Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

The figure at the door made Han Xiyou feel as if he had passed away. In those days of darkness and embarrassment, there was not a day when he didn't want to see this figure, even in his dreams, he would find the light and stand beside him.

But when the person who once thought about it day and night really stood in front of him, his heart became extraordinarily peaceful. Maybe the wound that he needed to heal had scabbed over, maybe the years had taken away all the resentment and concern.

Meng Lin, Han Xiyou felt that he could face this person calmly now, and even patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Hey! Long time no see."

"I don't agree!" Meng Lin was still wearing a formal suit, and he was full of travel and dust.

Han Xiyou smiled slightly and took Lan Jia's hand and walked down from the side. Zhang Qin immediately came to the stage and announced the end of the press conference.

Even so, none of the people present moved. Meng Lin came back. On such an occasion, what did he say just now?disagree?Everyone smelled something unusual, and a good show was about to be staged here.

But the parties did not give them such a chance, Han Xiyou walked towards Meng Lin generously, put his arms around his shoulders, and the two of them went to the lounge through the side door together like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Zhang Qin and the security guards stopped the frenzied reporters, and couldn't help frowning. Meng Lin's purpose in coming back at this time must not be pure, but he is also a celebrity in the film and television industry now, and those who fawn on him have to be excluded. Three Streets, what did he want from Han Xiyou?

The moment the door closed, Han Xiyou immediately withdrew his arm that was on Meng Lin's body. He was never a magnanimous person. He was so magnanimous that he was set up by others, pushed into the fire pit, and then returned with kindness. That's not him.

Even though he can face this person calmly now, he will never forget what Meng Lin has done to him.

When he was young, he had the courage to betray the world to love this person. He was not afraid of being criticized by others, or being stabbed with a knife, but what he was afraid of was that the knife was actually held in the hands of his lover. As long as he thought of this, the ruthless past They would crazily laugh at his innocence, ignorance and his poor love.

"Long time no see, Meng Lin, this is my lover, Lan Jia." Han Xiyou put his arms around Lan Jia's waist, and introduced to the person in front of him with a smile.

Meng Lin lowered his head and rubbed his face, holding Han Xiyou's hand, with a very familiar smile on his face, "... Ting Wen, I, I'm back... You don't need to find a substitute."

On Meng Lin's face was an obsession that surprised both Han Xiyou and Lan Jia, and there was remorse, regret, and even a trace of madness in his eyes.

Han Xiyou pulled out his hand, and said calmly to the person in front of him, "Meng Lin, we will still be friends from now on. This is the greatest forgiveness I can give you in my life."

Meng Lin's body suddenly began to tremble, and the tears pouring out of his eyes drowned too many emotions. He tightly grasped Han Xiyou's arm, like a person holding driftwood in the flood, "You can't do this to me. You can't!" His voice was shrill but kept trembling, and he looked at Han Xiyou as if begging, "It was you who made me like this, it was you...you can't let me go..."

Han Xiyou suddenly felt a sense of sadness from the bottom of his heart. If he changed Meng Lin, then who changed him?Wasn't he the one who was thrown out like trash a few years ago?

Lan Jia tightly held Han Xiyou's hand and stood in front of him, her face was serious like never before, "Meng Lin, this is the first time we met, I should have said hello, but I really can't say such a hypocritical two In a word, as an adult, I hope you can be responsible for what you have done and said, if you have not lost your memory, then you should remember what you did back then."

"It was you who destroyed everything about Xiyou with your own hands. He was slandered, insulted and even hid from the music scene, and he was forced to quit the music scene. All of this is thanks to you, right? Who gave you the courage to make you today Can you stand in front of him and say such hateful words? I don't have time to participate in your past, but I just want to say a word." Lan Jia pointed to the man behind him, "He is really blind, but you are not fake!"

"What do you know! You are just a substitute!" Meng Lin pointed gloomily at Lan Jia's nose. It's all this person. It would be great if he didn't show up. Then Han Xiyou would have been waiting for him to come back. The man will still be his.

Han Xiyou hugged Lan Jia into his arms from behind, looked at Meng Lin and said, "Wake up, he is not someone's substitute, he is the one I love, the only one, forever, understand? "

"... Ting Wen, didn't we used to be very in love?" Meng Lin ignored his gaffe, choked up with tears streaming down his face: "Ting Wen, I'm sorry, you know, I couldn't help it at the time, I couldn't resist, I can't let myself be destroyed, but I'm back! I can fight everything with you now, look at me, okay? Okay?"

Han Xiyou sighed, the temperature in his arms kept stroking his heart, and the warmth was poured in continuously, supporting him to say the following words with a smile on his face.

"Meng Lin, trust is very fragile. Once it is delivered and cannot be taken back, it can only be crushed." Han Xiyou reached out to wipe away the tears on his face, and said slowly: "There are so many gatherings in this world for It’s a small foreshadowing for the parting in the future, and we just walked a certain distance together, don’t make the nostalgia longer than the past, so no one can get rid of it, right? Let’s look forward.”

Meng Lin only felt that the never-before-seen desolation gradually filled his heart. He often thought of that person's warm embrace and bright smiling face after so many years abroad. He didn't realize until he wanted to put away all the flooded memories He couldn't get rid of a poison called Han Xiyou.

He suppressed himself, tried his best to forget what happened in the past, and told himself that he didn't love Han Xiyou, but when he heard the song "Southern Wind Returns Late", the dry well in his heart suddenly gushed out a huge current that could no longer be restrained.

But...has he missed it?

Meng Lin stared blankly at Han Xiyou, then staggered away with a smile uglier than crying.

Han Xiyou heaved a sigh of relief, buried his head in Lan Jia's neck, and tried his best to absorb the smell and temperature of the person in his arms.It was great for him to meet and have Lan Jia.

Lan Jia turned around and caressed his face, and said softly, "Xiyou, let's go home."

If love leads to a barren end, let him become a dandelion, and the wind will take his seeds to cover the green shade, quietly waiting for the arrival of that person.