Little wolf dog, he always wants a divorce

After Shen Rongyan finished speaking, he calmly looked directly at Xie Jiacheng who was opposite him.

However, Xie Jiacheng didn't seem to hear him, he put the wine bottle on the table without looking at him, and said expressionlessly:

"Do you know why I like Shen Rongyan?"

Shen Rongyan was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why he suddenly said this.

But he really wanted to know, so he tacitly let him continue.

"That was when I was in America, I was only 17 years old..." Xie Jiacheng was actually a little drunk, even though he was still as indifferent and abstinent as usual regardless of his expression or state, Shen Rongyan knew that he was already drunk.

He wouldn't tell anyone about it if he wasn't drunk.

"In China, everyone thought I was a genius, with full marks in IQ and EQ. I used to think I was, but when I came to the United States, I suddenly found that I was not. I couldn't adapt to the life there. I often couldn't understand what the teacher was saying. , my classmates looked down on Asians, especially Chinese people, and no one even teamed up with me to write papers in groups..."

"Once, my homework was well written and I was praised by the professor by name. However, I didn't get any applause, only heard a lot of boos - a group of white boys even made trouble for me after class...I will always I remember, that afternoon, when the sun shone on their blond hair, it shone dazzlingly, and under the shadows, there were pairs of contemptuous and contemptuous green eyes..."

As he spoke, he laughed self-deprecatingly, not knowing whether he was laughing at his incompetence or the ignorance of those people.

Shen Rongyan looked at him and couldn't help but feel touched.

He has been to the United States and knows what racial discrimination is. Of course he has tasted it, but he has not lived in the United States for a long time. When he goes occasionally, Han Shenglai and his assistant accompany him. Of course, he will not have the profound feeling of Xie Jiacheng. feel.

"But I am a genius, I am the pride of the Xie family, my father, my grandfather, they all think that I will be better in the United States, and will make foreigners look at the Chinese people with admiration because of me..." Xie Jiacheng raised his head, laughing at himself The smile was a little sour, and his tone was calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "So I can't tell them, I can't act like a baby with them like a child, I just keep telling myself, I can do it, I can persevere... ...At that time, I lived a very depressed life..."

"That Christmas, we had a holiday, and everyone went to Christmas. Their Christmas was as grand as our Spring Festival, and they all went home...I didn't."

Shen Rongyan looked at him fixedly, there was no smile on his lips at this moment.

"I was out at night, it was cold, but I didn't want to be in the house by myself, and I was being pretentious, looking at the bright lights in the shop windows, shining on a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, like an aura In a blink of an eye, I suddenly remembered a poem, "I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, I miss my relatives every festival, and I know that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planted with dogwood", a poem that elementary school students can recite, but I suddenly remembered Once I understand the meaning of this poem..."

"At that moment, I was trembling all over, my heart was constricting, and I felt like I was sick. I stumbled to the stairs of a house, couldn't walk anymore, and sat down there, like a tramp—— I think he must have thought I was a homeless bum at the time."

Hearing this, Shen Rongyan felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his whole body was shaken—America, Christmas, the young man at the stairway, memories suddenly flooded towards him like a wave unstoppable.

"Student, are you Chinese?"

Shen Rongyan, who came back from shopping in the supermarket, looked at the young man in front of him. The man had an obvious Chinese face, not like ABC, nor Korean or Japanese. The unique temperament of the Chinese was very distinct.

It's just that the other party is wearing a thin jacket, looking dejected, shrouded in haze, with a pair of black eyes, full of vigilance, stubbornness and loneliness, like a little wolf who has left its territory and wandered away.

Today is Christmas again, Shen Rongyan inevitably thinks about his situation.

He guessed that the other party was a Chinese student studying abroad from a poor family. He was in a bad situation recently, and it was a festival again, so he must be very lonely alone.He thought, seeing that this child is not even 20 years old, and they are compatriots living in a foreign country, it seems unreasonable not to lend a helping hand.

So, without waiting for the other party to answer, he said, "Haven't you eaten yet? Do you want to have a meal together?"

The young man was still looking at him warily and indifferently.

So he said helplessly: "I'm Shen Rongyan, you don't know me, do you?"

As expected, the young man was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked him carefully, and the defense and indifference in his eyes were indeed much less.

"Sure enough, I know me, otherwise I would doubt my popularity." Shen Rongyan laughed, and reached out to hand him the plastic bag in one of his hands, "Come on, help me carry a bag up, I will treat you to dinner."

The young man looked at the plastic bag, then at him, and held out his hand hesitantly.

Shen Rongyan handed it to him: "We are all compatriots, and it is only right for you to help me."

The other party didn't make a sound, holding something in both hands, and slowly stood up.

Shen Rongyan led him upstairs, which was his short-term rental apartment in the United States, and he was the only one.

Then he started cooking, two pastas, and a green and fruit salad.

"The pasta he made is delicious. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the best pasta I have ever eaten..." Xie Jiacheng said, looking at the void not far away, as if the whole person had returned to In Cambridge that year, "he said a lot to me. At that time, I was too defensive and had a bad personality, so I hardly answered him, but he was very nice and didn't mind at all... He was very handsome. Handsome, those eyes seem to be able to talk, when I look at me, I feel ashamed to look at him..."

"He told me that there is a Chinese saying, 'Don't bully the young and poor', as long as I work hard, everything will be fine, because that's how he came here...I know, he must have regarded me as a An international student from a poor family, but I was so moved and warm in my heart. I must have been an idiot at that time, because I wanted to cry so much, so I hurriedly told him that I was going back. He stopped me in surprise and asked where I was going. .”

"Go home, I still have to write paper!"

Shen Rongyan looked at the young man in front of him who was obviously evasive, and didn't stop him, and asked with a smile: "What's your name? You must be studying at Harvard or Massachusetts, right? I'll be able to get along with you if I become famous in the future. "

"I didn't tell him that my name is Xie Jiacheng, I said, 'No, I'll come to you when I become famous'." Xie Jiacheng said, the dimly lit hotel chandelier shone on his handsome face, with a bit of warmth "I clearly remember that he froze for a moment, then smiled."

"I don't know if he remembers me, but I always remember him, I always remember that night, in that bright and warm American-style apartment, he stood under the lamp and smiled at me... I often think of him, for I can go to him in the future, I finished my studies a year ahead of schedule, and I can't wait to go back to China... I have been paying attention to him, I think, when I make a career, when Tiansheng Entertainment is stronger, I will go to see him... "

Xie Jiacheng's voice was already trembling, he looked at Shen Rongyan, his black eyes filled with water, but there was a hard-working smile on his lips: "But he didn't give me this chance, he didn't even give me the chance to meet... ...In the end, I could only bid farewell to him as a movie fan, facing his black and white photo, and silently said, Rong Yan, I'm sorry, I came to you before I became famous..."

He said, lowered his head, tears kept falling from the air.

The room suddenly fell silent, Shen Rongyan sat there, no matter it was Xie Jiacheng in front of him, or the decoration of the hotel, he felt strange.

He didn't even know how to answer Xie Jiacheng.

He had no idea that the unintentional actions of that year had left a young man in his heart, and he had long since forgotten about it, and he had also forgotten the face of that young man. When he met Xie Jiacheng for the first time as Fu Siran, He didn't recognize him either, and even Xie Jiacheng said that they met in the United States, but he didn't think of it.

At this moment, he felt guilty towards Xie Jiacheng.

He thought, if this is the case, and Xie Jiacheng has such a deep obsession with him, then with such a Su Yingying who looks like him, Xie Jiacheng will unconsciously love the house and the black, and it seems understandable.

Maybe in Xie Jiacheng's heart, Shen Rongyan is so beautiful, and Su Yingying looks so much like him, so it shouldn't be bad, right?Rather than saying that Xie Jiacheng is defending Su Yingying, it is better to say that he is unwilling to accept the collapse of Su Yingying's image in his heart.

Shen Rongyan was already dead, and he was unwilling to accept the second "death" of Shen Rongyan.

It's a pity, after tomorrow, in this world, Xie Jiacheng has no one to put his feelings and beliefs on.