time is late

69

When Cheng Xun went to see the doctor, he deliberately asked Xie Qiubai to wait outside.

He didn't want others to hear what the doctor said.

He himself knows best about his physical condition. Since that operation, there are no sequelae left, but it has not affected normal life.

This is why Cheng Xun always felt that he was dying.

Maybe it just can't be cured.

Fortunately, the doctor only gave a few instructions and didn't say much. After receiving the report, Cheng Xun followed Xie Qiubai and left the hospital.

Cheng Xun also felt very sorry for wasting Xie Qiubai's whole day like this.

"I'll treat you to dinner next time." Cheng Xun said, "Today is too much trouble for you."

Xie Qiubai gave him a strange look and said, "You don't have to be so polite."

"Cheng Xun." Xie Qiubai said again, "I might have misunderstood you before. No matter what, you are my good brother."

Cheng Xun looked at him suspiciously: "I...I know. But, have you ever misunderstood me?"

Xie Qiubai: "..."

Xie Qiubai: "Uh." He shouldn't have mentioned such things that only he cares about in front of a dull guy.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a misunderstanding anyway." In the end, Xie Qiubai just passed it vaguely.

Cheng Xun bent his eyes and smiled, also saying that it doesn't matter.

Xie Qiubai sent people all the way to the gate of the community before leaving.

After returning home, Cheng Xun realized that his mobile phone had already been turned off because it ran out of battery. He had just charged it up and turned it on when he found that there were several missed calls, all from the boss, that is, Ji Yan.

He called back suspiciously.

Cheng Xun: "Hello? Is something wrong... I went to the hospital during the day, and my phone ran out of battery."

Ji Yan: "I was scared to death. I kept turning off your phone when I called you. I thought something happened to you."

Cheng Xun's voice subconsciously softened: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Hearing what he said, Ji Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but his tone suddenly hesitated, showing some hesitation: "By the way... do you know that Chi Lu has moved?"

Cheng Xun was stunned, slightly surprised, obviously he didn't know.

"I don't know."

"Hey, anyway, only Zhou Linchuan and I will be left in the dormitory from now on~" Ji Yan's ending sound rose inexplicably, but he cleared his throat and quickly recovered his calm, "Hey, the house he bought must have been renovated, right? I heard sister Qiu mention it before."

Cheng Xun's mood was not high, and his mind was a little swollen, but he seemed to be ready to accept it.

He lowered his eyes, murmured softly, and then slowly said: "It's pretty good, I have my own house, so I can live alone." And Lu Xingshu didn't have any reason to explain to himself, after all, they don't even know each other now. Friends don't even count.

Ji Yan vaguely guessed something about the relationship between them, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him. He was still a little disappointed by Cheng Xun's tone.

"It's his luck that he won't be able to eat your cooking in the future." Ji Yan said with a smile, "And I really want to eat your oden right now."

Cheng Xun smiled helplessly, knowing that Ji Yan's thoughts were here, but unfortunately he couldn't fulfill his wish this time: "No, Sister Qiu said you want to lose weight... don't even think about high-calorie food. Be obedient It's better to eat vegetable salad."

Immediately, Ji Yan's painful wailing came from the other end of the phone.

Cheng Xun shook his head with a faint smile, thinking that his temper was quite cute as a child.

Cheng Xun actually cherishes his current job very much. At first, he had the idea of ​​being able to get close to Lu Xingshu, with a little selfishness, but later working for Ji Yan can be regarded as doing his best.

It's just that the job of an assistant is really exhausting. It can be said that it is a 24-hour standby, which is not suitable for him.

It was a matter of time before Lu Xingshu moved out of the dormitory. Over the years, he earned a lot from the copyright fees, the remuneration for filming dramas, and the share of various commercial performances.

In fact, as long as he is free from illness and pain, and is making good money, Cheng Xun will feel at ease.

The relationship between them had ended as early as the beginning.

During this period of time, my ignorance and reckless entanglement were just to find a container for that guilt.

Cheng Xun always felt that if Lu Xingshu had accepted the money, many things would not have turned out like this.

But now he realized that Lu Xingshu didn't want it.

He may not want everything about Cheng Xun.

It's over between us, it's just that I've always had fantasies in my heart.

Those secrets that I promised others not to tell may only be buried in Cheng Xun's heart forever.

As long as you're doing well.

Cheng Xun thought about it.

It's okay without me.

Jiang Yisheng was a little surprised when he learned that Cheng Xun wanted to sell his current house.

He didn't seem to understand that there might be some misunderstandings between his younger brother and his ex-boyfriend, but as long as he talked about it, it would be fine, why was he always so lukewarm.

The rich and precious Young Master Jiang had never chased anyone since he was born, so he naturally couldn't understand what they were struggling with.

Perhaps in his eyes, those beautiful men and women can come here with a hook of a finger, and love is just a seasoning.

Anyway, he was destined to marry a wife chosen by Mrs. Jiang.

"He's moved away." Cheng Xun's voice sounded normal, "But it's pretty good, I don't need to live in a dormitory, I have my own house, and I don't need to sleep in a small single bed... Anyway, it's all good. "

Jiang Yisheng frowned: "But wouldn't it be more inconvenient for you to sell the house?"

Cheng Xun was silent for a while before continuing: "I plan to resign."

"Actually, this job is really not suitable for me." Cheng Xun sighed softly, "I... also want to do something I like."

In contrast, Jiang Yisheng was quite surprised, he thought Cheng Xun didn't think about it so early, he was afraid he was going to hang himself on the tree of his ex-boyfriend.

"It's good for you to think so." Jiang Yisheng's tone seemed to become a little more relaxed, "But where do you plan to live after the house is sold?"

Cheng Xun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he really didn't have any plans.

"I...haven't made up my mind yet. I should stay in a hotel first." Cheng Xun hesitated, "Find a job first, and then rent a house close to the workplace."

Jiang Yisheng refused to comment after listening, and said bluntly: "I still have a house in City A, you can live in it first. Now I don't need to worry about this house, I will deal with it."

Cheng Xun was silent for a while, but still agreed. In his current situation, there seemed to be no reason to refuse.

Jiang Yisheng asked Cheng Xun to send him the keys to a house. It turned out that he had another house in City A, but Cheng Xun had no idea...

The last time I talked about staying in a hotel, it really was just a casual talk.

He has always known that the Jiang family has a wide range of industries, but he has never known the specific net worth.

Cheng Xun didn't have much luggage, so there were only a few things to pack and send there.

He had already submitted his resignation report to the company. Although Ji Yan was very reluctant, he had no choice but to pester Cheng Xun that he still wanted to eat the food he cooked.

Cheng Xun gave him his new mobile phone number and WeChat account, and the previous account has been discarded as a work account.

Before resigning, the company issued repeated orders not to divulge the artist's privacy.

Anyway, he wouldn't do these dirty things. As for the company's request, he still complied.

He transferred all the money Jiang Wang gave him to Lu Xingshu's account, then canceled the original bank card, and took out the phone card.

He asked Ji Yan for the account number.

He has already written down the contact information of the few people in the address book in a notebook, and it doesn't matter if he changes his mobile phone number or disappears from his life.

As long as Lu Xingshu wants to do this, Cheng Xun thinks it's nothing.

Jiang Yisheng's house is in the city center, with a large flat floor, a large terrace, and a sweeping view of the river.

When Cheng Xun passed by for the first time, he was slightly shocked. By the way, he sighed at the housing prices in City A.

His room had been vacated, and it was obvious that Jiang Yisheng reserved that room for him.

The layout of the room is exactly the same as that in the previous house, with a strong sense of warmth and familiarity.

Light blue is the main tone, the bedroom is connected to the cloakroom and the reading room, and it is also connected to a beautiful terrace, on which there is a very exaggerated arrangement of a swing.

Cheng Xun couldn't help being confused, did Jiang Yisheng deliberately spare a suite for himself when he bought this room, it shouldn't be like this.

He didn't have the heart to think so much now, he simply packed his things, and couldn't help sighing while looking at his SLR camera that he hadn't used for a long time.

But fortunately, it's finally too late, and it's always too late to face what you like.

Cheng Xun began to contribute articles to domestic magazines. His resume is not bad, but he has no photography experience for a long time, and his hand feel is much less familiar.

It should be okay to practice a lot of other things, but I still have to look for inspiration.

The first photo I saw when I clicked on the SLR was Lu Xingshu at the concert.

The appearance of him singing on the stage was a little alienated, perhaps because of the dimness of the lights, the Chi Lu on the stage was really different from the Lu Xingshu he once knew.

Cheng Xun found that he still missed him very much, liked him very much, and loved him very much.

He will miss the days when two people squeezed into a small wooden bed, two people bought a baked sweet potato on the street in cold winter and shared it, fried chestnuts with sugar in winter, watermelon popsicles in summer, and even the time when two people worked part-time together Michelle ice city milk tea shop will start to miss.

It's like, you are in all my best memories, but all I have left are these gradually dusty memories.

Chi Lu on the stage is more like an empathy.

I also like him very much, but there is always a layer of separation, not treating lovers, but simply liking idols.

That's it.

Everyone changes, becomes ordinary and ordinary adults.

But there are always some people who are stubborn about the past, and it doesn't matter if they are called naive.

The author says:

Are you running in one city?