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The sensitive and skillful thief patiently rummaged through the pockets of his underwear and emptied all the money in the pockets.

Then she turned back, grabbed Gong Junye's sleeve with her bony little hand, and shook it coquettishly.

"Brother, I'm leaving."

The well-behaved 15-year-old girl appeared on her face, her lips were soft when she smiled, and her voice was small and soft: "I will never come back again."

"Goodbye brother."

He stroked her withered hair and watched her disappear into the dark corridor.

"good."

He likes good kids best.

So that would be the only one he let go.

When he went to the hospital to visit Gong Weiyan again every few days, the attending physician boldly called him into the corridor and told him tactfully that it was time to prepare for his funeral.

He waved his hand and said yes, he was already ready.

The doctor looked at him in bewilderment.

He returned to the ward, looked at Gong Weiyan who had a peaceful face on the bed, dragged the sofa and sat beside his father.

"I have something for you." Gong Weiyan said suddenly.

"Fuck you." He laughed and cursed, "You never gave it to me in your life."

Gong Weiyan turned a deaf ear to it, and insisted on raising his thin hand that was out of shape in the sleeve, and took off an old ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and after a long time of groping, he slipped it into Gong Junye's palm.

For a moment, he held Gong Junye's finger. This scene seemed to have happened when the child was very young, but he didn't remember it, it was both love and hate.

The people and things that a person can remember in this lifetime are limited.

But this kid still remembers his grudge.

"You never gave it to me in your life."

I'm such a jerk.

But what else can I give him, he thought?

After the knife-sharp heartache and fleeting nostalgia, Gong Weiyan felt that his hearing had recovered miraculously. He could hear all kinds of sounds, huge and weak, like the sound of bells shaking, flames The sound of jumping on the firewood, the sound of pigeons returning to their nest in the evening, the sound of gurgling water in the river, the sound of wind whistling outside the window, the sound of his wife calling, and the sound of a clock ticking like a heartbeat.

Tick, tick.

Slow and serene.

From his hazy vision, he saw Gong Juanye standing up, leaving his heartache and nostalgia behind him, he stretched out his hand, and had to try his best to reach the top of his son's hair, he thought——Junye is already so High, when did you jump so high?You have to ask his mother.

He is leaving.

Yes, there is one more sentence to tell his worried son.

"dad……?"

He grabbed the back of Gong Junye's neck, pulled him closer, lowered the child's stubborn head, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Be good when you're alone at home."

All sounds receded like a wave.

He closed his eyes in the dream, and the sea was peaceful.

(ten)

"Be good when you're alone at home."

After saying this, everything about him disappeared, like dust scattered in the cold winter sun.That moment was so fast, so fast that the ring that had been worn on his hand for decades was still warm, as if he was holding Gong Junye's hand just a second ago, and then suddenly, before anyone could react, he let go Yes, without the slightest hesitation or pleading.

Gong Junye sat beside Gong Weiyan for a long time.

In his memory, he had never stayed by his father's side like this before, and the cold sunlight warmed him up, like a perfunctory hug when parting was approaching.He raised his head and looked out of the window, his eyes reflected deep and light blue, such a clear sky was rare in the whole gloomy winter, the wind and words lost all meaning, he forgot what he wanted to say a few seconds ago, At this time, they are separated by the river called life and death, and they are left on the other side forever, as safe as a secret that will not be known.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if his hands had become lighter, and slowly retracted them to his knees, letting go of some of the past.

He didn't make a sound, didn't open the door behind him, turning the room into an isolated corner for 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes.

It took him 3 minutes to enjoy the silence here, and then he said, "Come on."

A dozen or so subordinates walked into the room one after another outside the door, none of them dared to look up at the person lying on the hospital bed.The ring symbolizing family power appeared on the young master's hand. He rubbed his fingers and took a deep breath. The sunlight around him became weaker, and the wind picked up outside the window, covering the sun.

"Go and invite my uncle and uncle here." He said, "Brother, we always have to see each other for the last time."

After he finished speaking, he felt that his words were ambiguous, and changed his words with a chuckle: "No, it's not the last one."

When Qiu Heng was helped out of the ward by the nurse to go to the toilet, he heard that the top floor of the inpatient building was blocked and the stairs could not be walked, and there was a black suit with a fierce face chasing people there.

He looked downstairs through the window of the bathroom, but he didn't see a police car in the yard, so he was sure it wasn't a policeman, so he had no choice but to hold his arm that had not been removed, and limped to ask the nurse at the door: "What's going on?" Son?"

The nurse asked him back: "Isn't that someone you know?!"

Qiu Heng looked bewildered.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash of a heavy object falling to the ground upstairs, and the scream almost pierced the floor, both of them were startled.

The upstairs is facing Gong Weiyan's ward.

He closed his eyes, and his breathing had stopped for a long time, and a pair of shiny handcuffs were shackled at the end of his bed, being constantly shaken by a middle-aged man with a bruised nose and a swollen face.His head was pinned to the ground, and blood oozes from the gums, mixed with saliva and gastric juice, Gong Junye couldn't stand it anymore, and supported his father's hospital bed with one hand.

"Uncle."

The man was speechless, his eyes fixed on him, and he exhaled air from his nostrils like an old cow, mixed with the hot smell of blood.

He bent down again and looked condescendingly at the uncle who was curled up on the ground. The latter's arm was broken into several joints, limp and uncontrollable, and his knees rubbed against the hard floor. The eyeballs are still rolling.

"Sent someone to squat outside the hospital all night and didn't kill me. It's a pity, isn't it?"

He should die.He shrugged his shoulders, thinking, these words probably made Qiu Heng suffer on his behalf.

"I'm sorry that the will was not completed. I just thought that my dad can have today, and my uncle and uncle have contributed a lot."

He backed away, afraid that the blood spreading on the ground would stain his shoes, and waved, a young man in a black suit stepped forward, respectfully handed him a cigarette, and lit it.

"Since you two care so much about his life and death, then do something more meaningful."

He took a sip and took a moment to think about it, as if he had used it to calm himself down.

"According to the rules, when someone in the family dies, one has to observe filial piety for three years. As for me, unfortunately, I'm busy and don't have the energy, so I will ask my uncle to do it for me."

"Please live together in the old house for three years, and spend good time with my dad. I will send someone to take care of it, and I won't treat you badly."

"Aunt and Aunt, I will be responsible for explaining clearly, don't worry."

He stretched out his hands and patted the shoulders of the two elders earnestly.

"Unless you dare to run."

Gong Junxing came home before dinner, and saw the lights in the house from downstairs.

He ran upstairs, opened the door with the key, turned on the porch light and called "Mom".

No one answered him.

A young man's voice came from the living room: "Brother, you are back."

He didn't have time to take off his shoes, so he ran over to see that the living room was crowded with people.His mother was held down on the sofa, and a piece of silver reflective tape was pasted on her mouth.His cousin Gong Junye was sitting on the couch diagonally opposite, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

The 17-year-old boy was completely frightened, he could only obey the other party's order and sit down on the other side of the sofa. Just as he glanced at his mother, Gong Junye pushed a shuffled deck of playing cards in front of him.

"Play a game?"

The simplest rules.

He wanted to know what happened, where his father went, and what this terrible cousin wanted to do, but he was controlled by others and had no right to choose and ask questions. It looked like he was buried in snow, but his face was flushed with blood.

The whole room could only hear the sound of breathing one after another. When Gong Junye spoke, he was on the verge of collapse under this kind of mental pressure, and the cards in his hand were crumpled into a ball.

"I have two things to tell you."

Gong Junye stretched out a finger.

"First, your father is in my hands."

"Second..." He stretched out his second finger, and couldn't help laughing when he said this, "You don't know, I'm very good at poker."

Gong Junxing didn't dare to look at the last five cards he laid out on the table.

Sixty seven eighty ninety, straight flush.

(eleven)

Three years later.

According to the news, Gong Weiyan, the head of the Gong family, passed away from illness. The 23-year-old Changgong Junye took his place, and said that the funeral should be held in a grand manner.

As the most influential host, on the day of the funeral, the scene of tens of thousands of people attending the funeral frightened many citizens along the street, and it became the talk of others after dinner for a while.

Some people say that Gong Weiyan didn't spend the last time of his life in the old house like the rumors said, he died long ago, and his son claimed that he was still alive for three years in order to buy time for himself to stabilize his position Some people say that Gong Junye, an unfilial son, is clearly acting in a bitter drama. He has been swallowing his breath and playing the weak at home. In fact, he has had wolf ambitions since he was a teenager, planning to seize the family business; some people say that Gong Weiyan's two brothers died. Strangely enough, they must have lost both sides in the fight for inheritance.

Say anything.

Gong Junye was not interested in listening to his own gossip, he climbed off the big round bed full of people lying all over the place, pushed away the empty wine bottles that were in the way, and sat on the floor.

The sound of music outside the door is still roaring, and inside the door are jade bodies, and the room is full of beautiful spring scenery.He thought about where he was. This bedroom was the largest in the entire villa, divided into two suites inside and outside, sleeping at least a dozen girls in underwear.

He was naked to the waist, revealing the tattoo on his right arm that hadn't been seen three years ago, with an extinct cigarette butt dangling from his mouth, and a bright red lip print on his chest. At the same time, he politely removed a girl's hand that was pressing on his abdominal muscles, thinking he was still awake.

He dialed the number of the person he thought was the most reliable.

"Hello, Chu Qing."

The connection on the other side was quick, although the tone was not very enthusiastic: "What are you doing so late?"

"Come and pick me up." He tried his best to stare at the dangling lights on the ceiling in his turbulent drunkenness. "I don't think I can go back. If I really want to be overwhelmed by them, it won't be a good thing."

"..." The other end pondered, "Send me the location."

Half an hour later, the long-haired man visited the sleepless mountain mansion alone. The owner of the house was hugging left and right, and he was so excited that he didn't lift his eyelids when he saw anyone: "Who are you looking for?"

Chu Qing said with a sullen face, "Gong Junye."

The master looked at him with a flattering smile, from head to toe: "Are you his concubine?"

While speaking, Gong Junye was carried out of the room by five or six bodyguards, and thrown in front of them half dead, Chu Qing took one of his arms and picked him up like a dead chicken. His face was sprayed with alcohol, and he immediately He punched him hard in the face.

"I am his uncle."

Gong Junye woke up from the dream, dreaming that his face that he relied on for survival had been disfigured. As a man who had lived on his face for the first half of his life, he opened his eyes in grief, and found that he had succeeded in getting out of the pool of wine and flesh. She escaped and hid in Chu Qing's car.

The road down the mountain is gradually flattened, the night breeze is blowing, and the bustling neon lights of the city are at the end of the road.

The phone displayed 21 missed calls from his assistant, all of which he missed perfectly.

He looked back and sighed.

Knowing that he was awake, Chu Qing didn't speak, turned on the car stereo, and played the midnight radio station that no one listened to.

He lay down in the seat with peace of mind, unbuttoned the top button of the shirt collar, breathed comfortably, closed his eyes again, and wandered between dreams and reality.

The male voice singing next to his ears was as salty as if soaked in sea water, and the yellow lights of the street lamps flashed past his eyes one by one, and he blocked them with the back of his hand.

"Where am I now?" he asked hoarsely.

Chu Qing glanced in the rearview mirror and said in a low voice, "On the way home."

Tears poured down his trembling throat, he didn't know what was wrong with him.

But it doesn't matter, he is already on his way home.

The result of too much entertainment is that he sleeps hungry until the next afternoon, no one calls him, and the sun is setting when he wakes up.

He lived alone for three years. After the deaths of Ai Rui and Gong Weiyan, he wanted to move out, but he didn't want to leave. He simply bought a new single-family villa next door. For meeting guests.

He sat motionless on the bed, watching the empty room gradually soak in the lonely yellow room, sat for a long time, until he could no longer bear the silence, ran to take a quick shower, served seafood porridge mixed with stomach medicine for dinner , Ride on a locomotive and rush to the company.

His current so-called company is based on Gong Weiyan's previous company. After more rigorous "packaging", it has become a violent group integrating security, smuggling, debt collection, and usury.Of course, from the outside it looks like a financing firm on the second floor of a pawn shop—his boss is indeed a luxury goods appraiser with a certificate.

Si Jun complained incompetently about this: "Why don't you show off the financial analyst certificate you took in college!"

"Don't be so high-profile." Gong Junye said seriously, "It's true that it's plain."

The chairman of the company couldn't help but cast a heartfelt look at the largest shareholder of their company.

With friends who are in the same boat and a beautiful and legitimate cover, he can safely launder the unknown black money in pawn shops and Si Jun's entertainment company.It took him three years to forge this complete chain of interests. He didn't have to worry about it, and he didn't have to worry about the outside world. He had to thank his uncle who was guarding the spirit in the old house, his brother who had been hiding abroad for several years and dared not go home, and his old man who had just entered the earth. dad.

By the way, there is also his new assistant Mr. Zhou Jingyang.

Gong Junye parked his coquettish black heavy machine, stepped into the gate of the pawn shop with his helmet in his arms, and lined up in two rows in black suits, and bowed to him in unison: "Good luck, boss!"

His legs trembled in fright: "Fuck me, don't be so loud!"

But it was too late.

The person who squatted to catch the bag had already heard the sound, and rolled down from the second floor like a whirlwind, and rushed straight to his face: "Master——"

He thought bitterly, he deserved it.

Gong Junye didn't know many good people these years, Chu Qing counted one, Qiu Heng counted one, and Zhou Jingyang counted one.

If it is said that the first two people have the dedication spirit of knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the tigers, then Zhou Jingyang was completely tricked into boarding the pirate ship by him.

In the first year when Gong Junye inherited the family business, he heard that a bad friend was conspired and sent to prison. At that time, Si Jun persuaded him, no matter how smooth the wind was, he had to leave a way out for himself, and he had to give priority to safety no matter what. Myself, after all, once this person enters the high wall, the country outside the wall will change hands, but you can't help it.

So Gong Junye knew that his hands were not clean, so he needed someone who could represent him in those "clean" businesses.This person must be pure, trustworthy, and have no blemish on his identity record, and stand in front of him openly. Even if he capsizes in the gutter one day, there is still someone who can continue to work for him without being affected at all. , to accumulate wealth, so that no matter how many times he loses, he will have the capital to make a comeback.

This person is Zhou Jingyang, a good man who "elite job seekers were cruelly handed over by evil forces and put in sacks to do serious work".

Zhou Jingyang really came out to look for a job at first.

This man, who was obsessed with research until he was almost 30 years old, didn't think of looking for a job. He devoted the best time of his life to a great academic career. He left the school in a hurry and browsed through the job search website, Gong Junye, a prestigious listed company. I went to look at the recruitment information again, and felt that the environment was good and the salary was good, so I applied for the job without hesitation.

Or say that cultural people suffer the most.

A doctor of finance with an international certified public accountant certificate, gentle and positive image, very in line with Gong Junye's positioning of a gentleman.

Boss Gong said kindly: "At present, what I lack is an assistant. Apart from work, I will also involve some personal aspects, but I guarantee that it will not affect Mr. Zhou's normal life. Do you think it is suitable?"

Zhou Jingyang nodded innocently.

"Okay, please read the labor contract."

So when he lowered his head to read the few pieces of torn paper on the table, a burlap sack covered his head.

(twelve)

Zhou Jingyang will never forget in his whole life, how he faced threats and intimidation alone on the day when he became a delinquent youth.

Gong Junye: "I mean what I say, and I will give you three times the salary. I really don't want to go to work. Please do me a favor, Dr. Zhou."

Zhou Jingyang: "..."

The office was covered with a blood-red carpet, surrounded by fierce and burly men, no matter how stupid he was, he could see the background of this young young master Gong, so he knelt down with a plop: "I, I, I, I, I, Is it okay to follow you, Young Master Gong?"

"Who made you call that!"

His teeth trembled in fright when someone shouted angrily, but Gong Junye suppressed it lightly.

"You can call it that now." He said with a smile, "I'm the only one left in the Gong family."

In the silence where his voice fell, Zhou Jingyang suppressed his confusion.

At that time, he didn't understand Gong Junye at all.

When he really understood this person and the heavy past that he didn't want to mention behind his name, he had already forgotten the reason why he was determined to stay in the first place.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Gong Junye bid farewell to his assistant who was working on the night shift and a group of subordinates who enthusiastically persuaded him to stay, and wanted to go for a night ride on the winding mountain road.

He likes the liveliness of a party, but also the quietness of being alone.While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection leading to the mountain road, he desperately took off his helmet and wanted to light a cigarette for himself. The wind was blowing late, and the lighter could not be turned on. He turned his head to look at the side of the road, and there was a familiar figure.

——To be precise, it changed from "boy" to "teenager".

Although it is not uncommon to meet people who have lived here all year round in the old city, fate is still a strange thing.Anyone who always meets another person under various chances and coincidences will find it interesting.

The kid who brandished a knife to protect his mother is now a 14-year-old junior high school student. He has short, clean hair, and a baggy shirt supported by his ungrown body. It seems to moisten things silently into people's hearts.

In the past three years, he has grown up again, thriving like a tree blooming in summer, you can smell that bright to spicy smell, the scent of a teenager.

Not when he was a teenager.

Gong Junye was amazed that after three years, he could still put this child into his memory and place it in his memory accurately. If he remembered correctly, his surname should be Xia.

But this time it was he who took the initiative to stand in front of Gong Junye, looking embarrassed as if he had something to say.

"Mr. Landlord, can I take your car?"

I don't know what kind of bad thing made the child so difficult, Gong Junye held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and wanted to frown to express the seriousness of his listening, but one sentence made him fail.

"Brother, please."

The child tremblingly lit a cigarette for Gong Junye, showing honest fear of the little tricks adults used to, but he did it obediently, blindly believing that this was a way to ask for help—it was true, but he shouldn't teach a child to learn this .

A good brother should not teach bad children.

He suddenly forgot whether he was a good guy or a bad guy.But who the hell cares about that?

"boarding."

When a kid thinks of you as a hero, be his hero.

"So you beat the gangster for that kid?"

Zhou Jingyang reluctantly participated in the end of the incident. After learning about the process, it was rare for him to let go of Gong Jun's bad habit of skipping work at night, and he was very suspicious of the essence behind this helping others: "To be honest, it was beyond my expectation. Looking at it this way Your image, young master, is quite tall and majestic in the hearts of children."

"Do you intellectuals know how to praise people?" Gong Junye was not convinced, "Aren't I handsome when I send the kids home after beating the hooligans?"

As an intellectual who does not bow down to five buckets of rice, even in the face of his immediate superior, Zhou Jingyang still calmly denied it: "I don't think any adult with a sound mind is so naive as to find a sense of existence in the eyes of a 14-year-old child." of."

"..."

So, is it the vanity of longing for that trust?

"But when he looked at me," Gong Junye said, "it seemed like there were stars in his eyes."

When he met the star again, it was in a bar called "Dawn".

It was raining heavily that day, and he escaped a nasty party.Back then, Gong Weiyan often played the role of a gentleman, laughing and drinking glasses with others, but now this role is replaced by himself, since he escaped anyway, it is not shameful, and no one dares to laugh at him.Even when he's drenched and dizzy and can't keep his tie on, he remembers the bar where the kid worked.

Yes, he did his homework on the sly, after three full years on hold.It's all because of the peace in this world, there's no fun in causing him, so he can only pay attention to an unlucky child who is too poor to show his teeth.

He knew a lot about where the kid went to school, that he tended his family's grocery store on weekends, that he was always wearing headphones because he loved music, that he was short of money, that his name was Summer Break.

But he still wanted to ask the boy singing under the lamp, what's your name?

It was a starless night, following the direction of the singing, he pushed open the half-hidden door of the bar, marveling at the attraction that broke away from his reason, and finally approached a throbbing secret.

Like a greedy and experienced wolf, he strayed into the young hunter's garden, begging for a sip of water, wanting to be stroked, longing for the touch of his fingertips, wishing he could even wag his tail.

"My name is Xia Xi." The young man said, "the 'zi' of 'myself', and the 'heart' below it."

own heart.Gong Junye followed and recited silently, it was so easy that he got carried away with complacency.

"My surname is Gong, you can call me Lao Gong."

This is a joke.He's just drunk, so he can be irresponsible for his own impulse, trying to play tricks on him, to see him embarrassed, to see him cramped, to see him at a loss because of his inexperience.

The young man blushed even with his ears.

The development of the matter was a little out of his control, but he didn't guess the bottom line of the riddle he came up with.

He had never been so eccentrically drunk that such absurd words popped out of his heart.

love.

(thirteen)

In the dark night, people will walk towards the light.

It's not obsession, it's instinct.

Now that things are going on, Gong Junye has to admit with a shy old face that he has a little interest in a high school student who is nine years younger than him.

He felt that it was unrealistic for him to fall in love at this age.

He humbly asked Zhou Jingyang: "When will I be qualified to fall in love?"

Zhou Jingyang didn't understand what he was referring to for a long time.

——I long for an incomparably beautiful soul.Listen, it's not a pretty face or a beautiful body, I'm tired of playing with those.A child with nothing, I don't know why he is so unfortunate, and I don't know why he works so hard.He is so good.Are children all over the world as good as him?I guess not, I've only met one such person so far, and I can't miss him.I have everything he doesn't have, and he also has what I yearn for. I want to give it to him, but I'm afraid he won't want it. What should I do?What should I exchange with him?What if I want him?Is he willing to be possessed by me?

It's not about sex, it's about empathy, it's about self-gratification, the night I fell in love with him wasn't even moonless.

But I want his blushing ears, the stars in his eyes, I want him to look at me like a thief with a rose in his arms.

"Then you'll be as good as him."

Restraining to achieve a goal seems to make the outcome more meaningful than doing whatever you want.

Because he has everything, money, status, respect and admiration from others, these things can be obtained effortlessly, he has to taste something different, like a fox coveting the highest fruit under the grape arbor.

Like the reasons for indulgence, all motives are whim.He wants a teenage love.

——I want to find proof from those shining eyes, whether I am such a beautiful thing like your dream.

This is an ultra-long-term investment with low risk and high return, which is most suitable for cunning businessmen.

Gong Junye had never spent much time thinking about chasing people before, but this time it was a fresh picture, and he also wanted to experience the joy of giving full play to his subjective initiative.

Hearing that the little ghost's house had collapsed, he immediately slapped the table sharply: "I want to give him a flat."

Gong Junye is not a teenage boy, falling in love depends on routines and passion.He is well versed in the rules of a gentleman, he can do what he can but he can't, he keeps a polite distance, he even finds an appropriate excuse for his goodwill, taking into account that child's self-esteem that is stronger than that of ordinary people.

It is not difficult to buy a hardcover apartment on your own site and forge the contract, but Zhou Jingyang made a few extra trips.

He was sure of the little devil's obsession with "reciprocity".It can be felt that the poor boy cares about other people's kindness very much, even if the status of the two is very different, as long as he gives it, he will find a way to return it.

And he is naturally willing to accept thanks and rewards-this is how the exchanges between the two become more frequent.

He was overjoyed when he received a call from Xia Xi inviting him to dinner.

Even laughed out loud in serious work situations.

"..." The subordinate who was beating someone saw that the boss suddenly laughed, and was a little at a loss as to what to do.

In the dimly lit warehouse, Gong Junye was sitting under the only lamp, kneeling in front of a few bloody hapless bastards, their hands tied behind their backs, and they kowtowed to the ground.

"Brother, we don't dare to make trouble anymore..."

He was talking on the phone as if no one was there, with an indistinct smile on his face, the phone was slightly away from the side of his face, and he raised his index finger to touch his lips.

"You bothered me."

Gong Junye was obsessed with this kind of split-personality setting. Ever since he got mental illness, he became more energetic.

In addition, under Zhou Jingyang's urging, he quit the corrupt hotel party and daily bed partner, and his private life became more regulated.

There is not so much time to get lost in the hustle and bustle of nothingness, and I am no longer afraid of loneliness after the show.

It was another evening when he woke up alone. He watched an old movie all night, slept until he woke up naturally, set an alarm clock for [-]:[-] pm in advance, answered a few emails from clients after waking up, and had an appointment at [-]:[-] pm.

The first time Xia Xi took the initiative to invite him was to watch his game in an underground bar.

Gong Junye is not interested in music itself.

But when music becomes an inseparable part of the person "Xiaxi", its meaning goes beyond that.

It was the child's wings, the treasure that was within him.Standing in the center of the stage, he seems to have shed his ordinary skin, so dazzling that people can only look up to him.

Gong Junye gathered under the stage with countless cheering people, and became one of them, looking in the same direction, with the same light on his face, but he thought to himself, I am different.

I kissed the back of his hand.

He will be mine before the world finds out.

Even if he didn't win.

At the end of the game, Xia Xi did not achieve the desired results.

Gong Junye was listening to the results in the audience, and before the host finished reading out the list of winners, he resolutely left the noisy crowd.

He found Xia Xi in the deserted safe passage, the boy sat alone on the public bench, bent down, arched his back like a small animal, trying to hide himself in the palm of his hand.

He whispered, "It's okay."

Gong Junye knelt down in front of him, and peeked through the gap between his fingers to see the disappointed face of the young man, even though he had experienced all kinds of disappointments before, he still said: "I tried my best."

So Gong Junye withdrew his outstretched hand without letting him notice.

"Go to the bathroom over there and wash your face."

He has a lot to say, but he doesn't have the mature timing and proper identity. This impulse seems to have exceeded the amount of emotion he currently holds, and he has to wait a little longer.

Unexpectedly, an unexpected person came.

(fourteen)

"You can't guess who I ran into with your two brains."

Just as Si Jun wanted to swear on the phone, he heard Gong Junye say a familiar name on the other end: "Lin Ruian."

"What the hell?" He was a little unsure.

"Pimp."

As a dignified and well-dressed animal, Gong Junye took into account the image of a gentleman he worked so hard to maintain, and did not express a tenth of his inner arrogance in front of him, but behind his back, he had already exploded into a firework factory: "Don't worry about being a manager." People are still pimps, this grandson has no good intentions!"

The motives are similar, the routines are the same, the entertainment industry is a pool of muddy water, whoever loves whoever wants to go.

Anyway, the summer break will not work.

He took a sip of tea and coughed.If I had to ask him to describe his current feeling, it was as if he worked hard to raise potted flowers from morning to night, looking forward to the stars and the moon until they were ready to bloom, and suddenly a pig rushed out from next door.

I feel the same as my father.

Si Jun laughed unkindly: "Fool, what are you in a hurry for, find someone to follow you."

The method is a good method, it can finally calm down Gong Junye.

In the time of one cigarette, he thought of a countermeasure and called his informant: "Go and follow, once the fake foreign devil has contact with him, let me know immediately."

The informants are all gossip madmen, watching the excitement is no big deal: "Brother, are you catching rape?"

One minute later, he closed the door of Gong Junye's office while clutching his bleeding nose, and began the task crying.

Gong Juanye's behavior style has also somewhat inherited Gong Weiyan's prudence and prudence, both overtly and secretly.He secretly sent someone to follow him, but he had to show some performance in the open.

A few days later, he asked Lin Ruian to "reminiscing about the past" - he didn't tell Xia Xi, the baby should study hard, and the third year of high school is very important.

Leave the adult's affairs to the adults to solve.

"Long time no see, I miss you so much."

After eight years, Lin Ruian didn't seem to have changed much, except that his speech and behavior were more confusing, and his smile was still frivolous and annoying.The pimp has always been a good hand, his attitude is always free and ambiguous, and everyone looks like a crush in his eyes.

Reluctantly, they did hit it off.If he didn't understand the essence of the other party, Gong Junye should have invited him to drink a glass of wine.

"Anyone is fine, except Xia Xi." He said, "Stay away from him."

He suddenly felt that there was a subtle similarity between this and their acquaintance, whether it was an opportunity or a line, but this time he would never turn a blind eye to it.

"Why, he is also yours?" Lin Ruian laughed, "God, I love you so much, you have such a good eye."

Gong Junye looked at him calmly, until the exaggerated smile completely disappeared from Lin Ruian's face, replaced by a naked provocation.

"This is not good." He narrowed his eyes, and his voice sank, "I'm the one who likes to touch you." Before Gong Junye showed his anger, he dropped a word meaningfully.

"Your boy will grow up one day, let him choose."

This sentence became a fishbone stuck in Gong Junye's throat, tormenting him continuously for several months.A man like him has always had a natural pride in what he wants, which he can lose but never be taken from.

Fortunately, his boy chose him.

In the end, when he visited the hospital for the second time because of this incident and was pinned to the hospital bed for stitches by a cruel nurse, he extended a thumbs up to Zhou Jingyang who was heartbroken: "It's not a bad act."

"..."

"I haven't been saved by a hero yet."

"Are you proud???"

He is not only proud, but also put on the most handsome pose