The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Wang Yeduan sat on the mahogany sofa, even the back that had been lazily lying on the cushion was not consciously sitting upright. He watched the man slowly unfold the small enamel fan in his hand and stood in the center of the living room, twisting his fingers into an orchid shape and following the night. The dim light hummed.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and it seems like this is all ruined. The beauty of the day is beautiful, and the house is the place to enjoy it." Shen Moyan's red lips are lightly opened, and his voice is melodious, like a mountain stream. Melancholy and obsessed with words, a pair of narrow and watery eyes looked at him with longing and pity.

Wang Ye only felt that it was difficult to breathe for a moment, as if his throat was strangled by someone's hands, every drop of blood in his body seemed to be screaming, and countless images flashed out of his brain uncontrollably.

On the ancient three-foot stage, there is an endless flow of audiences, the theater garden decorated with red and yellow lights, and the cheers of people can be heard everywhere. Silk embroidered shoes, graceful steps, swaying and drooping posture, and the silver tassels on both sides of the head are also dancing separately.

Who is that?Why do you see these?Who is that singer? !

Shen Moyan stepped out of the spinning body in broken steps, still muttering softly in his mouth: "It's a pity that I am a refugee who is wandering, and I only have this inch of heart to repay Pingting. The first two encounters are unforgettable. The words are short and the meaning is long and endless... ..."

Wang Ye stretched out his hand subconsciously, but in an instant, the scene in front of him changed to the old house, the old house that he had visited thousands of times in dreams and illusions.

"Master, do you think we will be like Li Xiangjun and Hou Fangyu?" The young man's face was so blurred that he couldn't distinguish his facial features, but he clearly knew that tears were flowing from those long and narrow eyes, and his blood-like lips were soft. Trembling: "In the end, the years will be late, and the two hates will part."

"No, idiot." It was that man who was exactly like me again!He was dressed in a long gown and a Pisces jade pendant around his waist. Although he still had a smile on his face, his eyes deliberately avoided the other party. He patted the young man's shoulder from behind and comforted him: "We will definitely be together. After a while, I will find you."

"Master..Really..." The young man seemed to be telling a lie until he was lying, but he still looked at the man expectantly: "Master...don't lie to me...Master...don't leave me ..."

"No, I will never leave you...never..." the man said softly with his arms around the boy.

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Wang Ye seemed to be able to feel the cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Shen Moyan took his palm and stood up, twirling a small enamel fan and half leaning against his chest, singing beautifully: "Life is like a dream!" It's like a dream, and the sweetheart flies from the sky. Open your tired eyes and carefully recognize it... I don't think that the dream will come true..."

"Mo Yan..." He murmured the other person's name subconsciously, but Shen Moyan smiled, pulled his hand and turned around in an arc, just leaning against his shoulder, slowly raised his jaw and looked at him with blurred eyes.

"Together with life and death, we live together in adversity and depend on each other... Suffering all kinds of torture, swallowing your voice and drinking your hatred..." Tears were clearly hidden in the man's eyes, which made people intoxicated by the stars in the night light: "Lang, lang...how can you be so cruel... .leave me first..."

"No..I didn't..." Wang Ye couldn't tell whether this was reality or an illusion. Every nerve in his brain screamed to make his thoughts churn, and Shen Moyan's eyes in his arms were like poison, eroding him instantly. All sane.

"I love you...I will never leave you..." He didn't know whether it was himself or the man in the illusion who said these words, but in this thought, he suddenly felt a great sense of fear, It seems that as long as Shen Moyan lets go, he will disappear and turn into ashes: "We will never be separated in this life, and in every life..."

"You're back?" Shen Moyan looked at him in disbelief. His body trembled for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to touch his face repeatedly as if confirming something. Even his voice was difficult to keep calm: "Is it you, right? You're back, right?" No? Tell me quickly, it's you, I'm the one waiting for you, right?"

"What is it? Who is it?" Wang Ye couldn't tell what he was talking about, and his body instinctively clamored to possess the other party, as if only in this way could the two become one and never separate.

"I..." Shen Moyan wanted to say something else, he had already hugged the other person horizontally, his brows were tightly knit together, Wang Ye seemed to be trying his best to distinguish whether he was in an illusion or reality, but he could look carefully Looking at the man's cheeks with tears running down in front of him.

"Don't cry..." He lowered his head and kissed away the man's tears, and his lips rubbed against the corners of Shen Moyan's lips. He didn't know what he was doing, and even his voice sounded like another person was whispering: "I won't go. ..I've been here..."

After finishing speaking, Shen Moyan stretched out his hands tremblingly, and still couldn't help hugging his neck. Although he tried hard to suppress it, he could not help crying until he heard the voice: "That's great...it's really great. ...don't go anymore....please don't leave me again...."

Wang Ye looked down at him, and couldn't tell what emotion he was in. He even felt that there was an extra personality acting in his mind, and he couldn't even control his hands, feet and expressions.

He didn't say much, but hugged the man in his hand even tighter, and strode towards the bedroom deep in the house, catering to the cold moonlight in winter, and fell into the bed with him.

"Don't leave me...please...don't leave again..." Shen Moyan kept calling for something, and it was hard to hear it clearly when it got into his ears, and he even had some I wonder if I have already lost my mind, or if the person whispered by the other party is not me at all.

When this idea came out, Wang Ye couldn't help but feel chills. Even in the entanglement of the two people, he subconsciously fantasized that maybe Shen Moyan was a monster, and he came to the world to seduce his body. After a while, he poached his heart and liver, and ate up his three souls and six souls.

Perhaps it was because they were really confused tonight. After their love affair, they should sleep deeply exhausted, but Wang Ye returned to the old house in a dream, and his body was sweating immediately, wanting to sleep. I don't know where to come and go when I run away.

This time, what he saw was the young man being beaten. A group of fierce servants dragged him to the backyard of the old house, and swung two long sticks with thick arms on the young man.

"Ah...don't..." The young man grimaced in pain, crying and begging: "Let me go... please let me go..."

Wang Ye was also a little anxious for a moment, and hurried over to stop them, only to find that his body passed through everyone with ease, and he was so panicked that he could only shout from the side: "Don't fucking hit me! Do you hear me! Bullying a child is nothing thing!"

But those people couldn't hear his voice at all. Just when he was in a state of anxiety, Meng suddenly woke up again, and the pillow under his body was soaked with sweat. He subconsciously looked to his side and saw Shen Moyan lying in his arms Here, it seems that he also had some nightmare, his brows were furrowed, and he was still muttering.

He smiled, and felt a little relieved at the moment. It's okay, it's just a dream, and it's a good thing that they will always be together.

Outside the window, the cold wind in winter swayed the branches, and in the bushes not far from the villa, there was some kind of light constantly flickering, and sometimes there was a "click, click" shutter sound.