On the last night of that year, they went to Jingci Temple to listen to the bells and celebrate the New Year's Eve as planned.

Nanping Wanzhong and Leifeng Pagoda were crowded with people. A large number of assisted police were dispatched in the city to maintain public order. In order not to be dispersed, Du Jing held Zhou Luoyang's hand.

"Who did you spend the New Year's Eve last year with?" Du Jing moved with the crowd and looked back at Zhou Luoyang from time to time.

Zhou Luoyang replied: "Huizhou, go with your girlfriend."

"Are you still together now?" Du Jing asked.

Zhou Luoyang explained: "I broke up in the beginning of spring and she went abroad to go to school. That night, I wanted to stay in a hotel, but the hotel was full, so I could only send her home. Where are you?"

Zhou Luoyang's ancestral home is Wan City. Later, by chance, he lived in Huizhou for a long time. Then, due to his father's business, he came to Jiangnan again and was trained to become a southerner.

Du Jing said: "I am alone in Times Square."

Zhou Luoyang talked about several classes in high school, but without exception, nothing happened. He liked it very much when he liked it, and he adapted quickly after breaking up.

"At this time next year, maybe someone else will come with you." Du Jing went to queue up to buy hot coffee and rang the bell with Zhou Luoyang and others. There were couples around, and many single young people came out together. For some reason, the scene was always interesting and natural for girls to get together.

When a boy and boy come out for the New Year, there is a deep hatred of a single dog.

Zhou Luoyang said seriously: "No, if you don't mind being a light bulb, I will call you wherever you go. And maybe I'll be a light bulb?"

He really likes Du Jing very much, not saying that Zhou Luoyang has a habit. If no one asks him to take care of him, he will feel uncomfortable all over and always wonder whether he should follow someone behind him. From this point of view, he feels that he has a certain chauvinistic idea.

Du Jing replied: "The doctor does not recommend me to fall in love. Falling in love will cause stress, aggravate the condition, and harm others and yourself."

"But if you really fall in love with it, you can't do anything right?" Zhou Luoyang said.

Du Jing nodded, the hot coffee was gone, and only bought one cup, Du Jing handed it to Zhou Luoyang and asked him to warm his hands. Zhou Luoyang handed it to him, and Du Jing drank a little with his hand.

"You can only rely on reason, control yourself, and try to stay away as far as possible." Du Jing said.

They found a place with a good view to sit down, away from the noisy crowd. Jingci Temple, Leifeng Pagoda and the shore of West Lake were all turned on colorfully, reflecting the bustling and prosperous Hangzhou in the cold night.

"Did you always want to ask how the wound on my face came about?"

Zhou Luoyang was still in a daze. He felt that Du Jing tonight was different from the past. Both of them felt relaxed to talk about things.

"Actually, it's really handsome," said Zhou Luoyang. "Isn't it praising you, I really think it's very good in my aesthetics. Is it because of a fight?"

Du Jing shook his head and said, "No, the reason is not cool at all. I have been tortured by this disease for a long time since I was diagnosed with the condition at the age of six. During puberty, bipolar often manifests as depression attacks, specifically manifested as sudden and wanting to cry without warning, and sometimes even wanting to die for no reason."

"When I was seventeen years old, many classmates were in love in high school. The doctor strongly advised me not to talk, control myself, try not to like anyone, and talk about it after I have passed puberty."

"I don't know why, one day when I saw a couple in school, I thought that I would suffer for many years like this. I decided to end all this..."

Zhou Luoyang did not interrupt Du Jing's self-report, looked up at the sky, and the stars shined.

"...So I drove to a cliff on the mountain on the evening of my birthday." Du Jing murmured, "I told myself that if I stepped on the accelerator and drove to the cliff twenty meters away opposite, this is God's will, and I will continue to live."

Zhou Luoyang: “…”

"If I fall into the deep valley with my people and cars, I will be completely relieved."

Even though Du Jing was sitting next to Zhou Luoyang now, he couldn't help but feel sweaty when he listened to this story.

"Later you left this scar." Zhou Luoyang said.

Du Jing said: "Yes, the moment I flew out, it felt very strange, like there was a soul... a real, fantasy soul of my lover leaned on my chest and approached my heart. After falling down the deep valley, the people passing by found me, called 911, and sent me to the hospital. When I was unconscious, I kept calling my name. When I woke up, I had more than seventy needles in the hospital and lay down for another three months. But because I was young, my health was very good."

Zhou Luoyang thought to himself that it was a miracle that he had not broken his spine and paraplegia at a high position. He dared not think about what the consequences would be if Du Jing was paralyzed. That was the real way to survive and die.

"Although that's wrong..." Zhou Luoyang thought for a long time, and he began to doubt whether his three views were deviated by Du Jing, but at this moment, he decided to tell the truth.

"But you are really cool," said Zhou Luoyang, "it's cooler than I thought."

Just like a meteor, it is a plot that only appears in the movie when it comes to the dark sky.

Zhou Luoyang has been thinking about Du Jing, his illness, and his Weibo account. At first he thought that the Weibo account that no one knew was just a private place where Du Jing talked to himself, wrote a diary, and vented his emotions. But is that really the case?

Later, he gradually thought that this was Du Jing's request for help. After all, with a purely private idea, he could completely see all the content to himself and would not be seen by others. Posting it means that he still hopes, or fantasizes about someone who can see it, and hopes that someone will come to help him.

It’s just that Du Jing himself didn’t realize his true thoughts.

"You have to formally agree to me," said Zhou Luoyang. "You can't do this kind of thing alone without saying a word, because we are already friends."

Du Jing: "Okay."

Zhou Luoyang explained: "It's not that you want to force yourself to live with a smile. If one day your condition is so serious that it is irreversible, and even living is painful. I won't force you to stay, I will respect your choice."

Du Jing did not answer.

Zhou Luoyang said: "At least, we must have a serious and polite farewell."

Du Jing held the coffee cup in his left hand and raised his right hand wearing gloves. Zhou Luoyang understood and raised his left hand. The two sat side by side and high-fives.

He knew that Du Jing had agreed to him.

The countdown ended, and the new year came. They did not cheer with the crowd, but just stood up.

Zhou Luoyang opened his arms towards Du Jing and said, "Happy New Year, I'm one year older. Come and hug me?"

Du Jing hugged Zhou Luoyang, and in the cold wind, the two hugged each other.

After they returned to the dormitory that night, Du Jing still didn't say much. However, because of the series of things that happened this day, they really crossed the obstacle that had always been. The atmosphere in the dormitory became different, no longer as polite and harmonious as before, and seemed natural and relaxed.

Zhou Luoyang felt an atmosphere that he had lost for a long time, both familiar and strange, which was the aura called "home".

The little Christmas tree bought by Du Jing was flashing with colorful lights, reflecting the little turtle sleeping in the thermostat.

"You can push your bed over and get together." Zhou Luoyang suggested.

Du Jingzai didn't take off her clothes or change her shoes, and when she came in, she lay on the bed and looked at her phone. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhou Luoyang, then stood up silently after a moment, bowed and pushed the single bed over, and leaned against Zhou Luoyang's bed.

"Oh--" Zhou Luoyang said, "The bed has become bigger, it's more comfortable to sleep!"

Although he didn't know how to treat Du Jing's insomnia, whether to "sleep in the same bed" or "sleep in the same mattress", it was not surprising that the boys' dormitory was placed like this. He occasionally saw that in the waterfall building, graduate students from other dormitories also brought the beds together. On the one hand, the dormitory space utilization rate became higher, the aisle was more spacious, and some appliances could be placed; on the other hand, the bed became larger.

Most graduate students are in love and are used to renting a house to live in. Those who stay in bed like this. Occasionally, when people who stay in bed come back, the two of them slept in the bed together as if they were sleeping in the bed.

That night, Zhou Luoyang unconsciously occupied most of the bed, but Du Jing was very careful not to disturb Zhou Luoyang and consciously slept beside the bed. However, when he woke up on the first day of the New Year, Zhou Luoyang was already asleep unconsciously and hugged Du Jing from behind.

Just like on the high-speed rail from Wan City to Hangzhou that night, Du Jing hugged Zhou Luoyang tightly from behind.

He still remembers that it was still snowing in Hangzhou on the first day of the New Year. The moment he woke up, he immediately pushed Du Jing, washed up quickly, grabbed the camera and ran out to take pictures of the snow scene of West Lake.

"Get up and change the tickets!"

As soon as the door opened, the flight attendant looked at Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing who were huddling in the lower bunk. His first reaction was to look up at the upper bunk and check if there were more people living there. Zhou Luoyang turned over and squeezed Du Jing outside the bunk. Du Jing was in a hurry and knocked down the trash can. When he got up, his head knocked down on the small table again.

Three people: "…"

Zhou Luoyang found the sign from Du Jingxi's pocket on the wall and handed it to the flight attendant. It seemed that in an instant, both of them heard the inner monologue of the flight attendant when he left, "It's homosexual again, why are there so many homosexuals these days?"

The two were sleepy, Du Jing sat on the sofa, and before she woke up, Lisa Ono's "When will come again" was put on the high-speed train. It was dawn and the car had just arrived at the station, and the whole city in Hangzhou had not woken up.

"When will you come again after leaving tonight..." Zhou Luoyang finished washing up and looked down at Du Jing's trousers. Fortunately, nothing happened as he imagined.

“What to do next?”

Du Jing: "You should not rush to return to Wan City when eating, filling your stomach, and doing business."

Zhou Luoyang began to reply to Le Yao’s news last night. Looking at the photos he sent, he replied: “No hurry, I’m just afraid that Le Yao will suddenly need to deliver something.”

Du Jing: "If you have something to ask my assistant to go, I asked him to send the things to your house yesterday."

"He doesn't have a key," said Zhou Luoyang, "How to send it? Is it thrown at the door of my house?"

Du Jing: "My subordinates want to enter a private house, but they still need the key? You underestimate Boss Du too much."

Zhou Luoyang: “…”

"I also asked him to clean your house by the way." Du Jing said again.

Zhou Luoyang: “…………………”

Du Jing called a car, took them to the in77 Commercial Plaza, and sent several messages during this period. After a mobile service provider opened, the supervisor came out to receive them, took them to the office, took out the phone card, and installed the card for Du Jing. Du Jing exchanged Wu Xingping's mobile phone with a local card in Hangzhou.

When I arrived at the Western Restaurant of Dexin Hotel, Du Jing registered a new WeChat account.

"Wait for a while," Du Jing fiddled with his cell phone and said to Zhou Luoyang without raising his head, "After doing what he has done, go and have a walk."

Zhou Luoyang: "I have been shopping for so many years, what else can I do? I don't have to worry about my case. I work hard and invest in my store after I get my salary. I'm still missing 5337,006."

Zhou Luoyang obviously counted Du Jing’s net worth of more than 600,000 yuan in advance.

"So I have wholly owned the stake?" Du Jing said, "This is a good proposal."

Zhou Luoyang: "So can you save a little? The breakfast at Xinxin Hotel costs 268 per person."

Du Jing said: "It can be reimbursed."

Zhou Luoyang: "The family members cannot be reimbursed, you said it yourself."

Du Jing: "Pretend that it was my assistant who ate it, the company would not check it so carefully. Only real-name consumption like train tickets cannot be reported. Eat more and you will lose weight than before."

Zhou Luoyang: “…”

Du Jing: "Don't you want to go back to school to see you?"

After Du Jing reminded me, Zhou Luoyang wanted to go back a little. After graduation, this was the first time he had returned to Hangzhou.

Du Jing added the two numbers on the new WeChat, compared them, sent a number "1" to test the other party, and started calling on his phone with his own mobile phone, looking around and paying attention to whether there are suspicious people, etc.
To be continued...