How to Deal with a Tsundere Gong

Once there was a prince who cried whenever he heard any bad news: "It's terrible, if it falls on my head, I will not be able to bear it." So many times, one day the suffering really came On his head, he realized that the sufferings of this world would be suffered by anyone, and they could all be suffered.

Xu Baichuan is like that prince.

In the past seven years, he was scared countless times after leaving Tang Jin-he would feel that his life was hollowed out, he would miss, he would collapse and repeat the same mistakes, so he dismissed his thoughts again and again. It wasn't until he really left that he discovered that many unforgettable fears were simply repeated self-suggestions and self-intimidation.

Xu Baichuan perfected his mental preparations little by little in the imagination again and again, not so much that he was determined to leave, but rather that he slowly accepted that he needed to leave.

In these three months, he often remembered Tang Jin. The taunted teenager in high school was added with layers of filters, which were softer memories and regrets than cold pain.

The person in the memory instantly shuttled time into a cold man sitting on the sofa. The cold wind blew his fingers cold, his joints were like gears lacking oil, and he was rigid and stiff. Only the fingers in contact with the edge of the phone caused a slight pain-like feeling due to the increasing pressure.

Xu Baichuan walked up again, he took out the card in his pocket and swiped into the community. He frowned, remembering the stumble footsteps he had just heard. In private, he wanted to persuade Tang Jin, after all, they had lived together for seven years, and their lover could not be at most old and dead. They couldn't count his hopeless love as Tang Jin's fault, hoping that people were unlucky. He said, "Call the driver when drunk, or let Song Yanyu ask them to pick you up. It's no use calling me. And ..."

He originally wanted to say not to call again, but it was useless to talk. As long as Tang Jin wanted to call, he couldn't stop it, so he stopped here and hung up the phone.

Less than ten meters from the glass door in Block B, Xu Baichuan put two hands that were about to freeze and stiffen into the pocket and walked in quickly.

Xu Baichuan made a soup for himself and finished his meal while watching a movie. He lay down on the bed and wanted to finish the rest. He unknowingly fell off his phone and fell asleep. At one o'clock in the morning, he was awakened by a sudden sound of music, and the room was dark. He quickly found the sound source and found the muffled mobile phone in the quilt.

He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. The soft light suddenly filled the bedroom, and the caller was a strange number. The first reaction was that Tang Jin was still in the bar and was drunk and making phone calls. However, he called up the comparison number of the call record at night, which was not the same. He couldn't help but wonder if someone had bought a "call to death" service, and called at night. The phone disturbed him.

Take this last time. If it was really tricked, even the heaven and earth would have to scoop out this grandson who would not let people sleep.

Xu Baichuan answered the phone, but never expected Song Yuyu to be across from him.

Without any courtesy, Song Yanyu split his head and covered his face: "Tang Jin is hospitalized, you can come and see."

Not like an inquiry, more like Eun Jun. When Xu Baichuan heard Tang Jin's hospitalization, he wanted to ask it in detail, but he dismissed his thoughts when he noticed Song Yuyu's tone. He wanted to see that Tang Jin didn't need Song Yuyu's permission, let alone he didn't want to go.

There was a hint of cool air in the gap between the curtains, and it was quickly wrapped in the warmth of the room. Xu Baichuan glanced at the time, approaching two o'clock at 1:57 in the morning, and refused: "It's too late, I won't pass Now. "

Obviously, Song Yuyu would not say that he would refuse. After a short pause, he said again: "Why don't you ask?"

Xu Baichuan said: "It should not be very serious, otherwise you would not be so calm."

There was no sound over the phone for a long time, and the screen went dark. It turned out that the young man Song had hung up.

Xu Baichuan said he was sick. He has no intention of falling asleep, but fortunately it will be Saturday, otherwise he won't be able to get up at work.

When he woke up, he felt that the cold air outside the window was enough today. He put on his slippers, got out of bed, walked to the window, pulled the curtains open, and his eyes became white.

It turned out to be snow.

Xu Baichuan is a northerner. It's already commonplace to snow. Snow is nothing unusual here, so when he was young, he was not able to read the scene in a literary text written by a Taiwanese author who saw the floating snow and couldn't wait to celebrate it. Really, he is more afraid of cold, but he doesn't like snow.

I opened the window and saw a couple of men and women coming downstairs. I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and I was busy making snowmen. Xu Baichuan lamented how young and stupid she was, and at the same time she gave some kind of affection to the snow, like friends and relatives from the north came to see him.

Xu Baichuan was happy: It was not the New Year and the New Year. It was weird to run this trip. I can't ask you to come in for a cup of hot tea. Then, let me drink it for you.

He pretended to be false, and quickly drew all the windows and curtains, turned to embrace the warm air-conditioned room, went out of the bedroom to the kitchen to boil water, and brushed the club tube by the way. The night shift lady was in a group with a group of night owls to discuss the snowing intensely. The electric kettle made a sound of water rolling and bubbling. He had not read more than 300 messages, and the phone screen suddenly jumped to the call interface.

0472, Song Yuyu again.

He hung up without hesitation. After reading the chat history, he looked at the circle of friends boringly. The latest one is from Luo Junyu. The picture is a chicken that runs too fast and causes a ghost in the background.

"Don't stop anyone in the book, I'm going out to make a snowman!"

Alas, I did not expect that people who are bright and bright in the back have never seen snow in their backs, and there are no cats.

Perhaps the snowman downstairs had a Luo Junyu.

At this moment, a text message came out unexpectedly: [Tang Jin stomach bleeding is hospitalized, now refusing infusion, can you come over? 】

Gastric bleeding? Xu Baichuan froze.

Song Yuyu's phone number then called. This time he did not hang up and asked after answering: "What's going on?"

Song Yuyu said: "The doctor said he was drinking too much."

Tang Jin was at the bar when he called him last night. Has he been drinking till now?

Song Yuyu said, "Can you come over?" The tone was stiff and it should be unsuitable to ask others.

If he agreed for a moment, he would rush out of his mouth. Fortunately, he set his position in time, Xu Baichuan said, "No. I have nothing to do with him. With you, I believe you can take good care of him. "

Song Yanyu finally lost his breath, and her voice became higher: "Did you not hear him refuse to accept the infusion?"

Xu Baichuan said: "I'm not a doctor and I can't help him. He refuses to infusion. Is it true if I go to him?"

Song Yanyu: "..."

Xu Baichuan continued: "Besides, I am in City H and you are in City B. I do n’t know if there are any flights, even if there are-"

Song Yuyu said: "Such snow will not be there."

Xu Baichuan stopped suddenly, how did Song Yuyu know that it was snowing heavily in H City?

The next second, I only listened to Song Yuyu: "We are in H City."