The famous utensil of the superstar

When Ye Cheng woke up, it was already noon the next day.

The sunlight poured into the room through the window, hitting him right in the face, causing him to turn over uncomfortably, and buried his head under the quilt and muttered, "... um... what time is it?"

No one answered him, the air floated up and down, and only the ticking of the clock on the wall could be heard in silence.

Ye Cheng pursed his lips, still slacking off with his eyes closed, thinking to himself why that old Zhao guy didn't knock on the door to ask him to have breakfast today, and didn't tidy up the room as usual?

Hey, eating and drinking for free at Lao Tzu's house and being lazy, it's against him!

Ye Cheng muttered a few words in his heart, turned over and was about to get up. At this time, the karma of hangover finally came. He only felt a throbbing pain in his brain, and his sleepy head turned into a lump of paste. After taking gold stars, all the bones in the whole body seemed to be smashed by someone, and there was no place on the whole body that did not hurt.

"hiss--"

Taking a deep breath, his legs gave way and he fell into the pillow again.

Such a fall directly woke him up, and those messy memories of last night came back, and finally stopped at the picture of him and Han Zhao sleeping in an embrace.

Ye Cheng sat up suddenly, grinning his teeth in pain, and then his old face turned red.

Well... At this moment, he finally realized that he bid farewell to C male body overnight, not only that, he also seemed to bid farewell to the older single...

Coughing in embarrassment, he looked around, but there was no one in the room except him. Han Zhao, who was supposed to be lying next to him, went somewhere, but when he touched it with his hand, the quilt beside him was completely cold. It appears he has been away for a while.

Where can this guy go at this time?Don't be shy, damn it, I'm not shy, but you are a schizophrenic with a thin skin.

Ye Cheng curled his lips, although he was making complaints in his heart, but it was really interesting to think of Han Zhao's always expressionless face with shyness and so on.

The more he thought about it, the more cheerful he became, and with a smirk, he shouted towards the door, "Old Zhao? Why are you hiding, come out quickly, I want to eat rice with teriyaki chicken legs."

The answer to him was still a quiet room, Ye Cheng didn't give up, and continued to shout at the top of his voice, "Wife, do you have the heart to leave me here alone? Last night I hugged her and called Xiao Tiantian, now I just put on my trousers." Are you ready to turn your face and deny it?"

His laughing and joking voice echoed in the empty room, the room was eerily quiet, no matter how slow Ye Cheng was, he realized that something was wrong, endured the pain and staggered up, and walked out of the bedroom with three steps.

The living room, the kitchen, the bathroom... There was no sign of Han Zhao anywhere. Ye Cheng was at a loss for a moment. After dinner, he couldn't tell what he was thinking about.

Shaking his head secretly, he slumped on the sofa, standing for a long time made him very uncomfortable.

That guy Zhao Han is... just a donkey!

Ye Cheng's face turned red and then turned pale. He picked up the phone and decided to ask Han Zhao to buy chestnut chicken to make up for himself.

"Beep-beep-beep--" No one answered the phone.

What's going on, didn't you hear it? Ye Cheng was a little puzzled. After several consecutive attempts, the result was the same. Slowly, an inexplicable anxiety and worry surged in his heart.

Waking up in the morning to an empty room, dialing a cell phone that no one answered, people who didn’t show up when it was time for dinner...

Zhao Han is a very disciplined person. He has been under the same roof with him for so long. No matter where he goes, he will tell him in advance, and he will never leave without saying goodbye. But today there is nothing, the man who has always been strict with himself and has a rigid life has become so abnormal, it is too strange.

Is it dangerous to go out?Or was the phone stolen?Or... the disease relapsed and was sent to a mental hospital again?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, his heart rose in his throat, he stood up abruptly, and was about to go out when he staggered. At this time, the door just opened, and he hurried forward in his heart, "Zhao Han?"

He grabbed his hand almost without seeing who was coming, and the person who opened the door was startled, "Ye Cheng, what are you doing? You scared me."

The person who came was not Zhao Han, but his manager.

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face dimmed a bit, he pulled the corner of his mouth and showed his usual big smile, "Oh, it's you, you made me so excited, you showed up this early in the morning Supervising my work is honestly giving me a stomachache."

"Ancestor, it's already past twelve o'clock in the noon, and it's still early in the morning?" The agent rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, and walked in and said, "I brought takeaway, and there is chestnut chicken that you like to eat, hurry up Eat more, there will be an announcement at 01:30 in a while."

"Help me push it. I have something urgent to go out, so I won't accompany you for dinner." Ye Cheng put on his coat, and walked out quickly even though his steps were a bit shaky.

"Wait a minute, why are you running out in a hurry without even eating? Is there anything worth pushing even the notice, and the contract has been signed long ago."

The manager pulled him back. Fortunately, Ye Cheng's clothes were tight enough to block the traces inside. Seeing that he was walking unsteadily, he couldn't help nagging again, "Look at you, it's no wonder that guy Zhao Han Call me to take care of you."

"...Who are you talking about? Zhao Han... contacted you?"

Ye Cheng turned around all of a sudden, startling the manager, "That's right, isn't it the guy you picked up from the mental hospital. I was worried about you at first, it's really not safe to live with such a dangerous person , but he has self-knowledge, knows who he is, and said that the task of helping you with the scene has been completed, so I'm sorry to disturb you again, and left before we can chase people away."

Ye Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his ears were buzzing. He almost thought he heard it wrong, and repeated "He... is gone?", the voice was so low that he could barely hear it.

The manager didn't know why, and didn't notice something was wrong, so he nodded and said, "Yeah, I was quite surprised when he called me, but he was a nice guy, and he left without hesitation, and he didn't forget to tell me before he left Buy your favorite chestnut chicken and preserved egg and lean meat porridge, that's fine, but it's not good to hear a psychopath living next to you, if the reporter finds out, maybe it will be written like that..."

Ye Cheng couldn't listen to the words that followed, his head was blank, he stood there for a long time but couldn't come back to his senses, his heart seemed to be stabbed a few times by a sharp weapon, which made him a little dazed for a while.

At this moment, he suddenly moved, pushed the agent away and walked to the next guest room, the agent was startled, and shouted from behind, "Ancestor, what are you doing in such a sudden surprise, have you been bewitched?"

The door was pushed open with a "bang", and everything in the room was the same as before, the sea-blue walls, the chubby tropical fish stickers, the pot of gladiolus placed in the window...

Ye Cheng pulled open the closet abruptly, and all of Han Zhao's belongings disappeared. The room was not stained with dust, not even a single footprint was left, as if this person had never appeared here before.

When he came, he was alone, and when he left, he stood alone, as if he deliberately did not leave a single thought, so he was completely separated from Ye Cheng's life, if it wasn't for his memory telling him that everything was real It happened, there used to be a man who made his heart flutter live here, and Ye Cheng would think that this was an unrealistic dream of his own.

Now that he woke up from the dream, the tea was cold, Ye Cheng leaned against the wall, his body slid down involuntarily, as if he had fallen into the bottom of the cold mountain and valley with his heart that was still hot last night.

The agent had never seen him with such a pale face, and he kept talking in his ear. After a long time, he finally pulled out a big smile and grabbed a handful of hair, "You look so dead What's the matter with my father's expression, oh, I'm starving to death, please help me heat up the meal, I drank a little too much yesterday, and I can't stand up because of dizziness."

The manager wanted to ask more questions, but Ye Cheng pushed him out of the guest room involuntarily. Before he could react, the door was locked inside.

The smile disappeared from his face little by little, and no one would see the trembling expression in his eyes at last.

Ye Cheng clenched his fists tightly, took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Han again. An unprecedented anger surged in his heart. He really wanted to ask what this guy meant. After what happened last night, how could he still It's so easy to say and go!

Every time he pressed a button, he used a lot of strength, and his fingertips trembled a little with anger. He had already planned "I will spend the end with you if you don't answer the phone", but this time the mobile phone took the lead. It rang, and the word "Zhao Han" flashed on the screen. Ye Cheng was unprepared, and didn't know how to speak for a while after the connection.

The two were silent for a moment, and it was Han Zhao who spoke first.

"Ye Cheng."

Saying these two words in a familiar tone made Ye Cheng's lips tremble for a moment. He really wanted to yell at this guy, and he wanted to catch this guy who didn't know where he went and beat him up severely. He even wanted to Ask him what he means to himself...

But it made him feel like a woman, unable to say anything.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Zhao also fell silent. After a while, he said, "Have you eaten the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat? You have to eat liquid food today. Don't work too hard. Ask for leave if you can. Don't treat your body like a joke. You I put the ointment in the first drawer in the room, remember to apply it on time."

"Zhao Han, what do you mean!" Ye Cheng couldn't bear such a conversation, he was not good at going around in circles, and he didn't know how to pretend that he was happy to get together and leave, so he went straight to the point, "Just leave as soon as you say that What is it... is it fun to play with me?"

Han Zhao's breathing was a little unsteady, but his mouth was even and steady, and his voice didn't even fluctuate, as if it was Ye Cheng's illusion just now.

"I'm not kidding you, Ye Cheng, I really don't know what to say except I'm sorry, you drank too much last night, I've crossed the line, and I don't have the face to continue living in your house, so whatever you want to do Only then can the hatred be resolved, and I have no complaints."

"What do you mean?" Ye Cheng's face turned pale again, and he couldn't even hold back his self-deprecating smile, "You mean it was just a whim last night, and I was the only one who was passionate? You fucked me from the beginning to the end It doesn't mean that to me, I just want to try something new, and I met such a shameless person, so now that I have tried it, I immediately regret it, right?"

Han Zhao closed his eyes to hide the bitterness shaking in his eyes, his body trembled involuntarily, as if he had exhausted all his strength to force himself to ignore Ye Cheng's self-mockery, the harsh words were like blades not only cutting Ye Cheng He also stabbed his heart to the point of bleeding.

"Ye Cheng, I didn't think so, last night was just an accident."

Han Zhao felt that he had split into two people, one buried all his feelings in the deepest part of his heart and was in great pain, while the other was bleeding from his chest but still spoke unfeeling words without changing his face.

"Accident, haha...Accident." Ye Cheng smiled, not knowing what else to say.

He foolishly took out a heart and offered it with both hands happily, but this kind of suicide may not even count as a fart in the eyes of others.Last night, he told Luo Qiubai very firmly that he was serious, and the man he liked would be as serious as him, but dreams belong to the night after all, and when the day dawned, reality would slap him very loudly.

He couldn't figure out why Zhao Han suddenly became like this overnight. Although he was drunk yesterday, he didn't let the alcohol paralyze him into a fool. He remembered his gentle eyes, and also remembered his enthusiasm and longing How could these actions be deceiving?

If such a thing happened on his own shameless initiative last night, but what is his usual care and care, are they all fake?

Without a little emotion, he didn't believe that someone could do this for another person.

"Ye Cheng, I'm sorry." Han Zhao pursed his lips tightly, "If there's nothing wrong, let's not contact each other..."

Ye Cheng interrupted him before he finished speaking. Knowing what Zhao Han was going to say, he took a deep breath, and it took a lot of effort to call him "Zhao Han" softly.

He knew that once he asked the words on his lips, he would lose his final dignity, but he couldn't help it. This man was his favorite and only one since he was a child. How could he be willing to let go so easily.

At this time, a deep voice came from the receiver, "Zhao Han, do you even... like me a little?"

A word is like a boulder falling into the ice layer, the ice surface exploded, split into pieces, and the turbulent torrent at the bottom of the water swallowed Han Zhao like a tsunami. The bleeding wound was torn open abruptly, turning into a piercing fatal blow.

How could he not like it? Before Ye Cheng noticed the subtle changes between the two of them, he had already fallen completely...

After a long time, it seemed that time was frozen.

"No, sorry... I never thought of you as that kind of relationship."

When Han Zhao heard himself speak like this, he crazily laughed at this duplicity fool like a spectator.

"Oh I see."

Ye Cheng responded quickly, his voice almost sounded like he was crying at this moment, Han Zhao couldn't help calling his name, but Ye Cheng didn't respond.

After saying "That's it, no see" and then hung up the phone without hesitation.

I don't know when it rained again outside the window, and after a few drops, it turned into a torrential rain.

Ye Cheng's voice was still ringing in his ears. Han Zhao stood there holding the phone for a long time before he wiped the rain off his face and came out from the corner. He looked at Ye Cheng's apartment almost greedily, motionless, It seems to have become an unconscious statue.

In fact, he didn't leave from the beginning to the end, after helping Ye Cheng cover the quilt and buy the ointment in the early morning, he stood downstairs the whole time.Because he was worried that Ye Cheng's health would not be able to bear it, he asked his agent to buy porridge for him. He didn't have the courage to answer Ye Cheng's phone calls, and he finally let go when he saw the agent carrying takeaways upstairs.

How ridiculous, now that he decided to leave, he still dragged his feet here. He didn't leave quickly, and he didn't stay completely.

He knew that once he made this decision, it would be tantamount to cutting Ye Chengxin with his own hands, cutting off the future of the two of them. Although hurting himself would be more painful and fatal, he had nothing to do.

Her ears were buzzing, and somehow she remembered what Ye Cheng said last night.

"I hate people who lie to me the most in my life, and I hate being like a butterfly who likes one thing at a time and that one at a time"

"The plot is twisted and paranoid, which is written by a mentally unsound person like Han Zhao. If it weren't for the manager who cut it first and played it later, I wouldn't have accepted it at all. It doesn't matter whether he acts or not."

"If I did those things back then, I would be ashamed to live in this world. No wonder you like Qi Feng. If I were, I would respect someone like Han Zhao."

……

One sharp sentence after another pierced into his heart like a dagger. The wound was not big and even did not bleed, but the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Han Zhao bowed his body slowly. He couldn't tell whether it was his heart or his hungry stomach that was throbbing. He just hung his head and suddenly felt an unprecedented regret.

If he hadn't woke up last night to find that the people around him were not there, and left the bedroom in a hurry to look for it, maybe he wouldn't have heard these words, so that he could continue to deceive himself, forget who he is, forget all the fetters of his previous life, and live in peace of mind. Be his "Zhao Han" and stay by Ye Cheng's side for the rest of his life.

However, it was too late now, since he heard Ye Cheng's first words on the phone from the balcony, he couldn't continue to deceive himself.

People only speak the truth when they are defenseless. Ye Cheng didn't know that the person under the same roof as him was actually a shell filled with the soul of "Han Zhao", so when he was questioned by his friends, he said loudly. There is no moisture in the words that come out.

Han Zhao originally thought that he would be willing to accept his own movie, at least he would be satisfied with the attitude of being a stranger, not getting close or rejecting him, but everything was just because he thought too well, Ye Cheng not only had no love for him He doesn't like it, and even avoids it like a snake and scorpion. In his words, if his manager didn't kill him first, he would never have anything to do with him in this life.

The past events are as vivid as ugly scars, which Han Zhao tried his best to hide from Ye Cheng. He didn't want Ye Cheng to know that he used to be a person who did everything he could to achieve his goals, and he didn't want to put his past The point of not pure "like" for Luo Qiubai leaked half of it.

This made him feel very ashamed, like being stripped naked and thrown on the street for people to "appreciate" and couldn't hold his head up.

His past is full of bad deeds, no matter which one is taken out, Ye Cheng hates it deeply, so he has been deceiving himself, thinking that he can abandon the past once he is reborn, trying to keep a distance from Ye Cheng, standing quietly in front of him as a A "friend" to talk to is enough.

But he forgot that it is an instinct for moths to jump into the flames, knowing that it would be wrong to go further, but he couldn't stand it and was confused, he just wanted to get closer to Ye Cheng, just a little closer.

The most difficult thing to pretend in this world is toothache, which is to pretend not to love someone. Seeing that the person he likes is close at hand, he finally chose to burn himself. The moment he hugged him tightly last night, he almost heard the sound of his body scorching , but if he conceals the past and continues to deceive with the false identity of "Zhao Han", he can be with Ye Cheng forever, and he has no regrets.

As long as Ye Cheng doesn't dislike him, he is willing to go on like this forever and bring the identity of "Han Zhao" into the coffin.

But what Ye Cheng said on the phone last night woke him up like a slap in the face. He said he hated cheating, but he gave himself unreserved trust. He was telling Luo Qiubai firmly, "He is not that kind of joke "People who are just playing", it is equivalent to taking out a sincere heart and holding it in front of oneself.

But... I lied to him.

Not only is he the Han Zhao who kept him at a respectful distance, and he never wanted to have any contact with him for the rest of his life, but he also lied to him when they first met, and even wanted to continue this lie forever until he was born, got old, got sick, and died like this. His whole life.

To live a lifetime in a muddle, there must always be someone who is on top of my heart, who I can't touch, hurt, or bear.

And this person is Ye Cheng to Han Zhao, so how could he have the heart to lie to him for the rest of his life?

The cruelest lie is that until the day you die, you don’t even know that others have lied to you. Han Zhao knows that a person like himself who should die is not good enough for Ye Cheng. Now he really has a guilty conscience and is no longer willing to let him eat this kind of bitterness.

So... long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Taking advantage of Ye Cheng's short-sighted affection for him, and when there is still time, he would rather be the executioner. Maybe it will hurt and bleed at first, but the wound that does not hurt the inside will heal one day. I will mention "Zhao Han" later. This person, Ye Cheng will definitely grit his teeth with hatred, and finally treat himself as a stain and never mention it for the rest of his life. This is better than the day when the truth of the deep-rooted love is revealed, and the pain is so painful that his heart is dripping with blood.

Perhaps at this time, anyone around Han Zhao who could talk would think him crazy, that his head was flooded, and there was no cure for it.

What happened to cheating for a lifetime?God knows, as long as you keep your mouth shut, even if Ye Cheng has the ability to guess what "stuffing" is in his shell, a fool will let his wife and children heat up the peaceful life of the kang. It's a ruthless decision, not to mention that after what happened last night, the plot is as bad as a fighter jet among scumbags.

Han Zhao smiled wryly. He understood all these principles, but he just couldn't cheat with peace of mind. Maybe it was because he cared too much, so he was reluctant to let this relationship have a little flaw.

If he can't give the best to the other party, then he would rather be the "scumbag" who bears all the infamy.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater soaked all his hair and dripped down the corners of his eyebrows. Han Zhao coldly shivered, and his head was in a mess.

This community where he lived for more than half a year seemed to be soaked in Ye Cheng's breath, which made him feel longing and sour. If he stayed for another second, he was afraid that he would regret it.

Finally, he raised his head and glanced at the direction of Ye Cheng's window. The fog was so heavy that he couldn't see the outline of the building clearly. He just followed that direction, as if he was satisfied. Taking a deep breath, he turned around to cover up the bruise on his face. The expression, just like this, walked into the rain that covered the sky and the sun...