Lu Jingshen sat on the sofa with his messy and wrinkled suit jacket on, holding a burning cigarette between his slightly trembling fingers, almost unable to hold it steadily.
The falling cigarette ash burned his feet, and he woke up as if from a dream. When he looked up, Feng Si had already come out of the room with a suitcase, with a flight jacket draped over his arm. He said to him calmly, "I bought too many random things recently. I can't fit them all in. I won't take them. Mr. Lu, please help me throw them all away."
Lu Jingshen swallowed hard, his voice hoarse: "Do you really have to leave?"
Feng Si looked at him and curled his lips: "What else? What qualifications do I have to stay?"
Feng Si was still his usual self, cynical and nonchalant. The more normal he acted, the uncomfortable Lu Jingshen felt.
It was as if he was still immersed in the shock of the sudden change and couldn't recover, but the other party had already pulled himself out of it, returned to normal, no longer took the matter to heart, and walked away without looking back.
"I… "
Just as he opened his mouth to say this word, his cell phone rang. It was Lu Chixie calling.
Lu Jingshen didn't want to answer the call, but when he hung up in a restless mood, he clicked on answer. Lu Chixie's voice came: "I heard that the kissing photo of you and Captain Feng spread in the company? What's going on? Brother, you are really impressive."
Lu Jingshen closed his eyes. All employees in the company had received the email, so it was impossible that it had not been spread out. Even Lu Chixie knew about it, so the elders in his family must have known about it long ago. No one came to ask him yet, so it could only be that Lu Jingqing helped him block it.
Lu Chixie curiously asked what was going on between him and Feng Si, but Lu Jingshen did not answer and felt annoyed.
Lu Chixie's voice was not low, and although the speakerphone was not on, Feng Si could hear every word he said.
Lu Jingshen looked at him subconsciously. Feng Si didn't care and looked as if it had nothing to do with him. However, Lu Jingshen couldn't say the word "fake" anymore.
Finally, he said a few perfunctory words to Lu Chixie and hung up the phone.
Feng Si put the spare key of his car on the coffee table: "Here I return it to you. Let's go."
After saying that, he turned around and left with his suitcase, walking away in a cool manner.
Lu Jingshen was stunned for two seconds, then stood up and chased after him.
Feng Si changed his shoes and was about to go out when Lu Jingshen blurted out, "Can you stay?"
Feng Si turned around and looked at him, his eyes stayed on his face for two seconds: "No."
Lu Jingshen clenched his fists tightly. Feng Si had already walked out and entered the elevator without looking back.
The sound of the elevator going down was particularly clear. Lu Jing stood at the entrance door in a daze, the blood in his body froze and he felt cold to the bone.
When the sound completely disappeared, he looked back in a trance at his home which had become silent and quiet again. Only one person was missing, and even most of Feng Si's things were still there, but it seemed that everything had changed.
The phonograph that he bought at the flea market in France was also there, still placed in a prominent position in the living room. Lu Jingshen walked over, put on a record, and tried to shake the handle to make some sound, but he tried several times in vain.
The phonograph is broken again and the man who could fix it has left.
He let go of his hands and took a step back, leaning against the wall to support himself, taking a deep breath with difficulty, and trying hard not to slide down.