After Xia Xingcheng knocked on the door, he stood outside and waited. There was no movement in the room. After waiting for nearly half a minute, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door again.
This time he heard footsteps coming from inside, and gradually walked behind the door, and then the door was opened from the inside.
The moment Yang Youming saw Xia Xingcheng, the expression on his face did not change, but his pupils shrank abruptly. The suit jacket on his body had been taken off, and he was wearing only a white shirt. The collar was open and the cuffs were rolled up. The lower body is suit trousers, but the hotel slippers are on his feet.
He put his hand on the door handle and didn't let go. Standing at the door, he called out Xia Xingcheng's name: "Xingcheng."
Xia Xingcheng put his hands on his legs and stood upright. He said, "Brother Ming, I have something to tell you."
Yang Youming looked at him without moving, "What?"
Xia Xingcheng glanced at his room, "Can I go in and talk?"
Yang Youming seemed to hesitate for a moment, opened the door completely, and stood beside him. After Xia Xingcheng walked in, he closed the door again and followed him in.
This room is a suite, with a living room and a special cloakroom outside, and a bedroom and bathroom inside. The room has a large floor-to-ceiling window on the wall for a whole year, which can overlook the night view of the city from a high place.
Xia Xingcheng walked directly into the bedroom and walked to the window. From the floor-to-ceiling glass, he could see Yang Youming stopped by the desk next to the TV cabinet, leaning against the desk with his arms folded in front of his chest.
He turned to face Yang Youming and said, "You are divorced." It was not a question, but a statement.
Yang Youming lowered his eyes slightly, landed on the clean carpet, and said, "Yes."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "Did you leave before you joined the group?"
Yang Youming nodded, "Yes."
"why did not you tell me?"
This time Yang Youming didn't answer right away. He was silent for a while and said, "We didn't talk to anyone except our family. It's out of some personal considerations."
Xia Xingcheng looked at him: "Am I not worth what you say?"
Yang Youming raised his eyes and looked at him.
There was only one dark yellow wall lamp on in the room, and the light was soft and shallow. The large floor-to-ceiling window only had a small openable window on one side. At this time, it was tightly closed because the air conditioner was on, so the whole room was It seems to be isolated from the outside world, and the air is warm and solidified, mixed with a very light fragrance, probably the fragrance that Yang Youming used tonight.
Because Yang Youming didn't answer, Xia Xingcheng took a step in his direction and asked him, "Is it worth it?"
Yang Youming finally spoke, his voice was low and mellow: "It's not whether it's worth it, but it's unnecessary."
Xia Xingcheng was hurt by his words. He approached step by step until he walked in front of Yang Youming. He raised his head slightly to look at him, and said bluntly, "You hurt me."
Yang Youming lowered his arms from his chest, and pressed his hands on the edge of the desk with his hands apart.
Xia Xingcheng nodded, as if he was comforting himself: "It's not necessary, it's okay," he continued: "Can I ask you why you divorced?"
This time, Yang Youming answered him directly: "I don't have the right personality."
Xia Xingcheng didn't understand, looked at him and asked, "Did you not know each other's character before marriage?"
They were actually a little too close. Xia Xingcheng could feel the heat of Yang Youming's body through his shirt. He looked at Yang Youming's eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips and his Adam's apple. They were all so beautiful and firm. The sight that attracted Xia Xingcheng was reluctant to leave.
Yang Youming said, "Because love is not the same as marriage. In addition to love, marriage also has responsibilities in life. Yuan Qian couldn't understand it before, but she gradually understood it later."
Xia Xingcheng said, "Are you going to divorce or is she going to divorce?"
Yang Youming's eyelashes fluttered, "It's her, I tried to save it. I pushed a lot of scenes to accompany her, but she felt that this was not the life she wanted."
Xia Xingcheng's heart was hurting, and the chest cavity was hurting. He said, "Then do you still love her? Why don't you continue to save her?"
Yang Youming said: "When I decided to separate, I let it go."
Xia Xingcheng felt that he didn't answer his own question, so he couldn't help but keep asking: "letting go doesn't mean you don't love, right?"
Yang Youming suddenly raised his hand and gently pushed aside the strands of hair that fell from Xia Xingcheng's forehead. Xia Xingcheng sprayed a lot of hairspray on his hair at night when styling his hair. Forcing Yang Youming to the end.
After brushing the strand of hair away, Yang Youming's hand fell on Xia Xingcheng's shoulder, "Xingcheng, when you reach my age, you will understand that love is not uncontrollable and must be broken into pieces, letting go means forgetting, If you don't watch, don't think, don't stick to it, the feelings gradually fade away. So the story of Juliet and Romeo will only happen at the age of fourteen, and they can withstand the brilliance."
Xia Xingcheng knew what he was implying, but he didn't want Yang Youming to lead the way. He insisted on asking the question he wanted to ask: "Then have you ever been moved by me even a little bit?"
Yang Youming and the pair of eyes he looked directly at were like a deep pool, deep and quiet with no bottom visible. His expression could have been calm and flawless, but after a long silence, he finally closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the deep pool appeared. There were slow ripples, and he said, "Yes."
Xia Xingcheng's eyes instantly turned red, he nodded, and said to himself in his heart, yes, he guessed right, Yang Youming likes him, he didn't ask Yang Youming why, he just said eagerly: "Okay, I'll give it to you. Two choices, either let me stay tonight, or you can kick me out now and I won't bother you again."
Yang Youming held his breath. He raised his head and closed his eyes, his lips pursed consciously. When he opened his eyes after a while, the emotional fluctuations just now disappeared. He reached out and held Xia Xingcheng's wrist.
Xia Xingcheng felt like a prisoner waiting for a sentence. He couldn't help but froze slightly when he saw Yang Youming holding his hand. Then, Yang Youming grabbed him and walked outside.
He was sentenced to death.
Xia Xingcheng was short of breath, stumbled and was pulled by Yang Youming and walked outside. When he was about to reach the door, Xia Xingcheng grabbed Yang Youming and stopped. He felt that he could not go out. He is, he is still not reconciled.
He said in a shaky voice, "Can you give me a third choice?"
Yang Youming looked at him.
Xia Xingcheng said, "You sleep with me, just once, you cut off my thoughts, and I have no regrets." He knew that Yang Youming must be very embarrassed by his current appearance.
Yang Youming opened his mouth to answer him, Xia Xingcheng said harshly before he could say anything, "If you don't agree, I will go out and find a random man to sleep with, anyway, it's just for fun."
The next second, Xia Xingcheng saw that Yang Youming's expression suddenly became severe, and the hand holding his wrist tightened suddenly.