Wu Hao opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.
Lu Bancheng leaned against the chair and sat there for a while. Perhaps because he had drunk too much and needed to go to the bathroom, he stood up and staggered out of the room.
The private room fell into silence.
After a while, Wu Hao suddenly said in a low voice, "Brother Sheng, do you think I'm a jerk and not a man?"
He didn't wait for Gu Yusheng to reply and continued, "You must look down on me deep down, don't you? I'm not stupid. I can see that ever since you found out that Jiang Qianqian and I were together, you haven't been willing to talk to me. You didn't sit in the chair I pulled out for you, and you didn't drink the wine I poured for you. "
Wu Hao sighed softly. His face was filled with confusion and sadness. After a while, he said, "But, Brother Sheng, I'm happy that you were willing to come tonight."
Gu Yusheng, who had been silent since he entered the room, put down the bottle of wine in his hand and looked at Wu Hao seriously. "I didn't come for you."
Wu Hao suddenly felt that although Lu Bancheng's words were harsh, they were better than Gu Yusheng's.
Wu Hao felt depressed. He drank a few mouthfuls of wine and said, "Then, Brother Sheng, why did you come here?"
Gu Yusheng didn't keep him in suspense and went straight to the point. "Were we close in high school?"
"Why did you suddenly come to me to ask about Xiao 'ai? Brother Sheng, you weren't interested in Xiao 'ai, were you? "
Gu Yusheng raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Hao. He had no intention of answering him. They had been friends for many years, so Wu Hao understood what Gu Yusheng meant by the look in his eyes.
After all, they had been friends for many years. Wu Hao understood the meaning behind Gu Yusheng's look. He put away his curiosity, tilted his head, and thought about it seriously for a while before saying, "You and Xiao 'ai weren't close in high school, right?"
"I've never seen you interact with her in private … At that time, you only wanted to become a soldier and didn't have any interest in women. How close could you be to Xiao 'ai?"
"If you really want to find a connection, it would be that you fought for her in high school. Oh, not for her, but for Nuannuan …" Or because of Jiang Qianqian … Wu Hao was a little afraid of recalling the past, so he skipped over the details. "If you occasionally say hello to her and say a few words to her, then you and Xiao 'ai are considered close …"
Wu Hao noticed that Gu Yusheng was staring at him without saying a word. Thinking that Gu Yusheng didn't believe him, he raised his hand and said as if he was swearing, "Brother Sheng, what I said just now is absolutely true. My wife and Xiao 'ai are good friends. If you really have something going on with Xiao' ai, my wife will definitely know."
Gu Yusheng looked away, leaned against the chair, sat quietly for a moment, and then stood up.
Before he walked away, he seemed to remember something. He looked down at Wu Hao, who was drinking, and said, "Xu Wennuan is not your wife anymore."
What he said hit the nail on the head. Wu Hao, who was drinking, suddenly choked, bent over, and coughed awkwardly.
As soon as he took a step forward, Gu Yusheng remembered that he had just opened a bottle of wine. He knew the amount, so he took out his cell phone and transferred the money through Alipay in front of Wu Hao. Then, as Wu Hao's face turned completely pale, Gu Yusheng didn't stay any longer and strode away.
…
Even Wu Hao said that. Could it be that he really didn't know her well in high school?
Then why did he give her a nickname? Why did he write to her anonymously?
Could it be that at that time, he didn't want to have feelings for her, but he was attracted to her like he is now? Is that why he wrote to her anonymously to save himself a way out?
Gu Yusheng seemed to be stuck in a difficult problem. He stood by the side of the road and thought for a long time, but he couldn't find an answer.
Inevitably, he became a little annoyed and wanted to smoke. Gu Yusheng touched his pocket and remembered that he had been in a hurry, so he hadn't brought his wallet and cigarettes with him.
He let out a sigh of depression and looked up. He saw a bank nearby and thought that he could withdraw money without a card, so he walked over.
After withdrawing money, Gu Yusheng turned to the supermarket nearby. He took two boxes of the brand of cigarettes that he liked to smoke and threw them on the cashier's counter.
Before the cashier could say the amount, Gu Yusheng threw three one-hundred-dollar bills at her.
"Three hundred dollars. Twenty-eight dollars." After the cashier answered with a smile, she reached out to take the money that Gu Yusheng had thrown on the cashier's counter. Out of the corner of his eye, Gu Yusheng suddenly saw a line of words on the bill in the middle. The handwriting looked familiar. He frowned and suddenly reached out to take the bill.
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