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"Mr. Xuan, is your indecisive, mother-in-law appearance also a show?"

Xuan Zhao's face froze slightly, and then he said, "No matter what I say or do, you won't believe it, will you?"

Cen Baiyan looked at him with sarcasm in his eyes.

Xuanzhao's words were like a cannonball thrown into the deep sea, and it exploded in Cen Baiyan's body with a "boom". It hurts to be disturbed.

—he said "believe"?What qualifications does he have to say "believe" in front of me?

"Xuan Zhao," Cen Baiyan said with a more icy expression than the late autumn wind, "don't waste these two words."

Xuan Zhao's breathing was stagnant, and the soles of his feet staggered almost imperceptibly.

The hands in the jacket pockets were clenched into fists, and the fingertips sank deeply into the palms. Cen Baiyan used the pain from his palms to maintain his last sanity.

"You can." Xuan Zhao paused, took a deep breath, and said with difficulty, "Trust me again?"

Cen Boyan looked at Xuanzhao fixedly, and after a while, he suddenly laughed mockingly.

From the first day they met, it was a lie that Xuan Zhao was bullied at the bar, it was a lie that he fell in love with Cen Baiyan at first sight, that the small house that carried all Cen Baiyan's fantasies about "home" was a lie, it was a lie that the Ferris wheel they rode together was a lie , It is false to make a wish that we will be together forever.

Every minute and second that Xuanzhao treats him is a lie.

The cannonball that fell into the deep sea was still making waves, and Cen Baiyan felt dull pain in his heart one after another. He wanted to press Xuanzhao hard, and asked Xuanzhao loudly why the hell did you show weakness after deceiving me?What are your plans this time?Who do you want to take revenge on?

Cen Baiyan wanted to roar, wanted to roar, wanted to smash the funny puppy cake in Xuan Zhao's hand, wanted to kick over that ridiculous tin trash can by the side of the road, but his eyes were always indifferent, as if Xuan Zhao's No words can cause any more waves in him.

He has nothing left, and even the heart he held out was bloody, but he still has self-esteem, and he wants to be decent.

"No." Cen Baiyan straightened his back and looked down at Xuan Zhao, "Is there anything else?"

Xuan Zhaoben's bloodless cheeks turned even paler.

He had never seen Cen Baiyan like this before. In the past, Cen Baiyan was like a sun, he liked to laugh and act like a baby. When Xuanzhao is in, Xuanzhao will feel that there is no warmer time.But now Cen Boyan is as determined as an extremely sharp knife, the blade hurts Xuan Zhao very much, but this is not the most painful.

What hurt the most was that Xuanzhao clearly knew that it was he who first inserted the knife into Cen Baiyan's chest.

There was a severe stabbing pain in his left knee, Xuanzhao shifted his body weight to his right foot calmly, he pursed his lips, as if he didn't notice Cen Baiyan's resistance and indifference at all, and said with a smile: "Then you at least accept it." My gift, okay?"

Cen Baiyan glanced at the funny pug lightly. He stretched out his hands that had been in his pockets, first opened Xuan Zhao's left hand that was holding his wrist, and then took the white cake box.

Xuan Zhao's eyes lit up: "This is me—"

boom!

The tin trash can made a muffled sound, and the puppy was thrown into the trash can, turning into a puddle of cream that no one cares about, waiting for the cleaning truck in the early morning to send it to the garbage disposal plant, or be incinerated, or landfilled.

Xuanzhao's pitch-black pupils had just ignited a little light, and immediately extinguished it "suddenly".

His right hand was still in the position of holding the cake box, and his fingertips, blue from cold, curled up slightly.

"Thank you for the gift," Cen Baiyan said, "I'm really going to miss the bus."

Xuan Zhao withdrew his hand, nodded and said, "Then be careful on the road."

Cen Boyan nodded, passed Xuan Zhao and left.

Xuan Zhao supported his left knee, bent down slowly, picked up the walking stick that fell on the ground, stood up and looked at Cen Baiyan's back, and called, "Boyan."

Cen Baiyan paused.

"I will stay here for eight days this time, and I will come tomorrow." Xuan Zhao's voice was as gentle as ever, "I will also make cakes for you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

Xuan Zhao could not see Cen Baiyan's expression, nor could he see the blue veins protruding from his forehead.

Don't turn around, don't be fooled again, don't trust him.

Cen Baiyan resisted the writhing pain in his body, and repeatedly warned himself not to speak harshly to him, and not to show any emotions.

Cen Baiyan, you don't care about him anymore, ignore him, ignore him, ignore him.

"I promised to celebrate your 20th birthday," Xuan Zhao's voice was softened by the wind, and he repeated stubbornly, "I promise you."

Cen Baiyan was so painful that he couldn't even breathe, he didn't want to ask Xuanzhao what kind of tricks he was going to play again, he would never step into this swamp again.

Xuan Zhao wants to retaliate against anyone at will, Cen Baiyan really doesn't want to know what resources Xuan Zhao has snatched from Wan Qianshan today, and which big order he has pried. He didn't have a second heart to let Xuan Zhao trample on him.

Cen Boyan walked away without looking back.

Behind him, Xuan Zhao silently watched Cen Baiyan's back, until he could not see at all, then he slowly exhaled a foul breath.

Xuan Zhao turned his head to look at the tin trash can, then he limped to the side of the road with a walking stick, and sat down very slowly.

He beat his almost unconscious knee with his fist, then took out a medicine bottle from the inside pocket of the windbreaker, poured out two pills, and swallowed them dryly.

Are you still coming tomorrow?

The pill seemed to be stuck in the throat, and Xuan Zhao's throat was astringent and sore.

Come, come tomorrow, and come the day after tomorrow.

While kneading his knees, Xuan Zhao gave the answer in his heart.

There is a knot between him and Cen Baiyan. Xuan Zhao has always claimed to be smart, but he doesn't know how to solve this knot.

His mother asked him if he fell in love with someone, but Xuan Zhao said no.

He just didn't dare to admit it to himself, he didn't dare to admit that he single-handedly forced Cen Baiyan into what he is today, he didn't even have the courage to admit that he likes Cen Baiyan.

Xuan Zhao sat quietly on the side of the road for a while, when a passing white girl asked him if he needed help, Xuan Zhao smiled and refused.

He has nothing to be sorry for, he just suffered on his own.

The medicine he just took is taking effect, and the physical pain has been relieved to some extent. Xuan Zhao stood up with difficulty while supporting his crutches.

Let's make a strawberry-flavored puppy tomorrow, Xuan Zhao thought in his heart, a red puppy should look good.

Will he be reluctant to throw it away?

In front of the desk, Cen Baiyan stared at the long list of mechanical formulas in the book in a daze. The tip of his pen paused on a corner of the page, and a dot of ink the size of a fingernail appeared.

"What's wrong? Absent?"

When Xu Mingyang returned from reading the poem on the balcony, he glanced at it, page 286.

Before he went to read the poem, Cen Baiyan was reading page 286. It has been 10 minutes, and it is still this page.

Xu Mingyang raised his eyebrows, which made Cen Baiyan's mind wander, which is quite strange!

Cen Baiyan flicked his wrist and said, "It's nothing, I'm tired after a day of class."

"Tired?" Xu Mingyang's eyes were playful, "If you are tired, go to bed quickly, read some books, or read a poem with me to relieve fatigue."

"Come on," Cen Baiyan said with a smile, "As far as your birdsong poems are concerned, I'd better stay away."

He got up and took a shower. After washing, he felt clearer, and when he returned to the desk, his phone vibrated.

Cen Baiyan looked down——

The starry sky portrait that had been silent for a long time jumped out, with only five short words, "Happy 20 years old".

Cen Baiyan's expression was calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes. After a while, he pressed the avatar with his fingertips and chose to clear the chat history.

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