Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

The next day was still snowing heavily, but for Zhou Yancheng,

Even if an atomic bomb is dropped in the sky, it can't stop him from dating Yanyan.

He arrived downstairs half an hour earlier, but He Yan was already standing by the edge of the flowerbed. He was holding an umbrella for an unknown how long, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the umbrella.

He Yan was wearing a silver-gray down jacket, and there was a circle of white fluff around the hat, which made his face look like a crown of jade. When he looked over slightly, Zhou Yancheng felt like his heart was about to jump out like a cheering bird.

After seeing He Yan for so many years, Zhou Yancheng still felt his heartbeat stall every time he looked at him more.

"Yanyan," Zhou Yancheng ran over, "Why did you arrive so early, why didn't you call me?"

There was a bright smile on his face, as if he wanted to melt away the flying snow.

He Yan stared at him for a while, raised his hand high, and covered Zhou Yancheng's head with an umbrella.

Zhou Yancheng was so flattered that he even forgot to take the umbrella, and stared at He Yan with great joy.

He Yan said quietly: "Don't call the driver, I will drive today."

Zhou Yancheng wished that only the two of them could be alone: ​​"There is snow on the road, so let me drive."

He Yan smiled, looked at Zhou Yancheng, and seemed to let go and didn't look at anything: "It's okay, I will drive very slowly, don't be afraid."

Zhou Yancheng thought that since he was in the car anyway, he would not be in any danger. He was really happy in his heart, and his feet seemed to be dancing in the snow, light and joyful.

Zhou Yancheng's voice was brisk: "Then where are we going?"

"Let's go to the cafeteria to have some breakfast."

"Okay!" Zhou Yancheng was full of smiles, and then he realized that He Yan had been holding his hand high, and he took the umbrella over, "I'll hold the umbrella!"

In the hospital cafeteria, the two were eating porridge and side dishes, Zhou Yancheng took a bite, glanced at He Yan, and smiled foolishly.

He Yan looked up at him: "Are you used to eating?"

Zhou Yancheng nodded again and again: "I'm used to eating!" He said as he stuffed another chopstick of potato shreds into his mouth, "This is delicious!"

Zhou Yancheng was delighted: "Look along the edge, we are people from the same world now!"

He Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and cast his eyes away.

"How long do you think this snow will fall?" The two simply filled their stomachs and got into the car. He Yan asked while starting the car.

"It's okay, but this is Kyoto, the snow will be cleared soon, there is no inconvenience, it doesn't matter where we go or where we go!" Zhou Yancheng looked at He Yan happily, his eyes were full of small things. As bright as a star, he looks like a primary school student going on a spring outing with his teacher. He was extremely excited before knowing the destination, "Where are we going now?"

He Yan looked ahead: "You will know when you get there."

Zhou Yancheng didn't care where he was going, he stared at He Yan, his eyes flickered, his spirit was high, he was surrounded by joy and sweetness, so much so that he didn't realize that He Yan's expression was indifferent with determination.

The snowy road is difficult, and He Yan drove for nearly an hour, which usually takes less than 10 minutes. When the car stopped in front of a club, Zhou Yancheng looked at He Yan suspiciously: "Why do we... come here?"

He Yan looked out of the window, his eyes were a little hazy, and his expression was unpredictable that Zhou Yancheng could not fathom.

"Yanyan?" Zhou Yancheng's heart suddenly jumped. He had a strong premonition that he might not be able to face the next thing. He suddenly panicked and said incoherently, "Yanyan... I, I still have work. I, I want to go back to the company..."

He Yan looked at him, his eyes were deep, like the extreme deep sea, and like a vortex about to suck him into it, Zhou Yancheng only felt terrified, he flinched, fearful, he desperately pressed the car lock, he wanted to get off car, but He Yan sighed quietly behind him:

"Zhou Yancheng, in fact, you have never understood me. Today I will let you know what kind of person I am."

The hairs on Zhou Yancheng's whole body stood on end, he seemed to be in a confined space of a horror movie at the moment, and his favorite Yan Yan seemed to be transformed into a ghost in the space, rushing towards him with fangs and claws.

"No, no, no," Zhou Yancheng shook his head desperately, curled up instinctively to the corner of the car, the creepy chill froze his blood, and his voice trembled badly, "Aren't we out on a date? Why? ...Why are you... no, no, no... don't talk like this... I don't want to hear..."

"Do you know this place? Have you ever been to this place?" He Yan turned his head, he didn't seem to hear Zhou Yancheng's almost collapsed prayer at all, and he evoked a hazy smile, which seemed to be self-deprecating, but also seemed helpless .To Zhou Yancheng, that smile was extremely ferocious and cruel, as if a monster that was about to swallow him opened its mouth wide.

Zhou Yancheng's mind was buzzing, He Yan's words tore his nerves, the feeling of fear seeped out from every pore, and spread outward, he felt that He Yan's silver-gray figure was shattering in front of him, like a whole The world crumbled before his eyes.

Holding on to the last luck, he maintained his composure and forced out a sentence from his throat: "I... I don't know... I don't know this place..."

He Yan uttered a sentence softly, this sentence was like a thunderbolt, splitting Zhou Yancheng's body, mind, mind and soul into countless pieces!

"I was in this place once and met someone."

He Yan's voice was soft, but the voice was full of strong and complex emotions. Every word was like a steel nail, nailing Zhou Yancheng firmly to the cross. Ling Chi.

"As you know, people who come here, looking for a thrilling night, they may part ways the next day, and they may never see each other in this city, or they may be disconnected, because of one reason or another... It can't be separated Keep cutting."

He Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes were gloomy, and his expression was empty: "I and...he belong to the latter category."

He Yan sighed deeply, but his usual cold voice was now as thick as a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, hitting Zhou Yancheng's eardrums, shaking Zhou Yancheng's soul: "This is where everything started."

There was snow in the sky, but the sky had always been bright before, but after He Yan said this, the surroundings became dark, and the wind was violent for a moment, like ghosts crying and gods howling, like heaven and earth mourning together.

All the cars on the road turned on their lights, but Zhou Yancheng only felt that the world was empty, full of endless gray and white.For a moment, he even felt that his body was empty, as if his soul had floated out of his body.

He Yan didn't look at Zhou Yancheng, he started the car again.

He Yan's voice seemed to come from an extremely distant world: "Look, He Yan, which you thought was clean and beautiful, never existed."

The car is driving slowly on the street, He Yan will stop every time he goes to a place that He Yan and Zhou Yancheng have been to, the restaurant where they ate together, the movie theater they have been to, the shopping mall they have visited, the street they have walked on , They quarreled on the side of the road, they fought in full view.

On that long street, Zhou Yancheng chased him all the way, and finally carried him on his shoulders, ignoring the colorful and unusual eyes, and slapped his ass hard.

Under that overpass, He Yan shook off Zhou Yancheng's hand, Zhou Yancheng hugged him and kissed him regardless, and finally managed to hold his hand again.

They sat together in the third seat by the window of the cold drink shop. He Yan was lined up in front of the stall selling octopus balls next door. Zhou Yancheng looked impatient, and there was a mobile phone shop a few steps away. He Yan was there. After buying a recharge card, Zhou Yancheng was not seen when he came out. He even ran to the lottery next door to play scratch games.

One scene after another, like a slide show, or a silent black and white movie flashed in front of the two of them at the same time, the car was so quiet that even the breathing of the two of them could be heard clearly.

No, only the sound of He Yan's breathing, Zhou Yancheng even stopped breathing.

He Yan's trembling voice was suppressed, and continued in a low voice:

"I thought it was just a love affair. We didn't know each other when we left the club. It was the same. We didn't even know each other's names at the time, but things are always so unpredictable. He appeared in my school. , and we are together."

"This is four years..."

"We don't get along very well. We often quarrel and fight from time to time. There is hardly a day when we can live peacefully—"

"Two men are together... Although we didn't say it clearly, we actually have a consensus, our relationship," He Yan bit the tip of his tongue, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "If there is a definition, it would probably be 'Friends in Sex' 'Bar……"

Zhou Yancheng shivered suddenly. He thought he was dead, but he was awakened by this shiver. It turned out that he was still conscious. Can he still feel cold?

"He is my only 'friend with benefits', and I am one of his countless 'friends with benefits', can you believe it? A person like He Yan is willing to maintain such a relationship. What do you think he wants? I Actually, I really don’t know what he’s planning…”

He Yan's thoughts were confused, and even the title became blurred, and Zhou Yancheng couldn't even understand it. What He Yan wanted to express was He Yan's picture or his Zhou Yancheng's picture.

The car was parked in front of Yuanzhou Department Store, where there were huge posters of the spokespersons of many international brands. He Yan looked over:

"That man's name is Meng Xiuming. He is a movie actor I like very much. I used to think that he was far away from me, like stars in the nine heavens, very beautiful and untouchable, but one day we slept with the same man, you I can imagine..." He Yan couldn't say anymore, the veins in his hand holding the steering wheel burst out, and the pale pink nails turned bluish white, "I'm ashamed to speak, and I'm speechless, but I'm I can't get away, and continue to run around...I've lived four years like this..."

The turn signal lights up, the car cuts into another road, the street lights gradually come on, and the snowflakes dance under the hazy yellow light, dense and dense, like sand and salt.The snow falls silently, the earth is deathly silent, only the voice of He Yan continues.

"Later he got married," He Yan parked the car not far from the Ferris wheel square, and pointed forward, "Did you see that LED screen? The tallest and largest screen in all of Kyoto, it played 24 hours a day when he got married." Almost everyone in this city does not know the news."

He Yan showed a bleak smile: "But we didn't separate... I, since I was a child, haven't even stolen a needle from others, but I actually stole a woman's husband. During that time , every time I walk on the road, I feel that I have no clothes on, as if everyone knows that I am a thief. , I have never been so guilty, always on guard against someone jumping out, slap me, or throw me a cup of coffee..."

"A person who has been following the rules for many years, once he goes astray, he will fall the hardest and hardest..."

He Yan covered his face with his palms: "Zhou Yancheng, do you know that He Yan is actually such a person? He will easily succumb to desires, but he dare not face the criticism he should receive. He lives like this every day in fear, Get away with it—”

"Actually, I was originally a person who didn't lack too many things..."

"Actually, I was originally not a very greedy person..."

"Actually, I was originally a person who could make myself happy..."

He Yan was already a little incoherent, his voice was trembling and broken, as if he was suppressing great distress and pain: "My father put all his heart and soul into raising me, not to teach me to intervene in other people's marriages as a third party..."

"I am a man, receiving the highest education, not to hide in the dark, carry a shady identity, and live the most sloppy life..."

"I regretted it, I really regretted it, I wondered if I could go back in time, would I still go into that clubhouse, time would really turn back, I really didn't go to that clubhouse again—"

He Yan suddenly let out a stern laugh, and he murmured: "Back in time...Back in time..."

Zhou Yancheng didn't react in the slightest. His side face was sharp and chiseled. He was originally extremely handsome, but the perfect arc at this moment made him look like a completely unpopular ice sculpture. He didn't even blink his eyelashes for a long time.

If someone gently pushed him at this time, I'm afraid that the joints of his whole body would fall off piece by piece like broken ice, just waiting to melt slowly.

He Yan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, his face was slightly distorted at the moment, his eyes were loose and blurred, but there was a hint of determination: "Four years...four years...in my life, all the absurdity, perverseness, transgression and rebellion have stayed in those four years. For years, I paid the greatest price I could for my rebellion..."

He Yan lowered his eyelashes, and the crow-wing eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids, as if this could cover his true emotions: "Enough... Really enough..."

After the car started, He Yan took Zhou Yancheng to the final destination.

The road in front of the gate of Beijing.

He Yan's voice returned to its usual calm, calm and calm, as if declaring a fact:

"This is where it all ends."

He Yan pushed open the car door, and at some point, a gust of wind whizzed up and carried snowflakes, pounced on his face, was quickly melted into water by his warm breath, and hung crystally on his thick and long eyelashes , like little tears flashing.

He Yan's voice was as soft as a raving: "Let everything end here."