The glass is fragile and the traces of their shared apartment will no longer exist...

How could Cheng Sizhou not know that he would regret it if he missed it?

The handwritten letter was hidden in his pocket, and the longer he held it, the hotter his palm felt.

When he was in Jiqing, he deliberately didn't think about it, and deliberately filled his leisure time with frequent, trivial work that required long-term concentration.

But in the quiet of midnight, every scene with Zichuan kept replaying in my dreams like a kaleidoscope.

Yu Ming comforted him and said that there is no scientific reason for the saying "What you think about during the day, you will dream about at night". Only someone who has caused you emotional trauma will make your subconscious mind repeatedly remind you to stay away from him.

Perhaps this is what love is like when it holds a torch against the wind. If you want it to be bright and dazzling, you have to accept the outcome of being burned to ashes.

Therefore, from the moment he agreed to be with Zichuan, he was ready to sacrifice himself in the fire.

After returning to Dengyuan, Cheng Sizhou went to the hospital immediately to report to his parents that he was safe.

The doctors and nurses who used to be very attentive and come to talk to him when they saw him are now gone.

It's easy to imagine that his parents have endured countless criticisms during the more than one month since he left Dengyuan.

There is also He Mengpian's grandfather, Mr. He. He is a generation older than his parents, and he is even more embarrassed and can't lose face. I am afraid that if they meet occasionally, both sides will be embarrassed and unable to speak.

However, this time when Cheng Sizhou came, he was more calm than any other time.

Because people who wear armor will worry that the armor will be damaged and cannot withstand the oncoming damage; if there is no armor at all, there will only be a bloody body, even if there are a few holes, it will only make it more bloody.

Seeing her son looking so thin, Wang Xinxin wiped her tears and went to switch shifts with someone else so that she could buy groceries and cook for him. Cheng Xuecheng was still working overtime and when he knew he was back, he just said "hmm" and nothing else.

Cheng Sizhou wanted to go see Lin Xin, but was stopped by his mother.

She said that Mr. Jiang's condition had worsened and he was sent to the hospital again a few days ago. Now his vital signs can only be maintained by drugs and medical equipment. It is impossible to hide it from Mrs. Lin.

Lin Xin's physical and mental state had serious problems, so she had to be hospitalized. Medical staff and her relatives from her mother's side took turns taking care of her. Under such circumstances, it would be better for him not to visit her.

"Well, I'll be leaving first." Cheng Sizhou said calmly, without any special emotion.

"Hey!" Wang Xinxin was a step too slow and didn't grab his arm, but grabbed the suitcase instead. "Are you going home for dinner tonight?"

"Well, let's go back." Cheng Sizhou said.

Although Ms. Wang took great pains to prepare this dinner, Cheng Sizhou did not have a good appetite. He put down his chopsticks after eating a few bites and said he wanted to go out for a walk and get some fresh air.

Ms. Wang did not stop him and winked at Dr. Cheng, but Dr. Cheng was depressed and said nothing.

In fact, they had known for a long time that Cheng Sizhou liked men, and they had discussed and prepared for this, but what surprised them was that their son, who had always been cheerful and sunny, would suffer from depression.

For medical staff, depression is a mental health issue. If their son prefers a man, the worst that can happen is they won't marry or have children, living a life of secrecy. But if the mental health issue worsens, the consequences are unbearable.

In this case, as long as Cheng Sizhou's request is not excessive, Ms. Wang will agree to him, and Dr. Cheng is also practicing restraint and trying not to interfere with his thoughts and actions.

Most East Asian parents are like them. This belated compromise and guilt just proves what Mr. Lu Xun said: when you want to tear off the roof, they agree to open the window.

Cheng Sizhou was originally walking aimlessly, but as if it had become a muscle habit, he circled around and came to the willow bank again.

Building 3, Room 303.

This particularly easy-to-remember house number seemed to have some kind of magic, which made him involuntarily take out the key and open the door.

The living room was furnished as usual, but the fine dust on the windowsill showed that it had been vacant for a long time.

Cheng Sizhou rubbed his dry and itchy eyes. He used to think that although this house was a bit old, it still had a homely warmth. But now, looking at it, there was a layer of out-of-place old color everywhere, just like yellowed photo paper.

Thinking of the old times and the old people, he opened the handwritten letter and tears welled up in his eyes after reading just a few lines.

In the letter, Wen Zichuan made three rules with him. The first was that he should eat well, the second was that he should sleep well, and the third was that he should "not refuse our kindness." The word "you" was added to his original words.

He hopes that he can feel the kindness of others and have more ties in this world, so that he will not get stuck in a dead end or reach a desperate situation.

How could Cheng Sizhou not understand such a good person and why would he want to separate from him?

At this moment, his weeping and trembling figure was captured in another frame. Xu Jiaxuan sent the photo to Wen Zichuan and said playfully, "Look, he's back."

Wen Zichuan was feeling particularly down today. He'd gone to the company that afternoon to discuss a variety show, and ended up being taken into the CEO's office. Without a word, Wei Jing threw a stack of photos in his face. "You're not even famous yet, and you're already causing this! Do you realize that if this stuff gets out, the entire project will be affected by you?"

He had never seen President Wei so angry, but he had to be grateful for what he had received. Moreover, the company had given him good resources and was obviously training him, so he had the obligation to safeguard the company's interests at all times.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wei." Wen Zichuan apologized first, then squatted down and picked up the photos one by one. He was surprised by the secretly photographed photos. It turned out to be the scene of him comforting Mu Qi at the last dinner.

In the photo, Mu Qi was disheveled, huddled with his legs hugged, and looked up at him with a look of grievance and helplessness.

When Yaya Yiyu went bankrupt last year, some ridiculous rumors and gossip broke out on the Internet, but Wei Jing definitely knew about it. He and Mu Qi were at best former colleagues.

"Luckily I intercepted it," Wei Jing said, hands on his hips, relying on his self-control to control his anger. "I'm saying, can you please put away your overflowing sympathy and cut off those useless social connections? You're not an amateur anymore."

Wen Zichuan had just agreed to Wei Jing, and before he could figure out whether the photo was taken by Shi Wenhui, he saw the haggard and depressed figure under the dim yellow light again.

"I'll reply," Wen Zichuan typed, "You don't have to keep an eye on it for me anymore."

"I wasn't watching intentionally," Xu Jiaxuan hastily explained. "I just happened to notice that the lights on in Building 3 looked different than usual. I took a closer look and realized someone was living in 303."

Wen Zichuan was already used to his mumbling: "Okay, I know you're awesome."

It was just a half-compliment, half-perfunctory remark, but to Xu Jiaxuan, it was very useful: "Teacher Wen, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"

"Good news."

"I've been admitted to the Lantern Art School's Broadcasting program. From now on, I'll be calling you 'Brother Wen'!"

Wen Zichuan thought, "Teacher" became "Senior Brother", isn't this a step down in seniority? "Congratulations, hard work will pay off."

The dialog box showed that the input had been going on for a long time, but in the end, Xu Jiaxuan only sent a short message: "I will repay you."

Wen Zichuan sighed. He asked himself if he had ever taken care of a child and was not very good at getting along with children. The reason he was still willing to maintain a teacher-friend relationship with him was only out of sympathy. He was afraid that if he didn't hold him back at some point, he would give up on himself and go astray.

But Xu Jiaxuan was always a little too enthusiastic towards him. He never liked others to be too close to him, so he often felt at a loss.

"What about the bad news?" Wen Zichuan changed the subject. If a child encountered any difficulties, adults should help him solve them.

"Yangliuan is going to be demolished."

"Tear it down?"

"Yes, this old house is scheduled to be demolished next month, and we have to move out too."

Wen Zichuan could tell that the reason Xu Jiaxuan thought this was bad news was simply that after moving away, he would no longer be able to keep an eye on Cheng Sizhou like a little sentry.

But Wen Zichuan, who finally got the news, felt an inexplicable palpitation.

Demolition, flattening and reconstruction mean that Room 303 of Building 3 will no longer exist. The octagonal table where they ate together, the double bed where they slept together, the long sofa where they played together, all traces that proved that they were once together will no longer exist.

Suddenly, his heart seemed to be tightly gripped by a giant hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

At that time, Cheng Sizhou moved out in a hurry to take care of Mr. Jiang, and the company did not allow him to live in a residential area like a slum, so he had to ask Su Zhuo to pack up some daily necessities and send them to Heting Manor.

If he had known that Yangliuan was going to be demolished, he would never have taken away only the daily necessities. He would have taken away everything that they had used together and that Cheng Sizhou didn't want.

Three days later happened to be a Saturday, and it was a rare occasion that I had no work arrangements.

Wen Zichuan wore the most ordinary round-neck short-sleeved shirt and old jeans, prepared a hat, mask, and sunglasses, and went to Yangliuan Community alone.

The weather in July was really hot. He looked around the neighborhood and thought that no one would recognize him, so he just walked in wearing a mask.

"stop!"

Wen Zichuan was stunned by this shout. He turned around and saw the man's face, and then he remembered that he was the diligent security guard in front of him.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing a mask covering your face?" the uncle asked as usual.

"I'm a tenant here," Wen Zichuan lowered his head slightly, "I've been feeling a bit allergic lately."

"Which room do you live in?"

"Building 3, Room 303."

After I told the doorman the house number, he immediately remembered that this room had indeed been unoccupied for a long time, and the water, electricity, and property fees had not been paid for more than two months.

"The community is going to be demolished, and there are a lot of people coming in and out recently. How about this, you register here." He pushed a form over.

Wen Zichuan took a glance at it. He had to fill in his name, time and contact information on the form. It was impossible for him to leave his real identity information casually now. It would be too easy for something to go wrong.

"Is this okay?" Wen Zichuan stepped forward and pulled his mask down to his chin. "Didn't you say there's no one in this neighborhood you don't recognize?" He then pointed at the form and said, "I won't fill it out. It involves my privacy and it's inconvenient."

The security guard really remembered him. After all, the incident between Xu Jiaxuan and Zhao Ya was such a big deal, and he misunderstood the young man at that time. He couldn't just keep suspecting him.

"Oh—it's you!" He stretched out his words, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Ahem, it's okay. Come in."

Wen Zichuan put on his mask, thanked him, and finally passed this hurdle.

While walking in the community, he suddenly realized that people's time and energy are limited and must be spent wisely.

If being polite doesn't solve the problem, being more direct or even tougher may help things go more smoothly.

Cheng Sizhou said that this is called "first courtesy, then force."

Wen Zichuan had a clear purpose for this trip. He came to pack up some things as a souvenir, and the house was going to be demolished soon. Cheng Sizhou would definitely not renew the lease, so it was only right for him to return the key.

When he arrived at the door, he took out the key and opened it. As soon as he entered the house, he was stunned by the scene before him.