Dust's Perjury

When we are young, it is difficult for people to realize the importance of family. Too many dreams and desires force us to stay close to the world and stay away from home.

But when you get older, your mood will no longer be the same as before.

The closer Lin Sha was to 30, the more he valued his parents. What he thought of gradually changed from "don't trouble them" to "find ways to take care of them in their old age". During this time, he had the courage to overcome the reality of disability, There is also the warmth of mind after getting love.

In fact, Lin Sha was very happy when Xu Zhihua and his wife visited London this time.

Even the delicious food after returning home from class is enough to make him feel happy.

Xu Zhihua has traditional Chinese hospitality in his personality, so Lin Sha asked Lin Sha to call his classmates, hoping to build a good relationship and ask them to take care of their son.

Those foreigners who are usually mavericks became friendly after eating the authentic three delicacies dumplings, chatting with the two old people happily.

But when the small room was busy, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Who?" Lin Sha put down his chopsticks and asked in English, while turning the wheelchair and approaching following the sound.

Unexpectedly, Wu Chen stood outside with a smile on his face.

Lin Sha was surprised: "You, why are you here again?"

Wu Chen leaned over and kissed him, and then smiled more obviously: "Why, I'm not welcome yet?"

"That's not true, but you're too capable of tossing around..." Lin Sha made way for him, feeling a little worried.

After all, flying to London three times a month is such a crazy thing, really few people can do it.

Wu Chen entered the room generously: "Uncle and aunt, so there are still friends here, hello everyone!"

Lin Sha didn't shy away either, and introduced, "This is my boyfriend."

Homosexuality is nothing new in London. Several foreigners readily accepted the reality and asked curiously, "I heard you are a Chinese star?"

Wu Chen only carried a sports bag, turned around and put it down: "Little artist, it's nothing."

The lively dinner didn't end until ten o'clock in the evening.

After Wu Chen helped send everyone away, he came back and rushed to wash the dishes with Xu Zhihua: "Auntie, I'll come, you finally came to visit Teacher Lin, talk to him more."

I'm afraid ordinary girls are not so caring, Xu Zhihua couldn't find fault with this big boy, and said awkwardly: "Are you busy with work? How many times have you come to see him from so far away? It's a toss."

"It should be, I like to see Lin Sha, how can I say it's a toss?" Wu Chen said, "I'm going to join the crew in a while, while I'm still free—"

Lin Sha said: "Then you should also pay attention to your body. There are so many announcements. What's better if you have time to sleep more?"

Wu Chen turned around and smiled: "I fell asleep on the plane. In two days, I will accompany my uncle and aunt back to China, so I can take care of them on the way."

Lin Sha looked at his lover's eyes that were always glowing and radiating heat, and while being moved, felt unbearable.

But Wu Chen's excitement was indeed as he said, it came from the heart, and he immediately chatted with Papa Lin about the stock market news noisily.

Lin Sha shook his head helplessly.

Xu Zhihua wiped his hands and walked to his son: "Seeing that he treats you well, mom is relieved. You should be good in the future and be patient with each other."

Lin Sha: "Yes, I see."

Xu Zhihua stroked his soft short hair with callused hands, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched.

In the middle of the night, Wu Chen returned after seeing off Lin's father and Lin's mother, and finally took a hasty shower and fell on the bed tiredly.

Lin Sha, who was already asleep, woke up sensitively and opened his eyes in the dark: "...Thank you for your hard work."

Wu Chen hugged him, smelled the familiar fragrance on his neck, and then said, "What's the hard work, I'm afraid that you entertained the two old people so hard that you came to help, but unfortunately you don't have much time to spare."

Lin Sha gently held the back of this guy's hand.

Wu Chen didn't bother, but just closed his sore eyelids: "I really want to be by your side... I can take care of everything... Two days ago, someone was selling a video of you and your parents being photographed in London. Fortunately, The gossip blogger I was looking for belonged to our company, so it was stopped... Sorry, I caused you trouble because of your profession."

Lin Sha patted him: "Don't be rude, okay, what are you apologizing for?"

Wu Chen: "Originally, if I'm just an ordinary businessman...or a student...with you, you should be very relaxed..."

Lin Sha said: "I am already relaxed, and I have nothing to worry about."

It's a pity that Wu Chen didn't answer, he fell asleep hastily in the ennui of jet lag.

Lin Sha smiled, and struggled to pull the quilt up to cover each other, then continued to hold his hand, looking at the dark ceiling, it felt like staring at the entire universe, and there was nothing in the universe except them and each other.

When Wu Chen got together sweetly, Fang Xia, who was far away in Beijing, was struggling to make a sample song.

He rented Musie's recording studio with his connections, and when he helped record the demo and sent it to Wu Chen, his eyes were already darkened from sleepiness.

Fang Xia sighed deeply, turned off the instrument, picked up his coat, and muttered, "I'm old, I can't afford to stay up all night..."

With that said, he rubbed his eyes and walked out the door.

In the end, I don't know whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate encounter, Zhang Yifeng unexpectedly appeared at the corner of the corridor.

This person was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, but his delicate but mature face hid his emotions very well, and his smile appeared extremely decent: "Fang Da Ci, we meet again."

Fang Xia became famous at a young age, and replied carelessly: "It's you, what are you doing?"

Zhang Yifeng: "I heard that you compose songs here, so I came over to have a look, and I want to make an appointment with you."

"Who is it for? It can't be you singing, right?" Fang Xia was so sleepy that he fainted: "I can't do it today, I need to catch up on sleep."

"Then why don't I take you to a club I'm familiar with for a massage, and you can play games along the way." Zhang Yifeng found out about his hobby from nowhere: "The buffet there is very good, and the ingredients are all flown in from all over the world."

Fang Xia was shaken immediately, touched his head and said, "This...is not impossible."

Of course, Wu Chen couldn't guess the current situation of his friend "a sheep in the mouth of a tiger". He woke up from a dream in the morning, only saw the demo on WeChat, and saw that Lin Sha had already got up to take a shower, so he turned on the playback.

The fresh and gentle tune immediately sounded in the room.

The euphemistic words, every word is touching, and the sad love story hundreds of years ago is told with a very contagious tune.

Wu Chen lay on the bed and repeated the cycle several times. He didn't put down his phone until Lin Sha came out of the bedroom in his wheelchair.

"Is this song ready?" Lin Sha was surprised: "Why are you crying?"

Wu Chen suddenly got up from the bed, flew over and hugged him: "It's so nice, I feel like I love you more, what should I do?!"

"Nervous..." Lin Sha couldn't laugh or cry: "So it's a song for you, but Fang Xia refused to say it before."

"Of course, I don't want you to be troubled by others." Wu Chen stared excitedly: "I will definitely sing well, and I want you to win awards!"

To be affirmed by a loved one is satisfying in itself.

Lin Sha waited calmly: "It doesn't matter if you win an award or not, as long as you like it."

"It doesn't matter." Wu Chen held Lin Sha's hand: "Your talent is like the moon, it shouldn't be covered by the stars, it should be seen by everyone!"