Don't think I'm just a sheep

In the early morning of early spring, everything revived, the air carried a faint fragrance of vegetation, and the sunlight came in through the windows, quickly lighting up the dark room.

On the huge double bed, the man moved slightly, as if he wanted to turn over, but after turning a little, his body froze suddenly, and his eyes that were originally closed opened.

As the drowsiness dissipated, the memory of last night returned, Zhuo Yijing tried her best to ignore the soreness all over her body and the indescribable discomfort somewhere, and turned around slowly in an extremely unnatural posture, seeing the empty space in front of her eyes The pillow side and the cool other half of the bed.

It is not an unexpected result, the heartache has long been numb, but after experiencing last night, there is a sense of relief with despair...

Time went back to one night ago.

Zhuo Yijing had just returned home after running an announcement, when the cell phone rang suddenly in the quiet and empty room, seeing the name on the screen, he was stunned for a moment, this person... How long has it been since he took the initiative to contact him?

Both the director and the singer are very busy at work. They travel around the country for most of the year, and they don't really have much free time in City B. It is precisely because of this that he is extra cautious every time he contacts Liang Yusheng. Only when I can't help it, I dare to make a few conversations on the phone, for fear of disturbing the other party's work and causing disgust.

And the probability of Liang Yusheng calling him is even rarer. When Zhuo Yijing pressed the answer button, even his fingers trembled slightly.

"A Jing, are you free to come and have a drink with me?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy, and I didn't know how much Liang Yusheng had drunk. Zhuo Yijing asked for the address while grabbing the keys and hurried out. It was only when he got in the car that he remembered that he forgot to put on his coat, but he didn't bother to turn back. Foot the accelerator, and the chic royal blue supercar disappears into the night like scattered currents.

Only ten minutes later, Zhuo Yijing was already standing at the door of the private room in the clubhouse. He briefly straightened his short hair that was blown by the wind along the way, raised his hand and tapped on the door twice, and then directly pushed the door open.

There is no light in the private room, and the faint light from the screen makes it difficult to see the situation in the room clearly. Passionate rock music is played from the speaker, there are many wine glasses and wine bottles scattered on the table, and the ashtray is full of cigarette butts. Apparently there has just been a lively party here, but Liang Yusheng was the only one left at this time. Hearing the noise, he raised his eyes and raised his glass, "A Jing is here, what do you want to drink?"

"Same as you?" Zhuo Yijing walked to the seat beside him and sat down, picked up the whiskey on the table and poured himself half a glass, then bumped into his glass, the crisp sound was drowned out by the sky-shattering background music middle.

The two of them drank the wine in their respective glasses, and when the pungent aftertaste dissipated from their throats, Zhuo Yijing approached him and said in a friendly tone as much as possible: "What? Director Liang has been reduced to drinking alone, and the others Woolen cloth?"

Liang Yusheng turned around and changed to a quieter song at the console, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, and leaned back on the sofa armchair, "They are all families, and they will be back when the time comes."

"What game?"

With Liang Yusheng's current status in the circle, there are not many people who can leave him here alone, Zhuo Yijing couldn't help but think of someone...

"Before the movie "Good and Evil", Lao Huang introduced a second male lead, which was quite to my liking. It's been a while since the movie started, and finally he was free. I asked him to get together with Xi Yue, and called him a few times. A familiar old actor." Liang Yusheng took another puff of cigarette as he spoke, and in front of Zhuo Yijing, the only one who knew, he didn't feel the need to hide and choke, and said directly: "Ah Jing, I feel uncomfortable..."

Zhuo Yijing felt like a stick in his throat for a moment, his right hand could not help clenched into a fist by his side, his whole body seemed to be split into two halves, one half was in pain and screaming, but the other half seemed to be consciously comforting the hurt man rationally .

He also didn't know why Liang Yusheng trusted him so much. From the beginning of Liu Xiyue's relationship with his girlfriend, when he was drinking with Liang Yusheng, the other party confessed his feelings for Liu Xiyue to him. He tried his best to play the role of the tree hole, comforting each other over and over again Disappointed and sad.

Liang Yusheng said it was uncomfortable, yes, falling in love with a straight man, unable to speak, and hearing about their love history from time to time, sharing their sweetness, how could it not be uncomfortable.

But what about him?He loved the man in front of him for three lifetimes. For more than a hundred thousand days and nights, he guarded that sweet memory alone, facing the man in front of him who no longer loved him, who could he turn to for his suffering?

It's not that Zhuo Yijing didn't think about giving up, and she had doubted countless times, even if the same soul lost the memory of the previous life and was reincarnated as a human being, could it still be regarded as a lover with whom she once lived and died? ?

But whenever he wanted to give up, he could always think of the oath he made with the other party when he was dying-to live up to each other forever.

Only if he lives well and finds the reincarnated man, will they have the possibility of renewing their relationship. If not for this vow, he should have left with his lover more than 200 years ago, ending this short demon life.

Monster life...Zhuo Yijing showed a sneering smile, I don't know how many times I thought about it, if he is not a monster...if he is a human being like Ah Lin, and grows old together, not seeking to live together but to die together, then it should be how good...

It's a pity that neither human nor demon can change their own birth.

"Come to Yusheng, I'll accompany you, and you won't go home until you're drunk." After collecting her thoughts, Zhuo Yijing raised her glass to touch Liang Yusheng again, and finished drinking the wine in the glass with a smile.

I don't know if it's because the light is too dark, or because his acting skills are so good that even the famous director Liang Da didn't notice the flaws in his clumsy acting skills.

At the end of the night, both of them drank a lot. Liang Yusheng tasted good wine, and he fell unconscious on the sofa after getting drunk. Zhuo Yijing vomited a few times, although he was very dizzy, but his thoughts had recovered. , had no choice but to accept fate and set up the man.

They were all public figures, and it was really inconvenient to take a taxi to leave in this state, so he simply opened a suite upstairs.Fortunately, the privacy of the clubhouse was well done, and it was already early in the morning, so I didn't meet any other guests on the way up the stairs.

Opening the room was purely for a temporary rest, until the moment before opening the door, Zhuo Yijing never thought that things would develop in that direction, but it seemed that from the time he helped him into the bathroom, everything began to suddenly get out of control.

How many years, since Zhuo Lin closed his eyes forever in front of him in that life, how many years, he has never had the opportunity to be so close to the other party, so close that the blood in his whole body is surging and clamoring, urging him to feel the familiarity of the man again. strange temperature.

Originally, he simply wanted to simply wipe the other party's clothes off, so he removed all the other party's clothes and decided not to suppress his own desire.

After being drunk, Liang Yusheng had no consciousness at all, only the most instinctive reaction and desire as a male creature remained. Zhuo Yijing stretched out his hand to stroke the deep eyebrows comparable to stars, across the sharp-edged face, and across the thick winter clothes. Next, the perfect abdominal muscles created by diligent exercise, and finally covered the towering tree hidden in the black jungle with precision.

Zhuo Yijing felt like a pervert, or a rapist?But he didn't want to stop at all, nothing was more unacceptable than the despair of seeing his lover stand shoulder to shoulder with others in his previous life.

Even if he was allowed to die after dawn, he would rather pretend that he had found his former love at this moment.

……

Confused by the memory, Zhuo Yijing licked her chapped lips, she hadn't done this for a long time, and she wasn't fully prepared, the degree of tragedy can be imagined.

But life has to go on, he struggled to sit up, but at this moment he heard a light 'click' from the door, and then it was opened from the outside.

"A Jing, are you... awake?" The well-dressed man walked to the bed with a water glass in his hand, hesitant to speak, his eyes full of complex emotions.

Liang Yusheng is not stupid, he is very clear about the symptoms he will have when he is drunk, and with the scattered memories that vaguely exist in his mind, although it is unbelievable, he can roughly figure out what happened last night.

It took a while before he recovered his voice and said again: "Last night..."

"I wasn't drunk last night." Zhuo Yijing interrupted, turned his head to look at him as if he was going all out, and said in one breath: "Liang Yusheng, I like you, no, I should say I love you for a long time... than you see It’s much earlier to go to Liu Xiyue. I just did something I’ve always wanted to do, and I don’t regret it, and I don’t need you to be responsible. If you really can’t accept dating someone you don’t like, you have to give me a slap or Anything is up to you."

Zhuo Yijing's words confirmed Liang Yusheng's thoughts, but in the face of such a straightforward expression, he didn't know how to react for a while.

After a few seconds of weird silence, the person on the bed spoke again: "If you don't plan to beat me up, why not go back first, I want to be alone."

Liang Yusheng didn't say anything more, took a deep look at the other party, turned and left.

It wasn't until there was a message from the hanging door outside that Zhuo Yijing finally let himself loose the nerve that had been tense all along.

Fortunately... At least this time, the confession did not bring disgust and disgust.He thought so, but unfortunately this kind of ridiculous luck can't play a consoling role.

Biting his lips, he was afraid that the uncontrollable sobs would reach the ears of the man who hadn't gone far, until he tasted the rust-like blood in his mouth, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the palm of his hand soon became wet.

How much you wish your body could endure like a balloon, once the pain reaches the extreme, it will explode directly to meet death, but the fact is, before you actively choose to die, you can only endure all the spiritual and physical pain.

"According to the usual practice, after confessing, shouldn't you ask the other party if they accept it?"

I don't know how long it has passed, Zhuo Yijing froze suddenly at the familiar voice from above her head, staring at a pair of red eyes, looking in disbelief at the man who was going back and forth by the door.