you are a star

The room was dimly lit.

The dark red blood was not very clear, but the slight smell of blood was mixed with the heating and drilled into the person's nose little by little.

Shen Juan just frowned slightly, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood, but this disgusting smell made him extremely calm.

He clutched the handkerchief, tremblingly approached the corner of his lips, wiped it, and stared at the blood-stained part of the snow-white handkerchief, just like when his eyes were blood-stained when he was young.

It's just that at that time it was frightening and fearful, but now, it can be regarded as numbness.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and washed his hands in the bathroom. He covered his mouth just now, and there was blood in his fingers and nails.

After rinsing his fingers clean one by one, he looked up at himself in the mirror.

He is over 30 years old, and there are no lines around his eyes, but there seem to be a few gray hairs on his sideburns, probably due to his poor health.

There are always people from the outside world trying to spy on his true face. He has never cared about his appearance. Before he took over the organization's affairs, he was already a teenager, and he would always be pestered by various women when performing tasks outside.

He is disgusted.

Looking at myself in the mirror at this moment, I somehow remembered what happened nearly 20 years ago.

Little Qiangwei was so young at that time, she was only four or five years old, no one knew who her real father was, except Wei Yang, no one knew.

But at that time, the organization was still managed by Shen Zhao, and no one dared to discuss Wei Yang in private.

Because Wei Yang is Shen Zhao's younger sister.

Some people say they are related by blood, some say they are not related by blood, but no one dares to ask if it is true or not.

Wei Yang was not in Lyon, so she put Xiao Qiangwei in the organization, no one could take care of her, and she didn't let anyone accompany her, she just followed him all day long, and if she didn't pay attention, she would hold on to the hem of his clothes and wouldn't let go.

He raised his head, his eyes were clear and bright, like two drops of water, and he called him brother crisply.

—Brother, you look so good-looking!

——Little Qiangwei wants my brother to bathe me, others can't, I want my brother to hug me to sleep!

At night, she sleeps in his arms, a pink and tender porcelain doll, who can easily take her life by choking her neck with a little force.

It was also the appearance of her subconsciously calling out to her elder brother in her sleep, grabbing his collar with her small hands, and completely relying on him.

The image in memory overlaps with the present one, it is still his little Qiangwei, but now she is in someone else's arms, by someone else's side, and she will never call him brother again.

She forgot, she had long since forgotten.

Shen Juan smiled silently, his lips became more and more pale.

……

Qiao Nan had a nightmare. She dreamed that a man whose face could not be seen was stroking her hair with a big warm hand.

She looked so small, like a child.

She seemed to call the other party uncle. The man seemed unhappy, and the corners of his mouth sank slightly, but she couldn't see the other party's face clearly.

After a while, he dreamed that Shen Jun suddenly shot at her, asking her to die with him.

She broke out in a cold sweat, and when she opened her eyes, she was gasping for breath, her heart was beating fast, thumping, almost bursting through her breastbone and popping out of her chest!
She couldn't make a sound.

The lights in the room were warm, and she stared intently for a while before realizing that she was in Nanyuan, with Liang Feicheng.

They are together.

But the person who should be sleeping next to her at this moment is gone.

She picked up the phone on the bedside table and checked the time. It was almost twelve o'clock. Where did Liang Feicheng go?

……

Liang Feicheng propped his hands on the study cabinet door, his fingers clenched convulsively, the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible, the bones of his hands were tense, and the sharp arc almost pierced the skin.

He lowered his head, cold sweat slipped from the corners of his forehead, and when he raised his head again, the roots of his teeth made a sound of rubbing, and his gaze swept across the white medicine bottle at the back of the cabinet.

The moment he opened the cabinet door with his hand, what came to mind was the heartbroken look in Qiao Nan's eyes when he saw him being tortured by drugs in the hospital around Linsong County.

Should she have heartache at that time?
——Third brother, Rong Chi and I both trust you, not because of your strong self-control, but because of Qiao Nan.

Li Dongbai's words still ring in his ears.

"Nannan..." He whispered her name in a low voice, his eyes were bloodshot.

The heart and lungs were hurting together, and they finally had a good start.

Putting your fingers together, the cabinet door closed again.

With a "click", the sound of the cabinet door closing and the sound of the study door being opened coincided.

Liang Feicheng touched the switch on the wall almost subconsciously. When the light went out, the door opened.

Qiao Nan stood at the door against the light, and was stunned for a moment when he opened the door to enter, and then saw Liang Feicheng walking towards her, "Why are you awake?"

"Why don't you turn on the light in the study?"

Liang Feicheng smiled and said, "I can't sleep a bit, and I didn't turn on the light after smoking two cigarettes."

He smelled of cigarettes, and Qiao Nan had no doubts about him. The moment he turned off the light just now, he wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and there was no trace of it.

Qiao Nan hugged his waist: "I didn't see you when I woke up. I thought you were working. I didn't expect you to be smoking. How many cigarettes?"

"Listen to you, I just smoked three."

Qiao Nan has made an agreement with him for three chapters, and he will reduce the amount of smoking every day in the future. His stomach is not good, and smoking will only make the situation worse.

Liang Feicheng never thought that he would be controlled one day, but he enjoyed being controlled like this.

Qiao Nan said with satisfaction: "It's so good."

"Did you have a nightmare?" Liang Feicheng brushed the end of her eyes with his thumb, it was wet, and his heart was twitching. She was having a nightmare, while he was struggling in the study.

Feeling guilty, Liang Feicheng hugged her vigorously and stroked her back, "What did you dream about, tell me?"

Qiao Nan shook his head, "I'll be fine when I wake up, it's just a dream."

He looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes were as dark as ink, faintly flickering light and dark intertwined.

After returning to the room, Liang Feicheng hugged her to the bed and kissed her forehead, "I smell like cigarettes, I'll take a shower and change clothes, you sleep first."

Qiao Nan sank into the soft pillow and nodded.

Taking out his phone and looking at the time, Qiao Nan was thoughtful.

When Liang Feicheng came out of the shower and saw Qiao Nan lying on the bed, looking at him with his hand on his chin, he felt his heart burn from her eyes.

He walked over and sat down, stroked her soft black hair, lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Why aren't you asleep?"

Qiao Nan sat up suddenly, raised his arms around his neck, and moved closer to him, with a sweet smile in his soft voice: "Wait for you."

Liang Feicheng smiled, and looked at her with burning eyes, "What are you waiting for me?"

Qiao Nan leaned closer to his ear, "It's past twelve o'clock, and it's the Lantern Festival. Third brother, happy birthday."