Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

Jinbao ran desperately along the roadside.

I ran until I was completely exhausted before I suddenly stopped.

He was panting heavily, but tears kept streaming down his face.

five years.

He wasn't even willing to offer a personal explanation.

five years.

They won't even give themselves a chance.

So what did these five years of waiting amount to?

What is the meaning behind this?

Five years ago, when that photo was sent to me.

Jin Bao'er immediately recognized that the person in the photo was definitely not Zhao Yuheng.

Even if the body shape is similar, it's not the same.

He knows better than anyone else.

But that very afternoon, Zhao Yuheng used this photo to break up with her.

He wanted to ask why.

You could see the injury on Zhao Yuheng's face, and his resolute tone that left no room for compromise.

He got it.

The person in front of me has encountered an insurmountable obstacle.

And in a world without him, she has already made a momentous decision from which there is no turning back.

Zhao Yuheng usually seems carefree and thoughtless.

Only Jin Bao'er knew that he was incredibly meticulous and as stubborn as an ox.

Once someone has made up their mind, nothing can change it.

Jin Bao'er thought that was respect, that was love.

So he nodded and agreed to break up.

Unexpectedly, this separation lasted for a full five years.

Over the past five years.

That bastard, not a single phone call, not a single message.

Now I've put aside my pride and traveled a long way to catch up with you.

He still refused to give an answer.

What a bastard.

I might as well stay single for the rest of my life.

When Jinbaoer ran to the bus stop.

The bus heading into town arrived just in time.

He hurriedly got into the car.

I took out my phone, but the screen was black.

The power has been out for a long time.

These past few days, my mind has been completely preoccupied with Zhao Yuheng, and I've even forgotten about my phone.

That despicable Zhao Yuheng.

Just as Jin Bao'er was embarrassed and about to turn around and get off the bus because she didn't have any change,

He subconsciously touched his left trouser pocket.

He pulled out a handful of money.

He didn't have any spare change at all.

Where did this money come from?

And with so many coins, the moment they were pulled out, the change scattered all over the ground.

Jin Bao'er looked at the crumpled change in her hand.

Tears welled up instantly and streamed down my face.

"It's just a bus ride... why does it cost so much..."

An older woman nearby stepped forward, bent down, and helped him pick up the money.

"Child, don't cry, everything will pass."

The older woman gently patted his shoulder, sighed, and sat back down in her seat.

Jin Bao'er clutched the large handful of loose change, took one yuan, and dropped it into the coin box.

I thanked the older woman in a low voice and found a seat.

After arriving in the city, he rented a power bank and charged his phone.

I bought a train ticket home.

He wanted to go back to the countryside and rest quietly.

To distract myself, I also went to see my aunt and the others.

He took a screenshot of the train ticket and posted it on his WeChat Moments.

With text:

"There's no one in this world who loves me anymore. I'll probably leave this city, find a quiet place to hide, and then find a few men to live a shameless life."

The destination, license plate number, and all other information indicating the vehicle's direction were all blurred out.

Only the departure location and time are left.

Sitting on a chair in the mall, watching people come and go.

Jin Bao'er knew better than anyone else.

Such childish and spiteful behavior is only effective on those who love you.

Someone who doesn't love you.

Even if you do something extreme on the spot, no one will give you a second glance.

the other side.

Zhao Yuheng sat in the car, lost in thought.

Behind him, a group of workers were busy unloading goods.

His eyes were vacant, and his mind was in turmoil, as if swept by a raging storm.

I can't resist the urge to smoke a cigarette.

I had just put the cigarette in my mouth when I realized that the lighter was out of fuel.

He bent down and rummaged around haphazardly in the carriage.

The moment the storage box door is opened.

A familiar bank card lay quietly inside.

He grabbed it suddenly.

I glanced at the last four digits of the number—...8888.

It's the card he left behind when we broke up back then.

Zhao Yuheng's rough fingertips slowly caressed the edge of the card.

Suddenly I noticed something stuck to the back of the card.

He hurriedly turned over.

The small print at the top, written lightly, carries an unbearable weight:

"You've got your money back, and I even added a little interest so you wouldn't lose out. I hope you pay off your debts soon and can live a carefree life."

I saw this line of text.

His eyes were red and swollen; he could no longer hold on.

Hot tears fell one after another.

It landed on my finger, it landed on my bank card.

A patch of smeared, glaringly wet stain. ...

Jinbao bought a bus ticket for 4 PM.

He used the change Zhao Yuheng gave him to buy some food.

Looking back now.

What that person gave me wasn't just bus fare.

Even today's living expenses have been taken into account.

Thinking of Zhao Yuheng, who said the harshest words but acted so weakly.

Jinbao was angry, sore, and in pain.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

I really want to rush back right now and give him a good beating.

Jin Bao'er took the subway and arrived at the North Bus Station.

I swiped my ID card to enter the station and found a seat in the waiting hall.

While I was resting with my eyes closed, I heard a family talking softly next to me.

"Honey, do the kids get carsick?"

The woman was holding her phone, looking at the little boy in front of her.

The man next to her had a sleeping baby girl on his back.

"I don't think I'll get dizzy; we don't have that habit in my family."

"Oh dear, you don't know, there was an old man on the subway who smelled really bad, he almost made me throw up."

"Why didn't you say so back then?"

"With so many people around, I told you, how embarrassing would that old man be?"

"Oh, my wife is such a good person."

"Let me tell you, yesterday when I was buying groceries, an older woman charged me ten yuan but gave me one yuan less in change. When I went to confront her, she accused me of lying to her."

The woman's tone still carried a hint of temper.

Jin Bao'er listened and realized they were all trivial matters.

The man standing listened with great interest, his face full of tenderness.

"Then I won't buy from her next time."

"Exactly, that kind of woman doesn't look like she'll make a lot of money; she'll only ever be a vegetable seller."

The man stood to the side, earnestly agreeing.

The woman continued to mutter about everyday trivia.

The man nodded as he walked gently, patting his sleeping daughter on his back.

The whole scene is peaceful and warm.

Jin Bao'er looked on, filled with envy.

Throughout his life, he never had high aspirations.

All I want is a house for two, three meals a day, and four seasons.

To live a peaceful and uneventful life, free from illness and disaster.

But we waited for five years.

This simplest wish seems to be impossible to fulfill.

He checked the time.

There's only half an hour left before departure.

Jin Bao'er subconsciously looked around.

A figure in the distance looks somewhat like Zhao Yuheng.

He held his breath instantly, staring intently with surprise.

Only after realizing it wasn't true did I slowly look away, feeling a sudden emptiness in my heart.

Disappointment washed over me like a tide.

Time passed second by second.

Soon, only ten minutes remained.

Jinbao'er had her ticket checked and boarded the bus.

He took this train for four whole years when he was in school.

Later, when conditions improved, I always rode in a private car. This is the first time in several years that I have ridden in one.

It felt both strange and familiar.

Ten minutes passed in a flash.

The person I wanted to see still didn't appear.

"Alright, we're about to depart. Please get your tickets ready and fasten your seatbelts. We're about to leave."

The driver started checking tickets, collecting them all, and then checking the seat belts one by one.

"boom--"

The car doors slammed shut.

The car slowly started moving.

The scenery outside the window receded little by little.

Jin Bao'er's heart sank completely, utterly and completely.

He won't be coming.

They're really not coming.

Just when Jin Bao'er had completely given up hope and extinguished even the last bit of expectation.

A tall figure suddenly rushed in front of the bus, blocking it completely.

The driver slammed on the brakes, cursing under his breath.

The car came to a stop.

The car door opened again.

A panting, disheveled yet still tall and imposing figure hurriedly climbed up from below.