Desperate

Zhou Pushen looked around the empty office again, the light of the setting sun outside the window stretched his shadow long.

The bookcase that was originally full is now empty, and Cen Lu's desk, which is always full of draft paper, is bare, and Zhou Pushen puts the rest of the things into the moving box.

In the space so quiet that he could hear his own footsteps, Zhou Pushen suddenly recalled the first time he stepped here.

He remembered the way he had recklessly knelt down on one knee in front of his brother. At that moment, Zhou Pushen actually didn't think too much about it. He just thought that when they parted last time, Cen Lu told him that he wanted to see him salute.

And so he did.There is no other reason, but he will definitely do what he promised Cen Lu.

The corners of Zhou Pushen's lips curled up inappropriately, he thought, if he could predict the future at the beginning, he might as well have proposed at that time, so as to avoid the two of them having an affair until now.

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

Zhou Pushen realized that the footsteps did not belong to Cen Lu almost instantly, and he touched the gun at his waist with his right hand reflexively.

The other party was obviously more surprised than he was. He was stunned for a long time before pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Xie Xingchui's reading glasses almost slipped on the tip of his nose. He looked at the man in front of him for a while before asking suspiciously: "Second Lieutenant Zhou?"

In fact, he was not a second lieutenant anymore, Zhou Pu thought deeply, but the intention of the other party's visit was obviously not good, so he didn't explain much.A criminal who has been on the hearing and has already been expelled from the school, how could Xie Xingcui, as an employee of Digong University, have the slightest affection for him.

So he just nodded at him.

Xie Xingcui was more vigilant because of his nonchalance, he widened the door: "Why are you here?" The gray-haired man shot Zhou Pushen up and down his eyes like lasers: "Where did you get the key? "

Before Zhou Pushen could answer, he saw the other person's eyes fall on his arm behind his waist. Xie Xingchui instantly showed a little fear, and immediately took two steps back.

It would be troublesome if the guards were called.

Zhou Pushen was about to step up to stop Xie Xingchui, but saw Cen Lu appear behind Xie Xingchui at some point, his eyes flickered: "Teacher."

Xie Xingchui was taken aback, turned around and found it was Cen Lu, he covered his chest and complained to him: "Little Cen, you scared me to death." The look was reproachful, but the look in Cen Lu's eyes was obviously not that serious Guard: "Why are you free to go back to school today? Also," he pointed to Zhou Pushen who was standing in front of the door like an iron tower: "What's the matter with him?"

"Oh him," Cen Lu didn't feel guilty about scaring people at all, but said with a normal expression: "My family, I asked him to help me pick up the leftovers today." He pointed at Zhou Pushen's feet nonchalantly of boxes.

Xie Xingchui's face that had just calmed down became ugly again when he heard the word "family". At first, he wanted to speculate on the possibility of his distant cousin, but when he saw the iron-walled man whose face was as red as the sunset , Xie Xingchui felt that there was no need to guess anymore.

His face was ashen, but he tried his best to maintain his demeanor: "It's all over this time? Are you still used to staying in the cabinet?"

"The moving is over." Cen Lu had already walked in front of the family members, bent over and wanted to carry the box, but Zhou Pushen refused to let him do it, and snatched the box from him in two or three times, Cen Lu glared at him , he moved his face away as if he was justified.

Xie Xingchui watched the two interact like an old married couple, and felt his scalp was about to explode.

Immortal, really immoral!

Cen Lu saw his old teacher fidgeting, and finally decided to help him divert his attention: "Teacher, I will not go back to the cabinet. Xiaoshen and I...Captain Zhou is going to leave this week."

Xie Xingchui frowned: "Leave here? You mean the imperial capital?"

"No." Cen Lu shook his head. He turned his head and glanced at his lover, but he happened to meet his gaze. There was a tenderness on Cen Lu's face: "We will leave the empire."

Xie Xingchui seemed to freeze for a moment, and his eyes sank: "Why? Xiao Cen, do you know that this is not a good time, Bangguo is at war with us, and a sensitive person like you is going out of the country now, and it is easy to be caught Consider it treason..."

"I know." Cen Lu interrupted him, as if he didn't want him to continue, "Teacher, I understand." He smiled slightly, "But I don't care."

Xie Xingchui seemed a little anxious, and his tone became sharper: "Will the cabinet let you go easily?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Cen Lu said nonchalantly, as if he was tired from standing, he leaned towards Zhou Pushen, and the latter leaned his broad shoulders very intimately: "As long as they can get Who cares about what I want, where I am an unknown person."

Xie Xingchui's pupils tightened a bit, he could see that Cen Lu had already made up his mind to go, and it would be futile to try to persuade him to stay.The man shook his head regretfully, and took two steps forward to extend his hand to him: "Then I can only wish you a smooth journey, Xiao Cen. You are an excellent scientific researcher, and Digong University is lucky to have you."

Cen Lu smiled softly, he freed up one hand and held the one full of lines, he looked up along Xie Xingchui's straight sleeve, his eyes reflected Xie Xingchui's face:

"Thank you too, teacher. I wish you all the best from now on."

Xie Xingcui's fingertips held in the palm of the man's hand slightly bent, Cen Lu looked at him, but he didn't speak again.

When the two returned home, Cen Lu suddenly proposed to go around the commercial street behind the school. Zhou Pushen easily carried the suitcase containing Cen Lu's books in both hands, avoiding the hands that Cen Lu was about to take over. The shadow of the tree floating on the face of the road said hello gently.

His elder brother was standing in the sunset glow, Digong Dali was full of luxuriant sycamore trees, the evening wind in early spring blew through those broad leaves, and a withered yellow leaf fell on Cen Lu's shoulder, but he didn't realize it There is only one Zhou Pushen with his heart and eyes full.

Zhou Pu took two steps closer to him subconsciously, but found that he couldn't move his hands to help him brush off the fallen leaves.

The loss in his eyes was fleeting, but Cen Lu took it into his eyes. The man who was thin like a gust of wind sniffed his nose, leaned towards his lover's solid figure, and said teasingly: "It is said that a wife is not easy to coax if she gets it right." Yes, it appears to be true."

Zhou Pu looked deeply at the person who took the initiative to snuggle into his arms, and felt that his heart was full, but he didn't understand what Cen Lu meant.

Cen Lu looked at the big, ignorant fool in front of him with hatred, stretched out his hand and gently pinched his face:

"Xiao Shen, you couldn't tell that I invited you to elope last time, but now I'm inviting you on a date, and you can't tell either?"

Zhou Pu was stunned, the light of the setting sun in the sky gradually dimmed, but his black eyes were lit up by the stars, and the pinnae of his ears turned red.He was so happy that he even stammered and didn't know what to say: "I...brother you..."

In fact, Cen Lu was also very upset, but there seemed to be an unskilled person between the two of them. He could only slap his swollen face to pretend to be fat, and surrounded the man who was a head taller than himself in an awkward way: " Let's go, brother will take you to eat delicious food."

The sea breeze carried a faint fishy smell to the slightly depressed commercial street, and a military steamship not far away honked its horn.The shutter doors of the video store on the street were tightly drawn, and only the TV in the window was playing the wartime news repeatedly.

The two shadows stuck together tightly on the deserted street.

But even Professor Cen brought a bag full of money today, took a lot of effort to trick his wife back, and finally found the right time to invite his wife to dinner, and he never imagined why it was so difficult to find a restaurant today.

Facing the pitch-black beef noodle restaurant, he took a deep look at Zhou Pu who was obediently holding the box.

Zhou Pushen noticed his gaze, and smiled at him tenderly and tenderly.

Cen Lu immediately turned around, feeling his heart pounding.Before that, they had already patronized western restaurants, local dishes and barbecue stalls, all of which were crowded with tea and cold, and the crowds were empty.

Unarmed animals are always the first to perceive a storm, and because they are vulnerable, they must be prepared.

But under the overturned nest, there are still eggs.

Cen Lu scratched his hair irritably, it was rare for him to fill his head, but it was a pity that God didn't give him this chance.Just as he was scratching his head and thinking about whether to take Zhou Pushen to another business district, he heard a man's mellow voice behind him:

"Brother, let's go home."

Cen Lu: "..." His self-esteem as a man hurt him very much.

"It's not that I don't want to go on a date with you." Zhou Pu suppressed a deep smile. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Cen Lu with water dripping from his eyes: "Let's go home, I want to go home."

"Dating at home is the same." He winked at him, like a little girl acting coquettishly towards a man. he.

Zhou Pu smiled deeply, let go of the hand holding the box, and graciously passed the gap between the arm and the shoulder blade to hold him, satisfying Professor Cen's naive masculine self-esteem very much.

They clung to each other and walked home in the shadow of the setting sun.

When approaching the door of the house, Cen Lu discovered a surprise, the convenience store downstairs was still open, he stepped forward to stop the boss when he was about to roll up the curtain, and asked him if alcohol was still sold here.

The boss and Zhou Pushen frowned at the same time.

Cen Lu pretended not to see it: "Is there any?"

The boss looked him up and down, and then glanced at Zhou Pushen behind him. After a sudden realization, his eyes immediately became a little more disgusted: "When is this time, you still want to drink, and you are still planning to stay here? Didn't read the news?" Said, Bangguo..."

Cen Lu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Are you going to sell it or not?"

The boss pulled the shutter door upwards: "If you want to drink, go in and get it yourself."

Zhou Pushen's voice sounded worried from behind: "Brother..."

Cen Lu went in excitedly, and when he came out again, he was holding a case of beer in his hand, with two bottles of soju on it. He struggled to free one hand, and took out two large bills from his jacket pocket to give to the boss. But Zhou Pushen was the only one who stayed where he was.

Zhou Pu raised his eyes deeply and looked at him with a complicated expression.

Holding the wine in his arms, Cen Lu murmured to himself as if he didn't know why: "I don't have to pull the shutter anymore, and I'm not afraid of the shop being robbed, really." He still threw the money on the counter.

He knew the boss would not be coming back.

The two of them struggled for a whole day before finally returning home. Cen Lu collapsed on the sofa as soon as he got home, but Zhou Pushen didn't stop. After packing up, he wanted to wear an apron to cook, but was hugged by a rascal: " Drink with me."

He had no choice but to turn around and coax: "Brother is obedient, you have to have something in your stomach when you drink."

Cen Lu pouted, and forced him to pull him down and kiss him before letting him cook.He followed step by step to the outside of the kitchen, sat down at the dining table and looked at the busy figures in the tulle glass, and couldn't help but take a photo.

The person in the photo is tall and straight, with the bridge of the nose protruding high, and cooking for him with a spoon in his hand. He is Zhou Pushen who belongs to him alone, complete and complete, and there is nothing that belongs to others.

Cen Lu hugged the back of the chair, his long legs dangling as if there was no place to rest, he fiddled with the phone, looking at the blurred back upside down.

His house, the warm yellow lights, the dining room with the aroma of food, and the busy lover in the kitchen.

Never once, Cen Lu suddenly discovered that his and Zhou Pushen's wishes had always been the same.

His heart suddenly became empty, and he stuck the phone screen firmly to his face, blocking the overflowing tears with his arms.