Chapter 6: The classroom next to Gu Xingjue is where the student union members are resting...
The classroom next door was where the student union members rested. Chen Song entered through the back door, walking lightly and sitting in the last row.
The group of people chatting in front didn't even notice him. They were huddled together looking at photos on a mobile phone.
"Damn, he's really handsome! Why didn't you ask for his number when you saw him yesterday?"
"I'm a waiter. How could I possibly get into such a high-end restaurant? There was another handsome guy in their private room with a buzz cut, but I didn't get a chance to take a picture of him. I only got this one. And that was when he came alone."
"This is even more handsome than our president! Wow!"
"I don't think so. He's handsome, but I still like our grown-up type."
Chen Song never participated in girls' gossip and was not interested in it. He felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly heard his own name.
At this moment, someone walked past him, approached the group of girls quietly, and snatched the phone away at lightning speed.
"I want to see who dares to compete with our president!"
The group of young members were so frightened by Ye Jiajia's sudden arrival that they immediately became quiet like a group of quails.
Ye Jiajia squinted her eyes and was stunned when she saw the person in the photo: "Where did you take this photo?"
Ye Jiajia glanced at the quails: "Is there a rich second generation hidden among you? He can see them all."
"Speak!" Ye Jiajia pointed her phone at them, forcing them to confess. "Whose thighs are coming out for me to hug?"
The short-haired member quickly explained, "Boss, I saw this while I was working part-time."
She reached out to take the phone back, but Ye Jiajia turned away and said, "Is this true?"
The short-haired girl looked up but nothing happened: "Really? Otherwise, how come I don't even know him? I was trying to figure out who he was."
Ye Jiajia didn't think the girl was lying. She had only been to this kind of high-end hotel a few times for big events, and that was because of her relatives. The girl with short hair was pretty, and working as a waitress in this kind of restaurant was indeed a good choice.
"It seems like you know him, Minister?" said another girl.
Ye Jiajia nodded. "Yes, I know him. He's the famous Gu Xingjue in Beijing. He's the most dissolute of the four young masters in Beijing. Have you ordinary people heard of him? If you don't know, look around. I advise you, don't dream of him, or he'll kill you."
Ye Jiajia looked at the photo on her phone, walked over to Chen Song, put the photo next to Chen Song's face, and compared their eyes: "Whose investment consultant is better looking? I think our president is better looking~"
Chen Song took a deep breath, not knowing what expression to make.
Listening to the young master that Ye Jiajia introduced just now, how can the rich second generation compare with people from the lower class like him.
Chen Song rubbed his temples helplessly: "Stop joking."
Ye Jiajia was anxious, and held the photo in front of Chen Song's eyes: "I'm serious! If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself! I really don't think..."
Before Ye Jiajia finished speaking, she saw Chen Song's face fall instantly. His breathing became a little rapid, and his eyes moved back and forth on the photo, as if he was staring a hole in the photo.
It was as if he was repeatedly confirming something that was irreversible. The red bloodshot in his eyes almost burst along with his tense nerves, and tears were about to flow out in the next second.
"What's wrong?" Ye Jiajia's smile disappeared. "You know him too?"
Ye Jiajia's mother's sister is Gu Xingjue's stepmother, so she has met Gu Xingjue once or twice at family gatherings.
She didn't like his carefree temperament and had heard a lot about his misconduct.
What impressed her most was that when Gu Xingjue was a child, he almost killed his aunt's son, who was Gu Xingjue's half-brother.
Aunt T is so good to Gu Xingjue, but Gu Xingjue acts like the whole family owes him something. He is so bad.
Maybe she was biased, but Ye Jiajia felt from the bottom of her heart that Chen Song was much better than him.
But Chen Song looked so surprised that he wanted to cry but had no tears, which gave Ye Jiajia a bad feeling.
The other quails were so frightened that they dared not speak. Their president was usually a man of few words, and now he suddenly seemed to have an emotional breakdown, which frightened them terribly.
The classroom was silent except for the sound of Chen Song taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.
How could he possibly mistake the person in the photo? The handsome face in the photo was so familiar, and his dressing style was the same as usual, with a black leather jacket and the silver necklace that Chen Song had worn day and night hanging around his neck.
After a while, Chen Song finally found his voice: "You... say... what's his name?"
His voice was pale.
Ye Jiajia replied: "Gu Xingjue, do you know him? He's the eldest son of the Gu family, the business tycoon in Beijing."
After Ye Jiajia finished speaking, Chen Song's face completely lost its color. She looked at the photo with self-doubt. I was not mistaken. Who else but this guy could be dressed so stylishly and sexy?
Chen Song suddenly felt a severe stomachache, so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat.
The late autumn wind of Beijing gurgled in from the back door, blowing coldly on him, making him shiver in vain.
Seeing that something was wrong with the person, Ye Jiajia stepped forward and said, "Are you okay?"
Chen Song calmed down and composed himself, but still unwilling to give up, he asked a ridiculous question: "Does he... have any twins or other brothers who look very similar?"
Ye Jiajia thought about all the cousins in the Gu family and said, "No, he only has a younger brother who doesn't look like him at all. He's still in high school."
Chen Song's heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions that seemed about to explode: doubt, anger, chilling pain, nausea. He felt like vomiting.
Chen Song tried to find evidence that Gu Mo did not lie to him during these three years, but there were still some clues that connected together.
For example, the house they live in, or the new motorcycles he sometimes suddenly buys.
What did Gu Mo say? He said they were friends?
Regarding Gu Mo's sudden appearance on the day Chen Song's father died, the air ticket from North City to South City was very expensive, and not something an ordinary person could buy without saying a word.
The two of them had taken a high-speed train to travel to a nearby place. Gu Mo said he had never taken it before. During ticket inspection, he had to use his ID card to scan the ticket. Gu Mo had never tried it before and accidentally dropped his ID card at Chen Song's feet. Chen Song wanted to help him pick it up, but Gu Mo pushed his hand away and snatched it away immediately.
Chen Song was actually a little curious about the photo on Gu Mo's ID card, but Gu Mo refused to let him see it, saying that it was too ugly and he hadn't grown up yet...
Ah, so the person who slept next to him for three years, the person he loved with all his heart for three years, even had a fake name.
He didn't recognize Gu Mo anymore. Oh, no, should he call him...Gu Xingjue? He looked so strange.
Ye Jiajia saw that Chen Song's mood was becoming increasingly abnormal, and her intuition told her that Chen Song and Gu Xingjue must have a grudge against each other.
Ye Jiajia looked at Chen Song, who was sweating profusely, and said anxiously, "Chen Song, do you want to go to the infirmary to see if you feel unwell?"
Chen Song nodded weakly, and stood up with trembling hands: "Please ask for leave for me, I'll go back first. You..."
He raised his eyes and met Ye Jiajia's gaze for a moment, his lifeless eyes filled with complex emotions. Then he turned his head away with a stomachache and said through gritted teeth, "I'll leave this to you."
Ye Jiajia nodded: "Okay, okay, go back and have a rest, leave everything here to us."
Chen Song returned home in a daze, rummaged through the cabinets to find stomach medicine, and swallowed it with cold water. It took him a long time to recover.
The night slowly crept up, and he looked at the house where he had lived for three years and suddenly felt unfamiliar.
Chen Song clearly remembered the day Gu Mo handed him a key, and the first day they moved in, when the two of them worked from dawn to dusk. Finally, he lay on top of Gu Mo, feeling an indescribable happiness.
The small 40-square-meter house with one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen was a bit simple at first, but now it is filled with many furnitures, warm and full of memories.
If Gu Mo is fake, is this house also fake?
At this moment, the small house suddenly became very empty, and the walls and furniture on all four sides kept getting farther and farther away in a distorted posture.
During these three years, Chen Song's heart was pinched by an invisible hand and placed on the edge of a cliff.
The moment he saw the photo, his hand loosened and his heart sank. The intense feeling of weightlessness made him feel so painful that his whole body became numb and he had difficulty breathing.
This feeling came again with greater intensity. How could so many ridiculous things happen to me in the world?
He just wants to be an ordinary person.
I don’t know how long it was before my cell phone suddenly rang, and the word “墨” was particularly eye-catching.
For the first time, Chen Song hung up the call.
His mind was in a mess and he didn't want to hear Gu Mo's voice. He was avoiding reality.
However, the phone kept ringing, and Chen Song answered it with trembling fingers.
"How dare you hang up on me!" Gu Mo sounded very angry. Seeing that Chen Song didn't say anything, he said impatiently, "What are you making a fuss about? Chen Song?"
Chen Song still didn't speak. He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't say anything.
He had a thousand questions in his mind, but his heart was chilled and he didn't know how to start.
There was still no response from Chen Song on the other end of the phone. He felt inexplicably nervous, but it was gone in an instant.
He admitted that he had indeed gone too far this time and had broken his promise. He had promised to celebrate Chen Song's birthday together but had forgotten. He would just go back and comfort him.
He didn't mean to do it. It was just that Tiebazi, who had been a soldier for several years, had returned, and he was so happy to welcome him that he forgot about it.
After all, he has no habit of celebrating his birthday.
"Chen Song," Gu Mo softened his tone, "I'll be home soon. I'm hungry and want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs. Can you wait for me when I get back?"
Chen Song was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."
When Gu Mo got home, he was still the same as usual, ringing the doorbell non-stop.
This time Chen Song didn't come to pick him up quickly, which made the neighbors come out and curse at who was coming in the middle of the night.
Finally, when Gu Mo was about to make a phone call, Chen Song opened the door.
Unlike what Gu Mo imagined, Chen Song opened the door and turned around to walk in without even looking at him.
Gu Mo suppressed his temper and had to coax her, after all, this time it was quite excessive.
He followed Chen Song into the house and closed the door. The small room was filled with the aroma of his favorite food.
Chen Song was still good to him. No matter how angry he was with him, he would still cook a table full of his favorite dishes. Just thinking about it made his appetite improve a lot.
Gu Mo was really hungry and planned to eat before coaxing others.
He and Chen Song sat down together. Chen Song ate particularly slowly today. Gu Mo hadn't seen him for a long time and felt that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight and looked ugly.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Mo asked.
Chen Song said, "It's okay."
Gu Mo picked up some food for him: "Eat more, you look so thin."
"Gu Xingjue."
"Well, what's wrong?"
Gu Mo replied, shaking the dish he was holding, and the sauce-covered spareribs rolled onto the table. Gu Mo's mouth twitched, and he calmly picked up another piece of spareribs and asked casually, "What's wrong with this guy? Do you know him?"
Chen Song looked at the abandoned piece of pork ribs and sneered, "Yes, I know him. He slept with me for three years. Do you think I recognize him?"
"Chen Song." Gu Xingjue's face suddenly darkened. "What do you mean?"
Chen Song looked at him coldly: "What? After three years of acting, you've forgotten who you are? You've made your fake acting real?"
The coldness in Gu Mo's eyes slowly climbed up: "Who told you that?"
Chen Song was shaking with anger: "Does this matter? Or do you think it's fun to play tricks on me like this?"
"Let's break up." Chen Song turned his cold gaze away.
Gu Mo didn't hear clearly what Chen Song said for a moment. The anger that he couldn't suppress in his chest overflowed from his mouth, and the words he said became more hurtful.
He suppressed his anger, and his playful words ignited the war: "Were we together?"
Chen Song had expected Gu Xingjue to say this, but his heart still ached. He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Well. Then we break up. Don't see each other again."
Gu Xing's determination trembled for a moment, and his anger grew even stronger: "You're going to break up with me just for this?! Don't get sick!"
Chen Song was too tired to argue: "Go away, I don't want to see you again."
"This is my home! If anyone wants to leave, it should be you!" Gu Xingjue said angrily.
Chen Song immediately stood up and walked towards the door without looking back.
Gu Xingjue felt a throbbing pain on his forehead. This was different from what he had imagined. What went wrong?
If anyone knows his identity, who wouldn’t come and lick him?
Why is Chen Song hiding like he's the plague god?
"Stop right there!" Gu Xingjue strode forward and grabbed the man's hand, "Chen Song!"
Chen Song looked back at him with red eyes, trembling like a stressed wild cat. "What's wrong? Didn't you tell me to get out?"
Looking at Chen Song's eyes, Gu Xingjue couldn't understand what emotions were in them, but somewhere in his heart was tugged.
"Do you really have to talk to me like this, Chen Song?"
Chen Song's tone finally showed some movement, and he whispered, "Let go if you're okay."
Gu Xing would not let go: "Let's talk it over if there's anything."
Chen Song shook his hand off, his hand still numb. "Three years, you didn't even tell me about the three-year chance. If I didn't know this time, when were you going to tell me? Play with me for another five years? Seven years? Ten years? Is ten years enough for you?"
Chen Song paused, then laughed, a laugh uglier than crying: "Oh, Young Master Gu kicked me out a long time ago, how could he still remember someone like me."
Chen Song, who usually speaks in a gentle voice, said the most ironic words today, which made Gu Xingjue feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
But he couldn't lose his temper, so he could only bite the bullet and swallow his anger: "I'm not kidding you! Didn't you think I was a fucking poor guy in the beginning?!"
Chen Song's heart throbbed with pain. "So? Am I blind? Am I unlucky? Oh, I've always been unlucky. It's been three years, and you haven't opened your mouth yet. Can't you explain?"
"Don't you think it's hilarious that you're playing me around like that?"
Gu Xingjue didn't say anything. He did find it a bit amusing at first, but he also felt there was no need to explain.
He also wanted to see how Chen Song would wag his tail and fawn over him after he found out. As time went on, he didn't want to explain anymore; he felt it was too much trouble.
But Chen Song actually said he wanted to break up with him?! Just because of this?!
Chen Song turned and left.
Gu Xingjue rushed out the door and chased him, shouting, "Once you leave this door, don't come back!"
Chen Song didn't stop.
Gu Xingjue looked at Chen Song's resolute back, and an inexplicable anxiety surged in his heart, driving him to chase after him. He grabbed Chen Song's hand and said, "Chen Song, listen to me..."
"That's enough." Chen Song shook it off with all his might. "We have nothing to say, right? What can we say to someone who doesn't even reply to our messages?"
Gu Xingjue was very dissatisfied with Chen Song's repeated shaking of his hand: "Come back when you've had enough of this trouble."
Chen Song said coldly: "I won't be back."
Gu Xingjue's eyes darkened: "Take all your trash away!"
Chen Song was still hurt by his words, but he said calmly: "Throw it away. I don't want it anymore."
"I don't want any of them."
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