After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the gray sky is blowing with fine grains of snow. The towering champagne tower in the center of the hall is as magnificent as the Arc de Triomphe. When approaching New Year's Eve, the lampshade turns into a bright red lantern, and the huge screen scrolls auspicious words wishing a happy New Year.

Song Liang was caught in the frenzy of the crowd. Reporters and self-media were like buzzing bees, throwing sharp questions uninterruptedly. The microphone wanted to stuff it into his mouth, and the high-definition camera recorded every subtle expression on his face. , with a pretended calm smile on the corner of his mouth, he swung his arm vigorously away from the crowd, trying to squeeze out a way to leave.

"May I ask if you are mentally ill as your ex-wife said? Are you abnormal?"

"Your ex-wife used to be your student. Do you like to fuck your own students' perverts? How many of your own students have you fucked?"

"Your students obey you and regard you as a spiritual idol. Is your school actually a cult organization?"

Red faces surrounded him, and his eyes flashed the excitement he was familiar with. Once upon a time, when he saw those outstanding gifted students begging him for mercy, the expression on his face was exactly the same as that of these reporters. It's like the hyenas on the grassland smell the smell of carrion, and they are so hungry that they want to bite.

However, now he is reduced to carrion being eaten by the crowd.

The huge champagne tower collapsed by the crowd, the glass crackled and shattered, everything around was twisted abstractly, the lanterns on the dome stretched and turned, the piano music in the stereo screamed sharply, everything spun and turned into a blood-red The giant mouth suddenly swallowed him into it.

Before the police car arrived at the hotel, Cheng Xijue quietly left while holding Gu Jian's hand. The two sat side by side in the back row of the car.

Gu Jian nestled in Cheng Xijue's arms, turned his face away to look at the fluttering snow outside the window, and the host on the car radio said with a smile: "According to the latest news from our station, Song Liang, a well-known education expert and visiting professor of X University, Accused by his ex-wife of being involved in mind-controlling students, the so-called genius education is a shocking scam, and now the newly promoted film star Xu Jie publicly condemns, calling Song Liang a scumbag for fame..."

"This station is connecting with enthusiastic listeners live, what is your opinion on the Song Liang incident?"

"I am a former student of Song Liang. I stayed in his school for a month more than ten years ago. I have been relying on medicine to maintain my mental stability. 90% of my classmates in the same period suffered from severe mental illness after leaving school. His name is ours. The nightmare in my heart, he is not a genius educator at all, he is a genius destroyer!"

Cheng Xijue lowered his eyes, and the thin body in his arms was flexible and thin. A strand of Gu Jian's hair came out of the hairspray and hung down on his clean and greasy forehead. His dark and clear eyes stared out of the window motionlessly. Gu Jian lowered his jaw and asked warmly, "Madam, are you okay?"

Gu Jian was forced to look at him, but his eyes were blurred like fog, "I was wondering why Song Liang was afraid of you."

Cheng Xijue put his other hand behind him and pressed the audio control button on the car door. The sound of denouncing Song Liang on the radio gradually disappeared, and the melodious music surrounded him. The dark blue ambient light in the car turned on, as if he was in the deepest part of the sea. , they are the two fishes in the fable.

"If you don't confess your affairs, you can't ask me what I did."

Gu Jian pushed his hand away, sat up and asked lazily, "Is there anything else you don't know about me?"

Cheng Xijue folded his arms and lowered his head to think for a few seconds, "Have you ever had a crush on or liked someone else?"

"No." Gu Jian leaned his head against the car window glass, and the silver particles flying all over the sky became the background of his indifferent face, and asked in a casual tone, "It's my turn to ask you, have you committed a crime?" ?Um?"

Cheng Xijue lightly pressed his tense arms with his fingers, and said calmly: "I wanted to kill Song Liang very much, but now I still regret not being able to kill him, ruined reputation, and being imprisoned are not enough to relieve my anger. "

"Cheng Xijue, aren't you afraid of going to jail?"

"I'm not going to do anything that won't fix the aftermath, don't worry."

Gu Jian rubbed the aching forehead with his fingers, and closed his eyes tiredly, "Stay away from me, I don't want to talk to you now."

Cheng Xijue held his fingers, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pressed them into his arms forcibly, rubbed his forehead evenly with both hands, his chest heaved and agitated, sighed deeply and said: "Don't ignore me, once you think of him treating you What I did, I couldn't keep my mind, I didn't tell you because you were pregnant at the time, I was afraid that the injury on my head would scare you, I wanted to protect you as much as I could, guard your secrets and pride."

Gu Jianxu opened his eyes and glanced at him, then lay down on his body, laying his pillow on his warm and strong arm without saying a word.

Ripples of water like dark blue lights flowed on his face, mysteriously silent, Cheng Xijue tightly hugged his thin body, if Gu Jian hadn't met Song Liang, then he might be like Mu Luo now, like Jiang Lie, playing the piano and singing on the stage, the music score with a flick of the hand makes the major musicians beat their heads, and enjoys the worship of everyone in the radiant light.

Their meeting will not be because of a marriage, nor a ridiculous one-night stand in a hotel, but at a dinner party where celebrities gather, and he will see the desolate and noble Gu Jian in the crowd. , the heart beat involuntarily after meeting eyes, raised the champagne glass to salute him, and then, like those his powerful suitors, tried every means to get close to him.

Therefore, Cheng Xijue hated Song Liang to death, not only Song Liang, but also Ning Wan and Gu Renyu, because as long as there was one person who could shoulder his own responsibilities, Gu Jian would not meet him carelessly in the hotel.

At night, the villa was lit with warm light. The car was parked at the door. Gu Jian opened the door and went straight to the baby room. The full moon gifts in the room were piled up like a hill. Jiang Peiqing wrote a gift list by hand. This is only part of it, and the others are piled up in the in the warehouse.

Ding Ding just fell asleep, and in his dream, he dreamed of something delicious. He pouted his wet and glutinous mouth, and moved his clenched fleshy fist.

Cheng Xijue followed him into the door, reached out his hand under Ding Ding's buttocks to test the dryness of the diaper, took out his hand and typed the regular script with a tissue, bowed close to Gu Jian's face and asked with a low smile, "Ma'am, are you still alive?" Am I angry?"

"Yeah." Gu Jian pressed his chin against the wooden railing of the crib, and looked at Ding Ding quietly, "No need to apologize, apologies can't comfort me."

Cheng Xijue folded Ding Ding's soft hat, and propped his chin under it to prevent him from coughing, "When will you calm down?"

"It depends on your performance." Gu Jian spat out four cold words.

Cheng Xijue leaned into his ear and asked pitifully, "Then can I sleep with you tonight?"

Gu Jian didn't move, without looking at him, he said, "No."

"What do I want you to do?" Cheng Xijue rubbed the tip of his nose against his delicate neck.

Gu Jian stood up and threw the untied suit jacket on him. The white shirt looked crisp and clean, indifferent and cold, "There is still a month to go, you can think about it slowly."

Cheng Xijue lifted his suit, and sniffed the remaining breath openly, "It's not a month, it's 29 days and three hours."

Gu Jian raised the corners of his lips and chuckled, "Okay, you have something to wait for."

After finishing speaking, he turned back to his room and locked the door to prevent Cheng Xijue from suddenly attacking him in the middle of the night.

In the early morning of the next day, the news that had been fermented all night exploded on the Internet, sweeping the hot search lists on all major platforms. People from all walks of life who were once proud of Song Liang's student status stepped forward to disregard their ties, and by the way wrote small essays and stepped on him. A kick to repay the hatred of the year.

The most famous of them is Muro. He did not use any rhetoric to exaggerate, simply and objectively described what happened in the Garden of Eden, and what happened after meeting Song Liang in Qiantang again. Song Liang pushed him to the brink of death twice. It was Bane who pulled him back from life and death. Bane was the eternal light in his heart.

The "Garden of Eden", which was once unattainable in the eyes of the public, turned into a hell cave overnight. This name is particularly ironic.

Muro's speech raised Song Liang's incident to a new level. From an incident to a case, Song Liang is not only misbehaving, but also suspected of illegal coaching and instigating others to commit suicide is equivalent to homicide, which is a criminal case that has a bad impact on society.

As one of the parties involved, Gu Jian received a call from the police asking to cooperate with the investigation. Cheng Xijue drove to the police station with him. Two chairs were lined up in the interrogation room. An elderly policeman sat behind the table and smiled at Cheng Xijue. Nod.

Cheng Xijue opened two chairs, unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down calmly, "I will accompany my partner to accept the investigation."

Gu Jian's chin was hidden in the collar of the pitch-black down jacket, and his thin and well-proportioned appearance was very pleasing. He picked up a pen and signed his name with a slender figure on the document.

The old policeman looked at his handwriting, and his attitude was extraordinarily gentle: "You used to be Song Liang's student?"

"Yes."

"What year and what quarter are you from?"

Gu Jian stared at the reflection on the glass in front of him, a warm and strong palm under the table held his hand, his wrists were tightly pressed against each other, and he could feel each other's heartbeat, as if it was a reassurance, he said slowly: " I spent five months in Eden starting in March ten years ago."

The semester in the Garden of Eden lasted for four months. The old policeman was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and wrote a few words, "Tell me why you stayed for five months."

Cheng Xijue had already heard the answer from the consultant's mouth, but when he said it calmly from Gu Jian's mouth, every word pierced his heart like a needle, but he listened very carefully, every word pierced in his heart. He savored the words in his heart carefully, and he wanted to always remember Gu Jian's past, unforgettable.

"After Muro left the Garden of Eden, my disobedience made Song Liang furious. He locked me up alone for three months? Three and a half months, or four months. I don't remember the exact time. Since then, my concept of time has been different. Great, I can’t tell the difference between 5 minutes and an hour, but I wrote a lot of songs in my head when I was bored. Pain is the source of artistic creation. Unfortunately, I can’t write scores, otherwise my album will be full This table."

Gu Jian leaned on the chair with a relaxed posture, and said it lightly, as if it happened to someone else.

The old policeman stared at him dumbfounded, but he was too aware of the mental damage that confinement would do to people. Prisoners would go crazy after a week of confinement. Prisoners often hit the wall directly in order to escape the confinement room, so they had to admire his psychological quality.

After the interrogation was over, Gu Jian turned to look at the gloomy Cheng Xijue, patted each other on the back of his hand, and comforted him softly, "It's okay, it's all in the past."

Cheng Xijue gently and meticulously explored the lines of his palm, and walked out of the interrogation room without saying a word, holding his hand.

Gu Jian dragged him into the bathroom at the end of the corridor, turned on the faucet with his free hand, and water flowed down, "Let go first, let me wash my face."

Cheng Xijue let go of his hand, leaned against the marble sink, and stared fixedly with his deep eyes.

Gu Jian splashed cold water on his face a few times to wake himself up. The water dripped down his neck and into his collar, staining the gray T-shirt lined with wet stains. The sharp and cold Adam's apple rolled under the thin skin, like a mountain peak carved from ice and snow melting.

"I said it's over, it's over, don't bother with Song Liang anymore." He stroked his wet black hair casually, and said every word.

Loud footsteps came from the door, accompanied by the hearty laughter of the men, especially clear in the silent space.

Suddenly, Cheng Xijue grabbed his wrist, dragged him into the last cubicle of the bathroom involuntarily, and slammed the door behind him with his backhand. In the cramped and narrow space, his solid body was tightly seamed against him.

With relatively direct eyes, Gu Jian stared at him with depressed eyes, and said in a low voice, "Why are you hiding? We're not suspects."

The next second he knew the answer.

Cheng Xijue tore off the tie of his trousers, put his lips to his ear and whispered: "You asked me before if I wanted to be in the last cubicle with you, and that's what I wanted to do at that time."

Then you acted so fucking serious.

Gu Jian gritted his teeth and held back his silence. The place he was in was the most profane place in the world. Through a thin layer of wood, the loud laughter and discussions seemed to be right next to his ears.

"Are you still angry with me?" Cheng Xijue moved his hands, holding the emperor to order the world.

Gu Jian shook his head in confusion, raised his face and said weakly, "You will bully me."

Cheng Xijue kissed the corner of his mouth, and took care of him with ease, maybe because of the unfamiliar environment, or because someone was chatting outside, it took only a few minutes.

Gu Jian raised his arms to cover his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and he was too ashamed to look at others.

Cheng Xijue wiped his hands, leaned into his ear and coaxed an apology, "It's okay, no one knows except me, it's all my fault that I shouldn't be here."