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Cen Baiyan looked at Xuan Zhao in front of him, and felt a wave of unreal trance.

The surrounding fireworks, noise, and cheers... These excitements that are close at hand seem to be very close to him, but they are packed into Xuan Zhao's dark pupils, and suddenly become far away from him.

He had kissed these eyes countless times. At that time, Cen Baiyan thought that they were very close to each other and inseparable. It turned out later that he had never understood what was hidden in Xuan Zhao's eyes.

"Xuan Zhao," Cen Baiyan smiled, "Why do you do these boring things?"

Xuan Zhao said without thinking, "Because I like you."

I like you, I like you. Why is this sentence again?

A string in his mind has been pulled to the extreme, Cen Baiyan's body instantly became a tense bow, every inch of muscle is stiff, there is a heart-pounding pain in his temple, and his eye sockets are unstoppably swollen.

"We're done," Cen Baiyan's voice was still emotionless, "It's completely over."

"...Yes, it's over." Xuan Zhao repeated in a murmur.

Cen Baiyan lowered his eyelashes, looking at Xuan Zhao's hand that was holding on to him: "Then what are you doing now?"

"I know we're done," Xuan Zhao paused, his fingers slightly clenched, as if he wanted to use this little action to give himself more courage, "What I want is to start over."

".Start again?" Cen Baiyan said these four words in a low voice, then shook his head mockingly, "I'm sorry, I don't want to."

Xuan Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, he was crushed countless times, and then quickly glued himself back together countless times.

"It's okay, if you don't think about it today, maybe you will think about it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Xuan Zhaoming's forehead was twitching in pain, but he still forced a smile and said, "Maybe next week, next month——"

"I said I don't want to mean that I will never want to." Cen Baiyan cut off all hopes of Xuanzhao cleanly.

Xuan Zhao seemed not to have heard what Cen Boyan said, and still smiled to himself and said, "Maybe it will be next year or the year after, right?"

Xuanzhao's eyes glistened with water, and Cen Baiyan could admit that he would still be moved by such eyes, but he didn't dare to get closer, and he no longer had the strength to be desperate for a second time.

"Why didn't I know before," Cen Baiyan lowered his eyelashes, "You have such a thick skin."

"I'm just brazen, and I'm just a stalker," Xuan Zhao's nose was sour, and his eyelashes were a little wet when he lowered his eyes, "Can you give me another chance?"

Brazen and stalking.

No one would associate these two words with Xuanzhao. Xuanzhao is always indifferent, alienated but powerful and at ease. He has a strange quality that makes people feel that no matter how close you are to him, you cannot Get really close to him.

Xuan Zhao lowered his head slightly. From Cen Baiyan's perspective, his hair was black and soft, and his ears were red from the cold, like a small animal begging him to adopt in the ice and snow.

For some reason, seeing Xuan Zhao lowering his posture, Cen Baiyan thought that he would be extremely happy, but the dull pain in his heart continued to intensify, as if he was about to be shattered from the inside out.

"There's no chance," Cen Baiyan opened Xuan Zhao's fingers one by one, and said calmly, "I'm going back."

Xuan Zhao moved his lips, but his throat was hard and he couldn't even pronounce simple syllables.

If he couldn't catch Cen Baiyan, he would lose Cen Baiyan.

Xuan Zhao lowered his left hand dejectedly, Cen Baiyan stared at him for two seconds, bent over to pick up the walking stick he had dropped by his feet, and said in a distant and indifferent tone as if facing a stranger: "Don't come again, it's unnecessary."

Cen Baiyan turned and left, Xuan Zhao lowered his head, clutching the walking stick tightly with his five fingers.

The fireworks rose and fell, but in just two seconds, Xuan Zhao had already pasted himself up again.

"Cen Baiyan!" He shouted at Cen Baiyan's back.

Cen Baiyan paused, but did not look back.

Xuan Zhao stretched out his right hand and handed out the insulated box he had been holding in his arms all the time: "This is our second year, Bo Yan, happy new year."

Cen Baiyan's back was slender and straight, with his hands in his coat pockets, and the ends of his hair moved slightly by the wind.

"I made Kung Pao Chicken, sweet and sour short ribs, and braised eggplant." Xuan Zhao's chest rose and fell, his outstretched wrist trembled uncontrollably, "I will cook more dishes, do you want to try it? ?”

Cen Baiyan raised his neck slightly and exhaled deeply.

The last cluster of fireworks was also extinguished, and the child riding on the father's neck was carried down. The child's face was flushed, and he danced excitedly. His foot in delicate leather shoes accidentally kicked Xuan Zhao's hand——

With a "bang", the insulation box hit the ground, the lid was completely overturned, and all the food inside was dumped.

Xuanzhao was stunned for a moment, watching the mess all over the place.

The child's father apologized to him, and he replied mechanically that it was okay.

The performance finally ended, and people kept passing by Xuan Zhao, stepping on the food on the ground.

Xuan Zhao pursed his lips, he thought it was okay, he had already learned how to do it, he could make it for Cen Baiyan again, it was okay.

So Xuanzhao raised his head, but he couldn't even see Cen Baiyan's back in the crowd.

no problem, no problem.

Xuan Zhao took a deep breath, raised his hand and beat his heart heavily, and still told himself that it was okay.

Not today, but tomorrow, not tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.

He always let Cen Baiyan eat his dishes.

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Tomorrow I will get up early to get the nine-valent vaccine, the number of words is a little less tonight, I will make up for it tomorrow~