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Wu Chu who came out of the bathroom walked towards his room with his head drooping and wiping his hair. He was wearing clean clothes, touched a pack of cigarettes on the small bedside table in the room, and took out one.

Wu Chu bit his cigarette, searched around like a headless chicken in the narrow room, but couldn't find the lighter, and felt a little annoyed.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he stepped on his slippers, pushed open the door, leaned against the door frame, and asked the man in the wheelchair in a low mood, "Is there a lighter?"

Yin Jin, who was peeling edamame, gave a slight pause to his cold white fingertips. He raised his eyes and looked at Wu Chu who was leaning on the door frame. Before he could speak, he heard the boy say with a little irritability, "Forget it."

Wu Chu felt that maybe he was a little abnormal when he came back from the rain, otherwise he wouldn't have asked the man in the wheelchair for a lighter.

The man in the wheelchair looked noble, restrained and introverted, how could it be possible that he had a problem with smoking.

Yin Jin peeled off a edamame shell, looked up at the boy who seemed to be full of irritability, and said, "What's for dinner tonight?"

Wu Chu gritted the cigarette in his lips and teeth, walked over with the cigarette in his mouth, and said vaguely to the man, "Haven't you finished peeling?"

The edamame in front of Yin Jin were all clean and perfectly peeled.

Wu Chu glanced at the plastic basket, pulled a stool and sat down, grabbed a edamame and began to peel it, with smoke in his mouth, he said: "When you peel slowly, the rain will stop."

Yin Jin didn't speak, he sat in the wheelchair, took a few wet tissues from beside him, lowered his head and wiped his fingers slowly and carefully.

While peeling the edamame, Wu Chu silently crushed the smoke in his teeth with his teeth downcast.

The rain outside was pattering hard, and there was only a dull noise after closing the glass window. After Yin Jin wiped his hands, he raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly said to the boy in front of him, "Wu Chu."

Wu Chu bit his cigarette and raised his head to look at the man in front of him. The man looked at the cigarette in the boy's mouth, and said in a flat tone, "Blow out the smoke."

Wu Chu was a little taken aback, he frowned and said vaguely, "Is there a problem?"

Yin Jin didn't even move his eyelids and said, "I'm afraid that if you smoke while cooking, the ash will fall into it."

Wu Chu: "..."

He said angrily, "I don't have a lighter, so I can't smoke it."

Yin Jin looked at him, and said calmly, "I'm afraid you put the cigarette on the stove and use the fire on the stove to light it."

Wu Chu: "..."

Well, he really thought about doing it.

But the people in front of him probably disliked this way of being careless.

Yin Jin watched the boy in front of him take off the cigarette with a little annoyance, and peeled the edamame in front of him without saying a word.

But the irritability on the boy's body still exists, like a bored and nonsensical beast bumping around, wanting to vent something, but trying to restrain himself until he can't restrain it, he can't hide a little irritability all over his body.

Yin Jin threw the wet tissue into the trash, and said calmly, "I have a lighter."

The man looked at Wu Chu looking up with a slightly startled expression, his voice paused, and he continued: "It was a gift from a friend."

"I'll give it to you after dinner."

Wu Chu didn't speak, but took the plastic basket away and walked to the kitchen. After a while, a voice came from the kitchen: "Do you want to eat carrots?"

"No...whatever."

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Two dishes and one soup for dinner, the color is attractive, after Yin Jin put down the bowls and chopsticks, he turned his head slightly to look at the back of the boy smoking a cigarette by the balcony.

The boy looked a little silent.

Yin Jin could tell that Wu Chu, who was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, was not really addicted to cigarettes.

The man's fingertips on the wheelchair tapped lightly, and his long and narrow eyes were half closed.

At first, he thought that Wu Chu would be like that kind of traditional street gangster, with a face that no strangers should enter, who would gather together every now and then to fight with others, leaving him covered in bruises.When I have nothing to do, I go to Internet cafes all night, and basically smoke cigarettes every day.

But the boy in front of him only smoked twice in front of him.

Once, when they were not talking, Wu Chu forgot to bring the keys, and sat on the stairs after get off work and smoked with his head down, until he ordered takeaway, and after the deliveryman knocked on the door, he came out to open the door, Wu Chu raised his head and pursed his lips walked in.

The second time is now.

It was raining patter outside, it was pitch black, a cool wind came in through the cracks in the window, a few cans of beer were placed in front of the sofa table.

Wu Chu was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette hanging down, a cigarette between his finger bones.In the long silence, Wu Chu looked at Yin Jin's cold metal lighter on the table, and suddenly said, "I seem to have found him."

Yin Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, remembering that the boy was not in a good mood when he first came back, so he said softly, "And then?"

Wu Chu sat on the sofa, smoked a cigarette and said sadly to the pile of edamame shells on the table: "He seems to have changed."

Maodouke didn't speak, and neither did Yin Jin.

Wu Chu said sadly, "He doesn't seem to like me as much as before."

"I called him and he didn't answer, I texted him and he didn't reply."

At the end, Wu Chu looked up melancholy and said, "He seems to have found someone richer than me."

There's no need for Du Hang to fake those photos, and there's no need to pull Shen Qiuze into such a big play for him, so the photos are indeed true.

After Yin Jin heard it, he looked at Wu Chu who was wearing big underpants and slippers, and who had just mended his underwear yesterday with a subtle look.

Wu Chu took a puff of cigarette, and said with a little confusion: "I don't know if he still likes me like before."

Yin Jin crossed his hands in front of his belly, smiled casually and said, "He used to like you very much?"

Wu Chu nodded, and said worriedly: "I did a lot of stupid things before, and he never got angry, and he would forgive me."

Shen Qiuze liked him for two years.

But he has always been very stubborn. He obviously likes someone, but he still keeps it in his heart. On the surface, he pretends not to care, and only quietly looks at the person he likes from the corner of his eye. A lot of embarrassment.

But Shen Qiuze never cared about it, and just endured it silently.

Now it may be that the disappointment has accumulated enough, so I want to leave disheartened.

Thinking of this, Wu Chu regretted even more: "The person next to him seems to be richer than me."

"I don't know if she looks better than me."

After all, Shen Qiuze still seemed to like his face quite a lot.

The corner of Yin Jin's mouth twitched, trying to say something but holding back.

Wu Chu sighed, as if he had thought of something, he hesitated for a moment, looked up at the man in the wheelchair and said more melancholy: "Do you think it's okay for me to perm my head?"

"He seems to like the kind of obedient people now."

Yin Jin: "..."

If you're like this, you can't even get your head off.