intracranial fetters

It's midsummer, and the sun outside is very bright, dazzling with viciousness.

Cheng Lin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and took a puff of cigarettes. His assistant knocked on the door and came in. "Mr. Cheng, this is the proposal for Project W."

Cheng Lin nodded, "Put it there."

"Are you going to Yindu tonight?"

"No, go to the gangster, there is a party." Cheng Lin dusted off the cigarette.

Gangster is a bar opened by a certain director for their family, and the business is not bad, Cheng Lin and his group of old friends will come here when they get together.After squeezing through the crowded dance floor, I found a group of people in the corner, and everyone looked at each other and smiled.

Lu Jigong was still as heartless as before. When he saw Cheng Lin coming alone, he asked carelessly, "Hey Lin Chan didn't come?"

Cheng Lin took a sip of the wine on the table, smiled wryly, and said nothing.

"Leaving again?" Yang Xi took over the words from his donkey whip.

Cheng Lin spread his hands and leaned on the sofa, "When did you two go on a trip?"

"It was September last year, what?"

Cheng Lin looked at the colorful lights above for a while before saying, "Is it August now? You see, it's been almost a year. This time it's really broken." After a pause, he continued, "Other people who are engaged in art , how would you want to stay with someone like me for the rest of your life?"

"Really broken?"

Cheng Lin shook his head, sighed, and said with a helpless smile, "I'm tired." After speaking, he sat up and cheered up, "Come on, raise your glass, and celebrate that the boss is completely single." Said Then he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. The wine was so strong that Cheng Lin almost burst into tears.

Yes, finally completely single.

At the end of the drink, Cheng Lin's eyes were blurred. Several assistants who had been waiting outside helped Cheng Lin into the car. Cheng Lin closed his eyes, and his mind was like playing a movie. .

How did the two meet in the first place?

Yes, when I was a freshman, I used a gay social software. The boy’s photo looked handsome, and he was pleasing to the eye when he saw a real person. But when the incident happened, he opened his chest with his hands, and his eyes were full of shame. fear and nervousness, and then said, "How about another day?"

At that time, it wasn't that he hadn't thought about the Overlord's bow, but seeing Lin Chan's clear eyes showing anxiety, he stopped abruptly.

That was the first time I felt soft-hearted towards him.

Later, what happened later?

It should be because of drinking some wine, my mind is so confused that when I think about things, my temples hurt like needles.Cheng Lin opened his eyes slightly, frowned, and looked out of the car window.

The lights are shining brightly, and squinting like this, it still looks a bit like an oil painting painted by Lin Chan back then.

Colorful and mottled.

When I was sleeping at night, I felt in a daze that Lin Chan had returned.

He likes this way, always come back in the early morning, pinch his nose, and when he opens his mouth to breathe, his lips and tongue will be entwined, a child's noisy but not annoying.

Once, now I have forgotten why the quarrel started, when Lin Chan scolded himself until his voice cracked, he said, "I'm messing around? You used me like this and you said I was messing around?"

Lin Chan speaks with a local accent, with no distinction between front and back nasal sounds. She always speaks softly and softly, with a bit of a girlish taste. When the two first got together, she laughed because of this. Over time, I learned his accent on purpose, so he would frown and jump anxiously, repeating the word several times to correct his pronunciation, and over time it became a habit to pronounce the wrong word and then repeat it.

In that quarrel, he also lost all momentum, and pronounced "Nao" into a side note, so he said the word "Nao" several times.After scolding, he himself felt ashamed, pursed his lips and looked away, and finally the two of them laughed together.

In the summer after his sophomore year, Lin Chan's Mandarin was pretty standard, except for his own name, which he still mispronounced. He hadn't changed his surname at that time. His name was Chen Lin, and he called himself Cheng Lin.Cheng Lin never corrected his pronunciation, he always felt that every time Lin Chan called himself like this, it was as if he knew his real self.

In Cheng Lin's dreams, it seems that he always appears in his youth, standing on the boulevard on the campus, looking at Lin Chan in a white shirt, with his mouth open, eager to say something.

I'm Cheng Lin, I have a lot of people's blood on my hands, are you still willing to be with me?

But until the end, this sentence was not asked.

Are dreams predictive?

When Cheng Lin woke up and went downstairs to see Lin Chan sitting on the sofa in the living room, he thought that maybe the dream is really predictable, even if the probability is pitifully small.

The old butler came up and bent over Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows, "Let's prepare breakfast, go to Xu Ji to buy some soup dumplings."

"Xiao Chan said he had eaten breakfast."

Cheng Lin paused, "Then only prepare mine."

The old housekeeper bent over again and left.

Cheng Lin sat on the sofa beside Lin Chan, picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, and flipped through it, flipped through the financial page, and casually asked, "You're back?"

Lin Chan pulled out the newspaper in Cheng Lin's hand, curled the corner of her mouth, "Come back and see you."

Cheng Lin frowned, "Going?"

Lin Chan smiled and nodded, "Let's go after a while."

Cheng Lin leaned back on the sofa, reached out and pinched his eye sockets, "Then what are you doing back here?"

"If you miss something, come back and have a look." Lin Chan's expression was calm.

Cheng Lin took a deep breath, and then looked at Lin Chan, "Where do you think this is? Come if you want?" Cheng Lin laughed softly, full of sarcasm, and shouted, "Seeing off the guests."

The old butler heard the sound and came over, bent over and stood beside Cheng Lin, without moving.

Lin Chan spoke, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "Aren't you afraid that I won't come in the future?"

Cheng Lin's Adam's apple twitched, and after a while he frowned and asked, "How many years have we been together?"

"Do you count the breakup time in the middle?" Lin Chan chuckled lightly.

Cheng Lin ignored Lin Chan's question, and said to himself, "It's almost seven years." He pointed behind his ear, "I used to have a white hair here, and I said the more you pull it out, the more you will grow." If you don’t listen, you insist on pulling it out for me, look, I have a handful of white hairs here now.”

"You have a lot of gray hair, people who worry a lot grow old quickly." Lin Chan took a sip of tea.

Cheng Lin smiled and repeated Lin Chan's words, "Yes, people who worry too much age quickly." After a pause, "Let's forget it, I want to find a stable person to live in."

"You told me about Anwen, Cheng Lin." Lin Chan put the water glass in his hand back on the coffee table, "You don't know who you are? Your Cheng family hasn't been able to completely clean up you and me for so many years. Said safe?"

"Then what do you want is stability?" Cheng Lin looked at Lin Chan.

Lin Chan ignored Cheng Lin's question and continued, "No matter how high-sounding your words are, you still want to find someone to fuck you honestly."

"Okay." Cheng Lin rubbed his temples, "I can't give you what you want, and you won't stay by my side honestly. Divide it up, just seven years, it's not bad."

Lin Chan narrowed her eyes slightly, "Are you serious?"

"Did I take the initiative to break up?" Cheng Lin nodded again, "Seriously."

"That's right, it won't be interesting to tear it down any further." Lin Chan chuckled softly, took the coat and bag, got up and left.

When he reached the entrance, Cheng Lin suddenly called out again, "Lin Chan."

Lin Chan stopped and didn't look back.

"From now on, let's pretend that we don't know each other, and I can't be friends with you. From now on, don't come here when I'm here."

Lin Chan's shoulders shook, as if smiling, "I never thought about being friends with you."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Cheng Lin thought, why can't I do anything about you?

He frowned for a while, then nodded again.

Well divided, well divided.

Cheng Lin sighed, leaned his head back on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After a while, Cheng Lin asked the old butler who had been standing silently by the side, "Uncle, do you think I should delete his mobile phone number or keep it?"

"Why delete it?"

"I'm afraid I can't help but look for him."

"Then it's useless to delete it." The old housekeeper left without asking Cheng Lin if he still had breakfast.

Cheng Lin stroked his white hair, was he broken in love?

Why is half of my lost heart empty.

Cheng Lin thought that he would be sad, that he would be heartbroken like those in those vulgar soap operas, and spend all his time drinking away his sorrows.

But my life hasn't changed much. I handle the official affairs in an orderly manner. I eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I'm sleepy, find a boy when I need it, and sometimes a girl. I feel free and easy.

After being carefree for a while, Cheng Lin always felt uncomfortable.

When Cheng Lin was a child, he didn't know that his father was Cheng. He only knew that he was raised by a very powerful housekeeper and his mother.

Since I was a child, I have been fearless. Later, when I returned to Cheng's house, the surname Cheng said with a smile that my character was to follow him and not be afraid of anything.At that time, I thought that I was also afraid of things, and the most fearful thing was that when I got into trouble and made my mother sad, then my mother would wave her hands and say, "I can't control you if you are so disobedient, you can do whatever you want Do it, I don't care about you anymore."

Cheng Lin was afraid of this, and had always been afraid.I'm afraid no one will take care of me.When Cheng Lin was in high school, he still wrote in his composition that he felt that misbehavior was a very lonely word. When you do bad things and no one cares about you, maybe the fact is that no one cares about you anymore.

So Cheng Lin thought, he had to find someone to take care of him.

As long as this person is pleasing to the eye and obedient, then I don't have to worry about whether to keep contact information, whether to be friends or not, and I don't have to think about when he will leave me all day long.

After all, I won't spend so much time on another person to guess his intentions and try to please him.

[The author has something to say]: Finally opened the hole!Welcome to catching insects~

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