After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

"I'm delicious, would you like to have a taste?"

Cen Nian's voice was very low, and his warm breath had a slight smell of alcohol, wrapping around his body like smoke from his ears.

His alcohol smell is not smoky, but even has a sweet aroma of fruit wine, as if this child is made of some kind of sweet and soft plum wine, and wants to hook you to lick it and taste it again.

Fu Ran's body was a little stiff.

In the fully enclosed elevator, the space is really cramped, and the elevator without the air conditioner is extremely stuffy.

But Fu Ran's voice was very calm, he said

"Cen Nian, you're drunk."

Cen Nian's cheeks were flushed abnormally.His original lip color was a little pale. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or the medicine, but the light-colored lips were stained with a layer of light powder. Because he was uncomfortable, he pursed his lips, Frowning, he looked up at Fu Ran.

His eyes were also wet, showing some confusion.

heat.

uncomfortable.

Cen Nian tried his best to separate some thoughts from his chaotic brain to respond to that call.But it seems that the magma is erupting one after another in my mind, luring the signals of restlessness and longing, and spreading them from the top of the head to the soles of the feet along the nerves of the whole body.

"I'm drunk."

Cen Nian held his forehead, and after a long while, he muttered:

"I am hot."

He seems to have finally realized that he is not SpongeBob SquarePants. He looked at Fu Ran for a long time, and finally focused his eyes.He gasped and complained

"Senior, I'm so hot and uncomfortable."

He seemed to have turned back into a child, only repeating his most intuitive feelings all the time.

Fu Ran was angry and funny, and whispered that he

"It's uncomfortable now? Why did you go out to play before?"

Cen Nian stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around his neck, looked up at him for a while, and said seriously

"To make you unhappy."

Fu Ran "..."

He smiled helplessly and whispered, "Then you succeeded."

The elevator went to their floor.There are no people at this point, and the monitoring is stopped as soon as you check in.

Fu Ran hugged Cen Nian, took it out of his pocket, and opened the door of Cen Nian's room.

As soon as he opened the door, he immediately turned on the air conditioner and adjusted the temperature to the lowest.

Fu Ran wanted to put Cen Nian on the bed and go get a towel to help him wipe and tidy him up, but Cen Nian held him tightly, and would not let go no matter what.

"It's really hot." Cen Nian opened a pair of confused eyes and asked him, "Senior, aren't you hot?"

As he spoke, he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and bit it in his mouth.Then, he took Fu Ran's hand and asked Fu Ran to touch his abdomen and chest.

At night, Fu Ran was afraid of glare, so he only turned on a night light.Under the dim and ambiguous light, Cen Nian's skin was a soft and delicate white that made people want to touch.He was thin, but not malnourished, maybe because he had skateboarded in middle and high school, and his abdominal muscles were tight and powerful, not exaggerated, but very beautiful.

Further up, there is the boy's slightly thin chest, and the light pink——

Fu Ran's breathing stopped suddenly.

He forced himself to look away.

"Senior," Cen Nian's breathing was a little short, as if he was extremely hot, he said seriously, "My whole body is very hot, you can tell by touching it, I'm not lying."

Cen Nian's strength was not great, and Fu Ran didn't break free unexpectedly.Led by Cen Nian's hand, he was forced to stroke the delicate whiteness as he wished.

Fu Ran's hands were indeed much cooler than Cen Nian's own body temperature.Therefore, when Fu Ran touched Cen Nian's skin, Cen Nian let out a comfortable sigh from his throat.

Then, he stared closely at Fu Ran with wet eyes, and held his hand, as if he knew the taste, but also seemed to be insatiable and thirsty for more.He said

"Senior, I think..."

After saying this, he frowned, as if he was frightened by his too sticky and soft voice, and it seemed that he didn't know what he wanted.

Fu Ran's eyes darkened.

Some long-dormant desire is rising and entangled, but it has not yet broken through this disguised and polite body.

He looked at Cen Nian

"I know you're hot," Fu Ran paused, then said slowly, "I'll get you some water and take a bath, okay?"

Cen Nian shook his head.

He looked at Fu Ran and said stubbornly, "I don't want to take a bath."

He leaned on Fu Ran, trying to draw more coolness from it.At the same time, he held Fu Ran's hand down even more unconsciously, leading Fu Ran to pull down the zipper of his trousers.

He looked at Fu Ran innocently and seriously, and said word by word

"Senior, I'm hot."

"You'll know it when you touch it."

"Touch it...will you?"

"..."

Fu Ran stared at him for a long while with unspeakable eyes.

Half a minute later, he looked away almost in embarrassment.Fu Ran stared at the magazines on the table, and said softly

"Niannian, I know you are very hot, you don't need to prove it to me." He recalled the tone of his relatives coaxing his three-year-old son to drink Chinese medicine, and said softly, "Let go first, I can help you. Don't Urgent, okay?"

Cen Nian didn't speak.

After a while, he suddenly let go.

Fu Ran thought he agreed, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Cen Nian stared at him for a while.Then, the boy got out of bed, picked up the mobile phone that he had accidentally slipped on the ground, and started flipping through the address book, saying sullenly

"If you don't help me, then I'll find someone else."

Fu Ran was taken aback, still smiling, but his eyes sank

"other people?"

"That's right," Cen Nian said casually, "For example..."

His mind is still not clear, just want to find someone close to help.A close, reliable person—

He searched his memory for someone who met this requirement.

Fu Ran looked at the name in the center of his dialing interface.

He gasps for breath.

An unknown fire burned in the bottom of my heart, and it became more and more intense.

He watched helplessly as Cen Nian was about to press the dial button.Suddenly, he raised his hand to take Cen Nian's cell phone, his face was gloomy and terrifying.

"..." Cen Nian opened his eyes, looked at him in disbelief, and stretched out his hand, "Give it back to me."

Fu Ran was silent for a while

"What else are you going to do? Find someone else?" He lowered his eyelids, smiled, and said, "Don't even think about it."

After all, he raised his hand and threw the whole phone into the ornamental fish tank in the middle of the living room.

The tropical fish swimming inside looked at the somewhat flat object in surprise, and spit out a series of flustered bubbles.

The room was eerily quiet for a while.

Only the air conditioner was working conscientiously, making a muffled sound.Fu Ran's breathing was heavy, as if he was suppressing something.

Cen Nian frowned tightly.

He glanced into the fish tank twice, and the screen was already black.He looked very dissatisfied, and while fanning himself, he said

"So what, I just—"

Suddenly, Fu Ran raised his hand and turned off the lit night light, and the whole room fell into complete darkness.

Cen Nian opened his eyes.

Fu Ran held him in his arms and kissed him almost fiercely.

"I'll help you. Okay?"

Fu Ran said hoarsely.

Cen Nian's eyelashes trembled.His breathing was extremely short, and his exhalation was full of moisture, like a tropical fish stranded on the beach, struggling hard, but still being dragged by the tail by the dry heat of lack of water and thirst, and he couldn't escape even by thumping hard.

The fish in the fish tank wagged its tail, looked at the two people not far away, and spit out a string of bubbles.

The man in the bar probably touched it as a kind of pleasure-enhancing drug.And the best solution for this medicine, needless to say, there is only one.

After about half an hour.

Cen Nian lay on the sofa with his eyes closed. He didn't know if he fell asleep or was tired after venting.He closed his eyes, his brows that had been wrinkled for most of the night finally relaxed, and he even smacked his lips in satisfaction, as if he had just finished a sumptuous meal.

In Cen Nian's hand was Fu Ran's sweater jacket, wrinkled into a ball, it had just been soiled, and then Cen Nian snatched it and hugged it like a doll.

Fu Ran looked back at him for a while, with helpless and conniving eyes, like seeing a kitten in his palm stretching its paws and sleeping on the owner's pillow.

Fu Ran went into the bathroom and turned on the tap.

Before, Fu Ran never thought that he would do this kind of thing for anyone.But when things came to an end, there was not even a trace of disgust.

There is even an inexplicable satisfaction.

Watching Cen Nian frown, watching the dizziness in his eyes, savoring the little bit of emotion and happiness leaking from the corners of his eyes and brows, watching every change in his expression.

And it's all because of him.

Fu Ran stared at the water flowing out of the faucet for such a brief moment, regretting the short duration of the medicine's effect.

"... the marrow knows the taste."

After a while, he sighed.

The water was rushing.

Just as Fu Ran was about to put his hand under the faucet to wash, he suddenly stopped.

He withdrew his hand and stared at his fingertips.

These hands, turning over the script and holding the drumsticks, also——

"I'm delicious, would you like to have a taste?"

Suddenly, this sentence flashed through my mind.

Fu Ran was silent.

"It's delicious."

he whispered.

After a while, Fu Ran shook his head and smiled.

Fu Ran filled the bathtub with water and walked out. Cen Nian seemed to be falling asleep.

Fu Ran thought for a while, and straightened him up, fearing that he would get up in the middle of the night and feel like throwing up and choke himself.

But Cen Nian was in a shallow sleep, and with such a movement, he woke up instead.

He stretched himself, still drunk, looking at Fu Ran without blinking his eyes.

"Want to take a shower? I put hot water on it."

Fu Ran looked down at him, and discussed with him in a gentle voice, "Get up if you want to wash, and sleep if you don't want to wash."

Cen Nian has always liked to be clean, and he takes a bath almost every day in winter.Today, he was sweating and drank alcohol. If he was allowed to fall asleep like this, he might not feel well when he wakes up tomorrow.

Cen Nian nodded, and after a while, shook his head again.

He stretched out his hands to Fu Ran and said earnestly, "Hold me."

"..."

Fu Ran's eyes suddenly softened.

He picked Cen Nian up and went to the bathroom to help him undress a little bit.

The water in the bathtub has been put in long ago, and the water temperature has been adjusted, which is quite suitable.After Cen Nian lay down, he started blowing bubbles and playing, as if he forgot how to take a bath.

Fu Ran could only pick up towels and shower gel to help him.When the towel touched Cen Nian's lower abdomen, his hands paused.

The light was too dim just now, so I didn't notice it, but I found it under the incandescent light in the bathroom.There were several wounds on Cen Nian's abdomen, which had healed after a long time, except for a few white scars.

In addition, he also has some scars on his legs, two white and straight legs.

Cen Nian has a scarred physique, and when he was a child, he liked bumping and bumping, but he never paid attention to these things until he grew up. Not only did he play skateboarding, but sometimes he even fought with others.

Although, it is normal for boys to have several scars.but--

Fu Ran stared at the biggest scar on his abdomen, was silent for a while, and asked him

"Does it hurt?"

Cen Nian's eyes were blank.

He looked up at Fu Ran, and after a while, he lowered his head and blew away a bubble floating on the water, as if he didn't want to answer.

Fu Ran didn't speak anymore, he took a towel around the scar and wiped it off.

The room is very quiet, the sound of water is soft.

After an unknown amount of time, Cen Nian suddenly said in a low voice:

"pain."

His voice was so small that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

Fu Ran paused while holding the towel.

"What?" He asked after a moment of silence.

Cen Nian turned the water casually, then he lowered his head and looked at the scars on his body.

"This is when I was in high school, fighting with others," Cen Nian pointed to the longest scar on his abdomen, and said, "The group of people brought knives."

Fu Ran's breath was suffocated.

His eyes swept across the scar, and he hardly dared to look more.He clenched the hand holding the towel involuntarily, and it was only when Cen Nian whimpered in pain that he realized it and eased his grip.

"Sorry." Fu Ran whispered.

Cen Nian shook his head.His eyes were dazed, and he seemed to have drifted far away.I don't know what to recall, after a while, he whispered:

"It hurts."

"It's still a little cold."

"But no one came to save me. I waited a long time and I—"

A person was lying silently in the snow, blood bubbling from the wound, and it didn't take long for him to freeze to the ground.That group of people thought they had killed someone and ran away, taking it for granted that they would not look back.

I can't move, no one can save me, and the hopelessness that seems to be about to die forever on such a quiet snowy night, even if I try to forget it, I can't restrain myself from burning in every corner of my soul.

Cen Nian lowered his head, hugged his knees, and trembled slightly.

For so long, he has never told anyone, relatives, Aunt Li, friends...

But the fear and desperation at that time never lessened.The more one is bored and puts it in his heart, the more those fragments will follow him like a nightmare.

Fu Ran clenched his hands tightly.

He wanted to say something, but held back, he finally carried Cen Nian out of the bathtub, wiped him off, and put on his pajamas.

After Cen Nian got drunk, his memory was very confused, and he forgot that memory after a while.

But Fu Ran couldn't forget.

He turned off the light, wanting Cen Nian to go to sleep.But after covering him with the quilt, Cen Nian still opened his eyes and looked at him curiously, as if he had known him for the first day.

"Why," Fu Ran paused, and finally asked softly, "Why didn't you tell others about the injury, why... didn't you tell me?"

He always thought that Cen Nian's injury was from skateboarding, and wondered why skateboarding caused such a big gash in his abdomen.

"Why did I tell you?"

Cen Nian poked his head out from under the quilt to look at him, and seemed to find Fu Ran strange.

"This kind of thing," Cen Nian said naturally, "you can only tell the person you like and trust the most. Isn't it?"

"..."

Fu Ran froze.

Favorite, most trusted person.

After a while, he forced a smile and said:

"Yes."

"I think..." When Cen Nian said this, he suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Fu Ran paused, and asked him slowly:

"what happened?"

"I kind of," Cen Nian murmured with his head down, "I kind of hate you."

Fu Ran lowered his eyelids.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Sorry."

"..."

Alcohol rose little by little in Cen Nian's brain.He looked at Fu Ran, completely forgetting that the world was ten years ago.

The last despair in the previous life, the unspeakable resentment and dissatisfaction are brewing and reborn here one by one.

Cen Nian looked at Fu Ran, and finally found a trace of pain and embarrassment from his usual calm and gentle face.

Cen Nian smiled lightly, and almost got almost bad pleasure from Fu Ran's feedback.

Anyway, he was drunk, this was a dream, what happened in the dream, why should he be responsible for it?

Cen Nian thought for a while, then said:

"Sometimes I think, there's really nothing lovable about you."

"Aloof, annoying, bumbling."

"Why do so many people like you?" Cen Nian smiled, and continued, "I can't understand it, let alone why someone has liked you for ten years."

"..."

The smile on Fu Ran's face faded little by little.

He looked at Cen Nian and was silent for a long while before opening his mouth with difficulty:

"Correct."

After being an actor for so many years, it's not like I haven't heard vicious words, but——

When Cen Nian uttered these words, for the first time, he felt the feeling of a heart being cut open by someone using words as a knife.

Cen Nian didn't speak for a moment.Half a minute later, he looked at Fu Ran, chuckled lightly, shook his head, and said:

"not worth it."

This dream is a bit realistic.Cen Nian thought, Fu Ran's performance and demeanor were extremely real, as if they were real.

But how is it possible?The real Fu Ran would never ask him these things.

——It’s pretty good, anyway, it’s just a dream.

"What's not worth it?"

Fu Ran's voice was a little tense.

"You're not worth it," Cen Nian looked at Fu Ran in his 'dream', he shrugged, and he didn't know who he was saying to, "You're not worth liking. Whether it's before or in the future."

When he said this, there was no wave in his eyes, as if he was saying something that could not be taken for granted, and it seemed that these cruel words had been rehearsed countless times in his heart before he could say them so easily at this time.

Fu Ran looked at him.

Cen Nian raised his head, feeling extremely puzzled for a moment.

Why does Fu Ran have such eyes?

This kind of...

The extremely sad and extremely painful eyes.

Cen Nian withdrew his gaze, and in the illusory feeling created by the alcohol, he thought in a daze that he must have read it wrong.

"Yes."

After a while, Fu Ran said hoarsely:

"I'm not worth it."

"Whether it's before or... in the future."