Can I skip class?

Su Heng thought about it for a while, but it's better not to be too deliberate, we still have to talk about what should be talked about, but it can't delay him from doing business.

So, Su Heng started picking yogurt.

Leng Zhao followed behind him without saying a word.

When your fingertips poked into the freezer, it was a heart-warming coolness.

Su Heng absently picked up two cans of yogurt, held them in his arms, and asked Leng Zhao in a friendly way: "After you return to China this time, will you still go?"

Leng Zhao replied, "Not leaving."

Su Heng asked again: "What about work?"

Leng Zhao picked up a shopping basket from the side of the road and handed it to Su Heng: "Illustrator."

Su Heng put the yogurt in unceremoniously, and was about to take the shopping basket, but found that Leng Zhao didn't want to let go.

Leng Zhao: "Let me get it for you."

With a little force, Su Heng grabbed the shopping basket: "That's not necessary."

Leng Zhao didn't argue with him, so he let him go and asked, "What about you? How have you been these ten years?"

Ten years is a long time, and it is difficult for Su Heng to describe and evaluate in simple words.

He had good times and bad times.

It was true that Leng Zhao had a difficult time, but thinking about it now, they were all irrelevant memories. Su Heng didn't want to talk about it too much, so he wrote lightly: "It's okay."

The two were silent for a while, and Leng Zhao said softly, "I'm sorry."

Su Heng was startled when he heard that, and finally smiled for a while, but didn't say it's okay.

How could it be okay.

He deserved this apology, but it doesn't matter that Leng Zhao didn't deserve it.

Outdated remorse has long been useless. Forgiveness and open-mindedness are all healed by time, so Su Heng lowered his eyes and said: "It's all over."

Leng Zhao didn't disagree, and continued: "It's not that I didn't like it back then, it's just—"

He paused, hesitated to speak.

Su Heng didn't interrupt, and was patiently waiting for Leng Zhao to continue talking.

He wants to know the reason, and he just wants to know the reason. This is his only obsession with the past.

This is also the reason why he didn't do everything right, and he was able to reminisce with Leng Zhao calmly here.

Leng Zhao seemed to be talking for a long time, and then said with difficulty: "I went to see a psychiatrist later, and he said it was... sexual orientation obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Su Heng frowned slightly, but didn't react.

Leng Zhao explained to him: "I can't correctly recognize my sexual orientation, and I don't want to admit that I like the same-sex sexual orientation, so I will do some confirmation rituals, such as finding a girlfriend, such as...separating from you."

A reason not much better than empathy.

Su Heng felt that he was a bit mediocre.

The cruel facts are here, and it is already doomed not to have such a good original intention, but he still wants to know the so-called truth, thinking that he can relieve his difficulty, but in fact it is just adding trouble to himself.

His eyes gradually turned cold, Su Heng interrupted Leng Zhao's words: "Did you attribute what you did back then to mental illness?"

Leng Zhao was dumb for a moment, then he said again: "I'm sorry."

The corners of Su Heng's lips twitched unnaturally, feeling very absurd. He didn't want to listen anymore, so he unconsciously quickened his pace.

Leng Zhao made up his mind to make it clear. He followed Su Heng and continued the topic just now: "After we separated, I actually struggled for a long time. I only started to get in touch with treatment when I was about to graduate from university. From cognition to treatment, and finally cured, It's been a long process, so I didn't come back in time, I know you will be sad and hate me, but—"

Su Heng cut off his words, and continued to help him with a blank expression: "But you also have difficulties, you are more sad than me."

Leng Zhao was stunned, and revealed: "I can't lie to you, tell you that I miss you all the time in these ten years, but I really haven't been able to forget you. I will realize that I have a mental illness, too. Because of you, at that time..."

He seemed to be recalling some unpleasant past, his brows and eyes drooped sadly, he didn't choose to finish, but changed the subject: "You changed your contact information, I asked Chen Xurong, but she didn't tell me."

Su Heng asked lightly: "Have you been scolded?"

Leng Zhao hummed, and said, "I'm on your blacklist."

Su Heng's tone was calm: "There are many ways to find someone, not just limited to these."

Leng Zhao closed his eyes and whispered, "So I'm back."

Su Heng smiled helplessly: "Mental illness, can't be contacted, is it necessary to shirk things so cleanly?"

Leng Zhao shook his head, and said sincerely: "There is no excuse, I know, from the beginning to the end, these things are all my fault. Su Heng, you are fine, I was too much back then, I'm sorry."

The more Su Heng listened, the more annoying he became.

They were obviously lovers who talked about everything back then, and when Leng Zhao had a psychological problem, the first thing he thought of was not to discuss with him or find a solution to him, but to dump him cleanly.

Ten years have passed, and now he came back to sell the set of bitter lovers, Su Heng said in his heart, do you think I love you so much that I can't forget you, or do you think I'm a fool who can be coaxed by a few flowers and a few paintings?

With a lot of slander, he swiped the screen in his mind, but when the words came to his lips, Su Heng didn't bother to say a word to him.

Forget it.

He didn't want to waste his emotions on Leng Zhao anymore, not even negative anger and resentment.

Su Heng adjusted his mentality, and stopped discussing these things, and simply asked straight to the point: "Did you send the flowers?"

As if feeling the displeasure in Su Heng's tone, Leng Zhao explained palely: "I don't mean anything else, I just want...a chance to make amends, I know you won't agree, at least not now , but I will not give up, this is what I owe you, and it is also... I have considered it."

Su Heng turned his eyes away, he just knew it would happen.

Leng Zhao said again: "I know those things are too cruel to you, and they can't be resolved with a few words. I can use it for a month or two, a year or two, however long it takes, Su Heng, I—"

Su Heng's tone was very calm, but extremely decisive: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you, stop doing those meaningless things, there is no way for us, besides, my boyfriend will misunderstand."

Leng Zhao's expression gradually froze.

Su Heng said again: "I'm living a good life now, so don't mention the past. In ten years, there is no old relationship between us, at least I don't."

Leng Zhao looked at him, with a slight sense of sadness on his brows.

After a long time, he asked, "Did I come back late?"

Su Heng turned around without any regrets, and went to pay the bill: "Well, it's seven or eight years too late."

Yang Zhi left earlier than Su Heng, but came back much later.

Su Heng leaned on the sofa and ate potato chips as usual, and when he saw Yang Zhi came back, he asked in puzzlement, "What did you do?"

Yang Zhi hung the bag at the entrance: "I had afternoon tea."

Su Heng raised his eyebrows: "You yourself?"

Yang Zhi: "And Leng Zhao's mother."

Su Heng: "..."

Yang Zhi sat next to Su Heng and poured a glass of water to drink.

Su Heng was curious: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Zhi said calmly: "His mother is very talkative, she can talk about everything."

Su Heng became even more curious: "Do you two know each other? We've only chatted for so long?"

Yang Zhi glanced at him: "We'll get to know each other after chatting."

Su Heng was speechless by her choking, and couldn't help being shocked, thinking how could such a talkative and familiar mother give birth to such a speechless son like Leng Zhao.

It's not like Su Heng and his mother, each talking more viciously than the other.

Yang Zhi sat for a while and didn't want to leave.

Su Heng glanced at her and asked, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Holding the water glass, Yang Zhi said in words: "Does your current generation regard homosexuality as a custom?"

Su Heng: "..."

After saying these words, Su Heng knew exactly what Leng Zhao's mother and Yang Zhi had been talking about. He was speechless and at the same time panicked, worried that the matter between him and Leng Zhao would be revealed, afraid that Yang Zhi would not be able to accept it.

Su Heng asked nervously, "What did she say?"

Yang Zhi's expression was slightly complicated: "I didn't say anything, I just talked about her son's situation."

Su Heng: "What's the situation?"

Yang Zhi said: "Her son is more cooperative than you. After finding out that he has homosexual tendencies, he went to see a psychiatrist. After two or three years of treatment on and off, he couldn't be cured, but he was completely cured of homosexuality."

Su Heng: "..."

Yang Zhi: "Her son has no feelings for the same sex or the opposite sex, but he just likes a boy. At first, he didn't think he was gay, and the doctor didn't dare to diagnose it easily. After learning more, he found that he was not only gay, but also what else. OCD."

Su Heng's expression froze, and he asked in a low voice, "Which boy?"

"She didn't mention it, so how would I know." After Yang Zhi finished speaking, she continued, "I heard it happened in high school. Aren't you in the same class? Don't you know?"

Su Heng pretended to be stupid and shook his head in a daze: "I don't know."

Yang Zhi didn't ask too much, and said, "It's been a long time anyway, and I've tried all kinds of stimulating treatments, but there is no improvement."

Su Heng's eyes darkened, and he didn't respond.

Yang Zhi turned her head to the side, as if thoughtful, stared at Su Heng for a while, her tone was unprecedentedly hesitant, she said slowly: "Su Heng, is this kind of thing really so hard to change? ?”

Su Heng was quiet for a while, then said softly: "Let's divide up."

This kind of dialogue has been repeated ten thousand times, and it has already made ears cocooned, but this time, it seems to be a little different.

Yang Zhi didn't say any more, she put down her cup, got up and left.

Su Heng sat on the sofa, feeling strange in his heart.

The day before the class reunion, Chen Xurong called Su Heng and asked him if he wanted to go with him.

Su Heng: "It's okay, I'll pick you up?"

Chen Xurong: "Do you have a car, just pick me up?"

Su Heng: "..."

Su Heng: "Then can you please pick me up?"

Chen Xurong: "You are so kind."

After a few words of nonsense, Su Heng wanted to tell Chen Xurong about his encounter with Leng Zhao, but was afraid of being killed by her, so he hesitated a few times, but swallowed the words back.

Chen Xurong seemed to be guessing. As soon as Su Heng thought of Leng Zhao, she brought it up: "I warn you, keep a distance from the scumbag, or be careful that I will turn my face and be a bad person. When I stab him, I will stab you as well." gone."

Su Heng: "..." Listen, is this a human language?