Xu Xilin's driver's license spread outside was missing. Dou Xun caught a glimpse of it and couldn't help but ask more questions.

"Put it away if you don't take the order." Xu Xilin said, helping Dou Xun to tuck the hem of his coat, who was fastening his seat belt, and winked at him, "I won't let anyone else sit in my seat anymore."

Dou Xun was stunned for a moment when he saw Xu Xilin holding the back seat of the passenger car with his hand, turning around and reversing the car skillfully as if to wrap the person sitting in the passenger seat in his arms, without speaking clearly - "

I won’t sit for others anymore." Should there be a sentence starting with "Only for others"?

But Xu Xilin flirted with him but didn't say anything.

Dou Xun's sluggish nerves finally came to his senses in the ambiguous air, and he looked at Xu Xilin with a strange look. The person who disturbed his sleep in his dream the night before seemed to be teasing him!

It's a bit of a strange experience.

At this time, the mobile phone in Xu Xilin's pocket was ringing again. Mr. Xu was busy with many things, and he didn't know which number he had called since he woke up this morning.

Xu Xilin didn't even look at it. He clasped the phone, turned off the ringer, and threw it directly into the back seat of the car.

Dou Xun said: "Don't worry, what if something happens? You are busy with your business, don't worry about me."

Xu Xilin said with a half-smile: "No, I don't have anything more important."

Dou Xun: "..."

It doesn’t seem like that’s what Xu Xilin meant!

Dou Xun's overall plan was disrupted again. He sat expressionlessly in the car that was moving smoothly. He wanted to simply pounce on it, but he was so excited that he changed his sitting position several times.

It is very simple for young people to be together, and they can mess up at that time, not to mention the complicated life that adults need to adjust to each other. When Xu Xilin tried to turn over the past and start over, Dou Xun felt silently in his heart.

A long list - full of issues left over from the two of their previous histories.

When Dou Xun was in the most pain and couldn't let go of old feelings, he went to see a counselor. The counselor was a chubby old lady with a kind face. After listening to his stumbling memories, hatred and still strong love, she asked him: "You said a lot

How you feel, but do you know how the other person feels?"

"Relationship is not about achievements or career. It is not something that you just bite the bullet and work hard to get results. It is the result of the interaction between two people. If you are absorbed in it, no matter how deep the relationship is, it will inevitably be passive.

Because the relationship between people, whether they are lovers, relatives, or even classmates, colleagues, or partners, is a relationship of need and need, but some are spiritual needs and some are material needs - the more you care

The other party’s feelings may seem like they have given more, but in fact the stronger the initiative, the less uneasiness and anxiety.”

Dou Xun sighed slowly. After so many years of separation, he didn't dare to expect that Xu Xilin still had any feelings for him that he couldn't let go of. The other person might just be vacant and idle. This was all a natural reaction to meeting an old lover.

That's it. When Grandma Xu passed away, Xu Xilin sent him an email in the middle of the night, but never received a reply... Dou Xun didn't know how deep the grudge was in Xu Xilin's heart. Anyway, he judged others by himself, and felt that if he changed places,

I'm afraid I'll feel like it's stuck in my throat for the rest of my life.

So going out with Xu Xilin was a painful and happy torture for Dou Xun.

Xu Xilin has been struggling against the wind for many years, and he seems to be very proud of himself. In fact, the suffering he suffered does not match the good results he has achieved. Except for Song Lianyuan, who was also in trouble, anyone around him during those years who knew both coldness and heat would not give him a bloody head.

Go down that road smoothly.

However, there is one destiny, two luck, and three feng shui, and it is meaningless to talk about the past now.

Xu Xilin gradually cultivated an indestructible face. He was a person who was full of foolishness in his heart and never showed timidity on the surface. From Dou Xun's point of view, he had the ability to take care of people with ease, and he knew it very well.

Advances and retreats are too measured, sometimes giving people the vague illusion of being touched by his palms, but they are also careful not to make people feel pressured.

If Dou Xun had met Xu Xilin on the first day, he probably wouldn't have felt the slightest bit uncomfortable, and he might have been coaxed into confusion by him.

Unfortunately not.

He had seen Xu Xilin when he was timid, depressed, acting coquettishly, and even furious. He knew in his heart that these were all deceptions, and instead of being untouched, he felt a little anxious.

The first time Gao Lan came into contact with Xu Xilin, she felt that this young man was like a sweet playboy, like a piece of dessert that was full of color, flavor and taste. It looked so beautiful, but one bite might make him gain ten pounds.

Not as good as whole-wheat black-faced Song Lianyuan who eats more solidly.

What's more, it's Dou Xun.

Fortunately, Dou Xun has been settling down for many years. Although the essence is that a dog cannot change his eating/pooping, on the surface he can at least suppress it and control his own rhythm, so that no one can tell the clues.

The date didn't go through, because Xu Xilin had been traveling non-stop since the year before, and had been abnormally excited for several days when he came back. It was almost midnight when he got home from Lao Cheng's house the night before, and he searched online for half the night.

Rent and route - Dou Xunpai's stimulant was too strong, and just after noon, Xu Xilin, who had a long standby time, ran out of power.

At that time, the two of them happened to meet a rental agency that was celebrating the Chinese New Year. The agent was holding a picture album and introducing it to Dou Xun. He wanted to show him everyone. Halfway through the talk, Dou Xun accidentally glanced at Xu Xilin and noticed that he

He was holding his head with one hand, maintaining a deep sitting posture like a thinker, and had fallen asleep on the small sofa next to him.

Agent: "The advantage of this apartment I just told you is..."

Dou Xun suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him.

Dou Xun stood up gently and put his coat on Xu Xilin. Only then did the young man from the agency realize that the gentleman was asleep - he was sleeping in an upright posture, and he was also a master of martial arts.

When Xu Xilin woke up, Dou Xun had finished talking to the agent and was looking through the rental contract.

Xu Xilin moved slightly, and the clothes he was wearing fell off. He caught it, held the coat in his arms, and smiled vaguely at Dou Xun.

At that moment, Dou Xun had a strange feeling, as if all the missed years and wasted time were all a dream.

When he woke up in the afternoon, the young man he loved deeply had not gone far, nor was he stained by the world of mortals. His appearance was as soft as his heart. He was right next to him, lazily getting out of the quilt, scratching at random with his eyes closed.

Take his hand and rub it...

The words "Let's start over" neatly lined up on the tip of Dou Xun's tongue.

This time I will not force you anymore, I will not greedily seek a sense of security from you, and I will not do anything that makes you unhappy in front of others.

This time it's me who lets you go, apologizes, and knocks on your door.

This time I would rather swallow my tongue and never mention separation and breakup again...

At this time, Xu Xilin woke up from his nap, stretched out, and his stiff body made a "crack" sound. He felt very sorry and walked over and returned the coat to Dou Xun, laughing at himself: "I can fall asleep sitting down, look.

I am getting old..."

Dou Xun looked at him deeply.

Xu Xilin lowered his head and looked at himself from beginning to end, touched his hair, raised his eyebrows very coquettishly, and showed a somewhat meaningful smile: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Dou Xun: "..."

Someone just woke up and thought of seducing him again.

Dou Xun was shuddered by his deliberately lowered voice, and at the same time he forcefully swallowed the longing in his heart.

"This is not the time," Dou Xun restrained himself in his heart, "Wait a minute, there is still time, don't be impatient."

Then he booked a room and asked Xu Xilin to drive him back to the "Grandpa" flower shop on the pretext that he was tired, without any explanation he wanted to drive Xu Xilin back to rest.

Xu Xilin refused to leave: "When I leave, you will eat leftovers at night, and my son..."

Dou Xun stretched out a finger and swept it under his eyes vaguely.

Xu Xilin's steps suddenly stopped and he took a breath.

Dou Xun didn't touch him, but people's facial nerves are so sensitive that they would make up for it on their own if they didn't touch him. Dou Xun said calmly: "Go back and look in the mirror. If you're so tired, don't do it."

Xu Xilin didn't say anything, and just left obediently. Dou Xun kept watching him drive away from the window, and then he touched the gray parrot's head. The parrot had not yet served its sentence and was not interested in fighting, so he touched it.

Listlessly, he turned back to bite his toy.

There was no joy on Dou Xun's face. He remembered that Grandma Xu died on the fifth day of the first lunar month. It was her death anniversary soon. Dou Xun didn't know how Xu Xilin would tell him about this.

On the third day of the first lunar month, Xu Xilin came to report on time. During the period, he had nothing to do and made a new plan for the old and half-dead flower shop. He asked him to change the nondescript name of "Grandpa" and adopt a literary and affectionate route.

Lao Cheng was too lazy to talk to him: "I am a kebab seller and I don't know what literature and art are."

Xu Xilin criticized the plastic paper and ribbon packaging of the gift flowers in his store: "I really can't stand it."

As he spoke, he took down the bouquet that Lao Cheng had placed as a sample and dismantled it. He seriously picked out every flower in it and compared it. After a lot of fighting, he finally left one flower and carefully trimmed it with small scissors.

, sprayed fresh water on it, turned his hand and inserted it into Dou Xun's collar, then gently pulled a petal from it, took a gift card with a wood texture from the table, clamped it, and put it into the chest of his vest.

In a small pocket.

"This kind is a prop used by the village committee when welcoming cultural performances to the countryside." Xu Xilin pointed to the messy mess on the table without looking at Dou Xun. He seriously educated the stunned Lao Cheng and said, "This kind of thing comes from the bottom of my heart.

The petals plucked from the flower are pressed and processed into specimens - the now popular 'eternal flowers' - which are sealed and inlaid, which is called the 'literary and affectionate' route."

Lao Cheng was completely shocked by his shamelessness.

Cai Jing looked at the flower on Dou Xun's chest, a humanoid prop, and then at Xu Xilin, who was walking away as if nothing had happened. He always felt that something was wrong here.

On the fourth day of the first lunar month, Dou Xun wanted to move. Xu Xilin arrived earlier than him and worked hard to help him move for a day. On the way, Xu Xilin went out for a while, and Dou Xun thought his company had something to deal with.

As a result, two hours later, Xu Xilin came back again. From curtains and new sheets and quilts to still life portraits and rotatable racks hanging in the living room... everything was arranged for him, down to the smallest detail, and he directed the installation workers like a whirlwind.

After installing the clothes, he threw the keys to the hourly worker to clean up and took Dou Xun out for dinner.

In the evening, Xu Xilin took a photo of Dou Xun's house number, shook his phone at him, and went back to the flower shop to pick up his son.

The flower he pinned to Dou Xun the day before was a little curled up. Dou found a small vase and filled it with water. He wanted to keep it for two days, but the flower branch was destroyed by Xu Xilin's cruel hands. It was full of beauty for a while, but now the flower stem is too short to absorb water.

, but it still withered unstoppably.

Dou Xun thought: "He didn't mention anything to me about tomorrow after all."

The fifth day of the lunar month was the anniversary of his grandmother's death. Xu Xilin carefully avoided this topic with Dou Xun. This was something he didn't want to mention to Dou Xun at this stage. Some of the rice was not cooked once and the taste would always be wrong if it was cooked again. Although Xu Xilin

I really want to overturn everything and start over, but intellectually I know that is impossible, so I have to look forward as much as possible.
To be continued...