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Chapter 11

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    It has been three full days since Meng Su invited me to join the group.

    I¡¯ve been a little afraid of Meng Su lately. Whether we¡¯re having dinner together or reading in the lounge, I try to avoid him.  Even Xiaobai could see the clues to this kind of avoidance.  But he was very lazy these days and didn't talk much, so he didn't ask me.

    The reason why I am afraid of Meng Su is because of what he said to me in the conference room last time - to be precise, it was his last sentence.

    I always thought that to these colleagues in Group A, I was just a stranger who landed in the air.  They don't know my past, just like my colleagues at University C.

    But I was wrong.

    People are always like this. Some shameful things may not be taken seriously when seen by outsiders.  But if an acquaintance knew about it, they would be eager to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

    And I don¡¯t have any cracks in the ground to drill through.

    I know very well that among most people who have been with me at R University, the first label when talking about me is not a genius, but a homosexual.

    Yes, gay.

    Homosexuality itself is not a shameful thing. What is shameful is that the person I was gay with turned his back on me.

    The most tragic love in the world is not separated by external forces.  Even if it's a cliff?  It can also be supported by two people.  The real tragedy is that one of the two people suddenly let go, and the other person fell off the cliff and was doomed.

    Therefore, Romeo and Juliet are tragedies, and Du Shiniang's anger in sinking the treasure chest is also a tragedy.  It's just that the former makes people sad, and the latter makes me despair.

    ¡°If Li Zhurong hadn¡¯t let go back then, then what surrounded the two of us would have been just rumors.  And he let go, so I became a joke.

    What I¡¯m afraid of is not that Meng Su will hear those rumors, but that he will think I am a joke-

    On the fourth day of hiding from Meng Su, I met Li Zhurong.

    This time he said hello before showing up.

    He said: Xu Xu, go to the school gate.  I asked Yuan Hai to pick you up.

    I was reading an old detective novel at the time, and I told him very clearly: "I don't want to go."

    To this, his answer was: "Go to the school gate and wait. Yuan Hai will be there in ten minutes."

    I was not surprised to hear this answer.

    He has always been this kind of person, and I know very well what kind of person he is.

    What I said was "I don't want to go", not "I won't go". I just told him that I didn't want to go.

    It has never been up to me to decide whether to go or not.

    ¡°If I didn¡¯t go to the school gate and found a place to hide like last time, he would probably let Yuan Hai search R University and find me out.  The result is that nothing will change, and it will probably cause a public outburst and cause a loss of face.

    This is not a joke, it is his style.  In his heart, others may have no face at all.

    I will always remember that when I was in C City Hospital, I had a high fever. The nurse in the hospital was a former student of Youqi. She recognized me. I tried my best to avoid letting her see my relationship with Li Zhurong. In the end, I was still going to the toilet.  At that time, I heard the nursing staff in the cubicle on the left discussing, saying that I used to be a teacher, but now I was raised like a duck.

    I know that Chen Ke did this.

    But who brought Chen Ke to my side and allowed him to do all this?

    Just because I don¡¯t talk about some things doesn¡¯t mean I don¡¯t know them.  Just because I don't say something doesn't mean I don't care.

    ¡°It¡¯s just these things that I will never tell Li Zhurong.

    Because he doesn¡¯t know how to listen and he doesn¡¯t understand-

    When I met Yuan Hai, he was still a high school student. His mother ran away when he was young, and his father was a bad gambler.  At that time, he owed gambling debts and lost his tuition fees.  He robbed an office worker in an alley with a dagger. The person who was robbed was an office worker. He probably had something important in his bag. He chased him all the way. He ran into a busy road in a hurry and bumped into Li Zhurong's car.  .

    I remember it was already November, and it was snowing heavily in Beijing. He was wearing a pair of sandals that were a little larger than his feet. One of the slippers flew out on the sidewalk, and his feet turned purple from the cold.

    What I remember most is that while passers-by were watching, he still fiercely grabbed the office worker's bag. His eyes were punched, and the whole eyeballs were bloodshot and red.

    I asked for love from Li Zhurong.

    He is only fifteen years old, thin and pale, and wears thin clothes., you also know that he will not be cruel to you, that's why you dare to say that kind of thing, why not be more tolerant to him?  "

    I was sitting in the back seat of the car and suddenly felt a little depressed.

    I said: "Yuan Hai, you don't understand."

    ¡°You don¡¯t understand, the person in this world who is least qualified to talk to me about tolerance is Li Zhurong.  If he had even the slightest bit of tolerance, he would not have dug me out of City C and planted me in University R after nearly ten years, just so that I could follow his orders.

    You also don¡¯t understand the terrible power that time has.

    The boy I liked back then has grown into a wolf-like young man.  The love I had back then has been shattered to pieces.

    I still remember that one day ten years ago, when Li Zhurong and I were talking at the gate of R, Anita Mui¡¯s "Love You Thousands of Times in My Life" was playing on the school radio.

    And now, even the person who sang this song is dead.

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    The age bug hasn¡¯t been fixed yet, I need to think about it.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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