After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

"How many times has Cen Nian been rejected? August [-], Cen Nian's ten-year postage."

The artificial intelligence's voice is so flat that there are no ups and downs, and the synthesized voice reads indifferently:

"As we all know, as early as ten years ago, Fu Ran and Cen Nian's first film "Don't Send Other Years" was already—"

Cen Nian pinched the bridge of his nose, broke off the unlit cigarette in his hand, frowned and said:

"Okay, don't be angry anymore."

"..." The artificial intelligence's voice paused for a second, and said, "Currently, Fu Ran is—"

"Are you finished?! I'm angry when you read this kind of gossip again."

Cen Nian threw away the cigarette, held the lighter in his left hand, and pressed the switch repeatedly, and a small cluster of sparks appeared from time to time.What he held in his other hand was a wedding invitation card, dark red and gilded, with the words 'Dear Mr. Fu Ran' prominently above the invitation card.

"...calling your number."

The loyal artificial intelligence insisted on finishing the sentence, then fell silent for a while, and the mechanical sound of the tablet sounded again: "Judging from your emotions, I have hung up the phone for you."

"You're welcome," it added.

The whole space fell silent, but soon, the artificial intelligence spoke again:

"Based on your emotional judgment, I suggest you prepare a tissue, listen to some uplifting music, buy and take an appropriate amount of Mrs. Anxin Oral Liquid, and then—"

"……To shut up."

Cen Nian pressed the button on the bracelet on his wrist, and the synthesized sound stopped abruptly.

He took a deep breath and fell back into his chair.He bent his back, buried his face in his hands, and remained motionless.

As dusk fell, the artificial intelligence's power supply was forcibly cut off, and the lights in the room did not turn on automatically.With the help of the faint setting sun, the expression on Cen Nian's face was ambiguous, and he could only vaguely see his red eye sockets, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

He squeezed the invitation card tightly with his right hand, his fingertips turned white with force, and the two names 'Cen Nian' and 'Wei Yan' on the invitation card were closely next to each other.

Ridiculously intimate.

Cen Nian, let's see.He said to himself, you just want to wear wedding clothes, entertain guests, raise children, and spend the rest of your life with him.

Your next life has nothing to do with the one you miss.

Cen Nian's artificial intelligence communicator suddenly rang.

Cen Nian looked at the contact person and was taken aback.He took a deep breath, wiped his face, and chose to connect:

"...Hello? Aunt Li."

"Niannian, are you okay? Why is your voice a little hoarse?" The voice of the person over there was very kind and weak.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little bit angry, just make two cups of Banlangen later." Cen Nian forced a smile and said.

"I put Banlangen in a small drawer for you. Remember to soak it in hot water. Don't mix it with beer like last time." Aunt Li was worried about him and told him in a rambling manner.

Hearing this familiar exhortation, Cen Nian's eyes turned red again.

He tried his best to keep his breath steady, not letting the sound of breathing reveal his emotions, and casually chatted with her about recent events.

"I did it voluntarily... Yes, Wei Yan has been with me for many years and we are familiar with each other. Don't worry about me," Cen Nian said.

"Okay, you're going to get married, and Auntie is tall too—ahem..." Aunt Li coughed violently as she spoke, and she managed to recover, and then said, "Auntie is also happy. This person, you still have to have A home, someone to love, someone to take care of, someone to accompany."

"Yes. I know." Cen Nian panicked in pain, but said it easily.

The two talked a few more words, and Cen Nian remembered that Aunt Li was not feeling well, so he asked her to rest and hung up the phone.

——'Bang bang bang'.

Someone knocked on the door.

Cen Nian didn't move. The man knocked on the door for a while, then the sound stopped.Just when Cen Nian thought he was going to leave, the man paused word by word in a voice that was not very loud but could definitely be heard by the people in the room:

"Brother, do you have the invitation card?"

"..." Cen Nian clenched his hands tightly, and he whispered, "Yes."

The young man outside the door had a clear voice. He smiled lightly and said, "Brother, you don't want to go back on your word, do you? If you really don't want to marry Wei Yan, it's not impossible."

Cen Nian didn't speak.

After a long while, the corner of Cen Nian's mouth curled into a sarcasm: "You guys are so kind?"

Compared to his son, Cen Nian is more like a collection bought by the Cen family.When nothing happened, they were held and praised at home, scrubbed clean, and shone under the glass lamp.And once faced with an accident, he was immediately put on the bright side for a price, and the highest price got it.

His life, his career, and even his marriage are all chips and commodities.The Cen family are all shrewd businessmen, and they never do business that loses money.

"Brother, how can you say that." Cen Yue frowned, disapproving, "We are a family."

His tone was innocent and innocent.Speaking of which, he is also 27 years old, but it always makes people think that he is a naive child who needs care and love.Cen Nian used to think so too, but now—

"If you don't want to get married, of course we won't force you." Cen Yue said with a smile, and then he changed the topic, "But——I heard that Aunt Li is hospitalized? The doctor who can perform this operation may not be available. "

Cen Nian's lips trembled, and he said, "Cen Yue, what do you mean?"

"It means, when will you get married and when will the doctor be free?"

"..."

Cen Nian clenched his fists for an instant.

His whole body was shaking violently, his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, and blood flowed out.

After a long time, Cen Nian struggled to say a word with his voice trembling:

"I see. You go away."

"Just know it." Cen Yue smiled, as if he remembered it now, "Oh, yes, brother, we have a backup of the invitation. Just now, the servant has sent the backup invitation to Fu Ran."

The implication is that everything is irreparable.

You give up.

After saying this, Cen Yue left without waiting for Cen Nian's answer.

It was a cold winter, the icy afterglow on the window sill receded a little bit, and the temperature in the room gradually cooled down.

Cen Nian curled up, as if he was very cold, he convulsed and retched, and it took a long time before he calmed down.

After a long time, Cen Nian stood up exhaustedly, but accidentally stepped on the tablecloth. Everything on the table was pulled and smashed to the ground. Glass shards, books, teacups, etc. were mixed together, making a mess.

Cen Nian looked at the mess with a blank expression.

His eyes were numb, and the mess didn't touch him in the slightest.

Until, his line of sight touched a small object, which was crystal clear and round, with a little bit of sunset printed on it, making it look very pitiful.

"no no……"

Cen Nian's eyes slowly opened wide, and he knelt down in a panic, rummaging through the mess.The splinters lodged in his knee, and blood soon came out.

He finally found what he wanted.

It was a puppy made of jade, and it could be seen that it was a good jade, but the carving was not fine, and the turning knife was also very rough. It seemed to be made by a beginner. Buy several street stalls.The puppy's eyes are round and round, which is very cute, but at this moment it is covered with cracks, and it will almost shatter immediately.

Cen Nian held it carefully.

Facing the twilight, his eyes were full of cautious hope and apprehension, like unburned flames, swaying in the wind.That point of crystal is in his palm, it looks fragile and beautiful

'Wow'.

It still shattered in the end.

Cen Nian maintained his original posture and stretched out his hand dejectedly.

His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually became silent, like a pool of stagnant water, even the last wave dissipated.

Half a minute later, holding the fragments, he fell back into his chair without saying a word.

Until a burst of music on the ground woke up Cen Nian.

It was a mobile phone that should have been eliminated a long time ago, but he didn't change it for a long time.It's like during festivals, knowing that Fu Ran sent messages of blessings in groups, Cen Nian was not willing to delete any of them.

At this moment, the screen of the phone that was almost out of battery turned on.

There was a crack in the middle of the screen that just fell out. Cen Nian took the phone weakly, wiped the scratched screen with his sleeve, and took a closer look:

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Sender: 'he'.

Cen Nian was taken aback.

Just as he was about to type, the phone vibrated again:

"They're all adults, I'm going to cut a long story short."

"I like you."

"..."

Cen Nian's mind went blank.

In that short second, countless thoughts appeared and disappeared, but he couldn't grasp any of them.He could only watch countless thoughts flash by one by one like a revolving lantern.

His heart was filled with so much grief and anguish that he couldn't hold it, and he just tasted a little sweetness, but he couldn't believe it, for fear that it was the sugar coating on the outside of the bitter medicine.

"I……"

He typed with shaking hands, his palms were sweaty and greasy.He felt that he was going to be out of breath, his heart was beating a little too fast, and there was a roar in his ears.

Trembling, Cen Nian read the edited text message twice and pressed 'send'.

Not many people use mobile phones now, and the signal is not good.The circle showing 'sending' has been spinning for a long time.

Cen Nian switched the phone from his right hand to his left, waiting anxiously and nervously.

There was a noise.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, raised his head, his pupils constricted——

The crystal chandelier above the head swayed and fell down.

The crystal-clear darkness magnified infinitely in the field of vision until it swept everything.

In Cen Nian's last consciousness, he tightened his hands, holding the pile of jade puppy fragments firmly in his palms and protecting them in his arms.

His phone fell to the side, soaked in blood, and eventually it read 'failed to send', the screen flickered on, then went off forever.

Within 1 minute, Fu Ran looked down at his phone for the fourth time.

This is not common, the assistant Zhang thought.Even in the era when everyone couldn't do without their mobile phone, Fu Ran was definitely not a person who was addicted to having fun and socializing.

What's more, now, there are only a handful of contacts in Fu Ran's mobile phone. As far as he knows, there are only...

Fu Ran's brain flickered, so he had to take his eyes off the phone and answer the brain's communication.

Xiao Zhang watched Fu Ran's eyes suddenly turn cold.

"Wei Yan..." Fu Ran whispered the name, tapped the table with his fingers, threw the phone to the assistant, stood up and straightened his collar.

Fu Ran has a tall and straight figure, but his face is too handsome.But he has always been introverted, gentle, estranged and polite, with a bit of the gentlemanly demeanor of the last century.

But at this time, Fu Ran was obviously not like that, he showed his sharpness a bit.

It's almost like going to grab a marriage.

"Please call the driver for me." Fu Ran nodded and said to Xiao Zhang politely.

Xiao Zhang put Fu Ran's cell phone away in a panic, and then said in succession: "Okay, okay."

... I really didn't mean to.

While contacting the driver on Zhinao, Xiao Zhang defended himself in his heart.

Who told Fu Ran not to lock the screen, he actually directly saw the last interface Fu Ran opened - it was a text message chat record with a person whose note was 'children'.

The entire row above is full of various "Mid-Autumn blessings", "Happy Chinese New Year" and so on sent by Fu Ran, such as "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I wish you a round day, a full moon, a round dream, and a happy reunion."I miss you every festive season, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! ', and the 'children' replied seriously one by one, 'Thank you Fu Ran, and wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. ', very well-behaved.

Fu Ranfa's words, at first glance, do look like group blessings.

but……

How can a person like Fu Ran who hates socializing send out blessings in groups?He also doesn't need to maintain any relationship or gain any benefits by sending blessings in groups.

Moreover, who's group sending blessings will say "I miss you every time during the festive season" such earthy love words!

More importantly...

The bottom of the chat log, if he read it correctly...is Fu Ran's confession, right? !

Xiao Zhang finally remembered that there was only one contact in Fu Ran's cell phone, and that was——

That... the laughing stock of the entire entertainment industry, the talk of the people all over the country in the past three months, the young master of the Cen family.

He remembered the gossip he had heard recently that Cen Nian and Wei Yan were engaged and planned to get married next month.

He thought about it, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Zhang took two steps outside, and suddenly his brain prompted that the media he followed had been updated.Xiao Zhang opened the interface and took a look, his heart skipped a beat, and his heart sank.

He turned around and ran towards the direction he just came from. The door of the meeting room was ajar. Fu Ran sat there, looking down at something, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

"Fu, Brother Fu Ran, that, that, Cen Nian..."

Xiao Zhang was panting while holding the door to speak. Unexpectedly, Fu Ran, who was always slow and extremely graceful, interrupted his words.

"That's fake."

Fu Ran's voice was very gentle, he slowly raised his head to look at Xiao Zhang, and paused every word.

Those eyes froze Xiao Zhang from head to toe.

Fu Ran's eyes were indifferent, dark, and... fragile.

"He's going to get married next week," Fu Ran's voice was close to talking to himself, as if he was trying to convince someone.He lowered his eyelids to hide all emotions, then looked up at a certain point in the air, took a deep breath, and smiled:

"How could it be possible at this time..."

suicide.

He couldn't go on.

Xiao Zhang watched Fu Ran tremble slowly, lowered his head, his eyes were a little red.A man in his thirties, with a straight back bent a little bit, seems to be getting old all of a sudden.

Xiao Zhang swallowed, and said dryly:

"But, that photo..."

In this day and age, photos cannot be faked.Although the photo was quickly deleted, Fu Ran must have seen it, otherwise he wouldn't have such a big reaction.

Fu Ran's hands trembled and clenched tightly.

Of course he saw it.

That silly boy was holding that puppy in his hand at the end... It was clearly not a valuable thing.

But for so many years, that was the only gift Fu Ran gave Cen Nian.

"I regret it." Fu Ran whispered.

"Ah?" Xiao Zhang didn't understand.

"If it's possible..." Fu Ran said half a sentence, as if frightened by his hoarse voice, he didn't continue.

Fu Ran looked at the photo displayed on the brain.

Xiao Zhang watched helplessly as Fu Ran stretched out his hand to touch the light screen in mid-air, carefully and cherishingly, as if he wanted to touch the side face of the person in the photo.But the second before his hand touched the light screen, it seemed to be scalded by something, and he curled up.

To be honest, that photo doesn't look good.In the final analysis, whether the person left or in that way, the final scene is of course not very good.

But Fu Ran's eyes seemed to be looking at his most beloved baby, tender and gentle.

"I do not believe."

Finally, Fu Ran withdrew his hand, lowered his eyelids, and said.

"I……"

"Who he likes, who he wants to marry, what he wants to do, what kind of person he wants to be... I won't care anymore."

"I just want him to live well."

Fu Ran looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky.

His tone was extremely solemn, and his voice was very low.

That one soliloquy seems to be swearing to someone, and it seems to be praying to an unknown god.

It was probably the first time in his life that the man who had always been indifferent and reserved, lowered his eyelids and lowered his head in such a humble and humble manner, begging for someone's protection.

The sky darkened, the wind whimpered, and the temperature dropped little by little.

It's going to snow.

The author has something to say:

This chapter should be the most abusive chapter in this article, and after that, it will be fancy and sweet, and the husband and wife will play each other embarrassingly~

What's like 'I must not be found out by him this time, I like him', 'Why isn't my wife chasing after me, wait online' and so on!

[To explain in a unified way, the article said that 'Cen Nian was killed by a lamp', but it didn't say 'In the photos Fu Ran saw, Cen Nian was killed by a lamp, and everyone thinks that Cen Nian was killed by being killed by a lamp. Suicide by smashing a lamp to death', it’s not a bug, it’s not a bug, it’s not a bug]【Also, it’s because I was the first to report the marriage news, so please don’t close your eyes and spray it, thank you, it’s not easy to code, respect each other】