There are always bad guys trying to kill me

"Don't shout." The sneak attacker whispered in his ear.

Mr. Landlord's hairs stand on end. After all, this is not a funny thing. Those who can escape from the palace without hindrance are either assassins or assassins reserve!

Seeing that he nodded obediently, the man let go of his hand covering his mouth and said, "I'm here to save you."

The landlady had a painful expression on his face, and he howled in a low voice, "You crushed my wound!"

When the man let go completely, he realized that this man was wearing the clothing of a minority at the moment, with wild short hair, and he looked more like an assassin from another country than he imagined, a gentle and martial confidant of the royal family.

"Who are you!" Even under the banner of saving people, but the enemy and friends are unknown, Mr. Landlord decided to act first, "Could it be that you are the party member of Brother Three Emperors that the National Teacher said! Don't think that I have lost my memory , you can get confused..."

"You're not him." The person came with a look of affirmation.

"Oh."

Mr. Landlord’s dignity as a time traveler disappeared under two consecutive blunt denials. It was agreed that as long as the magic weapon of “amnesia” was used, the people around him would automatically start broadcasting the grievances and entanglements of the original body?

As a result, until now, he was either forced to ask about the knowledge of the college entrance examination, or he was taken away for no reason.

The man glanced at the wound he was covering, and said, "His Sixth Highness was murdered by the national teacher. Naturally, I can't let you stay here to fulfill his wish!"

There was an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, which made the landlord feel terrified.but……

Sixth Highness?

"... Isn't it the emperor who died?"

The man seemed to be poked and hurt, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the landlord's throat as if he was so angry. The strength in his hand was not strong, but it was full of threats.

"Follow me, or die?" His eyes were shining with green light, and he seemed to be killed immediately when he was resisted.

Seeing this, Mr. Landlord felt that this was a state of immortality. He boldly shouted: "I'm just an ordinary person but I also want to live! Give me a reason to believe in you!"

There are demons in this imperial palace, and the big shots you see when you wake up are not easy to fool. Before you can start to show the extraordinary acting skills you learned in the tricks, your desire to become a superstar was suppressed in the cradle.

Seeing that he was as timid as a mouse and trembling with fear from his own actions, the man let go of his hand and said, "I am old friends with the Sixth Highness...that is, the owner of your body."

He finally responded to the landlord's call and began to replay the past, but the landlord's eyes were full of expectations, and after saying this sentence, he was immersed in thinking alone.

The only listener expressed that he was very anxious, and he still maintained his proper quality, ready to offer a handful of simple comfort with a heavy face after he finished telling the sad past between himself and the original body.

For example, "The deceased is gone, don't be too sad" and the like.

It's a pity that the man didn't give him such a chance, ended the long silence, and said: "If the national teacher killed him, you won't live long. You don't need to know anything else."

"Oh."

It is so concise and clear, which is different from the TV series that finish the whole episode with a summary. The landlord said that he would rather listen to the ups and downs of the bloody story than "you don't need to know anything else".

He really wanted to know how the emperor died!What kind of villain is the national teacher!What is the origin of the rescued ethnic minorities!Are you in a huge conspiracy!Is the whole world waiting for him to sacrifice the three representatives of the scientific outlook on development, defeat the big villain and save all mankind? His name will last forever!

After a few rounds of thinking, the landlord finally chose the smallest entry point to start the topic: "Then who are you...?"

The man was silent for a while, and when the landlord felt that he was going to say "you don't need to know" again, he said, "Murly."

...Although this name may be well-known throughout the country, the landlord said: I don’t recognize the capitalized ones.

Mu Li's eyes were deep, and his words were sharp: "You will die if you stay, otherwise, why do you think you appear in this body?"

Why?Because of crossing.The landlord said that he had seen the big scene, and said calmly: "My soul must have been summoned."

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Muli added sternly: "Summon? The national teacher is not a kind person. Once you lose your value, you don't need to say what will happen to you!"

For a moment, the great god of the exam (National Teacher) forced the emperor to ask questions, but the scene where the emperor couldn't answer and was killed by neng, causing him to take advantage of the situation, came to my mind.Not dying in the exam is a god, the landlord thought about it, although he had passed the most brutal college entrance examination in the world, but he was still an ordinary person after all, too far away from God's force, he would still be questioned to death by the national teacher sooner or later.

Escaping from the palace and freeing oneself is much better than being confined in the palace as a question answering machine.

But he still hesitated, thinking that the imperial palace is the place with the best conditions at the moment, he was still a little reluctant: "If I don't leave..."

Murray glanced at his eyes.legs, and said bluntly: "Either follow me, or I will take the corpse with me."

Without hesitating for too long, the landlord immediately said, "Let's go!"

"I don't know why the king of Nanmiao is here?" The national teacher didn't have much patience to deal with this king with a different surname from Gu Youyou.

The king of Nanmiao sat at the guest table and didn't look at him directly. He ordered the attendants around him to pour wine for him, immersed in a leisurely atmosphere.

"National Master naturally knows me." He drank a glass of strong wine and said, "I have known His Majesty for many years. When he became emperor, I missed it. Now that I have free time, I come to meet old friends."

"I don't know, but the custom of meeting friends in Nanmiao is to bring their own soldiers to station under our imperial city." The national teacher was not annoyed by his stupid appearance, "Why don't your highness bring soldiers to the post first? ?”

"The elite soldiers outside my palace walls have been used to sleeping in the wilderness for many years. They don't need any post houses. They will evacuate at dusk. Don't worry about it, my lord."

"Your Majesty. I'm sick. Your Highness might as well choose another day to visit."

"No." King Nanmiao blew on his braided beard, looking careless, "I made this chair very comfortable, so it doesn't matter if you wait any longer. I heard that Master Guo Shi is a first-class capable person. Then of course we need to ask for advice.”

The national teacher seemed very calm about this rascal's behavior, and said: "Please speak, Your Highness."

"There is a severe drought in the world, there must be grievances, isn't it?"

"There will be rain in the near future, how can it be regarded as a severe drought."

After hearing his answer, King Nanmiao immediately asked in amazement: "Why is the master of the state so sure that there will be rain?"

The national teacher stretched out his hand.Holding the teacup on the table, he didn't answer.At this time, Yufeng came from outside, whispering something in his ear.

After listening, he stood up and said, "Everyone, it's getting late, please follow me."

"Don't worry, is it possible that the Master of the National Teacher can know the rain of the sky and the earth..."

"Not in a hurry?" The national teacher interrupted his guess, his gaze pierced through his lies, "I think His Highness is in a hurry."

In the landlady's heart, the palace belongs to the first-level security, which is similar to x Nanhai, so he sneaked around with Murray.Three walls were touched, and there was not even an ambush.

He straightened up in disappointment, looked at Murli who was walking calmly beside him, and sighed: "The guards are so loose."

"kindness."

Taciturn, not a good companion.

I don’t know if the FLAG was set up, and then turned to the palace wall, the crowd is like the audience under the stands, and the costumes can clearly tell that there are two groups of people, and the leader is the national teacher and a painting style like Muli. bearded.

"Uh..." The landlord seemed at a loss, but the national teacher didn't even give him a straight look.

"The King of Nanmiao is very cunning." The national teacher's tone was flat, and he couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm.

Without Murli's call, the Nanmiao soldiers spontaneously stood by Murli's side, showing their weapons together as if they were fighting against the enemy.

Seeing this, Mr. Landlord felt a little more at ease. Sure enough, it was too sci-fi to save someone alone. The men and horses around Murry looked like martial arts masters, no wonder they were so calm and calm.

Murray clapped his hands and promised: "My lord, since your majesty is in good health and clear mind, I'm afraid it's up to you to decide whether to follow me, Nan Miao, or stay."

"Oh? How does His Majesty feel?"

The national teacher asked a question, and even after a distance, the landlord still felt that those eyes made people stand upright.

The national teacher who is suspected of murdering the former emperor and the friend who is suspected of being the former emperor, who to choose?This is the sub-question of Taoism!

"My lord, if the green hills don't change, the green waters will flow forever, so let's go!"

After finishing the speech, the national teacher neither spoke nor acted, but made the speaker feel a little embarrassed.

"Let's go!" He urged Murli in a low voice. Since he is some kind of king, his status is naturally not low, and the conditions will not be so bad. Safety and future accommodation are guaranteed, so there must be no problem with his choice.

But Mu Li ignored him, looked at the national teacher without saying a word, and the national teacher also stood in place, allowing the situation to be deadlocked.

... Do you think that when filming a TV series, you stare at each other affectionately, and the lightning flashes and thunders and the sky falls apart in your sight? !

Suddenly, something dripped down, patter, patter, and made a sound in the quiet air. The landlord found that the stagnant air seemed to be circulating again, and the menacing guards on the opposite side showed surprised expressions, as if seeing a It's like a wonder, using hands to catch the falling rainwater.

But the national teacher remained motionless.

It's raining.Mr. Landlord hated the heavy rain and didn't bring an umbrella, the rain was soaked.What to do with wet wounds, in such a place with poor medical conditions, if the wound becomes inflamed and infected, it is a dead end.

His hesitation and hesitation didn't last long, and Murray finally reacted, grabbing.Grab his hand, turn around and back away.

The rain was pattering on the ground, and there were many footsteps from the servants around him, but Mr. Landlord was able to clearly hear the command of the national teacher behind him in such a chaotic scene——

"Take them!"

The author has something to say:

Landlord: I choose Murray!

National Teacher: Then don’t leave any of them.

Spoiler: National Teacher 3

The promised martial arts are world-class, rescued people from the siege among thousands of troops, and we all joined hands to live a happy life of chic, unrestrained, unrestrained, unrestrained, unrestrained...

...it's all a lie.

Got caught, got caught.Mr. Landlord lay on the dragon bed, expressing that he had nothing to love in life. The only thing to be thankful for was that the national teacher cared that he was an emperor (sick) emperor (person), so he didn't throw him casually into some dark prison cell.

But when he opened his eyes and saw Murli, who was stronger than his strength, sitting on the sidelines and drinking tea leisurely, he suddenly felt unhappy.

If the elopement fails but gets caught, doesn't the other party know how to avoid it?

"Why are you locked up with me?" The landlord looked sideways at him.

"Only you are being imprisoned." Murray sat aside, without turning his head, "I'm visiting."

The only patient was lying on the bed, but he didn't feel the warmth and care that a visit should have. Sure enough, Murray got through some gap in the bedroom. At this time, he really didn't know how to ask someone to throw him out. It is better to call the national teacher to come.

Murli and the national teacher kept silent about the matter of the original body, and the landlord lost the interest in inquiring. He only hoped that he would behave better in the future and get the tolerance and understanding of the national teacher.

After all, in the entire imperial palace, the force value of the national teacher is relatively high.

"Aren't you getting up?" Muli stood up and looked down at the person on the bed. Although the wound was not a serious matter, he stayed on the bed and refused to move.

Mr. Landlord suspects that Murli has got too much rain in his head, so if he doesn't take the opportunity to act weaker, isn't he waiting to be hanged and beaten by the national teacher?

"The widow has a disease, in my heart." He refused to get up.

Murray looked at him with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.And Mr. Landlord doesn't like these people who express their profoundness with silence at all. Is there writing in their eyes? Staring at them can penetrate the mysteries of the universe, right?

"No wonder I think your soul..." Murray finally spoke, cut out the key words, and said directly, "You can call the rain."

The landlord didn't want to pay attention to the first half of the sentence, which was similar to the second half of the soul, and was directly shocked by the second sentence.

He recalled in his mind the appearance of the Dragon King with horns on his head and a tail behind him, pointed weakly at his temple, and said, "...I suspect you have a problem here."

There was a sporadic sound of rain outside, and the national teacher stood by the porch, watching the rain gradually diminish. This sudden rainstorm lasted for a whole day without any sign of stopping.

If it was flooded again... He suddenly felt that his worries were always too much.

Ever since the heavenly fire fell before His Majesty's ascension to the throne, and it was completely burned up, and after His Majesty's ascension to the throne followed by a series of man-made disasters, his worries about the dynasty have never diminished by half.

Trading His Majesty's life for the fate of the country was a decision made by the National Teacher after repeated calculations.

If you change, you will die, if you don't change, you will die.Fate is not an emperor, it is better to enter the cycle of reincarnation early to find his life.

The one who sacrificed his life should be the most wise man in the world, but he didn't expect that he was full of lies, made up nonsense, and had no imperial luck...

But this "nothing" became lighter under the reflection of a rain.

"Master, King Nanmiao overthrew the guards and broke into His Majesty's bedroom."

The national teacher sighed, this person also has a strange fate, but he can't be used by the country, what a pity.

When the national teacher came, His Majesty the Emperor was lying on the bed weakly, while Murli was by his side.

"...are you telling the truth?"

Mr. Landlord, who finally used his modern knowledge to intimidate the ancients, was not happy at all.

Murli has no admiration for the long-standing and well-established Central Plains culture. When he read "Water from the Yellow River comes up from the sky", he didn't even respect his own literary talent. Therefore, in order to restore the dignity of modern people, he can only rely on My own memory of science students, mixed with fabrications, tells a romantic story of brothers: the Wright brothers built airplanes.

"Really, as long as there is an airplane, anyone can go to the sky." The premise is that there is money.

Murray looked thoughtful and fell into silence.

When the landlord was complacent about his profound knowledge, a clear voice made him have a splitting headache.

"Since this is the case, Your Majesty might as well recover as soon as possible and come to build an airplane."

I don't know if it's too late to admit that I can only talk about it?Mr. Landlord repented, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and tried to escape from reality.

The national teacher did not continue to ask, but changed the person: "Why is Your Highness here?"

"A sick visit."

The national teacher squinted at the bed. Putting on the bulging quilt, he asked, "Have you finished exploring?"

Murray didn't answer, just walked out.

After sending Murli away, the national teacher's gentleness could not be maintained for long, so he lifted the quilt with one hand, and took out the emperor who was lying on the bed without hesitation.

"...I'm still a patient." The landlord felt that he could still save him.

But it didn't help.Patients also work with injuries.

The national teacher seemed to have discovered the true meaning of waste utilization, and only asked him to write down all the things he knew, and let a special person select the usable parts.

Immediately, the landlord felt that he still knew a lot, and he couldn't finish writing for three days and three nights.

"Goose goose goose goose goose goose." He read and wrote, no one knew the simplified characters, so he could only bring simultaneous interpretation and let the national teacher transcribe.

"What is the meaning of this poem?" The national teacher stopped copying the pen, picked up the short four rows of ugly handwriting on the landlord's paper, and asked.

"It means young and promising..." Mr. Landlord couldn't make up the meaning himself, so he could only say frankly, "It can be incorporated into primary school...children's textbooks, and more recitation topics."

The teacher's eyes were full of outspoken distrust, leaving the landlord speechless.

"National Teacher, my major is electronic information engineering, and my specialty is computer programming, dismantling boxes by hand. I have been 59, 59, 59 in politics, history and geography since I was a child."

The national teacher actually realized what the difference of 59 is, and didn't pursue it: "Let's not mention these three categories for the time being, and write down the outline of physical, chemical, and biological."

The landlord stared at the national teacher, and silently wrote the first sentence: "The earth is round."

Physics - the law of universal gravitation, people can't fly mainly because of the gravity of the earth, when the speed is fast enough, they can go to the sky.

Chemistry—the finished product of alchemy is highly poisonous, and it does not guarantee immortality. Eating it will only shorten your lifespan.

Biology—Masculinity is a normal phenomenon, and it is recommended to implement a male-to-male marriage system.

"Creature, rewrite."

"Why!" Although it is true that there are private goods, as an emperor, a person with power over the world, can't he seek a little benefit for himself!

"It will lead to a sharp drop in population, which is not conducive to farming and conscription. If the upper class takes the lead, it will lead to follow-up behavior and form groups. Groups. Incidents. Incidents."

National Teacher, you are a fast learner and your words make sense.So His Majesty the Emperor silently crossed out the latter one and changed it to——

Biology - do more exercise to keep fit.

The national teacher pointed his finger at ♂ and asked, "What does this mean?"

His Majesty the Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "Philosophy."

"Then let's write about philosophy as well."

The rest of the days seemed harmonious and beautiful. The National Teacher taught him ancient Chinese, and he handed in ten pages of knowledge points every day. Occasionally, Murray would get out of the cracks and just flick a few words about the history of modern scientific development, such as steam engines, High-speed rail or something.

Anyway, he is only responsible for telling the story, and will not explain the production principle at all.

"If you want to reach the realm you mentioned, how many years will it take?"

The landlord counted his fingers and shook his head like a magic stick: "It's not too long, it's exactly 2000 years."

"2000." Murray looked at the "mobile phone" written in black and white, and looked at him with burning eyes, "2000 can only wait until the distance is far away, so how can we place our thoughts in our hearts for these 2000 years?"

"...This question is beyond the outline."

His Majesty the Emperor, who was asked by the national teacher to learn basic etiquette, knelt behind the table and listened to the national teacher's explanation.This inhumane method of respecting the teacher has already made his feet numb and lost consciousness, and he really couldn't understand a word of the awkward ancient prose that the national teacher was saying.

"The king regards law and order as the foundation, so you can save...your majesty that day?" The threatening voice came following the sharp line of sight of the national teacher, making his back shiver.

His Majesty the Emperor sincerely sought sympathy and said, "My feet are numb."

"Without feet, there will be no numbness."

"...Oh, suddenly it's gone."

The unpleasant episode was revealed in the sound of the national teacher's reading. Although both parties thought that the way of studying was a waste of time, but who said that the new emperor was illiterate, so the national teacher could only do it himself. Start teaching from the simplest rote memorization.

Yufeng called out from the door: "Master, King Nanmiao is asking to see His Majesty."

Murray seldom asks for a meeting when the national teacher is present. To be correct, he always rushes in with the national teacher behind his back, ignoring the guards in the palace. If there are too many times, the national teacher will let him go .

This time, he asked to see him suddenly during the lecture, and he conveyed it through Yufeng. The landlord felt that it was a little unusual.

In the end, he came to say goodbye.

"You want to go home?" The landlord suddenly felt a little melancholy. The national teacher is not as easy to fool as Murli. After hearing the same story of modern technological development, the national teacher is not as excited as Murli. "Then His Majesty will create it."Without the only audience, there is a feeling of sage loneliness.

"Naturally." Murray said, without showing any sadness about parting. "I came here this time to find friends."

The landlord thought: It's a pity that the old friend didn't see it, and he was always fooled by himself.

"Then what are your plans?" Under the knowledge of the national teacher, Mr. Landlord also has a preliminary understanding of the land with a different surname Wang, which is out of control like a subsidiary country and will declare independence at any time.No matter what Murray decides, he doesn't want to meet again is so heartbreaking on the battlefield.

"If I have the chance, I will travel all over the world, and those who are destined will meet each other eventually."

The landlady didn't know what to say. The man's eyes were piercing and shining with a green light, like a wolf in the wilderness, rebellious and free and easy.

That confident look made him feel embarrassed to remind him that he came from the distant 21st century, even if he traveled all over the world, he still couldn't find the trace of that old friend.

But the landlord is slightly envious. After all, he didn't have the idea of ​​going out to see it in his previous life, and in this life he can only spend the rest of his life trapped in the palace.

It seemed that something should be said to say goodbye.He was thinking, but saw Muli suddenly kneel down.

"you……"

He was shocked on the spot, watching Murray raise his right hand and draw a mark, speaking in an incomprehensible dialect, the heavy feeling in the air seemed to be saying goodbye to another person.

After finishing all this, Murray stood up and smiled with relief: "See you again."

The landlord looked at the empty place in front of him for a long time, still immersed in the melancholy of seeing off just now.Even though they had known each other not long ago, he felt a sense of loss as he sent away his old friend.

Yufeng came to pay respects and said: "Your Majesty, Master ordered me to invite you."

"Oh."

He thought, maybe he had been walking alone for too long, and he was confused by the lively illusion before.

The author has something to say: Mr. Landlord is just a character who appears in a [-]-character episode. I think his CP will only appear when his CP is at least [-] characters.

So, he doesn't have CP [crying

If the CP is Muli, and Muli is alive after 2000 and he dies, it's a BE!

If CP is the national teacher, the national teacher must die early after working hard, this is still a BE!

So, he doesn't have CP [crying

But to think about it, Murray kept the elder brother because the soul of the elder brother looked like the landlord, as if he was born lucky and could summon the dragon and call the wind and rain in the next moment.

However, what does this have to do with Mr. Landlord himself hahaha.

So, he doesn't have CP [laughing and crying]

Spoiler: Duan Linshu

Duan Linshu has always lacked due interest in stage plays, because it is inevitable for him to measure from a professional point of view how this type of performance with both physical strength and strength should avoid losing control on the spot. All the actors who glanced past are in his As expected, even the development path can be planned out roughly, so that he can't simply appreciate the whole story like an ordinary audience.

""Aisha's Sigh"...I wanted to ask you out a long time ago, but unfortunately you always seem to be busier than me." Richard supported his head helplessly, "Fortunately, you will be free in the future, so we can have More time together."

Huang Shang announced his retirement. As a manager, Duan Linshu didn't intend to keep himself busy. Instead, he retreated behind the scenes and did some management work for the company. Compared with the busy state before, he was indeed very free.

The lights were bright, and the audience entered the arena one after another, but the area around Duan Linshu and Richard seemed empty, and no one was seated.The location is not the best seat, but it is the closest to the stage.

Richard said comfortably: "By the way, I will send congratulatory flowers to the actor in our name."

Sure enough, Duan Linshu thought, this is Richard's usual way of doing things, one arrow...two birds?

"Thank you." He responded lightly, not caring about Richard's occasional unexpected tricks.

"Aisha's Sigh", a famous tragedy, tells the story of the Countess Aisha who, as a slave to lust, falls into the hands of three men, and finally kills one of them, but when she falls into the arms of the other two, she finds that it is their design to capture her The conspiracy of property, the one who died was the one who truly loved her.

After a few successful performances abroad, the first stop of the tour was in China, which aroused great repercussions, not only because of the commotion brought about by the Puth Troupe's reputation, but also because of the actor who played the villain Mars It was Fu Jinghong who was once popular in China.

Richard chatted: "Puth Troupe's entry into the domestic market has been foreshadowed for a long time, but Fu Jinghong was chosen as the male lead, which really surprised me."

"Among many international stars, Fu Jinghong's singing, dancing, and expressive abilities meet the basic requirements of the Pusi Troupe." Duan Linshu was not surprised, but analyzed objectively, "Although Fu Jinghong's last farewell The method is very extreme, but his star effect in China has never diminished. When Pusi Theater Company announced its entry into the domestic market, his loyal fans became the best media people one after another, and they regarded "Aisha's Sigh" as a meeting It will be publicized the same way, and there is no need to worry about the first battle being cold."

"It seems that you are very concerned about this matter."

"Professional habits." Looking at the empty stage in front of him, Duan Linshu said, "I have done some analysis on the impact of Pusi Theater's trends on the domestic form, as well as the fine-tuning of related publicity strategies, and I hope it can be used in the company's development of foreign markets. Planning."

"No, I mean, Fu Jinghong." Richard looked at him, pointing out the key point endlessly.

Duan Linshu let out a breath from his chest, and said, "Before you invited me, I had no plan to watch "Aisha's Sigh" at all."

"Because I don't watch tragedies."

Under the reflection of modern light and shadow technology, the whole stage looks particularly bright. Elsa and Rhodes' grievances and entanglements, Mars and his younger brother's cruelty, fantasy and eroticism brought out by the relationship between the four corners, and the chaotic relationship brings the stage to life. The unique expressiveness of the play makes this drama full of conspiracy and romance amazing.

In the dim light, Fu Jinghong ruthlessly stated his final plan, waiting for Aisha to throw herself into the net.

Duan Linshu felt that Fu Jinghong always had this fatal attraction, making all those who fell in love with him like Aisha willing to sacrifice.

Duan Linshu raised his hand and pinched his sore and swollen nose. Sure enough, he was still not suitable for watching tragedies.

After spending most of the time with Richard in the coffee shop and rejecting the other party's next invitation, Duan Linshu saw the man wearing sunglasses in the hotel.

He stretched his long legs lazily, leaning on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, without the slightest awareness that he is a star.

Many people were blocked by sunglasses when they looked at him. That appearance was quite different from the modest demeanor on the screen and in interviews, and it was enough to confuse most people's judgment.

But Duan Linshu was so familiar with this foolish look that he couldn't ignore it.

Maybe he should pretend that he didn't notice this person with a strong sense of presence, but the other person quickly raised his head, as if enlightened, retracted his legs in an instant, put down his phone, sat upright, and put on an attitude that he was ready to be interviewed at any time Stance.

Avoiding is not Duan Linshu's style, so he walked over.

"I saw the flowers." Fu Jinghong stood up, looking mature and steady, "Thank you for coming to my first performance back in China. With your...companion."

"Congratulations on your successful performance." Duan Linshu responded politely, with no intention of reminiscing about the past.

Obviously, Fu Jinghong didn't think so.He said, "Let's talk? As long-lost old friends?"

Really long time no see.

After Duan Linshu unilaterally refused to reply to any information about him, Fu Jinghong seemed to have disappeared. As long as he didn't deliberately search, except for the spontaneous propaganda of his fanatical fans, it was difficult to get news about this actor who developed abroad in China.

Almost like two separate worlds.

Duan Linshu, who thought he had given up, suddenly realized at this moment that he was just waiting for an opportunity.

For example, taking advantage of the opportunity of "Aisha's Sigh" returning to the domestic market in another form, I declared to myself: he is back, and he has not lost to public opinion and time.

Duan Linshu laughed mockingly from the bottom of his heart, he didn't expect that he really cared about his position in the other party's heart, and regarded himself as if he was very important.

"Congratulations on your smooth return."

"Thank you." Fu Jinghong politely responded to his words, fiddling with the hand holding the sunglasses nervously.

Duan Linshu didn't care about his emotions, and just brought him back to the guest room as a friend's courtesy.

Duan Linshu lived in the hotel, and it looked like he was on a business trip, while Fu Jinghong obtained the address by indirect means relying on his previous relationship with FHK.

To be honest, he has selfish intentions for starring in "Aisha's Sigh".When the Pusi troupe was casting privately, they planned to use Asians as a selling point to open up the domestic market, and he had been waiting for today.

During the first performance, Fu Jinghong hoped to see Duan Linshu's card in the flowers for celebration. He didn't let go of his attachment until the second and third performances failed.

In the domestic premiere, although he received a bouquet, he was not happy.

The name under the formulaic blessing was Richard & Duan, which was a naked provocation. If it was him a year ago, he would absolutely want to rush out, grab Duan Linshu and ask him to understand.

Eventually he held back, chose to focus on acting, and...

He didn't really think about what to do next.

Seeing that there were only traces of Duan Linshu living alone in the suite, his heart was slightly relieved.

"You have..." Fu Jinghong opened his mouth, but found it difficult to express his problem.Partner, lover, gun.friend?Finally, after turning around in my heart a few times, what I said was: "Are you married?"

"This is my privacy."

As usual, Fu Jinghong answered in a rigid manner. Fu Jinghong felt that his question was stupid. Since Duan Linshu liked the same sex, he would definitely not get married.

"You are not married." Fu Jinghong asked himself and answered with certainty, "Lin Shu, you have never had a companion by your side, don't you feel that there is something missing in your life?"

"I'm fine on my own."

What he said is indeed the truth, Duan Linshu can solve everything perfectly, without relying on other people's influence, and does not pursue more interests, living a life of abstinence like a monk.

"No, I mean..." Fu Jinghong didn't know what he was fiddling with. Now that he had decided to break the boat, he was afraid of being rejected again, "Have you never had... sexual desire?"

Duan Linshu discovered that Fu Jinghong, who used to show off his private life with his girlfriend naked in front of him without any scruples, would blush because of a single word.

Duan Linshu originally thought that this person came to miss the past, but suddenly he became a little uncertain in his inexplicable words, so he said, "Have you never thought that I might find someone to solve my physical needs?"

"Impossible." After finishing speaking, Fu Jinghong was a little dumb again, and the original entanglement and shyness retreated completely, "...well, I mean, I don't know. But don't you think about it now? Compared with just finding someone to solve it , Isn't it safer to have a regular partner?

Duan Linshu was indifferent to his incoherent explanation, and calmly replied: "Are you recommending yourself?"

With such a tactful expression, Fu Jinghong finally got out of the endless cycle of racking his brains to find something to say, and frankly admitted: "Yes."

Duan Linshu, who was about to reject him, looked at him pretending to be calm. If it wasn't for his acting skills, then he should have an expression of anxiety and anticipation...

Duan Linshu sighed: "You should have no shortage of companions."

"Lack!" Fu Jinghong once again expressed his remorse for the bad image he showed in the past, and said firmly, "I am healthy, full of strength, and meet the standard size. I am missing you!"

"Size?" Duan Linshu swept him three inches down, disapproving of his dirty words, "Let me see your sincerity first."

Fu Jinghong's sincerity was very straightforward, and he easily pushed him down with his hand.

Duan Linshu lay on the bed, watching Fu Jinghong suppress his excitement, and eagerly took off his clothes.

When the fourth button was undone, Duan Linshu suddenly flipped over and pushed the person on him down. He looked at Fu Jinghong with a look of astonishment, and said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you, I only do the top one. "

Fu Jinghong just pushed back tentatively, but he didn't expect Duan Linshu to follow his movements and sit up obediently, with calm eyes as if he had expected it long ago, mocking his sincerity.

This kind of controlling alienation is what Fu Jinghong hates the most.Formulaic, distanced, always saying "you see it as I expected".

Before Duan Linshu could speak, he ruthlessly