Chapter 42
I deliberately looked for him when we broke up but couldn't find him. Even though we lived in the same city, I never expected to run into him five years later.
Fang Xu didn't greet him, feeling awkward. He was afraid the other person would see him, but he also disliked the passersby blocking his view. Who knew the man might look over, and then he could naturally [smile in surprise], showing just the right amount of surprise, doubt, and sigh as he raised his chin and said, "Oh, what a coincidence."
You must use a relaxed, informal tone; otherwise, it will sound stiff and insincere.
She's at least five years older now, a cog in the machine of society just like men, so there's no reason for her to be bothered by running into her ex.
Fang Xu secretly stared at the man's back for a long time, but before he could make up his mind, the man stood up, seemingly about to leave.
Fang Xu was startled and froze on the spot, looking around. He was completely unprepared for the other person to suddenly turn around and scan the code to pay. He wished the passerby in front of him would grow several tens of centimeters taller, preferably into a wall, so that he could make a perfect entrance when he was ready.
However, it was a close call.
Fang Xu was all prepared to run into them, but that damn payment code was right at the door!
At the door!
What kind of idiot boss would just leave such an important thing by the door so that people can just sweep it up after they finish eating and leave without looking back!
Seeing that the other person's figure had completely disappeared, Fang Xu breathed a sigh of relief, but his face turned ashen.
"Noodle soup, whose is the one with extra meat?"
The boss shouted from the bustling window, but when no one answered, he poked his head out to look around. He hesitated, his hand hovering in mid-air as he tried to sprinkle scallions into the bowl. He looked around, but still no one was there.
Good grief, they got tricked by the person who placed the order.
The person next to me said, "If no one else wants it, give it to me. I'm in a hurry."
Before he could even reach out to take it, the tall, elite-looking young man standing in front of him pulled a long face and took the noodles with a forced smile, as if he harbored some deep-seated hatred.
In short, two months passed after the meeting.
In the past two months, Fang Xu's awareness of the older man's presence has been like being bitten by a mosquito. He went from not caring about it at first and even scoffing at it, to feeling more and more uncomfortable and resentful towards the culprit the more he scratched.
Even countless details from the past converge into an undeniable force, always lingering in my heart, stirring from time to time.
It's not that uncomfortable, but the constant buzzing like a mosquito can still make you feel bad.
Another thing is that I was careless at work and got caught in the rain, which unexpectedly turned into a severe cold.
A person is lying at home, half-dead from illness, too weak to even pour a glass of water, but absolutely refuses to go to the hospital. They take out their phone and start whining, and suddenly feel a little pathetic.
In this rare moment of vulnerability, I pick out a caring text message from the ones I receive and tell the sender that I'm sick and can't keep my appointment.
The other person was very considerate and immediately took care of him from head to toe, and even asked him if he needed any care.
Fang Xu was initially very impatient, but as he lay sickly in bed eating takeout, he remembered how a certain man had taken such good care of him when he was sick, making him feel incredibly comfortable from head to toe. This made him waver.
He hesitated for a moment, and then sent a message.
The other party was overjoyed and, in less than three seconds, said they would rush over as fast as they could.
In the end... I didn't completely refuse and sent the address.
Tsk, maybe we could try a longer relationship, at least a year, Fang Xu buried his head in the blanket, feeling drowsy.
Before he could get a good rest, he was woken up by the creaking doorbell. Fang Xu, who always paid attention to his image when he was out, couldn't help but frown. He got up and opened the door, only to be immediately tackled to the ground by a group of people.
"Hello!"
This fall was extremely solid; you could even hear the bones cracking.
The other person was also stunned, not expecting Fang Xu to be so weak. With a face full of guilt, they helped him up and put the patient back on the bed. Then, as if they had discovered a new continent, they started taking pictures and touching things around the house, leaving Fang Xu staring blankly, which made the other person awkwardly put away their phone.
"Well, everyone says I'm the first person to visit your house, the group chat is buzzing with excitement, everyone's so curious."
Fang Xu was too lazy to speak, rolled his eyes, and closed them to sleep.
Fortunately, the other party wasn't completely oblivious and at least knew why they were there. After a long chatter of "Your house is so big," "I've never lived in a luxury apartment before, I never imagined it would be like this," and "Wow, this thing can be voice-controlled!", they dutifully began to take care of the patient.
But as he continued to take care of her, Fang Xu finally couldn't stand it anymore and opened his eyes, grabbing the other person's hands that were groping him everywhere: "Get out."
"ah?"
"I said, get out of here now!"
Because his cold expression was so terrifying, he didn't need to intimidate the other person much to make them tremble and bewildered. The patient, despite being ill, was packed up, thrown out the door, and then blocked and deleted in one fell swoop.
At a time like this, you're still thinking about doing things? What the hell are you doing?!
After a miserable few days of recuperation, I finally recovered, but a whole host of things came up at the bar, and I had to get back to work immediately, otherwise that idiot friend of mine would make a complete mess of everything.
Although it wasn't a remarkable career, it still represented several years of hard work. As a result, Fang Xu became even more irritable and gave everyone the cold shoulder.
Feeling utterly miserable, she unconsciously thought of that man again.
First, cross out "[lingering feelings]", it can only mean "unwilling to accept being dumped".
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[Ex-Boyfriend Observation Diary (Heavily Crossed Out)]
Change to
[Food Exploration Diary]
Fang Xu changed a word in his diary with satisfaction, but couldn't help cursing himself for his idleness. Only a madman or someone so bored that they'd grow weeds would tinker with something like this.
Moreover, it's impossible that he was afraid the other person wouldn't recognize him, which is why he was too nervous to go up and say hello.
Because of their unexpected encounter, Fang Xu was inexplicably excited for several days, but after calming down, he lost interest and couldn't figure out what was wrong. So he went out to have fun a few times, partying until late every night. When he came back, he felt that something was off, and he was less interested in going out the next time. He also lacked patience when faced with a fresh and attractive young man, looking listless, as if he had entered old age prematurely.
The romantic and gentle scumbag has transformed into a berserk dinosaur in an instant.
It terrified the local gay men who came to experience the gay community's charms, and they complained on local Puk forums that the experience was not as advertised.
This psychological shift not only severely stimulated Fang Xu, who wanted to live a carefree life until he was fifty, but also frightened him considerably.
Before you've even had a few years of wild adventures in your prime, why do you already seem ready to retire from the world?
Fang Xu was extremely frustrated, but he couldn't figure out why. His physical condition was perfectly fine after a checkup.
Is this a case of Life Is Beautiful collapsing halfway through its journey? Or is it a psychological setback after conquering so many territories?
I never imagined that I would take all my anger out on my ex, whom I haven't seen for five years. Maybe he hates me to the core and keeps muttering "[Scumbag will fail]" before eating every day. The accumulated negative energy has made everything I do now seem wrong.
Pshaw, I'm not saying he's a scumbag, it's just that the thought of the possibility makes me want to do something.
Ultimately, although he was too playful back then, he had pursued her very seriously for a long time. He was embarrassed and angry when his friends teased him for retiring because of love, which is why he said those hurtful things. Who knew that the older man was cold-hearted and ruthless, breaking up with him without saying a word or even giving him a chance to explain? No wonder he got angry.
To say I feel regretful would be impossible. I lost face and my self-esteem back then. Picking up the little mushroom was already a huge concession. Now I've been reduced to eating instant noodles alone at home on a beautiful night.
While the other party may not necessarily be responsible, since they didn't even see each other when they broke up, it's perfectly reasonable for them to pretend to bump into each other casually and exchange greetings now.
Right?
Fang Xu said to the mushrooms of today, who knows how many generations, "It's not excessive at all."
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