King's return

sunset.

The headline of the entertainment section of the Evening News that day was the extremely chaotic NGC Awards Ceremony. The organizer had to spend a lot of effort in public relations to curry favor with the media and the audience. The negative news this time was completely aimed at him.

Those who have good intentions will bring out the case ten years ago to add fuel to it, almost wanting to use the pen to exaggerate Rong Jian's past as a tragic childhood history of a lonely and surly orphan.

It had the effect of sympathizing with Rong Jianbo, but on the other hand, some black people who were unhappy with him called him a scum, and some even questioned his champion.

But no matter from which point of view, the main responsibility for what happened ten years ago does not lie on him, not to mention that this matter has nothing to do with NGC, but it has a serious impact on Rong Jian's personal prestige and image.

After all, this was a fatal blow to his status as the spokesperson of the OP company's game image.

But soon, a blockbuster bombarded everyone—Weta Company issued a statement shortly thereafter, Rong Jian had terminated the contract with OP and switched to Weta's company, but considering the serious impact of the NGC incident, the next Whether Rong Jian will be allowed to participate in the season as an official team member remains cautious.

One thing I have to mention here is that most companies sign professional players, and the contract expires in about three years. A unilateral breach of the contract will pay a large amount of compensation, and the amount is linked to the company's scale benefits. With Weta's strength, it is easy to Jian wanted to break the contract in less than three years - even if he sold himself, he couldn't afford it, even Lin Yanxiu couldn't bear it.

And Shen Luotian's calculation lies in Rong Jian's age.He is already 25 years old. As a professional gamer, it can be said that he is in his twilight years. If he is over 25 years old, his physical and mental state will decline, and there are very few people who are still active in the game.

Hiding Rong Jian in the snow for three years, although the salary will still be paid and he will not starve to death on the street, but in the player's career, it is almost equivalent to a death sentence.

After the news came out, the media flocked to the OP company to ask for confirmation, but the boss Lin Yanxiu kept avoiding it, and everyone in the OP kept silent. It's hard to guess their attitude.

As for the real protagonist?

I don't know how many entertainment reporters from newspapers and magazines have been dispatched, looking for him all over the world, but they haven't even touched a single hair after searching for the whole afternoon. There are also people squatting outside Boss Lin's house, but until the sunset, there is no one. .

The weather at the end of spring and the beginning of summer is very strange. Although the sun is still shining brightly in the daytime, it starts to rain when it rains in the evening.

People on the street without umbrellas are in a hurry, just burying their heads in their way.

At this time, places such as bus stops and overpasses have become excellent shelters from the rain.

On the bridge, a blind man with sunglasses was playing the erhu, shaking his head while playing, and the small bowl in front of him was full of coins and change.

No one noticed the blind man, and there was a man with wet clothes squatting next to him, and some passers-by even threw a few coins in front of the man indifferently.

Hearing the sound, the man raised his head slowly, and stared at the rolling coin for a while with dark eyes through his glasses.

Then he picked up the coin expressionlessly and threw it into the blind man's bowl.

"Thank you." The blind man paused, thanked him and continued pulling.

Rong Jian turned his head and started staring at the blind man.

At first everything was fine, but after this situation lasted for nearly 3 minutes, Rong Jian remained motionless, and the blind man's forehead began to sweat, thinking that this man must be crazy.

The man suddenly stood up, took out a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket, and handed it over.

The blind erhu was overjoyed immediately, but he couldn't make it too obvious.

Rong Jian put the money under the other's nose, shook it, and said dryly, "Sell me the sunglasses."

"Ah?" The blind erhu was taken aback.

Rong Jian said slowly, "You are not blind, sell me the sunglasses."

The erhu uncle was embarrassed, thought for a while that this pair of sunglasses was just a street stall for a few dollars, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, take it."

But I heard the man continue: "Forty."

"What?"

Rong Jian said patiently, "Call me forty, I don't have any change."

Uncle Erhu burst into tears, what a cheat!

Rong Jian looked around, but he didn't see the reporter, so he put on his sunglasses and walked slowly away.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years, he would experience this feeling of hiding in Tibet for once. The difference is that when he was a child, his body was beaten by fists and feet, but now his spirit is destroyed by words.

Although he said that to Lin Yanxiu, his heart was completely at a loss for the future, and sooner or later he would return to the life of a gangster on the street, but he didn't even know which leg he should take, which step he should take. which way.

The raindrops hit Rong Jian's body, and the pedestrians passing by in a hurry, he was very out of place as he crawled slowly like a snail.

Maybe it was subconsciously that he didn't want to go back to that house to face Lin Yanxiu. He walked more slowly than usual. After walking for an unknown amount of time, his legs started to ache again.

The mobile phone that Lin Yanxiu gave him was still quietly lying in his pocket. There was no text message, no phone call—nor the person waiting for him in the rain with an umbrella.

Wandering outside for a whole day, he didn't eat any rice, he wondered if the milk was so hungry at home that Rong Jian raised his face slightly, the rain mercilessly washed over his face, and even his heart was soaked.

When he lingered to Lin's house, the night was deep, the rain had stopped, and the moonlight was as fresh as it had been washed.

Even the entertainment reporters who were squatting outside all left one after another.

The villa was pitch black, Rong Jian quietly opened the door and walked in, the moonlight reflected the living room pale like a haunted house - just like what he saw the first day he stepped here.

As soon as the light was turned on, from the corner of the eye, I saw a ball of white fur pounced on him with a "meow", with a pair of plum blossom meat claws on his belt very familiarly, wagging its tail, and sniffing around with its small nose. Eat.

But she didn't smell anything except the dampness all over her body. Milk drooped her ears, jumped down in disdain, raised one leg and stepped on the unscrupulous master's shoe, meowing angrily.

"Are you hungry too?" Rong Jian leaned over and picked up the milk-white hair ball, smoothed its fur, and walked to the kitchen in silence.

The constant temperature freezer was full of red Wangzai milk cans, Rong Jian recalled Lin Yanxiu's face down and accompanied him to the supermarket, looked at it absentmindedly for a while, took out a can and poured it into a cat dish for him to drink.

Rong Jian sat on the side, silently watching it happily licking the plate. Usually at this time, Lin Yanxiu was always busy inside with his sleeves rolled up, while he squatted at the table with Milk waiting to eat, and picked his ears by the way. , to bear all kinds of scolding and nagging of menopausal men.

"Meow~" Maybe she sensed that the man was different from usual, so the milk moved over to lick the man's palm as if to appease.

The meowing sound was obviously very loud in the silence of the night, and Rong Jian was startled by the terribly coldness in the house.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, a bitter taste slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he was really spoiled by Lin Yanxiu.

"Milk, we have to say goodbye to this place." Rong Jian stroked its head with a low voice.

"Meow?!" Milk startled the boss and shook his head desperately.

Rong Jian sighed, carried it upstairs and walked upstairs: "We will only cause trouble for Lin Yanxiu if we stay here. From now on, you should be good and don't run around. That old house is a mess, so be careful if you are caught. Go stew and eat."

"Meow!! >_<"

Rong Jian put the photos and piggy bank in the cabinet into a duffel bag, his eyes touched the computer he was used to on the table, showing a hint of reluctance, thinking to himself, it seems that he will find time to find Wen You to get back the computer.

Opening the closet, he suddenly found that there was no piece of clothing that Lin Yanxiu had prepared for him, including the one he was wearing now.

Rong Jian pursed her lips and said to herself mockingly: "I'm still really alone"

Ever since he shared the bed with Lin Yanxiu, both of them put their clothes in the same closet, and it was inevitable that they would wear them wrong, especially underwear and vests.

The two often waited until the moment of tumbling in bed at night to realize that the other was wearing their underwear.

——This kind of discovery is more like the love between lovers. Lin Yanxiu will blush and reach the climax faster than usual.

Rong Jian held a black vest and stuffed it into the duffel bag with a sullen face.

The whole room and eyes are full of him and his memories, and if you just glance at it, you will feel a dull pain in your chest like a broken stone.

I remembered that there were some important materials in the small study in the master bedroom.

He took a deep breath and stepped steadily into Lin Yanxiu's bedroom.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a strong smell of alcohol rushed over.

For a moment, Rong Jian's mind flashed back to the time when he walked in this door for the first time, he also smelled a smell of alcohol, but now it is heavier and more concentrated.

Could it be that Lin Yanxiu is back?

Rong Jian froze, but forced himself to go in.

There is no light inside, only the faint moonlight coming in through the window.

The door of the small study was ajar, and Rong Jian could even hear his own violent heartbeat clearly.

Gently pushing the door open, the scene inside immediately made him freeze in place.

It didn't look like the room of Lin Yanxiu, who loved to be tidy the most - it was a dump at all.

There were wine bottles all over the floor, rolling and colliding with each other, posters and photos all over the wall were torn off, some were crumpled up, some were simply torn in half, and they were just thrown on the ground like trash.

A man was lying on the table. Hearing the noise, he turned his head and looked at him slowly.

Lin Yanxiu was very drunk, sitting staggeringly, but his eyes were as sharp as before, staring at Rong Jian like a black panther staring at its prey.At a certain moment when he saw him, Lin Yanxiu's eyes lit up slightly, but he soon became cold again. He played with a wine bottle and asked mockingly: "Why haven't you left yet? Can't bear to be here? If you beg me, I will I can consider letting you stay"

There was no expression on Rong Jian's face, he just silently took the information and stuffed it into the bag, and couldn't help but say, "You're drunk."

Throwing the wine bottle with a "snap", Lin Yanxiu stood up staggeringly, met the other party's gaze and sneered: "I'm not drunk, Rong Jian, I tell you, if you leave today, don't count on me Will wait for you!"

"I've already bought a plane ticket back to the United States, and I will return to the United States early tomorrow morning!"

Rong Jian's eyes sank: "Are you threatening me?"