51. Smoke

The two looked at each other in front of the convenience store. Zheng Xuhe looked at the cigarette in his mouth and asked, "When did you start smoking?"

As far as they could remember, the other person never smoked.

"You too, right?" Cheng Qingxing looked at the cigarette in his hand and asked calmly, "Do you have a lighter?"

Zheng Xuhe took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to him.

Cheng Qingxing took the lighter and sat back on the bench beside him.

And Zheng Xuhe also sat down with him.

Two people sat at the two ends of a black bench, with the light from the street lamp in the middle particularly dazzling.

Neither of them spoke, so the sound when Cheng Qingxing used the lighter was particularly obvious.

With a "pop", a faint firelight lit up. Cheng Qingxing took a deep puff of the cigarette. The white smoke surrounded him and he felt inexplicably comfortable.

He handed the lighter to Zheng Xuhe and said softly, "Thank you."

When Zheng Xuhe's fingers touched the back of his hand, he felt it was a little cold, so he took off his coat and handed it to him.

"If you are afraid of the cold, then wear more clothes. It will be troublesome if you catch a cold."

Cheng Qingxing looked at his coat and slowly put it on himself, with the cigarette in his mouth already half smoked.

"Happy birthday. I had some things to deal with in the evening, so I didn't get to eat the cake."

"Yeah, I know." Cheng Qingxing responded with a smile, "When it's your birthday later, remember to send me your address and I'll send you a gift."

There was nothing wrong with this at first glance, but after Zheng Xuhe thought about it carefully, he understood what Cheng Qingxing meant.

I won’t give him birthday presents in person and I keep my distance from him.

Zheng Xuhe said nothing, smoking slowly, and then asked, "Why are you smoking here alone? Aren't you going to join them for some fun?"

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to be in a crowd." Cheng Qingxing took a deep puff of the cigarette and then put it out.

"It seems that you are not in a good mood."

Cheng Qingxing thought Zheng Xuhe would ask about the situation later, but after waiting for a long time, he found that he didn't say anything, and couldn't help laughing.

He took out another cigarette from his pocket, then stood up and walked in front of him.

She bent down, lowered her head, and then used his fire to light the cigarette in front of her.

Zheng Xuhe was obviously stunned. When he looked into his eyes, he felt strange and yet familiar.

"Why do you always say half of what you want to say?" Cheng Qingxing said, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, "Can't you finish it all at once?"

"I have nothing else to say." Zheng Xuhe said softly, with a hint of doting in his eyes as he looked at him.

Cheng Qingxing stood in front of him, then reached out, grabbed his chin, and looked into his eyes, "You always keep silent, do you want me to guess what you're thinking?"

Zheng Xuhe shook his head subconsciously, with confusion flashing in his eyes.

He let go of her hand, pursed his lips, and then asked with a wry smile, "Zheng Xuhe, our marriage has come to an end. Do you remember whether it was my problem or yours that was more serious?"

"mine."

"mine."

They said it in unison, and Cheng Qingxing knew he would talk about himself.

The two of them have always had a tacit understanding, but sometimes this tacit understanding would really come to an end due to their self-righteousness.

"I knew you would say that." Cheng Qingxing tilted her head slightly, watching his eyes turn slightly downward, full of joy, "We both have problems. If you insist on saying more, it must be me who filed for divorce."

Zheng Xuhe remained silent.

"I've always wanted to ask you, what is it about a person who has no identity or status, is not good-looking, has a bad personality, and always hides things from you that is worthy of your love?"

Yes, there are actually a lot of Cheng Qingxing like this in the entertainment industry.

Why does Zheng Xuhe always like me?

Cheng Qingxing stood there, waiting for four or five minutes, but he didn't say anything. He felt a little cold, so he took a breath and said, "If there is really nothing, let it go."

But Zheng Xuhe grabbed his hand and said seriously: "I have liked you since I was a child, and my eyes have never left you. Even after we got married, you are different from what I remember, I still like you again."

"Since childhood?" Cheng Qingxing asked in a puzzled tone, "How old is that?"

Zheng Xuhe was about to answer when Cheng Qingxing interrupted him, "It doesn't matter anymore, it's all in the past."

He didn't want to talk about their past anymore, it didn't matter anymore, he had no other choice.

"Thank you for today." Cheng Qingxing said with a smile, then took off his coat and handed it to him, "There is still half a month left, please take care of me."

Zheng Xuhe looked at the coat in his hand and had a bad feeling, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The next day, Cheng Qingxing and his friends were leaving Mucheng and heading for the beautiful Maomao Island.

Because the schedule was tight, Cheng Qingxing and his team had to set off at six in the morning, and the program staff also had to get up even earlier to follow the live broadcast.

Cheng Qingxing had slept late yesterday, and when he was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, he almost jumped out of the window.

He got up in a daze, washed up, dragged his suitcase out of the door, and saw Zheng Xuhe.

"Bad luck!" he said subconsciously.

But Zheng Xuhe didn't take his words to heart. He took the suitcase from his hand and took him downstairs.

Cheng Qingxing followed behind him, staggering, so Zheng Xuhe simply stretched out his other hand and grabbed him.

After being caught like this, he suddenly became much more sober and secretly glanced at Zheng Xuhe.

It seems that Zheng Xuhe is really energetic. They both went back at the same time, but Zheng Xuhe was fine, while he was like dead.

"You have great energy." He whispered.

“Not only do I have good energy, I also have good physical strength.”

"I know. It's not like I haven't tried—"

Cheng Qingxing stopped talking halfway through and slapped his own mouth. Zheng Xuhe was also stunned.

The live broadcast staff following behind were also confused. Is it possible to say such things in a live broadcast like this?

Is this something we can listen to? 】

[It’s okay, you can try it more often, and it’s best to try live streaming. 】

[Cheng Qingxing, your mouth is really like a colander, hahaha]

[I also want to try it. I feel that Mr. Zheng will make me unable to get out of bed. 】

[The above person is also extremely lewd, but I really want to try it, can you give me a chance? 】

[Can you two show us a live broadcast? 】

Fortunately, it was six o'clock in the morning and not many people were able to get up, so the live broadcast barrage was not as much as expected.