intracranial fetters

The landlord looked very peaceful when they left.

It didn't take long for the landlady's wife to hang Lin Chan's hand weakly, but her and the landlady's hands were still tightly intertwined.

It reminded Lin Chan of a painting he had seen before. Two big trees fell to the ground, their roots exposed in the air, and their thick roots were tightly entwined, as if they could not be shaken.

Cheng Lin thought that Lin Chan would cry, even Lin Chan himself thought so, but Lin Chan didn't, even though his eye sockets were starting to turn red.

Lin Chan feels panic, her warm body will gradually become cold, and then she will leave your life forever, every time Lin Chan thinks of such a scene, she will break out in a cold sweat with palpitations.

Life is obviously great and long, but it is inexplicably fragile.

Lin Chan looked at them for a long time before looking at Cheng Lin, "Can we do the same in the future?"

For a moment, Cheng Lin was full of thoughts, and finally nodded seriously and with a bit of piety, "Okay."

During the cremation, Lin Chan also went.

It is only now that Lin Chan realizes that the ashes are not like those shown in TV movies. After burning, there will be only a piece of ashes left, which can be thrown into the sea like a handful of dust.When his parents died before, Cheng Lin had arranged everything. On the day of the cremation, Lin Chan didn't want to go, and he didn't dare to go. He didn't want to believe the reality, because with Cheng Lin's company, he could let himself willfully refuse to accept it.

Lin Chan subconsciously glanced at Cheng Lin who was by her side. The man's rebelliousness has gradually settled and hidden in his bones, and the image that appears more is calm, capable and calm.

"Do you feel palpitations in such an occasion?" Lin Chan asked.

The handsome man stared straight ahead, "At the beginning, I felt pain, and I was at a loss because I felt that life was too small, but I saw it too many times later."

"Will it be numb?"

"This kind of thing varies from person to person. Some people will see more and more light and numb the more they experience it, and some people will only suffer more."

Lin Chan lowered her head and smiled palely, "Am I weak and hypocritical?"

The man shook his head, "Those who are numb have already surrendered to the fragility and insignificance of life, but those who suffer unabated will still firmly believe that life should be great no matter how many times they suffer."

Lin Chan was startled, "But I'm still afraid."

"Anyone who is concerned will be afraid." Cheng Lin rubbed Lin Chan's head.

Lin Chan looked up at Cheng Lin, "What about you?"

"Of course I will. I have many things on my mind, such as the career of the Cheng family, my brothers, my parents and the old housekeeper. What I am most afraid of now is that we will become short-lived ghosts." Cheng Lin curled his lips.

Lin Chan wanted to laugh, but her nose felt sour.

When the two of them walked out with the heavy urn in their arms, Lin Chan was in a much better mood than when he entered.

The sun is warm and the breeze is blowing.

The landlady's lawyer asked Lin Chan to meet tomorrow to explain some matters.

When Lin Chan told Cheng Lin, Cheng Lin nodded, thinking that he just happened to be going to Capet's dinner party tomorrow.

"I might be back later tomorrow night."

"Is there a problem?"

"Someone invited me to a dinner party. It's very boring. Wait for me at home after you see the lawyer."

Lin Chan nodded, not interested in attending the dinner at all, "Bring me a dessert when you come back."

"What do you want to eat? Almost all the dessert shops are closed at that point."

"Thank you for a mango mousse from M's, their store closes very late."

Cheng Lin fondled Lin Chan's head, "Don't blame me for closing the door."

"I don't blame you." Lin Chan waved his hand.

Back at the villa, Monica and Xia Chuan were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Didn't go out to play today?" Cheng Lin asked.

Monica replied: "I'm tired and take a rest for a day."

Cheng Lin nodded and went upstairs with Lin Chan.

Lin Chan didn't paint for a few days and felt itchy hands. He got excited and said he wanted to go to the garden to paint. Cheng Lin didn't interfere with his little artist, and went to the study by himself, and began to deal with the issue of project funding.

Xia Chuan knocked on the door.

Cheng Lin didn't look up, "Come in." After reading the content on the front side of the document, he looked up at Xia Chuan, "Sit, what are you doing standing there?"

Xia Chuan sat down but seemed a little cautious.

Cheng Lin hooked the corner of his mouth, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Arnold sent me a few movie scripts invested by Mr. Chen yesterday. I'm watching them now. Thank you Mr. Chen."

"It's a small matter, you don't need to come here." Cheng Lin smiled and said, "But these movies are all in the same category, so you'd better choose the one that suits you best and play it well."

"Well, I know." Xia Chuan seemed a little hesitant.

"Anything else?" Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows.

Xia Chuan raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "It's nothing, thank you Mr. Chen."

"Don't look outside, go and accompany Monica. She can't stay here alone."

Xia Chuan complied, and even helped Cheng Lin to the door when he left.

Xia Chuan actually wanted to tell Cheng Lin that Gerald asked him to make a movie, but he felt that it would appear abrupt when he said the words, and the reasons he thought before were too flimsy.

What can I say if I speak up?Thank you Mr. Chen for taking care of me. A director in Mon City asked me to make a literary film and I was the protagonist.Still, thank you Mr. Chen for your kindness, I don't think I need these scripts, I'm already planning to take on other plays.

Xia Chuan hasn't had a good rest in the past few nights, and during the day he pretended to be excited to play outside with Monica.My physical strength is a bit overdrawn, and my mind is also confused and I can't think of anything.

Those inexplicable emotions are like a mess of threads, intertwined indiscriminately, unable to sort out a thread end, Xia Chuan imagined that he had a pair of scissors that could drill into his brain and cut off all those disturbing threads, but his temples began to Bang bang beating, nerve endings are aching.

Xia Chuan wanted to reject all of Cheng Lin's good intentions.Especially when he saw Lin Chan and Cheng Lin going in and out of the villa together in front of his eyes, he even wanted to go back to the country alone with his luggage.

It's a good thing that Lin Chan is back. The person Cheng Lin likes has returned to him. Maybe Cheng Lin won't get up in the middle of the night to go to the terrace to smoke, and he won't tell other people what should be said to Lin Chan. The monologue he said also completely cut off his imagination, so he could take the opportunity to cut off all contact with Cheng Lin, and still live the life of the small roles in bad movies, how comfortable he was.

But Xia Chuan was reluctant.

Xia Chuan’s father often told him about his original aspirations, and always said that one should not lose one’s original aspirations. His father has a high degree of education but spent most of his life as an ordinary civil servant. Original intention, the first civil servant examination was to be easy and comfortable, the more I climbed up, the more greedy I became, and the more things I worried about, his father waved his hand and said that I would not do things that violated the original intention.

Xia Chuan began to think about what was his original intention when he first knew Cheng Lin?

Have you thought about being with him?

No, I never thought of being with him at that time, all I thought was to just look at him from a distance, and then maybe I could become better and let him know me too.

When we met one day, it was enough for him to say that I recognize you.