Zhao Chengyun met Song Zhijin again in a coffee shop.
He walked in, leaned over and looked at Song Zhijin, looked him up and down, and said, "Xiao Jin, you have lost weight."
Song Zhijin's friend glanced at the two of them and asked, "Xiao Jin, do you know each other?"
Song Zhijin raised his eyes and saw that Zhao Chengyun's hair in front of him had been carefully taken care of, and he was calmer than in his memory.
After a long while, he said, "I don't know him."
Zhao Chengyun sneered, "Song Zhijin, do you really don't know him?"
Song Zhijin confirmed again: "I don't know him."
Then Zhao Chengyun stood up and left without saying a word.
One time, after Zhao Chengyun was drunk, the two accidentally rolled together.
Afterwards, Zhao Chengyun was holding a cigarette in his mouth, the cigarette butt was bitten very flat by him, and his voice was pleasant with a hint of satisfaction: "Don't you know me? Why are you so unintentional?"
Song Zhijin pulled away Zhao Chengyun's hand, stood up and dressed, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, isn't it normal for adults to do this kind of thing? Why should you take it to heart?"
Zhao Chengyun looked at the direction Song Zhijin left, snuffed out the cigarette with his bare hands, his face was deep and he said nothing.
Later.
Zhao Chengyun squeezed Song Zhijin's strength and forced him to look up at him.
"Song Zhijin, do you feel bad when you see me like this?" He asked.
The air was silent for a long time.
After a long time, Zhao Chengyun heard choked sobs, each one expressing heartache.
Zhao Chengyun smiled, hugged the person into his arms, and hugged him tightly, leaving no space.
"If you feel bad, just stay, stay with me."
Intention: Work hard and strive for self-improvement
