The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

"What are you doing?" Yunji bit his cigarette, speaking a little casually.

Cong Lie loosened his hands from his waist, his eyes flickered, "Your medicine is still in my room."

"Oh, fine, then I'll go up and get it." Yunji loosened his shoulders, watching the changes in the elevator floor numbers.

Cong Lie cleared his throat, "There is no fire in the standard room, how do you decoct medicine?"

"There's a portable cassette stove selling that kind of stove nearby, I'll go out and buy one later." Yunji lazily fiddled with the flip of the lighter twice.

"Can't you just decoct medicine in my room?" Cong Lie looked down at him, his face darkened.

"Alright," Yunji didn't think much, "Then I'll buy a stove tomorrow, and I'll trouble you today."

Cong Lie didn't speak until the elevator stopped on the top floor.

When he got to the room, Yunji turned on the range hood above the gas stove, took the water and boiled the medicine.

He lit the cigarette on the fire of the decoction, and took a deep breath.

The smoke diffused into the chest cavity along the lung ducts, bringing a slight numbness.

Yunji leaned against the sink, raised his head and closed his eyes, waiting for the smoke to soothe his aching nerves.

His neck is white and slender, with his movements revealing a delicate Adam's apple and light blue veins, sharp and fragile.

"I'm going to make something to eat later, what do you want to eat?" Cong Lie looked at him from the other side of the room.

"I won't eat it, you can make your own." Yunji slightly opened his eyes, and flicked the cigarette ash into the sink beside him.

Cong Lie's voice approached from a distance, "You said gout today, so you can't eat seafood?"

"Gout?" Yunji reacted, it was the phrase he casually mentioned when he was talking to the female owner of the food stall.

He explained indifferently, "Oh, I don't have gout."

"Then why do you say that?" Cong Lie seemed a little unhappy for no reason.

"According to the scene at the time, what needs to be done." Yunji leaned on the refrigerator with his chest folded and his head tilted, taking a puff of cigarette lazily, "Didn't you also behave well? Give me some rice noodles or porridge or something. I Seeing that the audience liked it, I didn't realize that you have the talent of an actor before."

Cong Lie was already standing beside him, with his shadow covering him, he asked him suddenly after being silent for a long time: "Do you think I'm just pretending to be seen by the audience?"

"What else?" Yunji smoked so dry that he took a glass from the shelf and turned on the tap to drink directly.

Cong Lie took the cup from his hand, went to the water dispenser to get a cup of warm water and returned it to him without saying anything.

Yunji took the cup of warm water, took a sip and put it beside him.

He turned on the faucet to flush out the soot in the pool, "You have a more sense of variety show than Bingqiao, and you are dedicated to your work. In fact, if you are not too arrogant, doing variety shows is a labor-saving and quick-paying job."

Cong Lie was facing him, and took a look at the casserole in which the traditional Chinese medicine was boiled.

A gust of white steam rose up, completely obliterating his expression.

"Before today, I was a little worried that you would not be suitable for this kind of show because of your low cooperation, but you acted very naturally." Yunji praised him sincerely, and made a suggestion, "I know you are not short of fame and fortune, but How to put it, as long as the degree is well grasped, it is not bad for artists to increase the national penetration..."

"Stop talking." Cong Lie interrupted him, there was no joy or anger in his voice, just the three words without ups and downs.

The atmosphere in the room immediately turned cold, only the soup in the casserole was bubbling slightly.

Only then did Yunji feel that he had talked too much.

He is just an ex-boyfriend, why should he dictate the career of a top superstar?

He smiled self-deprecatingly: he was tired and stupid, and habitually treated himself as a dish.

How can people use him to make suggestions here?

He is Party B, so he should honestly be a Party B who takes money to do things, and should not pretend to be the boss.

"I'm sorry." Yunji followed suit.

He didn't want to provoke Mao Conglie.

Although the previous "gathering" was not very decent, in his opinion, the two of them could be regarded as "good breakup".

Especially now that he is still working outside, his energy is too limited.

Cong Lie became even more silent when he heard the "I'm sorry".

He poured the fried Chinese medicine into a bowl, and put it beside Yunji without saying a word.

Yunji didn't know if Cong Lie was also allergic to the steam of traditional Chinese medicine, but his drooping eyes were red again.

From the redness of the eyes to the tips of the eyes, it looks like peonies swaying in the spring breeze.

He felt very uncomfortable.

Cong Lie is good at everything, good-looking, talented, and can cook.

Even if Yunji lived two lifetimes and knew so many people, it would be difficult to pick out a better man than Cong Lie from the outside.

Even if he was reborn, he officially broke up with Cong Lie.

His heart beat faster when he saw Cong Lie.

But this kind of acceleration has little to do with whether you like it or not. It is simply seeing a visually perfect potential spouse with your eyes, and your heart beats for him without considering the risks.

Then the brain will dutifully tell Yunji at this time: the relationship between him and this person has been disintegrated along with his life.

The primordial euphoria came to an abrupt end, leaving behind a very empty echo.

While Yunji was drinking the Chinese medicine, he heard the door of the bathroom slam, probably Cong Lie went in to take a bath.

With the sound of splashing water, Yunji smoked two more cigarettes in the kitchen, and cleaned out the pot and the medicine bowl.

The sound of water in the bathroom hadn't stopped. He looked at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock.

Although the sofa in the presidential suite is more comfortable to sleep on, he doesn't plan to stay cheeky with his ex-boyfriend for two nights in a row.

He turned on the phone map and searched for any relaxing places nearby.

There is a Qing Bar less than one kilometer away from them. It is said that there seems to be a reading club tonight.

Yunji packed almost everything in the kitchen, and went out with his mobile phone.

That bar is a little hard to find, the signboard is sandwiched between a bunch of small hotels and adult goods stores.

Follow the address on the map down to the second basement floor, which is a bar transformed from an old parking lot.

There are all kinds of small advertisements posted on the stairs, about curing diseases and saving lives, asking for money for this and that, calling for birds, colorfully embedded in colorful graffiti, like a kind of free-spirited cyber art.

In this kind of tourist attraction, almost all the tourists who come out to play at night are tourists.

It's clear, but the red men and dolls in it are all dressed boldly.

Especially in the warm climate here, many people are showing most of their waists and legs outside, and the shirts and trousers seem to be out of place.

There were some people rocking slowly on the dance floor, and the booths were basically full.

Yunji found a corner at the bar and sat down, ordered a soft drink.

While waiting for the bartender to serve him a drink, Yunji asked, "Isn't there a book club?"

"Read, who is not a book?" The bartender grinned secretively.

Yunji has never been in or out of bars by himself, and even for entertainment, the places he goes to are quite different from this kind of garage bar.

So he didn't understand what the bartender said, so he nodded perfunctorily.

He didn't sit for a long time, and a girl sat down next to him, "Alone?"

Even though he never went to bars to have fun, Yunji has been accosted a lot, so he still has some skills.

But the other party was a girl, Yunji was very tactful, "I have an appointment, he will be here soon."

The girl was thin-skinned and left after sitting for a few minutes.

Yunji was holding the glass of Coke with water, the ice in it had almost melted, so he didn't take a sip or two.

"Give him a cup of iced tea." A boy sat up and snapped his fingers at the bartender.

Yunji looked at the person who ordered drinks for him.

Tall and very handsome, he belongs to the type who will definitely be stared at on the street.

"Are you ordering Coke here?" The boy smiled, showing a pair of canine teeth, not as beautiful as Cong Lie's, but also very wild.

Yunji just came outside to hide and relax, he didn't really want to chat, so he gave a shallow "hmm".

"I'm the owner of this bar, and I make them mix half of the Coke with water." The boy laughed again, "But the iced tea tastes much better, and the recipe was figured out by myself."

He spoke with a light northern accent, which made Yunji a little more friendly.

"You watered the coke, do you need to tell me?" Yunji also smiled, swept the drink money, got up and was ready to leave.

"Since you're here to relax, why don't you sit for a while?" The boy half-smiles when he spoke, "If I'm the one who disturbs you, then I won't talk, okay?"

He moved the two drinks towards Yunji again, "And if this Coke doesn't satisfy you, just treat it as my compensation for the iced tea, and you can choose whatever you want."

Yunji was a little hesitant, because he didn't know where he could go if he left here now.

When we go back to the hotel, Liao Bingqiao is still awake, maybe he will be dragged to say something childish.

He doesn't have much of a mind right now, he really just wants to find a place with a bit of human voice to sit for a while and distract the thoughts accumulated in Cong Lie.

Finally he sat down again, slowly drinking his Coke and water.

"Break up?" The boy didn't keep his promise, and started talking to him again.

"Well, actually, I think beautiful people are the easiest to get into a dead end." He was young, but he spoke with a lot of emotion, "A person like you, what kind of person can't find it, and insists on hanging from a tree?"

Yunji sneered slightly, "Do you also get a relationship consultant as a gift for drinking?"

"Of course not everyone will give it to you." The boy wore a black earring, and his side profile was the same sharp as Cong Lie's, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets.

He saw that Yunji didn't touch the cup of iced tea, so he went over to sip it by himself.

"Brother," the boy bit his straw, tilted his head and smiled, "do you think about me?"

Yunji knew that this kind of occasion was straightforward, and this man was asking him out.

Not a covenant relationship, just a covenant of behavior.

"I'm not interested." Yunji was not that polite to the man.

Just when he was about to get up, the soles of his feet suddenly felt soft, as if he had stepped into cotton.

"Brother, slow down." The boy said with a smile, "Can you get drunk with Coke?"

Originally, Yunji thought he was tired, but when he heard his words, he immediately felt something was wrong.

He quickly recalled that when the boy handed him the Coke just now, he covered the mouth of the cup with his hand.

But it was so dark in the bar that he didn't pay attention at all.

Just as he was about to speak, both legs felt as if their bones had been sprained, and he couldn't use any strength.

"Why do you drink like this?" the boy asked a little reproachfully.

Yunji was very dizzy, and felt that the boy's figure overlapped with Cong Lie's.

"How do you drink like this?" Cong Lie said the same thing at the time.

But he didn't feel distressed or blamed, it was just a kind of pure disgust.

Cloud choked.

He tried to speak, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

He felt his arm being put on one shoulder, and the boy's voice said, "Let me see this guest off."

The surrounding scene is like melting into a pot of hot oil, becoming grotesque in the distortion.

The orange vending machine for adult products, flashing dazzling lights, occupies most of the field of vision.

The gathered legs didn't listen to him at all, they just dragged meaninglessly on the ground.

The pink-purple light and the dense small advertisements in the stairs made him regain a little bit of consciousness.

He is being dragged upstairs.

It was raining outside, and the chaotic air was mixed with the dampness of the soil and the smell of sweat from the crowd.

He remembered that the second and third floors of this building were all small hotels, with ambiguous phone numbers written on them in a big way.

Yunji's hands and feet were cold.

An idea came to his mind to find his cell phone, but he couldn't use his hands and feet at all.

He wanted to shout, but there was no sound in his throat, only the air was rushing in and out of the windpipe.

The heat all over his body was rushing towards one place, making his whole mind numb, and many ideas quickly crumbled into sand as soon as they were formed.

He felt danger like a sharp knife hanging from his nose.

Yunji took a hard bite on the tip of his tongue.

The smell of blood filled the lips and teeth.

He still couldn't move, but he had a rough idea of ​​what was about to happen.

His last remaining consciousness was simple: if this man touched him, he would have him dead.

Yunji maintained a very limited rationality in a heavy and confused cloud, until the world suddenly trembled violently.

He heard a howl of pain in his ear, followed by the muffled sound of the flesh/body being hit hard.

He fell down and sat on a corner of the stairs, blankly watching the person kicking the ground one after another, like kicking a sandbag.

The sandbag arched back and forth like a maggot about to burst.

Cong Lie stomped on the offal on the ground for the last time, and walked to Yunji's side panting, "Yunji? Did he touch you?"

The thread in Yunji's mind snapped.

He looked at him blankly, his eyes not even focused.

Cong Lie cursed in a low voice, checked Yunji's shirt and trousers, fortunately they were all in order.

The rain outside began to fall heavily, and the raindrops hit the ground with crackling noises.

"One room." Cong Lie kicked the counter of the small hotel while hugging the silent Yunji.

The hotel owner immediately grinned out a gold tooth, and handed him a key and a pack of cheap family planning supplies, "Five hundred."

Cong Lie paid the money and took the things without saying a word, and found the room with the man in his arms.

The room had an indescribably bad smell of cigarettes, but looked clean.

Cong Lie hugged Yunji to the bed, let him sit against the wall, checked the room, picked out some small things that shouldn't be there and threw them away.

He just left for a moment, and Yunji collapsed on the bed.

"Who is that person?" Cong Lie became angry immediately, pinching his shoulders to make him sit up again, "Do you know him?"

Yunji didn't speak, just frowned and raised the tip of his nose.

His voice was small and hoarse, "It hurts."

Cong Lie stared at him for a while, then relaxed the strength in his hands, "Did you drink anything? You can't remember what I said? You drink everything others give you?"

Seeing Yunji staring at him blankly, he knew that it was useless to ask him.

The anger couldn't stop rising, if Yunji couldn't sit still here, he would go out and chop up the offal now.

He squeezed Yunji's hand, and cursed a few more times under his breath, "Why are you running around all by yourself in the middle of the night? You f.m. are going to kill me!"

Getting angry without any response, Cong Lie took off his coat and spread it on the bed, supported Yunji to lie down, "Go to sleep."

This kind of thing is too common in the circle, just because Cong Lie has heard of it, no one has been sent to the hospital.

When sent to the hospital, he was also thrown in the ward and boiled until the medicine expired. In vain, he was watched by people and added a romantic past.

It was raining outside, and Yunji was in this state again, so he had to wait until dawn tomorrow before going back.

Cong Lie was afraid that the pillows in such a place would not be clean, so he took off his T-shirt and used it as a pillow cover for Yunji, and sat beside the bed wearing a vest.

It was raining, and the room was a little cold.

Fortunately, even such a small snail house has heating and air conditioning.

It's just that the year is too long, and although it is warm when it is adjusted to [-] degrees, the fan blades of the air conditioner will make a "creaking" noise.

Yunji was lying down, but his eyes were not closed, he didn't know what he was looking at, and he didn't blink.

"Go to sleep, so you don't have to wake up here to watch me pretend." Cong Lie remembered what Yunji said to him at night, and couldn't help but swear, "Who will I pretend to be..."

After speaking, he leaned over to arrange Yunji's clothes.

When Yunji was lying down, he wrinkled his shirt, revealing a white waist, thin and soft, like a fine suet jade.

Cong Lie's fingers rubbed against that waist, the soft and delicate touch attached to the fingertips, very warm.

But he only paused for a moment, carefully straightened the hem of the clothes gathered, carefully covered his stomach, and straightened up.

"What are you looking at?" Cong Lie bent down, frowned to meet Yunji's gaze, and his tone was even a bit fierce, "Sleep!"

Yunji's face was a little red, and his breathing became more and more heavy.

Cong Lie touched his forehead, and closed his eyes with his hand, "Hurry up and sleep, it won't be uncomfortable after sleeping."

With that kind of medicine, if you are awake, you will lose control, and if you endure it, you will suffer.

As soon as he took his hand away, Yunji's eyes opened again, and tears fell.

Cong Lie frowned more and more tightly, "Why are you still crying? How uncomfortable?"

Yunji raised his hand and slapped Cong Lie on the face with all his might, "Get lost!"

But to Cong Lie, that slap was like a cat scratching.

When the next slap was raised, Cong Lie grabbed his wrist, "Yunji!"

Yunji's gaze contained hatred, he gropedly grabbed the ashtray on the bedside table, lifted it up and was about to swing it at Cong Lie's head.

But almost as soon as he stood up, he lost his balance and fell forward.

Cong Lie didn't care about his madness to kill, and grabbed him, "Yunji, look at me, I'm Cong Lie, huh?"

Yunji squinted his eyes, as if he was trying his best to distinguish in the shaking, and waited for a long time before squeezed out a sneer from between his teeth, "Cong Lie?"

"Yes, it's Cong Lie." Just as Cong Lie breathed a sigh of relief, an ashtray hit his shoulder hard.

Yunji raised his limp arm again, aiming at his head this time.

"Yunji, Yunji!" Cong Lie was afraid of hurting him, so he didn't even dare to hug him, "You don't know me anymore?"

Although those few beatings against Cong Lie were useless, they exhausted Yunji's strength.

He had no choice but to lean on Cong Lie's shoulder and breathe heavily.

Oxygen acts as a catalyst, allowing the drug to diffuse more vigorously in the blood vessels.

The blood became hot as it swelled, and it seemed that it would burn through the skin in the next second.

Seeing Yunji calm down, Cong Lie still didn't dare to relax his vigilance, staring at him firmly, "I'll go and get you some cold water to wipe it off, don't worry about it."

He also took off his vest and soaked it in cold water to wipe Yunji's face, but when he came out of the toilet, he was hit on the back of the head.

That blow was really not light, the hit made Cong Lie stunned for half a second, instinctively elbowed back, but stopped before touching Yunji.

He was also angry, and picked up the gradually weakened man and threw him on the bed, "What's the matter with you? How did I mess with you? Do you have to kill me today?!"

Yunji couldn't answer.

The neon lights outside the gauze curtain cast in, turning the whole room into an ambiguous purple-pink.

The fire gradually burned from Yunji to Cong Lie.

Cong Lie sat on the edge of the bed and took two breaths, then stuffed the phone into Yunji's hand, "I'll open another room next door, call me if you need anything. I'll take you back when it dawns tomorrow."

The eyelashes that were gathered were wet, like crow feathers that had been drenched in rain.

He was noncommittal.

The slack eyes still did not settle in the air.

Cong Lie avoided that gaze and angrily walked towards the door.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a suppressed muffled hum was mixed with the messy sound of water.

The rain outside the window was dyed pink by the neon lights, casting blurred shadows in the dark room.

Cong Lie stopped.

The sound of the rain was heavy and urgent, and the sound of breathing mixed in it became more and more messy.

The white sheet on the bed was wrinkled layer by layer, and the T-shirt and coat gradually became entangled.

The springs that had been in disrepair for a long time "squeaked", as if just a slight tremor could make it make a sour sound.

The full-length mirror behind the door is made of four pieces of glass, vaguely reflecting the thin figure bowed on the bed.

It can be seen that the tightly closed legs are trying to suppress something, rubbing back and forth slightly.

Cong Lie stood at the door trying not to turn around, his hand was already holding the doorknob.

A pair of eyes glowed brightly in the darkness.

It was glowing with water, as if he had suffered a lot of grievances and tried not to speak.

The reddened eyes seem to have rubbed into the clouds a touch of sunset glow, illuminating the beauty of the world.

Tears were still flowing outwards, but the eyes were too stubborn and calm, it didn't seem to be crying at all.

Those eyes turned around aimlessly, and finally looked into Cong Lie's eyes against the light of the mirror.

The gaze contained in it was as calm and breezy as ever, as if it was just a bit of an ordinary business matter to be discussed with others.

It's just that hoarse smoke voice in the mottled and whirling night, gracefully, like a mermaid's singing, which attracts people's life.

"Yes, I just want to kill you."

He spoke so seriously.