When the storm took the script

When the two came out of the hospital, the snow had stopped and they stepped on it. Even though Sheng Junqian was wearing long johns, his ankles felt as cold as a needle prick. He wanted to remind Zhao Duan to take hot water when he went home. He stepped forward, only to find that this person had already walked ahead at some point, and was standing under a big tree in a daze.

With both hands in his pockets, Sheng Junqian kicked Zhao Duan: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Duan smiled slyly at him, kicked on the tree trunk and ran away. The snow fell down with a splash. a neck.

Zhao Duan was out of breath with a smile, but when he saw Sheng Junqian standing still in a daze as if frozen, he felt a little flustered, walked over and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Sheng Junqian ?”

Sheng Junqian hadn't realized it yet. Apart from his obsession with cleanliness, he was afraid of the cold.

Zhao Duan was simply dancing wildly in his minefield.

Sheng Junqian's eyes were red from the cold, and he turned his head and stared at him with red eyes.

Seeing that he was really angry, Zhao Duan immediately apologized: "I'm sorry——"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain on his forehead, the snowball splashed away, and ice water snaked down from his forehead. When he looked up, he saw Sheng Junqian smiling triumphantly, with a snowball in his hand that was extremely rampant.

Zhao Duan was taken aback for a moment, and was aroused by him to fight.

Come on, hurt each other, I will be afraid of you, a brat? !

Neither of the two had snowball fights in their childhood. Sheng Junqian was a child of someone else’s family since he was a child. He was not interested in going out to play except for studying. Zhao Duan began to worry about his livelihood at a young age. More sorrow than play.

Late at night, there was a cold full moon hanging in the sky, the wind was cold and whistling in the winter night, snowflakes started flying again at some point, and there were still a few sporadic people at the hospital gate, coming and going in a hurry.

The two adults suddenly found their long-lost childhood on this snowy night.

During snowball fights and making snowmen, Sheng Junqian squatted on the ground and pulled Zhao Duan's hand, and Zhao Duan dragged him away without complaint.

"Hurry up, you're hurrying up!"

Sheng Junqian, who had never played so happily before, looked up at Zhao Duan's solid back, smiling as happily as a child. .

Zhao Duan had never heard him laugh so happily. He was so distracted when he ran, and suddenly hit a stone with his toe. He was about to fall, but he was hugged tightly by his waist and held him in his arms. His cold back touched him. Warm and hot, the two were so close that he seemed to be able to hear Sheng Junqian's heartbeat clearly.

He looked back, Sheng Junqian didn't know where to throw the mask in the fight, he was sweating all over, he pulled all the wet bangs up, revealing his beautiful and delicate facial features, panting slightly, his glasses slipped on his face On her lips, there were those beautiful peach blossom eyes shining brightly, as if a deep sea full of stars drowned a full moon in the sky.

At this moment, Zhao Duan suddenly remembered the sentence he saw from nowhere.

——Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third stunning color.

Seeing Sheng Junqian at this moment, he felt that what he said was wrong, it was clearly:

Because of you, the moon and snow in this world can be called stunning.

After playing around in the snow, the two returned to the car happily.

Seeing him sitting in a daze with a towel on his head, Sheng Junqian touched him with his arm, "What are you in a daze for?"

"Nothing." Zhao Duan came to his senses and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Sheng Jun reported the name of a villa.

Zhao Duan asked: "Are you still living at Jing Cheng's house?"

"Yeah." Sheng Junqian turned his head and wiped his hair, not seeing the change in his face, and said, "Didn't you find out everything?"

"He has lived in many people in this villa." Zhao Duan knew that Sheng Junqian would definitely not like Zhao Jingcheng, but he still couldn't control his emotions, and reminded him, "Don't trust him."

Sheng Junqian didn't take it seriously: "Well, I know. You should be the one who is careful."

After arriving at the destination, the cold wind howled, Zhao Duan sent him to the door, his steps were deliberately slow, and his shoulders were covered with snowflakes.

Sheng Junqian suddenly realized that the two had not exchanged contact information, and took out his mobile phone: "My WeChat, please scan it."

Zhao Duan put his hands in his pockets, pinched his phone tightly to control himself, and finally took out a check that he had prepared a long time ago: "Thank you very much for your help that day, this is the reward."

Sheng Junqian's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he took a deep look at him, knowing that he didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, an unknown fire came from nowhere, he folded the check into a paper airplane, and smashed it on the Zhao Duan's forehead.

Seeing a red spot on the man's forehead, he snorted coldly: "If you really want to thank me, why not find a suitable reason to blow up this villa for me."

Zhao Duan: "..."

After Sheng Junqian finished speaking, he turned and left, walking fast, as if he would be infected with the virus if he looked at him more.

----

Back in the bedroom, there was a strong smell of alcohol. Sheng Junqian adjusted his glasses, and the faint moonlight poured in from the window. Only then did he find Zhao Jingcheng, who was hidden in the shadow, with cigarette butts lying on the ground beside him. It's a bunch of crooked wine bottles.

His domain was so ruined by others, Sheng Junqian got goosebumps all over his body, and he was about to leave, but he heard Zhao Jingcheng calling Zhao Duan's name with his back turned to him.

Sheng Junqian was taken aback.

Looking back, he saw that he was drunk and unconscious.

With a smell of alcohol, he was worse than the homeless on the roadside, crying and shouting at Zhao Duan, with some obscenities mixed in.

Sheng Junqian endured it.

Did not hold back.

Even forget to spray alcohol.

He casually picked up a wine bottle, reckoned it would be a non-lethal place, and smashed it neatly.

The pain made Zhao Jingcheng recover a little bit of consciousness. He felt dizzy for a while, and felt like throwing up when he bent down on the ground. Sheng Junqian quickly retreated to the door, and whenever he dared to vomit, he dared to smash again.

Zhao Jingcheng retched twice but didn't spit out anything. He felt pain in his shoulder and touched blood on his hand. He asked confusedly, "...what's wrong with me?"

Sheng Junqian lied to a drunkard with peace of mind: "You drink too much, hit the mosquito with a wine bottle."

"……Oh."

Zhao Jingcheng's mind was blunt, so he didn't bother with this matter any more, and said to himself: "Zhao Duan doesn't want me anymore..."

"He told me to go far away, let me go abroad, and let me never see him again..."

Suddenly, something stimulated the paranoid lunatic.

He stood up staggeringly, his eyes were red, and he swept the things on the table to the ground. Amidst the sound of falling to the ground, Zhao Jingcheng pointed at Sheng Junqian and said, "Obviously it was him, he was the one who seduced me!! Did he take care of me? Did I ask him to protect me from my injuries? Did I ask him to kneel down in the hospital and ask a doctor to treat me? He obviously doesn’t want me anymore, so why should he treat me so well? "

Sheng Junqian suddenly had a strange emotion. He has always been very indifferent to people, and few people can get into his heart, and he rarely shows ill will to others.

Zhao Jingcheng is probably the only person he hates so much in his previous life and this life combined.

Sheng Junqian squinted his eyes, condescendingly staring at the alcoholic in front of him, he didn't even realize that there was a cluster of black flames in his eyes, his expression was more indifferent than ever, he "kindly" reminded Zhao Jingcheng:

"You have no blood relationship with him at all. You don't even have the most basic family relationship. If he doesn't want you, then you are a stranger. You know who he is. He is merciless when dealing with outsiders, and he wants to die. .

"in other words."

"Zhao Jingcheng, without Zhao Duan's goodwill, you would not be able to live now. Have you seen those dirty maggots in the toilet? That's you, despicable, ridiculous, disgusting, and worthless."

"There are many people who like Zhao Duan, but you are the least worth mentioning and the one that disgusts him the most."

After finishing the last sentence, Sheng Junqian's heart beat like a drum for some reason.

He looks like Zhao Duan when he is not smiling, and looks more like Zhao Duan when he is cold, half of his body is hidden in the darkness, his eyes are sharp, contemptuous and arrogant, even the self-proclaimed infatuated Zhao Jingcheng is in a trance——

Did Zhao Duan really say these vicious words to him?

After Sheng Junqian finished speaking, he didn't bother him any more. He closed the door with a bang and walked away. After walking far away, he could faintly hear the suppressed crying of pain coming from inside.

From sobbing to crying.

It sounds pathetic and funny.

Not worthy of sympathy at all.

-

The bright moon was covered by dark clouds, and the sky was cloudy and heavy, as if it was about to collapse.

Sheng Junqian came out of the villa and took a taxi back to school.

The car window was half rolled down by him, the cold wind howled, Sheng Junqian's face turned pale, his fingertips were cold, he tapped on the seat, it was already late at night, but the neon lights outside were still flashing, and there was no end to the stream.

There are gangsters fighting in the corner, sleeping beggars and homeless men next to the trash can, passing by the bus platform, squatting on the ground, a late girl who was robbed and crying bitterly, and further ahead, there is a thin waiter who is obediently scolded by a mean customer with a cigarette in his mouth .

This city is prosperous but ruthless. In order to survive here, everyone works hard to live.

This is not the first time that Sheng Junqian has seen these things, but as long as Sheng Junqian thinks that these may be Zhao Duan's past experience, the innately weak empathy seems to suddenly grow thousands of vines at this moment, tightly grasping Touching his heart, it tightened inch by inch, and there were bursts of tingling.

【Ding! 】

【Data update 100%】

[Host host, because of your one-point change in the plot, Zhao Duan replaced Lisa with a new assistant, got rid of the traitor xx, reduced his trust in Zhao Jingcheng to 20%, and sent Zhao Jingcheng abroad, nice! 】

This matter did not happen in his previous life. Sheng Junqian breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt an unprecedented emptiness, as if all the reasons for approaching Zhao Duan had disappeared...

[However, because the plot has completely deviated from the normal plot, the department is unable to predict Zhao Duan's fate. It has been detected that Zhao Jingcheng's paranoid index is higher than the normal value. Please don't let your guard down easily! 】

"Really?" Sheng Junqian's eyes suddenly lit up with a small fire, he pursed his lips, and looked at the lights of Wanjia outside the window.

whispered:

I'm petty, so don't worry about him.

----

When an old house catches fire, once the momentum rises, the flames will soar into the sky and be unstoppable.

Zhao Duan has really experienced the taste of love in the past few days. Being tortured by that little bastard Sheng Junqian, he can't eat well, sleep well, close his eyes, and wake up to wash his underwear.

The only Doraemon toffee was placed on the office desk by him like an ancestor.

One day, it was swept away by the cleaning lady.

Zhao Duan was furious, seeing his aunt in her 60s with a child, he clenched his fist and said nothing.

Almighty Lisa relieved the boss’s worries, and went to the snack shop specially, only to find out that Doraemon’s toffee was limited to the event, and it is no longer available, but they are making SpongeBob SquarePants recently, with different packaging, but The taste is the same.

Lisa bought them all back, and Zhao Duan took a bite.

Fuck, it's so fucking unpalatable.

For Zhao Duan's cloudy and cloudy days, the spring breeze and drizzle of smiling sometimes, and the abnormal state of dark complexion at other times, caring Lisa made a careful analysis and finally came to a conclusion.

The boss doesn't want sugar.

He is the one who wants to give candy.

In other words, the old tree is blooming, and he wants to fall in love.

The almighty Lisa quickly sent her boss a questionnaire for her future partner.

Q: What kind do you want?

A: University A, medical student, graduate student, iceberg face, handsome, likes disinfectant.

Lisa understood in seconds.

As an excellent assistant, an empathetic assistant.

She immediately sent a blind date invitation letter to Sheng Junqian's mailbox.

----

On the second day after Zhao Jingcheng went berserk, Sheng Junqian suddenly received a piece of news.

Xx villa was closed due to illegal construction.

There were villas all over there, but one of them was seized.

It also happened to belong to Zhao Jingcheng.

Sheng Junqian: ...

He has no guilt, and kind of wants to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Ding!

Just as he was about to put down his phone, he received another very weird email.

Title: You are here by fate——I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and when I looked back suddenly, the person was in the dimly lit place.

Is this a new type of scam?

Good soil.

Sheng Junqian didn't even have the desire to click on it, so he clicked on delete immediately.

From Sheng Junqian's point of view, this incident was just an insignificant episode. What was more important to him was that two weeks later, New Year's Day would arrive.

There is no holiday in the laboratory. Mr. Chen's work habit is to finish one thing and then take a ten-day half-month holiday. Therefore, this New Year's Day, Sheng Junqian and Zheng Cheng can only continue to work hard. Work.

On the first day of the new year, God showed great kindness, and the weather that had been gloomy for a week finally showed some sunshine.

Sheng Junqian didn't have a strong sense of festival rituals, but he deliberately asked for leave with Mr. Chen a week ago.

No one would have imagined that Sheng Junqian, a research dog with a cleanliness obsession and being too lazy to die, would crowd into the temple to worship Buddha and pray for good luck on the first day of the new year.

He lined up from morning to noon before arriving at the main hall on the top of the mountain. Standing at the entrance of the Daxiong Hall, he looked up at the solemn and compassionate Buddha statue. Does it affect?"

A88: [No, the host is great. This system is produced by the highest interstellar academy of sciences. It is neither a god nor a ghost. If I have to say it, it should be regarded as a high-tech product. 】

There were many people worshiping Buddha, and Sheng Junqian was squeezed in. He offered flowers that he had already bought, and when he looked up, he collided with Sakyamuni's downcast eyes. The compassionate and loving eyes made people who didn't believe in Buddhism Sheng Junqian's heart skipped a beat, and his piety became even more intense.

He prayed three times piously according to the correct posture of worshiping Buddha that he had already checked.

I pray for Zhao Duan I's well-being.

I was born again for him, and it is not too much to ask for a peace talisman every year.

Going down the mountain, Sheng Junqian took a red purse from the monk, which is said to be a peace talisman written by the master himself.

Not so precious, everyone who comes to climb the mountain has it.

But it is very precious, with the Buddha spirit, if it is not complete, it can really keep Zhao Duan's life safe

Back to school at three o'clock in the afternoon, the joy of the New Year's Day holiday washed away the pain of some students who were preparing for the exam, a group of people wore furry headdresses on their heads, gathered together to distribute small cards to passers-by, small gifts and light signs were piled on the table , posters, support sticks and other things.

Because the school often held some small activities, Sheng Junqian was not surprised by the performance of these girls, and only thought it was a celebration for New Year's Day.

Seeing that there were more and more people around, Sheng Junqian pulled up the mask a little bit, walked around them and walked to the laboratory.

But a girl blocked the way. She covered her face and stamped her feet excitedly, and approached in a low voice, "Lin Mu!! Mr. Yunya!!"

"Sorry, I'm not." Sheng Junqian said, and the girl became even more excited, "You are! Mr. Yunya's voice is cold, clear, ethereal, and alienated. They are perfectly blended together, and they are simply angels who descended from the world!!"

Sheng Junqian: "..."

Want to deny but dare not speak.

The best friend who accompanied the girl should be a student from University A. Seeing her friend having an oolong, she apologized to Sheng Junqian with a bit of embarrassment, and pulled the girl aside: "That's the male god of our medical school, Sheng Junqian, It's not your Lin Mu."

"Really? Really? You didn't lie to me?" The girl was dubious, and turned her head every step of the way, "But he is also very handsome. Although only his eyes are exposed, he must be a superb handsome guy! Tell me again, our Lin Brother Mu is also a doctor, do all of you who study medicine recruit people based on their faces?"

Sheng Junqian got rid of the group of star chasing girls and walked into the laboratory quickly. Zheng Cheng, who had been lying in the hospital for half a month, rushed over when he saw him, stepped back a few steps, and circled towards him. lock up.

Sheng Junqian was helpless: "What kind of monster are you doing?"

Zheng Cheng stared at him and said inexplicably, "Are you Sheng Junqian?"

Sheng Junqian said blankly, "I am your father."

"You are so irritable today. But since you saved Xiao Zheng, you will be my father Sheng from now on." The junior handed over the phone, "Dad, do you look like Kangkang? You just say you don't look like me. I will stop at noon today. Under the tree in our laboratory, I called Sheng Dae when I went up, and the moment the sunglasses were pulled down, I was so fucking shocked."

Sheng Junqian looked at the photos, and he really looked like him, especially the moment when he lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, revealing his nose and jaw.

He didn't care: "I'm a public face."

Zheng Cheng became sour into lemon essence, "If you are always the face of the public, what am I? The Turpan Basin with the best looks?"

Seeing that Sheng Junqian was not paying attention to him, Zheng Cheng asked again, unbelievable, "You really don't know each other?"

Sheng Junqian said, "You know him?"

"No way, sir." Zheng Cheng was silent when he heard the words, and stared at him with the eyes of a scumbag, "You forgot so soon? After all, you used to be a rival in love?"

"forget."

After all, after five years or even longer, Sheng Junqian really had no memory.

Zheng He recalled for him:

It's a very clichéd college story. In order to cheer for the medical school when she was a sophomore, the counselor dragged Sheng Junqian to sing a love song at the welcome party.

That dusty fairy temperament immediately attracted a freshman from a certain department. The girl was flamboyant and bold, and she set Sheng Junqian as a new target, and she straightforwardly kicked her current boyfriend to chase him.

"My girl's boyfriend, that is, Lin Mu, after a fight with you, I don't know what happened afterwards. He imitated you in everything, from clothing, hairstyle to personality, voice and expression, they are exactly the same."

"However, I heard that I was selected by a scout last year to film a movie. I haven't been to school for several months. Now I'm back to take an exam."

"cough."

Professor Chen walked in from the door with his hands behind his back. The small eyes behind the glasses were so bright that they were silent immediately.

After school in the evening, Sheng Junqian packed up his things and wanted to leave, but was held back by Zheng Cheng: "This year's New Year's Day party is held with the media next door. I heard that celebrities are also invited. Let's go and see it together?"

Sheng Junqian refused bluntly: "I won't go."

"Go, go." The junior snatched Sheng Junqian's schoolbag and carried it on his back, "Please, my girlfriend asked for leave to be the host, and called her male god to be present. Deyun Club, I am Don't expect to go in, can you bear to let me not do such a small matter?"

Zheng Cheng knew Sheng Junqian's temperament thoroughly. He looked like an iceberg, but in fact he was most afraid of stalking, and a strong woman was afraid of stalking. He was talking about this kind of person.

Generally, large-scale evening parties in University A are held in the small theater. The small theater is located in a geomantic treasure in University A, next to Swan Lake and Bamboo Forest.

On the way to the small theater, the bare branches are decorated with small white light bulbs, which contrast with the snow, and look at the fiery trees and silver flowers in the past, adding a bit of romance to the festive festival.

Several girls held Lin Mu's light sign in their hands, and Sheng Junqian was stopped several times even though he was wearing a mask. He had no choice but to walk in the relatively dark and sparsely populated bamboo forest.

Zheng Cheng saw the girlfriend who came to greet him at a glance, and shouted at Sheng Junqian, "Sheng, please wait for me."

Sheng Junqian nodded, found a corner where he could hide from Lin Mu's fans, and saw an acquaintance with a casual glance.

A man wearing a black mask with an extraordinary temperament stood side by side with Zhao Duan. He didn't know what he said. Zhao Duan asked the man to kiss his cheek, and then let the man tidy up his clothes, looking very intimate.

Sheng Junqian's pupils shrank, his face turned cold a little bit, his eyes were as quiet as a deep pool, he frowned subconsciously, holding the safety talisman he wanted to give to Zhao Duan in his hand, and wanted to tear it off immediately, but after thinking about it, it might be Unlucky, it still didn't move.

Here, Zhao Duan was kissed on the side by Lin Mu, almost jumped up and kicked by someone, but he held back.

It's good to have a good talk about love.

This was already the most satisfying one of the two blind dates that Lisa had asked him to attend in two weeks.

Settle down and get the little bastard out of your head.

Say it and do it.

Thinking of this, his messy head calmed down a bit, a gust of cold wind blew by, and his old bones ached like being stabbed.

Lin Mu pulled up the zipper for him.

Zhao Duan endured the discomfort and asked him to serve, but felt a chill behind his back.

Lin Mu wanted to hold his arm, but Zhao Duan took a step back and staggered him away. He didn't make a fuss, and said softly, "Let's go."

"Okay." Zhao Duan turned his head, but was stunned in place.

Sheng Junqian stood not far away, holding a cigarette in his hand, exhaling a puff of smoke faintly, still with that stern expression, surrounded by white mist, behind him was the noise of people, brightly lit, he seemed to be embedded in the bustling There is a black gem in it, and the handsome and delicate face is obscured.

Do top students also smoke?

Even an uneducated person like him knows that smoking rots his lungs. How could Sheng Junqian, who wished to live in alcohol, smoke?

Because of me?

Zhao Duan's heartbeat quickened, and he subconsciously wanted to go over and extinguish the cigarette between his fingers.

But Sheng Junqian's oppressive feeling that strangers should not enter made him dare not take a step closer.

In the next second, a beautiful girl in a dress ran out and threw herself into his arms, smashing all Zhao Duan's wishful thinking to pieces.

"Let's go."

Zhao Duan closed it hard, his face turned pale, and he let Lin Mu hold his arm and walked into the staff passage specially prepared for the two of them.

The author has something to say:

I thought I could finish this part of the plot + the next part of the plot in 6000 words

I am a sand sculpture author, rest assured that the next chapter will be fine.

So there are almost 7000 words left, and I will update it before [-]:[-] tonight, and say loudly again: I love Xiao Sheng and Lao Zhao! ! !

Little Easter eggs not written in the text:

After Zhao Duan sent Sheng Junqian away, he ran back to the hospital, asked for the child's address, ran to the child's house at night, and spent 1000 yuan to buy the packaging bag with the blue fat man printed on it.

The child saw him smirking, thinking that he liked candy wrappers very much, and took out a box with cheap hard candy plastic candy wrappers, which were colorful under the light.

In the end, Zhao Duan bought the box of candy wrappers for 1000 yuan each.

Fool.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!