The Rebirth of the National Male God

He Shaocheng has made countless assumptions.

If it wasn't for his phone call, would Zhong Heng not have climbed the mountain with him to watch the sunrise, and wouldn't have fallen off the cliff in the end.

If it wasn't for him, then Zhong Heng would definitely be alive now.

He indirectly killed the person he loved...

This fact was too cruel for He Shaocheng, more uncomfortable than killing him directly.

There is a word called the walking dead.

It is not an exaggeration to use this word to describe He Shaocheng's state during that time.

He didn't know how he got through it.

All I know is that when he wakes up in countless nights, Zhong Heng's figure is all in his mind.

Whether in sleep or awake, it is all about Zhong Heng, as well as deep, deep self-blame.

Sometimes he couldn't even tell whether he was asleep or was actually awake all the time. His eyes were tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He knew that he was sorry for Zhong Heng.

If he hadn't asked Zhong Heng to come out to confess his love, if he had endured the love like this and silently stayed by his side as before, then nothing would have happened.

He Shaocheng hated himself very much, why did he make that phone call that morning?

At Zhong Heng's funeral, He Shaocheng's appearance surprised many people.

Because the cause of Zhong Heng's death was too strange, many people suspected that it was murder, and one of the main suspects, everyone suspected He Shaocheng, a rival who was comparable to Zhong Heng.

So when He Shaocheng, with a haggard face and a thin figure, appeared in a black suit, everyone was a little confused about what was going on.

If this is a fake, then all Oscar winners are weak.

If this is true emotion, then when did He Shaocheng and Zhong Heng get along so well?

Some people think that He Shaocheng is hypocritical, while others think that He Shaocheng is affectionate and righteous.

But no matter what others say, He Shaocheng doesn't care what these people think.

He just wanted to come to see Zhong Heng off for the last time, and to spend the last moment with him well.

Looking at the familiar face on the photo of the tombstone, He Shaocheng stretched out his hand to gently caress it.

Even now everything around him is actually reminding Zhong Heng of his death.

But he always felt that Zhong Heng was actually still by his side.

Or when he turned around, or at a certain intersection, he could see the other party's eyes full of defense but smiling brightly at him again.

Zhong Heng...

How could he leave like this...

He Shaocheng lowered his head and closed his eyes, unwilling to face this fact at all.

After Zhong Heng's funeral, He Shaocheng seemed to have returned to his original appearance.

It's just that there is no look in his eyes anymore.

The pain of losing his lover, and the guilt of indirectly causing the other's death, made his world dark.

Once upon a time, He Shaocheng felt that he might never see any light in his life.

However, an accident seemed to rekindle a glimmer of hope in his life.

Because, he met Lou Jingwen.

An eighteenth-line star who saved He Shanshan.

A person who likes to call him Young Master He just like Zhong Heng, and also looks at himself with layers of disguise and defense in his eyes.

With that vigilant look, the curvature of the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the way he talked to himself, He Shaocheng had the illusion that he was actually talking to Zhong Heng.

They don't look alike in the slightest.

However, He Shaocheng could clearly feel the similarity between the two.

He Shaocheng was extremely thankful that he had kept his mind and asked someone to check Lou Jingwen.

So after reading the key information that showed that he was introverted and not talkative, and that he committed suicide in the middle of the night on April 4 and was rescued, He Shaocheng immediately discovered the abnormality.

Lou Jingwen's personality is very different from his original self, but he is very similar to the late Zhong Heng.

And the timing of his suicide also coincided with the timing of Zhong Heng's death.

The theme of rebirth is only popular in novels and film and television dramas. In fact, He Shaocheng didn't think about these aspects before.

However, after further contact with Lou Jingwen and careful probing again and again, He Shaocheng finally boldly made such a guess.

Although there is really no scientific basis for saying this, He Shaocheng still couldn't help but start to doubt that the inner soul of Lou Jingwen now is Zhong Heng!

Finally, all the conjectures were confirmed, and He Shaocheng stopped probing.

Zhong Heng's beautiful pen writing, he will never admit it wrong in his life.

He Shaocheng admitted that Zhong Heng was really careful to cover up his identity.

In his reply to fans, he deliberately changed his writing habits.

However, he forgot that some small details cannot be changed.

Just like he has gotten used to calling himself Young Master He after calling him for seven years, and like his body is obviously insensitive to shrimp but never touches shrimp, even if he changed his handwriting, those habits accumulated over the years, inadvertently will still be exposed.

These details, which are dispensable to ordinary people, are extraordinary to He Shaocheng.

So even though Zhong Heng has changed into a repelling shell, he still recognizes him.

He had loved one person so deeply in his life.

So no matter what he becomes, as long as his soul is still there, he will be able to recognize it.

Lost and found, ups and downs.

On the night when his identity was confirmed, He Shaocheng stayed up all night.

He was always calm and composed, but for the first time he was a little at a loss.

With the experience of the previous life, he was very confused and didn't know whether he should approach him again.

Love makes people cautious and timid.

He had already lost this person once, and he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes.

So he could only keep everything from Zhong Heng, approach him little by little, and pursue Lou Jingwen as He Shaocheng.

The other party's defense against him from the beginning, then to get used to, then helpless, and finally accepted.

All this fantasy is unreal.

He Shaocheng thought that he was actually having a long dream countless times, but the touch when the other party kissed him was so real.

This is not a dream.

Finally, for the first time, he felt what love is so close.

But who would have thought that fate would play tricks on people like this.

When he was closest to happiness, such an accident happened.

This is simply the biggest joke God made on him.

On the same day last year, what he was waiting for was the news of Zhong Heng's death, and he was helpless.

On the same day this year, he watched his lover in danger, but he was still powerless.

At that moment, He Shao deliberately died.

How he wished that the person who fell off the cliff and died was himself.

How I wish the truck would come at me.

Feeling the blood continuously flowing from Lou Jingwen's body, He Shaocheng finally understood.

In fact, he should stay far away from Zhong Heng.

Those feelings and love.

He Shaocheng doesn't deserve to have it at all.

Whether it was Zhong Heng back then, or the reborn Lou Jingwen.

If it weren't for him, such a thing would never have happened.

He Shaocheng asked himself countless times, why did he insist on fulfilling Zhong Heng's wish of watching the sunrise?

If it wasn't for him, how could he have encountered this kind of thing twice.

If he was the one who died back then, everything would be fine...

He Shaocheng's consciousness was blurred, and his desire to survive became weaker and weaker.

He Shaocheng had a dream.

Through the dark road, he returned to the place where he met Zhong Heng for the first time.

In the dream, Zhong Heng was living well, still with a perfect and delicate smile, walking towards him step by step.

The other party stood in front of him, didn't say a word, just stretched out his hand.

He Shaocheng knew that this was his dream, but he was willing to stay in this moment forever.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Zhong Heng back.

However, at this time, the earth was shaken and the earth was shaken.

The piece of land where Zhong Heng was originally standing suddenly opened a big mouth, like a big mouth on the ground that cannibalize people.

Zhong Heng slipped and slowly began to sink!

The distance between He Shaocheng and Zhong Heng's hand was less than one centimeter.

Zhong Heng fixed his eyes on him, as if asking him for help.

He Shaocheng took a step forward, reaching out his hand desperately, wanting him to give him a hand.

However, a transparent barrier appeared in front of him at some point, completely separating the two of them.

Just now...the distance between him and Zhong Heng was less than one centimeter.

Only one centimeter...he can pull the opponent down! ! .

The glass wall couldn't be opened or pushed, so He Shaocheng could only watch Zhong Heng fall into the abyss little by little.

He Shaocheng's heart seemed to be gouged out with a knife, and the pain was so painful that he would rather die than live.

Why put him through such pain?

Faced with the news of losing Zhong Heng again, it was a thousand to ten thousand times more difficult for him than torture.

Tears welled up in He Shaocheng's eyes.

He is also a human being, and his heart is also made of flesh!

After being stabbed twice in a row, the wound will bleed and feel pain!

But why does God continue to make such jokes with him?

Do you think it's fun to play with him like this?

If he did something wrong, why didn't it come directly to him?Why did Zhong Heng have to go through this...

He just wants to like Zhong Heng well, and live an ordinary life...

In his sleep, He Shaocheng burst into tears.

Hot tears fell down in big drops, soaking a large area of ​​the pillow.

He Shaocheng's emotions were on the verge of collapse, and one blow after another crushed his will.

He is tired.

I can no longer stand such torture.

Zhong Heng.

my bell...

I haven't had time to confess my heart to you, I haven't had time to tell you that I love you...

I can't lose you like this again.

"Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor stood in front of this person who had been waiting outside the ICU for a whole day and night, glanced at the bloodshot eyes and the bandages on his hands, shook his head and sighed.