intracranial fetters

When Cheng Lin saw Lin Chan, Lin Chan was sitting in the car wearing a single coat and hugging his knees.

Old A stood outside the car and watched.

Cheng Lin nodded to Old A, and Old A went to a car behind.

Cheng Lin opened the car door and sat next to Lin Chan, very close to Lin Chan, the shadow of the ambiguous distance blended into one.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chan leaned on Cheng Lin's shoulder, "Let me lean on."

Cheng Lin moved his fingers and put his arms around Lin Chan's shoulder.

The moonlight outside the car window was thick and penetrated into the car, illuminating Lin Chan's face, but it was a little dark and unclear. Cheng Lin only felt that his heart was beating violently, and maybe he needed to smoke a cigarette.

As if a long time had passed, Cheng Lin's chin touched Lin Chan's head.

Lin Chan spoke in a flat tone, "There is a black cat named Andrew in the yard."

Cheng Lin was silent.

"Andrew is very old, he can't eat what he likes to eat, and he doesn't go outside to mess with other cats and dogs anymore. He just lies in the yard with nothing to do and basks in the sun every day. He may know that he won't live long, the previous paragraph The time is very sticky to the landlady, snuggling at the landlady's feet while basking in the sun. I walked away in the heavy rain yesterday."

Cheng Lin hugged Lin Chan even tighter.

"Do you think I look like a cat?" Lin Chan lowered her head and did not look at Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin was silent for a long time before whispering, "I love you."

Lin Chan froze for a moment, then relaxed again, getting closer to Cheng Lin.

"They're all leaving. The landlady and the others." Lin Chan murmured, "I met them when I was a volunteer teacher in the G mountain area. They taught the children English, and I taught the children to draw. They are very nice and very friendly. Love each other. Later, the landlord got Alzheimer’s disease, and he became more confused as time passed. The last time I was sober was before I decided to come to Mon City. The landlord told his wife that he wanted to die by euthanasia. The wife agreed, and today I will accompany her I went to the hospital and called the application form of the two of them, and now she is going to the nursing home to spend the last days together."

"Did you come to Mon because of them?"

"Well, I'm the only one who keeps in touch with them in China and can come to see them." Lin Chan nodded, "The old lady has made a decision for a long time, and their lawyer called me and wrote a will. After they left, they sold their house, donated the money to Mountain G, and brought their ashes back to the country."

Cheng Lin lowered his head and looked at the shadows under Lin Chan's eyes, feeling a little distressed, "I'll accompany you."

"They also have no heirs. The two lived freely and loved each other, and finally passed away together. Isn't that great?" Lin Chan was more like talking to himself, "Cheng Lin, I want to come back."

"I want to come back." Lin Chan curled up in Cheng Lin's arms.

Cheng Lin and Lin Chan clasped their fingers together, "Come back."

I don't know whose hand reached out to the other's body first, and the two naked people bit each other, leaving their own marks on each other's body.

Lin Chan raised his head, Cheng Lin's cheek was pressed against Lin Chan's neck, his stubble seemed to cut Lin Chan's skin, and the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling brought a shiver.

During this period of time, there seemed to be an endless black hole in Lin Chan's heart, only by Cheng Lin's presence could he feel that the emptiness was filled.

The landlady said that Andrew's departure is a practice, the more you experience life and death parting, the more numb and accustomed you will become.

But I don't want to get used to it.

This world is always cloudy and uncertain, why do people have to be born, grow old, get sick and die, why people can’t always be self-willed, if we are always together, will I still be me, will you still love me when we are old, I am afraid that we will not love Forever.

At the moment of release, Lin Chan gasped and sobbed, and Cheng Lin's chin rested on Lin Chan's shoulder.

The half-hardness remained in Lin Chan's body to be gently rubbed, this is the after-event tenderness they are used to.

Lin Chan hugged Cheng Lin tightly and covered Cheng Lin's eyes.

"I love you too, I love you more."

No sleep for one night.

They woke up in Lin Chan's bedroom, and the sunlight outside the window shone into the room, just casting on the position of the bedside table lamp.

There are also James Dean posters on the walls.

Lin Chan rested her pillow on Cheng Lin's arm, and the skin under the quilt was intimately attached.

Lin Chan turned to Cheng Lin, kissed Cheng Lin's stubbled cheek, "Good morning."

Cheng Lin kissed back with a smile, "Good morning." He said while touching Lin Chan's firm belly.

Lin Chan bowed back and kicked Cheng Lin's thigh, "I'm hungry, go and make me something to eat."

"One more time." Cheng Lin held Lin Chan's ankle.

"Last night wasn't enough? Don't make a fuss and go." He kicked again as he spoke.

Cheng Lin got up and showed Lin Chan his naked body openly.

There are many scars on Cheng Lin's body, big and small, deep and shallow, some gradually fade with the passage of time, but some will never disappear.

There are many words to describe scars, such as ugly or hideous, but Lin Chan doesn't think so, he only thinks of this man's strength and some cute stubbornness, as if he would unconditionally tolerate his bad things Emotions, soothe them, don't let them have time to breed crazily.

"Look at my husband looking stupid?" Cheng Lin turned around and found that Lin Chan was distracted, and joked.

Lin Chan blushed, picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at Cheng Lin, "Hurry up and make breakfast!"

Cheng Lin dodged the attack, picked up a piece of clothing on the ground with a smile, put it on, and went to the kitchen.

Both of them had work to do, so they said their goodbyes after breakfast. Old A accompanied Lin Chan to deal with the landlord's property. Cheng Lin continued to compare photos and surveillance screenshots with his subordinates. .

Xia Chuan and Monica were carefree.

Monica heard that Xia Chuan was also a star, and excitedly clamored to see the film and television works that Xia Chuan acted in. Xia Chuan absent-mindedly shied away, and Cheng Lin didn't come back last night.

During the conversation, Xia Chuan's cell phone rang.

Xia Chuan opened it and saw that it was a message from his manager, "Are you in Mon City, country C?"

"Ah."

Then I received another email forwarded by Arnold. It was about a director from country C who said that he wanted to meet him all the time. The reason was that after watching a movie Xia Chuan acted in, he felt that he was very malleable. When the time passed, Mon hoped that the two could meet and have a talk. Arnold also attached a copy of the director's representative work at the back of the email.

Xia Chuan glanced at the time of the email and it happened to be after he came to Mon City, so it was a predestined relationship, but the movie mentioned by the screenwriter was like a vase in it, and he didn't know where he could tell that he had plasticity.

Monica saw that Xia Chuan didn't speak for a long time, and glanced at Xia Chuan's mobile phone screen, and couldn't move his neck just after he glanced at it.

"God, do you like him too?"

"Ok?"

"I really like the films made by this director."

Xia Chuan frowned and asked, "Is it famous?" But he didn't seem to have read any of his works.

Monica shook her head, "It's not very famous. The themes of the films he directed are relatively small, but many of the films he wrote as a screenwriter have won international awards. The main reason why he is not famous is because he is relatively low-key."

Xia Chuan didn't even understand why he fell in love with him, and even began to wonder if it was a new trick of a liar.