Two days after he decided to break up with Lang Feng, Zhou Qichen took the last flight from Haikou to Beijing and just got into the car when he received a call from overseas. He didn't recognize the number, so he answered it right away. After the call was connected, he found that the other party was Lang Feng, calling him with a Dutch mobile phone number.
"Lang Feng?" He called him by his full name, not Evan this time. The signal from the other party was not very good, so he did not dare to confirm it for a while.
"Yes, it's me." Lang Feng responded.
Zhou Qichen didn't expect that he would contact him again. He thought they had broken up completely. So he adjusted himself before asking him, "What's wrong? Are you in Holland?"
Lang Feng said on the phone: "Well. Don't be surprised. I'm not here to regret or change my mind. I called you because I can't explain it clearly on WeChat, and I'm not very good at typing this kind of thing."
He paused for a moment, and Zhou Qichen responded. He really didn't know what the purpose of Lang Feng's call was, but he never guarded against the other party, so he didn't feel nervous.
Lang Feng said on the other end of the phone: “I want to thank you for the Riesling you brought me that day. I brought it to Amsterdam and drank it all today. I had been preparing to say those words to you for a long time that day, so I said them right away. Later I realized that you had brought something for me on purpose… In short, I feel a little sorry for you.
"I still have to say it, but my approach may be too direct. You may have your own difficulties in not telling me some of the things you didn't tell me. I just want to say that I understand and I don't want to force you. I know you are a very good person. If we can't have a relationship, we can still be friends. You can do that if you want. In the future, if you want to talk about these things and want to treat me as a friend, you can also tell me."
He was like this again, very opinionated, firm and confident in his tone. After saying a lot, Zhou Qichen found that he had no idea how to respond. He seemed to have lost his voice and could not speak even when he opened his mouth. Lang Feng was too upright. His kindness was like a mirror, reflecting his hateful escapist emotions. If he met a cold person, he would be able to separate them completely without looking back. But Lang Feng was like a little sun. Wherever his eyes reached, the sunlight was strong and shone so brightly that he had nowhere to escape.
Finally, he just steadied his tone and whispered: "Thank you for telling me. I didn't mean to never see you again. I didn't say it that day because in the end... you know, I felt a little embarrassed. It's also my problem." He meant that he wanted to do it one last time before leaving, but Lang Feng rationally rejected him.
Lang Feng naturally understood, and he responded quickly: "No, I was too direct." In fact, there were many things he wanted to say but didn't, such as he certainly wanted to do it with Zhou Qichen again, and if God allowed, he wanted to do it a hundred times and a thousand times. Lang Feng was a person with a peaceful mentality. He didn't know how to write the word "jealousy" in the first 29 years of his life. He successfully got almost everything he really wanted. He never picked up the things he decided to give up. But at that second, he thought of Zhou Qichen kissing, making love, and showing that kind of emotional and devoted expression before meeting him and after leaving him, and he felt this strange and unfamiliar emotion. But the source of his possessiveness was improper and improper. They had never said love, nor promised to be each other's only intimate objects, so Lang Feng couldn't say this, because saying it would be morally blackmailing the other party.