Specific gravity

Cen Baiyan once again came to this unfinished building in the deepest alley of the university town.

He has had tenderness and love here, and he defines this place as "home" in his heart, where he has his cherished lover, the crisp sound of pots and pans colliding, the little sun that consumes a lot of electricity, and the nest together The sofa for playing video games, there is a night light that lights up when you touch it lightly. There are also some meaningless gadgets, such as a talking cactus puppet, a tumbler with a big head on it, and a pinch that makes you cry called piggy toy.

Probably a person would become stupid when he was tempted, Cen Baiyan felt that he was simply stupid.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly so that no light could come in. When Xuan Zhao pressed the switch and the incandescent lamp suddenly illuminated the room, Cen Baiyan still felt a dull pain unavoidably.

After all, he has only been tempted once in his life.

The sudden light was Cen Baiyan's best cover, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, and took another deep breath.

"What do you want to take away?" Xuan Zhao stood upright with his back to him, "take it yourself."

"Okay." Cen Baiyan strode into the room without taking off his shoes.

Xuan Zhao looked down at his footprints on the ground and suddenly felt dazed.

At the beginning, he rented this room as a means to confuse Cen Baiyan. When he came here occasionally, he only used it as a foothold. It was no different from a pavilion on the side of the road or a bench in a park. Change the details of the shoes.After Cen Boyan moved in recklessly, he placed shoe racks and floor mats by the door. He always said that the shoes outside were so dirty, how could they be worn into the house?

He bought a pair of slippers. He wore the pink ones himself, and gave Xuanzhao green ones. Those slippers were fluffy and had rabbit ears. Xuanzhao hated them at first, but Cen Baiyan couldn't help acting coquettishly. , and soon he got used to walking around the house in fur slippers.

But now, the pink slippers were stepped on by Cen Baiyan, and the rabbit ears drooped limply. Xuanzhao felt that somewhere in his body was also crushed.

The bedding on the bed was a little messy, and the thin quilt was half lifted, as if someone had slept on this bed last night.

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, Cen Baiyan immediately laughed at himself.

--How can it be?How could he come back here?

——This room is just a tool for him. After it is used up and has no value, he will not want it again.

Cen Baiyan dragged out the storage basket where they put winter quilts from under the bed, and dumped out the quilts in the compression bag.Then, he picked up the night light and the thermos bottle on the bedside table, and threw them into the plastic basket with a "bang".

Xuanzhao stood in the shadow behind the door, watching Cen Baiyan throw all the piles and pieces between them into the frame, the glazed vase by the wall, the clay pot they made together, and the two people's names engraved on it. clay dolls, dried flower decorations that can be seen everywhere, and double photos hanging on the wall.

Finally, there is the crystal ball placed on the windowsill.

The crystal ball was brought back by Cen Baiyan from his practice in the mountains. It is said that it is a spiritual object of the local people. A special kind of ink is placed in the crystal ball, which can sense changes in the weather—it is red on sunny days and blue on cloudy days.

This kind of small thing has been around for a long time, and there are a lot of it in the small commodity store, but Cen Baiyan treats it as a rare thing, and shows it to Xuanzhao like a treasure, as if he wants to give Xuanzhao all the delicious and interesting things in the world. Home.

But at this moment, Xuanzhao watched Cen Baiyan pick up the ball without any hesitation, and threw it into the plastic basket with his backhand like throwing a piece of trash.

With a sound of "bang", the crystal ball knocked against a corner of the storage basket, and a gap was opened in the ball, and dark blue ink seeped out in pieces, soaking the contents of the basket beyond recognition.

On the top was a photo. Cen Baiyan was holding Xuanzhao's neck, smiling brightly. Xuanzhao showed helplessness, but the joy in his eyes could not be hidden. The ink ran down the surface of the photo frame, a little Little by little, it covered the entire photo, and finally covered Cen Baiyan's handsome smiling face.

Xuan Zhao curled up his fingers, as if he wanted to stop something, but in the end he dropped his hands powerlessly.

The projector was removed, and the soft cloth wrapped around the four corners of the coffee table was also removed. The white wool carpet beside the bed was dirty, and all the sets of dishes and chopsticks were left alone.

Cen Baiyan looked indifferent, bent down to pick up the bamboo basket full of memories, went straight past Xuanzhao out the door, and then went downstairs.

Xuan Zhao leaned against the wall and remained silent. He looked down at the pink slipper that had been trampled dirty, and his eyes gradually became ashamed.

A loud noise came from the bottom of the building, and Xuan Zhao's eyelashes trembled——

He knew what the sound was, and Cen Baiyan threw all these things into the trash can.

It was as if a lump of wet cotton soaked in water had been forced down his throat. Xuanzhao's throat was sour, and he felt an urge to retch. The sour gas in his stomach kept rising, burning his esophagus, causing his esophagus to burn. His eye sockets were also hot.

He thought that Cen Baiyan would not come back again, so he leaned his walking stick against the wall, squatted down slowly, picked up the poor pink slipper, and gently patted the dust that fell from the rabbit's ears.

However, after a while, a "squeak" sounded beside him, the door opened, and Cen Baiyan left and returned.

Xuan Zhao shook his wrist, his body made a decision one step ahead of his reason, he looked up at Cen Baiyan——

He was squatting on the ground, holding a dirty slipper in his hand, this kind of behavior was so absurd that Xuan Zhao could not do it.Cen Baiyan looked down at this scene from a high position, a trace of pain appeared in his eyes, and the irony was quickly suppressed.

"Where's the diary?" Cen Baiyan asked.

Xuan Zhao lowered his eyes: "What are you looking for?"

"It was a holiday diary that fooled me to death," Cen Baiyan said lightly, "I feel ashamed to keep it."

Xuanzhao put his hands on his knees, stood up with some difficulty, and said in a low voice, "I will handle it."

"Why, won't you give it to me?" Cen Baiyan mockingly smiled, "Do you still want to use it again, save it to deceive the next person?"

Xuan Zhao frowned.

The whole room was turned over by Cen Baiyan, and he didn't see the diary. With his hands in his pockets, Cen Baiyan looked around again, and his eyes were fixed on the only place that hadn't been searched——

The backpack Xuan Zhao carries with him.

The heart beat twice uncontrollably, Cen Baiyan walked to the backpack, raised his hand but stopped.

Will the diary be in it?Will he wear it close to his body?

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Cen Baiyan immediately sliced ​​hard into the tiger's mouth with his thumb, using the pain to stay awake.

Stop it, Cen Baiyan, do you think you haven't been deceived enough?Do you still have those unrealistic fantasies?

He opened Xuanzhao's backpack, and among the documents, he saw the hard-shell notebook at a glance.

Xuan Zhaoan stood quietly by the door, neither stopping Cen Baiyan nor saying a word.

Cen Baiyan has read this diary countless times, and every sentence, every punctuation, and every stroke in it is familiar to Cen Baiyan by heart.He even turned the pages carefully, for fear that the curled edges would get fuzzy. He thought he would keep this diary for the rest of his life. In the future, he and Xuan Zhao would adopt a lovely child, and he would read the words written in the diary to the child. Listen, tell your children that this is the most touching love story in the world.

But in just one month, seeing this notebook again, Cen Baiyan only felt sad, and even his eyes felt an indescribable soreness.

His sincerity and sincerity were only exchanged for dozens of pages of fabricated notes.

A holiday diary, what else do you keep?

In the shadow, Xuan Zhao saw Cen Baiyan's tense forearm, and then the sound of paper torn rang in his ears, and Xuan Zhao closed his eyes heavily amidst the sharp sound.

The pieces of paper were scattered all over the floor, and in the end, Cen Boyan slammed the hard shell to the ground hard - this was the only moment when he revealed his true emotions.

Xuan Zhao's chest rose and fell slightly. In the silence of the room, he looked at the scraps of paper all over the floor and asked in a low voice, "Are there any more?"

"Enough." Cen Baiyan said, "You can deal with the rest, burn it, sell it, or give it to the landlord, whatever you want."

Xuan Zhao retreated back to the corner of the wall behind the door. He bowed his head deeply, the back of his neck was soft, and his slightly long hair covered his eyelids. Cen Baiyan couldn't see his expression at the moment.

Only now did Cen Baiyan finally admit that he had never seen Xuan Zhao clearly.

Cen Baiyan raised his foot to leave, but Xuan Zhao suddenly asked, "Is it over?"

The second hand ticked several times, and the wooden door swayed in the draft.

Xuan Zhao was leaning against the wall behind the door, and Cen Baiyan was standing outside the door with his back turned to him. The two were very close yet seemed far away.

"Cen Boyan," Xuanzhao's voice was full of exhaustion, "I owe you, have you paid it off?"

"It's over." Cen Baiyan only left him an indifferent back, "I took your things, and you took advantage of me, Xuanzhao, we're done."

"Okay," Xuan Zhao murmured, "Okay, okay."

"In the future——" Cen Boyan paused, "I don't care what you do. It doesn't matter who you want to revenge or take advantage of. It has nothing to do with me."

Xuan Zhao guessed that he should be a little embarrassed at the moment, but fortunately Cen Baiyan didn't turn around, fortunately.

Cen Baiyan clenched his hands into fists in his pockets, paused for a few seconds, and left without looking back.

The footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

Xuan Zhao was still quietly leaning against the wall. In fact, he hadn’t done anything, but as if all the strength had been drained from his body, his left knee was trembling, and he sat down slowly against the wall.

Xuanzhao watched the place that carried countless memories turn into a mess, torn papers were scattered everywhere, a piece of paper the size of a palm fell on his feet, and on it was a line of words written by him—— Bo Yan is a pig and always stays in bed.

Next to this line, there is another arrogant handwriting, which reads "Congratulations to Xuanzhao for winning the title of best pig farmer".

He could even imagine Cen Baiyan lying on the bed with a smirk and writing this line.

Xuan Zhao slowly raised the corners of his lips, but before the smile reached his eyes, it dimmed again.

Just like this diary, Xuan Zhao felt that he was also torn apart.

He didn't understand what he was being hypocritical about. In this relationship, he was always calm and detached. Like a bystander, he watched with cold eyes how Cen Baiyan fell into the lies he spun little by little.

Why is he still in pain now, so much pain.

Heartbreaking pain spread from the position of the left kneecap bit by bit, Xuan Zhao's vision was inexplicably blurred, he covered his eyes with his arms, and then hit the back of his head against the wall.

Xuan Zhao, Xuan Zhao, you don't like him, you don't like him from beginning to end.

One, two, three—

Xuan Zhao tried to cover up the pain in his heart with the pain in the back of his head, but it didn't help.

He opened his mouth like a fish out of the water, breathing heavily, and silently recited in his heart over and over again:

"I don't like him, I don't love him, I don't have a moment of love, no, never."

At the end of August, the day of school starts.

Gong Qiao got his wish and was admitted to the Sculpture Department of the Harbor Academy of Fine Arts; Cen Qing didn't know why, but didn't choose the school in Xinyang, but applied to a secondary school in the Harbor.

Harbor University has public-funded exchange places every year, and Cen Baiyan submitted an exchange application. The other school is located in Ithaca, New York, USA, and its architecture major is well-known all over the world.

He has an excellent resume, and his grade point in the freshman year ranked first in his major, and his past works were also highly praised. The tutor there gave him a video interview, and he appreciated Cen Baiyan's philosophy very much.

All the application procedures went smoothly, except that one of the submitted materials was a proof of assets, which required a bank to issue a document proving that Cen Baiyan's guardian had at least 50 stable assets.

These were naturally not a problem for Cen Baiyan in the past, but now he doesn't want to have anything to do with that money.In the past ten years or so, he didn't know that he was able to enjoy the good family conditions with peace of mind. Now that he knew about those dirty things, he didn't touch them.

Cen Baiyan applied for a scholarship, and the tutor of the other school gave him a charter, and the proof of assets was exempted.However, this exchange program can only reduce or exempt tuition fees. Book fees, accommodation fees and living expenses are not small expenses.

"Are you really going?" Chen Wei always felt uneasy.

"Go," Cen Baiyan said, "Leave at the end of the month, introduce me to some connections, and I'll save some money."

Chen Wei frowned: "You only have one month, if you're exhausted, get a plane ticket!"

Cen Baiyan packed up his limited-edition sneakers and electronic equipment, and planned to sell them on the school's second-hand trading website.

"Why do you think you have to leave? Even if you want to hide from Xuan—"

Chen Wei was taken aback, realized that he had said something wrong, and slapped himself hard.

Cen Baiyan paused for a moment to light his cigarette, then lowered his eyelashes, held the cigarette in one hand, lit the lighter with the other, and took a deep breath.

"Say it, I'm fine," Cen Baiyan shrugged his shoulders, "You're such an adult, it's no big deal to fall in love and break up again."

Chen Wei looked carefully at Cen Baiyan's expression: "Are you really alright?"

"What could be the matter?" Cen Baiyan smiled, "What are you thinking all day long? My mother really wants to learn something when I go out this time. Who doesn't want to go to an Ivy League school? Such a great opportunity, why don't I I'm not stupid|forced?"

"It's good if you think so," Chen Wei patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry about the money, my buddy has saved a lot of New Year's money over the years, so it's not a big problem to subsidize you."

"Come on, it's just your little coffer." Cen Baiyan gave him a white look.

Chen Wei cursed with a smile, then pursed his lips, and asked, "Then your mother and your sister."

"I can't control it, I can't control it," Cen Baiyan said, "I'm not the god of Daluo descending to earth, so I can control whoever I am."

Chen Wei was relieved now: "Isn't that right! I'll tell you that you are a mother, take care of this and that, you are only so old, you are not yet twenty, you are still a child, the flower of youth is in full bloom at this age , we must enjoy life to the fullest!"

"." Cen Baiyan glanced at Chen Wei with a silly look, and spat a smoke ring on his face.

Chen Wei was choked up and coughed, and punched Cen Baiyan angrily.

Cen Baiyan smiled and closed his eyes in the rising smoke.

He doesn't want to care about anything, he just wants to get out of here.

It doesn't matter if you say he is escaping or cowardly, he just wants to leave.

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