"Hello, sir, do you need something to drink?" The beautiful and elegant stewardess bent down and asked the guest who was leaning against the window in a daze.

The guest was wearing a mask and the brim of the baseball cap was pressed low, so he should not fall asleep because he sometimes moved his neck.

"He doesn't need to, give me a glass of water." Zhou Shixun raised his face and smiled at the flight attendant.

When a man smiles, his teeth are neat and white, his eyes are as bright as stars, and his narrow eyes make his expression look focused on you, which can easily cause some misunderstandings.

The flight attendant's face turned slightly red, poured a glass of water and placed it on the pallet in front of Zhou Shixun.

The sky in Jiangcheng has been gray and gloomy due to the change of seasons. The huge cement forest made of steel bars has become smaller and smaller after the plane takes off, and is finally blocked by layers of clouds.

There are still twenty minutes to fly from Beicheng, and the radio starts to display the local specialty tourism and food and famous business centers in Beicheng. After a while, the flight attendant reminded the passengers to lift up the pallet, take off their headphones, and check whether the seat belt is tied properly.

Zhou Shike didn't move until the plane entered the airspace above the North City, and he still didn't react.

This is the end of his six years with Fu Simian?

Even he himself couldn't believe that he would be himself cutting off this relationship with his own hands. He used to say that he would never leave Fu Simian, unless Fu Simian didn't want him anymore.

In fact, Fu Simian didn't want him anymore, and he finally maintained his pitiful self-esteem before Fu Simian left him.

This kind of life-and-death conversation about relationships may indeed not be suitable for him, Zhou Shike.

He is only suitable to be a spoiled young man who is idle and troubled in the northern city and in the old man's territory.

"Cry again?" Zhou Shixun came over and lifted Zhou Shike's hat.

Zhou Shike pressed his hat down and said in a muffled voice: "Not to."

"It's not that, I think you're serious," Zhou Shixun didn't stab Zhou Shike for a few words and he couldn't get over it. "Aren't you very smart? Why did you fall for such a big fall this time? Tell me, if there is no such a bad thing as a contract, are you going to not go home?"

Zhou Shike: "I didn't say I won't go home."

"You were almost sold. Help me. I had difficulty breathing when I thought of this." Zhou Shixun rubbed his face and became serious. "Originally, I must report your affairs in Jiangcheng to my father. At least I have to tell my elder sister, but since you have spoken, I will give you a chance. Don't contact him again in the future. Have you heard?"

The people in the Zhou family are all the same. Although Zhou Shixun seems to be fancy and not serious, he still has his own principles on this issue.

Zhou Shike leaned lazily against the window, as if he had lost his bones, as if someone had pulled away his muscles and bones. "Second brother, I'm a cheap man, but I'm not that cheap yet."

He wasn't so mean enough that he knew that his boyfriend was going to sell him and he licked his face and leaned over.

After getting off the plane, the driver who had been waiting at the exit took the luggage from the two of them. Zhou Shike suddenly stopped and Zhou Shixu turned around and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Shike didn't say anything, took out his cell phone from his jacket pocket, and Zhou Shixu's mouth bent. At this time, it's time to pull out the phone card, right?

"Bang"

Zhou Shike and his cell phone were thrown into the trash can beside him, making a loud noise, which aroused the curious eyes of passers-by.

Zhou Shixun walked over and held Zhou Shike's shoulder and walked forward, "It's indeed my brother. If we can pick it up, we can put it down."

Just like he said.

Beicheng and Jiangcheng are more than 1,000 kilometers apart. Without deliberately creating opportunities, the chances of him and Fu Simian reunion are almost 0.

A man sang a play for six years and ended with a mess. Zhou Shike was like a dog who was stranded, and his future, career and love were all lost in just a few days.

It is thanks to him who is humiliated and also to Fu Simian.

Zhou Shike lowered the window, closed his eyes, and smelled the familiar smell in the air in the North City.

Cypress trees stand on both sides of the road, and branches stretch out toward the sky, poking large areas of sunlight into pieces and then sprinkling onto the road.

It is not like the changing weather in Jiangcheng, nor is it like the rainy weather in Jiangcheng, but it is always like being in the smoke and clouds.

This is Beicheng, his home.

There is no Fu Simian here.

Two aunts stood at the door of Zhou Shike's room, as if they were close to homesickness. One aunt held A Ke's luggage in her hand and looked into the room, "I won't leave this time, right?"

Another aunt replied in a low voice, "That's what Xun Xun said. She rushed into the kitchen and shouted that she would make the dishes that A Ke liked, saying that A Ke would not leave after coming back this time."

"It's better not to leave, it's better not to leave."

As he was talking, Zhou Shike came out of the room. He took the luggage from his aunt and said, "I'll sleep for a while and I'll go downstairs before dinner at night."

The door of the room was closed in front of you.

The two aunts looked at each other, and at the same time they felt something was wrong.

In the past, every time A Ke went home, he rushed to his garage to check his baby car. He may not know yet. Zhou Shixun drove away one of his Maserati and asked foreign racers to modify the club. The rear of the car was knocked out by Zhou Shixun.

Zhou Shike looked at the things in the room. At his home, there were very few things about Fu Simian, but not without them.

He dragged the trash can out from under the table, pulled out a high school Chinese book from the bookshelf, shook, and a photo fell out of it, which was the way Fu Simian, who was secretly photographed by him.

The boy in the photo is elegant and sparse, with a cold and distant expression.

In fact, Fu Simian has always been like this, it’s just that he brought the filter himself.

Zhou Shike pinched a corner of the photo, and then the photo was thrown into the trash can.

Next is the day Fu Simian graduated from school and Zhou Shike photographed the other person in the audience.

The first gift Fu Simian gave him was a joint-branded glass doll, which was very expensive, very expensive, and very limited edition of the doll. Zhou Shike hesitated not because of Fu Simian, but because this doll has been discontinued now and cannot be bought on the market.

After a brief thought, Zhou Shike called out.

"A Ke? Are you looking for me?"

Zhou Shike stroked the clear patterns on the glass, smiled, and said, "I remember, you always wanted the last version of the doll that tilili had left before retreating, I'll give it to you."

"If you don't regret it, you can find time to get it yourself."

"You're back."

Zhou Shike lowered his eyes: "Here I'm back."

"Not leaving?"

"I won't leave."

"Fuck, that's all agreed, no regrets!"

Don't regret it, don't regret it.

After throwing away everything related to Fu Simian, Zhou Shike suddenly felt very tired. He hadn't slept well once in several days. When he got home, his nerves suddenly relaxed and his sleepiness immediately came.

In the past, he felt that he would not be able to survive if he left Fu Simian. It seemed that he would not be able to survive if he really left this day.

Anyone who leaves can live.

Zhou Shike slept until after ten o'clock in the evening, and no one woke him up halfway through.

When he woke up, he heard a faint voice in the living room downstairs.

Looking at the dim room and listening to the voices of the familiar people downstairs, Zhou Shike finally came to his senses for a long time.

He got up and put on a thin sweater to go downstairs to see people. As soon as he opened the door, the sound of opening the door attracted everyone's attention from the bottom of the building.

Zhou Shixun leaned against Yang Xiao's arms and was applying a facial mask.

Zhou Shixuan still habitually read a book in her hand.

Zhou Jiqing was sitting in the main seat playing chess with his second uncle Zhou Jixiang. When he heard the movement upstairs, he glanced at him, "Are you awake?"

Luo Lu was the biggest reaction. She was Zhou Shike's mother. She stood up and trotted upstairs. She hugged Zhou Shike and beat him hard a few times.

"Why don't you die outside? Do you want me to worry about you? Why are you so cruel to say that you won't come back, but you really won't come back?" She had silver threads on her temples. Luo Lu, who is already sixty this year, usually pays great attention to maintenance and will not make her emotions fluctuate. But today, when she heard Zhou Shixun say that the third child is back, she almost fainted.

Zhou Shike patted her back and said with a smile: "I'm not back now."

Luo Lu wiped the tears that were about to come out, and felt that she was still crying in front of the child at such an age. She said angrily: "What did you say at that time? You said you were doing well without us. You are calling you a good life? Why are you so thin? Are you not eating?"

"No, don't eat." It means that there was no appetite during that period.

Luo Lu pulled Zhou Shike downstairs, pressed him on the sofa, and called his aunt to go to the kitchen with her to cook.

Zhou Shike was silent, "You haven't eaten yet."

Zhou Shixuan turned a page of the book, but her eyes didn't raise her eyes, "Ms. Luo doesn't let us eat it, let's eat biscuits and bread first to pad our stomach."

Zhou Shike called out his sister. Zhou Shixuan then glanced at him, and his eyes stayed on Zhou Shike's blue color and the collar of his sweater, which stretched out from the collar of his sweater for a while, and sneered: "Is this the one who can't get along outside, so I'm going home?"

Zhou Shike lowered his head, said nothing, and his eyes were slightly sore.

A tissue was handed over to him, and Zhou Shixuan leaned back to the sofa and closed the book. She was imposing between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Is there any face to cry?" Zhou Shixuan looked at Zhou Shike who was so thin that she was almost pounded, and she was so angry that she was not so angry when she was 23 years old when she was taken to the board of directors as soon as she graduated from college at the age of 23 and was ridiculed by those old people.

Zhou Shixun looked at it and came to smooth things over, "Oh, big sister, A Ke is still young, he is ignorant, he must be thin because he is not suitable for the local environment."

"I'm still young? I'm still young at the age of fifty. Zhou Shixun, if you spoil him, I'll take care of you and I'll clean up with you."

Zhou Shixun had been accused of a long time ago, and he whispered, "Then you have to deal with yourself."

Zhou Shixuan: “…”

At this time, Zhou Jiqing coughed twice and spoke.

"Okay, okay, I'll make arguing when I come back. I've been arguing since I was a child, and it's never finished, right? I'll make arguing again and wait for three sticks to be made."

Zhou Shixun handed Zhou Shike a pack of potato chips, "Mom won't let us call you, saying that you will wake up naturally when you sleep until you wake up, and then have dinner together. Sister, she is too hungry, she is crazy, so she is like this."
To be continued...