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Early the next morning, Cen Baiyan was brushing his teeth when Xu Mingyang suddenly appeared at the toilet door and cleared his throat.

Cen Baiyan was still undressed, so he was so frightened that he spit out toothpaste: "Are you going to poop? Wait for me for 2 minutes, and I'll be fine soon."

Xu Mingyang gave a "tsk" and said, "I'll give you a birthday gift."

"We Chinese talk to Chinese people, can we speak Chinese well?" Cen Baiyan continued to brush his teeth, "You don't mind burning your mouth."

"Birthday gift!" Xu Mingyang took out a very small book of poetry from his jacket pocket, and turned to a page, "listen, please."

Cen Baiyan plucked his ears: "Read."

Xu Mingyang put on a show with his head held high, and recited a poem with emotion, wasting 3 precious minutes of Cen Baiyan's life in the bright morning light of Ithaca, New York, USA.

Cen Baiyan didn't understand a single word of the language he read, but out of politeness, he still smiled and expressed his thanks, and then asked, "Can I shave now?"

"Hmm," Xu Mingyang stuffed the collection of poems back into his coat pocket, touched his chin again, and looked at Cen Baiyan's naked upper body with interest, "You have a good figure, both skin and flesh, dotted with two Little dogwood."

Cen Baiyan felt a chill, and grabbed the bath towel hanging by the side and put it on his shoulders: "Hurry up and go."

"Don't get me wrong, I just admire your well-proportioned and powerful body, I'm not interested in you," Xu Mingyang blinked, "We've collided."

With a cold face, Cen Baiyan closed the bathroom door with a "bang".

Xu Mingyang liked men, so he told Cen Baiyan clearly on the first day, and said that if Cen Baiyan minded, he could apply to change the room.Cen Baiyan doesn't care, other people's sexual orientation has nothing to do with him, as long as Xu Mingyang has a boyfriend and doesn't bring him back to the dormitory for the night.

The two of them had only been roommates for a short time, and Cen Baiyan was quite shocked that Xu Mingyang could remember his birthday.

On the day I first moved in, the Chinese student association in the school wanted to register information, Cen Baiyan gave Xu Mingyang his ID card, and asked Xu Mingyang to fill it in for him when he went to participate in club activities. It was probably that time, Xu Mingyang remembered It was Cen Baiyan's birthday.

No matter what, Cen Baiyan was very moved to have someone to care about in a foreign country.

After he finished washing, he packed his schoolbag and went out. On the bus, he took out his mobile phone and swiped. Chen Wei and the others sang birthday song to Cen Baiyan in the group, and Cen Baiyan clicked on the voice one by one. Typed and replied: "It's past one o'clock in the morning where you are, what are you blind, those who don't know think they are mourning, your brother and I are not dead yet."

They lined up again to give Cen Baiyan daily red envelopes. The battle was like paying tribute. Cen Baiyan didn't pretend to be with them, so he accepted all the red envelopes. He swears.

We'll be at school soon, Cen Baiyan said he didn't want to talk anymore, quit the group chat, and then quickly glanced at the unread messages, including his middle and high school classmates, teachers, basketball players, and friends from the Architecture Society ——He has always been very popular, and it would take a long time to reply to the messages of blessings during the New Year and holidays. Cen Baiyan thought that there was not enough time at the moment, so he would thank each of them one by one when he returned from class in the evening.

Before putting the phone back into his pocket, Cen Baiyan thought about it, he pursed his lips, and quickly pulled down his fingers——

No.

The conversation between him and Cen Jingxiang still lasted last week. He reported to Cen Jingxiang that he was safe, but Cen Jingxiang reprimanded him for actually leaving.

"Who am I suffering here for? Not for you!"

Cen Baiyan didn't know how to reply at that time, so he kept silent.

What day is today, probably Cen Jingxiang will not remember.

Cen Baiyan laughed at himself, the bus broadcast was announcing that he was about to arrive at the station, his eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he looked for the starry sky head that had been silent for a long time——

The bus suddenly jolted slightly, and Cen Baiyan felt a "thump" in his heart. He immediately exited WeChat, then closed his eyes, annoyed why he still thought of the person he shouldn't have thought about, and then got up and pressed the "stop" button on the bus.

Before getting out of the car, he routinely said "cheers" to the driver. The driver raised his hand and waved to him, smiling and saying, "Niceday!"

Cen Baiyan jumped out of the car and took a deep breath.

After a day of class, it was already past nine o'clock at night when he came out of the laboratory. Cen Baiyan rejected the invitation of two Canadian classmates who wanted to go to the bar with him, with a bag on one shoulder, thinking about going to a convenience store to buy bread to fill his stomach.

There were not many people on the campus at this point, Cen Baiyan was walking on the main road, his thin jacket was no longer able to withstand the chill of late autumn, when a gust of wind blew, he even shivered.

During this time, I got up early and went to bed late to make up for homework, and I didn't have time to exercise, so I couldn't resist the cold.Cen Baiyan sniffed, feeling that he would start running in the morning next week. He was living alone now, and his health could not break down.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, clicked the lighter, put one hand in front of his mouth to block the wind, lit the cigarette with the other hand, took a deep breath, and warmed himself with the light of the fire Son.

He had just left the school gate, and within a few steps, Cen Baiyan saw a person standing under the streetlight in front of him for the first time.

The man was wearing a light brown windbreaker, which was as long as his calf, with a dark black walking stick in his left hand, and a delicate white box in his right hand.The collar of his windbreaker is a stand-up collar with a good texture, which almost covers his entire face; the wind blows his hair slightly, and his drooping eyelashes look extraordinarily long; his figure is as thin as a piece of paper, Because it is too thin, it shows an almost fragile sense of delicacy.

——Why is he so thin?

This was the first thought that crossed Cen Baiyan's mind.

Then, the secret dull pain spread from the depths of the body bit by bit, Cen Baiyan's fingertips stiffened, the cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, and the last bit of fire was extinguished.

A bitter taste filled his mouth, Cen Baiyan bit the tip of his tongue, leaned over to pick up the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can by the side of the road.

Xuan Zhao also saw Cen Baiyan.

He knew that Cen Baiyan was supposed to leave get out of class in the evening, so he waited here until Cen Baiyan finally came out.

Xuan Zhao was like a bewildered child, he just looked at Cen Baiyan in a daze, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Cen Boyan kept his eyes fixed and his expression was indifferent, as if Xuanzhao was just a tree, a stone, or transparent air by the side of the road.

Xuanzhao's gaze was fixed on Cen Baiyan, until Cen Baiyan got closer and closer to him, and was about to pass him by. His heart sank, and he walked quickly to Cen Baiyan with a cane: "Boyan."

Xuan Zhao was frozen for a long time, even his voice was stiff.

Cen Baiyan put his hands in his jacket pockets, as if he had only just seen Xuan Zhao, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly, "Hello."

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Xuanzhao had imagined many kinds of what Cen Baiyan would say to him first. It should be angry, annoyed, or even hateful. It didn't matter how Cen Baiyan treated him.

Just like Xuanyu taught him, he may not know how to treat Cen Boyan well, but he has to learn, try, and be brave.

Among these predictions, Xuan Zhao never thought that Cen Baiyan would say these two words to him - "Hello".

At that moment, Xuan Zhao felt the weightlessness of falling from a building, and Cen Baiyan's indifferent expression was like a knife, cutting him almost to flee.

Xuan Zhao looked up at Cen Baiyan, smiled and said, "Long time no see, I—"

"There's no need to do this," Cen Baiyan interrupted him impatiently, "Is there something wrong? If it's nothing, I have to catch the bus."

"Today is your birthday," Xuan Zhao handed over the white box in his hand, "Happy 20th, Bo Yan."

Only then did Cen Baiyan discover that the top of the box was transparent, and inside was a small cake. A naive puppy was drawn on the brown cream. The person who made the cake might not be very skilled, and the puppy was drawn crookedly.

Xuan Zhao didn't have time to beat the jet lag after getting off the plane, so he immediately went to a dessert shop and made this birthday cake by himself.

He held the box and waited for too long, his fingertips were blue from the cold, and the edges of the cream melted slightly.

"I made this," Xuan Zhao felt uneasy and anxious, as if a fire was burning, "Happy birthday to you."

"Thank you, but there's no need." Cen Baiyan's eyes flicked over the little dog like a superficial touch, and then smiled politely, "I can't bear it."

Cen Baiyan raised his foot to leave, but Xuanzhao's face was pale, and he didn't even need a crutch, and immediately grabbed Cen Baiyan's wrist with his left hand.

The familiar cold touch came from the skin of the wrist, and a small hammer hit Cen Baiyan's heart twice, and his hands in the pockets of his jacket clenched into fists.

"I promised you," Xuan Zhao said hastily, "a gift for your 20th birthday."

After a moment of silence, Cen Baiyan suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Xuan Zhao, and said mockingly: "You promised me a lot."

Xuan Zhao was stunned.

Cen Baiyan said lightly: "Can you let go?"

Xuan Zhao tightly grasped Cen Baiyan's wrist with five fingers: "I promised you, this is the 20-year-old gift I promised to give you."

Cen Baiyan's eyes suddenly became a little gloomy. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked down at Xuan Zhao condescendingly: "Mr. Xuan, you are acting like a mother-in-law because of your indecisiveness now?"

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