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Song Zhi listened to what he said, and obediently went to the bathroom.When he came out again, Fang Chengyan had already prepared dinner in the kitchen.

The man's shirt cuffs were rolled up, his back was turned to him, and he was pouring the contents of the frying pan into a plate.

Song Zhi walked over with his wet black hair.

"It smells good."

He looked at the food on the white porcelain plate, and praised: "It turns out that you are so good at cooking...I really found a bargain tonight..."

Fang Chengyan rolled his Adam's apple, wanting to respond to him, but couldn't think of an appropriate reply.

He never said such flattering words, it didn't sound like him at all.

"Yeah." The man handed Song Zhi a plate containing cut fruits, "Go and sit down first."

Next, the dishes were laid out in front of Song Zhi one by one.Pear tendon, razor clam soup, and finally...a plate of broccoli piled up as high as a hill was placed in front of him.

"..."

The man moved his chopsticks and buried himself in his meal seriously.

In Song Zhi's heart, something inexplicable floated up, and having dinner face to face like this seemed to bring back the brisk days of the past.

He took a few sips and wanted to talk about something, but before he opened his mouth, Fang Chengyan suddenly stopped.The man connected the phone at hand and handed it to himself: "Your mother's phone number."

Song Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then took it.

A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Song Zhi?"

"Speak, is Song Zhi?"

"...Mom, it's me."

Hearing her son's long-lost voice, Liu Ruhui lost her temper instantly: "How long have I been calling you! Won't you take the initiative to report home!?"

Only then did Song Zhi remember his cell phone that he had never turned on because of the damp.

"I've raised you for nothing!" She was so angry that she lost her breath when scolding Song Zhi: "It's been half a month since the accident! You're there alone again!"

"I don't ask you to be filial by my side, but why are you so selfish? It's so hard to let me know you're okay!?"

Song Guoxiao comforted his wife by the side: "Don't worry." He answered the phone: "Song Zhi, how are you? Where are you now?"

"Is that place still available?"

Song Zhi said, "I'm fine."

"Your sister-in-law has already tried to find you. She said she knows the way, so you should find a way to pick her up."

"Well, I'll call her later."

"Where do you live?"

Song Zhi glanced at the man and said, "In other towns and hotels, they are all pretty good, so don't worry about me."

Song's mother shouted at the other end: "When the water recedes, come back immediately! You are not allowed to go again in the future!"

Song Zhi didn't argue or refute, but just scribbled back: "It depends on the situation."

Hmm, echoed a few orders, hung up, and exited the call page.

Then, Song Zhi saw the conversation between his mother and Fang Chengyan on the communication software.

She looked extremely worried, and sent Fang Chengyan a lot of long sentences.

Fang Chengyan replied: [Don't worry too much. ]

Then the morning after that day, the man sent a final message:

[I'm here to find him. ]

This sentence made Song Zhi choke completely, handed the phone back, and stared at the food on the dinner plate as if sitting on pins and needles.

There was only the slight sound of knives and forks between the two.

After a long time, Song Zhi asked softly, "When are you going back to Beijing?"

Fang Chengyan said, "As soon as possible."

"……it is good."

"Then you...remember to tell me in advance so that I know when to go back."

"Don't worry." The man didn't look up when he spoke, "The room will not be refunded, you can live as you like, don't rush to get rid of me."

His answer was very calm, as if he had completely accepted the reality, he was not angry, and he was not touched by the other party's eagerness to draw a line.It sounded like he had given up all hope by withdrawing politely and distantly beyond the boundaries.

"I don't want to get rid of you." Song Zhi hurriedly explained.

Fang Chengyan raised his eyes.

Song Zhi pursed his lips, and looked away uncomfortably: "Thank you for always being so kind to me."

"It's because you always take care of me, but I didn't take care of you at that time...I'm ashamed to see you..."

"I'm sorry...Fang Chengyan..." He lowered his voice and looked directly at the other party again: "I'm such a jerk..."

"...Didn't you ask me before if I had a conscience?" Song Zhi said in a pitiful tone, "I used to be the one who committed the crime, but when I did it, no one would admit it. Of course I have a conscience. Now that I see you, it Just uncomfortable..."

He re-emphasized excitedly: "But I'm really, really not against you."

Fang Chengyan put down his knife and fork, and stared coldly at Song Zhi.

The latter was stared at like this, and his tense expression suddenly relaxed.He originally wanted to reveal his heart to Fang Chengyan, but this sentence brought the matter to another extreme.

He saw Fang Chengyan's lips pursed into a straight line, and his tone was unbelievably cold:

"It turns out that I gave you the feeling that... makes your conscience feel bad?"

"..."

what is this?

Fang Chengyan found it ridiculous. What kind of funny description did he get in the end for his hard work?

"Sorry." He paused, and continued: "If it makes you feel so uncomfortable, I really wish I never saw you in my life."

Song Zhi's face turned green and pale.

The atmosphere that followed froze to the point where he couldn't swallow.

After that day, they didn't see each other again, even when they passed by each other in the corridor, they never said a word to each other.

Song Zhi knew that it would be embarrassing to continue to live, but if he left, he felt that the other party would think that he didn't want to talk to him, and then he might never be able to reconcile with Fang Chengyan.

He endured so much, and after lying in the room with Mao Jianer for a few days, he finally recuperated and stepped out of the room.

But the town is only this big, and when you go around, you will always meet people you don't want to see.

When he reached the evacuation point, he saw Fang Chengyan and Tian Jiamu standing by the waterway together from a long distance away.

The two seemed to be discussing something important, Tian Jiamu frowned from time to time, and nodded in agreement from time to time.Song Zhi sat silently on a rock far away, watching the backs of the two before the flood in the evening.

One is stable and resolute enough to withstand the wind and rain, the other is thin and weak, maybe not tall enough, but they are all serious about solving problems.

Only himself—when faced with the matter of his eldest brother, he was full of repulsion, and the relationship with his parents became more and more distant.It's the same with Fang Chengyan now, because he is avoiding the problem, and now facing him, he feels aggrieved like a bastard.

Song Zhi thought for a long time facing the water.

That night, he took the initiative to knock on Fang Chengyan's door.

"Who?"

"It's me," he said, "may I come in?"

Fang Chengyan looked up from the document, and saw that the other party was holding a cup of tea and putting it on the corner of the table.

The cup was a little hot, and the moment it was put away, Song Zhi pulled his hand away in time.

He explained: "Today I heard people say that the water is starting to recede. There are a few stalls in the tea market. I bought the tea from the proprietress, and they have never been watered. I tasted it in advance and it was quite good. Xiang...before you leave, drink more of the tea here, so you won't come here again..."

Song Zhi said a lot in one breath, but he didn't explain what he was here for.

Fang Chengyan glanced at the teacup, Song Zhi also looked towards the direction of the tea with full of expectation, it was carefully brewed, the tea soup was clear and cleared away the stale air, it was different from the cup a long time ago - when I was spoiled and the water temperature was not well controlled, The tea leaves were not brewed, and they forced the other party to drink.

But it seems that, coincidentally, both cups have the same apologetic meaning in them.

"Thank you." Fang Chengyan accepted, and then did nothing more.

Song Zhi suffered from having nothing to say, he saw that Fang Chengyan didn't move the cup immediately, and walked away wearily.

After sending it off for a whole week, he finally mustered up the courage.

That night, Song Zhi put down the tea, but did not leave immediately.

"Fang Chengyan." He stopped calling the man's name, looking haggard.

"Do you still... do you have any plans? Let me... come back to you?"

The tip of Fang Chengyan's pen stopped suddenly, and a large drop of ink was soaked on the paper.

Song Zhi said wearily: "I've been thinking about it for a week."

"I don't want to continue the cold war with you...it's too tortured, or, or...if you can't accept it."

He had never been so cramped in his life.

"I'll go back with you..." Song Zhi's voice was so soft that it couldn't be quieter. He obviously brought water to Fang Chengyan, but when he spoke, his lips were dry: "Let's go back to the past, take our time, and start from the beginning." Can we start again?"

Fang Chengyan asked calmly: "Do you like me?"

Song Zhi choked on the response he threw out, and all the words he thought of were rotten in his stomach.His lips moved in a whisper, as if he was trying to figure out an answer.

Fang Chengyan waited for a long time, and his eyes sank little by little.

"Obviously." The man continued a stroke on the pen that had just stopped, and finished writing.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course I know what I'm talking about, and I want to make peace with you."

"But saying that you like me seems to be a very difficult thing for you."

"..."

Still silent.

Song Zhi stood there stiffly, he wanted to ease the relationship with Fang Chengyan.He calmed down, and only after he regained his senses did he realize who was really good to him, so now he is very regretful.

But the situation has become like this, after facing a stalemate for a few minutes.

Song Zhi heard the other party say: "I met the woman you met in the bar."

As soon as he heard Sister Ling from the man's mouth, Song Zhi's face suddenly became very ugly.

"It was only later that I realized how quickly she took part in your chic life plan." Fang Chengyan laughed at himself, "Did you tell her that you liked her?"

Song Zhi was dumbfounded.

"If it's her, I'm thinking." Fang Chengyan stared at him with sharp eyebrows: "Will it be easier?"

Song Zhixin was half ashamed, Fang Chengyan knew it, he knew everything!Song Zhi felt that he was red now.Tiao Tiao stood in front of the man without a fig leaf on his body.

"No, mine was just..." He reflexively wanted to defend himself, but soon realized that he didn't have any reasonable excuses at all.Immediately distressed and embarrassed, as if a hot spice had been stuffed down his throat, his internal organs were extremely pungent.

"I just……"

"Just what?"

"..."

Under the oppressive rhetorical question of the other party, Song Zhi lowered his eyes and admitted: "On a whim..."

"On a whim." Fang Chengyan repeated.

Song Zhi saw Fang Chengyan's chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was enduring anger.

I also know that the word itself seems cheap and frivolous.

Just like now, he asked Fang Chengyan if he still wanted him.

Sure enough, the man narrowed his eyes sharply, unable to figure out the word, and felt that the reason for his abandonment was very ridiculous.

"I didn't want to go home at that time, so I lived outside every day." Song Zhi tried to find a reason to be forgiven, and confessed everything to him anxiously: "But I swear to you, I didn't sleep with her! She and I are the same A lot of nights together, but we...we're not quite there yet!"

This "we" stung Fang Chengyan. He habitually covered his face with one hand and tried hard to put away his angry expression, but the effect was in vain.

Song Zhi was still trying to explain: "And I asked her to come to Qingyuan, but she also rejected me, and we never got in touch again..."

Invite her to Qingyuan?A woman I've known for half a month?

Song Zhi, the status you gave her is really not low...

His explanation was tantamount to adding fuel to the flames, making Fang Chengyan's heart sore that it couldn't be more sour.

"Enough!" Fang Chengyan interrupted him roughly, and said sharply, "I don't want to hear about you and others!"

"I don't want to hear a word!"

"..."

It shouldn't have come this way.

Song Zhi stood stupidly, he felt so embarrassed that he started to cry: "...I'm sorry."

Blue veins popped out on Fang Chengyan's forehead: "You were just on a whim?"

Song Zhi wanted to hold back his tears, but they were uncontrollable, and the more he held back, the more anxious he fell: "I'm not..."

"what is that?"

Seeing his tears, Fang Chengyan didn't dare to yell at him anymore, and hoped that the other party would give him an answer to let go of his heart.

Just let go, let it go, say something you like, and give it a step down!

damned!He didn't know that he had only shed these two tears, and he had already achieved half of his goal!

Song Zhi was anxious and remorseful, embarrassing and sad, his emotions surged up, and he cried more painfully than the day he was the co-pilot. He felt that Fang Chengyan's heart was as hard as iron, and he wanted to leave again.

Fang Chengyan stood up and strode to follow, firmly grasping the man's wrist and blocking the door, there was nowhere to escape.

"what is that?"

Rubbing her cheeks with her fingertips, gently wiping away her tears, she coaxed: "Don't cry, just talk about it, why did you tell me this?"

Fang Chengyan had tried his best to put his tone as gentle as possible, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing non-stop.

Not on a whim, what are you doing here?

talk! ! !

But he cried so much that he couldn't speak.

The man waited several times to no avail, and gradually let go of his hand, knowing that there would be no response he wanted.

His eyes flickered coldly: "It's too late, let's go back first."

Song Zhiqi raised his head anxiously, wanting to ask: "Then..."

"Thank you for your generosity to tell me your thoughts, but what you say in the future." Fang Chengyan left the beginning without saying:

"You don't have to say any more."

……

Fang Chengyan's work came to an end, and he was finally free the next day.After noon, he realized that Song Zhi had gone out early in the morning.

The bed in the room was stacked well, and the fur tip was still there. The moment the door opened, it jumped off the bed and rubbed against the hem of his suit trousers.

Fang Chengyan hugged the raccoon cat in his arms, and asked Secretary Han next door: "Has he left?"

The other party replied: "I don't think so. I ran into him when I went out in the morning. I heard that he meant to go to the tea field."

miles away.

Song Zhi waded back to the tea mountain in Qingyuan Town, walked through the cold water for more than an hour, and when he arrived, his pants were soaked.He took off his shoes and socks and held them in his hands. The cold water irritated his ankles and calves.

The green on the tea fields has become much sparser, exposing the yellow mud on the surface. There are only a few tea farmers in the field ridges, all of whom are caring for their tea trees. The busy tea mountains in the past have returned to peace and tranquility.

Song Zhi knew very well that the sparsest place should be his field, which hadn't been planted for a long time, and when the heavy rain came, there should be nothing left...

But when he walked in front of him, Song Zhi noticed in surprise that his tea seedlings were neatly planted in the ground.He was still in a daze, when a woman next to him approached with a simple face and told him: "We're going to partner with you to help you insert it!"

Song Zhi had a surprised expression on his haggard face: "Why do you..."

"You're welcome. We didn't take good care of you first. Everyone is worried about you. It's a trivial matter. I still hope for you. Don't be surprised."

Song Zhixiao: "I haven't come for many days, and I gave up on it. Thank you so much."

The woman's husband was also working nearby. He squatted down and asked Song Zhi's tea seedlings suspiciously, "The buds are not in the right place."

His woman said: "What's wrong?"

"The branches are low and slanted, they don't go up at all, and they have been replanted for more than three days." He pinched a flower bud with his fingernails, and muttered, "The growth rate is too slow, and there are too many flower buds."

Song Zhi bent down to look.

But the woman got anxious, grabbed her man and walked away, turned her back to the little tea master, and whispered: "You didn't hear that he was sick and uncomfortable."

"Why did you tell him this?"

They walked away noisily, Song Zhi observed a few trees and found that it was indeed the case.

The flower buds are the natural enemies of the tea tree, they will compete with the tea leaves for water and nutrients, if the flowers bloom well, the tea leaves will not grow well.

After he pinched off the flower buds that had grown up and removed the buds that had not yet formed, a long time had passed after he had done these things painstakingly.Song Zhi lowered his eyes and saw that the flower buds fell to the ground, and the remaining seedlings were all bare poles, which looked quite fragile and pitiful.I also understand that they are hopeless, so I can grow as long as I want...

Time flickered into the afternoon.

He sat at the foot of the mountain until his legs and feet were numb, and he was not ready to go back for a long time, but he didn't know what else he could do. There were a lot of things in his head, and he suddenly realized that the world was so big that there was no place he could go .

There are no people in the tea fields, water is constantly washing over the mud-stained pants, and the TV tower in the distance is pointing directly at the sky with red clouds flying.From a distance, he saw a car approaching on the horizon.

Stopped in front of him, the windows down.

Song Zhi stood up, feeling the blood flowing from his legs.

"..."

Fang Chengyan asked him: "Is it still counting?"

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment: "What?"

He met the man's staring eyes, and suddenly realized what the man was referring to.

"Calculate……"

The green tea field was blown by the cool wind, making a rustling sound, and he realized that he hadn't made a sound just now.

Nodding again, facing the face staring at the man, he repeated lazily:

"……Calculated……"

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