After the rebirth, the scumbag went crazy for me

Those two years of despair ([-])

Gu Cinian hurried to the conference room, and when he entered the door, he saw Yu Huaixing talking with a boy who wanted to stick his eyes on Yu Huaixing.

"Xing Xing." He walked to Yu Huai Xing and called out.

Yu Huaixing looked up at Gu Cinian: "Are you here?"

"Hmm." Gu Cinian sat down next to Yuhuai Xing, and glanced at the person opposite, "Is he the protagonist of this play?"

When the person across the street saw Gu Cinian coming in, he was overwhelmed by the powerful aura on his body at the first sight, and now he came back to his senses and hurriedly stood up and introduced himself respectfully.

"Hello Mr. Gu, my name is Zeng Sichi, and I have been debuting for almost three years!"

Gu Cinian nodded lightly, Zeng Sichi knew that Gu Cinian was not interested in his affairs, so he sat down resentfully.

Sitting opposite Yuhuai Xing and Gu Cinian, he didn't dare to look up now, but even if he didn't look at him, he could feel how possessive Gu Cinian was to Yuhuai Xing.

The "star" that Gu Cinian yelled just now when he entered the door was not only calling Yuhuai star, but also a warning to him.

Lowering his head, Zeng Sichi took a sip of coffee resentfully, the cold air flowing around him made his body tense.

He was very happy when he first received this script. It’s not that he hasn’t received a good script after his debut for so long, but because he can cooperate with Yuhuai Star.

He had seen Yuhuai star at the Golden Eagle Awards Ceremony before. At that time, he was far away from Yuhuai star, but he still saw Yuhuai star at a glance.

At that time, Yu Huai Xing won the best actor for "Seven Years". When the awards were presented, Yu Huai Xing stood on the stage with a gentle smile on his face as gentle as jade.

In the crowd, he was like a bright moon, and the stars in the sky became dim in front of him.

After such a long time, he always remembered that at that moment he clearly felt his heart beating wildly, time seemed to slow down, and the applause passed by his ears, but he couldn't cover up the sound of his heart beating violently.

One sound, as if to break through the eardrum.

That night, he couldn't take his eyes off Yu Huai Xing at all.

Drinking coffee, recalling that night, his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, but it could only stop there.

When I accepted this drama, there was a clause in the contract, that is, I can't have too close contact with Yuhuai Xing except during the rest of the drama, and I can't have scandals with him.

Besides, with Gu Ci in mind, how dare he have unreasonable thoughts.

The atmosphere in the conference room was awkward and penetrating, and it was only when Fang Zihuai came over that the atmosphere that made Zeng Sichi's back shudder was finally broken.

After chatting for a while in the conference room, I was about to go to dinner. When I went out, a girl accidentally collided with another person at the corner, and the flowers in her hand were thrown to the ground, and the vase made a "clang" sound.

As the vase shattered, the flowers inside fell to the ground.

The flowers are as gorgeous as a smear of blood, and they are even more gorgeous against the broken white porcelain.

That's... a mandosahua.

Seeing the flower Yuhuai Xing unconsciously startled, Gu Cinian hugged Yuhuai Xing tightly in his arms at the same time to comfort her.

Gu Cinian is tall and handsome, when he hugged Yu Huaixing in his arms, he completely embraced his whole body.

"The baby is fine." Gu Ci Nian coaxed along Yu Huai Xing's back.

The surrounding air was stained with a cold hostility, and the man glanced at Fang Zihuai, with a gloomy and stern look in his eyes.

The penetrating air pressure hit, the spines of the people around were chilled, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Yuhuai buried her head in Gu Cinian's arms, clutching the clothes on the man's chest, the bright red mandosa in her dream flashed through her mind again.

For some reason, his heart tightened a little.

Leaning in Gu Cinian's arms for a while, he calmed down a bit and raised his head to apologize to Fang Zihuai and Zeng Sichi: "Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

On the way, Gu Cinian hugged Yu Huaixing tightly in his arms, with an uneasy heart hanging in his throat.

Back home, Gu Cinian carried Yu Huaixing back to the room, caressing the back of the person in his arms and softly said: "Baby, are you feeling better now?"

Just now Yuhuai star was stunned when he saw Mandosahua in Fang Zihuai's company, he knew that Yuhuai star remembered something from his previous life.

"Baby..." Gu Ci Nian kissed Yu Huaixing's ear tip anxiously and distressedly, his voice trembled slightly, wrapped in an uncontrollable panic.

Yu Huai Xing rested her head on Gu Cinian's shoulder, clutching the man's clothes with one hand, and covering her heart with the other hand, panting slowly.

"Xing Xing, is your heart hurting again?" Gu Cinian panicked, and hurriedly called the doctor to come over.

Yu Huaixing grabbed Gu Cinian's clothes and said slowly, "It doesn't matter, it will be fine after a while."

Having said that, Gu Cinian was still worried.

Hugging Yuhuai Xing tightly, Gu Cinian's hoarse voice trembled slightly: "Xing Xing, I'm sorry."

Yu Huai Xing rested on Gu Cinian's shoulder and raised his head, looked forward slowly, and asked softly after a few seconds: "In your previous life, why did you grow mandosahua?"

The mandosahua flowers on that mountain covered the entire mountain, and the petals were bright red as if they were watered with blood.

There was the whistling wind in my ears, mixed with the whining bells.

Gu Cinian's body showed slight signs, and subconsciously tightened the hand holding Yu Huai Xing as if he was afraid that Yu Huai Xing would leave him.

The fear and uneasiness that was suppressed in his heart surged up together, hitting his heart ache.

In his previous life, after Yuhuai star left, he almost went crazy, and after Jincheng was buried, he tortured the people related to Yuhuai star like ghosts or ghosts.

Looking at Jincheng's blood-stained half of the sky, he has been guarding Yuhuai Xing's side, waiting for the day when he wakes up.

But he waited and waited, no matter how desperate he collapsed, Yuhuai Xing still quietly closed his eyes and refused to open them to look at him.

Caressing Yuhuai Xing's face, but his skin was as white as snow without the slightest trace of blood.

There was a chill in his cold body, no matter how hard he tried to warm Yuhuai Xing's body, there was still no trace of warmth.

Despair and collapse surged up again and again, and finally he wanted to destroy everything madly.

During that time, he didn't know what state he was in. He only knew that the people around him were very afraid of him. Every time he saw him, he would be so scared that his voice trembled.

But he doesn't care, other people's lives are nothing to him, the only thing he cares about is how to wake up Yuhuai star.

After going mad, he locked himself in the ice city, and after staying there for seven days, he came out like a different person.

Become a "demon" that others fear.

After he came out of the ice city, his eyes became even colder and fiercer, and his methods were so cruel that he could cramp and skin people at any time.

He was looking for various ways like crazy, as if he wanted to find all the seven souls and six souls of Yuhuai Star, and wanted to keep him by his side forever.

"Because," Gu Cinian paused, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want you to come back."

Mandosahua is the flower of the underworld. It is said that planting it in the world can bring back the wandering souls.

That year, he planted a mountain full of mandosahua with his own hands, in order to recall Yuhuai Star's soul that has no nostalgia for the world.

For Yuhuai star, he can't let go, and he can't let go.

In his previous life, at the moment Yuhuai star fell in a pool of blood, despair and collapse devastated his heart, making him feel the pain that was more tormenting than gouging bones and heart.

The winter of the year Yuhuai Xing left was colder than usual, and the bone-penetrating cold eroded the human body.

Snowflakes fell one after another, covering the world with layers of frost.

At that time, Gu Cinian's heart was slowly buried in the ice cave as the temperature of Yuhuai Star gradually dissipated in his arms.

After seven days and seven nights of planting, he finally planted the whole mountain with mandosahua.

It was snowing all the time that winter, but on the eighth day after the whole mountain was planted with mandosaurs, the blood-red mandosaurs were all in full bloom in the snow, like red plums in the snow.

It's like...a sea of ​​blood in the snow.

The blood-red flowers are swaying in the wind, and the white snowflakes fall and stick to the petals, making the mandosahua more gorgeous and bright red.

Looking at the blood in front of him, Gu Cinian's heart seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and he suffocated due to the pain.

On the day when Yu Huai Xing fell into a pool of blood, the blood oozing from his body was also this bright red, and the falling snowflakes were also this pure white.

Walking towards the blooming mandosahua, his heart seemed to be entangled by vines with poisonous thorns. Every time he took a step, the vines tightened a little. The sharp thorns pierced into the soft flesh and blood. It was hard for him to breathe.

Standing in the blood, he plucked a mandosahua, the hand holding the flower trembled, and blue veins appeared hideously on the muscles of the forearm and the back of the hand.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Yuhuai Xing, I won't let you die, I won't allow..."

Lying in the sea of ​​blood-colored flowers, the scene of Yuhuai Xing quietly closing his eyes in his arms was lingering in his mind.

Looking at the fluttering and falling snowflakes, his heart ached and his eyes were flushed.

The snowflakes fell on his face, and then melted quickly. The cooling sensation was fleeting, but it passed through the skin to the heart, and turned into a sharp blade, slashing at his heart fiercely.

How did Yuhuai Xing feel when he was lying in a pool of blood?

What was he thinking at that time?

At the moment when he watched the snowflakes slowly fall, who was he smiling at with his slightly curved mouth?

The cold winter wind blew by, but it couldn't blow away the crushing pain in his heart.

"Gu Cinian..." Leaning in Gu Cinian's arms, Yu Huaixing tightly held the hem of his clothes, "How did you live after I died?"

In his dream, he saw Gu Cinian guarding his corpse in the ice coffin, and the whole mountain was covered with bloody mandosahua.

In that ice city, the man's eyes were bloodshot, his sharp eyes were stained with violence, and his whole body exuded a terrifying and penetrating aura.

He didn't know how long Gu Cinian had been guarding his corpse, nor did he know how many midsummers the bells on the mountain and the mandosa flowers swaying in the wind bloomed.

How did it go?Gu Cinian breathed heavily, recalling those two years in his previous life, his heart felt like being cut by a sharp blade one by one, piercing into the depths of his heart bit by bit.

After planting mandosahua all over the mountain, looking at the bloody flowers blooming on the whole mountain, he searched for various ways to summon the undead. After searching for a long time, he finally found a glimmer of hope.

It's just that no one has tried this method, and no one dares to try it.

It is said that the bell at midnight can convey his thoughts to those who want to convey, so he built a temple on the mountain full of mandosahua.

According to the records in ancient books, 99 candles were lit in that temple, and those candles illuminated the entire temple and stayed on all night.

The midnight bell rang on time, and the mandosahua all over the mountain swayed with the wind amidst the wailing bells, like a sea of ​​blood churning waves.

In the ice city, there is a cold atmosphere everywhere, as if everything is no longer alive, only a crimson light shines on the front of the ice coffin where Yuhuai star is lying.

There, a lamp was always burning.

This lamp has not been extinguished since the day it was lit.

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the light emitted was crimson, as if it had been stained with blood. The candlelight shone on Yuhuai Xing's fair and delicate face.

On the contrary, there was a little blood on his pale as snow face.

This lamp is called the soul-returning lamp, and the wick needs to be nourished with blood. If the light turns from red to yellow, nothing can be done.

In those two years, Gu Cinian would come to accompany Yu Huai Xing every day, seeing Yu Huai Xing's pale face, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked it, muttering something all the time.

At that time, he didn't know what the pain in his heart meant, he just knew that Yuhuai star couldn't die, and he couldn't accept Yuhuai star's departure.

Lying in the ice coffin, he hugged Yuhuai Xing, his chest was pressed against Yuhuai Xing's back, and his heart was close together, as if he wanted to convey his thoughts to Yuhuai Xing.

I don't know how long he lay in the ice coffin, his head was buried in Yuhuai Xing's neck, feeling the coldness from Yuhuai Xing's skin, his heart felt like it was being eaten by thousands of insects and ants, and it was excruciatingly painful.

The cold wind passed by, with a faint fragrance of flowers, looking outside, you can see a blood-colored mandosahua swaying in the wind.

He murmured to Yuhuai Xing: "The flowers are blooming, why haven't you come back yet?"

Hugging Yuhuai Xing tightly, his voice was hoarse: "Yuhuai Xing, do you want to leave me, but I won't allow it!"

Even though he always thought that he maintained a relationship with Yuhuai Xing because he was not tired of it, but he never thought about really abandoning Yuhuai Xing.

When he saw Yu Huai Xing lying in a pool of blood with his own eyes, and closed his eyes without hesitation, he felt that he was going crazy.

How could Yuhuai star die?

How could he leave himself?

The heart-wrenching pain came from the bottom of his heart, and the collapse and despair cut off his rationality, making him unable to keep calm anymore.

Getting up from the ice coffin, he lowered his head and kissed Yu Huaixing's cold lips, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were red: "Yu Huaixing, I will let you come back, you can't leave me... you can't!"

He took the dagger on the table, the sharp blade gleamed coldly, his eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion.

The blade fell in the palm of the hand, and blood red blood oozed out, dripping drop by drop on the soul-returning lamp.

The wick absorbs the blood, and the bright red candlelight is even more eye-catching.

"Tick tock——" the second hand went to "12", the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand overlapped at "12", the bells echoed continuously in the mountains, the candlelight of the soul-returning lamp flickered, and the red candlelight illuminated the whole room.

Day after day, the bells keep ringing every night, and the mandosahua that dances with the bells is still swaying bloody waves in the wind.

Gu Cinian would go to the temple every day, and the 99 candles in the temple became the guiding light in the dark night.

In the past two years, the lamp has been nourished with blood, and new wounds have been added before the wounds on his hands have healed, which is horrible to look at.

The dense pain came, but he didn't take it seriously, the pain in his body was not one ten thousandth of the pain in his heart.

"Xing Xing, a year has passed." Holding Yuhuai Xing, Gu Cinian buried it on his neck, his voice was hoarse, "Are you still planning to wake up?"

Raising his hand, he stroked Yu Huaixing's face with his unwounded right hand, gently wiped his skin with his thumb, and lowered his head to kiss the corner of his lips.

Yuhuai Xing's skin is delicate, if there is a scar on his hand that touches his skin, it will make him uncomfortable, and even cause red marks, so he never touches his right hand when feeding the lamp with blood.

Helping Yuhuaixing to brush away the drooping forehead hair, he has always used his right hand, because his left hand is covered with scars, and there are several deep, unhealed wounds on it.

The dense scars are deep and shallow, and it is shocking to look at.

There were a few unhealed wounds that were randomly wrapped with bandages. They were accidentally torn open just now, and the white bandages were now soaked with bright red blood.

"It's okay, it's been a year." Gu Cinian took a deep breath, with gray shadows under his bloodshot eyes.

He lowered his head and put his forehead against Yuhuai Xing's, his chest heaving slowly: "There is still one year, soon, soon..."