"Did you hear that Wen Xile went home with Gu Yan last night?"
"No wonder she's so dragging. It turns out she's so high on Gu Yan."
"Ah... They wouldn't have...!"
As the male protagonist of this incident, he laughed for half a minute after learning about the incident, and his tone was full of disdain: "She is worthy of it. Don't let any cat or dog fall on me."
Later, as he wished, she left.
So everyone thought that Gu Yan was as indifferent as he seemed. Only he knew that his eyes were red over and over again while holding the wooden photo frame for countless late nights.
One rainy night five years later, Wen Xile, suffering from a low fever, lay dying on the cashier counter wearing a light blue medical mask.
The glass door was pushed open, making a clanking sound.
Wen Xile forced himself to sit up and raised his hot eyelids.
A man and a woman walked in through the door, walked to the shelf next to the cashier with clear goals, took a box of the most expensive condoms, and threw it in front of Wen Xile.
The woman was wearing a low-cut dress, holding the man's arm and whispering something in the man's ear.
Wen Xile lowered his eyes, picked up the small square box on the table and dripped it, without paying attention to the man's response.
"139, WeChat or Alipay?"
Gu Yan took out his phone and said, "WeChat."
There were no greetings after a long separation, no hysterical questions.
It wasn't until the glass door was pushed open again that Wen Xile closed his eyes heavily.
Good thing he didn't recognize it.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day