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"Are you looking for Cen Baiyan?" Luo Kai was very interested in this man who came suddenly. He put one hand on the door frame and raised his eyebrows. "He's taking a bath inside. Who are you? Where are you from? What's the relationship between you two?" ? Why are you looking for him?"

"Sir, I'm afraid I have no reason to accept your cross-examination," Xuan Zhao bowed politely, "Sorry."

Luo Kai thought that those annoying media were chasing him again, but he had another crutch—a lame man.

"Cripple can also run news these days? They look pretty decent, isn't it cheap?" Luo Kai whistled and said sarcastically, "We just moved in with our front feet, and you found it here with your back feet." Oh, you have a lot of contacts, just like a dog smelling shit."

Xuan Zhao lightly shrugged his shoulders, smiled and said nothing.

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you, let's go," Luo Kai waved his hand, "There is no news you want here."

Xuan Zhao remained motionless: "I'll wait here for him to come out."

"Okay, then you wait." Luo Kai smiled indifferently.

The door of the apartment closed with a "bang" in front of his eyes, and the wind blowing through Xuan Zhao's temples, Xuan Zhao's Adam's apple moved up and down, and the difficulty in his throat seemed to be blocked by a hard lump.

Who was that person just now?

He is very familiar with Cen Baiyan. He takes a bath at Cen Baiyan's house. He only wears a bath towel loosely tied around his waist. There is an inconspicuous hickey on his chest. Who is he?

The elegant demeanor that Xuan Zhao had always maintained in front of Luo Kai closed with the closed door, and he slowly shifted his focus to the walking stick, as if he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even breathe for a moment.

Xuanzhao realized that he seemed to have overlooked one thing. If Cen Baiyan was the only light in his absurd, twisted, and boring life, he was desperately trying to keep this light from being blown by the wind and rain, but in fact, he was the only light. Blow out the culprit that doused the flames.

—What should I do if this lamp is lit for someone else?

Xuanzhao actually had a huge panic because of this question, as if something was tearing him fiercely, a voice in his mind urged him: "Xuanzhao, you go, don't be ashamed anymore, there are other people around Cen Boyan." No matter what that person is, he is better than you, and he is more worthy of Cen Baiyan than you. Anyone in the world is more worthy of Cen Baiyan than you."

Xuanzhao shook his head, but the voice was still noisy, yelling in an extremely sharp tone: "Don't you want Cen Baiyan to live well? You know it! You know that as long as you don't disturb him, he can live well." Well done! He's got good grades, he's in research projects, he's working for money, he's positive, he's living a better life than anyone else, he's loved by others, what are you? Do you think he'll be happy seeing you? He'll be angry, would be ashamed!"

——I obviously hope that he will have a better life, why am I still here?

Xuan Zhao unconsciously licked his dry lips, not even having the courage to stay a second longer, and ran away in embarrassment again.

Cen Baiyan came out of the bathroom, with a towel hanging on his head, rubbing his hair and asking, "Who knocked on the door just now?"

"Reporter, I don't know how to find this place." Luo Kai said.

Cen Baiyan frowned, and reprimanded in a low voice: "It's so damn haunting."

"It's okay, I'm just alone. He said he was blocking you at the door. I'll get rid of him later." Luo Kai dug out a set of clothes from Cen Baiyan's suitcase, and said while putting them on himself, "I I'm still in a rush for a date, my new girlfriend, Chloe, who learns cello, when will I introduce you two to each other."

"Farewell." Cen Baiyan glanced at the scratches on his back, "It's too fierce, take it easy and eat more kidneys."

"Fuck!" Luo Kai scolded with a smile, "Big Russian girl, she's so strong."

Cen Baiyan walked to the door and looked out through the peephole: "No one, we should go."

"That's good. Although the law and order here is not good, there is also an advantage in the other way. Those reporters are all guns and short guns, and they are most likely to be targeted by the hooligans in the block. We don't need to take action. Naturally, there are people Deal with them." Luo Kai remembered something, and said, "Oh, that's right, that guy just now is also quite strange, he turned out to be a cripple, and came out to run news on a crutch, no wonder, I saw his lips were blue, Looks like it's freezing enough—"

Luo Kai wanted to say something more, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Cen Baiyan's face changing suddenly.

".Then what," Luo Kai swallowed, "do you know each other?"

Cen Baiyan tightened his fingers unconsciously: "What about others?"

Luo Kai pointed at the door with one finger: "He was still there when you took a shower just now, I don't know now."

Cen Boyan moved his right foot slightly, as if he wanted to open the door and chase after him, but then he restrained himself and turned his back, squatted down to pack the suitcases spread out on the ground, and gave a faint "hmm".

If he hadn't watched Cen Baiyan throw a clean sweater into the laundry basket with his own eyes, Luo Kai would have thought that he didn't care about that person.

Luo Kai has a lively mind, he thought for a while and quickly came to a conclusion——

broken!Why didn't he recognize it, that cripple was Cen Baiyan's ex-boyfriend!

Cen Baiyan sent him photos to show off like a baby before, but it was more than half a year ago, and Luo Kai couldn't remember it.In addition, in the photo, Xuan Zhao has a gentle smile and a warm aura all over his body, which is really different from the indifferent man in a suit outside the door just now, so it's no wonder that Luo Kai didn't recognize him.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Luo Kai said cautiously, "He may have misunderstood something."

"No need." Cen Baiyan packed his luggage by himself, without rushing or slowing down, looking very orderly.

Luo Kai watched Cen Baiyan put a pair of underwear into the storage compartment for socks again. He closed his eyes in horror and said, "This place is not safe. Just like him, with an Asian face, you can see it at first sight." With money and physical defects, he looks like a little sheep waiting to be slaughtered."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Cen Baiyan froze.

Luo Kai sighed secretly in his heart, and finally added fuel to the flames: "If it's just robbery, it's fine, the people living in this area have no moral bottom line—"

Cen Baiyan stood up abruptly, and strode out.

It was freezing cold outside, and Cen Baiyan's hair was still dripping, so he was wearing a single shirt and sandals on his feet when he took a shower.

Luo Kai curled his lips and said to himself: "Really. Why bother?"

Cen Baiyan found an excuse for the burning anxiety in his heart.

This place is indeed dangerous, even if it is a stranger, out of fellowship, he will send people out of this block.

But he has no time to think about what kind of "compatriots" can make him wear sandals in the weather of minus ten degrees, and he doesn't even have the patience to wait for the elevator, running down the stairs three steps at a time.

When they got down to the first floor, Cen Baiyan quickly looked around, but there was no one there.

There was a drunk man leaning against the wall outside the building, his pupils were dizzy, and a used syringe was discarded at his feet, Cen Baiyan frowned, and was about to go out to find someone, when a slightly surprised voice suddenly came from behind: "Bo Yan? "

Cen Baiyan's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief, and then a bigger stone fell from the sky, weighing heavily on his heart.

With a crisp sound of "ding", the elevator reached the first floor.

Xuan Zhao's gloomy eyes were like dark clouds dissipating, and there were jumping spots of light in an instant: "Bai Yan."

Cen Baiyan closed his eyes heavily, and turned to face Xuan Zhao.

It had been three months since they last met, and Xuan Zhao seemed to be a little thinner in the overcoat and scarf lining.

"Why are you here?" Cen Baiyan asked coldly.

"I want to see you." Xuan Zhao hadn't recovered from a series of emotional changes such as shock, loss, discomfort, joy, etc. He looked at Cen Baiyan fixedly, and he was a little incoherent, "I... I knocked on the door just now Yes, a gentleman opened the door for me, and I thought he was your lover, so I came down again, and—then I didn't think so, and I remembered you told me you had a friend in America, so I I'm back again, I'm waiting for the elevator, I want to go up to find you again."

"What are you looking for?" Cen Baiyan's chest heaved slightly due to running, and he seemed unwilling to give Xuanzhao even the slightest bit of patience. "Is it because I didn't speak clearly enough? Why are you looking for me again?"

Cen Boyan's reaction was completely within Xuan Zhao's expectations, and Xuan Zhao was fully prepared psychologically, but when this moment really came, Xuan Zhao found that he was still uncontrollably uncomfortable.

"I came because," Xuan Zhao paused, "I want to try."

——Although I know that I will live a better life without you, but even if there is only a one-in-a-billion possibility between us, I still want to give it a try.

"It's none of my business what you try," Cen Boyan said quickly, as if he didn't have time to talk to Xuan Zhao, "You can go now."

Xuanzhao was a little overwhelmed by his unusual irritability, his indifferent eyes were like a knife, gouging out Xuanzhao's heart, Xuanzhao smiled: "Tomorrow is the New Year, I think—"

"I do not want."

Cen Boyan pinched the center of his brows irritably, his patience soon ran out, he stepped forward and grabbed Xuan Zhao's right arm, and strode out without saying a word.

The walking stick made rapid and intensive "dong" sounds on the ground. Xuan Zhao couldn't keep up with Cen Baiyan's pace, and struggled with frowning: "Bo Yan—"

Cen Baiyan kept a cold face and did not slow down at all.

After leaving the building, the drunk man who had taken drugs saw Cen Baiyan and Xuan Zhao, and laughed with unknown meaning, and said some obscene words to them, these words made the evil fire in Cen Baiyan's heart burn even more, and he tightened his grip even more. He tightly grasped Xuan Zhao's arm, so strong that Xuan Zhao felt raw pain.

There was a section of steps beside the flower bed in front, Xuan Zhao couldn't help the tugging, his left knee gave way, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Cen Baiyan paused, turned his head and saw Xuanzhao knelt on one knee in embarrassment, his right hand was still tightly held by him, Cen Baiyan realized what he was doing, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and let go of Xuanzhao's hand , turned his back and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

He didn't know why he was so irritable, whether it was because of the sudden appearance of the omen, or because of himself who would still lose his composure because of the omen.

"It's okay," Xuan Zhao stood up from the ground slowly while supporting his crutches, and said softly, "I'm okay."

"The environment here is not good," Cen Baiyan said bluntly with his hands clenched into fists, "I'll take you out to take a taxi."

"I don't want to take a taxi," Xuan Zhao walked slowly in front of Cen Baiyan, looked up at Cen Baiyan, "I don't want to leave."