Rivals of Rebirth

When Zheng Jue left the Han family, he was almost in a daze. By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing on the bustling street, surrounded by traffic and people. Standing alone in that place, it was like a world away. People seem to be separated from the people around by a layer of membrane, he can't feel their complexity, they can't feel his sorrow and joy.

Zheng Jue was in a daze for a while, he walked unsteadily along the road, and finally merged into the crowd.

**

Zheng Jue went to the small hotel where he died last in his last life. He was in the poorest and most filthy Dongxi corner in Hong Kong City. It was only separated by a river from the center of Hong Kong City, but there were two worlds.

Zheng Jue stood at the door of the small hotel, and the people around him cast strange glances at him. He was too abrupt, and he did not belong to the same world as the people in this place.

The innkeeper smiled flatteringly and greeted him: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

Zheng Jue can still remember the innkeeper's indifference to him in his last life, wishing to drive him out the next moment, for fear that he would not be able to pay the room fee, but now he calls himself Mr.

Zheng Jue hooked the corners of his mouth ironically, and his downcast eyes completely cooled down. This place and this person seemed to be a wake-up call to Zheng Jue's ears. He suddenly remembered the result of his last life, Is he going to repeat the tragedy of that life?

Zheng Jue raised his head slowly, looked at the innkeeper in front of him, and said softly, "No, thank you."

Zheng Jue quickly turned around and left this place, he should never come to this place again, Zheng Jue thought in his heart.

**

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Zheng Jue left Dongxijiao, and the whole Hong Kong city was already in the midst of feasting and feasting. Zheng Jue stood by the river in a daze, and took out a cigarette from his arms. He didn't like it the most. The smell of cigarettes, but at this moment he felt that he needed a cigarette.

Zheng Jue took a deep breath, and finally stopped his slightly trembling hands. He suddenly wanted to laugh, people are really strange animals, as long as they live a better life, they will start thinking about things beyond their control. Love is still too expensive for him now.

He can't afford it, and he can't.

Zheng Jue smoked a cigarette quietly and wanted to leave, but the phone rang, Zheng Jue picked it up, and Susie's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Zheng Sheng, Young Master Han is awake." Susie's voice trembled slightly.

Zheng Jue's eyes widened when he heard the news, and he held the unburned cigarette butt in his palm, and there was a beep coming from his palm, but Zheng Jue didn't seem to feel the pain, he I just felt that my heart, which had been silent for a long time, finally jumped, did he wake up?He's fine...

Zheng Jue wished he could go over to see him now, but in the end, he just clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "Susie, help me buy a plane ticket to go abroad. I'm going out for a few days."

Hearing Zheng Jue's wrong words, Susie was stunned for a while, and finally replied in a hurry: "Okay Zheng Sheng, I don't know which country you are going to?"

She was a dedicated assistant after all.

Zheng Jue's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't even make up a place name, so he just said casually: "Anywhere is fine, as long as you stay away from Hong Kong City."

Susie fell silent for a moment, and after a while, she replied calmly, "Yes, Zheng Sheng."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Jue felt that his body was a little weak. Maybe it was because the previous trauma had not healed, or maybe it was because the ups and downs he experienced today were too great. Zheng Jue lay on the guardrail by the river, buried his face deeply In the crook of his arms, he felt that his eyes were a little sore, but he didn't shed a single tear. Finally, he finally threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and a black scar was burned on his palm.

Zheng Jue raised his hand and looked at his palm, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and finally, he left without hesitation.

**

Han Jin was a little confused now. He stared at the doctor who examined him, and his thoughts were a little confused for a while. He still remembered the dazzling car lights, the warm touch in his arms, and the smell of grass on the tip of his nose and lips before he fell asleep. But now he was lying in this place, looking at the snow-white ceiling and the cold equipment around him, he finally realized that he was not dead.

When Han Jin realized this problem, he was about to bounce suddenly. Fortunately, the male doctor next to him held him down in a hurry, and said sharply: "You are injured so badly, so don't move, or the injury will hurt again. Aggravated."

Han Jin was originally weak, so he couldn't jump up at all, and now he couldn't get up even more, so he could only say: "I don't move, I just want to ask how the person who brought me here is doing?"

The doctor frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and finally said, "Is it Mr. Zheng? He was discharged from the hospital today."

"What? You've been discharged from the hospital?" Han Jin looked at the doctor puzzled, as if he didn't understand what he said.

He nodded impatiently: "His secretary has just gone through the discharge procedures, and Mr. Zheng has already left the hospital in the morning."

"Leaving..." Han Jin repeated in confusion. He didn't come to see him, nor did he wait for his injury to heal. He just left...

Han Jin intuitively felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was. He just sat on the bed blankly and let the doctor examine him.

After a while, Han Zizhang came in with a smile on his face. Seeing Han Jin sitting there, he straightened his face slightly, first motioned the doctors and nurses in the room to go out, and then said in a deep voice: "You I was too impulsive to do things this time, but fortunately I am fine now, if something really happens, you don’t say it yourself, and Zheng Sheng who is with you will regret it for the rest of his life!"

Hearing Han Zizhang talk about Zheng Jue, Han Jin raised his head slightly, but his eyes were blank.

"He's gone..." Han Jin said softly, "I haven't seen him yet." There was a trace of grievance in his tone.

Han Zizhang had never seen Han Jin like this before, and he was a little surprised for a while, but he calmed down again when he remembered what he had done.

"Oh, I've heard about this too. I heard that Zheng Sheng's company has a project abroad and wants to second someone there. Zheng Sheng was worried, so he went to watch it himself." Han Zizhang opened his eyes and said nonsense Didn't blink.

Hearing these words, Han Jin seemed to come alive, his eyes suddenly lit up, he picked up his mobile phone from the bedside, and dialed Zheng Jue impatiently.

Why didn't he think of this? Zheng Jue has always attached great importance to the company's affairs, so he must have left in a hurry before he had time to agree with him.

Han Jin picked up his mobile phone carefully, and almost immediately recited Zheng Jue's mobile phone number silently. He was full of hope in his heart. Zheng Jue has always been a soft-hearted person. This time he protects him like this, Zheng Jue will definitely not Will have the heart to leave him.

Then when the call was dialed, after a long silence, a mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone, and the number was empty.

Han Jin seemed to be frozen. The gentle smile on his face was a little ridiculously frozen at this moment. He didn't seem to understand, and he still put the phone to his ear.

Han Zizhang stood watching and couldn't help but sighed. He reached out to take the mobile phone from Han Jin's hand, but found that he was holding it so tightly that he couldn't take it out at all.

Han Zizhang had no choice but to say: "Han Jin, before Zheng Sheng left, let me tell you that he did something wrong before, and now he is going to correct it, so you should think about it carefully and don't go into a dead end."

Zheng Jue didn't say such a thing, but in Han Zizhang's eyes, their unethical feelings were wrong.

With a stiff neck, Han Jin turned his face to look at Han Zizhang, his expression suddenly became a little ferocious, and his eyes were tinged with scarlet. He suddenly rushed towards Han Zizhang and shouted: "It must be you! It must be Did you let him go! Han Zizhang! How many things do you have to take away from me to be satisfied!"

Han Zizhang was shocked at first, then sad, but his feet didn't move at all. The assistant behind him quickly stepped forward to stop Han Jin, and pinned him on the bed.

Han Jin was originally weak and was no match for the assistant at all, but even though there was no room for resistance, he still waited for Han Zizhang with hatred, and the hatred in his eyes almost gushed out.

Han Zizhang stood by the bed and looked at him, with vicissitudes suddenly appearing in his eyes. When Han Jin's mother betrayed him, how could he bear the arrogance at that time, so he kicked her out of the Han family, and finally she Died in sickness and sleepiness.

Since then, Han Jin has always hated him, and he has always known it, but he just pretends that he doesn't know, this is his only son, and he only cares about Han Jin in this world.

If it is said that what Han Jin likes today is a woman, no matter what the status of the woman is, he can accept it, but a man, he absolutely cannot accept it. Han Jin became the laughing stock of the entire Hong Kong city.

Han Zizhang closed his eyes lightly, and suddenly seemed to be a few years older, he sighed slightly and said: "Han Jin, Zheng Sheng is an adult, I can't force him to do anything, this matter is completely Zheng Sheng's responsibility. Jue's decision, you should also think about your future, and you can't keep fooling around like this, the Han family will leave it to you in the future!"

Han Jin pursed her lips, her hands trembling uncontrollably, but she still looked at Han Zizhang with resentment in her eyes.

Han Zizhang just felt a little tired, and waved to the assistant, who loosened the restraint on Han Jin.

But this time Han Jin didn't rush over again, he just lay there, staring straight at the ceiling, with a sense of sadness in his eyes.

Although Han Zizhang said a lot of nonsense, but one sentence is right, Zheng Jue is an adult, and a very assertive adult, if he is not willing, no one can force him to do anything, but he But now he chooses to give up on him, which means that in Zheng Jue's eyes, he is still not as good as his future.

Han Jin suddenly felt a little tired. What was he doing for it?

He kept chasing Zheng Jue, but in the end, he ended up like this. Should he be trampled like this all the time?He was once the aloof young man of the Han family. Why was all his pride smashed into the dust when he faced Zheng Jue, and he couldn't pick it up even if he wanted to.

Han Jin suddenly raised his arms and attached them to his eyes, and the next moment a stream of warm liquid wetted his cuffs.

Han Jin, he cried.

The author has something to say: I somehow feel that I will be beaten... ahahahahahahaha ps: Answer the questions in the comments

1. Regarding the issue of distressed Gongshou, I am a bit confused now, there are distressed Gongs and distressed shou, everyone should unify their opinions, otherwise I don’t know who to abuse【Actually it’s not..._(:з」 ∠)_I really don’t know how to write abuse. This chapter has been held up all night, and I wrote it last night when I stayed up a little bit┭┮﹏┭┮, and if my outline doesn’t collapse, then the biggest point of abuse It should have passed, and there will be a few pots of dog blood that I like to hear and see later. After sprinkling these dog blood, you can be sweet and shameless~(≧▽≦)/~

2. Those who don't know how to write national bl, Dad Han is a straight and straight man! ! ! !

3. Regarding the writing method and title of this article, this is the sad story of the author who pretended to be coercive but was slapped in the face, and finally gave up on himself. I originally wanted to write about the Hong Kong style, but I was not strong enough to write it in place. It became half a bucket of water. This time, I will pay attention to the scale of pretentiousness, and will not make such low-level pretentious mistakes! ! ! !

Well, that's all.

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