After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

"So, marry me, okay?"

The reporters present exploded in an instant.

Countless people pressed the shutter until their fingers hurt. The reporter who took the video had his hands shake for a moment and didn't hold the camera firmly.

But all this has nothing to do with the two people on stage.

Cen Nian's expression was a little blank.

He subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but when he realized it, he stopped again.Finally, some expressions that young people should have appeared on his face, surprise, bewilderment and bewilderment.

Fu Ran looked at him carefully.

At least there is no resentment and disgust.

Cen Nian quickly calmed down, shook his head, and said

"Feel sorry."

Fu Ran was silent for a moment, then smiled

"It's ok."

He took back the ring, stood up, and looked at Cen Nian, "Shall we talk?"

This is still possible.

Cen Nian thought for a moment and said, "Let's go."

The two of them were supposed to go to the police station to take notes, but Fu Ran sent his assistant there. For some reason, the police didn't look for them anymore.

The media reporters were pushing and shoving, and they were about to squeeze onto the stage.Cen Nian walked in front, this was the meeting place under the name of Cen's family, he was familiar with the organization, he led Fu Ran away from the media, and left by a small path.

"where to?"

The two did not walk side by side, Cen Nian walked a little ahead, his shadow was dragged by the street lamps, leaning against Fu Ran's shadow.

"By the river, can I?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Ran said.

Cen Nian was startled and nodded.The big river that runs through the entire city b is very close to here, and it takes five or six minutes to walk there.

Today's moon is very round, and the moonlight is a soft warm yellow.It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and there were still a few couples snuggling up on the river bank.There have been too many things going on recently, and Cen Nian didn't realize it until this moment. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Moon Festival……

Fu Ran's birthday.

Cen Nian suddenly remembered.

Fu Ran grew up with the old man, and his family had a lunar birthday, and he happened to be born on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.On the last Mid-Autumn Festival in his previous life, Fu Ran invited Cen Nian to his house as a guest, and played a piece of starflos for Cen Nian in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

That Mid-Autumn Festival was very strange, the moonlight was not dazzling, but the stars were extremely dazzling.

"Happy birthday." Cen Nian regained consciousness and whispered.

Fu Ran smiled and said, "Thank you."

At this time, a bicycle passed Cen Nian quickly and almost hit him.Fu Ran took two steps forward naturally, helped the child by the shoulders, and the two stood side by side.

Cen Nian looked at him twice, but said nothing.

"Jiang Xu said," Cen Nian's voice was muffled, "Did you have a terminal illness in your previous life?"

Fu Ran didn't expect him to be so direct, so he paused and said

"Yes."

"However," Fu Ran added, "After coming here, I started treatment early, and the problem is not too big."

"Yeah." Cen Nian nodded, "You're the idiot too? Why?"

Fu Ran didn't speak.

A few lanterns lay leisurely in the river. I don’t know where the custom is. I like to put lanterns and long-burning lanterns on any festival.It was almost late at night, but the road was not dark at all. The light was yellow with a little old taste, which made people feel peaceful.

When Cen Nian said this, surprisingly, he was not angry, but a little tired.

Fu Ran paused and said

"today is my birthday."

Cen Nian let out an 'hmm'.

"Can I ask for a gift?" Fu Ran smiled and said, "It's not expensive."

Of course Cen Nian didn't immediately agree, saying, "It depends on the situation. What is it?"

"Cen Nian, after today," Fu Ran stopped, looked at the handsome young man under the light, and said, "Can you stop avoiding me?"

His tone was business as usual.

It's just that the ending sound is a little hoarse, which seems to be nervous.

For no reason, Cen Nian felt a little sad.He thought about it and said

"it is good."

The river flowed slowly past the two of them, to the sea, to the endless moonlight and stars.

Fu Ran walked beside Cen Nian and said

"Cen Nian, can I tell you a bedtime story?"

Cen Nian glanced at him sideways and said 'hmm'.

There is a tavern by the roadside. The tavern is really small, and there are no customers. The owner is alone at the counter, singing Scottish folk songs with his guitar.The storefront is very old, the decoration is okay, the light is dim, and there is a grand piano in the corner.

Fu Ran ordered a cup of soy milk, while Cen Nian ordered a cup of coffee.The boss looked at the faces of the two of them, didn't say much, and quickly filled up the drinks and continued to play and sing.

Fu Ran pushed the soy milk to Cen Nian and put the coffee in front of him.Said softly

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy."

"Yeah." Cen Nian stirred the soy milk with a spoon, not flattering him, "Is that you, the little boy?"

"...Yes." Fu Ran was dumbfounded for a moment, then smiled, "I want to tell this story in the third person, is that okay?"

"Please." Cen Nian gestured.

"When he was a child, he always thought he was very happy. His parents were very harmonious, and the family was not difficult. He had everything he wanted-toy cars, game consoles, Ultraman, everything. Except every Saturday, my mother would Call him into a small room and give him an injection."

Hearing this, Cen Nian paused holding the spoon and looked up at him.

Fu Ran's expression was very flat, he stared at Cen Nian, as if this was indeed a slightly cruel bedtime story

"The injection was very painful, but after the injection, the mother who always didn't like to talk to him would hug him and talk, so the little boy felt that the pain was worth it. When the little boy came home from school when he was six years old, he saw his father... "

Having said this, Fu Ran took a sip of coffee and continued

"Lying on the ground, his mother held a bloody knife in her hand and looked at the little boy. She rushed up, not at all like her usual gentle appearance, a bit like the monster that destroyed the city in Ultraman .”

Cen Nian looked at Fu Ran steadily, and let out a 'hmm'.

"At this time, a group of strange people appeared, stopped her, and saved the little boy's life. The group said that the little boy's mother was forced to marry his father, and she had been planning how to kill him for so many years. Abandoned her husband, and secretly injected the little boy with a small amount of highly radioactive medicine for a long time—"

Cen Nian couldn't help but leaned forward and interrupted him.

"So, you're going to look like a big fool?"

Fu Ran smiled and said softly

"This is the next episode, Niannian—no, Cen Nian, let's finish reading this paragraph first, shall we?"

Cen Nian "..."

He leaned back again, sinking into the sofa, and said, "Okay."

"The little boy's family has a medical history and has been injected with drugs for many years. Many experts have asserted that he will not live to be 30 years old."

Cen Nian carefully looked at Fu Ran's expression when he said this, and frowned.

Fu Ran still looked at him with such gentle eyes

"Later, the little boy moved to live with his grandparents. Others told him that he would die soon, but he didn't believe it—he was so healthy, and he won No.1 in the long-distance running competition in high school. Before the college entrance examination That night, grandpa played half a game of chess with him, and when he came back from the exam, grandpa collapsed by the chessboard, as if he had fallen asleep."

"The little boy always feels that grandpa will wake up and finish the half game of chess with him?" Cen Nian snatched Fu Ran's words.

Fu Ran was not angry, he could not help but nodded

"Yes. After that day, grandma's memory also began to blur. Sometimes she couldn't remember the little boy at all, and sometimes she called grandpa's name in an empty room. Grandma passed away when the little boy was in his fourth year of college."

Cen Nian was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"The little boy felt at the time that he had nothing to lose.

"But then he discovered that fate was far more cruel than he imagined. It always gave the little boy something and quickly took it all away."

Such as grandparents, such as superficial health, such as... Cen Nian.

Fu Ran drooped his eyelids, took a sip of coffee, and continued the story with a low voice

"That day, he found a rash on his neck. Later, he discovered that his memory had many lost fragments, and his reaction was gradually slowed down."

"He was very scared. He was afraid that one day, he would really become a homeless man covered in rashes and mentally retarded. Unexpectedly, the day he was afraid of would come soon."

Cen Nian tightened his grip on the cup.

This is followed by the one he is familiar with.

"But until a long time later, the little boy didn't hate his illness or his experience of living on the street." Fu Ran rubbed his hand on the rim of the coffee cup for a while, and said, "Because, it was because of his illness, The little boy met his star because he was on the streets."

Cen Nian was silent.

He raised his eyes and stared at Fu Ran inexplicably.

"That star is very dazzling." Fu Ran lowered his eyelids, his voice was soft, "The little boy imagined it, in the candlelight of the birthday, in the sweetest dream, in a certain page of the fairy tale book. But he didn't I thought that the stars would fall in front of him so unsuspectingly and unprepared."

The proprietor of the tavern happened to be singing a Scottish love song, and the lilting tune floated beside them.

"However," Fu Ran looked at Cen Nian with some sadness in his eyes, "he lost the star."

Cen Nian frowned and wanted to say something, but Fu Ran continued.

"No," Fu Ran shook his head, "The stars never belonged to him. There are many stars in the sky, but there is only the one that the little boy likes, which is particularly not smart."

Cen Nian "..."

"He can't see that the little boy is full of injuries, and he can't see that the little boy's road is coming to an end. It thinks that the little boy is also a star like it, and can walk with it all the way."

"But actually," Fu Ran smiled, "the little boy is just a mouse lingering in the gutter."

"No." Cen Nian interrupted him in a muffled voice.

Fu Ran nodded, "I'm sorry. In short, in the days that followed, the little boy's illness continued to recur—he didn't have rashes anymore, but the problem of memory loss continued. He didn't know how many days he had left to recover. Alive to keep watching and guarding his star."

"The little boy began to be afraid of death. He was jealous and helpless, and he didn't want his star to belong to others." Fu Ran looked at Cen Nian and said, "He searched for a lot of information and asked a lot of people, from home and abroad, He has searched every relevant field."

"But everyone gave the little boy the same answer—the damage caused by the radioactive drug is irreversible. Given the little boy's current physical condition, the probability of him surviving within ten years is less than [-] percent."

Cen Nian's breathing was stagnant, he picked up the glass and took a sip in disguise.

"After waking up one day, the little boy suddenly figured it out.

"His star may not belong to him in the future, but...his star can live forever, forget about the little boy, and shine happily in the sky, that's enough. Stars are not mice after all, there are many other stars willing to share with you He is a friend and is willing to accompany him forever.

"The stars are so good, there is no need to dim forever for the little boy."

Cen Nian's breath became short of breath, "How do you know—"

Fu Ran shook his head, and continued

"However, he doesn't know about that star. Obviously, the little boy has tried his best to treat it with the worst tone and the most perfunctory attitude, but the star seems to have never seen it. He gave up other stars and has been circling around the little boy. .”

"At the beginning, the little boy really wanted to die immediately. He bought a gun through some means. After the daily shooting training, he really wanted to shoot himself in the temple. At that time, although Xingxing liked the little boy, But I don't have deep feelings for him, as long as I die at this time, Xing Xing will soon forget him, right?"