When Yu You walked slowly to Xu Baiqing, he immediately felt a strange oppression, and the person in front of him was obviously not as close as he was when he looked at it from a distance.

However, since Song Chinese New Year's Eve asked him to help, Yu You still did not bow his head to do it.

Xu Baiqing stared at him, staring all the time, from the moment he first approached Song Chinese New Year's Eve - Song Chinese New Year's Eve was relaxed in front of him.

It's always a little uncomfortable.

And he naturally knew that the lunch box and orange juice in the hands of this young-looking boy were given to him by Song Chinese New Year's Eve.

It seems that it was transferred to himself.

"Hello, call me on Chinese New Year's Eve, give this to you." Yu You said.

Xu Baiqing didn't say a word, but raised his hand to take it.

He dropped coldly: "Thank you."

Then he took his eyes off Yu You.

Yu You breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back, as if his breathing was much easier.

He thought that this man turned out to be the ex-boyfriend of Chinese New Year's Eve... Compared to myself, I am too weak.

Even standing in front of him was a little ashamed of himself, no wonder Song Chinese New Year's Eve didn't even bother to tie up with himself.

He thought wildly and retreated to a corner, but Xu Baiqing stared at the glass of orange juice for a long time.

He suddenly remembered the bar one night, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve seemed to say to him in his ear: drink it.

Drink it.

- At that time, my person was like you and this glass of orange juice.

- You don't like me, but you want to keep me by your side and end up drinking it...

- Me too, I don't really want to make that glass of orange juice, there's no freedom at all...

- He pretended to be good, I didn't know he didn't like me...

- I just said I liked it, and I believed it, I was really obedient in the cup...

Xu Baiqing felt that he had synesthesia for a moment, he was sitting in the cup, he was the cup of orange juice, sour and sweet, waiting for an unworthy person, begging, deceived, obedient, imprisoned.

He thought he had forgotten, but he didn't expect that just by seeing it, he could clearly remember every word Song Chinese New Year's Eve said to himself that night, that was the night when he disappointed Chinese New Year's Eve for the first time, and from then on, he was wrong again and again.

The farther and farther you go.

The only difference is probably that Song Chinese New Year's Eve is too honest, she doesn't disdain to lie to him, she doesn't disdain to lie to herself, she doesn't like him, she just doesn't like him, even if she likes it, she is very decisive, and when she rows the Han boundary of the Chu River, she is not ambiguous at all, and she is neat and sonorous, telling him to go.

That's what my mother said to my father... But her mother is still married to her father, even if she doesn't love her, she still belongs to the man who loves her deeply, and belongs to his paranoid and ruthless father.

Or was it got by my father, wasn't it?

It's just that his father was too careless, and he didn't detect the signs of the disease in time, so that his mother disappeared from his life early.

Xu Baiqing pinched the cup.

He is not him, and Chinese New Year's Eve will not be a mother.

The eyes staring at the orange juice are full of obsession and the madness that is bound to win.

Xu Baiqing drank it in one gulp, the sweet and sour liquid had a lot of stimulation on the tongue, and there was a vague spicy feeling, perhaps from his psychological effect, constantly pressing the root of the tongue to flow in, flow into the esophagus, and flow into the body.

Is he thirsty?

Yu You looked at him from the side, and in his eyes, all he saw was a calm man who was silent for a while holding his cup, and then drank it all in one go.