Then let's break up. What I mean is, Wen Zichuan, let's break up...
Wen Zichuan was dizzy from the fall. At that moment, he felt that Cheng Sizhou was taking revenge on him and had deliberately thrown him down.
He must have hated himself, hated himself for leaving without saying goodbye, hated himself for not even saying a word, hated himself for not being by his side during his most difficult time...
However, "hate" is better than forgetting. Brother Zhou is still willing to come to him, which means he has not forgotten himself.
However, Cheng Sizhou only had the strength to fall down this time. Even though most of his body was pressing on him, he was still very light and the weight was not commensurate with his height at all.
"Brother Zhou..." Tears that had been held back for a long time flowed down his face. Wen Zichuan raised his hand and touched his thin back and lower back lovingly, "How did you become so thin... How did you become so sick..."
Cheng Sizhou was very calm. He calmly pulled down Wen Zichuan's hand, his gaze lingering on his chest for a second before immediately looking away. "What's wrong with me? Do you care? Do you mind?"
"I'm sorry...Brother Zhou, I'm sorry..."
Wen Zichuan apologized hurriedly and tried to sit up and hug him, but the other party pressed his thigh with his knee. His butterfly bone was hurt and he could hardly use any strength in his arms.
He stared at Cheng Sizhou's face. His once high-spirited face was now haggard, his chin was covered with dark stubble, and his eye sockets were sunken as if he hadn't slept a full night's sleep in a month.
Cheng Sizhou was so weak, yet he used such a tough attitude towards himself, as if he had accumulated this little bit of strength for a long time, and ended up using it all on him.
Wen Zichuan bit the soft flesh inside his lips, and the tears he had just wiped away flowed down again.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions. Please answer them carefully and don't lie to me." Cheng Sizhou looked down at him.
"Okay... I won't lie to you." Wen Zichuan seemed to have a premonition of something, and his heart was beating restlessly.
"You're never going back to Willowbank, are you?"
"yes."
"You saw the message, you heard the call, but you don't want to contact me, do you?"
"……yes."
"You took the gift you gave me and gave it to someone else, didn't you?"
"Yes, but it's not what you think. I..."
"Okay, no need to explain. I don't really want to hear it."
After being together for so long, Cheng Sizhou understood Wen Zichuan well. He didn't think that Zichuan would change his mind. He was just certain that Zichuan took the jade pendant because he subjectively wanted to end this relationship.
After all, everyone is against them, and over time, people will be completely dragged down by negative things.
This is how his life will be. He is destined not to receive long-term companionship and preference. He must have no expectations so as not to be disappointed.
The room became quiet, and when the two looked at each other, time seemed to stop. Outside the window, the night breeze was cool and blowing slowly, and the mournful chirping of insects could be heard one after another in the wind.
"Are you hurt? Get up." Cheng Sizhou let go of him and stepped aside. "Get up by yourself."
Wen Zichuan was indeed waiting for him to help him. This was his usual trick. As long as he showed weakness and acted coquettishly, Brother Zhou would never abandon him.
But things were different now. Cheng Sizhou stood far away and showed no intention of reaching out.
"Brother Zhou," Wen Zichuan climbed up, wanting to get closer to him but not daring to, "I, I will stay in Jiqing for a while, about a week, and there is nothing else to do, so I want to, want to..."
I want to use this hard-earned vacation to spend time with you, take care of you, and make it up to you.
"Don't come here again."
"I, I won't disturb you, I..."
"What I mean is, Wen Zichuan, we broke up."
Although this was a "rehearsed" result, when Cheng Sizhou said the word "break up" himself, the few strokes turned into thousands of needles that pierced into Wen Zichuan's internal organs.
His brain was suddenly filled with blood, his ears were buzzing, everything around him became blurry, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by a heavy object, making it extremely difficult for him to take a breath.
"Can you, can you... again..."
"No, we don't want to have any relationship anymore."
"I know, it's me who's too slow. I'm too slow to figure out the truth, too slow to make money... I can't change your family's prejudice against me... I've never been worthy of you..."
"It has nothing to do with these things. People must first live a good life for themselves before they can love others. From now on, I will go my way and you will go yours. I hope you live a good life and get what you want soon."
Cheng Sizhou opened the door and stood by it, as if he was ordering Wen Zichuan to leave. Even if Wen Zichuan was thick-skinned, he couldn't stay in someone else's house forever.
Yu Ming, who had finished dealing with the matter, ran over when he heard the noise. Seeing that Cheng Sizhou was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly pushed Wen Zichuan out.
"Don't mess with him again," Yu Ming escorted him out of the porcelain kiln area. "You know him. He feels guilty about how much energy Xu Yang and I have wasted on him, so he's willing to listen to us. If he ever stops caring about us, there's a river right outside. He can just jump in and be done with it!"
"I, promise... I will never come here again, and I will never provoke him again..." When Wen Zichuan heard him say this, he immediately imagined the scene of Cheng Sizhou jumping into the river and drowning. The cold chill spread to his chest, making him fall into shaky tension and panic.
"Okay, let's go." Yu Ming has a lot of things to do, and it's good enough that he can take care of Xu Yang and Cheng Sizhou. As for Wen Zichuan, there are many people who care about him and love him, so it doesn't matter if he says a few words of comfort.
So, without even bothering to be polite, he just said goodbye and turned away.
Although it was already June, it was still chilly at night. Wen Zichuan walked towards the B&B in a daze. His heart was blocked and he wanted to cry, but his eyes were sore and painful that nothing came out.
He tried to control himself from recalling the past, but he couldn't control his thoughts. From last May to this year, their meeting and acquaintance, and everything they experienced together, were like tides, constantly surging in his mind.
Perhaps because of his childhood experiences, he has a very ostrich-like side to his character. When encountering danger and difficulties, his first thought is not to face them head-on, but to bury his head in the sand and endure it.
For example, although stress on a rainy day is uncomfortable, as long as you endure it, the rain will eventually stop.
But this time it was different. After Jiang Yunli got into the accident, the distance between him and Cheng Sizhou became greater and greater. He did not have enough ability to find out the truth about the car accident and falling off the cliff, nor did he have good enough financial conditions to escape from the constraints and control of his original family.
In the huge waves, he struggled to paddle a small boat. He knew the shore was there, but he was still unable to reach it.
Therefore, Cheng Sizhou didn't want to wait for him and didn't want to give him more time.
As soon as they returned to the B&B, Wei Xiaoming sent a message saying that they had found a place to camp and would not be back at night. They had originally wanted to take him with them, but he did not reply to the call or message, so they left first.
Wen Zichuan turned off his cell phone, cutting off all connections with the world.
The owner of the B&B noticed that he was not in a good state and came over to ask, "Is your phone dead?"
Wen Zichuan didn't want to explain: "Well, the battery is out."
The boss, having seen so many people coming and going in the store, had developed a pair of sharp eyes. While he was getting his charger, he brought over a dozen beers: "Are you feeling down? Have a drink?"
Wen Zichuan slumped down on the sofa and said, "Drink it."
The boss knew very well that these gentlemen who had booked an entire floor were either rich or noble. When they said they wanted to drink, he just offered them good drinks, first with beer to try it out, and then with various foreign liquors. They also called each other brothers, and were so affectionate with each other that they almost wanted to become sworn brothers on the spot.
"People only have one life to live, and whether happy or unhappy, it's also a lifetime. Love and affection only seem so great at that moment, but what about in ten years? Who takes who seriously?"
The shop owner kept muttering to himself while observing Wen Zichuan's expression. Unfortunately, Wen Zichuan had no expression. He neither cried nor made a fuss. He just looked cold and dry, drinking one sip after another.
Isn't it just a breakup? They both get busy, and if they don't see each other or talk for a month or two, it's no different from a breakup.
Drink some wine and take a nap tonight, and get up tomorrow morning to do what you should do. If you don’t want to see me, then forget me. Anyway, I will move away when I get back to Dengyuan, and I will never see you again after I move.
...Cheng Sizhou! We will never meet again!
After throwing away the last empty bottle, the shop owner had disappeared long ago. Wen Zichuan covered his face with his hands. Due to the stimulation of alcohol, his skin was burning hot as if he had a fever. As he covered his face, his fingers were soaked with moisture.
The strange thing is that he didn't get drunk after drinking so much. In a daze, he thought of someone who had a very low alcohol tolerance. He could even get drunk after drinking a can of light beer. He couldn't even stand steadily when drunk, but he still had to recite ancient poems.
I've never seen such a strange, yet adorable drunken madness before...
“Wuwu… Wuwu…”
Wen Zichuan leaned over the table and finally couldn't help crying. Separating from Cheng Sizhou not only meant the end, but also meant that all his persistence and plans were meaningless.
Cheng Sizhou was no longer his friend. Jiang Yunli's car accident had nothing to do with him. What right did he have to investigate the clues? What qualifications did he have to seek justice for him?
If he didn't want to be worthy of the Cheng family, why would he think about making quick money and take any job?
In fact, he didn't want to hang around in the entertainment industry at all, and didn't want to face the camera at all. He just wanted to find a better dubbing studio, follow an experienced teacher, and learn and practice well. Even if he only dubbed for a few years, at least he could make his way forward step by step.
But now, he is acting in TV dramas one moment and wanting to do dubbing the next moment. He has changed contracts with several companies and is fickle. Who would want him?
After venting his anger, Wen Zichuan opened his phone and saw Wei Xiaoming had sent him a bunch of camping photos, saying that the scenery was superb and that the stars in the night sky were brighter than the lights.
He didn't reply to him and slid down again. He paused when passing by the Shiba Inu portrait, then quickly slid past.
After looking around, there was no one he wanted to contact. He had lived for more than 20 years and indeed had few friends. The only person he wanted to contact was his former colleague Guo Tianrui. He wanted to ask him how it felt to follow Teacher Anjie, and whether he had learned a lot and grown a lot.
But asking such a question suddenly seemed particularly presumptuous, so he turned off the screen and stared at the black glass surface in a daze.
Not long after, footsteps were heard on the stairs. The person walked into the lobby step by step with an elegant and almost constant pace.
Unlike the occasional people who came in and out, he did not ignore the down-and-out man lying on the sofa in the corner with a pile of empty bottles in front of him. Instead, he straightened his appearance and walked towards him.
The man sat down opposite him, clasped his hands on the table and said, "Drinking alone?"
The alcohol was strong, and Wen Zichuan had stopped drinking, but he felt increasingly dizzy. He looked up, his eyes bleary, and barely recognized the man in front of him: "Wen...Duo...!"
Wen Zichuan gritted his teeth, squeezed out two words, and suddenly stretched out his arm to grab him, but accidentally hit the edge of the table, causing a dull pain.
"Wen Duo? Just call me Aldrich. It can also be translated as Aldrich." The man crossed his legs and changed to a more relaxed posture.
"You don't even want the name your parents gave you. You really are...totally Westernized!"
"Wen Zichuan, you're braver than I thought. I thought you'd change your name or start over with a stage name after being slandered and defamed. If you did that, you'd probably understand me better."
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