After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

Cheng Jianyu lowered his jaw slightly and listened with a serious expression. Jiang Yan can be sought after by everyone in the entertainment circle, and his success and fame are indispensable without the help of this face.

Even though he used to be Wen Yueming's substitute, the sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes is not what Cheng Jianyu likes, but he is still very exciting, with arched brows and thin eyelid skin. ready to go.

If we use animals as a metaphor, Jiang Yan is like the majestic lion king on the African grasslands, while Wen Yueming is a slow-moving stag in the tropical jungle, one is a carnivore at the top of the food chain, and the other is an elegant and dignified intellectual .

If these words were written a few years ago, Cheng Jianyu's heart would probably be pounding a few times, but now his heart is dying and numb.

"Jiang Yan, we can't be together, don't waste your energy on me."

Jiang Yan looked soft and stubborn, with a smile in his eyes, "You know me, I like to make the impossible possible."

In his heart, he was not as sure as he said, but being able to sit here today and talk to Cheng Jianyu calmly was like seeing the dawn of hope.

Cheng Jianyu didn't know what to do with him, so he simply kept silent, cleaned up the medicine box, and read slowly with a book.

Ah Sheng didn't get stuck in traffic today, and he came in time. Jiang Yan stood up slowly on crutches, and before leaving, he asked casually, "How will you spend the Spring Festival this year?"

"Go home." Cheng Jianyu cherished words like gold.

Jiang Yan stared at him persistently, hooked the corner of his mouth, and deliberately suppressed his voice and said, "Okay, I wish you a happy new year."

Cheng Jianyu replied politely: "Happy New Year."

In the silence of the night, there were a few thin and long cat meows, softly moaning like /chun, which fit Jiang Yan's heart, looked straight at him, and said without changing his face and heartbeat: "Yes You and I will be happy."

Ah Sheng stood between the two, looking left and right, as if discovering a new continent. When did the atmosphere become so harmonious?

Jiang Yan didn't expect Cheng Jianyu to reply, he hummed a cheerful English folk song, his empty heart seemed to be swollen with cotton, filled with a sweet feeling, his mood was like sitting in a hot air balloon, rising steadily, not to mention how happy he was.

This was the happiest night for him in the nearly six months since the breakup.

Crossing the new year, the weather is like a child's face, changing as soon as it is said, the day before yesterday was sunny, the day after tomorrow was cold and windy, and the down jackets all over the street reappeared.

Cheng Jianyu was leaning on an office chair, the air conditioner tirelessly provided heating services, and the air humidifier on the table sprayed moist white mist, and the air was filled with the aroma of sea salt.

On the white mechanical keyboard, the knuckle-boned hands stopped and moved from time to time, making crackling noises. After Cheng Jianyu finished writing the script, he frowned and checked everything.

The male protagonist’s confession is like reading a eulogy, and the female protagonist’s reaction is like attending a funeral. Compared with a love scene, this is more like a funeral propaganda film.

It's so sad.

In this scene, he was stuck for a month, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't imagine the reaction of the two lovers. He began to regret agreeing to help Xitang write the script. Love is beyond his ability. The world is gone.

He moved the mouse, clicked on "The Cloud Chasing the Moon" written by Yan Rong, and repeatedly pondered the mental journey of the hero and heroine. Touching.

At this point, Cheng Jianyu felt ashamed, propped his chin and sighed quietly, took out his mobile phone to send Yan Rong a message, in the name of inviting a great writer to drink coffee, but in fact he was stealing a teacher.

The coffee shop is located in a nearby commercial street, and the environment and atmosphere are very warm. Yan Rong smiled when he saw him. Cheng Jianyu wore a simple white down jacket that reached to the knees, with the zipper open, and slim jeans on the lower body. Martin boots clinging to the calf, neat and clean The cashier at the front desk craned his neck to look at him.

"Xiaoyu, do you really not consider changing careers to become an artist? It's a pity with your hardware!"

"The software facilities can't keep up, so I can't eat this bowl of rice." Cheng Jianyu took off his heavy down jacket and sat down.

Yan Rong pressed the service bell, ordered coffee, and still smiled, "Is there a bottleneck?"

Cheng Jianyu pretended to be surprised, "Mr. Yan has a clever plan, and you can see it."

"Tell me, I'll help you change your mind." Yan Rong knew him well, and Cheng Jianyu didn't like to socialize. Apart from encountering creative problems, he really couldn't think of a second reason to ask him out.

Cheng Jianyu leaned back on the rattan chair with slack shoulders, and said sincerely, "Mr. Yan, I want to ask you how to write a love story."

Yan Rong was slightly stunned, looked him over slowly, and sat upright, "For a long time, actors have been divided into two types, experience school and method school. Skills to understand characters, so as to express emotions instead of characters, I think screenwriters can also be divided into experiential and methodological schools, which one are you?"

Cheng Jianyu frowned slightly, and was still thinking about it, Yan Rong replied for him: "From my reading of your script, I think you are an experiential school."

"Where did you get it?" Cheng Jianyu asked.

Yan Rong took a sip of coffee, looked at it carefully, mixed with complexity, "Because I am also an experientialist, when I read your script, I have felt the feeling between the lines of your words."

Cheng Jianyu smiled, sat up straight, put his hands on the edge of the table, and looked like a good student who listened carefully to the class.

Yan Rong said: "The advantage of the experiential school is that it can write more specific and full-bodied characters, but the disadvantage is that if you don't have experienced feelings, you can't express them in words. I guess the reason why you ask me this question is because you don't have any experience." Have you ever experienced the feeling of knowing and loving each other?"

Cheng Jianyu just smiled and said nothing, and picked up the coffee pot with one hand. Yan Rong had strange eyes, as if thinking of something, suddenly stretched out his hand, and his fingers suddenly touched each other. Cheng Jianyu's hand was as cold as ever, and he let go of the coffee pot handle almost immediately. Simply withdraw your hand.

Yan Rong looked at him thoughtfully, Cheng Jianyu looked as usual, it seemed that it was just a hallucination, Yan Rong remained calm, poured coffee for him, and asked casually: "Xiao Yu, have you ever had the feeling that you like someone , but you don't want to be with him?"

The coffee was sour, Cheng Jianyu frowned slightly, unwilling to answer this question.

Like Yan Rong, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, knows countless people, and has a clear mind, he sighed, and continued: "Because the panic of loss overwhelmed the expectation of love, have you ever experienced this kind of experience?"

Cheng Jianyu's face was pale, and his clear eyes looked at Yan Rong without blinking.

Yan Rong cherishes talents, he is a businessman who is rolling in money, and his body is full of copper stink, so he especially values ​​those who are noble, lonely, and have artistic pursuits. Said: "I once read this book on feelings, and there is a very interesting theory. The author believes that human love will also have ptsd, that is, post-traumatic stress disorder. , will avoid in-depth intimate contact from now on.”

Cheng Jianyu smiled, and debunked calmly, "Mr. Yan, you want to say that I have emotional ptsd."

"This kind of mental illness is commonly known as love incapacity." Yan Rong said slowly.

No wonder from the first time we met, he thought Cheng Jianyu was very cold. Now that I think about it, it's not cold, but cold. After five years of career as a gunman, all works are signed by others, the pearl is dusty, and life is dark. , but Cheng Jianyu seemed that these things did not happen to him, his eyes were so beautiful, without any trace of pain.

Unless he has realized the greater pain, which is more painful than the destruction of the future.

The touch just now was a small experiment, and the result was as he predicted. The most prominent feature of this mental illness is avoidance of physical contact with others, and on the surface, it is a perfect lover, gentle and considerate, and meticulous.

The love between Cheng Jianyu and Jiang Yan in the south is vivid, and both Cheng Jianyu and Jiang Yan are in line.

Cheng Jianyu tapped the rim of the coffee cup lightly with his index finger, with a half-smile, "Mr. Yan, thank you for your popular science, but I'm not sick."

He stood up, picked up the snow-white down jacket from the chair, and shrugged casually, "I'll go back and watch a few more love movies to find inspiration, and we'll talk next time when I have time."

Yan Rong hesitated to speak, and sighed quietly while holding his forehead.

Parked the car at the entrance of the commercial street square, Cheng Jianyu looked up at the roof of the car, lowered the window glass, folded his hands, resting his chin on the back of his hands, lay quietly on the window, watching people coming and going.

The side entrance of the shopping mall is a movie theater, and a huge promotional poster is released from the roof. The same-sex couple is dancing tango in the dark blue screen, the eyes are sweet, and the love is flowing. The slogan is "long life, please spend it with the one you love" .”

The publicity and development company has put in great effort to build a pink heart-shaped arch at the entrance of the theater, with neon lights shining brightly, and couples taking selfies under the arch. Turning his head, the girl mischievously kissed him on the cheek, as sweet as the poster.

Cheng Jianyu lost the interest to continue watching. He stopped his gaze in the rearview mirror for a few seconds, looked at his face, touched his thin lips lightly, and whispered the words "love is impotent".

When Yan Rong said these three words, the blood all over his body instantly congealed, and the cold air rushed around. It was so cold that he was so dull and naive. Tread, this knife was stuck in the deepest part of his heart, involving a deadly artery, pulling it out would kill him, but if he didn't pull it out, he would be doomed to be lonely for the rest of his life.

Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. He wants to be like ordinary people. He has never experienced a warm family. He will adopt a child in the future and the family of three will be happy.

Instead of being alone forever.

Cheng Jianyu covered his eyes with trembling hands, eyelashes trembling in the palm of his hand, telling himself to calm down over and over again, what Yan Rong said was just speculation, not necessarily true.

He said in a low voice in his heart, since he likes Wen Yueming, why not give it a try?If he took this step, wouldn't it prove that what Yan Rong said was all false?

He took a deep breath, the tense lines of his shoulders and neck trembled slightly, he slowly put down his hands, put both hands on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the hospital without hesitation.

On weekdays, the hospital was deserted and deserted. Cheng Jianyu draped his down jacket in his arms and strode into the office. There were two rooms in total. Inside was a separate emergency ward with a clean curtain hanging. Wen Yueming was wearing a white coat and stood with his hands folded In front of the film lamp, the CT film of the observation group, the milky white light shines on the thin glasses lens, reflecting a section of clarity.

Turning around after hearing the sound, he tilted his head and smiled. When his eyes made contact, it was as if the bow of a ship hit an iceberg violently. Cheng Jianyu's quiet heart was in turmoil. Do you really want to do this?

Wen Yueming glanced at the room and said in a low voice, "What a coincidence that you came, Jiang..."

"Mr. Wen."

Cheng Jianyu plucked up his courage, turned his head to the side and kissed him accurately. During the exchange of breaths, the deep eyes behind the lenses were slightly startled, and the original calmness disappeared, replaced by a smile that reached the bottom of the eyes.

The familiar perfume smell is stronger than ever. Wen Yueming's lips are exactly the same as Jiang Yan's, which is not suitable for kissing. Cheng Jianyu's breath forms a layer of white mist on the lens, as if casting magic.

Wen Yueming touched his cheek with his fingertips and rubbed it lightly.

Cheng Jianyu was momentarily at a loss.

A few seconds later, he heard the sound of "booming" and the sound of metal falling to the ground. From the corner of his vision, he saw a nurse coming out of the inner room, and the hand tray fell to the ground in shock. The thread that was removed was deep blood brown.

Jiang Yan leaned on a crutch and stood behind the nurse. His tall and straight figure cast a long shadow on the ground.

The surrounding is quiet and only the sound of breathing can be heard.

The author has something to say: "Let Forgive Green Fly"

Jiang Yan: I just want you to translate, what is a surprise!

Jian Yu: This is a surprise.

Jiang Yan: Translate it for me, what the hell is a surprise!What a fucking surprise!

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"The True Young Master Doesn't Want to Inherit the Family Business" by Shanhai Bubble

【case】

On the eve of her tenth birthday, Tang Xing was found by her biological parents, and overnight she changed from a poor boy to a genuine young master of a Meng enterprise.

And the fake young master Meng Yunzhou is already a business genius who is studying for a master's degree at d university.Sitting on seventeen patents at a young age, with a proud expression and cold eyes in the photos in the magazine, he is truly the proud son of heaven.

With such a strong opponent, my friends were worried about Tang Xing.

"This kid is by no means easy to fool, you will definitely have a hard time in the future!"

"Look at this, it's as if someone owes him thousands of dollars, little Xingxing, be careful!"

Tang Xing, who was lying on the sofa, went in his left ear and out his right ear, and checked the company shares in his hand.

From now on, Meng Yunzhou will be in charge of the company as a cow and a horse, and he will get a considerable dividend every year. Is there a second such good thing in the world?

In order to implement "being a cow and a horse", Tang Xing knocked on the door of Meng Yunzhou's room late at night.

"Brother, let's discuss something."

Meng Yunzhou turned around and took out the pile of documents: "No need to discuss, sign here, the parents are yours, the family property is yours, I will leave the house without leaving the house."

Tang Xing was furious: You just give up like this? !

Meng Yunzhou's peach blossom eyes slightly curved: suits are expensive, but I prefer white coats.

Tang Xing was dazzled by that smile.

A few years later--

Friends hoped for the stars and the moon, and finally waited until Tang Xing regained his property, but he seemed unhappy.

Tang Xing threw his suit: Damn it, I'm a cow by day and a horse by night, I'm quitting!

Meng Yunzhou pinched his lower back and called softly: "Xing Xing."

Friends: "Huh??? What happened???"

"It's nothing," Tang Xing picked up his suit, "Don't persuade me, I can still work for another 500 years!"