I'm down after reuniting with my ex

After he asked in a murmur, a voice beside him answered him, "You are asking knowingly."

Jiang Fan turned his head, and Meng Yin sat cross-legged beside him. The other party was wearing a clean white t-shirt and washed jeans, and his hair was cut very handsomely. It was after he bought the seat of his first movie, and he took him out to take care of it. .

Jiang Fan still remembered what he told Meng Yin at the time that he would not have to work so hard to repair the car in the future. He was capable and they had money.

At that time, Meng Yin laughed happily, and almost picked him up and walked around in the street.

At that time, he didn't care about his identity as a director. They could hold hands, kiss, and hug freely on the street, and they didn't shy away from others knowing that they were a couple.

"You know I was pretending to be sick." Jiang Fan lowered his eyes, "We all know that Yan Sheng attacked Wen Yan that day. You wanted to help him, but I didn't want to help him. We even quarreled and I beat you A slap across the face, asking if you like Wenyan."

Meng Yin didn't answer him, but hummed an out-of-tune song to himself.

Jiang Fan said to himself, "I said, if you dare to help him, we will break up. You should leave the infirmary."

"It's good to be able to clean one person. Wen Yan is a good person." Meng Yin finally answered, "I don't like him, and I tried my best to help him because you...had hurt him."

He didn't say that I'm atoning for you.

Jiang Fan's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

"I also have selfish intentions. I don't dare to take you to see what price I have to pay for running away. Look at the end. Wen Yan had a car accident. Those photos are all in front of our eyes. Jiang Fan, can you have Wen Yan's picture?" A kind of courage? Even if it is death, I don’t want to live under Yan Sheng’s hands, we don’t have it, and I’m afraid of death.”

"..." Jiang Fan lowered his head and giggled, "You are afraid of death, but in the end you chose to die yourself."

Meng Yin looked at him sideways, "I have been happy, I have been painful, I have been lost, I have been desperate, and I have been happy."

Jiang Fan raised his head and met his eyes. In fact, they had a few years of happy and happy years like ordinary lovers. Although it was difficult to soak in firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, life was not only sweet.

They defeated daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, but they could not defeat... Desire.

"In the end, do you really hate me? Xiao Yin."

The smile on the corner of Meng Yin's mouth widened, "Jiang Fan, you know, I can't answer you anymore, I'm just your illusion."

"There are no ghosts and gods in this world. Whether I love or hate me, you will never know."

"You can recall that day again." Meng Yin looked at him sympathetically, "In our apartment, the lights were not turned on, the curtains were drawn tightly, and a pile of beer bottles were poured on the floor. The smell of alcohol. You knock on the bedroom door, no one is there, and then you see water flowing out of the bathroom door, turn on the light, you can see that it is red, you knock on the door like crazy, I am naked Naked in the bathtub, the blood on the ground has turned black, my wrists are cut, and the body is blue and white from the cold water..."

"If you ask me if I hate you, in fact, it's the same as asking if it hurts to cut my hand."

Jiang Fan burst into tears. He clapped his hands on his forehead and trembled all over, "Meng Yin, do you still love me?"

"I died for you, why are you asking these things, Jiang Fan, I'm just hallucinating, I'm not him." Meng Yin smiled for a while, and then fell silent. He looked at him sideways with complicated eyes.

"Look at me one last time."

Jiang Fan stopped crying, and he looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to disappear."

Jiang Fan's expression suddenly became helpless and frightened, "Don't..."

Meng Yin shook her head, "If I really want to say it, I think that from the moment he cut the knife, he doesn't want to love you anymore."

"Also, there is one thing I can tell you for him, that is, in the next life, you will never meet again."

"Meng Yin—"

"See you again, Jiang Fan." Meng Yin smiled and looked at Jiang Fan with tears streaming down his face, then waved his hand, his body gradually became transparent until he disappeared.

Meng Yin's last wish, at the moment when he closed his eyes in a daze, was actually... not to say goodbye to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan roared and rushed forward, but he didn't catch anything except his elbow hurt.

After Meng Yin passed away, for the first time in his life, he broke out into heart-piercing tears.

People in the crew said that the school was full of grievances and haunted, and their director was talking about it, crying until he fainted in the dormitory.

Their actors also seem to have lost their souls.

...

When Ji Changan woke up, Wen Yan was not by his side.He opened his eyes and looked at it for a while, this is a very strange place, it should be in a hotel.

He put on his slippers and left the bedroom, Wen Yan huddled on the sofa and typed on the computer, with a glass of water on the coffee table.

Hearing his footsteps, Wen Yan raised his head to look at him, and smiled, "Don't be ashamed, Ji Jiaohua, faint from crying."

It seemed that this crying finally made Ji Changan vent a lot, and he returned to normal.

"Jiaohua, it's normal to cry fiercely." He sat next to him and glanced at the computer screen, "Didn't you say you don't work?"

"It's handing over." Wen Yan closed the computer and put it aside, curled up on his lap naturally, "I don't want to hide something from you, I want to tell you."

"it is good."

"Promise me, don't cry again." Wen Yan raised his hand and squeezed Ji Changan's chin, "It's so hard to coax."

"Don't cry." Ji Changan replied, and then reached out to stroke his soft hair.

"Bone cancer, in the early stage." Wen Yan sighed, "Two car accidents, the injuries are too serious. In the early stage, the cure rate is very high, so you don't have to worry, but your movie still has a while, I can't come to accompany you You're dead, I'm going to the hospital for treatment."

Ji Changan's fingers were stiff, and he probably knew it when he checked his cell phone all night that night.

There was no reason for his sudden emotional breakdown.

He stared blankly at the void, and after a while, he just hugged Wen Yan tightly, "I thought you were going to hide it from me."

"What if I really lie to you?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, I don't want you to be sad."

"Really, I secretly fled to a distant place to die alone, are you willing?"

"If this is your choice." Ji Changan lowered his eyes and smiled, "But I will find you. If you die of bone cancer, I will take a hammer and put myself in front of your tombstone, starting from your feet. If you can't move your head, you can hit your head to death."

"The scene of such a tragic death for love is called a horror movie by you, you can do it, Ji Changan." Wen Yan turned over and lay on his side, "I will not die, I will live well, even if God and I have countless This joke, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope for life, I will not give up, because..."

"It's too difficult to be able to meet you again, to be with you."