Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Xiao Hao put down the thermos bucket in his hand and stopped staying, and walked out of the lounge directly.

Lying on the bed, Cheng Yue was still stuck in Xiao Hao's confession that was not a confession just now. He raised his hand and rubbed his sore and dizzy forehead. Not a small wave.

He has always been indifferent and alienated, always proud and lonely, always stable and self-reliant, because he always feels that he is too emotionally deficient, because he likes men and is not recognized or blessed, and because he finally fell in love with a man like a man. However, Liang Mujin found that everything was no longer what it was before he realized it, and he never even had a chance to regret it.

Gradually he forgot how to love and how to accept.He is now accustomed to using a playful and calm mask to cover up his unacceptable past towards Mu Jin and Lu Ziqian who was surprised by the people around him.The emotions he once had, longing or joy, loneliness or loss, sadness and giving up.He quietly covered it up, even if he was sick, hurt and tired, he forgot to be lazy and sleep like before.Such a relaxed and free life was gone as early as the moment Lu Ziqian and Liang Mujin got married and had children.It seems extravagant and unimaginable.

Just like now, he is used to taking care of everyone. He tries his best to take care of what he cares about, what Mu Jin cares about, and what Mu Jin cares about.Instead, I forgot that I am also a person who needs to be taken care of and cared about by others. He is not as invincible as I imagined.

This kind of concern has been so long that he has forgotten what it feels like.

At this time, Xiao Hao, who was in love with that man named Li Ze in Fengdong's circle back then, told him that he just wanted to care about him.

Suddenly, the softest part of Cheng Yue's heart seemed to be excited by an electric current, and there were little ripples, which seemed to be slightly moved. Even the grueling and unbearable spasm in the stomach became insignificant, Cheng Yue raised his eyes to see the bottom of the potion on the top of his head, and skillfully pulled out the needle on the back of his left hand, tied a knot and hung it up.Silently opened the lid of the thermos, scooped it out with a spoon and swallowed it slowly.

Xiao Hao returned to Xiao Pei's ward, poured out the porridge he bought and handed it to him, watching Xiao Pei reluctantly swallowed half a bowl of porridge as if swallowing poison.I can't help but think of Cheng Yue's extremely monstrous face, pale, delicate, and indifferent. I don't know if he is swallowing in pain like Xiao Pei, and I don't know if he will be lonely by himself, and will he be with him? He was just as nonchalant as usual.

Xiao Hao tore his hair irritably, and lay down beside Xiao Pei's bed.

Just now the nurse had given Xiao Pei some anti-fever medicine, and someone had to stay by to prevent him from reacting too violently.

Xiao Hao saw Xiao Pei's pale and sweaty face as the potion was injected drop by drop, but he couldn't help at all, and he had nowhere to vent his messy mood, except to use his own hands to clumsily follow the method taught by the nurse. He rubbed his stomach lightly, fearing that his incision would split, and he didn't dare to use any force, so he could only rub it over and over again to heat it up and rub it clockwise in circles.It wasn't until the two bottles of antipyretics were hung up that Xiao Pei's restless stomach began to settle down.

Then Xiao Hao hurried back to the company.

I had two meetings in one afternoon and dealt with an urgent letter, but I no longer dared to look at the thick pile of documents piled up on my desk. The computer screen in front of the various reports in my eyes all turned into two big Figures flashed in his mind as if a movie was playing, and the faces of Cheng Yue and Li Ze appeared alternately back and forth, tormenting Xiao Hao like he went crazy and couldn't control himself.

Grabbing the car keys of the Ferrari limited edition sports car that he hadn't driven since Li Ze left 7 years ago in the drawer, Xiao Hao ran towards the elevator entrance. He needed to indulge himself, he needed a long absence To vent, he needs to bid farewell to the past with a fast speed car, so as to forget, forget Li Ze.

I am serious, I once used almost all my strength to love a man, I can't wait to hold the most beautiful things in the world in front of him, I can't wait to put my whole heart into his chest and want to be with him He merged into one body, but the final result was that he left without saying goodbye, and the news he received was that he was marrying a wife and having children abroad, but he chased after him, but he didn't even meet his people.In the end, he finally became a loner. In the end, he needed to guard his memories, and he needed to hang around in nightclubs to numb himself so that he would not miss him so hard.

Today he suddenly found that he wanted to forget, this waiting consumed almost all his energy.

7 years, Li Ze, I have been waiting for you for 7 years, and you still haven’t come back. After such a long wait, I can’t continue to fight day and night, I can’t continue to wait for a long night, and I can’t use a kind of indulgence In exchange for temporary solace.

Scientists say that no matter how deep the pain is, it only takes 7 years to heal completely.No matter how deep the memory is, people will also forget.Because in seven years, all the cells in the human body can be replaced without a single old cell.Those who once thought they could never forget the pain, those who never forget, are afraid of the touch of time after all.

This year, maybe it really only takes 7 years.

The red Ferrari was refrigerated in the garage for seven whole years, like a wild beast, it was driven to the extreme by Xiao Hao, everything was like dust flying all over the sky, beating the last note in the shadow of the sun.

We are all mortals, and we can't break through such a world full of desires. We walk all the way, only knowing the pursuit, but ignoring the price.Just like the price of simplicity is ordinary, the price of indulgence is pain, the price of seriousness is loss, and the price of love is often hate.

Li Ze, before I was about to hate, I decided to choose to forget.

You see, our lives are no match for the secular vision after all.

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