Boyfriend Simulator [Quick Transmigration]

Although Shu Yang agreed to let Zhu Mei join, Shang Chen still didn't feel the thrill of victory that he should have had.

He was lying on his back on the bed in a dark room, his heart was empty.

Here, it seems that there should be something else. Shang Chen raised his wrist and looked closely in front of his eyes. On his white wrist, blue and red blood vessels could be clearly seen, but apart from these, there was nothing white and clean on it. nothing.

Shang Chen let go of his hands a little decadently, and turned over in agitation.

There used to be a tattoo on his wrist, with a name that Shang Chen would never forget in his life.

He gently rubbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and found out the original appearance of the pattern in his memory - here is a rose, with twisted stems and leaves covered with long thorns, and the initials of that person wrapped in the middle, very Obscure, but those who are familiar with Shang Chen can see it at a glance.

"Like the thorn bird and the heart full of holes, I look a little creepy." This is what Sun Haohao said to him before shaking his shoulders.

Shang Chen nodded indifferently, and pulled off the sleeve without any trace, covering the red and swollen tattoo.

It was tattooed yesterday, and it still hurts a little. Shang Chen pouted, picked up the pen on the corner of the table, and tried to distract himself by doing homework.

The cool buddy with a shaved head told him yesterday during the tattooing session that after thinking about it, it will leave a mark for a lifetime. Don't regret it later, even if you wash it, it will still leave marks.

He bit his lip, nodded vigorously, tattoo, he said.

Even so, I still want to keep something that belongs to that person in myself.Shang Chen took a deep breath, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The conversation on the phone was still the same as yesterday, and the phrase "I'm with Xiaoting" flashed faintly, making people's eyes astringent.

Xia Wenbai is his name.

Shang Chen turned off the phone, and scenes flashed in his mind, like an old-fashioned player, intermittent, and even the conversation was blurred, but the appearance of the man became more and more clear, almost Torture people to the limit.

Shang Chen thinks that he is a person who has no feelings, and he is good to his parents and friends around him.No excessive language, unnecessary actions.

He shut himself off, as if that way he wouldn't get hurt, wouldn't be affected by his parents' failed marriage.

But it is never the sharpest sword and wind and frost that breaks people, but the words of the person who cares the most.

Shang Chen handled the bloody tissue and put it in the booklet like a treasure.

That was the first time Xia Wenbai talked to him, and that was the first time Shang Chen saw the light.

From high school to university, Shang Chen has been working hard to get close to this person, and even began to imitate him unconsciously. When he found out, he had gone too far on this road, and there was no way to turn back.

"You just admit death," Sun Haohao, who is in the same dormitory, often criticizes him like this.

"How many years? It's been four years?" Sun Haohao patted him on the shoulder to make him give up, "Look at his attitude, he comes and goes when he is called," he paused and said: " I'm not saying he's not good...it's just, Xiaochen, you met the wrong person."

is it wrong?

Shang Chen lowered his eyes and broke his fingers, "But, he treats me very well, and we've been together for a while..."

Being together...Shang Chen didn't know if it counted or not, he followed Xia Wenbai's footsteps to this university, watched the back of the person in front of him, and kept approaching.

Xia Wenbai hugged him and kissed him, and they held hands together in the quiet library.

The best time is devoted to this person, writing reports for him all night, getting up in the middle of the night because of his words in the middle of winter to buy supper, practicing guitar for him until ten fingers are worn out and bleeding, and when he has a fever I have to grit my teeth and accompany him to class, because of what he said, "I'm not used to the days without Shang Chen by my side"...

Habit is such a terrible word, love to the end, even Shang Chen himself can't tell whether it's because he likes it, or because he's used to being nice to him over the years.

I also thought about letting go, but when I turned around, I realized that the brand of "Xia Wenbai" was marked everywhere on the road I walked in the past few years.It was shocking to see.

Shang Chen's meticulously maintained relationship is only as thin as a chicken egg. Under the pressure of reality and society, she is overwhelmed and eventually ends up in fragments.

He read that text message for a long time, and he could even imagine his appearance and tone when he said this.

Under the black glasses frame are a pair of soft eyes, which is very reassuring when looking at people.

He didn't have many words, and even his tone was indifferent. This person he loved for so many years didn't even have the courage to meet him. He just sent a casual text message and ended this outrageously unfair relationship.

He was left standing there alone, covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

It turned out that he didn't have no feelings, but that he hid it deeply. When he met the person he thought he would tell the whole story, and in the end there was nothing left, only his dry soul.

Shang Chen still remembers the ridicule and abuse those people gave him, the marks they left on him, and that afternoon, when such a gentle young man in flowing light stretched out his hands to him, and said softly, "Wipe it off."

……

"Xiaochen, you know that it is impossible for me to be with you forever," Xia Wenbai said to him that day apologetically, "I am the only child in my family, and my parents also hope that I can start a family and start a business earlier..."

Shang Chen waved his hands weakly, hugged his neck and said, "I know, I know..."

"Then you go, I... It's not that you can't live independently without me," Shang Chen tried hard to restrain his trembling voice, and bit Xia Wenbai's shoulder hard, "If you want to go, go quickly ...so as not to be an eyesore in front of me."

His tone was firm, but the arms he held were locked tighter and tighter, and Xia Wenbai frowned.

He patted Shang Chen's arm to comfort him.The two hugged like that for a long time, neither of them spoke, and the silence drowned them like a flood.

Until Xia Wenbai moved all his things out of the rental house, Shang Chen didn't shed a single tear. He just stood indifferently at the door, watching the people from the moving company come in and out, and emptied all the good things that once belonged to the two of them.

It was like digging out a tumor that had grown on his body for a long time, Shang Chen looked at the empty room and thought a little disgusted.

Life would be clean without the wood, Shang Chen lowered his eyes, and saw a mug broken on the ground, with a photo of two people printed on it, the bright smiling face looked hideous now.

It’s just that sometimes I’m a little lonely. When Shang Chen habitually turned his head to look at the living room after cooking, he suddenly remembered that Xia Wenbai had moved out, and he would never see him holding his glasses in the living room again. Look for the figure of the remote control.

He leaned on the door frame of the kitchen and slowly squatted down. There was white smoke floating above the tomato and egg drop soup without green onions, and a table of delicacies was lonely inside.

Shang Chen's tears suddenly fell uncontrollably, and his heart felt as if someone had squeezed him hard, pulling him from the inside out, causing pain.

It hurts to get the tattoo too, but not at all as painful as the years he's had.

Shang Chen picked up his phone after returning home after tattooing, and replied "Congratulations" as if masochistic, and then deleted all Xia Wenbai's contact information.

He didn't want him to forget anything, but he wanted him to always remember that Xia Wenbai, with the absurdity of the past few years, was deeply burned in his heart until it scabbed and cocooned.

And that tattoo.

Shang Chen put down the hand that was caressing, and the pillow was wet.

Forget it... Not thinking about these nonsense, Shang Chen rubbed the sore corners of his eyes in a distasteful manner, and closed his eyes in the dark.

My mind was very empty, 0911 didn't say good night tonight.

Gradually fell asleep, and the dream was chaotic, those familiar and unfamiliar faces alternated on one person's face, and before he had time to see clearly, another person's appearance appeared.

Shang Chen struggled to make a sound, but he couldn't. Anxiety and panic slowly spread in his heart, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

0911 looked up after processing the documents just now, and saw that Shang Chen was already asleep, so he didn't bother him.

When he was about to report back to the headquarters, he suddenly noticed something strange about him.

Having nightmares again?

0911 calls out the content of Shang Chen's dream, and skillfully breaks through the screen and enters his dream.

The dream this time was a little different from the previous ones. Shang Chen stood in the middle of the chaos, and there was someone standing there looking at him. Noisy voices kept coming out of the mouth of the person who couldn't see the face clearly, echoing in the void. , Makes the scalp numb.

"Don't, don't come here," Shang Chen murmured in a low voice, hugging his head helplessly, his shoulders trembling.

"I'm so scared..." He paled, "Is anyone there? Please... Is there anyone..."

His palm was warm, and someone quietly took his hand.

Shang Chen looked up in horror, the person holding her hand was still blurry, his face was obscured by the strong light, and his expression was very nice, he said, "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

"I'm here." That nice voice said, "Shang Chen, I will always be here in the future."

"Hold my hand, will you?"

Shang Chen held that warm hand back in a daze. The voice of this person was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. Shang Chen couldn't remember it in a trance, but just stared blankly at the man who was much taller than him. People, there is no reason to give birth to trust in the heart.

The man reached out and touched his cheek.The palm was very warm and thick, and Shang Chen couldn't help rubbing his palm.

0911 paused, and Shang Chen in front of him let go of his daytime defenses, his haggard face looked distressing.There was water in his eyes, like the misty fog in the winter morning.

Xiao Jiu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he put his arms around Shang Chen's shoulders, and pulled him into his arms with all his strength.

The heart in his chest was beating, Shang Chen lay obediently on his chest, his face was very close, Xiao Jiu felt that the skin on that area was going to burn.

Some shortness of breath, something in 0911's heart was clamoring, breaking through the limit, making people's blood boil.But he didn't do anything, he just hugged Shang Chen quietly, protecting him in his arms, and patted his back repeatedly.

"I..." What did he want to say?That sentence seemed to be blurted out, but 0911 still couldn't speak it out.

It was the first time he had encountered such a thing, his heart was beating so fast, as if it was about to burst out of his chest, his body was a little out of conscious control, 0911 mechanically stroked Shang Chen's back until he completely relaxed.

I had to leave here, 0911 put the calm Shang Chen in a quiet place, and ran out of Shang Chen's dream in a panic.

The people in the headquarters were still in a hurry, and 0911 walked among them with his head down, trying to demonstrate his panic in this way.

The transparent pillar in the hall was still continuously transporting small golden dots upwards. 0911 stepped on the smooth floor, holding the sorted information report in his hand.

A colleague beside him walked too quickly, and suddenly bumped into 0911's shoulder.

He was not thinking about it, and if he was not careful, the documents in his hand were scattered on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the colleague put down the things in his hands in a panic, and began to help 0911 pick up the pages of documents on the ground.

0911 smiled at him, and his fingers stopped on a page of notes scattered on the ground. The content inside made him pause, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"Shang Chen, male, 24 years old, born on October 1995, 2019, died on July [-], [-], falling from a building."