intracranial fetters

Qin Weiyue's place is a Chinese restaurant, similar to private kitchens on S Street.

Lin Chan thought that Qin Wei had reserved a box, and was about to ask, when Qin Wei waved to Lin Chan in the hall, "Here."

Lin Chan walked over, sat down and watched Qin Wei raise his eyebrows, and said deliberately, "Aren't they here yet?"

"Who? Xia Chuan and Cheng Lin?" Qin Wei asked.

Lin Chan's face darkened, and the corners of his lips curled up as if he didn't hear, "I thought I was with Professor Liang and the others."

Qin Wei looked at Lin Chan with a half-smile.

Lin Chan lifted the teapot filled with hot water to scald the bowls and chopsticks, without looking up at Qin Wei.

"How do you know about Xia Chuan if you don't ask me?" Qin Wei said.

Lin Chan held the bowl and let the hot water scald the bowl evenly, "Xiao Chuan has a lot of news recently, isn't it normal to be known?"

"Yesterday's material was made by someone else."

Lin Chan paused for a moment, waiting for Qin Wei's next words without speaking.

Qin Wei narrowed his eyes, "I really like you."

Lin Chan was silent for a while, then smiled lightly, "If you want sex, you just like it, and I don't know how many people you have liked."

Qin Wei also laughed, "I am more worthy of your liking than Cheng Lin. You see, I know you don't like Xia Chuan and I will do this for you. As for Cheng Lin, it's not that he doesn't know that you mind Xia Chuan, but what is he doing?" Qin Wei Wei got closer to Lin Chan, "He's still having a meeting with those public relations, thinking about how to get Xia Chuan to retreat, don't you know?"

Lin Chan then looked up at Qin Wei and smiled, "It's none of your business."

Qin Wei sat back to the previous position, propping his chin with his hand, "Relax, I just want you to remember that there is a better choice by your side."

Lin Chan sneered.

"The project of the Xicheng Tourist Area is about to start. In just a few days, then you and I will work on business together, let Xia Chuan and Cheng Lin help each other here, and let's see if they are worthy of your trust." Bian Said that Qin Wei pushed the bowls and chopsticks to Lin Chan, "The boss said the bowls and chopsticks here are very clean, but... please help me to iron them too." Qin Wei raised his eyebrows, meaningful.

After dinner, it was Qin Wei who sent Lin Chan back to the theater. Qin Wei told him to see him next time behind Lin Chan, but Lin Chan pretended not to hear.

I stayed in the theater in the afternoon, but I couldn't see the story on the screen anymore.

When it was getting dark, Lin Chan got up and went home.

Lying on the sofa in the theater all afternoon, my mind was a little dazed. I thought that going out of the theater and blowing on the cold wind would wake me up, but it didn't seem to have any effect except to make myself more headache.

Lin Chan wrapped her coat tighter and got into the car.

Li Zi was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and Lin Chan suddenly asked, "Li Zi, what happened to that gang?"

"Huh?" Li Zi didn't realize it, he was stunned for a while before compiling, "Bring a gun to rob."

Lin Chan curled his lips and looked out the window, "Are you going to tell Cheng Lin that Qin Wei and I have lunch together at noon?"

Li Zi frowned, pretending to be confused, "Who is Qin Wei?"

"To be fair, why didn't you tell me about Cheng Lin and Xia Chuan?"

"Mr. Cheng and Xia Chuan have nothing to do." After a pause, Li Zi truthfully explained, "Cheng is always busy with the company's affairs today, and Xia Chuan's affairs are handled by the public relations company."

After Lin Chan heard this, she smiled softly, her eyes sparkling.

"Brother Chan..."

"I'm fine." Lin Chan waved his hand with a smile, "Cheng Lin keeps everything from me, so how could something happen to me." Wuzi smiled for a while, and then said, "Don't tell Cheng Lin that I'm with Qin Wei at noon, OK?"

Li Zi and the driver looked at each other, nodded with complicated emotions, but didn't think about really agreeing.

Li Zi knew that he had made a mistake just now, and he was afraid that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make. When Lin Chan said something on the way, Li Zi just smiled dryly, and dared not say a word.

Lin Chan hadn't sat for a while when she arrived home, when Cheng Lin also came back.

Lin Chan looked at Cheng Lin, the corner of his mouth was full of gentleness, "Are you done with your work?"

Cheng Lin frowned, "Come back and have dinner with you."

"Xia Chuan's matter hasn't been settled yet?"

"It's settled." Cheng Lin sat next to Lin Chan, "I heard from Uncle that you went to that theater today?"

"Yeah." Lin Chan nodded, picked up an apple on the coffee table, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Dinner will be ready soon, you have eaten the apple and don't want to eat dinner anymore." Cheng Lin took the apple from Lin Chan's hand and put it aside, "Did you watch a movie at noon and forget your meal? Did you have a good lunch?" Cheng Lin looked into Lin Chan's eyes.

Lin Chan raised his head and looked at Cheng Lin, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, "I haven't forgotten, I ate at noon, even though it was a takeaway."

Cheng Lin seemed a little annoyed, and asked again, "Did you eat takeaway alone at noon?"

"Yeah, I stayed in the theater all day." As soon as Lin Chan finished speaking, the old butler came over, "Hurry up and wash your hands and have dinner."

Lin Chan responded with a smile, and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

Cheng Lin looked at Lin Chan's back and took a deep breath.

Lin Chan put down his chopsticks after eating a little for dinner, Cheng Lin glanced at Lin Chan, "So you won't eat?"

"Well, not hungry."

Cheng Lin frowned again, "Eat more if you're not hungry, at least finish your bowl of rice."

"I have no appetite, I don't want to eat." Lin Chan pouted.

Cheng Lin sighed, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

As soon as the old housekeeper took a step forward, Cheng Lin said, "Uncle, go and rest, we will do it ourselves."

The old butler hesitated for a moment, then bent over and left.

"What do you want to eat, huh?" Cheng Lin asked again.

"I really don't want to eat, I have no appetite." Then he stood up and went to the kitchen to wash his own dishes.

Cheng Lin narrowed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Before Cheng Lin finished eating, Lin Chan went upstairs, went to the painting room and closed the door.

After Cheng Lin cleaned up the dining table, he went upstairs and stood at the door of the painting room for a long time, and finally went directly to the study room without knocking on the door.

Lin Chan in the room heard the footsteps outside the door getting farther and farther away, and put down the paintbrush in his hand.

The Chinese teacher of Lin Chan High School is an old man who often laments about his married life. On the days when there is no school leader to check the class, the Chinese teacher will drink a sip or two of wine before evening self-study, and then close the classroom door and the door under the podium during the evening self-study. Students talk about love, marriage, and life.

The teacher married his first love, and as the saying goes, marriage is the tomb of love. The teacher often joked that his first love lasted until the grave.

It sounds long and tragic.

Speaking of which, Cheng Lin was also his first love.

The teacher was later fired because of his style. He cheated on a KTV proprietress who had been single for a long time and made her pregnant, but the original partner found out. What happened during the period? Anyway, the teacher’s original brother was so angry. He broke into the school with a machete and ran after the teacher.

After the incident, the teacher gave them the last evening self-study, and they were obviously in a bad state and drunk.

Sitting on the stool leaning against the door and looking at the moonlight outside the window, he didn't talk much that night, it seemed that he only said one or two sentences.

"In the future, you will understand that sometimes derailment is not for the sake of derailment, but because the lives of two people have broken down but they are unwilling to separate, so a bomb needs to be planted to end it all." The teacher smiled, Somewhat bleak, "happily suicidal."

Lin Chan recalled these past events intermittently, daubing with a paintbrush.

It was a tomb like a small hill covered with bright red roses.

[The author has something to say]: It's been a day since I left school, but I still haven't saved my manuscript