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"Let's go." Yu Yanchuan threw a roll of toilet paper into the trash can and patted the car window.

Tan Xu closed the email and called Tan Ming's work assistant instead.

"Hey, it's me, Xiaoxu. You asked my brother's lawyer to draft a lawyer's letter... what? Can't just draft it?" Tan Xu said as he went upstairs, "Sue the extreme shooting experience hall, saying that the props were deliberately destroyed and caused The tourist was injured, what kind of injury? It is said that the arm was broken, and the ribs were also broken..."

Yu Yanchuan couldn't help but turned to look at him.

Tan Xu turned a deaf ear to it: "He's busy? Why don't you quit if you're so busy? It's the Dragon Ding Hotel that's making things difficult for him..."

Yu Yanchuan didn't listen any more, pushed the door open and entered the room, and took a shower by himself.

Today's incident was not very pleasant, but Yu Xinghai probably won't come to him again in the near future. After all, the news that the trash son climbed up to the young master of the Tan family should be enough for him to digest for a while.

But things in the circle can always be blocked by soldiers, and what Yu Yanchuan cares most about is Tan Xu's attitude.

Too blatantly partial, it's hard not to let him think too much.

The water flowed down from the top of his head, wrapping him warmly in rounds of mist. Yu Yanchuan felt so empty that he could not step on it to the bottom, as if he was placed on a high-altitude transparent glass road. He didn't know whether the road ahead was still solid glass, as if If there is a half-point error, it will step on the air and fall, falling into the abyss and never crawling out.

He couldn't figure out whether he was acting affectionate, and he was not at ease every moment he was with Tan Xu.

There was a fake flower wrapped in plastic paper pinned to the shelf in the bathroom. It had been placed here since the day he moved in, but Tan Xu didn't seem to notice it.

Yu Yanchuan stared at the flower for a long time.

This is the flower he made with his own hands a year ago. At that time, he was still a senior at Ancheng University. He retired from the position of head of the Propaganda Department and became a non-staff member of the student union.

On New Year's Eve, the school will hold a New Year's Eve party. The school council calls on the publicity departments of each college to help fold flowers and distribute them as gifts to the students who come to the auditorium to watch the party.

The flowers are stacked with cardboard, and then plastic paper is used to make flower branches. It is very simple and handmade, and a lot can be mass-produced in 5 minutes.

But at that time, the weekend was approaching, and there was no time to assign hard tasks to the department committee members, so the junior minister asked him to help with it.

At that time, Yu Yanchuan was an idle vagrant who didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination and didn't look for a job. He felt that the time was too short, so he went to work with him.

He rode his bicycle to the appointed classroom, and bumped into Tan Xu who came out with a water glass as soon as he pushed the door open.

Tan Xu told him that he was sorry, and took a tissue to wipe off the splashed water droplets mó, fǎ, xúe, yuàn, and introduced him to the freshman committee members.

Polite and well-mannered, he looks as if negativity never comes to him, and remains comfortably warm no matter what.

Yu Yanchuan sat next to him, and it was a girl who taught them how to fold flowers, her dexterity was amazing, Yu Yanchuan followed him three times but failed to keep up.

Whenever he unpacked origami and refolded it, Tan Xu would sigh: "Senior, you are not here to be an undercover agent, are you?"

The crumpled paper that was ravaged by him was overwhelmed, and finally it could no longer be folded into shape. Yu Yanchuan threw the paper back on the table and picked up the plastic paper beside him: "I'll make flower branches."

The teaching girl demonstrated Huazhi's method with a smile, and saw Tan Xu take the cardboard that Yu Yanchuan threw on the table, and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, the job you left behind after you retire is also Xiaotan alone. Take over."

"Thank you." Yu Yanchuan thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to answer.

This girl was in the same class as Tan Xu, and she worked with him for a year, and she didn't change her words when she heard Tan Xu calling her a "senior" for a whole year. Maybe she felt that the relationship between the two of them was not very good, and wanted to take this opportunity to ease up.

They really don't seem to have any deep friendship in departmental work. Sometimes they work together and don't talk, and they even play their own way during team building.

At that time, Yu Yanchuan felt that it was unnecessary, and it would not be good for anyone to bring the simple love-me-will relationship into life.

The classroom was well heated, and he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his gaudy forearms covered with tattoo stickers.

"Hey, Brother Yu, you're getting a tattoo!" The girl with sharp eyes was the first to ask.

Hearing this, Tan Xu turned his head to look, then turned back speechlessly.

"No, my friend had a competition yesterday, and asked me to pretend to be the boss of the society to support him." Yu Yanchuan forgot all about it, and took off his sleeves again.

The tattoo stickers were all sent by brother Xiang, and the quality is extremely good. He washed them all night yesterday but did not wash them off, and Tan Xu wiped them with alcohol for a long time before they were wiped off.

An arm wash ended up exhausting both of us.

After stacking a large bucket of plastic flowers in the afternoon, Tan Xu took a few freshman committee members to send the flowers to the auditorium. There are still nine hours before the New Year's Eve, and the school is already very lively.

Yu Yanchuan stayed in the classroom and pinched a flower out of the remaining plastic paper.

It’s outrageous to say that he didn’t finish the paper flower all afternoon. He didn’t expect to change the raw material and fold it in one go. The plastic paper refracted colorful light in the sun. He glued the flower branch and held it in his hand. turned around.

The smooth and transparent paper surface is shining brightly from the side, and the colored light falls on his forearm and hits the few tattoo stickers that cannot be washed off.

Inexplicably, he wanted to give this strangely shaped flower to Tan Xu as a New Year's Eve gift.

It's just that he didn't see Tan Xu again from the moment he stepped out of the classroom, and he didn't get a response to the WeChat message he sent, and he didn't receive an ambiguous sentence until a few hours later.

Tan Xu: I'm in Jiangbin Square and I'm going back to school tomorrow.

When I received the message, Yu Yanchuan was lying on the bed in the dormitory. In the circle of friends, there are all kinds of life styles. Some are watching the New Year's Eve party in the auditorium, some are going shopping with their girlfriends and boyfriends, and some are meeting each other on the pedestrian street. Drone show.

His fingertips landed on a small video of a student. The video recorded the bustling Jiangbin Square. The square is backed by a busy pedestrian street. Under the light cruise ship and the cross-river bridge is the rushing river.

The video automatically looped twice, and he suddenly wanted to go to Jiangbin Square to take a look.

Yu Yanchuan did not deny that there was a selfish desire to meet Tan Xu in this impulse, but after thinking about it carefully, most of the thoughts were to join in the fun and enjoy the scenery.

After all, there are so many people, where can I find them.

He put the plastic flower quilt in his backpack, and it was half an hour's drive from school to Jiangbin Square. The New Year's Eve subway was open until the early hours of the morning. Even after eleven o'clock in the evening, the subway station was still bustling with people.

After getting out of the car, Yu Yanchuan opened the bag and took a look. The plastic flower seemed to be falling apart, but it was not in the way, and it was easy to put it back together.

Coming out of the subway station and facing the crowded pedestrian street, Yu Yanchuan took a small road with less people, and it was only half an hour before midnight.

He quickened his pace, and the trail exit was only a short ten meters away from Jiangbin Square, but he saw Tan Xu's figure beside the exit.

Yu Yanchuan didn't expect that there was a person standing here at all, he was startled, and subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

Tan Xu stood there with his back to him, wrapped in a blue checkered scarf, and opposite him stood another man, still wearing a long trench coat in December.

Yu Yanchuan knew him, he was Tan Xu's annoying brother.

They seemed to be talking halfway, and the crowd was noisy not far away. He couldn't hear what Tan Ming said, but he could only vaguely hear Tan Xu say: "My parents want me to go abroad just to follow your old road, but I don't want to go. .”

Oh, talking about family affairs.

Yu Yanchuan turned sideways, and found that this place happened to be the side exit of a high-end restaurant, no wonder they would stand here and talk.

The man with thin-rimmed glasses said a few words, which were blown away by the wind.

This place is the outlet, Yu Yanchuan's ears were red from the cold, he put on his hat, Tan Xu's words came clearly at this moment: "You don't have to worry about me, I will not waste unnecessary feelings on unnecessary people body, it will not delay my work."

He didn't hear what he said after that, Tan Ming opened the door and went back to the restaurant.

Surprisingly, Yu Yanchuan didn't have any extra emotions, he turned around calmly and walked back along the path, and took a detour to another road.

The music was loud, crowds crowded the square, and people stood beside the fence on the river bank.As the sea breeze blew, Yu Yanchuan stood on the stairs of the square, watching the LED screen of the building scrolling "Happy New Year".

Tan Xu didn't seem to come to the square to see the river view, and Yu Yanchuan didn't see him again until after the zero o'clock countdown, when the brilliant fireworks rose from the cruise ship to light up the night sky.

Memory stops here.

The current Tan Xu would no longer call him "Senior", nor would he know that the ball of cheap plastic flowers that were crushed and broken in the bathroom was originally a New Year's gift that was about to be given away.

Yu Yanchuan turned off the tap.Walking through the memory, it felt like he was in that cold winter night, when he opened the door and the hot breath came, he returned to the steaming midsummer.

For so long, he has never allowed himself to look back on that night, but looking back today, he vaguely saw something that was subjectively ignored at the time.

It's hard to say whether it's because his mentality is growing, or because his understanding of Tan Xu has deepened.

Tan Xu said that he would not waste his extra affection on unnecessary people—he only wanted a long-lasting relationship.

Can it be said that when Tan Xu expressed his dissatisfaction with his future plan at the beginning, he was trying to eliminate some hidden dangers that lay between them, such as the space distance that may appear in the future, and the life that is gradually drifting away? the way.

Tan Xu put him in the range of candidates for a long-term relationship, so maybe his phrase "unnecessary person" at that time did not refer to him.

Yu Yanchuan put on his clothes.

He wanted to ask Tan Xu for clarification, but he felt that it was too late. Tan Xu himself didn't necessarily know what he wanted, after all, he was stingy even with a kiss.

Yu Yanchuan walked back to the living room, where Tan Xu was sitting on the sofa with his computer in his arms, sending emails, and a few sliced ​​watermelons were placed on the table.

He looked at the light red juice flowing from those slices of watermelon for a while, and suddenly felt very curious, unable to figure out what their current state was to Tan Xu.

The sense of boundary that Tan Xu cared most about was broken by his own hands, but after breaking it, he retreated very consciously to his nest.

Yu Yanchuan suddenly felt a little unhappy. He turned the knife that was placed aside to cut watermelon in his hand, thought for a while, and asked a seemingly abrupt question: "My flower shop, the name is Plastic Branch, Do you know what it means?"