The coldness is easy to wake up.
Xu Baichuan stood in the night soaked by the warm yellow light, recalling the past seven years. It doesn't matter whether he hangs around Tang Jin, is ridiculed by others, or acts all the time... These are just the blunt remarks of his superiors for a while, but intellectually he knows very well that he is the one who made a big fuss. Only the words before he left were his sincere words, Tang Jin was very good and could be gentle for the person he liked, but this person was not him, so he didn't feel privileged.
Xu Baichuan has seen how Tang Jin likes someone. Tang Jin may not be able to react for a while, but it is impossible for him to be unable to react forever. He really likes Tang Jin, and it is reasonable to help eliminate a disturbing item because of him. Although it was a bit cruel to him.
Then again, why should he ask Tang Jin to like him? Just relying on him to pay? Has anyone begged him to pay? No, everything is his will. No result is just the punishment he deserved for his stalking at the beginning.
The taxi stopped in front of the hotel, and Xu Baichuan opened the door to get up.
All kinds of lights were reflected on the car window. The moment he looked away, a car passed by in the wrong direction. Song Yiyu sat in the back seat, watching the phone being hung up because he couldn't get through again and again, regretting endlessly—he shouldn't go. No matter this time or seven years ago, he shouldn't have left.
Song Yiyu hurriedly closed the car door and ran all the way into the hotel. The elevator around the corner stopped on the 21st floor. He kept pressing the "↑" button, as if something was chasing after him.
Tang Jin was hospitalized for three days and insisted on leaving the hospital on the fourth day. He temporarily returned to City B because of family matters. After everything was dealt with, he suddenly felt flustered. He was scheduled to return to City H the next day. He couldn’t wait any longer Booked the nearest flight. Now that the panic was running wild, he knew that the thing that kept chasing him was time, or, to put it another way, timing.
He has missed opportunities time and time again, and it is too late to regret when he suddenly wakes up.
The hotel's elevator was not smooth today, it almost stopped on the first floor, and seven minutes had passed by the time it finally arrived outside Tang Jin's room.
Seven years, seven minutes, like an inevitable fate.
Song Yiyu tried his best to calm down, then raised his hand and knocked on the door. After knocking three times, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside. The light in Tang Jin's eyes went out the moment he saw him.
"What are you doing here?" Tang Jin asked.
Song Yiyu forced a smile and said, "Come and see you."
Xu Baichuan's voice was still echoing in his mind, and Tang Jin knew it clearly: Xu Baichuan, you are wrong, I don't like Song Yiyu.
Tang Jin stood at the door, showing no intention of letting Song Yiyu in, and said, "I'm fine, do you have anything else?"
Song Yiyu already had the urge to turn back, he knew that if he continued speaking, Tang Jin might be angry, but he had already left too many times, if he left this time, everything would be over.
He gritted his teeth and decided to fight it out. He didn't want to deceive himself and others, and he didn't want to pretend that he didn't care. Desperately throwing all his reserve and temptations behind him, he suddenly took a step forward, put his hand on Tang Jin's waist, and asked suggestively, "You won't let me in?"
The hand playing the violin moved down Tang Jin's waist at this time, Tang Jin was shocked for a moment, and immediately grabbed Song Yiyu's wrist, uncertainly: "What are you doing?"
Song Yiyu threw himself forward, knocked Tang Jin back a few steps, closed the door with his elbow, and then pressed his whole body against Tang Jin's body, with the other hand between Tang Jin's legs.
Before he could make a move, he was pushed away vigorously in the next second. Tang Jin didn't spare any strength, he slammed into the door with a "bang", his fluffy hair fell messily in front of his eyes, followed by a wave of suppressed anger The voice sounded: "Are you crazy!"
Song Yiyu seemed to have been slapped across the face, his face was hot, and he asked himself over and over in his heart if it was enough? What else do you want to do? The answer is not enough. He wants to do a lot more. He wanted to go back to the ignorant, pure and beautiful time with Tang Jin seven years ago.
These have been polished away in the evasion and perfunctory of Tang Jin time and time again in the past seven years. At some point, Tang Jin stopped contacting him. He knew that Tang Jin had someone else by his side, and he heard Tang Jin say Xu Baichuan's name more and more often in a tone of pretended disgust. There has never been a beginning between them, and it can't be said to be an end. It's just that with the passage of time, the initial blazing miss has turned into greetings and banter between friends, tacitly but each has a number.
"Why?! You like me, don't you Tang Jin!?" Song Yiyu grabbed the spark in his heart, he was not so much asking Tang Jin as he was asking himself, but this time he didn't want to get an answer.
Tang Jin confirmed: "I like Xu Baichuan."
The three words Xu Baichuan hurt Song Yiyu. After returning to China, he used various excuses to ask Tang Jin to come out, and even asked a mutual friend to make Tang Jin present. He had joked countless times about Xu Baichuan's position in Tang Jin's heart. It's all unknown.
Unexpectedly, it was still said.
"Xu Baichuan?" Song Yiyu said "heh": "Do you know that Xu Baichuan, whom you like, gave you a gift to wish us forever together?"
Tang Jin suddenly remembered the gift that Xu Baichuan said three months ago that he would definitely like it, and his face froze slightly.
Song Yiyu clearly saw the subtle changes, and the answer that he had been dreading for a long time finally came.
He is used to the attention of all the people and the treatment of the stars and the moon. He has never been so disregarding his face, and he has never been so embarrassed. Seeing Tang Jin's evasive look, he felt vigorous hatred, and his words turned into sharp knives, hurting others and hurting himself: "Yes, I was the one who made the call." He no longer has the image of an elegant prince: "I told him we were together, you know what he said? He wished us a happy union for a hundred years!"
"You like him, and it's too late for him to get rid of you!"
"You drink for him until your stomach bleeds, he doesn't even want to look at you, I'm by your side!"
"just me… "
Tang Jin roared: "Enough!" He walked up to Song Yiyu, who immediately fell silent and held his breath.
"Here you want to be here, I'll go." Tang Jin brushed him away, opened the door and left.
Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, Song Yiyu leaned back weakly, and the door closed again. After a long time, he covered his eyes with his hand, and slowly slid to the ground.