man in suit

Is there really nothing so free in this world?Regaining a new identity, a new life, really suffered a lot.

It seemed that there was a tame animal, probably a deer or something like that, with the tip of its warm tongue gently licking the nape of his neck, shoulders and butterfly bones.

Numb and numb, a little itchy.

He heard the sound of water drops, the transparent and clear water drops fell from mid-air along the wooden eaves, and hit a long and emerald green leaf to form a crystal water flower, the small water flowed along the branches and leaves The veins of the water flow, this drop must taste sweet.

"I want to drink water..."

After licking his dry lips, the man lying sideways on the bed murmured weakly.

"Your body is very hot." The young man who was close to his back stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, and soon heard a deep sentence, "You have a fever."

The window was half open, and the green forest washed by the rain outside the window was like a priceless picture scroll. The rain kept hitting the leaves and the lake, like a fresh tune.

Holding a cup of warm water in his hand, the man who had taken the medicine still had a fever-reducing patch on his forehead. Ming Chen looked out of the window with no expression on his face. He felt that he must look stupid now. Who would use such a fever-reducing patch? thing.

During his many sick years as Tyrell, most of the time he hid in a remote mountain town, pretending to be a frustrated homeless person or a lone traveler who lost his love, just like now, relying on Sitting on the head of the bed, looking out the window or on a rainy and cold day, or on a dry day with the scorching sun.

See a doctor by yourself, take medicine for yourself, and you can get through it in just a few days.

A comfortable and warm bed, meticulous care, and someone looking at you with gentle and worried eyes all the time. For Tyrell, this kind of picture can only appear in dreams.

"Don't look at me like that." Exhaling slowly, the man who had been looking out the window looked back helplessly at He Wenxuan who was sitting by the bed, "I just have a fever."

That's it.

"Just? You are too irresponsible for your own body. Yesterday was also my responsibility." The frown concealed obvious self-blame, He Wenxuan was a little annoyed about what happened with Ming Chen last night, even though he was gentle and He is very patient, and he is also thinking about what to do properly, but Ming Chen does not intend to let him go, the worst thing is that he allows himself to indulge in the temptation of the other party.

The fact is that Ming Chen still hasn't fully recovered, but this man has covered it all up very well.

"Don't be so considerate and gentle to me. People are always very sensitive and vulnerable when they know almost nothing about the past. The better you treat me, the more I am afraid that I will rely on you." Ming Chen looked out the window quietly, The fever made his skin slightly flushed, his whole body was surrounded by a weak atmosphere, and the corners of his eyes became extra tender.

With black hair, rosy skin, and angular facial features, no matter what he has experienced, he always looks clean with a sense of distance.

"What if I forget my identity? The more wishful thinking, the more lost and hurt I will be. I don't know why I chose to end my life before, but I don't want to have the same bad thing happen again. "The corner of his mouth was raised slightly, and Ming Chen looked at He Wenxuan, his eyes were as calm as the lake outside the window, even if the drizzle had ripples of water, it could not shake the lake water a little bit.

"For me and for you, He Wenxuan, don't show any real affection for me. You can be gentle and considerate to me, but you must never fall in love with me." Ming Chen frowned There was a slight helpless smile on his lips, "I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you."

No, it should be.

Even if you fall in love with me, I will not love you.

After being silent for about ten seconds, He Wenxuan asked softly, "What do you want to eat?"

Although some truths are understood by everyone, sometimes they need to be stated clearly. There is always a gap between what you think and the real reality. Ming Chen needs to let He Wenxuan hear what he said.

After spreading out all the facts, all the thoughtfulness and tenderness will become a matter of course. You think you can distinguish the tenderness and consideration from your own upbringing, but maybe when you let down your vigilance, this "softness and consideration" has already disappeared without knowing it. Unknowingly mixed with his true feelings.

By the time you find out, this subtle emotion has already invaded your flesh and blood like a virus, like a terminal cancer patient with no cure.

Mingchen looked at He Wenxuan with a smile: "You arrange it."

……

He Wenxuan accompanied him all morning, and went out after his fever subsided. He left the dinner in a hurry yesterday and disrupted He Wenxuan's plan. Today, that man is probably busy, which means that He Wenxuan will probably come back a bit late today. .

Mingchen looked down at his mobile phone, it was given to him by He Hongxue, and there were three people's numbers saved in the mobile phone.

"He Hongxue...He Wenhan."

After finally choosing He Wenhan's name, Ming Chen sent a text message to the other party: Forest Park, Coffee House.

It has been raining today, and the heavy rain usually comes and goes quickly. The continuous drizzle is like a tangled thread that has no end no matter how much it is pulled. It keeps falling, and there is still no sign of stopping from morning to noon.

"Cough-cough-"

The man sitting under the eaves of the coffee house by the lake pulled the beige cashmere scarf around his neck. It was cold when it rained, and it was still wearing a shirt yesterday. At the end of the day, he had to put on a thick coat and scarf. By the lake Especially cold.

The rain kept falling on the lake, like a serenade with a slight chill, the air was extraordinarily fresh, even on rainy days, there were still people walking by the lake with umbrellas, a few people, let Ming Chen know that he was not Not alone, though he never cared either.

The coffee shop received a few worn-out magazines today, all of which were entertainment magazines from many years ago. Normally, no one would be willing to rummage through these worn-out magazines that have been around for some years. These magazines are neatly placed In front of Ming Chen, he was holding a book in his hand, and on the opened page, he could vaguely see a line of slogan: Be popular—Ming Chen!

A glorious past, but now it seems to make people feel a little sad.

No matter how popular and brilliant you used to be, after a few years of hard work, you will gradually be forgotten after being updated, and the facts will gradually be covered up by false news.

Those who once claimed to love you all their lives still remember you, maybe they have already started a family and started a business and shifted their focus, maybe they have already transferred the strong love for you back then to younger artists nowadays, maybe they are still Waiting hard for a hopeless future.

"I don't mind if you stand outside all the time."

Putting aside an old magazine that he had already read, Mingchen picked up another one without raising his head. The character on the cover was him back then, but the title changed from "Being popular" to "Ten years later , who can remember you".

He was forced to apologize in public for driving under the influence of alcohol, and he was criticized by the media for being a big name.

This is what "Mingchen" called retiring, and the whole career is ruined.

"What rubbish are you looking at?!" The books on the table in front of him were knocked down to the ground by someone, and some of them fell into the lake beside them, and slowly sank into the lake after being wet by the rain.

"He Wenhan, I'll give you a chance." There was no response, Ming Chen was still flipping through the magazine in his hand, seeing how the magazine described the mistakes made by "him", how to insult and ridicule "him", how to assert "He" will disappear in the entertainment industry.

The person who wrote this vicious report had already foreseen the future of "Mingchen". He was hidden, banned, and completely quit the entertainment industry. Ten years later, no one will remember him, and it is true.

The young man with a wet and cold air let out a disdainful laugh, looking down at the man who sent him a text message, He Wenhan sneered, "Who do you think you are talking to?"

"A little fan who was obsessed with male artists when he was a teenager?" Ming Chen finally raised his head. He glanced at He Wenhan whose expression had cooled down instantly, and clearly felt that the other party's anger was about to explode like a tsunami, and he still sat calmly in his seat On the table, he said lightly, "How does it feel to be violent and humiliate the idol you once loved and had a crush on, He Wenhan?"

Seeing that He Wenhan was almost speechless but stared at him and wanted to kill him, Ming Chen secretly laughed in his heart, it seems that the fact that the male god became a pet has given He Wenhan a lot of psychological damage ah.

"I know you hate me as much as I hate you."

"What the hell do you have the right to hate me?!" His eyes widened in an instant, He Wenhan grabbed Ming Chen's collar like an enraged buffalo, and instantly pulled the man up from his seat .

The reaction was not small. How powerful are the four words "I hate you too"?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few bodyguards staring at them nearby. Mingchen guessed that someone should have notified He Wenxuan, but no matter how fast that man was, he couldn't rush over immediately, and the bodyguards didn't dare to do anything to He Wenhan.

"I hate you, He Wenhan."

After saying this sentence, the strength of holding him tightly by the collar of his clothes became stronger instantly, and his throat was caught by the tightened scarf and collar, and it was a little difficult to breathe. Blow the cold wind, now is the time for this body to function.

"you shut up!"

Laughing suddenly, the man who was about to lose his breath looked at the blushing and thick-necked He Wenhan too calmly, as if saying: Even if I die, I hate you too.

The mocking smile in the man's eyes made He Wenhan's mind go blank for a moment, and he didn't let go until the man caught by him suddenly closed his eyes and fell down.

"Mingchen—"