My soul pierces the white moonlight of my crush

"Su Yuan, did you eat shit, it smells so bad?!!!"

Xiao Yichen walked into the hall holding his nose, and suddenly stopped.

Su Yuan glanced back at him, speechless.

"..." Xiao Yichen felt that his mind was stuck for a while, "ah, that Su, Su Yuan...I mean about Su Yuan..."

Su Yuan covered his face.

Thousands of complicated emotions gathered into a storm in his eyes, Song Weiji pursed his lips hard, he didn't listen to Xiao Yichen's lame explanation at all, he could only see that he was sitting in front of him as Qiao Huai man.

really.

Since when did you notice it?

In fact, he couldn't tell.But the man wearing Qiao Huai's skin always made him unable to restrain himself from looking for Su Yuan's shadow in him.Gradually, seeds of doubt sprouted in his heart, and this absurd thought made him feel that something was wrong with his mind.

However, in his eyes, Qiao Huai was becoming less and less like Qiao Huai.

Even though Su Yuan's acting skills are indeed good, there are many things that cannot be fooled.Qiao Huai doesn't know him that well, even the taste of the food is clear.

Those inadvertent little movements, those eyes that showed true affection when caught off guard, he never knew that he knew Su Yuan so well.

Taking a deep breath, Song Weiji cast his cold eyes on Xiao Yichen: "Would you rather tell him the truth, but still keep it from me?"

Su Yuan had already planned to have a showdown with him, but he never expected to let him know his identity in this way, and suddenly felt powerless: "Things are not what you think..."

"What's that like?" The young man twitched his lips mockingly, "You never thought of telling me before, did you?"

Su Yuan, who was told about the central matter, was speechless.

Xiao Yichen, who thought he had caused trouble, stood in a dilemma, Su Yuan sighed, then turned his head and said, "Mr. Xiao, please dodge for a while, I want to talk to him."

Xiao Yichen nodded with a complicated expression, and went upstairs alone.

"I went home once a while ago and was discovered by Xiao Yichen. I didn't know how to explain it, and felt that it was really difficult for a person to carry such a secret. I was so desperate at the time, so I just told him, and I also I didn't expect that he would really believe it... If I told you this kind of thing from the beginning, would you believe it?" Su Yuan sighed again, "Weiji, you can't blame me as soon as you come up, I...I really I don't know how to tell you this secret under Qiao Huai's skin, he is so important to you, and his body was inexplicably taken over by someone else—" Su Yuan couldn't continue.

He didn't want to appear so inferior.

Before meeting Song Weiji, even though he was only an eighteenth-line artist, he had never felt inferior about it.

Love is different.

Where do people who are not loved have confidence?

He raised his hands, the rough gauze covered his eyes, he didn't dare to look into Song Weiji's eyes.

The things he did in front of Song Weiji during this period are simply stupid and pitiful in retrospect.

Even though he never did anything wrong, even if it was the other person who was wrong, he still felt ashamed.

"Help me, Weiji," Su Yuan still held his face in his hands, "I want to go back to my own body, maybe in this way, Qiao Huai will come back. There is one thing I didn't lie to you, Qiao Huai is right Xiao Yichen has given up, as long as he comes back, you can—"

Both hands were gently held.

Su Yuan's fingers trembled slightly.

The slightly cold hands slowly but persistently separated his hands, Su Yuan turned his head subconsciously, but with his chin stuck, he forced himself to face the young man squatting in front of him.

Su Yuan frowned, and raised his hand to grab his hand, but Song Weiji grabbed his wrist instead, and pressed him violently on the sofa.

"look at me."

"Go away." Su Yuan became angry from embarrassment.Is his embarrassment so worth seeing?

However, the young man suppressed him vigorously, his indifferent expression melted at some point, he lowered his head and pressed it against Su Yuan's forehead, the close distance made Su Yuan's heart beat wildly and he held his breath.

"My feelings for Brother Huai, until today, I don't know whether it is love or not."

Su Yuan's throat was a little tight, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "That's your business!"

"But I know, I'm in love with someone else."

Feeling extremely bored, Su Yuan sneered: "Whoever you want to love is more of your business."

"If that person is you, is it just my business?"

"...What?" Did he hear it wrong?What does he mean?

"I said I fell in love with you, I fucking fell in love with you, Su Yuan!"

With good upbringing from childhood to adulthood, Song Weiji has never said any dirty words. When the two of them were together before, whether he was angry or short-tempered, he always showed it with the expression on his face.

This was the first time Su Yuan heard him swearing, which showed that he was really in a hurry.

But what did he hear?

Song Weiji fell in love with him?

They were together for a year, but he didn't fall in love with him, and after being separated for more than half a year, did he fall in love with him?

Su Yuan pulled out his hand suddenly, raised his elbow and hit Song Weiji's chin, and when the other party gasped and raised his body slightly, he kicked him out with his right foot.

He stood up and stared fiercely at the young man who got up on the sofa in a panic.

"Don't fart, you know a fart's love! Yes, you know a fart's love, you don't even know whether you love Qiao Huai or not, and you fucking know that you love me again? Don't you think your words Does that sound silly?!"

"What the hell are you smoking?"

"You're just fucking convulsed!" Su Yuan felt terrible, gasping for breath, "Do you know what kind of mood I was with you at the beginning? But what did you let me know? You fucking treat me like someone else Come and use it! Well, something happened to me, you have come to your senses? Fart, I know better than you what a man is. What you can’t get and what you have already lost are the best. Qiao Huai is what you can’t get. I, Su Yuan, is what you have lost! That is not love at all, not love!"

Song Weiji stared at him with a livid face.

Su Yuan found it ridiculous.

Even if he still can't let go of this man, it doesn't mean that he still has to abuse himself as before.

He will not be anyone's stand-in, nor will he be anyone's second-best choice.He can be regarded as a person who died once, no matter whether he can return to his own body or not, he will never fall into the hands of the same person again.

What does it mean to not know whether I love Qiao Huai or not?

He has been thinking about someone for more than ten years, but he actually said that he doesn't know if it is love?

It's all bullshit!

Regardless of whether he believed his nonsense, he simply didn't bother to use his brain.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, pointing at the door, Su Yuan said in a deep voice, "Get out, I don't want to talk to you about this right now."

The confession got such a reaction, and Song Weiji's expression was not good.But it's not that he doesn't understand Su Yuan's unacceptable psychology for a while.

With the current atmosphere, it is really not suitable to be in the same room again, Song Weiji scratched his messy hair and stood up.

"Then I'll go back first."

Su Yuan turned his back to him, without saying a word.

Song Weiji stood for a while longer: "When you calm down, come to me again. I'll take you to see...yourself." Then he turned and left.

It wasn't until the sound of his footsteps disappeared that Su Yuan seemed to be discouraged, and sat down with drooping shoulders.

The sofa beside him sank slightly, and someone hung on his shoulders, followed by the smell of cigarettes that Xiao Yichen used to smoke.Su Yuan moved his eyes, raised his hand and took the cigarette from his mouth, put it in his own mouth and took a deep puff.

It was rare for Xiao Yichen not to speak, but quietly put his shoulders on his shoulders.

After smoking a cigarette, Su Yuan's mood calmed down a little, and he finally figured out that now is not the time to act emotionally, it's nonsense to love or not, and it's serious to return to his own body.

"Tell me when you go, I will accompany you."

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, Xiao Yichen said this nonsense, Su Yuan felt that he understood himself more and more recently.

"Of course, you are in charge of this matter." Raising his hand and punching him on the shoulder, he twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

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The car was driving steadily on the road leading to the nursing home in the suburbs, and it was the first time that Su Yuan understood the feeling similar to "being close to the hometown".

A hand stretched out from the side, holding his fingers on his knees, and he seemed to be able to feel the warmth of the other's palm through the gauze.

He smiled gratefully at Xiao Yichen.

Song Weiji, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, and turned his eyes away in displeasure.

Su Yuan turned his head to look out of the car, the scenery that kept falling backwards looked a little familiar, this road turned out to be the place he had to go to and from get off work before.

An interior location for the filming of "Ghost Story" was nearby, and he suddenly remembered that when he was filming as Qiao Huai for the first time, he met Song Weiji, who said he was visiting a friend in a nearby nursing home.

At that time, he didn't think much about it, so that after seven full months, he was finally about to see his own body.

The sanatorium located in the southern suburbs is called Sheng'an Nursing Home. The car drove directly into the gate of the sanitarium. Su Yuan was so nervous that his hands and feet were cold. He wanted to talk to ease his nervousness, so he asked casually: "What's the difference between Sheng'an Nursing Home and Sheng'an Welfare Home?" Does it matter?"

Xiao Yichen who was on the side explained: "These two houses were funded and built by the Song family. One is in the southern suburbs and the other is in the northern suburbs...By the way, I remember that you grew up in St. Ann Welfare Institute?"

Su Yuan nodded, and smiled slightly: "Yeah, I seem to have a predestined relationship with Sheng'an."

"You also grew up in St. Ann Welfare Institute?" Song Weiji in front asked again.

Su Yuan glanced at him inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

The young man frowned and said nothing.

The car stopped quickly, and several people in white coats were already waiting. After getting out of the car, Su Yuan glanced at the signs on the chests of those people, and even the dean came out in person.

He was taken into a small three-story building and went up to the third floor. There were only a few doctors and nurses in the whole building. The doors of the wards were all open, and no patients were seen.

Until he reached a room with a closed door, Song Weiji stopped the medical staff from following him: "You don't need to go in for the time being."

The dean replied: "Okay, we are waiting outside, if you need anything, call me."

Song Weiji nodded, glanced at Su Yuan, and opened the door.

This room is not so much a ward as a hotel suite, only with some more medical equipment than a hotel.

Su Yuan walked in vainly.

He felt a mass of white light in front of him, making it almost impossible for him to see everything in front of him, and it was like tinnitus in his ears, and he couldn't hear any sound except humming.

Someone seemed to hold his arm, and he was led to the innermost bed.

Nothing could be seen in the white vision, Su Yuan shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, his empty eyes gradually focused, and he finally saw the person on the hospital bed.

Skinny.

Only these four words can describe the miserable appearance of that man.

He staggered back a step, Xiao Yichen quickly grabbed him.

Song Weiji put the chair behind him and helped him to sit on the chair.

Su Yuan just looked at himself on the hospital bed blankly, and after an unknown amount of time, when he realized that his vision was hazy and he couldn't see clearly, he realized that tears were streaming down his face.

Song Weiji squatted in front of the hospital bed, holding the right hand of the weak man on the bed. A red rope was tied to that wrist that was so thin that it was only a bone, and six golden transfer beads were braided on the rope.

Su Yuan glanced at the six identical beads on his wrist.

"This bead..."

Song Weiji followed his gaze to look at the red string on Su Yuan's body: "I asked Master for it, and I really can't help it, but what's the use of wearing it..." He smiled wryly, "Look, you In front of myself, but still can't go back."

Heart beating wildly, Su Yuan touched the fortune bead on his hand, and suddenly remembered what Song Weiji said: "You said, that master once told you that there will be people around you who need this bead. "

Song Weiji looked back at him.

"If..." Su Yuan swallowed his saliva, he stood up slowly, walked to the side of the bed, and stretched out the hand wearing the fortune bead to the hand held by Song Weiji, "If that eminent monk is really so effective ..."

Trembling fingers jerked forward and grabbed his hand.

When several beads touched together, Su Yuan felt a pain from the depths of his soul sweeping through his body, and finally gathered in his brain. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes.

Hearing two exclamations in his ears, Su Yuan's consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.