Zhang Dengjie Cai

The drink that Zhang Anran has endorsed for many years is solid fruit juice. Some time ago, he even held a forwarding lottery.With less gray hair, married six years ago, met in an orphanage, and drank solid fruit juice in addition to plain water, Zhang Anran found it hard not to associate Mr. sbt with Qiping.

He lay on the sofa for a while, forcing himself to retain some sanity, but very smoothly sent the building number he had just copied to a friend, with the words "check this person's IP for me".

Zhang Anran's friend is his high school classmate. The two had a mediocre relationship when they were studying, but later they met on the Internet. One became a private detective and the other became a big star.Zhang Anran would occasionally take care of his friend's business and investigate some things that he didn't want Xiao Wang to know.

The other party quickly replied with a good word, but it took a full 10 minutes before a message was returned: "I can't find it."

"Can't find it?" Zhang Anran was very surprised. The server of this forum is very old, and the programmer's level of confidentiality to users is not high. In the past, his friend checked the source of the water army almost every time, but he didn't expect to run into a wall here. .

"Someone deliberately erased the relevant information of this landlord, better than me, don't check."

If the host is a fabricated story, it is impossible for someone to be bored to help her erase the Internet information, which proves that what the host said is true.

Zhang Anran backed up the phone's data to the cloud disk, pulled out the phone card, dug out a brand new one from the drawer, and inserted the phone card.

He pressed Qiping's number familiarly, but hesitated when his finger touched the dial button.

He was thinking, is he really going to dial this number?

It's just a post for no reason, is he going to doubt his lover of ten years?

Conspiracy theory, maybe this post was deliberately sent by a Qiping opponent for him to read, maybe it was a trick to sow discord.

Zhang Anran thought for a while, and laughed himself. He laughed at him for forcibly lowering his IQ in order to clear Qi Ping's suspicion.

How could it be such a coincidence, there was a post that he saw, and it disappeared after refreshing.If you want to sow discord, you don't want to open your mind so much. It's better to have dozens of high-P photos that are suspected to be ambiguous.

Zhang Anran has never hesitated or been weak in his life, but he has given in to softness and counseled in this matter.He still didn't dial the string of numbers, wiped his face, and pretended that nothing happened.He didn't see that post, and he didn't have doubts or speculations in his heart.

But this matter finally took root in his heart, and Zhang Anran began to notice some details that he didn't pay much attention to in the past.

Qi Ping doesn't like trendy things, almost all clothes in his wardrobe.

Qi Ping likes to drink health-preserving soup and porridge, and always cooks some for Zhang Anran to drink together.

Qi Ping likes to fold his clothes, and he must fold them squarely, almost obsessive-compulsive.

In the past, Zhang Anran always liked to laugh at his old sayings, but he never imagined that under this fresh and tender skin, there is a soul that is not young.

How old was he before he was reborn?

Must not be 20 years old, maybe 30 years old, maybe 40 years old, maybe older?

At that time, was he with me in the previous life?

Zhang Anran tried to minimize the impact of this incident on himself, but it was like a drop of ink on the white paper, and a thorn in his heart. After all, it was very different from the past.

Zhang Anran was irritable, but he could barely suppress it. He knew clearly that he loved Qi Ping, and was willing to give up the urge to search for this love.

But he was able to let Qi Ping go, but Qi Ping was unwilling to let him go. Later, many things happened, making it impossible for him to avoid and retreat.

"I just think this script is very suitable," Qi Ping smiled gently, "Would you like to read it first?"

Zhang Anran touched his lips with his little finger, but he was a little careless at the moment: "Don't look at it."

"Then put this project on hold indefinitely," Qi Ping said coldly, not caring about the impact of this decision at all, "You don't want what belongs to you, and I won't let others get it."

Zhang Anran refuted him effortlessly: "The wife who belonged to me in the previous life was married by your subordinates, didn't she?"

Qi Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he replied calmly: "They are in free love."

"You wrote the script and deliberately guided free love."

Qi Ping blinked his eyes, showing a little slyness on his face, he said: "You don't love her, the person you love is me."

Zhang Anran turned his head away and said, "Don't show that expression."

Qi Ping returned to his expressionless face as early as the moment he turned his head away, and said: "She has already given birth to a second child, and you are still thinking about what she is doing."

"I'm not thinking about her," Zhang Anran turned to look at Qiping, "You were the one who mentioned your previous life first. I don't want to bring up this topic, and I hope you don't."

Qi Ping's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and he quickly recovered his clarity. He lowered his eyelids and said again: "The script is very good."

"Do you want me to win the actor like I did in my previous life, or do you want me to play the same role so that you can see me in my previous life in this world?"

Zhang Anran didn't have any emotional turmoil in his heart, he simply asked questions and expressed a little curiosity.

Qi Ping's answer is also very appropriate: "I just think this project is very good, and it will be of some benefit to you."

Zhang Anran looked at Qiping for three seconds, and he said, "I don't really want to see you."

"The dishes and chopsticks haven't been cleared yet, and the bed hasn't been made yet." Qi Ping squeezed his fingertips, looking a little cramped.

"But I don't really want to see you." Zhang Anran repeated.

Qi Ping stretched out his hand, leaned forward to cover Zhang Anran's eyes, and said, "You can't see me anymore."

Zhang Anran raised his hand to hold Qiping's wrist, pulled his hand off without much effort, and said, "Please leave."

"I don't want to leave."

"It's okay, if you don't go, I'll go."

Zhang Anran stood up abruptly, there was a small fire in his chest, which made his heart ache sharply.

Qi Ping raised his hand, covered his eyes, and shouted, "Zhang Anran."

Zhang Anran ignored him, he had already walked to the gate and was changing his leather shoes.

"Zhang Anran." Qi Ping called his name again, but this time there was still no response.

Zhang Anran has already put on his shoes and coat, and put all the necessary items into the handbag, so he can go out at any time without coming back.

"I lied to you. You didn't act in this script in your previous life."

"Why are you lying to me?"

"..."

"Is the script good-looking?"

"..."

"Give it to Xiao Wang tomorrow, let him bring it to me."

Zhang Anran straightened the slight folds of his clothes, and unscrewed the door of the room. Just as he was about to walk out of the room, a person was quietly stuck behind him, and his over-familiar arms wrapped around his waist.

"Don't go." The tone was very flat, as if he was reciting a text, but his arms were tightly bound, almost immobilized.

"Then you get out?" Zhang Anran was not as angry as before, but he was not forgiving after all.

"I'm in bed, fuck you?" A serious answer, not like flirting.

"Not all problems can be solved by going to bed." As Zhang Anran said this, he forcefully broke free from the shackles around his waist.

He took a step forward, a second and a third.

He should have moved forward decisively, but he felt something in his heart and couldn't help turning his head back.

Under the soft light, Qi Ping stood at the door, looking at him expressionlessly, but his cheeks were wet—the traces of tears.

Zhang Anran sighed silently in his heart - he couldn't leave.

Only wearing cotton socks on Qiping's feet, he stood at the door and watched Zhang Anran strode back.

The door slammed shut behind them, spinning like a dream.