My reunion with you is a belated confession

Chapter 115 Let's Separate

After He Mingsheng met Wei Qian, he was extremely depressed, and Xingheng was still hurrying to prepare for further studies.

Although the time reserved for He Mingsheng was not long, it was still half a month.

However, He Mingsheng is not in a hurry, but Xingheng still has to rush there. Although Shi Zhuo said that if he has no time, he can go there with He Mingsheng, but Xingheng does not want to accept this favor.

Shi Zhuo took care of him a lot and gave him enough benefits, so no matter how reluctant he is to leave He Mingsheng alone, he can't do whatever he wants like before, and he doesn't want to be a person who pushes his nose and face.

As night fell, He Mingsheng followed Xing Heng to help pack his luggage, without saying a word, the silence was terrifying.

Xingheng didn't speak because he didn't know how to tell He Mingsheng that he was going to work, and he didn't know whether he should ask He Mingsheng if he would consider going there with him.

However, He Mingsheng's silence seemed to be repenting, grieving over the past.

After zipping the suitcase, He Mingsheng's suitcase was not far away. Xingheng glanced there, but He Mingsheng just stared at Xingheng's hand from the beginning to the end.

"elder brother......"

"Starboy..."

Calling each other in unison, Xingheng raised his eyes, He Mingsheng's eyes were full of reluctance, and there was still a trace of entanglement and struggle...

He didn't understand, he didn't understand He Mingsheng's two redundant emotions.No, perhaps "he doesn't want to understand" is a more appropriate description.

"You talk first." Xingheng pushed the suitcase to the corner and sat on the corner of the bed, as if waiting for an announcement.

"Xingzi, we..."

Like a sentence that was extremely difficult to say, He Mingsheng still stood where he was, with his back to Xingheng.

Xingheng raised his eyes, looked back and saw He Mingsheng took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

Finally, he turned around slowly, licked his lips again, and finally said: "How about..." There was another pause, and then he opened his mouth, and there was a moment of silence.

"separate?"

Xingheng said before He Mingsheng could speak again, his tone was aggressive, not as docile as a kitten before.

He Mingsheng was obviously stunned by Xingheng's word "break up", and remained motionless for a while.

"Brother, do you want to abandon me again?" Xingheng said calmly, as if he was just discussing an unimportant matter.

But it was this kind of calm and calm questioning that made He Mingsheng's whole heart hang.

He Mingsheng clenched his tightly clenched hands, pinching his nails in the palm of his hand.

I have to admit that Wei Qian's words were like a thorn in his heart, causing him heartache all the time.

"Brother, think clearly, if I leave this time, I won't come back, and I won't start again." From the beginning to the end, Xing Heng's eyes never moved away from He Mingsheng's body.

He Mingsheng finally looked at Xingheng.

"Xingzi, I'm sick..."

Xingheng's pupils dilated, and he put a little force on his knees, but resisted his gaze from looking at He Mingsheng.

"You already know, don't you?" He Mingsheng exhaled lightly, squatted down slowly, and then slumped on the ground, not as elegant as before.

Yes, Xingheng does know.The current He Mingsheng is so similar to him four years ago, it can even be said to be exactly the same.The tense spirit is like a rubber band stretched to the end, a slight relaxation or force will immediately cross that critical point, and then collapse.

Can not have the slightest stimulation|stimulation.

Ever since He Mingsheng lost control of his emotions in that dilapidated car repair shop last time, Xingheng has paid attention to He Mingsheng intentionally or unintentionally, but that day, he also had a lot of blank emotional time, so he always suspected that it was his problem.

However, after meeting Wei Qian this time, He Mingsheng's condition became more and more obvious. Even though He Mingsheng was already trying his best to control him, but Xingheng was with him day and night, and he was the one on top of his heart, so how could he not notice it.

"Yeah." Xingheng admitted without any concealment, then stared into He Mingsheng's eyes and asked, "So, so you're going to lose me like you did back then?"

"No, I didn't, I didn't, Xingzi, listen to me, I just..." He Mingsheng was a little incoherent when asked.

"You just don't want me anymore." The disappointment and sadness in Xingheng's voice were expressed unabashedly.

"You just don't want me anymore, you just don't want me anymore..." Xingheng kept repeating this sentence.

Seeing this, He Mingsheng got up and wanted to go to Xingheng's side.

But as soon as he made a move, Xingheng stood up first, avoiding He Mingsheng, and then shouted hysterically: "He Mingsheng, you don't fucking want me anymore!"

"Xingzi, no, it's not like this." He Mingsheng got up and knelt down, crawled to Xingheng's legs in an extremely embarrassing manner, took Xingheng's hand and said, "Baby, it's not like this, it's just me, I can't do anything now Take good care of you, I... I will affect you..."

Influence?What can it affect, but two people who are not mentally normal live together, what can it affect?

It's just that the words in his heart were spoken, Xingheng didn't realize what he had done until he saw the face of the opposite person turned pale, but the words had already been spoken, and they were also real.

He Mingsheng's body just about to get up was so limp on the ground, staring at the floor without speaking.

The air seemed to be enchanted, the silence was terrifying, and it was difficult to continue breathing.

The lights outside the window were bright, and even the sirens of cars passing by on the street could be heard clearly. The bedroom was completely dark, only the firelight of the city came in through the window, and there was a touch of cold moonlight.

The people on the ground kept their original postures, and no one moved. They sat in the darkness from the afterglow of the setting sun to the darkness.

"You shouldn't have turned back that day." After all, He Mingsheng still looked at Xing Heng first, with a little regret in his tone.

Xing Heng's eyes moved. When he came out of the dilapidated garage that day, he could have just left, but he received a call from He Meiqi.

Xing Heng was not familiar with He Meiqi, but the lost voice of that person reminded him of that phone call back then, the same voice, different emotions, and the difference between heaven and earth.

He Meiqi asked him why He Mingsheng had to be the one, and why he could let He Mingsheng ignore her, and would rather break his face with her.

Xingheng ignored this question, he was not the Virgin Mary, so he couldn't be that great, but he understood that He Mingsheng could probably find Wei Qian, so he turned back just in case.

If he hadn't received this call, he probably wouldn't have gone back.

But when he saw the knife barrel in He Mingsheng's hand towards Wei Qian, he didn't even have any extra thoughts in his head, the only thing he could do was to pull He Mingsheng over.

Afterwards, he was very grateful to He Meiqi for that phone call.

Borrowing the faint light outside the window, Xingheng smiled: "Shouldn't it?"

"What should be, what should not be?" Xingheng didn't care whether He Mingsheng would answer his words, and continued: "He Mingsheng, tell me, what should not be?"

But even though Xingheng is now waiting for He Mingsheng's answer, this person still doesn't answer a word, just silent.

"He Mingsheng, how could there be so many shoulds and shouldn'ts in this world?" Xing Heng turned his back to the light, his expression was buried in the shadows, but his emotions were very clear: "With a dirty Did I say it’s wrong? Did I say it’s wrong to be abandoned like a shoe? So many things happened in my life that I think shouldn’t happen, did I say it?”

"He Mingsheng, this world is not your home field, so you don't have to do what you want. Everyone lives very hard, why can't we?"

He Mingsheng moved his stiff body, his throat rolled, but he still didn't say a word.

Xingheng's phrase "being abandoned like a shoe" made him feel as if his blood was flowing backwards, his heart seemed to be drained, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Looking at the people on the ground, Xing Heng felt a little ache in his heart. In fact, he understood He Mingsheng's worries and conflicts. What he said was just to take this opportunity to complain about this unfair world once in a while.

Why didn't he want to make himself look so perfect that he could appear next to He Mingsheng, and they would be a couple for the rest of their lives.

Ever since he could remember, he didn't long for the love of his parents so much. In his later life, only Gao An was left, but God treated him kindly, let him meet He Mingsheng, and made him feel that the world is still beautiful. But... as He Mingsheng said, it really shouldn't be like this...

There is no reason to be crazy when one is crazy.

"He Mingsheng." Xingheng called He Mingsheng's name in the dark night, gently but with some determination, "Then let's separate."

Since it is so painful, let's separate.

If you feel that life without me will make your loving heart feel at ease, then I will go.I will continue to love you where no one knows.

With a bang, the fireworks outside the window untimely bloomed into a gorgeous flower.

I don't know if it's some rich man who is proposing again, or some shop is alive and the real estate is on sale. In short, the fireworks are like a rain, dazzling in the sky for almost an hour.

Xingheng only thinks that this fireworks, if it is at the time of confession, it is extremely romantic.But at this moment, it seems to be an announcement of the end of this love.

Although it is also romantic, it makes people feel uncomfortable as if they have been messed up.

He Mingsheng's expression was flickering against the backdrop of the fireworks, but Xingheng could see clearly, the pain crawled up his cheeks, the wrinkles between his brows were like marks, and then he remained silent.

This is the path he chose, so he endured it silently.