Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Lin Feiyu stared blankly at the big bed, but it was as if roots had grown under his feet, and he couldn't move at all.

He has always been very courageous, ruthless, and highly mobile, but at this moment, he actually had the urge to turn around and run, as if the person lying on the white hospital bed was not a vegetative person who could not move, but someone This kind of extremely terrifying demon and ghost, as long as you look at it, it can drag you down into the bottomless abyss, and it can ruthlessly tear apart the best and purest things in your life.

That's right, as long as I turn around and leave, as long as I act as if I never came here, didn't see what my brother did, and didn't hear what my brother said, I can continue the beautiful day like a dream...

At this moment, Lin Feiyu seemed to have turned back into that dirty child curled up under the street lamp on a snowy night, holding the little black cat tightly in his arms, but at that time, his pity, his fear, and his fear were at least seven Most likely it was faked. He lived for almost 21 years and tasted real fear for the first time in his life.

It was a feeling of chills all over the body.

Lin Feiyu gritted his teeth tightly, resisting the urge to run away, almost step by step, slowly moved to the side of the hospital bed, and then summoned up all his courage, looked down at the bed.

The man closed his eyes quietly, as if he was asleep. His thick and soft hair was a beautiful chestnut color, his slender eyelashes drooped densely, his face was handsome and handsome, his nose bridge was high and straight, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned. There seems to be a faint smile.

And those eyes didn't even need to be opened, Lin Feiyu knew subconsciously that they must be a pair of very beautiful amber almond eyes, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and they were smiling affectionately, exactly like himself.

Lin Feiyu stared blankly at the person on the bed, his mind was buzzing. He had also heard others say that he was somewhat similar to Mr. Song, but he never imagined that the two were so similar. To this extent, I am like a reflection of the other party, or... a perfect fake.

He stood there blankly for a while, when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, his pupils shrank slightly.

Because of what elder brother Cai did just now, the silk nightgown of Mr. Song on the bed fell apart, and a dark green vine was faintly exposed on the side of his waist, which seemed to be the edge of some kind of tattoo.

Lin Feiyu stared at the familiar vine, his chest gradually became cold, and his whole body even trembled slightly involuntarily. What is that?

So... what will it be?

No, no, brother would not treat himself like this.

Lin Feiyu clenched his teeth tightly, a faint smell of blood almost appeared in his mouth, then he stretched out his hand stiffly, and gently turned the vegetative body over, the silky silk nightgown slipped to the side, and the demon flower The delicate and charming smiling rose was just revealed.

Bright petals, dark green twining vines, large black spots like smiling skulls near the stamens... This delicate smiling rose in front of me is exactly the same as the one on my back waist.

Lin Feiyu stared blankly at the rose. At this moment, his extremely flexible mind could hardly think, leaving only an empty daze.

Slowly, an extremely simple yet extremely cruel word appeared in his mind - that's how it is.

That's right.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Feiyu's befuddled brain gradually remembered something, by the way, what is in that old brother's house, that door that is always closed, that room that his brother doesn't let him in?

……

Lin Feiyu didn't know how he left Song Zhai, nor how he returned to Chunjiang Community. Dragging his heavy and numb legs, he slowly climbed up to the sixth floor and opened the familiar anti-theft door.

The house is exactly the same as when we left, old and clean fabric sofa, cheap glass coffee table, small kitchen, everything is so simple, so familiar, and so warm, he and his brother used to eat small hot pot on the coffee table, used to play on the sofa Playing around, heating milk in the kitchen, changing cat litter for Xiao Hei on the balcony...

So many, so many memories, he was almost out of breath.

Lin Feiyu stood blankly for a long time, then slowly raised his eyes and looked at the tightly locked bedroom door. He looked at the bedroom door expressionlessly for a few seconds, and suddenly kicked it hard. go up! !

"Bang!!" With a loud noise, he kicked the fragile wooden door open, sawdust flying everywhere, and a large cloud of dust filled the air.

Lin Feiyu didn't care about the dust, and walked directly into the bedroom. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the dirty curtains in the bedroom were only half drawn, and the bright summer afterglow came in, reflecting the fine dust flying all over the sky.

In the small bedroom in front of me, there are posters of the same person on all four walls and on the ceiling. That person is either smiling and silent, or drooping his eyes in thought, or laughing heartily. He is too handsome to look at.

Lin Feiyu rolled his eyes numbly, and slowly scanned the large faded posters, then slowly walked to the side of the small bed, and picked up a funny and childish cotton doll from the bed.

The cotton doll was obviously handmade, the stitches were very rough, but its appearance was very vivid. The amber eyes were round and big, and it was wearing a small suit, which looked very cute.

Lin Feiyu stared at the extremely naive cotton doll in his hand. Through this extremely ridiculous doll, he seemed to see a fresh heart, a fiery, pure, innocent heart, a heart that he had never had before. However, even the unimaginable brother’s sincerity—the brother who was young, the brother who was careless, actually made a cotton doll for others clumsily.

Lin Feiyu's thin lips trembled very lightly, he let go of the doll and let the doll fall back on the bed, turned around and opened the drawer.

There are only two things in the drawer, a newspaper clipping and a diary.

Lin Feiyu stared at those two things for a long time, but still didn't dare to pick up the diary, so he could only open the newspaper clipping.

The newspaper clippings are very thick and the workmanship is exquisite. A lot of painstaking effort has been spent on just looking at them. Some of the news on it are cut from magazines such as "People" and "Finance", and some are printed online news pictures. a big book.

"The Proud Son of Heaven: Interview with Song Ran, CEO of Song Group", "Song Group Acquires Feifan Real Estate, Song Ran intends to build Song's Real Estate Kingdom", "Song Ran's Road: The Rise of Song's Business Empire"...

Lin Feiyu slowly flipped through the news reports from many years ago, looking at the face exactly like his own, Song Ran was so young and promising back then, so handsome, so high-spirited, so...loved by his brother.

He turned it over, and suddenly his hands stopped.

It was a photo on the inside page of "People" magazine. Song Ran was smiling and talking to a female reporter, gesticulating with his left hand, and on his wrist was a very familiar black diamond watch.

On my birthday, my brother also gave me such an expensive black diamond watch. I usually don’t want to wear it at all. Only when I meet important occasions and I need to please my brother, I will dress up carefully and put it on carefully. A black diamond watch, looking at himself like this, my brother would even feel a little dazed, which made me feel sweet and elated at the same time.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Lin Feiyu pulled the corners of his lips extremely hard, as if laughing at his own innocence and ignorance and overreaching, and then his eyes slowly moved to the bottom of the photo, which was the interview between Song Ran and the reporter.

Reporter: "President Song, do you have anything to say to our readers?"

Song Ran (laughs): "Well, there's really nothing to say. I can only say that life is long and short. Everyone should do what they really like and have real value. Don't let yourself down." See With these words, Lin Feiyu couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling slightly dizzy. So, on his extremely happy and satisfying birthday, all he got was a kiss cheated by any means, a watch exactly like Song Ran's, A sentence that Song Ran said personally, and he has kept that sentence firmly in his mind for so many years.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, my birthday is as ridiculous as a cruel black humor movie.

Lin Feiyu flipped through it for a long time, and finally put down the thick newspaper clipping. Then he stared at the diary for a long time, then took a deep breath, and slowly turned to the first page.

"September 9, sunny. I went to the Song Group headquarters for a meeting with my fat brother today. It was the first time I participated in this kind of meeting. I accidentally misread the name plate on the table and sat in the seat of Mr. Song. ...The secretary pulled me up and scolded me loudly... Later Mr. Song came, he didn't laugh at me, he handed me a tissue, said it was just a trivial matter of sesame and mung beans, it was no big deal, and he also told me that there was a chair next door , you can move over and sit."

At this point, the diary has a blank line, and then there are a few shy words: "He is so good-looking."

"October 10th, Yin. I saw Mr. Song in the elevator today. He and Mr. Liu have been chatting about stocks and so on. I don't understand. He doesn't seem to pay attention to me, and he may have forgotten me. I I was a little disappointed, and then breathed a sigh of relief...God, what the hell am I dreaming about?"

"November 11th, rain. The quarterly meeting was held today, and Mr. Song also came to attend. I bravely went to pour tea for him. He said "thank you" to me and smiled at me. I was so happy. The air conditioner in the meeting room was a bit hot, President Da Song put his suit aside and forgot to take it away, so I secretly took it back."

"The smell of his suit is like cedar in winter, it is refreshing and clean, and he can sleep peacefully when he covers it, as if he has no troubles anymore."

Lin Feiyu turned page after page, only to feel an unspeakable colic in his chest. The straight and beautiful Chinese characters, like the fangs of poisonous snakes, tore apart his internal organs.

He never knew that his brother still had such a side, that his brother would love another man so shyly and clumsily, and even stole a piece of that man's suit back, and wanted to cover that man's suit, smelling the man's breath. Only by breathing, can I fall asleep peacefully, and I am a fool, I actually thought that the suit was bought by my brother as a gift for him.

At that time, my brother was completely stunned when he saw that he was wearing that suit. Thinking about it now, his expression was not surprise at all, but... very shocked, very reluctant, and even wanted to take the suit off his body.

Lin Feiyu gritted his teeth tightly, recalling everything at that time coldly, yes, what is he, a bitch's son, how can he wear the suit of Mr. Song?

He closed his eyes tightly, and continued to look down.

"January 1, overcast. I secretly followed him back to the community. He lives in Cuiwei Garden. There are many ginkgo trees in it, so beautiful."

There is only one sentence in today's diary, but combined with some previous events, what happened next couldn't be more clear. Song Ran found out that his brother was secretly following him. At first Song Ran was probably a little surprised, but then he felt that his brother was delicate and beautiful. , took the overwhelmed elder brother back, and asked the elder brother to serve him.

That's why the elder brother is so familiar with Song Ran's body calmly, while serving him carefully and tenderly, he said something like "Of course it was fine like this before"; that's why the elder brother is so familiar with the duplex apartment, not only knowing the gate code, but even Knowing how to turn on the bathroom faucet, because he used to serve Song Ran there and make Song Ran's gadgets.

As for that Song Ran, he obviously doesn't love his elder brother very much, because when he met his elder brother, his elder brother's food and clothing expenses were very ordinary, and he was not like the love of the CEO of the Song Group. Song Ran just saw his elder brother's handsome appearance Beautiful, and so foolishly obsessed with him, so he just used his elder brother to vent his desire, but his elder brother fell into it willingly.

My brother didn't want to do that kind of thing with me at first, until I showed the rose tattoo, my brother finally compromised, gave in, and let me do that kind of thing to him, but later I didn't want to wear a condom, my brother died He refused, but he was much smaller than himself, so he couldn't resist him at all, and finally got caught in it by himself. My brother couldn't help crying at that time, but I didn't know what was going on.

My brother is usually easy-going and doesn't like to cry, so at that time, I thought that my brother was always crying because his body was too sensitive. Now that I think about it, what was my brother thinking when he was crying?Miss that Song Ran who won't wake up?

Song Ran has been in a coma for so many years, is it true that his brother can't take it anymore, he can only look at his face, look at the rose tattoo, and try to imagine himself as Song Ran, so that he can force himself to hug him and love him?My brother didn't want to get it in there by himself, and cried several times in the middle, and then kept pushing and refusing to do it... Is it because my brother was conflicted and felt sorry for that damned Song Ran?

Lin Feiyu recalled those details uncontrollably. His chest was sometimes hot and sometimes cold. The boiling jealousy seemed to tear his brain fiercely like the devil's claws. He rubbed his temples vigorously, and flipped through the diary with a rough "crash".

There are several pages in the middle of the diary, all of which have no specific content, but are full of random names: "Song Ran, Song Ran, Song Ran, Song Ran, Song Ran, Song Ran, Song Ran, Song Ran, Song Ran..."

Song Ran, Song Ran...all Song Ran, only Song Ran.

Lin Feiyu couldn't bear to read it any longer. He held the diary tightly, his slender and strong fingers even turned a terrifying bluish-white color. The thick diary was almost distorted by him. After a long time, he suddenly let out an unbearable growl, and slammed the diary to the ground! !