Report to the president, your actor has run away again

This feeling is no stranger to Leng Ran.

The last time his body had such a reaction was when he was in junior high school, when he was attending his mother's funeral.

14-year-old Leng Ran stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a microphone, delivering a eulogy for his mother.

When I opened my mouth, there was no sound, and tears fell first.

The eulogy was finished by my sister in the end. The funeral guests felt that he was too young and too sad, but only Leng Ran knew that at that moment, he lost his voice.

That loss of voice lasted for nearly a week. At that time, what he had to face was nothing more than a group of insignificant outsiders, and his sister was escorting him.

But this time, only Fu Zhao was in front of him.

The oppressive feeling of deja vu invaded him, Leng Ran tried hard to make a sound, but just like when he was 14 years old, he couldn't do it at all.

He watched Fu Zhao's eyes change from begging, to expectation, to disappointment.

despair.

At that moment, Leng Ran felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, from head to toe, cold and stiff.

"I see."

Fu Zhao looked away, raised his hand and rubbed his face, as if waking up from a dream, "I see."

Being self-indulgent is the saddest thing in the world. If there is anything sadder than it, it must be a person who can't help but deceive himself after realizing that he is self-indulgent.

Fu Zhao didn't want to be so pathetic.

He has lost his dignity completely, at least, at least don't let himself die so ugly.

"Fortunately, I still carry it with me every day, like a baby."

Fu Zhao took out a small white velvet box from his suit pocket, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, as if mocking himself: "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, what a fucking waste."

The box was opened, and there were two men's rings lying quietly inside.Simple and elegant design, it is not difficult to see that this is a pair of wedding rings.

Leng Ran looked at the pair of rings, her cold fingers trembling slightly.

How could he not recognize it, it was his design.

Like Tang Ruan, he did not come from a major. He majored in jewelry design in college.

Even though his current career has nothing to do with design, he still keeps all his college works intact in his computer, and occasionally takes them out to have a look when he is free.

This pair of wedding rings is his graduation project and his favorite work.

Compared with the gorgeous or bright styles of other students, Leng Ran's works have always been the simplest and most inconspicuous.Just like him, he is an ordinary person, and he will soon be drowned in the crowd.

Unexpectedly, his work got the highest score in the class.

Later, a jeweler came to the school to purchase the design proposal, and offered Leng Ran an attractive price. After much deliberation, he was still reluctant to sell it.

Once he was flipping through the design draft on the computer in the middle of the night, and when he saw this pair of rings, Fu Zhao happened to find out

"It's pretty good-looking, but it's a bit plain." Fu Zhao held the wine glass, put one arm around him, and made rough remarks about straight men without shame.

"When we get married, I'll get you a big diamond to put on it, it's perfect."

Leng Ran blushed when she heard that, she just thought it was Fu Zhao teasing him, and quickly turned the page.

But he didn't expect that Fu Zhao actually remembered it.

At this time, in the small jewelry box in the man's hand, on the slightly smaller ring was a huge diamond inlaid impressively.

It's so ugly, it's the first time Leng Ran has seen his design ruined like this, it's so ugly that he wants to cry.

The large diamond of at least two carats reflected the dazzling light in the sun, and finally the cold tears burst out of my eyes.

However, the next moment, the ring disappeared from his sight.

"Now it seems that it is useless."

Fu Zhao curled the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and waved his arm, and threw the things in his hand to the depths of the corridor.

After a muffled sound, a hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"Just treat it as trash."

*'k

I don't know how long I've been standing here.

Maybe 1 minute, maybe an hour.

The sunlight outside the window was still warm and full, pouring in through the glass window and falling on Leng Ran's body and face.

After a long time, the young man raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He opened his mouth slightly, but found that he still couldn't make a sound.

How long will it take this time, a week, a month?

Perhaps a lifetime is better.

Leng Ran bent down, picked up a few pieces of paper that had been discarded in the corner before, smoothed them out, folded them, and carefully put them into the coat pocket.

He found the wreckage of the white jewelry box at the end of the corridor. Due to the external impact, the lid of the jewelry box had disappeared, and in the remaining half, the ring inlaid with the big diamond was still lying inside.

Even though the box is dilapidated, it still stays there quietly, shining alone.

Leng Ran sat on the cold ground, carefully took out the ring, and pinched it between his two fingers.

"Mr. Leng Ran, are you willing to marry Mr. Fu Zhao, love him, comfort him, and respect him?"