Yesterday was like Death

In January, Xi Zonghe also left the group after filming.I went back to the city where we lived with him, but we parted ways after getting off the plane. He went his way to be greeted by fans, and I went my way to avoid the paparazzi's pursuit.

Sang Qing came to pick me up with Wenwen in a car. Seeing his mental state, I should have suppressed my incident recently, otherwise he wouldn't have the time to put on such a complete makeup for himself.

"There's a contract in the back row for you, and there's a variety show that specifically asks you to be a resident guest. It's really weird." When he spoke, his false eyelashes were blinking.

Wenwen handed me the contract from behind, together with the plan.

I opened the two copies and looked at them, and pretended to joke with Sang Qing: "Although I am very cool now, you should also pay attention to your words. Why am I so strange? Maybe they are files How about a nightclub song and dance show?"

Wenwen couldn't help laughing in the back seat, but Sang Qing stared firmly through the rearview mirror: "Why are you laughing, is it funny?"

The little girl immediately shrank her neck to silence, and hugged the backpack in her arms even tighter, as if she wanted to resist Sang Qing's cold-eyed attack.I turned back and winked at her secretly, telling her to ignore the bully's brutal oppression.

"What kind of song and dance show, take it seriously. This is a rural farmhouse show. A few regular guests spend three months running a farmhouse, providing board and lodging, farming chickens, and receiving all kinds of celebrities and amateurs." My son was driving, probably wanting to put my head on the contract, "I understand, this program is quite rich and powerful, whether it is broadcast on satellite TV or exclusive network platform, it is one of the best quality, you have to take good care of it, you can't Missed it. As long as the variety show is done well, you can turn salty fish over."

I didn't bother to correct his wording, and looked at the two things carefully.As Sang Qing said, it is indeed a rich and powerful variety show, but why should such a good show find me?Do I also need to make it hotter and more topical?

I'm really curious about the production team's criteria for hiring people, but since Sang Qing has read it and said it's okay, I always believe him.He has been with me for so many years, he has been doing his best for me, trying to make me popular, but unfortunately I am a fool who can't support him, and I wasted his good skills.

Turning to the signature page, I smoothly signed my name, and handed the contract back to Wenwen.

Then he asked Sang, "Take me to the studio."

Xi Zonghe still has work, so he won't go back to Hengyue Villa so soon, I can use this free time to do some things of my own.

When we got downstairs in the studio, Sang Qing asked if he wanted to wait for me.I thought about how it would take an hour or two, so I let them go first.Sang Qing thought for a while, and said that he and Wenwen would go back to the studio first, and then call Wenwen to pick me up when I was about to use the car.I nodded, waved goodbye to the two of them and got out of the car.

Opening the door of the studio, the unique unpleasant smell of oil paint came to the face.I hurriedly opened all the windows to dispel the dull air that had been still for two months.

The sunflower I painted is still standing in the middle of the studio. I finished painting it when I left last time. After two months of drying, the paint on it has completely dried.

Brilliant, golden sunflowers were placed in a blue glass vase, and the window screen blown by the breeze inadvertently hooked a flower plate, and the sunlight leaked in, dyeing spots of light on the table.It was a corner of his ward in my memory.

I stroked the layer of mottled paint with my hands, and it was indeed not a very good composition, and the artistic conception of moaning without illness is not as good as painting only sunflowers at the beginning.But it's too late to say anything now, Xi Zonghe's birthday is just around the corner, and it's too late to change it.

After removing the painting from the shelf, I took out the picture frame that I had prepared earlier, and as soon as the tools were arranged, I started the mounting work.

Maybe I'm really not suitable for meticulous work. I didn't hit the hammer twice, and almost broke my finger with the hammer.I shook my sore fingers, squatted on the ground and cursed silently.

It's not easy to do anything these days. If you want to please the donor, you have to work hard to learn oil painting and mounting by yourself.

I glanced at the hammered thumb, and after a while, red blood oozes out, and it will turn black and purple in two days.

Taking a breath and enduring the faint pain in my fingers, I finally spent an hour to finish framing the painting.Carefully wrapped it in oiled paper, looked at the time, I called Wenwen and told her to pick me up.

Carrying the oil painting to the car, Wenwen looked back curiously: "Brother Tang, have you finally finished the painting? Is this for Mr. Xi?"

I struggled for more than half a year, they sent me here and there, and bought materials for me, and I couldn't hide from them what I was going to do.

"A birthday present for him." I patted the oiled paper bag on the seat with a smile, "I hope he likes it."

Wenwen said categorically: "If you put your heart into it, he will definitely like it. If a man treated me like this, I would have married a long time ago."

I looked at the scenery outside the window, but did not answer.

If you like the other person, you will naturally treat everything he gives you as a treasure; but if you don't like the other person, no matter how much he does, it will be a burden. Not only will he not be moved, but he will also find it very annoying.Feelings are a tormenting little goblin, and there can be no reluctance in the slightest.It's not that if I treat you well, there will definitely be something in return.

Back at Hengyue Mountain Villa, I put the painting wrapped in oil paper at the entrance, went up to the top floor alone, and entered the sun room.

I leaned on the cushion and quietly watched the distant sunset slowly sinking among the tall buildings in the city, leaving only a golden rim in the end.

The whole house is heated, so I don't feel cold even when the sun is out.

The modern city at the beginning of the lights is far away from me on the mountain, separated by a large dense black forest.I dared to look down like this when it was dark. If it was daytime, I would feel dizzy just looking at it.

Suddenly, the warm white decorative lights wrapped around the sun room flickered at a certain frequency.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

I looked towards the door, and Xi Zonghe was pressing the switch with one hand, without taking off his coat, standing there frowning and looking at me.

"Mr. Xi..." Out of old habit, I blurted out.

He looked at me strangely: "I wanted to ask this morning, why do you always call me 'Mr. Xi'? You called me that when I woke up in the hospital."

Because I'm only allowed to call you that.

I got up and walked towards him, put my arms around his waist, and said crookedly: "This is my pet name for you, don't you think it's very interesting?"

He didn't quite understand my interest, so he glanced at me, turned around and went downstairs.

"I saw an oiled paper package at the door, like a painting, did you buy it?" He took off his coat and folded it between his elbows.

I followed behind him, going down the stairs step by step: "I drew it."

"Did you draw it?" He suddenly stopped, turned to look at me, and confirmed to me in great surprise.

That appearance was like seeing a dog suddenly speak human words.

Pointing to my nose, I said it clearly, word by word, "Yes, I drew it."

He withdrew his gaze and continued to walk downstairs, only this time at a faster pace.

I still followed in a leisurely manner, and when I got down to the last step, I happened to see him pick up the painting from the ground, about to unpack it.

"I drew the painting, but I didn't say I would give it to you. Why did you take it off?" I put my hands in my pockets and leaned against the handrail of the stairs.

Xi Zonghe's hand paused, and after a while, he didn't care about it again: "At worst, I'll wrap it up for you later, so you won't even be willing to give me a look, right?"

After unpacking, he turned on all the lights, as if wanting to see more clearly.

"It's still an oil painting?" He glanced at the painting, then at me, "Who are you going to give it to? Why is it a sunflower?"

He doesn't remember anything.

I walked over, touched the exquisite picture frame and said, "Isn't your birthday coming soon? This is a birthday present for you. I just painted it because I thought sunflowers were good to paint."

He may not be able to remember it all his life. The memories that belonged to me and him during these five years will eventually become memories that belong to me alone.

"Give it to me? You have a heart." He liked the gift I gave him, looked at it for a long time before putting it down, and said he wanted to find a conspicuous place to hang it up.

Maybe I had received a gift and wanted to reciprocate, but he suddenly asked about my birthday.

Speaking of this, it was a coincidence that couldn't be more coincidental, it was like a prank by God.

"It's the same day as Jiang Mu." I sighed, "You never allowed me to celebrate my birthday before, so it's embarrassing."

It's true that I'm sorry, but I don't blame Xi Zonghe for my birthday. I didn't have a birthday in the first place.I can't even get enough to eat. For a person like me, a birthday is like a luxury.

The smile on Xi Zonghe's face faded when he heard this: "Oh..."

I regretted it for a moment, the atmosphere was so good just now, why did I suddenly mention that rotten guy Jiang Mu?Well, now the atmosphere is ruined.

I was secretly thinking about how to make it up, when Xi Zonghe suddenly picked me up, held my butt and pushed me against the wall.

"Then you can celebrate your birthday in the future, I allow you to." He pressed towards me and kissed my lips.

That's really... thank you Lord Ron.

I hooked his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my whole body was like a creeper clinging to his body.I pressed the back of his head to deepen the kiss, and my lips and tongues intersected, leaving my own breath in each other's mouths.Like two kissing fish, it is difficult to separate after sticking together.

He kneaded my butt so hard it almost hurt.

I moaned vaguely from my throat, and he sucked it all into his mouth.It wasn't until I felt a lack of oxygen that I stepped back and ended the kiss.

There was water on his lips, and I couldn't help but leaned in and nibbled on it lightly.After taking a breath, I wanted to chase him for another kiss, but he avoided it.

"Gu Tang, do you love me?"

Why do you keep obsessing over this issue?

I didn't dare to look into his eyes, so I could only rub against his side face, and whispered with my lips against his earballs: "I love you, I love you the most."

He hugged me tightly, as if he wanted to rub me into his body.

"If I can never recover my memory, will you still love me?" His voice was sticky and watery, "Will you still be by my side like this forever?"

He rubbed my neck with his soft lips, bringing waves of shuddering numbness.

"Yes..." I closed my eyes, raised my neck, and fully displayed my fragile Adam's apple in front of him.

He bit my skin, started to move his feet, and quickly threw me on the big bed in the bedroom.

"Don't let me down..." He knelt on the bed, staring at me condescendingly, "I don't want to taste the feeling of hitting the south wall again."

My heart moved, and just as I was about to grab the tail of this sentence and think about the deep meaning in his words, Xi Zonghe crossed his hands and took off his thin sweater from bottom to top, then pressed up and kissed me again.

I lay on my back on the bed, my mind was muddled.Gradually sinking into lust, I soon forgot to delve into this matter.

Lingering to death.

These four words have been in my mind all night.He seemed more happy to see me screaming and crying for him than to be happy.In the end, every muscle in my body was clamoring for strikes, and even my voice was so bad that I couldn't make any sound.

"Gu Tang, are you comfortable?" He licked the corners of my eyes and rolled the tears into his mouth.

I was hanging on him, breathless, trembling, even my eyelids were trembling.

"Hmm..." I weakly forced out a syllable, my bones were so sore that I couldn't move anymore.

He let out a chuckle, leaned over and kissed me again, but this time it was completely non-aggressive, even showing a little tenderness.

I was so full that I passed out from his kisses.

When I woke up again, it was three o'clock in the morning.

Xi Zonghe was not seen on the bed, but there was still warmth left.We started exercising in bed without even having dinner, and now we wake up in the middle of the night, doubly hungry.

I got out of bed with the sheets on, before my feet touched the ground, my knees softened and I almost knelt down.When Xi Zonghe wants to serve others, there is no one to stop him, even me, the former wine host, is far behind.

I dawdled and walked out, the room was very quiet, I just found him in the living room with the only light on.

He turned his back to me, and at his feet was the sunflower painting I gave him, as if he was about to hang it up.

"Don't be in such a hurry, right?" I laughed, "It's the same tomorrow. I'm so hungry, do you want to eat? I'll see if there is anything in the refrigerator..."

"What is this?" Xi Zonghe turned around, holding a stack of papers in his hand, and asked me with cold eyes, and in the wall behind him was an opened safe.

I understood in an instant that he wanted to change the painting, but found the safe and found the contract.

People shouldn't have a chance... Even if they lose their memory, who said they will definitely forget the password?

My smiling face froze all of a sudden, the room was still warm, but I felt cold for no reason. This huge chill hit my limbs and bones, almost freezing me into a breathless statue.

"I..." I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say.

In fact, there is nothing more to say. With his IQ, he should have figured out the cause and effect when he discovered the contract. Everything I say is superfluous.

Xi Zonghe looked at me and suddenly laughed, but the smile was full of irony and cold anger.

"you lied to me."

At that moment, I seemed to be still in the play, and I couldn't tell whether it was Xi Zonghe who was deceived by me, or Qingli who was deceived by my beloved.

"You don't love me at all, you're just doing it for this contract." He seemed to have finally figured it out, his five fingers gripping the contract tightly, almost tearing it apart, "Gu Tang, Gu Tang , you made me believe you like a fool, how can you be so disgusting?"

I was so shaken that I couldn't stand upright.

No matter how old Xi Zonghe is, I know one thing - he will never forgive those who deceive him.