Rebirth of Atonement

Feng Zhe walked outside the airport and waited.

The passage of time is from fast to slow, pedestrians, streets, and a car passing by can seem to see the details, and the indifference is gradually covered by vague anxiety...

Until a red convertible sports car stopped in front of Feng Zhe.

"Isn't the new car you picked up a few days ago very handsome?" Jian Tianqi took off his sunglasses, and patted the seat of Feng Zhe handsomely.

Feng Zhe didn't reply immediately, his anxiety was erased and replaced by stunned.

If the voice can be faked easily, how much effort will it take to fake the face and the details of this action?

Resisting the urge to step forward and grab Jian Tianqi's shoulders tightly, Feng Zhe managed to maintain his superficial calmness, only his narrowed pupils flickered faintly.

He originally thought that he would never be able to see Jian Tianqi with his own eyes again.

"A Zhe?" Jian Tianqi called Feng Zhe, feeling that Feng Zhe's appearance was a bit strange.

A horn honked from behind the car.

"Hurry up and get in the car." Jian Tianqi quickly opened the car door, stretched out his body and pulled Feng Zhe into the car.

Only then did Feng Zhe come to his senses. He tried to look away from Jian Tianqi's body, and pulled the seat belt to buckle it on his body, but he noticed the trembling of his fingertips.

——Feng Zhe, are you afraid?

Feng Zhe remembered Gu Qingyuan's questioning before killing him.

Losing his usual calm, he couldn't tell whether it was because of joy or fear.

are you happy?

Don't you feel happy to meet your long-lost friends?

are you afraid?

Don't you feel scared when you see someone who died because of you?

"Azhe, what's the matter with you, you don't seem to be in good spirits?" Jian Tianqi couldn't help asking with concern while driving.

"It's nothing, I didn't have a good rest yesterday." Feng Zhe calmed down his thoughts and emotions a little, and found an excuse at will.

No matter what he encounters, Feng Zhe is calm, even in the face of the threat of death, he did not collapse, lose control or even show fear. When he saw Jian Tianqi, a crack appeared on the mask that had never been flawed. .

He understood that there was a gully in his heart, but he never realized how deep and long this gully was, and how much blood could seep out of it.

At that time, after paying homage to the remains, Feng Zhe went to the beach where he and Jian Tianqi had been by himself.

On that beach, Feng Zhe met Jian Tianqi for the first time.

On that beach, Jian Tianqi confessed his love to Feng Zhe for the first time.

On that beach, Feng Zhe rejected Jian Tianqi for the first time.

Not long after Jian Tianqi's death, rumors spread out of nowhere, saying that the second young master of the Jian family committed suicide for love, and that the person he loved was Feng Zhe, the eldest son of the Feng family.

Various media took action because of this rumor, but Feng Zhe, who was at the center of the rumor, seemed not to be affected in the slightest, refusing to accept interviews while still enjoying life.

Drinking good wine and hanging out with beautiful women, he looks like he has never lost anything.

Gradually, this rumor has been forgotten by more and more people, and it no longer has the value of being used as a conversation piece after dinner...

In the end, everyone will forget, only Feng Zhe will remember.

"I told you to go to the bar before you had a good rest," Jian Tianqi said with apology, "Then why don't you go, I'll take you home to have a rest, you can catch up at any time."

There was no answer for a while, Jian Tianqi was about to speak again in doubt, when he heard Feng Zhe's voice.

"Won't that just waste the welcome party you specially organized for me?" Feng Zhe finally looked at Jian Tianqi again, showing a smile.

A confident, charismatic, flawless smile.

After sorting out his thoughts and calming down his emotions, Feng Zhe regained his usual calmness.

"How do you know?" Jian Tianqi was surprised.

"Is your mind so hard to guess?" Feng Zhe asked back.

"I wanted to give you a surprise, but now the surprise is gone." Jian Tianqi said discouragedly.

"I don't need surprises," Feng Zhe said, "I just want to have a drink with you now."

As soon as Feng Zhe entered the bar, a ribbon was thrown all over his head.

A group of men and women happily shouted "surprise" at Feng Zhe, some of the faces had a little impression, some were completely unknown, and a big cake was seen on the table from a distance.

These are Jian Tianqi's friends, he has many friends, and they don't distinguish between classes.

After the bustle and bustle, Feng Zhe sat on the sofa with a glass of cocktail, while Jian Tianqi came over with two pieces of cake.

During the period, strange and beautiful women came to talk to them, and Feng Zhe also invited them to have a few glasses of wine.

"Why do you only talk to you?" Jian Tianqi pouted, obviously dissatisfied.

"How about I walk away?" Feng Zhe said while shaking his wine glass.

Jian Tianqi's appearance is naturally not bad, but it's easy to show the gap next to Feng Zhe. Although they are similar in age, Jian Tianqi sometimes looks like a naive child next to Feng Zhe who exudes a mature atmosphere.

"Don't!" Jian Tianqi quickly stopped, the hand that put down the cake had already grasped Feng Zhe's arm.

The wine in the glass was shaken by this movement, and some of it spilled out, wet Feng Zhe's arm and Jian Tianqi's hand.

Looking at each other, Feng Zhe saw the light reflected in Jian Tianqi's eyes.

The vision in this dimness is extraordinarily dazzling.

There seemed to be the sound of rolling waves in my ears, mixed with the familiar voice hidden in the long memory——

"Azhe, I like you."

A confession that went all out, exhausted everything, but couldn't hide the shy crimson color on his face.

However, the sound of the waves gradually stopped, and in the memory he had just picked up, his voice and face began to gradually fade away and become more and more blurred...

Want to catch, but how?

Feel guilty, how to atone for it?

After coming out of the bar, until he carried Jian Tianqi to the car, Feng Zhe felt a lot of sweat dripping from his body.

Either tired, or a little hot from drinking too much wine.

And Jian Tianqi was already so drunk that he fell asleep.

Feng Zhe was about to close the door of the back seat and go to the front seat, but Jian Tianqi grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go. He turned around, only to see Jian Tianqi muttering inaudible dreams.

Feng Zhe had no choice but to sit in the back seat as well.

Before the driver came, Feng Zhe let him lie on his lap, and looked down at Jian Tianqi who was sleeping soundly. The closed but vivid eyebrows were a scene Feng Zhe hadn't seen for a long time.

The breathing on the lap gradually eased, only Jian Tianqi's hand was still holding Feng Zhe's.

"Is this what you hoped for?"

Feng Zhe looked away from Jian Tianqi, and then looked out the empty car window.

He remembered why he rejected Jian Tianqi at that time.

Not only because he can't treat a man as a lover, but also because he can't regard his best friend as a lover.