Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

In the small room, the decoration is simple, but it exudes an elegant and fresh atmosphere. There is a chair, a table, and a strong book scent. There is a white curtain in the center of the room. The man, his white shirt was stained with blood, he looked eye-catching and frightening. You could see fine beads of sweat on the man's forehead, his brows were furrowed, and his thin lips were whispering slightly, as if he was haunted by a nightmare.

Tan Yuran put down the curtain, walked out of the room lightly, leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

Locke Feng, who was wearing a white coat, came out later, closed the door carefully, and looked at Tan Yuran solemnly.

"Tan, are you sure you want to do this?" Locke Feng shrugged suspiciously, hoping that Tan Yuran could dispel his previous thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Tan Yuran folded his arms, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, with distinct knuckles and round joints, polished like the finest white jade.

Locke Feng explained, "You have to know that if a person suddenly bears an unnecessary memory, it is not an easy task, and it is very likely that he will not be able to accept it and collapse, even insanity."

These words undoubtedly made Tan Yuran prepare for a bad ending, but he seems to have made up his mind. Besides, Ji Lan has already prepared the groundwork. As long as the previous paragraphs are connected, it can be said to be seamless. Otherwise, wouldn't it be in vain? Ji Lan's life wasted.

"I've decided, and I won't change it again. Locke, you have the ability to avoid some bad situations, right?" Tan Yuran said with a smile, just like his confidence in the trap he set in his heart.

Locke Feng shook his head, "Okay, I'll try my best, and pray that your friend isn't a fragile guy."

Locke Feng turned and walked into the room. Tan Yuran looked at the closed door and closed his eyes worriedly. The half-burned cigarette in his hand was broken, and the sparks fell on his fair and delicate skin, burning the flesh, and The pain didn't attract his attention at all.

The last mission he gave Ji Lan was to help him tell a lie. This half-true lie is now deeply engraved in Cheng Qiyan's heart, but his three-year memory is still a lost world—— Tan Yuran gave Locke a script, and asked the world's leading hypnotist to construct the story in Cheng Qiyan's dream, replacing the lost three years, and stealthily.

Sure enough, in this world, everything can be fake, people's hearts are fake, feelings are fake, including the world in your mind, it may also be a cage created for you by others, a mirage from which you cannot escape.

Cheng Qiyan stood on the edge of dreaming and waking up. In his subconscious, a voice suddenly sounded, guiding him and calling him.

... That voice said: Are you willing to marry Mo Bingyan as your wife, and swear that you will only be loyal to her in this life, regardless of poverty, disease, or pain?

I am willing... Cheng Qiyan said.

I would too... said the beautiful bride.

A couple stood in front of the pastor, happiness flowed from the soles of their feet to the tips of their hair, and sweetness overflowed their hearts. They made the most sacred promise in this life. Cheng Qiyan put on a heart-shaped diamond ring for his wife, and then raised her pure white hair. veil, kiss her lips.

With a kiss, mark the brand of love.

The lingering kiss lasted until the cheers of relatives and friends sounded, their lips parted, but the taste buds still retained the sweet taste of each other, Cheng Qiyan slowly raised his eyes, however, the opposite was no longer his bride, but A man in a white suit, he has the same delicate face as his wife, as beautiful as God's carefully crafted darling, with a dazzling aura like a god.

Cheng Qiyan's chest was choked, and he took a step back, but his eyes never moved away from the man's face.

There were noisy voices around, relatives and friends were questioning, and those present were sighing. Cheng Qiyan stood with him in front of the pastor, as if isolated from the world, and looked at by the playful eyes of fate.

Cheng Qiyan retreated step by step, and the man pressed on step by step.

Qi Yan, Qi Yan!The man called out softly, and stretched out his hand towards him, Cheng Qiyan seemed to be sucked away by his smile, he hesitated, his heart moved, and then he stumbled and fell into the abyss, from which he could never recover.

Cheng Qiyan stretched out his hand and took the man's hand.

The voices of resentment and resentment were endless, and the accusations filled his ears like a spell, and Cheng Qiyan panicked.

Nanachi, come with me.

Cheng Qiyan had no way out, there was a bright light at the door of the church, the man dragged him out of the church - he had an intuition that there was light, but going there did not mean getting the light, everything was just an illusion caused by temptation.

The woman in a white wedding dress fell to the ground and watched her husband and others disappear at the door of the church. She tore off the necklace around her neck, and the round pearls jumped all over the floor like fragments of a dream.

Being entangled into a phantom world, Cheng Qiyan lay naked on the bed, looking at the intricate patterns of branches and leaves on the gauze on the top of the bed, as if his hands and feet were bound up by their enchanting tenderness and inescapable tenderness.

The fiery desire~ desire filled the body, and the rationality and redundant emotions were exhausted, reaching the peak of destruction together. The gauze trembled due to the intense entanglement, swaying non-stop in the blurred and drunken eyes.

Panting, like long sighs, moans are screams squeezed from a tired heart.

The gauze curtain slid down and covered the two overlapping bodies, like the dust of desire, after vigorously, it settled silently.

The camera suddenly changed, and Cheng Qiyan saw Tan Yuran and himself exchanging rings on the seat of a luxury car, as if handing over the key to the door of their heart to each other. This scene seemed familiar, but it felt very strange.

Suddenly, a figure of a woman wearing a wedding dress appeared in front of her, looking at her with tears in her eyes.

Bingyan!

Cheng Qiyan called his wife's name, broke away from Tan Yuran's arms and jumped out of the car, looking for her figure in the endless world, with a harsh brake sound, everything slowed down, what he saw, what he heard , felt, the woman's slowly falling body, blood stained her white wedding dress - I hate you, so I killed your wife, and Tan Yuran loves you, so I ruined you, this is right His best revenge.

It turned out to be so.

I seem to be in a room, no, it should be called a space, a space surrounded by mirrors, the ubiquitous self, Cheng Qiyan keeps turning around, but no matter what direction or angle he turns, what he sees is his own figure.

What are you like?What does a traitor look like?Was he cheating on his wife?

The memory of those three years turned out to be like this. It turned out that what he was escaping from was not the memory, but the shameful self!

He clenched his palms tightly and felt his own temperature, no, I am me, whenever I need to use other things to prove my existence, question everything, but never doubt myself.

He is Cheng Qiyan, a man, a father, a man of flesh and blood, who can laugh at pain, cry and be moved.

He has always known his position, and he doesn't need this inexplicable memory!

"Ah——" Cheng Qiyan swung his fist, smashing the mirrors surrounding him in all directions, making those false selves disappear.

He is still he, and he stands in a void.

……

Tan Yuran was startled by the roar from inside the house, he got up and stood at the door, worried about the situation inside.

After a while, Locke Feng came out from inside, "Hoo..." he let out a long sigh helplessly.

"What happened?" Tan Yuran asked with concern.

Locke Feng shook his head, "Don't worry, your friend is very good, but I failed..."

"Failed?" Tan Yuran was not sure what Locke Feng was referring to.

"Yes, I failed. Your friend's spirit is too strong. I successfully hypnotized him, then instilled the information in him, and guided him to accept it. But your friend's psychological defense is very strong. He refused to accept the information I offered. that memory."

Tan Yuran nodded thoughtfully.

Locke Feng continued: "He suddenly broke through the hypnotic state just now, it's unbelievable... This is the first time I have encountered such a situation, I think your friend should be a sensitive person usually, he pretends to be sensitive to the feelings of the outside world. In his heart, but very few things can shake the deepest belief in his heart, people who believe in themselves are more likely to be happy than those who doubt themselves, Tan, listen to me, if he...or you can Try to let go of that memory, maybe you and your friends will be much happier than now."

"Give up..." Tan Yuran muttered to himself, is that possible?