forgotten island

Zhang Chengyi was going to stay in Hainan for a few more days, but he received a call from his secretary halfway, saying that he met Jiang Yan on the way to deliver something to Mr. Nan Qing.

In fact, the secretary didn't need to care about this kind of thing, but the sixth sense told him that he needed to tell Zhang Chengyi about it. Jiang Yan, who had been fired, suddenly appeared near the former boss's residence, so it was hard not to make people suspicious.

Zhang Chengyi didn't pay attention at first, but on the second day, as if he had thought of something, he turned on the camera at the door of the house on his mobile phone.

Zhang Chengyi stared at the screen without moving, his complexion became worse and worse with the increasing force in his hand, and cloud that could not be dispelled gradually appeared on his calm face.A few minutes later, he slammed the phone to the ground. Fortunately, the hotel floor was covered with soft cashmere carpet, so it didn't break.

The phone bounced and stopped moving. In the flickering light and shadow, on the cold screen, Nan Qing was holding flowers in his hand and handing them to Jiang Yan.

Although it was only a momentary thought to go back, Zhang Chengyi immediately took action. He went back very suddenly, even bought the air ticket in a hurry, and seemed to have no other time to seriously think about this instinctive behavior.It wasn't until he dragged his suitcase and stood at the door of his house that he realized, as if awakened from a dream, how unbelievable and irrational his series of behaviors were, and he looked very unlike him.

The wind in the yard was blowing, and the flowers that Nan Qing had planted by himself swayed and mixed with the fragrance of flowers one after another, composing a scented tune. The falling shadow lay low and painted the courtyard A dark and mottled painting was painted.

Zhang Chengyi just stood in the "huge" momentum, stepped on the painting, and stood for a long time before opening the door.

But he didn't expect that it would be pitch black, so quiet that even the sound of the door banging against the wall was extremely ear-piercing.

Nan Qing was not there. In the past few years, Nan Qing never made a mistake. Every time Zhang Chengyi opened the door, he would see Nan Qing wearing a white shirt, with a soft body and looking at him with hot and gentle eyes.

But this time, what greeted him was a whirling wind, pitch blackness, and an empty room.

At this very second, Zhang Chengyi's confused emotions that had been suppressed with great difficulty struck again, unprepared, he rushed through all the restrictions, and was torn out of his body alive.

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Nan Qing was out all day, busy looking for DIY shops. He had already thought about what to give Zhang Chengyi, but he searched many places, but he didn't choose one. When he did, it was already nine o'clock in the evening before he knew it. .

Nan Qing didn't expect that Zhang Chengyi was at home, and it was impossible for him to.So when he returned home, turned on the light, changed his shoes and looked up, he was really shocked when he saw Zhang Chengyi suddenly appearing. Zhang Chengyi stood motionless in the darkness without making any sound.

"You, you, what, why are you back?" Nan Qing was so frightened that his heart was beating wildly that he couldn't even speak a word.

Zhang Chengyi's face didn't change at all, it was as flat as a kneaded stone statue, without warmth, his unwavering eyes fell on Nan Qing's face exactly: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Nan Qing noticed Zhang Chengyi was in a particularly bad mood vigilantly, he swallowed his throat: "Shopping, shopping, shopping."

Zhang Chengyi moved his eyes down and looked at Nanqing's empty hand: "Oh, shopping." Zhang Chengyi took a step forward, "A few days ago, Jiang Yan came to see you."

Nan Qing didn't move, he looked at the approaching Zhang Chengyi, with his back to the light, his face looked extraordinarily gloomy, his whole face was buried in the darkness without light, his whole body exuded a coldness that made Nan Qing shiver.

"Well, he, he came to give me something, but in the end I didn't want it." Nan Qing said, his voice softened a lot instinctively.

"What?" Zhang Chengyi continued to ask.

"I did not see."

"do you have anything else?"

Nan Qing pulled his hands into the corners of his clothes, and the photo invaded his brain, making him recall it so clearly.

Looking at Nan Qing's sudden expression, Zhang Chengyi stretched out his hand to pinch his wrist, and pulled him a little closer to him. The distance was suddenly shortened, together with the feeling of oppression.

"Is there any more?" Zhang Chengyi asked again.

Nan Qing's wrist was aching, but he didn't dare to move it: "A photo." Nan Qing glanced at Zhang Chengyi's reaction, "The photo of you and others is by the beach."

Zhang Chengyi still didn't react much, he raised his eyebrows: "And then, do you have any comments?" The voice was flat without any ups and downs, very natural, and said this sentence with disdain,

Nan Qing's heart throbbed naturally after Zhang Chengyi's words. He felt a bit bitter in his mouth, and coughed lightly: "No." Nan Qing said.

Zhang Chengyi sized him up and let go of his hand: "That's good. Also, next time I come back, if I can't see you, you don't have to stay here."

Nan Qing clenched his hands suddenly, and he stood helplessly, as if he was about to fall if the wind blew.The butcher knife that can be dropped doesn't stop there.

"Tomorrow I will call someone to clear all the flowers in the yard." It was a tone that could not be refuted.

Nan Qing paused, and his soul seemed to be shaken: "What, what."

"Didn't you hear clearly? Tomorrow I will find someone to clean up all the broken flowers in the yard." Zhang Chengyi said it again without emotion.

Anyway, keep it and give it to others, Zhang Chengyi thought.

Nan Qing was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately came to his senses. He moved a step, reached out and grabbed Zhang Chengyi: "Zhang Chengyi, I planted the flowers in the yard very hard. Why, suddenly, all of a sudden, I don't want them anymore?" Still It was a negotiating tone, not even half-tough.

Zhang Chengyi naturally had an indifferent attitude.He didn't answer him either.

The flowers in the courtyard are the only consolation for Nanqing's ordinary life. They are the last bit of vitality in the process of waiting for Zhang Chengyi, and the emotional transfer when he cannot touch the cello. The splendor of his soul is the only color on that isolated island in the vast sea.

Nanqing is an island.

An island is a handful of earth that has been forgotten and discarded in the sea.

Zhang Chengyi would drop him often.

Now even the flowers on the island cannot be accommodated.

Nan Qing stood shivering in the same place, unable to move any further, he opened his mouth, with a pleading tone: "Cheng Yi, why did I upset you, please tell me, okay, I won't do this in the future Yes. Can you keep the flowers in the yard?"

Zhang Chengyi lowered his eyes nonchalantly, looking at Nan Qing's anxious expression, watching his eyes turn red.He said ruthlessly: "Remember your identity, you have no qualifications to negotiate with me. What I need is an obedient person."

Nan Qing held Zhang Chengyi's hand and shook it lightly, which was a sign that he couldn't hold it. In the end, he let go of his hand slowly and little by little.Nan Qing withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes forcefully, and a trembling voice came out from the depths of his throat, as if it had been chewed to pieces. In an instant, it was about to shatter.

Nan Qing, you have to get used to it, if you still want to stay by Zhang Chengyi's side.It's just a few flowers, it doesn't matter, it's just flowers.

Yes, it's just a few flowers.

But even with such self-comfort, on the second day, Nan Qing went downstairs full of expectations, hoping that what he said last night was just Zhang Chengyi's whim and he would not put it into action, at least not so early. Put it into action, maybe after one night, Zhang Chengyi's inexplicable anger will disappear, Nan Qing can have a good talk with him, maybe there will be a turning point, after all, he took good care of Zhang Chengyi yesterday.

Nanqing opened the door after finishing breakfast.

When he opened the door, Nan Qing seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers. He watched happily as the gap in the door gradually widened with his movements. He couldn't wait to walk out. The early morning wind rolled up the corners of his clothes and lifted them Lifting the drooping hair on his forehead, Nan Qing just took three steps and couldn't move anymore.

The goal is desolation, even if the trees are still there, even if the grass is still there, even if the morning dew after nightfall remains between the branches and leaves, as if nothing happened, but the upturned soil, the irregular land, and the ferocious exposure On the outside, there are several petals mixed with it, inlaid in the brown soil, which is pitifully out of place.

Nan Qing bit his lip habitually, the pain made him move a little bit, he raised his feet and ran in another direction.

It was a huge pond with white flowers in it. He had seen the flowers here in Yuxi, Yunnan. They were beautiful, with white petals and green leaves lying in the gurgling water, like a painting. A moving painting.Nan Qing fell in love with it immediately. After returning home, Zhang Chengyi specially prepared a huge pond for him to plant and play.

It was the first time Zhang Chengyi did something specially for him in the true sense, so Nan Qing cherished it and valued it very much.After all, "first time" means a lot to many people, no matter what it is.

Nan Qing was in a hurry to run, he stepped on a piece of turned up dirt, slipped, lost his footing, and fell into the muddy ground, he didn't care and stood up quickly, he only needed to turn another corner to get there.

Nan Qing quickened his pace, his eyes glanced over the red square bricks, saw the cold and hard corners, and finally landed on the emptied pond in front of him.At the moment when Nan Qing's eyes were fixed, his nose felt sore, he ran to the pond without thinking, where there were still white flowers, it was empty, leaving Nan Qing with an unsightly huge hole.

"No, no more, not even this." Nan Qing said to himself, he stared at it tightly, his whole body was numb, the grainy feeling from head to toe made him feel uncomfortable and wanted to grab a few Down.

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"Why are you so crazy early in the morning?" Zhang Chengyi's voice suddenly came from behind.

Nan Qing's stagnant brain shrank for a while, and his whole body was stiff, but he still turned his head. He looked at Zhang Chengyi's shoes, which were stained with unsightly mud, and said absentmindedly: "I just, just wanted to take a last look, but I didn't expect it to be gone. gone."

Zhang Chengyi's dissatisfied voice came from above his head, and he clicked his tongue: "Look at the dirt on your body, why don't you take a bath."

Nan Qing's eyelashes trembled, hummed, and stood up numbly, without looking at Zhang Chengyi, brushed past his side, and disappeared into Zhang Chengyi's sight without saying a word.