you are my baby [rebirth]

"Yo," Lu Xiye leaned against the door, turned his head slightly to look inside: "Is it so lively?"

Some people came here uninvited, and they were eccentric, which should have added fuel to the fire.

But now, not only was no one in the entire box able to get angry, but every one of them became angry.

Several people moved their positions at the same time, and greeted uncomfortably: "Brother."

Only Sun Lihuan was quite natural. He stood up politely and called out, "Master Lu."

Who is in Room No. 1? I'm afraid no one knows it right now.

Sun Chenle thought of the nonsense that he had just let go and wanted to drive the other party away, and his back felt itchy like a pinprick, accompanied by fine and dense cold sweat quietly seeping out from the pores.

The circle they are in is very superior, but behind this superiority is a stricter and crueler hierarchy.

In this box, Qin Moxun was the biggest one. After all, the Qin family can be regarded as one of the few giants in the domestic clothing industry.

But if it is really in front of the Lu family, the Qin family will not be enough.

Not to mention that the Lu family controls the world's most powerful pharmaceutical company, but only the international high-end luxury brand WYUN under the name of Lu Xiye's mother, Wu Yun, is enough to make the Qin family far behind.

But Wu Yun has been obsessed with fashion design all his life, and has no intention of being distracted by other affairs, so he transferred WYUN to Lu Xiye's name as early as Lu Xiye's year.

Therefore, even if such a lion as Lu's Pharmaceutical is not counted, Lu Xiye's wealth alone is enough to crush the entire Qin family.

Not to mention, how can the assets and social value of Lu's Pharmaceuticals be compared with those small troubles in the fashion circle?

Therefore, it is not shameful for these people to be cowardly in front of Lu Xiye.

After all, looking at the whole circle, the only one who can rival Lu Xiye is Lin Qi, the head of the Lin family.

A kid like Qin Moxun who hasn't touched the edge of the family business, no matter how crazy he is usually, he has to bow his head obediently in front of absolute authority.

The air pressure in the box became low, but Lu Xiye just nodded towards Sun Lihuan as if he didn't notice it.

It was only at this moment that his eyes swept across Jiang Suifeng who had been standing there the whole time.

The man didn't look at him, just stood there with lowered eyes, relaxed and natural.

Like a tree, a grass, listening to insignificant people say insignificant words.

The man didn't look at him, so Lu Xiye fixed his eyes on him without fear.

Qin Moyan...

This name that accompanied him all his life in the previous life has not been so vivid for a long, long time.

In his previous life, his Qin Moyan died in the best years of his life. He was just 25 years old, and he slept forever in the icy seawater of N City.

That day was also the beginning of his fall into the depths of hell.

He looked at him in silence and didn't move for a long time.

It was something he had never seen in his previous life.

Younger, clean and pure, so good-looking that people can't take their eyes off.

It perfectly coincides with his youth, with jet-black hair, jade-like cheeks, and condensed temperament.

The room suddenly fell silent, and Jiang Suifeng tightened his fingers in the pocket of his jacket impatiently.

Although he didn't look at Lu Xiye, he could still feel that glowing gaze.

It seems to be a habit developed in his previous life. He has a particularly keen perception of Lu Xiye's every move, every frown and smile.

This kind of sharpness disturbed his mind and disgusted him.

He wanted to leave, but Lu Xiye blocked the door.

Compared to the current troubles, he didn't want to have any contact with Lu Xiye, no clothes, breathing or speaking.

"Brother," the eerie silence lasted for quite a while, making the air pressure in the room even lower, and making Qin Moxun even more guilty: "What a coincidence, you're here to play today?"

"Well, I had a few drinks next door with my friends, and I'm waiting to pick someone up," Lu Xiye responded, with a weak voice: "I happened to hear that you were celebrating your birthday here, so I stopped by to say hello."

He paused before saying, "Happy birthday."

For some reason, Qin Moxun felt that when he said happy birthday, his eyes shifted to Jiang Suifeng next to him.

But he didn't think much about it, after all, not everyone can have the face of being able to let Lu Xiye come over and say "Happy Birthday".

He felt that he had been favored by his elder brother, and he was so happy that he even relaxed his sitting posture: "Thank you brother."

But he wasn't happy for long.

Because Lu Xiye went on to talk: "If I knew that your birthday was going to the headlines of social media, I would really dare not come here."

"How can it be, brother." Qin Moxun scratched his hot short hair in embarrassment: "It's just a joke."

"Heh." Lu Xiye smiled, neither agreeing nor refuting.

"Master Lu," Sun Lihuan tried to change the subject under Qin Moxun's winking eyes: "Who did you just say you were going to pick up?"

Lu Xiye smiled again, but this time his smile clearly reached his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, looking very pretty: "No one, my child."

In his last life, he lived a long time, so in his eyes, this person is indeed a child.

"Ah?" Amidst the shocked and puzzled gazes, Lu Xiye went straight to Jiang Suifeng's side, and reached out to hold his wrist!

Crowd: ...

Jiang Suifeng: ...

The wrist in the palm was very thin and cold, but it was very powerful. As soon as it was grasped, it pulled out very hard.

Lu Xiye tightened his fingers very hard, but his tone was the opposite, too gentle: "Let's go."

At this moment, Jiang Suifeng finally raised his eyes unavoidably, his eyes were extremely cold, as if even the sun in the sky couldn't warm them up.

But such eyes and the shape of these eyes are the most familiar and kindest to Lu Xiye.

Those eyes are as thick as the best ink, dense and far away, the head of the eyes is very deep, the end of the eyes is slightly upturned, and they are wide open.

In his previous life, he had searched for him for ten years because of these eyes.

There was also a gap of more than 50 years between life and death with these eyes.

He pulled his wrist and walked out, the bony wrist bone was stuck in the palm, and it hurt faintly.

After leaving the No. 2 box, Jiang Suifeng saw Lin Fangzheng and several people rushing here through the crowd.

He instinctively wanted to go there, but Lu Xiye held his wrist and led him all the way down the stairs from the other side.

There are dancers performing on the stage, and the dance floor is also full of young and fresh bodies. The rhythm is pounding on the heart, and the lights are also changing rapidly, hitting Lu Xiye's side face flickering and dimming , like a very textured painting.

Among them, the jaw line is particularly well drawn, with graceful lines and strength, it is the most beautiful one among men.

He was pulled through the crowd and out the back door of the bar.

The cold wind in the early morning rushed over mercilessly, making him shiver for a while, and then he shook off Lu Xiye's hand forcefully.

There is a slight bone rubbing sound, as if it is about to be dislocated somewhere...

It is infinitely magnified in the quiet back alley of the bar.

Jiang Suifeng was startled.

In his impression, Lu Xiye didn't know himself at this time, and he just kindly helped him out.

In comparison, my current behavior is neither polite nor gentlemanly.

Indoor and outdoor are like two worlds, one is bustling and noisy, the other is cold and lonely.

Lu Xiye raised his wrist and rubbed it, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You are really strong."

Jiang Suifeng put his hand in his coat pocket, took a step back calmly, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

He added, "Thank you."

He was wearing a thick padded jacket, but he still felt very cold, the coldness was engraved into his bones, and he couldn't get rid of it.

But Lu Xiye only wore a thin coat and a scarf loosely wrapped around it.

"It's okay." Lu Xiye put his hand down, his smile was soft under the light, and he had never been lucky enough to have this kind of softness before: "Shall I take you home?"

"No need," Jiang Suifeng shook his head and lowered his eyes again. How could he forget?Lu Xiye liked such eyes. All the boys around him in his previous life had eyes exactly like his. His voice became cold again: "We don't know each other. You have helped me a lot, thank you."

He didn't know if Lu Xiye heard what he said, because his neck suddenly felt warm while speaking.

The scarf around Lucy's neck reached his neck.

Lu Xiye's temperature was on the scarf, just like his fingers, warm and dry, with a light and familiar smell of tobacco.

Jiang Suifeng was slightly stunned, Lu Xiye had already tied the scarf around his neck, and tucked the end of the scarf into his collar.

Seemingly satisfied, he took a step back with a smile and tilted his head to look at him.

Jiang Suifeng's breathing suddenly became rapid.

The feeling of suffocation that had been repeated thousands of times in the dream swept over again, overwhelming him with a surge.

He raised his hand, touched it with trembling thin white fingers, grabbed the corner of the scarf and pulled it down forcefully.

The air was cut off, he was lifted and pulled down by the huge waves, and pulled to the deepest part of the vortex.

The seaweed entangled his hands, feet, body and neck like a demon... and took all his breath away.

Maybe he can't live, he thought, he's only 25 years old...

When the cold air was poured into his lungs again, he was being hugged by Lucino, coughing violently.

His head was buried in the socket of Lucino's neck, and a big hand was patted on his back in keeping with the rhythm of his coughing, to smooth his breathing.

"Is it better? Is it better?"

……

He heard his voice ringing in his ears, eager and panicked, and the scarf that caused the trouble was trampled underfoot in a mess.

He took a step back, bent down and panted violently, and saw that the scarf was swept out of his vision by the wind through his teary eyes.

"It's okay," he said, taking a deep breath and slowly straightening up.

Lu Xiye was standing very close to him, with shock and pain in his eyes.

He didn't look at him again, turned around and chased after him for a few steps, picked up the scarf at the corner, and handed it back to him.

"It's dirty, I'm sorry," he said, "I'll pay you for the dry cleaning, is that okay?"

"Auntie can wash." Lu Xiye took it, his hands were so soft that he could hardly grasp the fluffy scarf: "What happened to you just now? Are you sick?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Suifeng said, "I'm going home, I have to go to school tomorrow."

"I'll see you off." Lu Xiye took a long leg and chased after him.

Jiang Suifeng frowned, he stopped, his eyes became cold and impatient, and he emphasized: "We don't know each other at all."

Lu Xiye's footsteps suddenly stopped in place.

He knew the man in front of him too well.

In his previous life, he said he would never see him again, if he said he was engaged to someone else, he would be engaged to someone else, and if he said he would die, he would die. He didn't even want to enter his dreams...

Every decision he made he was powerless.

He suddenly remembered the dream he had in his previous life before he passed away.

It was the only dream that wasn't his own rehash of the past.

He dreamed of the young Jiang Suifeng at the gate of a school.

He was wearing a white shirt, earphones and a schoolbag.

The schoolbag is no longer the tattered army green schoolbag he carried in the last life, but a very clean blue schoolbag.

His hair was black and soft, with a slight luster in the sun, and his figure was slender and tall, white and thin, just like now.

Many people looked sideways at him, looked at him shyly or evasively, but he didn't realize it.

The self in the dream was exactly the same as now, with hot eyes, and he suppressed his emotions and called his name: "Jiang Suifeng."

But he only paused for a moment, then walked away again.

She didn't look back, let alone look at him.

Lu Xiye also saw himself in the dream, so young, just like now, full of youthful spirit.

He quickly caught up with him, put his hand on his shoulder, and called again: "Jiang Suifeng."

The young man finally stopped, turned his head to look at him, and said nothing.

His attitude towards him was very bad, but he still smiled happily, his eyes sore from laughing.

"Jiang Suifeng," he said, "Two years ago, you helped me in City H, remember?"

Jiang Suifeng's brows were still cold, he shook his head, and patted his hand off his shoulder: "I don't remember."

Lu Xiye pursed his lips, his throat was dry and sore, he wanted to call his name like in a dream, so he instinctively said: "Qin..."

Halfway through uttering a word, he was suddenly stopped, and he clenched his lips in discomfort.

His love for him started with Jiang Suifeng, but after being paranoid for ten years, it finally fell on Qin Moyan.

Obviously they are the same person, but after his death, for so many years, he rarely thought of the name Jiang Suifeng in his mind.

All he thought about was Qin Moyan.

Qin Moyan, Qin Moyan, Qin Moyan...

"Jiang Suifeng," he said, "Two years ago, you helped me in City H, remember?"

"I don't remember." Jiang Suifeng looked at him sideways.

"It's spring," Lu Xiye said slowly, his voice becoming hoarse imperceptibly: "In an alley, you helped me."

"I'm sorry," Jiang Suifeng's tone was as cold and indifferent as always: "I don't remember."