The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Wang Ye woke up, Shen Moyan was holding a book and buried his head in reading, as if he hadn't noticed him, but when the young master's throat was dry and he was about to struggle to get up, the man slowly raised his eyes and mouth Without a smile, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"What's wrong with me?" He only felt a pain in the back of his head, but he didn't quite remember how he fainted, and this room...

"Helping me move can make me fall asleep too tired. Are you too busy lately?" Shen Moyan smiled nonchalantly, glanced at him and gently caressed his sleepy face: "You don't want to either." Too tired, I will worry about your health."

"I fell asleep tired?" Wang Ye couldn't believe it, he clearly remembered...remember...remember what?He desperately wanted to think about what happened before he lost consciousness, but as long as he exerted a little effort, the back of his head couldn't stop feeling the pain.

"Hiss...my head hurts..." He put his head in his hands and felt dizzy for a while.

Shen Moyan stepped forward to check it with some worry, and he was still muttering: "Did you knock when you fell asleep while moving things? If it hurts, should you call An Jia? Let's go to the hospital?"

He was very anxious in his words, but when the other party couldn't see him, he quickly cut his skin with his nails, and a drop of bright red blood dripped down Wang Ye's black hair into the injured part of the back of his head, and it disappeared instantly. trace.

"What?" Wang Ye also felt something slipping off his skin, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, but the man blocked him first, sitting on the edge of the bed and half-embracing his shoulders, stretching out his hands to his temples and pressing continuously.

"Close your eyes and sleep for a while. I'll massage your head for you. When you wake up, the pain won't be there anymore." Shen Moyan's voice was hoarse and pleasant, as if he had traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers. There is a special seductive power in the tightly clenched ears.

"It seems...it's really sleepy..." Wang Ye felt dazed in his mind, as if some force kept pulling him into the darkness, he even thought of those past dreams, and kept spinning in the old old house But can't find the exit.

"Go to sleep...everything will be fine when you wake up." Shen Moyan pressed his fingers on his temples with neither light nor heavy fingers, and breathed his breath softly, making Wang Ye feel more and more sleepy.

"Mo Yan... Mo Yan..." He was still struggling to say something, but when the darkness struck, he was unable to stay awake, and even the pronunciation of the words gradually became blurred.

"I always dream of you... in the old house... there is a big box... what is lying in it... Mo Yan..."

Wang Ye fell into a deep sleep, even breathing evenly and snoring faintly, curled up on the bed like a newborn baby and fell into the gorgeous world in his dream.

Shen Moyan took a deep breath, bowed his head and said something silently, he couldn't hear clearly in the air, but he looked at his mouth like "I'm sorry".

He stood up and walked outside the room. While Wang Ye was in a coma, he had already moved all his luggage back to the old villa. There was a lot of dust in this place after not living in it for a while, but it doesn't matter, Shaoqing is now lying safely in the basement Inside, he felt much more at ease.

He must not let Wang Ye find out, and he does not want Wang Ye to find out.Now that Shaoqing has vanished, and Wang Ye only has this life left to live, let him be by his side and live this life happily.

Let that secret rot in his stomach, no one should know about it, no one should mention it again, he will live happily in a while, he will.

"What are you standing there for?" Suddenly a voice sounded from behind him, Shen Moyan subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw Heng Yan sitting at the mahogany table at some point, picking up a cup of green tea and slowly tasting it.

"Why did you come and go without a trace? This habit should be changed." Shen Moyan came back to his senses, opened his robe and sat down beside him and said, "Thank you for Wang Ye's memory."

"It's okay, you only want me when you encounter trouble." Heng Yan didn't know whether he was joking or serious: "However, who told you that you are somewhat similar to it, just treat it as what I owe you in my previous life. "

Shen Moyan turned his head and carefully looked at the old monk's half-smile expression at the moment. He thought it was interesting, so he said with a smile, "Who is 'it'? The one in your heart? By the way, is your heart still hurting?"

"Amitabha." Heng Yan was clearly unwilling to answer. He put his hands together and recited the Buddha's words for a while before slowly saying: "I am a monk, so I should forget about my future and the past. Now I only want to ask the Buddha for my daily stability." .”

"Heh." Shen Moyan raised his eyebrows and snorted lightly, and was not in a hurry to refute him. Instead, he grabbed the teapot in front of him and filled it up for himself. For so long, I always thought you were more awake than me, and you didn’t have as many obsessions as me, but now it seems that you are still the same after all, and you still don’t understand.”

"Amitabha." Heng Yan didn't refute or agree, but put his hands together and buried his head and stopped talking.

Shen Moyan has long been used to his appearance, and the monk will keep silent when he talks about the things in his heart, and he hasn't pried a word out of his mouth in the past few decades.

The man sighed lightly and teased: "You said he looks a lot like me, could it be that he is also a lunatic? Heng Yan, but you are wrong, I am sober now, not crazy at all, I know that I want to be with Wang Ye One piece, after a while my work and his Wang family settle down, I will marry him. Do you know? Marriage is something that we couldn't even imagine in our time. You are a monk, have you ever thought about getting married? Have you ever thought about being responsible to someone?"

"Amitabha." Heng Yan seemed to be unable to listen anymore. He suddenly stood up and turned his back to look out of the window. What are you going to do? If you are willing, you can become a monk with me to visit the Buddha, and that’s fine, but let the mundane world calm down for yourself.”

"I will die with him." When Shen Moyan said this, his face was not sad, but a little red like a young man who had just begun to love: "I will die with him. When you saw Shaoqing, I didn't die. This time I can always find a way to die with him, or I'll give him half of my blood and we'll live together, forever."

"You nonsense!" Heng Yan waved his sleeves and turned his head to look at him, his eyes clearly blamed: "If you change people's fate without authorization, you will be punished by God. One Shen Muyun is not enough for you, and another Wang Ye, you really are not good enough." Dare to accept you?"

"Mo Yan..." Shen Moyan was just about to speak when Wang Ye just woke up calling from the bed in the room. He didn't have time to entangle Heng Yan any more, he just signaled him to leave quickly, and the monk pinched him A tactic disappeared into the house out of thin air.

He happily walked into the bedroom, and was suddenly very happy to see Wang Ye's sleepy eyes. He hugged the man's head like a child and kept rubbing it in his shoulder socket, like a coquettish kitten.

"What's the matter? Fool." Wang Ye stroked his long hair lightly, with a gentle and affectionate tone.

"Ye, let's get married, shall we get married now?"