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"...My wife is a ghost," Yan Shaoqian struggled to break free from him, "Isn't it a shame that you were taken back to the village by me? You wish to die to show your ambition. Turn around and stab me to death and you will take away my hilltop , do you have a conscience?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong," Shen Zhuo tried to appease the irritable King Yan, "At first I thought you were no different from ordinary bandits, but I realized the difference after you died, but you died too early, and I didn't The chance is redeemed, so..."

"So you have been good to me in this life?" Yan Shaoqian's eyelids twitched, he sat back on the hospital bed, and patted the seat next to him, "Come on, sit down, please have a good chat with me today, Mr. Shen, tell me What did you do to my cottage after I died."

Shen Jue was inexplicably guilty: "I really didn't do anything, I just carried forward the Shenying Village for you..."

"Promote it?" Yan Shaoqian sneered, "Then what did you become in the end?"

Shen Zhuo suddenly fell silent, and he sighed after a long while: "Afterwards, many things happened, the situation was turbulent, dynasties changed, and you are in a village where a tiger hides a dragon, and it is difficult to be alone in troubled times, so..."

Yan Shaoqian's heart skipped a beat: "Shenying Village has been disbanded?"

"That will happen many years later," Shen Zhuo cast his eyes into the distance, "but don't worry, they all found their own masters and found a better place to go. If I don't disband Shenying Village, they will be reluctant." Leave, that way, this stockade will no longer be a shelter for them to settle down, but a cage."

Yan Shaoqian did not refute.

The original intention of the previous head to build the Shenying Village was indeed to provide shelter for the homeless. He also said that he never restricted anyone from going or staying. When he took over, he still kept this tradition. .

It's just that his personal charm is too great, and none of the brothers who came in wanted to leave.

He sighed, not surprised by the final outcome of the village. When he was still alive, the situation was already in jeopardy. The building was in a state of collapse, and the dynasty would change sooner or later.

So he asked: "What about you? Where did you go after the disbandment of the village? You also chose the Ming Lord and entered the court as an official?"

"I..." Shen Jue smiled wryly, "I thought about it, but unfortunately I was already seriously ill at that time, and I didn't have the energy to think about it. I could only find a clean place to recuperate, but the medical conditions in ancient times were not good. Still dead."

Yan Shaoqian said that it was a problem with your physique, and he was a little surprised and said, "I thought you would surely live a long life with such a scourge."

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Mr. Shen was silent for half a minute: "In terms of social harm, you are much bigger than me, how dare you say don't do harm?"

"Alas," Yan Shaoqian sighed, "How can I be harmful to society? The laws of this era restrict me to such a degree that I can't even control a group of teenage kids, and I'm still endangering others. You think too highly of me."

Shen Zhuo aimed at his waist, his eyes became gloomy: "I will make them regret what they have done."

Yan Shaoqian: "Just talk but don't practice fake tricks, and your top priority now is to quickly restore the company's image-have you dealt with the video thing?"

"Don't worry about it, the public relations team is handling it," Shen Jue said, "but there was an accident in the middle?"

"What accident?"

Yan Shaoqian's phone was taken for testing, so Shen Jue took out his own and opened Weibo: "Take a look."

Yesterday's video is still there, and the number of comments and reposts is already very high. Besides this, Yan Shaoqian also saw some unexpected things——

"Where did these photos come from?!" He looked astonished, "I see that this place is not your office, what kind of place is this, a hotel? Home?"

The photos are all nude photos of Shen Jue, and the shooting angles are different. There are a few photos of Shen Juan looking at the camera, which don't seem to be secretly taken.

Some photos were automatically blocked by Weibo because they were too large, but it is estimated that many people have saved them and spread them.

Yan Shaoqian felt 1 shocks in his heart—these photos obviously did not come from the company's camera, and judging by the pensive expression in the photos, he should know that someone was taking pictures of him.

Then the source of the photo can only be...

He looked up in disbelief: "Have you checked my phone?"

Shen Jue nodded: "You guessed it right, it was leaked from your mobile phone. There is an encrypted file in the cloud disk of your mobile phone, which is full of photos - of course, not just nude photos, but all kinds of life photos. Most of them are mine, the nude photos are only a small part, after being copied by them, they deliberately put them together, and they made up a total of ten or so photos."

Yan Shaoqian was stunned after hearing this - is there a photo of Shen Jue in the cloud disk of his mobile phone?

Why doesn't he know it himself?

Looking at his expression, Shen Jue already guessed something: "Don't tell me, you don't know the existence of this file?"

"……I really do not know."

It's so weird.

He obviously has all the memories of this body, why doesn't he remember that he took so many photos of Shen Zhuo and uploaded them to the cloud disk?

Shen Zhuo sighed, looking at him with distressed eyes: "The last photo was uploaded on Valentine's Day this year, do you still remember what happened at that time?"

Yan Shaoqian tried his best to think back, and said uncertainly, "You confessed your love to me?"

Confession on Valentine's Day should be something Mr. Shen can do.

However, he seems to be confessing his love every day.

After listening to Shen Zhuo, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he smiled wryly: "No, I didn't do anything."

"But why do I remember...you gave me flowers?"

"That's your own imagination." Shen Jue hardly had the heart to say this fact, "On Valentine's Day, I couldn't be with you because of a business trip, so I only called you at night, and then I On the phone, I said something I shouldn't have said."

Yan Shaoqian didn't remember this paragraph at all, so he followed him and asked, "What words?"

Shen Zhuo: "I asked if you missed me, you said yes, I said I can't go back today, I will accompany you when I get home in two days, let you go to bed early, don't worry, after all, the time we have in the future It's still long."

There is still a long time to come...

"At the time, I didn't think there was anything wrong with those words," Shen Zhuo lowered his eyes, his voice became lower and lower, "But you seemed to be stimulated by these words, although you didn't show anything at the time..."

"Wait," Yan Shaoqian interrupted him suddenly, "Stop talking."

"……it is good."

Yan Shaoqian pinched his eyebrows, feeling that this was really unbelievable.

He already understood what happened on Valentine's Day, because of Shen Zhuo's unintentional words, the former words were more thoughtful than money.

Shen Zhuo said "the days are still long", but in his case, this sentence is not valid.

It was such an ordinary sentence that became the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattered his inner fantasy, and became the knife that cut off his reason.

The tilt of the balance requires only one extra feather.

So he chose to make a clean break, never uploaded photos to the cloud disk again, and even forced himself to forget what had happened, and walked to a dead end three months later.

Then, is the beginning of this him now.

"That is to say..." Yan Shaoqian said the answer in a trembling voice, "I used to like you too? Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken so many photos of you, but because of your words, I don't think it's possible for us to be together , even if we are together, it will not last long, so in order not to cause this situation, I actively chose to quit, and kept suggesting to myself, I have never responded to you, I have never liked you, I have never taken photos of you, That way you don't feel too much guilt, right?"

"...Not exactly, you really didn't respond to me clearly," Shen Jue looked a little tired, "But, I know you like me, I know this very well, it's not that I'm narcissistic. Otherwise, I would I won't let go for so long, I'm not a dog skin plaster."

Yan Shaoqian felt very tired.

Why bother?

After a long circle, why bother?

what is this?Crush?A crush who both know?

If you have the time to eat something good, isn't it delicious?

He couldn't breathe in his chest, and felt that he was going to have a heart attack, so he put his arm around the other's shoulder: "Give me a cigarette, thank you."

"Not very good," Shen Zhuo politely rejected him, "This is a ward, no smoking."

"...Then give me a lollipop for the head office?"

"This is fine." Shen Zhuo didn't know why he prepared this kind of thing, and took a handful out of his pocket, "Here, what flavor do you want..."

Yan Shao snatched all the money, picked one at random, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, then stared straight at the other party: "I'm asking you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully."

"You ask."

"Am I ill? Tell me?"

"..."

This question stumped Mr. Shen, who had an IQ of [-]. He forced a smile: "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

"I think I expressed it very clearly," Yan Shaoqian said with a serious face, "Please answer 'truthfully'."

"...Okay," Shen Zhuo compromised, "You are indeed sick. Last time at the Public Security Bureau, you insisted that you had killed someone. I said you were mentally ill. I am not joking. If they need it, I will definitely Can come up with a certificate issued by the hospital."

Yan Shaoqian was a little reconciled: "I didn't lie to you, I did kill people, and more people died in my hands than the employees of your Haichen company—it was just in my previous life."

Shen Zhuo: "Well, now I believe it."

Yan Shaoqian thought of something again, and his expression became a little strange: "So, you were not particularly surprised by the series of actions I took after I woke up. Even if I wanted to be a toll collector, you indulged me, because of this?"

Shen Jue touched his nose, and said with a guilty conscience: "It's almost..."

"Oh," Yan Shaoqian calmed down, "So you have always regarded me as mentally ill."

Shen Jue felt even more guilty: "Don't take it as it is, you are..."

Yan Shaoqian originally wanted to hate him, but suddenly changed his mind: "I suddenly had an idea, mental illness kills people..."

Shen Zhuo listened, and quickly reached out to cover his mouth: "Brother Buyan, you have no idea! We can't be like those bastards. The meaning of the law is to protect rather than hurt. Forget about this idea, hurry up."

"Why are you nervous!" Yan Shaoqian managed to break free from him, "I was just thinking about it, isn't the law prohibiting dreaming?"

"..."

"But what you said is not entirely correct," Yan Shaoqian said, "The purpose of the law is indeed to protect, but it is a tool in itself—that group of bastards can use it, and so can I."

Shen Jue's heart tightened: "What are you doing?"

"I want to make trouble," Yan Shaoqian said, biting the lollipop into pieces, "Get ready, Mr. Shen, I want to meet that little bastard."