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When Fu Yan opened his eyes in the morning, he was the only one lying in bed.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but his expression went numb the moment he realized that Xiao Xin hadn't come home all night.

Fu Yan reached for his phone on the bed and subconsciously opened Xiao Xin's WeChat chat history.

Seeing Xiao Xin's profile picture, which was still the same one of holding hands, my eyes suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

Fu Yan's fingers trembled as he typed on his phone screen: Brother, you really dated?

He didn't want to hear about Xiao Xin's relationship from other people; he wanted to hear it from Xiao Xin herself.

After waiting for two minutes, Xiao Xin did not reply.

Fu Yan continued typing in the blank dialog box:

Bro, can you please talk to me?

Bro, yesterday was just a prank, right?

Brother, I made you a strawberry cake. Shall we make up?

Brother, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you the other day. I'm so sorry...

As the messages continued to arrive, Fu Yan noticed that the screen was becoming increasingly blurry. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes and realized that he was crying.

Xiao Xin didn't reply, so he kept sending messages.

Brother, come back and I'll warm your bed.

Brother, why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong? Tell me and I'll change.

Why didn't my brother come home all night?

Do you really hate me, brother?

Please pay attention to me, bro...

Brother, I'm going crazy, brother...

Brother, who was that guy yesterday? Why did you reveal him publicly? It was just a prank, right? Right...?

I'm sorry, brother. I shouldn't have argued with you. It was my fault. Can you please stop ignoring me like this...?

"sorry……"

Fu Yan raised her hand to wipe away her tears, continuing to type while crying:

Brother, I'm not going to have anything to do with you anymore. You said you wouldn't abandon me, why are you going back on your word...?

No, I'm sorry, brother, I was the one bothering you, but...

But I really like you, brother. Why don't you like me?

Brother, say something. If you're really annoyed with me, I'll leave and stop bothering you, okay?

"Brother, sob..." Fu Yan couldn't help but cry out.

Xiao Xin's voice call came at that moment.

Fu Yan immediately answered: "Brother, waaaaah...why, why..."

He was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to catch his breath.

Xiao Xin was hungover and was bombarded with messages from Fu Yan the next morning, leaving her completely numb.

He rubbed his aching forehead and asked, "You cried?"

Upon hearing Xiao Xin's voice, Fu Yan cried even louder, "Waaah..."

Xiao Xin glanced at the messages and said impatiently, "What are you doing now?"

Fu Yan gasped, "Ugh, brother, you really dated?"

Xiao Xin rubbed her aching head, her voice hoarse: "What, it's not working?"

"Brother..." Fu Yan covered his mouth to stop himself from crying out loud, "Why can he do it, but I can't?"

Xiao Xin: "..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Fu Yan continued to ask, "Brother, we're both men, so why can he do it but we can't?"

Xiao Xin changed the subject: "Are you still at home?"

Fu Yan hummed in agreement: "I'm here."

Xiao Xin breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he wasn't home. Otherwise, seeing Fu Yan's tearful and aggrieved face, he would have softened his heart again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and said to Fu Yan on the other end of the phone, "I did talk to him, but it shouldn't concern you much. So, Mr. Fu, can you go home now? I'm bringing my boyfriend home tonight, and it might be inconvenient for us if you're here..."

Fu Yan's eyes were swollen from crying. When he heard Xiao Xin say this in person, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was so numb that he didn't know how to react.

Xiao Xin saw that there was no sound on the phone, but didn't hang up, so she put it to her ear again: "Hello? Did you hear what I just said?"

"What if I don't?" Fu Yan suddenly asked.

Xiao Xin: "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to leave..."

"Then I won't come back. You can stay there by yourself." Xiao Xin said and hung up the phone.

He will explain to Yu Muqing later, but Fu Yan must leave his house.

Dragging this out is not a solution. It's better to end it quickly than suffer for a long time. Xiao Xin felt it was better to cut the Gordian knot.

Fu Yan stared at the reason for the call being disconnected, unable to recover for a long time.

He stared blankly at the screen, and a minute later, tears welled up in his eyes again.

Feng Lu's video call came in at that moment.

Fu Yan pressed the hang-up button. He had no mind to talk to anyone, and he couldn't even feel his own heartbeat.

Feng Lu didn't give up. A second video call came in. Fu Yan found it annoying, so he pressed the answer button and said, "Play it."

Feng Lu looked at his swollen eyes and said sarcastically, "Is this all you've got?"

Fu Yan knew he wasn't up to anything, and said indifferently, "Hang up."

"Do you want to win your brother back?!" Feng Lu interrupted him in time.

Fu Yan paused her hand, which was hovering over the hang-up button, and asked him, "How can we win him back?"

"If you want to know, come out. See you at the usual place."

Feng Lu hung up after he finished speaking.

Fu Yan didn't think much of it, tidied up, and went out.

It's very windy outside, and it seems to be drizzling.

Upon arrival, Feng Lu immediately pulled him into the bar next door.

Fu Yan poured out his grievances while drinking, and because they were outside, he held back his tears and kept swallowing them down.

Feng Lu looked at his reddened eyes and felt that he was truly pitiful.

"The senior doesn't go home anymore?"

Fu Yan nodded: "Yes, he also said he wanted to bring his boyfriend home."

Feng Lu sat on the coffee table, cracking melon seeds, and said confidently, "If you get drunk, he'll guarantee to come home."

He truly didn't believe that Xiao Xin had no feelings for Fu Yan.

Fu Yan looked at the three empty wine bottles on the table, then at Feng Lu: "I don't think I can get drunk..."

Feng Lu glanced at him and said, "Then pretend to be drunk."

"Okay." Fu Yan's cheeks flushed slightly. Despite having drunk three bottles of strong liquor, he seemed slightly tipsy, and his eyes were still clear.

Feng Lu patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, kid. You can really drink. You've been hiding your true abilities?"

Fu Yan slapped his hand away, opened another bottle of wine, and drank it straight from the bottle.

After drinking six bottles, he did feel a little dizzy, and then he started vomiting while hugging the trash can next to him.

After vomiting, Fu Yan collapsed onto the sofa, squinting his eyes to calm down.

Feng Lu felt it was time, so he clapped his hands, stood up, and took out the phone from Fu Yan's pocket to call Xiao Xin.

"Hello?" Xiao Xin was on her way home and answered quickly.

"Hey! Senior, Xiao Yan threw up! You need to come right now! He's drunk and going on a rampage, I can't stop him by myself! What should we do? He's about to smash this place up!"

"Bang!" A sound of a bottle shattering came through the receiver.

"Ah!" Feng Lu shouted, "Fu Yan, calm down! Stop smashing things!"

Then came several more sounds of glass shattering.

"Senior, please come quickly, I can't control myself!"

A chaotic sound came through the receiver, accompanied by Feng Lu's screams. Xiao Xin, with his eyelids drooping, said, "Send me your address."