The two boats fell in love [entertainment]

"why do not you talk?"

Qiao Jin looked at Wei Chong, his expression betrayed everything.

Wei Chongru was struck by lightning, a trace of blood appeared in his throat, "...you don't remember anything, it's not amnesia, right?"

"Correct."

"The spiritual seat in the bedroom, isn't it a joke?"

"No."

The veins on Wei Chong's forehead were throbbing, he approached Qiao Jin like lightning, grabbed his front, his face was terribly gloomy, as if a storm was approaching, he gritted his teeth word by word: "Who are you?"

He should have thought of it earlier, how could his younger brother agree to find the murderer so readily, how could he behave so gentle and talented in front of others, how dare he risk his life to save a girl who framed him, let alone Putting his career and reputation on the line, he also wanted to seek justice for a Mr. Q who met by chance.

It turned out that this person was not his brother.

But it was clearly his younger brother.

Qiao Jin sighed: "I am that Mr. Q."

Wei Chong was panting heavily, and the depths of his eyes showed the fierceness of years of ups and downs in the mall, "Where did you get my brother?"

Qiao Jin felt that those eyes were extremely dangerous, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but he was pushed to the window, and his back leaned against the wooden window lattice. A gust of night wind blew in, and the curtains swelled like a ghost.

"Where did you get my brother?" Wei Chong asked again.

From then on, Qiao's head was chilled by the cold wind. He looked at Wei Chong who was on the verge of losing control, and wanted to lie, but he still spoke the truth: "Wei Lun is probably gone."

Wei Chong's gaze dropped to zero in an instant, he suddenly strangled Qiao Jin's neck, and pushed him out of the window, "You're lying."

For a second, Qiao Jin almost suffered a cardiac arrest. He hung half of his body outside the window, holding Wei Chong's arm firmly with both hands, "What are you doing?!"

Wei Chong seemed to be in a daze, "Allen is my younger brother, there is no way he is not here. Where did you hide him?"

No matter how many shortcomings Wei Lun had, everyone in the Wei family grew up watching him dote on them. No one could accept the sudden passing of a loved one.

No matter how well Qiao Jin behaved, the moment the truth was revealed, Wei Chong's younger brother would never be him.

Qiao Jin firmly suppressed the bitterness in his heart, "Brother, calm down..."

"I'm not your big brother!" Wei Chong pushed him out again, and the five fingers that pinched Qiao Jin's neck suddenly tightened.

The feeling of falling struck Qiao Jin's nerve endings, and he subconsciously wanted to grab something, such as the window lattice, Wei Chong's arm, and even the curtains that seemed out of reach.His face was red from suffocation and pale with shock.

"Ah Lun died after he fell off the horse, right?" Wei Chong asked in a hoarse voice, and without waiting for Qiao Jin's answer, he said to himself, "Then fall again, maybe he will come back."

Qiao Jin paled in horror, is Wei Chong trying to push him down?

Although there is only the second floor, who can say that there will be no fatalities on the second floor?

"...Brother, don't..." Qiao Jin's eyes were covered with water. It turned out that his life was so contemptible in the eyes of others, not worth mentioning.

The dim moonlight was difficult to penetrate through the thick gray clouds, and scattered all over the ground.

The wind cut Qiao Jin's face like a knife, and he begged, "Wei Chong, calm down."

However, the man who held his lifeline was indifferent, his eyes were not much warmer than ice and snow.

Qiao Jin suddenly felt sad, and accompanied by faint anger, hissed: "Do you think I want to become Wei Lun?"

Ever since he became "Wei Lun", he has been walking on thin ice every single day. The relationship between the Wei family, the dire straits in the entertainment industry, and the murderous intention hidden in the dark, every day when he wakes up, he has to face the mess Wei Lun left behind. .

In the eyes of others, Wei Lun is glamorous and glamorous, with thousands of pets all over him, he had enjoyed it, and then he patted his ass and left, but Qiao Jin has to be busy with it.

Someone asked him, would he like to be Wei Lun?

nobody.He was just forced to accept everything about Wei Lun.

"Do you think that you are the only one who has a younger brother?"

"I also have a brother..."

"I also want Yan Jue to come back..."

Big tears fell down, he didn't want to be Wei Lun, and he had important "relatives".

"I also... don't want to die!"

Qiao Jin clenched his fists, arched his body and swung it over!

Wei Chong was hit on the cheek, and under the excruciating pain, he involuntarily let go of his hands.

However, under the force of Qiao Jin, his suspended upper body no longer had anything to support him, and he suddenly fell down.

When the wind blows, the curtain tulle flutters like a blue ocean, flashing past Qiao Jin's eyes, a sense of weightlessness hits him, he tries to grab something, but in vain.

There is nothing left for him to grab.

His life is always like this, so hard, so hard to get what he wants, in the end, without exception, slipping away from his hands like quicksand.

Is this the case for family affection, for the songs you write, for your dreams, and even for your life?

so hard.

Life is really difficult.

Forget it, it's okay to die like this.No one was sad anyway.

He is not important to others.

Fans said: "Weilun, we love you forever!"

Not to say, Qiao Jin, we love you.

No one loves him.

The day he saw Yan Jue's body, Qiao Jin knew that no one in this world would love him anymore.

No one will support his dream any more, imagine the future with him, Qiao Jin's future will always lack someone.Even, his own future is gone.

"Brother, from now on you will write songs and I will sing. How about it?" Qiao Jin asked Yan Jue like this on a sunny afternoon a long time ago.

Without raising her eyes, Yan Jue casually turned over a page of the book, with a smile on her lips: "What if I don't write songs?"

"Then...then I'll write and sing myself. But why don't you write songs? Don't you like music the most?"

"Life is not about what you like, you can get it easily. When you grow up, you will understand."

Yes, I will understand when I grow up.I really get it.

I didn't understand until I hit the south wall and my head was bleeding.

Qiao Jin closed his eyes, waiting for death to come...

He didn't die, at the last moment of the fall, his arm was suddenly grabbed, and he was pulled upwards!

When he landed on the ground, he was still in a daze, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Wei Chong's cheek muscles twitched, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and his forehead was sweaty, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked at Qiao Jin, gasped for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

"...I'm sorry." He repeated, sweat slipped down the bridge of Guba's nose, and from a certain angle, it looked like tears, "I'm a little out of control now. Sorry."

Qiao Jin said dumbly: "I should say I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be your younger brother."

"..."

"But... I really didn't occupy his body, I don't know why it became like this..." Qiao Jin raised his face, suppressing the soreness in his eyes, but his voice couldn't stop trembling, "I don't want to either. ..."

Wei Chong looked at the young man who was desperately holding back his tears, such a handsome and flamboyant face, but such an aggrieved and stubborn appearance, which made people's heart ache.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to comfort him, just like he did when he was a child, but suddenly remembered something, resisted this urge forcefully, clenched his fingers into a fist, and his nails sank into the palm of his hand.

This person... is not his brother.

Wei Chong fled in embarrassment.

Qiao Jin wiped his face and stood in the dark for a long time, until his heels started to go numb, he fell to the ground as if he was exhausted, with his arms wrapped around his knees, and his face buried in his elbows. It was a lonely and self-protective man. pose.

He didn't want to care about the message coming from the phone, but he saw the message bar, it was from Lu Sheng.

He had promised this little boy that he could find him for anything.

Slide your fingertips on the screen to unlock.

Lu Sheng posted a picture of fried rice with two simple words: unpalatable

Qiao Jin: It looks pretty good.

Lu Sheng: My brother's fried food is not as delicious as yours.

Lu Sheng: He said that I am not allowed to sleep until I finish eating

Qiao Jin smiled: He is a good brother.

Lu Sheng didn't return, and after a while, Lu Yu called.

Qiao Jin adjusted his breathing and connected: "Hello, Teacher Lu?"

Lu Yu could hear his nasal voice and thought he was sick, "Unwell?"

What was wrong was that Qiao Jin was feeling uncomfortable.He scratched the cold tile floor with his index finger, lowered his eyes and said, "No."

"Have you taken medicine?"

"..." Qiao Jin said, "I'm not sick."

"Your throat is humming... have you ever cried?"

"..."

Lu Yu keenly caught the depressed mood in the short silence on the other end of the phone, buckled the table, threatened his younger brother who refused to eat with his eyes, then got up and walked to the balcony, his voice was deep and gentle like the gurgling water in the deep mountains, which made people feel uneasy Jue Jing calmed down: "What happened, can you tell me?"

Qiao Jin is not a person who is good at complaining to others. Most of the time, he keeps his depression in his heart, and as time goes by, it forms a silt pool with nowhere to go.Hearing Lu Yu's voice, he seemed to have found an outlet, and the sourness rushed into his eyes, but when the words came to his mouth, the tip of his tongue twitched, and he swallowed it again.

"...It's okay." He said with pretended ease, "I can handle it."

With the lessons learned from Wei Chong, he really couldn't muster up the strength to deal with the reaction of others after they knew he was not Wei Lun.The relationship with Lu Yu finally improved, and he thought it was good to maintain the status quo.

Lu Yu was silent, and said after a while: "That's good."

Changed the subject naturally: "Lu Sheng likes your fried rice, but he doesn't like mine."

Qiao Jin smiled: "If I have time, I'll make it for him."

"Then it's settled."

"Ah."

Once an agreement is made, it must be fulfilled.Even though such a small agreement filled Qiao Jin's frozen heart with warmth.

He envied Wei Lun's family, and also envied Lu Sheng's. He couldn't fit into the big family of Wei's family, but Lu Yu and Lu Sheng's "small family" expressed an invitation to him.At this moment, he really needs this kind of "recognition".

Qiao Jin walked out of the small living room, and when passing by Wei Lun's bedroom, he suddenly saw the door open, and he poked his head in to see that Wei Chong was sitting beside the bed with his younger brother's coffin in his arms, his eyes flushed.

Qiao Jin didn't bother him, he waited outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Chong came out in a daze, and seeing Qiao Jin standing against the wall as if he was being punished, he straightened his suit that was slightly wrinkled from maintaining the same posture for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry? "

Qiao Jin nodded hesitantly.

The nanny made two bowls of hot shredded pork noodles. The chicken was finely sliced, the scallions were green, the soup was clear yellow, and the noodles were smooth and chewy. The oil-like half-boiled egg liquid is poured on the noodles and shredded pork. It feels delicious and filling in the mouth, and the stomach is warmed up at once.

Juan was not asleep yet, rubbing against their legs friendly and howling.

Wei Chong didn't recognize it at first, "Where did the dog come from? It's so ugly."

Qiao Jin: "..."

Juanjuan: "..."

Qiao Jin: "Xu Shuo picked it up by the side of the road."

Wei Chong: "... Juan Juan?"

Juanjuan: "Aww~"

Wei Chong took a closer look, and finally recognized the little black dog. He was a little annoyed: "Why is it here?"

Qiao Jin: "Me and Xu Shuo don't have time to take care of it, why don't you take care of it?"

Wei Chong remained silent, how could he have time to raise it?

The nanny walked over step by step, afraid that the little dog would upset the owner, "Jujuan, you should go to bed."

Wei Chong didn't say anything, probably too lazy to care about it.Without the puppy, he still has thousands of reasons to meet Xu Shuo.

His stomach felt warm, Wei Chong didn't rush to leave, so Qiao Jin also stayed.Still in the small living room on the second floor, Wei Chong watched the bleak night outside the window, and told Qiao Jin a lot about Wei Lun.

In the eyes of outsiders, Wei Lun seems to have nothing but being handsome and rich.But as his family, Wei Lun has many lovely shining points.

Wei Lun doesn't eat fish, but every time he eats with his family, he will ask the cook to make two more braised crucian carp, because his parents love it.

For brother and sister's birthday, the double gifts he prepares are different every year and are ingenious.In the most bizarre year, he bought a tank of tropical fish, but before it was delivered to him, the tank exploded, and the fish, water, mixed with glass shards, splashed all over the ground, and the water flooded the three brothers and sisters. "Fish pond" screamed terribly.

Wei Chong adopted Tian An'an, and Wei Lun also likes this pair of twins. He bathes them in summer, puts prickly heat powder on them, wears all kinds of small skirts, and then takes them out for a walk... Wei Wu looked confused, because She did the same to Wei Lun when he was a child.Probably this is the turn of wind and water.

... There are many, many memories belonging to their family.From now on, this family is missing one.

At the end, Wei Chong took out a cigarette, the faint blue flame of the lighter licked the tobacco, and a little scarlet flickered in the dimness.Wei Chong took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke, his gentle and handsome profile was covered with gloom.

"Promise me one thing, never tell my parents and Wei Wu that you are not Alan. They can't accept it."

Wei Chong, the seemingly ruthless and decisive elder brother, is like this, let alone his parents and sister who dote on Wei Lun even more.

"...Well." Qiao Jin agreed with downcast eyes. In fact, if Wei Chong hadn't doubted him, he wouldn't have admitted his identity so simply.

"I won't treat you badly." After finishing speaking, Wei Chong seemed to feel that his words were too alienated, but he couldn't think of a better wording for a while.

Qiao Jin smiled wryly, he will play Wei Lun and their family well.Now he has no choice.

"You are much better than Allen." Wei Chong looked at him and said suddenly, "Really. If he was half as worried as you, he might not die."

Qiao Jin was noncommittal.

"May I ask you how..."

"When I was fighting with someone, I accidentally bumped into a utility pole and got an electric shock." Qiao Jin told the truth.

Wei Chong, who also praised Qiao Jin for his peace of mind in the previous sentence: "..."

He touched the cheek that was still in pain, and laughed "heh", thinking that this kid looked soft on the surface, but his fists were hard.

"What's your name?"

"Joe Jin."

"Then I'll call you Big Joe from now on."

"……"no, thanks.

The author has something to say: Qiao Jin grew up in an orphanage, and has always been lacking in love. No matter how good the Wei family is, he couldn't get in.

Only Lu Yu is where his heart belongs.

Lu Yu will give him a lot of love in the future.