Chapter 45
First of all, this is not screen snooping!
It's perfectly normal to show concern for an ex within the bounds of social interaction; there's nothing wrong with that.
After mentally preparing herself, she finally opened her WeChat Moments with her eyes closed, bracing herself for the grimace-inducing content she would see. After all, based on past experience, Xiao Ling's Moments posts were all pretty much the same, especially after she got a boyfriend.
Surprisingly, there wasn't a photo of the two of them together at first glance.
Ahai's profile picture is a kite in a blue sky, and his signature is just a short sentence.
—[Shakespeare's charm will never fade]
Having absolutely no connection with the older man, Fang Xu raised an eyebrow in suspicion, recalling the other man's refined and reserved demeanor, suggesting he might be an artistic young man.
He rolled over with his phone, pressing it against the plush toy, and continued scrolling. The background image was nothing special; in black and white, a small boat moored in a harbor had its sails furled, with only the graffiti on the lighthouse in color, giving him a strange sense of peace.
The post was dynamically set to be visible for three months, and the most recent one was posted three days ago.
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[walk]
The accompanying image is of a cluster of roses, with dark red flowers the size of a cup blooming in the night. When the image is enlarged, the flower cluster disappears, revealing fragrant green leaves, and there seems to be the silhouette of a man carrying a convenience store bag, which stands out because of his fair skin. The image is full of subtle and intense hints of love.
Beihai doesn't seem to have come out publicly; his social circle is no different from that of a normal man.
Food, movies, sports – a social media feed that parents, teachers, and relatives wouldn't find inappropriate.
Is this guy a closeted gay man?
Due to the pressures of reality, many gay men do not publicly disclose their sexual orientation. Some do not want to be discriminated against, while others hope to get married, have children, and live a normal life in the eyes of others.
Fang Xu thought for a moment, touched his chin, frowned and continued flipping through the pages.
Beihai rarely posts pictures, and the content on his WeChat Moments seems to be work-related, but it's hard to tell which industry he's in. He's involved in IT, hotels, and even movie premiere promotions, which makes him seem like a corporate slave who changes jobs all the time.
Until I saw a picture, I was about to scroll past it when I suddenly saw the old man's profile and quickly pulled back.
[Two-Year Anniversary]
There are four pictures in total: one of fireworks, one of dinner, one of a sports field. The photographer is very skilled. In the last picture, two men are sitting in a somewhat old locker room, wearing sportswear of the same color, talking and wiping sweat. The sense of sports is palpable, and the atmosphere of their conversation is natural. They seem to be taking off their clothes.
If the previous images were all veiled secrets, then this image is like half a statement.
And they've already been together for two years?!
Fang Xu's mind went blank for a moment, and he jumped out of bed. He walked back and forth on the mattress for a few steps before staring at the picture again. He looked at it for a while, then suddenly became unsure whether he should continue to flip through the pages. Frustrated, he jumped off the bed, found an ashtray, and continued looking at the picture while trying to comfort himself.
I made a mark.
ah!
That's it, it's over, only three months left to see.
Fang Xu banged his head against a pillow, so Nan Fei not only quickly started a second relationship after breaking up with Fang Xu, but also got together with an artsy young man who was nothing like Fang Xu.
He should have stopped reading here, but Fang Xu read it all over again before throwing his phone away and sprawling on the bed.
Turn over.
On the shelf in front of the bedside table sits a glass jar containing nutrient wood. The plump, red mushrooms open their caps carefree, completely oblivious to their owner's mood.
Fang Xu sighed and sprayed some water on the nutrient tree. Actually, he wasn't the type to completely cut ties with his ex.
When they broke up, he was furious and said a lot of hurtful things, wishing the other person would come over and yell at him. He tried desperately to provoke him, but the phone just hung up. He couldn't find the other person at their workplace, so he lost interest and thought it was better to just let it go.
Since that man has changed partners, he probably doesn't care too much about what happened back then. So, besides the resentment of being dumped, I might also feel some guilt, which is why I can't let go.
But after five years of silence, it wasn't because the other party was particularly clever at hiding, but because Fang Xu himself never took the initiative to inquire about his whereabouts again. Perhaps it was out of pride, or perhaps he genuinely didn't care.
Cynical and carefree, living life to the fullest.
As I've gotten older and gained a sense of responsibility, and as a new generation of younger talents has emerged in the industry, I've begun to settle down and think of him from time to time.
Now that we know the other person is doing well, can we just laugh it off?
After all, feelings of liking and missing someone aren't real; they come and go quickly. To put on a show of deep affection is foolish and just creating unnecessary trouble for yourself.
Fang Xu looked at the ceiling, where the crystal of the chandelier reflected a soft light.
But why do I still feel uncomfortable?
It felt like someone sighed in his chest, leaving him with a cool, bittersweet feeling.
The time we spent together was too short, and the time we were apart was too long. Perhaps people always dwell on what they have lost, but as long as you get to know someone deeply, you will find them boring and tedious, and you will feel no excitement when you think about them.
Since you miss him so much now, why don't you take some time to see him, even if it's just to disillusionment?
In the past, I never really wanted to understand what Nanfei, who had loved me, was like.
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