After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

"Auntie cleaned it this morning, and took the slippers to wash." Fu Ran frowned and hesitated, "Why don't you wear—"

"I can go barefoot." Cen Nian said obediently.

Fu Ran nodded.

Fu Ran's house is covered with carpets, and his bare feet are not very cold.Cen Nian took off his shoes and walked lightly into the living room wearing only socks.

As he walked, he thought, fate is really wonderful.

He and Fu Ran had only 'knowledged' for two days in a real sense, and this was the second time he had entered Fu Ran's house.The furnishing of Fu Ran's house hasn't changed much, except that there are a pair of scissors and some gift wrapping paper scattered on the dining table, as if someone once sat here to prepare gifts and wrap gift boxes.

Cen Nian only glanced at it, then looked away.

Fu Ran went to the kitchen and took out a small glass plate, and put the tissue roses sent by Cen Nian seriously on the plate, under the light, it looks quite beautiful.

"Senior," Cen Nian took out the medicine bottle from the small medicine box, looked up at Fu Ran, "Let me bandage it for you, okay?"

Cen Nian just returned home and brought over the small medicine box he brought with him when he moved.

Fu Ran didn't answer for a long while.

Cen Nian was only wearing socks, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a cotton swab in his hand, tilting his head: "...Senior, is there any question?"

Fu Ran's eyes froze on his white socks.

It was a pair of short socks, and because of the sitting posture, the trousers shrunk up a bit, exposing a small white ankle.Cen Nian was a little too thin, and his ankles were so white that they seemed to be enough to hold them in one hand.

Cen Nian moved his toes in his socks, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he changed to a cross-legged position.Being looked at by Fu Ran, Cen Nian seemed a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and lowered his head to pick and choose in the small medicine box.

"Red syrup, iodine..."

Cen Nian counted with his fingers and took out a small bottle.

When he lowered his head like this, the back of his neck was exposed, white and graceful, like some kind of cute and graceful bird.Because his body was leaning forward looking for medicine, Cen Nian's T-shirt ran up a bit, his waist slumped, and his waistline was tucked into the jeans, forming an imaginative arc.

Fu Ran was startled, and looked away.

"Iodine is better, iodine hurts."

Cen Nian whispered, he put back the small bottle he had just taken out, and took out another bottle.

It began to rain lightly outside the window, a warm light was turned on, and the atmosphere in the room was very quiet.After getting everything ready, Cen Nian raised his head and looked at Fu Ran:

"Senior?" He comforted, "It doesn't hurt at all to disinfect with iodophor."

Fu Ran sat down, held out his hand to him, smiled, and said:

"I'm not afraid of pain."

Cen Nian gently held his palm, looked at the wound on his palm, and said nothing.

Fu Ran waited for another while, but Cen Nian did not move for a long time.Fu frowned slightly, he thought for a while, and asked softly: "Scared you?"

There was a complicated pattern on the end of the silver spoon, and the prick was a little deep. After more than ten minutes, the bleeding stopped, but the wound was indeed a bit hideous.

Cen Nian shook his head.

He hastily raised his head to look at Fu Ran, then lowered his head, picked up a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, and after hesitating again and again, he gently landed on the wound.

Fu Ran didn't have time to take a closer look at that brief glance.The child's eyes were full of water, and under the dim light, it seemed a little like he was about to cry.

"Don't be nervous, I really don't hurt." Fu Ran seemed a little helpless.

Cen Nian nodded, but his movements were still very light.He held his breath, carefully disinfected, applied medicine, and finally put a bandage on Fu Ran's hand.

Cen Nian carefully looked at Fu Ran's expression, and asked, "Does it really hurt?"

Fu Ran shook his head.

So, when tying the last knot of the bandage, Cen Nian exerted a little force, and Fu Ran frowned.

Cen Nian kept looking up at him, pulling one corner of his lips, and smiled: "It still hurts."

He lowered his eyelids and whispered, "In the future... let's avoid this kind of injury."

Fu Ran stared at him.

Cen Nian sat cross-legged on the carpet, and Fu Ran sat on the sofa.From Fu Ran's perspective, one could see Cen Nian's drooping eyelids and tight lips. Cen Nian lowered his head, seemingly unhappy.

After a while, Cen Nian looked away, and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt someone stroke his hair gently.

Fu Ran seemed to be comforting the child, his voice was gentle and helpless, and it sounded low:

"it is good."

"I promise you, don't suffer this kind of injury." He repeated.

Cen Nian rolled his eyes.

He looked up at Fu Ran, blinked, and said, "Senior is very good, I want to give senior a reward."

A smile appeared in Fu Ran's eyes. He looked at Cen Nian and asked, "Huh? What reward?"

Cen Nian stood up barefoot and asked him, "Senior, do you have a pen?"

"It's in the drawer." Fu Ran pointed to a drawer on one side of the bookshelf.

Cen Nian walked over and opened the drawer.

He took the pen and was about to leave when he froze suddenly.

There are some papers next to the pen.Cen Nian didn't plan to look carefully at first, but there was something under the document, which was stamped with the red seal of the Municipal People's Hospital. It was a medical record book.

Cen Nian's heart skipped a beat, he closed the drawer and walked back.

Fu Ran took a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

Fu Ran looked at his expression, smiled, and wrote lightly: "I didn't feel well in my stomach two days ago, so I went to prescribe some medicine."

Cen Nian nodded.

Fu Ran has always had stomach problems, he knows that.Cen Nian was careful, but didn't ask any further questions.

"By the way," Cen Nian lifted the cap of the pen, "Senior, can I borrow your hand to use it?"

Fu Ran looked at him with interest, and stretched out his hand: "Of course."

Cen Nian gently supported Fu Ran's hand that had just been bandaged.Fu Ran was wounded in the palm of his hand, and the bandage was wrapped around his palm. Cen Nian's pen fell on the bandage on the back of Fu Ran's hand. After two or three minutes, he finished drawing a SpongeBob SquarePants.

SpongeBob SquarePants wearing a tie, showing two front teeth, looked at them with a smile.

"Reward you with a SpongeBob SquarePants."

Cen Nian said with a smile.

Fu Ran looked at SpongeBob SquarePants on the bandage, a bit dumbfounded.

He was about to say something when the phone rang.

Fu Ran picked up the phone and glanced at it, the smile in his eyes suddenly faded.He didn't press answer right away, turned to Cen Nian, and said, "Sorry, I'll answer the call."

His subtext, this is an inconvenient call for Cen Nian to listen to.

It's not that Cen Nian is ignorant, they are not familiar with each other yet, so it's really inappropriate to keep them at this time.Cen Nian took advantage of the situation and said:

"Then I won't bother you, senior, please be busy."

Fu Ran nodded, picked up the phone, and said goodbye to Cen Nian.

Cen Nian packed up the small medicine box and walked out carrying the small medicine box.

One second before closing the door, Cen Nian faintly heard Fu Ran whisper:

"Jiang Xu? I don't think it's him—"

After that, I couldn't hear clearly.

... Jiang Xu.

Cen Nian repeated the name in his heart.

He was impressed—or rather, he was very impressed.

Cen Nian and Wei Yan are from the same high school. Cen Nian skipped a second grade in high school and high school again. He is younger than everyone around him.Jiang Xu and them were in the same high school. At that time, Wei Yan was a dude who drank and fought, and Jiang Xu was a school bully who was guaranteed a place. Wei Yan always had a bad attitude towards Jiang Xu, and Cen Nian didn't know the reason.

Why did Fu Ran mention Jiang Xu?Or, did he mishear, or have the same name?

However, just thinking about it like this, I can't think of anything.Cen Nian shook his head and put this detail behind him.compared to this...

While pressing the fingerprint lock, Cen Nian recalled everything that happened from the morning to just now.

——There is something wrong with Fu Ran.

In the coffee shop just now, when talking about the topic of "[-]-year secret love", Fu Ran's reaction was a little too excited.When he mentioned Cen Nian's watch before, he used the word 'change', and he seemed to know that he was afraid of the dark and was lactose intolerant.

This coincidence is a bit unreasonable.

Cen Nian being able to be reborn does not mean that others cannot.

So, he just tried it out.

Cen Nian closed the door, picked up a tissue and folded a paper rose.He lifted up the white rose, faced the light, and looked at it carefully.

However, judging from the results of the temptation, it should be that he was overwhelmed.When Fu Ran received the paper rose, he acted very normal.If he was born again, it couldn't have been this reaction.

——That's right, after all, rebirth is a time with a small probability, and the probability of two people being reborn at the same time is so small that it can be ignored.

Cen Nian held the white rose in his hands and poured it backwards into the sofa.The sofa was so soft that he sank into it.

He closed his eyes.

Some sporadic memories of the previous life flashed by.

——"Senior, if you like someone but don't want him to know, what would you give him?"

After several years, Cen Nian heard his own voice, nervous and nervous, with a tremor at the end.Fu Ran had seen clearly what he thought was perfect.

At that time, Fu Ran was sitting in the shadow cast by the curtain, unable to see his expression clearly, his voice was low and hoarse.

Fu Ran thought for a while, then whispered:

"I'll fold a white rose out of paper and give it to him."

"is it?"

Fu Ran nodded casually.

"By the way, senior," Cen Nian swallowed, his fingers turned white nervously, "I celebrate my birthday next month."

"next month?"

Fu Ran was a little absent-minded. He seemed to be distracted. After a while, he looked at Cen Nian and asked gently, "What gift do you want?"

His voice was low and soft, and very inattentive.

"Is everything okay?" Cen Nian clenched his hands.

"Ah."

—I want the white rose you folded.

In the end, however, what came out was a completely different sentence.

"Anything is fine." He heard himself forcefully smile and said, "It doesn't need to be expensive, and it doesn't matter if you do it casually."

His words are all about this point, it is impossible for Fu Ran not to understand.

But a month later, what he received was a jade carving puppy.

It is said that Fu Ran asked his assistant to choose it. Jade is a good jade, and it is not cheap. It is not rude to give it as a birthday gift.

But Cen Nian still remembers, at that moment, the frustration and disappointment in his heart were so overwhelming that he was overwhelmed.

"..."

Memory comes back.

Cen Nian opened his eyes on the sofa.

He lowered his head and looked at the rose in his palm, the emotion in his eyes was inexplicable.

Just now, Cen Nian has been observing Fu Ran's reaction since he folded the paper rose.

Normal, very normal, not deliberately pretending to be calm, or excessive mood swings.

No matter how good Fu Ran's acting skills are, Cen Nian can be sure that at that moment, Fu Ran was not acting.His reaction and attitude were very natural, a little bit of surprise in the surprise, and the momentary micro-expression would not be deceiving.

The facts are quite clear.Cen Nian shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

After all, paper roses are folded from tissue paper, unlike real roses.At this time, the folded white rose was wrinkled into a ball, and the shape of the petals could not be seen clearly.

Cen Nian thought about it, and casually threw it into the trash can.

Cen Nian took a nap.

He has the habit of turning off the phone when he sleeps.When I woke up, I wanted to check the time, but was stunned by the string of missed calls above.

There are Gu Xian's and Wei Yan's.Before he could take a closer look, Wei Yan called again.

Cen Nian subconsciously pressed the answer button.

"Didn't you say you won't act anymore?" Wei Yan's voice seemed to contain anger.

"That's right." Cen Nian just woke up, a little dazed, he recalled carefully, he did make it clear to Li Yan in the morning.

"Then what's going on on Weibo?" Wei Yan paused, frowning and said, "Besides, "Don't Send Another Year" is a same-sex movie, and the other starring role is Fu Ran?"

"This--"

Cen Nian turned on the computer and went to Weibo. The network got worse at such a critical moment. Cen Nian refreshed several times, but the web page couldn't be accessed.

Finally, the web page was swiped out.

Cen Nian was taken aback when he saw the first post on the popular Weibo.

"Sorry, Wei Yan, I'll call you later." Cen Nian looked at the computer screen, whispered, and hung up the phone.

——The first post on the popular Weibo has nothing to do with Cen Nian, and it has nothing to do with "Don't Send Other Years".In just over an hour, this Weibo has been forwarded more than 100 million times.

That Weibo didn’t have a picture, but only one sentence:

"Fu Ran V:

Even if it is a nightmare, it is still beautiful. "

... Even if it is a nightmare, it is still beautiful.

Eason Chan's "White Rose".