Dear Mr. Lu

"Lu Jiuding, I'm leaving! I won't come back after leaving this time!"

"Then I'll go find you."

"No, you can't find mine."

"Can't you leave?"

"But I'm going home... Hey, are you sad? Don't be sad, you will meet other friends, and I have many friends."

"..."

"Speak, you won't cry, will you?"

"...I just want you as a friend."

"Hey, why do you like to act like a baby even more than me when you are so old? You just think that I have moved. My good friend will be very sad when he first moves. I miss him every day. After a long time, I will forget him, and I will be very sad." Make other friends, just like one doesn't like the same person forever."

The boy in his memory said it with certainty and confidence.

And the self in my memory was very depressed at that time, and said in a muffled voice: "I won't, I won't make other friends, I...I only like you."

"Huh?" The man suddenly became shy, scratched his head, and then showed a distressed look, "But if we don't see each other, you will soon forget me."

"I won't."

"you will."

"I won't!"

"You will!"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other childishly, and finally the other party was defeated, squatting on the ground and pulling weeds: "But it will really be a long, long, long time before we see each other again, will you really not forget me?"

"No." He squatted down happily and cautiously, "I will never forget it in my life."

"Okay, let me do the math, ten years, ten years later you will be able to see me... Hey, no, it's still thirteen years... Well, maybe it's not enough, then fifteen years at most, fifteen years I will definitely find you later, okay?"

The self in memory was stunned: "Ten, fifteen years? So long?"

"Hey! Who said just now that it doesn't matter for a lifetime?"

"But, but, you can tell me your address, and I'll find you." He said cautiously.

"They say you can't find it." The other party muttered, "It's useless to find it."

"Then what if you don't come after fifteen years?"

"Well, that's why I forgot about you."

"..."

"Ah, just kidding, if I didn't look for you, you would, you would build an amusement park in Haining North City, the wasteland we escaped together. It's a very big one. I will definitely go to play when I see it. Yes, and then you'll find me!"

"amusement park?"

"Well, but don't worry, I should come to you first. When the time comes, we will build an amusement park together. I will draw the design drawings, and you will contribute the money and efforts."

"it is good."

"That's a deal, Lahook!"

"Fifteen years." Lu Chong gently stroked the concept map of the amusement park, "You said fifteen years, but it has been sixteen years, and you still haven't come."

"You're right, no one can love only one person for a lifetime, I betrayed my promise, I can't control my heart."

"I even thought for a while, forget it like that, live my own life, take care of the people around me, and let you be the past."

"I almost did that too."

When embracing Luo Wencheng, when kissing Luo Wencheng, he really thought about it that way, the temperature in his hand was too tempting, that person's eyes, words, body temperature, smile, everything was more attractive to him than him The anticipation, that predictable, palpable bliss that drives the coolest of minds mad.

Especially after he's been alone for so many years.

"Isn't it scary?"

"After all, I became what you hate the most."

Swaying from side to side, liking the new and disliking the old, being ungrateful...

Lu Chong smiled wryly, propping himself up on the table, his tall and straight body bent down like this for the first time, as if he was already overwhelmed.

…

Luo Wencheng's life became ordinary again.

He was waiting for Lu Chong to give him an answer, but it seemed that it was difficult for the other party to respond.

Even Lu Chong didn't come back at night.

After the amusement park politely rejected him last time, he never stayed out at night.

Luo Wencheng looked at his hands and asked himself in his heart, was he pushing too hard?

Should we really pretend to be stupid? Once the window paper is pierced, the two of them can't even maintain the superficial calm and friendship.

The sound of the man coming back came from downstairs, Luo Wencheng's dazed eyes slowly gathered, his expression gradually became fiercer.

It's either 1 or 0, it's life or it's death, there's no end to it, he doesn't want to live the days of guessing and waiting every day.

We are all men, why do we have to be coy like a woman, just say a word if it is okay.

He opened the door, and it happened that Lu Chong came up from downstairs, and saw him paused: "I haven't slept yet."

Luo Wencheng walked over step by step, looked up at him slightly, this man was still calm, and his eyes were still familiar with warmth, if you ignore the bloodshot eyes, the tired look, and the dodging eyes , nothing has changed.

"I haven't slept well for a few days." Luo Wencheng asked suddenly.

Lu Chong: "I've been..."

"Am I making it difficult for you?"

Lu Chong was speechless.

"Did I cause you pain?"

Lu Chong closed his eyes: "Wen Cheng, I thought about it, I..."

Luo Wencheng suddenly took a step back. The heroism who was either dead or alive just now disappeared without a trace like a punctured balloon. He avoided his gaze: "Let me go and make you something to eat."

Then hurried downstairs.

This is the longest interview Luo Wencheng has ever had.

He made it again and again, bowl after bowl, and finally made a bowl that was satisfactory.

The chef next to him, who didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran out to help him, a half-crippled man, was both tangled and distressed: "Aren't those bowls pretty good? What a pity."

Luo Wencheng murmured in a low voice: "The last time, of course it must be the most perfect."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, the beginning and the end, the beginning and the end." He said slowly, and then said with a smile, "You help me serve it to my husband."

"Aren't you going by yourself?"

"My hands are sore, I can't move." Luo Wencheng said, "I'm going to sleep first."

Luo Wencheng went upstairs without even looking in the direction of Lu Chong's room. He walked into his own room slowly and looked around the room slowly.

He also did this action after returning from the amusement park last time, but the difference was that this time, after looking around for a week, he slowly opened the closet and began to pack his things.

But it seems that there is nothing to clean up. Every piece of clothing and every item here is added after coming here, and none of them belong to him.

He came to this place, entered this room, avenged his revenge, fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and finished what he wanted to do in this life. Now, it's time to leave.

He came with a calculating heart, and now he leaves with a bit of a wound, which is reasonable.

He stood on the balcony, blowing the wind, watching the sky gradually brighten from the heavy blackness, and the sun rose from the clouds, casting a radiant light.

The sounds of servants walking began to be heard in the villa, and people watering the garden appeared.

The sound of a car starting came from downstairs, it should be that the person went out.

He straightened his clothes, picked up the drawing board, and went downstairs.

Walking to the kitchen door, he saw a servant pouring a bowl of noodles into the trash can.

A bowl full of noodles, well-endured, swelled out of shape.

"It's such a pity, why don't you eat a bite of such good noodles."

"It's a pity for noodles, it's a pity for these pastries and breads, Master Luo has been making them for a long time."

"Forget it, just get used to it. This is only for two days. It hasn't been like this for the past half a year. It's just a pity for Young Master Luo's intentions."

"Who says no, sometimes I want to persuade him not to do it, but I dare not speak."

"You said, it has been like this for the past half a year?" An indifferent voice suddenly sounded, and the two servants were startled: "Master Luo!"

"Tell me," Luo Wencheng took a step into the kitchen, looking at the noodles that had been dumped into the trash can and the small pastries and dishes he had made one after another in the past two days, "Has it been like this for half a year? Is this how it fell?"

The two servants looked at each other in blank dismay, and boldly said: "Yes, you, the things you make, the husband will not touch, and others will not dare to touch them, so in the end they can only be dumped like this."

Luo Wencheng looked at the things in the trash can. It was obviously such a beautiful and delicate thing, but now it has become a pile of rubbish, and it is disgusting to look at it even more.

Luo Wencheng shook his body slightly, and supported the door frame on one side.

A shadow appeared out of the corner of his eye. He looked up, but his vision was a bit blurred. He lowered his head and blinked, and looked again, standing not far away was Lu Chong who had gone and returned, and he was looking at him with complicated eyes. look at yourself.

Luo Wencheng slowly stood up straight, and looked at him: "Why didn't you just tell me?"

Before Lu Chong could answer, he smiled again: "Are you worried that I'm here for nothing?"

He smiled, but this smile was uglier than crying. Lu Chong looked at him fixedly, without saying a word.

Luo Wencheng himself probably realized that his smile was ugly, so the fake smile gradually faded away. He walked over slowly, wanting to say something, but didn't seem to know what to say. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving, but before I leave, I want to ask you one last question."

Lu Chong said, "Say it."

"You have a deep affection for that person, don't you?"

"yes."

"Then your hesitation in the past few days, or you have made a decision, but you don't know how to speak to me. In this process, you and your feelings for that person are put on the same balance. Or are you worried that I will be sad and unbearable after explaining to me?”

Lu Chong did not answer immediately.

He hesitated.

Luo Wencheng said calmly, "I want to hear the truth."

"Both." Lu Chong paused, "The latter is mostly."

Luo Wencheng smiled relievedly, thinking in his heart, that is indeed the case, but the "have both" is also a consolation, right?

In the final analysis, it's not that he's completely self-indulgent, he just... overestimated his own weight.

He said: "Thank you, I understand. I have caused you a lot of trouble in the past few days and half a year. Although it should be said that you can send me wherever you need me in the future, but I don't think you have much use for me." want me, and probably don't want to see me again. So—"

His voice was very soft: "Just leave it alone."

He bypassed Lu Chong and went out, Zhou Qian appeared: "Master Luo, do you want to get in the car?"

"No need." Luo Wencheng shook his head, "I won't need it in the future, thank you for this time."

He strode out of the gate and onto the road outside. After walking for about five minutes, there was a platform, and a bus just stopped.

In the villa, Zhou Qian looked inexplicably at the gentleman who stood motionless outside the living room, wondering if he should go after Luo Wencheng.

At this time Lu Chong finally had a reaction, he suddenly shouted: "Old Ding!"

These two words are heavier than ever, and contain a hint of anger.

Lao Ding, who didn't know where he was hiding just now, came out.

Lu Chong looked at him coldly: "Why?"

"What do you mean sir?"

"Can't you even control the mouths of the two servants?"

The two servants were still hiding in the kitchen, leaning against each other tremblingly.

Lao Ding's expression didn't change, he said calmly: "I just did what I should do."

"Is that what you're supposed to do?"

"When the kid first came, I liked him very much, especially when the things he made were very suitable to my husband's taste, and my husband said more and smiled more because of him. But recently, the kid The existence of him seems to be more and more troublesome for Mr. I hope he can let him get out of the past, but since he can’t do it, and Mr. has already made a decision in his heart, his existence becomes unnecessary and troublesome root, then it is best for him to leave."

Lao Ding analyzed respectfully and methodically: "Don't you think so too, sir? If you can't do it, let Lao Ding do it for you."

Under the current circumstances, revealing that Luo Wencheng's so-called love food is garbage that will eventually be thrown out is like slapping Luo Wencheng hard in the face. One is to let him know that the meager things he always thought he could do for Lu Chong are just a joke, and the other is that his heart has been ruined so much that it is impossible for anyone with shame and self-respect to live here any longer.

This is currently the simplest, most peaceful, and most effective means.

Although it might really hurt.

Naturally, Lu Chong knew that, on the one hand, he knew that the two of them should distance themselves, and on the other hand, he couldn't bear to hurt Luo Wencheng, even if it was a tactful hint that Luo Wencheng would move away.

In fact, he had already planned to give up this villa to Luo Wencheng and find another place for himself, but he didn't move because he was worried about stabbing Luo Wencheng.

He wanted to find a way to have the best of both worlds, but there is no such thing as the best of both worlds.

He also couldn't blame Lao Ding, because the person who hurt Luo Wencheng was ultimately himself.

The food was not what Lao Ding said he would throw away, but he refused to touch it.

But this does not mean that he can tolerate Lao Ding doing this.

He said coldly: "Go back to Beijing."