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Yan Huan thought about it many times, if Liang Zhi found Chen Xi back, what would he say to Chen Xi.

He wanted to tell Chen Xi that he was just very angry with Chen Xi for leaving.

Everyone thought that Chen Qi left because he was disheartened, but only Yan Huan found out that Chen Qi really wanted to leave.

He had already discovered something was wrong with Chen Qi in the later period, his little painter began to be lost in thought from time to time, and sometimes even looked at him no longer with the same gentle and loving eyes as before.

Even, sometimes Chen Xi would start to feel anxious for no reason.

He didn't know why Chen Xi started to feel wrong.Sometimes, when he returned to Yan's house, he would see Chen Qi sitting on a chair in a daze, and when he heard the movement, he looked up to see him with a very calm expression.

At that time, Chen Qi, even when he saw him, still had a deep tiredness on his face, and his expression was extremely calm.

Yan Huan felt an inexplicable panic at that time, Chen Xi's appearance seemed to be exhausted from the world, like a transparent light like a gust of wind, it was gently dispersed.

So Yan Huan, with inexplicable panic, became more rude and tough on the Internet, like a violent lion whose territory had been violated, repeatedly asking Chen Xiai on the Internet whether he loved him, forcing Chen Qi, who was trembling with tears, to fall asleep .

Everyone knew that during that time he returned to Yan's house earlier and earlier, and the luxury goods he personally picked were delivered to Yan's house one by one, and more and more people around him began to know Chen Qi.

But it didn't work, not at all.

Chen Qi became more and more silent, this kind of silence was so shocking.

It was even more terrifying than when he woke up and knew that he would never be able to hold a paintbrush again.

Yan Huan became more and more anxious without knowing it, and there was even a little bit of undetectable fear mixed with the anxiety.

After Chen Qi fell asleep, he went to the balcony to smoke silently.He began to think about the past, in the past, in order to save Zhou Lu, Chen Qi was dying in a pool of blood, and his hands were disabled.

The young man who often stays in the studio and loves to paint quietly all day long will never be able to pick up a paintbrush again in his life.

So Yanhuan began to rent an active and large floor in the best and most prosperous area in the city, and invited the best decoration team to start decorating the floor.

He intends to use that floor as Chen Qi's art exhibition. It doesn't matter if no one goes there. He is rich and powerful. The painter's paintings hung all over the corridor.

But unfortunately, Yan Huan couldn't say a word or a word to Chen Qi.

His little painter.

His Chen Qi.

On a snowy morning, quietly in a dilapidated hospital in a remote town, I closed my eyes forever.

When he found him, there was only a handful of ashes left.

Even before his death, everyone thought Yan Huan was deeply in love with Zhou Lu.

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Yan house.

The snow stopped in the evening, and the dim sunset sun shone on the glass, sinking heavily into the desk.

The man sat quietly on the desk, his eyes were calm, there were a few dry brushes scattered on the desk, he looked at those brushes with soft eyes, he raised his head, and gently said to Liang Zhi in front of him: "You lie."

Liang Zhi's eyes were covered with bruises and a thick beard. He looked at the second master of the Yan family who hadn't eaten or slept for two whole days in front of the desk, and begged hoarsely, "Second master, please eat some food."

Yan Huan's face was terribly pale, his suit was full of wrinkles, his eyes were red but calm, and he murmured hoarsely to himself: "You are all lying."

"How could Chen Qi die?"

Yan Huan raised her head suddenly, her eyes were cold and her expression was frightening.

"If you lie again, I will destroy you one by one."

Liang Zhi looked sadly at the man in front of him with a terrifying expression, his lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't speak.

Yan Huan's eyes were dead silent, she sat quietly on the chair, motionless.

After a while, he coughed violently, his cough was heart-piercing, Yan Huan indifferently wiped away the blood overflowing from his lips, there was a tearing pain in his chest cavity, and a strong smell of blood filled his throat.

In fact, he already knew that his little painter had really left.

Otherwise, the little painter loved him so much, how could he have left him for so long?

Thinking of this, Yan Huan's eyes softened, she laughed, and murmured softly, "You little liar."

After deceiving him for so long, Yan Huan thought that his little painter really didn't love him anymore.

Yan Huan smiled, but felt more and more sad. He tightly gripped the edge of the desk, and big drops of tears rolled down, drenching his face.

How could such a deep and strong possessive desire be for a plaything?

When Chen Qi proposed to leave, Yan Huan even thought darkly, why not break Chen Qi's legs.

Such frightening and crazy possessiveness and paranoia are feelings that Zhou Lu never had for Bai Yueguang.

But in the end Yan Huan chose to compromise.

Just because Chen Qi only said one sentence when he said to leave, he said, "Yan Huan, I don't owe you and Zhou Lu anything."

With just one sentence, he almost ran away in a panic.

Yan Huan became confused. He found that he hadn't understood his feelings for a long time. Zhou Lu was Bai Yueguang, whom he had liked since he was young, and he had been protecting him for more than ten years.

But what about Chen Qi, what is Chen Qi?

Yan Huan felt that she was really disgusting.

Trampling on Chen Qi's sincerity for so long.

So he deserved it, so he deserved it in this life. After waking up and knowing that he fell in love with his little painter.

Only a handful of ashes could be seen.

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two months later.

Tianshan Cemetery.

The sky was gloomy, with light rain falling, and the cemetery was extremely silent, except for a person standing in front of a new tombstone.

It was an extremely thin man, tall and straight but thin, with sunken cheeks and blue-white lips. He was wearing a black suit with a white flower pinned to his neckline. He stood motionless in front of the tombstone, looking at the tombstone silently and tenderly. .

The photo pasted on the tombstone is of a boy with soft eyes. The boy pursed his lips slightly, only raised his head and looked forward with a slight smile, looking quiet and introverted.

The fine rain was drifting, slightly wetting the man's hair, and the black hair was mixed with sparse white hair.

Yan Huan reached out and gently wiped the raindrops on the photo.

Behind him came a man holding a black umbrella. That man was also wearing a black suit, with a handsome face and complex expressions. The man holding the black umbrella walked behind Yan Huan, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "Ah Huan."

"Don't be too sad."

The person holding the umbrella also looked at the photo on the tombstone. His name was Zhao Shi, the youngest son of the Zhao family, Yan Huan's younger brother, and grew up with Yan Huan.

Zhao Shi looked at the quiet and introverted Chen Qi in the photo, with a complicated look on his face. He always thought that Chen Qi was a clean kid, and at first he teased Yan Huan, saying that if you don't want this kid, give it to me.

After all, Chen Qi is really good-looking, and there is a radiant and pure sense of cleanliness on his body, as clear and bright as a cloud in spring.

He has a good impression of Chen Xi, and he can see how much Chen Xi likes his old friend. His eyes are full of sparkling love, clean and pure, and his stubborn love is like a bright flame, shining brightly. The soul is bright.

It's a pity that his old friend's eyes are as if they were covered with shit, only the young Bai Yueguang Zhou Lu is in his eyes, and he is indifferent to the little painter beside him.

Zhao Shi knelt down on one knee, and he gently placed a bouquet of flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, and said softly in his heart: "Let's go."

He stood up, looked at the reason why he was so skinny that he was almost out of shape, he was silent for a while, and hesitantly comforted him: "Ah Huan, it's all over."

He wanted to say that you want to open up, but seeing Yan Huan's state, he really couldn't say that.Suddenly, he heard Yan Huan's extremely hoarse and deep voice: "Zhao Shi, he never came to look for me."

Zhao Shi was stunned, and looked at Yan Huan. On Yan Huan's thin cheeks, there was a kind of pure doubt, as if he was completely immersed in his own world, and he murmured to himself: "I know, he is angry. .”

Yan Huan said in a low voice, "He should hate me, I treat him like this."

"The doctor said he was having a hard time in the later stages."

"He said that at that time, Chen Qi lost a lot of hair, and he would have a lot of nosebleeds at night, and his joints were very painful. The doctor couldn't bear it, and prescribed a lot of painkillers for him."

The man raised his eyes slightly, looked at the soft-eyed boy in the black and white photo, his heart twitched in pain and slowly crushed down, almost suffocating, and said in a miserable voice, "But he doesn't want to eat."

"He said he was on painkillers and he couldn't remember the people he liked before."

Zhao Shi choked for breath, he could hardly bear to look at the expression on Yan Huan's face, his fingers holding the umbrella turned white, and he wanted to speak, but he was so hoarse that he didn't know what to say.

While talking, Yan Huan smiled, trembling and said in a low voice: "He's still so stupid."

He did so many bad things to Chen Qi.

He once left Chen Xi alone on the side of the road in the freezing weather, and just because Chen Xi accidentally mentioned Zhou Lu, he told him to get out of the car with a gloomy face and indifference.

Regardless of Chen Qi's sick body, he forcibly relieved his desire.

When Chen Qi and Zhou Lu were kidnapped at the same time, he chose Zhou Lu without hesitation, hugged Zhou Lu gently and carefully, and left Chen Qi to face the kidnappers alone without looking back.

Even when Chen Qi was rescued and sent to the emergency room covered in blood, unconscious and begging to see him, he refused because he wanted to stay by Zhou Lu's side.

Liang Zhi told him that at that time Chen Qi was covered in blood, unconscious and dying, lying on a stretcher covered in blood, weeping and trembling, begging them to let him see the second master.

But he didn't go, he just said coldly, don't bother me.

Thinking of this, Yan Huan coughed low and violently, her heart was almost torn apart in severe pain, and the pain crushed her heart little by little, almost suffocating.

The man's eyes were full of dead silence, his expression was tranced and tired, he said hoarsely: "Zhao Shi, I miss him very much."

After he knew that his little painter was not there, he began to be in a daze and couldn't sleep all night. He had to sleep next to Chen Qi's easel in Chen Qi's studio every night.

In the middle of the night dreaming that Chen Qi woke up, he would close his eyes and call Chen Qi's name hoarsely in the empty studio.

But what's the use?

Yan Huan suddenly laughed, he turned his head, his dead eyes were calm, and said softly to Zhao Shi hoarsely: "A Shi, if you come to see Chen Qi next time, talk to him more."

His expression softened, and he said softly in the drizzle: "I'm afraid he won't want to see me."

Zhao Shi was stunned, looking at his peaceful old friend in a daze, but couldn't say a word.

At that time, Zhao Shi didn't understand what Yan Huan said, until he left the cemetery in the evening, and not long after, he heard the gossip that the second master of the Yan family was in a car accident on the way back from the cemetery, the car exploded on the spot, and no bones remained .

Suddenly Zhao Shi's head buzzed, as if a heavy hammer had been slammed down, he got up suddenly, stumbled and pushed the door open, but stopped suddenly in the next second, froze in place, and a ridiculous and terrifying thought suddenly arose in his heart.

This is not a rumor, Yan Huan is really dead.

He was helpless and helpless to slide the door down, and he would think of Yan Huan's indifferent expression at the end.

Yan Huan knew that there was something wrong with the car.

But he missed his little painter so much that he just sat in the car indifferently, half-closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

Zhao Shi was shocked, he thought absurdly, as for?

For a relationship, I lost my life.

But in a daze, he thought bitterly, probably the person who didn't look crazy on the outside, actually went crazy inside.

The grief of losing a lover day and night is enough to drive a strong man mad.