly welded to his mind, every time the second hand moves, an invisible pen splashes ink and writes "Xuan, Zhao" in his mind.

Xuan Zhao Xuan Zhao Xuan Zhao Xuan Zhao, why are there Xuan Zhao everywhere?

Damn, I'm almost driven crazy by this cripple!

Cen Baiyan's temper is not very good. He has fought and committed countless crimes since he was a child, but he has never been so irritable.He tossed and turned on the bed, and the charged mobile phone was placed next to the pillow. If Xuan Zhao sent him a message, he would be able to see it immediately.

The cripple is so easy to talk to, so I should contact him soon, right?Cen Baiyan thought to himself, in fact, he is also easy to coax, as long as Xuanzhao sends a text message saying "Boyan, I have let go, we are still friends", he can pretend that nothing happened.

Or Xuanzhao doesn't need to say anything, just send him a comma, period, exclamation point, whatever, as long as Xuanzhao pays attention to him.

Until 10 minutes ago, Cen Baiyan picked up his mobile phone No. 80 times, and confirmed that there was nothing but the selfie sent by Cen Qing and Cen Jingxiang's scolding. It was so hot that it was difficult for him to breathe.

He took a deep breath, and Yang Shuo, who was facing the bed, heard Cen Baiyan's heavy breathing, and asked worriedly, "Boyan, do you have a fever?"

--yes!I have a fever!

Cen Baiyan sat up suddenly, suddenly dizzy before his eyes, and it took about ten seconds to recover. He immediately turned over and got out of bed, and strode into the toilet.

——I have a fever, so the cripple won't ignore me, will he?

However, it has been more than 20 minutes since the message was sent, and there was no response.

Cen Baiyan supported the washbasin with both hands, his eyes were deep, the heavy rain and emotional agitation made him have a splitting headache, his temples throbbed, as if a hammer had hit his brain hard.

"Hold!"

After the phone screen went dark, it never turned on again. Cen Baiyan only felt that every blood vessel in his body was on fire. He cursed unbearably, and kicked the washbasin stand on one side violently.

The metal shelf couldn't stand such rough treatment, and fell apart with a "wow".

"Fuck!" Chen Wei and Yang Shuo were startled, thinking that Cen Baiyan had fallen inside, and knocked loudly on the toilet door, "Boyan! What's wrong with you? Can you stand up!"

Cen Baiyan wiped his face heavily, and turned the doorknob. Chen Wei poked his head over and scolded, "Why the hell are you crazy if you didn't fall?"

"Bo Yan," Yang Shuo looked at Cen Baiyan's flaky white lips, "You seem to have a fever, why don't you go to the infirmary?"

"No need." Cen Baiyan said in a muffled voice, and climbed back onto the bed.

His head was dizzy, and he opened his eyes to see that the ceiling was spinning.

——Ignore me, right?Okay, the big deal is that they will never communicate with each other in the future, who is afraid of whom!

Cen Baiyan felt cold all over, the phone was still clutched in his hand, and his five fingers were trying to crush the phone.

There were bursts of bitterness on the back of his tongue, and he thought viciously: "You are the one who fell in love with me at first sight, you are the one who wrote that diary, you are the one who likes me, it's all your fucking wishful thinking, it's none of my business! Take care of me, right? Save me from worrying about your deep-seated love for me, well done Xuanzhao, okay!"

Cen Baiyan gritted his teeth, wondering where the cripple might be hiding and crying now. He didn't believe that Xuan Zhao could hold back from looking for him, and he really didn't believe it!

"Pleasant to work with."

At the same time, the taxi stopped at the gate of the central apartment, and Xuan Zhao hung up an ocean phone.

He just received an email and found an offshore account, registered in a small island he had never heard of, and the registered legal person was Wan Qianshan.Obviously, this account is used to avoid taxes and transfer property.

Wan Qianshan is ambitious, how could he be satisfied with the ancestral property he stole from the Xuan family? Xuan Zhao has been secretly and frequently contacting his grandfather's business partners in the past few years. , he finally found a clue.

Xuanzhao leaned on a cane in one hand and an umbrella in the other, with his shoulders straightened, and he walked through the central garden of the apartment step by step.With a cold expression, he passed by the convenience store and ordered a cup of hot Americano. The curling heat rose and was soon torn apart by the wind.

After entering the house, Xuan Zhao entered the study room and printed out the e-mail, then sank into the light gray cloth sofa, meditating on the thin document for a long time, as if trying to think about every number and every word on it. Punctuation is firmly imprinted in the mind.

There was no heating in the room, and the coffee soon became cold. Xuan Zhao took a sip, his brows slightly wrinkled because of the harsh taste.The coffee in the convenience store was not effective. Instead of refreshing, it made him feel sleepy.

Xuan Zhao sighed, subconsciously glanced at the phone, remembering that Cen Baiyan said just now that he had a fever.

Is he okay?

Xuan Zhao moved his fingertips, and finally restrained his urge to reply to the message, slowly retracted his legs, closed his eyes, and curled up on the soft sofa.

——Drenched in such a heavy rain, how can you not get sick?

——Chen Wei is so careless, can he take good care of him?Do they have antipyretics in their bedroom?Is the infirmary open at night?

A series of questions popped up uncontrollably in his mind, each of which was related to Cen Baiyan. Xuan Zhao frowned, clenched one hand into a fist, and placed it between his eyebrows, repeatedly telling himself not to think about him, not to miss him.

However, the more Xuanzhao warned himself, the more upset he became. Two voices whispered in his ear, and he felt that he was about to be torn in two. The other half stayed in the emergency room last night and felt Cen Baiyan’s pain. Body temperature, softly said that Bo Yan is innocent, the other half is watching coldly in this empty high-end apartment.

Then, that rational and indifferent voice sounded again, asking him Xuanzhao, have you forgotten the car accident, how you became disabled, how your grandpa died, and how your mother can only be in prison. Spend the rest of your life in a typical nursing home?

—No, no, I haven't forgotten, as long as I have every second of breathing, I can't forget!

Xuan Zhao shouted silently in his heart, every word was full of flesh and blood.

Finally, his frowning brows were gradually flattened, and his slightly short breathing gradually returned to normal.

He was also innocent when he was seven years old, why didn't anyone come to save him?

Xuan Zhao hugged his knees with both hands, and buried his head deeply in his arms.

Cen Baiyan woke up again, at 49:[-] in the morning.

It was still dark outside the window, and the notification bar on the phone was also dark.

He was so dizzy that he got out of bed on the stairs, staggered and found the medicine box in the drawer, found a thermometer, swung it twice and stuck it under his armpit, and took it out after 5 minutes to have a look—wow!It's going to be 39 degrees!

There were cold medicines in the medicine box, as well as anti-inflammatory drugs and disinfectant alcohol, all of which could help him cool down. Cen Baiyan gritted his teeth, but didn't use it. He took a photo of the thermometer and sent it to Xuanzhao in a drowsy state.

When the news was sent out, he was shocked and felt that he was so fucking cheap!

That cripple ignored him all night, so what the hell is he doing? !

Just when he was about to withdraw the message, Cen Baiyan pursed his lips and withdrew his hand hesitantly.

Maybe he will come looking for me when he sees my fever so badly?

People really become fragile when they are sick. Cen Baiyan looked at Xuan Zhao's profile picture in the contact person's column, and his throat suddenly felt sore.

Xuan Zhao's profile picture is a starry sky, as quiet as he is.

But Cen Baiyan couldn't calm down, he blew his nose and lay down on the table, the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved.

Doesn't Xuanzhao like him? He's burned to such an extent, why doesn't Xuanzhao ignore him?

His ex-girlfriends all wanted to stick to him. Is there anyone who likes people like this cripple?

If Xuan Zhao really likes him and knows that he is sick, he should immediately run to his side, take care of him, and accompany him, just like... just like what he did to Xuan Zhao.

Such a thought appeared in his mind unexpectedly, and Cen Baiyan's heart jumped suddenly. This sudden high fever was like a spark, which ignited a certain emotion that he had been suppressing all the time. Every cell in his body was Started to burn.

I like him. Do I like him?

How could I fall in love with a man?

The flames clashed in the veins, and the thought of "I like Xuanzhao" was like the most ferocious beast, once it was released from the cage, it could no longer be restrained, and the heartbeat became extremely strong in an instant, almost bursting through the chest.

Cen Baiyan's well-defined jaw line was tense, and his sick brain could not bear such strong emotions, so he fell down on the desk with a "bang".

Two hours later, Chen Wei got up to pee, and found Cen Baiyan, who was hot like a fireball, and rushed him into the school infirmary.

Cen Baiyan is in good health, he received injections and took medicine, and he was alive and well after a night of sleep.

Physical illnesses are healed, but mental illnesses are hard to heal.

Even though he knew that he was about to burn to death, Xuan Zhao never contacted him, but just called Chen Wei, saying that he would be busy with his studies and could not continue to tutor Chen Wei in his homework.

Excuses, all fucking excuses!

Cen Baiyan could hear clearly from the side, Xuan Zhao's gentle voice could always calm his anxiety in the past, but now it made the unknown fire in his heart more vigorous.

Chen Wei didn't know what happened between the two of them, so he asked Xuan Zhao, "Bo Yan is right next to me, why don't you talk to him?"

Cen Baiyan's eyebrows twitched violently.

Xuan Zhao was silent on the other end of the phone for three seconds, and then said calmly: "No need, just say hello for me."

A "beep" sounded, and Cen Baiyan's heart sank heavily.

"I want you to f*ck do nothing!" He was very irritable, and cursed at Chen Wei, "Why don't you know how to take off your pants, you fart!"

"... What kind of hysteria are you suffering from?" Chen Wei dared not speak out in anger.

Recently, Cen Baiyan has a very violent temper, like a powder keg, which could explode at any time, which made him feel uneasy.

The gunpowder barrel, Cen Boyan, was determined to compete with Xuan Zhao, and he started a unilateral wrestling, as if he would lose if he went to find Xuan Zhao again.

On the fifth day of the silence of the starry sky portrait, Cen Baiyan smoked five cigarettes in one go on the balcony, and angrily swore to the sky that if he continued to talk to Xuan Zhao, he would never find a girlfriend in his life!

The consequence of excessive smoking is that his throat can no longer hold up. In the next three days, Cen Baiyan smoked all five packs of Yuxi. After a game, he leaned against the wall in the locker room and almost coughed up his lungs. He straightened up Suddenly thought it would be great if Xuan Zhao was there.

If Xuanzhao was there, he would tap his forehead and say with a smile that children should smoke less, then put a mint leaf under his tongue, make him a cup of chrysanthemum tea to relieve the fire, and let him sit properly with a clear throat. Stop talking.

But Xuan Zhao has ignored him.

Cen Baiyan suddenly felt an uncontrollable soreness in his heart, and even his fingertips began to twitch with a faint pain.

It's been eight days, and this is the eighth day they've lost contact.

It was Xuan Zhaoxian who liked him, it was Xuan Zhaoxian who came to provoke him, and now it is Xuan Zhaoxian who wants to draw a line with him, so Xuan Zhaoxian has the final say!

Cen Baiyan's eyes dimmed, he was baked on the fire for eight days, what about Xuanzhao?What is Xuan Zhao doing?

Is he still living his life with ease and order?

Why?

Cen Baiyan clenched his fists, the beast in his body was about to lose control, and he sent Xuan Zhao the first message in the past eight days——

[I'm going to talk about my girlfriend. 】

When the last period was struck, Cen Baiyan's veins bulged out on the back of his hand, and his temples throbbed wildly.

He stared at the screen of the phone, his eyes never leaving.

If Xuanzhao doesn't even reply to this message.

If he dares to really part ways with me.

Cen Baiyan pursed his lips tightly. After an unknown amount of time, the words "typing" finally appeared on the top of the screen, and his eyes flashed——

[I also have a boyfriend. 】

boom--

Blood roared and surged in his veins, Cen Baiyan was panting heavily, and his rationality collapsed after a second of struggle.

How can he like someone else?

He can only like me, only me, the object of his love at first sight is me, and the object of his sinking is me, I only allow him to like me, only me!

Cen Baiyan grabbed a person casually, pointed at Xuanzhao's number on the phone, and said hoarsely, "Call this person and ask him where he is, immediately!"

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