intracranial fetters

It was only then that Cheng Lin remembered that he hadn't called Xia Chuan after his accident. Thinking of this, Cheng Lin dialed Xia Chuan's number.

I thought it would be a long wait, but Xia Chuan answered the phone very quickly, "Mr. Cheng?..."

Xia Chuan's voice sounded a little tired, but also very gentle.

Cheng Lin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The two were silent for a long time, Xia Chuan gave another feed, and Cheng Lin cleared his throat, "They have almost dealt with your matter, and the draft will be sent out at noon, so don't worry too much."

"Well...thank you, Mr. Cheng..."

"It should be." Cheng Lin pondered, "It's just, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, but it also helped me increase my popularity, didn't it?" Xia Chuan's understatement carried over the abuse on the Internet.

Cheng Lin frowned again, "It's not just about this time... You have worked hard for the past six months."

Xia Chuan was in a daze. It turned out that it had been half a year. It seemed that the hot and restless summer night was still yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, it was already the season when it was about to snow.

It's winter.Xia Chuan hooked the corner of his mouth, "I'm ashamed of Mr. Cheng, you can help me more."

Cheng Lin didn't say anything more, just followed Xia Chuan's wishes and hung up the phone.

Cheng Lin suddenly wanted to smoke, he didn't want to think about Lin Chan's matter, but he couldn't think of a reason for Xia Chuan's matter.There are some answers that are within reach, as if separated from Cheng Lin by a fog, Cheng Lin is confused, and doesn't know whether to reach out or not.

After reaching out, will people be freed, or will another person be entangled in this unresolved situation?

When Lin Chan came back, the ashtray in Cheng Lin's hand was full of cigarette butts, and the bedroom was full of cigarette smells. Lin Chan didn't look at Cheng Lin, and went straight to the window, opened the window, and the cold wind blew. After pouring it in, Cheng Lin squinted his eyes, with a cigarette still in his finger, as if he didn't intend to crush it.

He just sat aside and watched Lin Chan pack up his things without speaking.

It was the old butler who broke the silence. He knocked on the door and asked Cheng Lin if he was having dinner now.

Cheng Lin looked at Lin Chan, but Lin Chan didn't raise his head, "I've already eaten it, you can eat it."

"I'm not hungry either." Cheng Lin took a deep breath of the cigarette and dusted off the ash. "You can eat first, and leave me alone."

The housekeeper stood still at the door, "You didn't eat lunch."Cheng Lin showed no sign of getting up.Lin Chan, who was packing his clothes, paused, then crumpled up the shirt he was folding and stuffed it into the suitcase, "Anyway, it's your own stomach, if you don't eat it, it won't hurt others."

Cheng Lin's tone couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, "Then what are you talking about?"

Lin Chan was speechless for a while, sneered for a long time, and stopped talking to Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin sighed and glanced at the old butler, who bent down and went downstairs.Sitting on the carpet, Lin Chan spread out and refolded the few pieces of clothes that had been rubbed indiscriminately just now, without looking at Cheng Lin from the beginning to the end, Cheng Lin took another deep breath of the cigarette, and finally crushed the cigarette end.

"Lin Chan." Cheng Lin said hoarsely, "Do you care about me?"

Only then did Lin Chan look at Cheng Lin, the man was sitting aside, condescending, Lin Chan just felt like he had heard a joke.

The man twitched his lips and continued, "I know you care about me, but why can't you..."

"What can't be done?" Lin Chan looked at Cheng Lin coldly, "Do you want to ask me why I can't be like Xia Chuan, relying on you for everything?" Before Cheng Lin could answer, Lin Chan said, "And then? I will listen to you, I will not accept this project, I will not paint in the future, and I will no longer deal with people you don’t like. I will report to you everything I do, and then I will not do anything you don’t like? Then what am I? Is it a pet that you kept in a cage? Cheng Lin, no matter how much I like you, it is impossible for you to be the first in everything in my life. "

Cheng Lin's Adam's apple twitched, but he didn't say anything. It seems that these can be explained, but are those really acceptable reasons?

"Cheng Lin, let's take a step back." Lin Chan suddenly slowed down, with a little tiredness in his eyes, "Don't you really know that Xia Chuan likes you?"

This layer of window paper was finally pierced.

Both of them had mixed feelings in their hearts, and Cheng Lin suddenly remembered a sentence Yang Xi said to him when he was drunk. The conversation between the two after the cold war could recite thousands of sentences.

Is Lin Chan like this now?There are thousands of sentences hidden in one sentence.

Lin Chan packed her luggage and stood up, "I'll stay at my place tonight, and Qin Wei will pick us up tomorrow, so you don't need to drop it off."

Cheng Lin sat there quietly, like a statue, and when Lin Chan stepped out of the room, Cheng Lin asked in a hoarse voice, "During the Chinese New Year, will you come back..."

"Look. You...remember to eat." Lin Chan didn't turn her head.Some are resolute, and they seem to be on the run.

Cheng Lin smiled silently, perhaps because he smoked too much, his mouth was full of bitterness all the way to his throat.

Cheng Lin recalled that when the two of them were in college, Lin Chan once gave Cheng Lin a cartoon picture of an elephant on Cheng Lin's birthday.

I raised my eyebrows and asked him with a smile, why did I give this to myself? Is it implying that I am very capable in a certain way.Lin Chan rolled his eyes and said foolishly, this elephant is called Pinocchio, so a child named Crayon Shin-chan asked him, Elephant Elephant, why your nose is so long.

"Then guess what?" Lin Chan looked at herself with the corners of her mouth raised, her bright eyes dazzled.

Dazed by Lin Chan's smile, he shook his head without thinking too much. Lin Chan continued, "Then the elephant cried, because the elephant knew that the only lie he ever told was telling me about me over and over again at night. Don't love it."

In fact, thinking about it now, many details can tell that Lin Chan is not a direct person, at least he is like this when facing relationship problems, even if it is a confession, it is mostly used in this way. It can be said to be romantic, but it can also be said to be subtle and roundabout. To put it more bluntly, Lin Chan always hides first and escapes first, and is not willing to say something until the end.Just like in the story made up by Lin Chan, the elephant finally admitted that he likes it, after countless times of self-hypnosis failed.

They have used elephant stems for a long time. Lin Chan often called Xiao Chenglin an elephant nose. At first Cheng Lin thought it was a joke, but later he realized that an elephant nose represents falsehood and lies.When Cheng Lin asked Lin Chan about this, Lin Chan touched his nose and said in a serious manner, "Originally what a man says doesn't count when he's doing it."

It was only then that Cheng Lin vaguely understood why Lin Chan said that the place where I love you the most is on the bed.

Like a hedgehog, protect yourself tightly, just wait until you change your mind one day, use those thorns to protect yourself and then run away.

Thinking of this, Cheng Lin touched his nose unconsciously, as if he wanted to confirm whether his nose had become longer, but he said I love you every day, but if he really loved Lin Chan, how could he bear to let it go? The person who made him so proud, pulled out all the thorns on his body, and turned him into a captive pet?

Furthermore, what is Xia Chuan to Lin Chan?

[The author has something to say]: It’s been a long time since I filled the pit in my skull, the pit product is too bad, self-criticism.

I read the previous chapters several times during the holidays, and I am trying my best to return to the state of writing the brain, but I can't remember some small details that are not in the outline.

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