The protagonist wants to steal my script again

No matter how this matter will turn out in the future, at least the message area is now filled with blessings from fans, which makes An Minghui feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

Even if he hadn't seen him with his own eyes, he could still imagine that at this time, Ren Jing's expression was already full of collapse. Although he was very embarrassed, he still hoped that Brother Ren would hold on for a while longer.

Footsteps came from the side, and he intuitively thought that Zhou Lianrong had come looking for him, but when he looked up, he realized that it was just a strange middle-aged man, his steps were unsteady, his face was unnaturally red, and he looked like he was drunk. look.

When a drunk person suddenly appears in front of him, it always gives people some bad premonitions.

Before An Minghui could make a sound to remind him, the sloppy middle-aged man noticed him first, squinted his eyes and tried to see his appearance clearly, and then suddenly yelled: "What a fucking bad luck, You, you are that famous little boy?!"

Frowning, An Minghui didn't want to get entangled with a drunk man who was malicious to him, so he took the lead to take a step back to widen the distance between the two of them: "Sir, you may have gone wrong, this is the top floor , I don’t know which household your family lives in?”

"Damn! Don't fucking talk to me hypocritically, tell you that I hate you rabbit masters the most. I work so hard all day long that I can't even afford to eat. You can sell your ass to eat and drink! spicy?!"

The person on the opposite side is obviously in a state of being unable to communicate now, and An Minghui didn't intend to say anything, so he planned to bypass this man and leave the top floor without saying a word, so as to avoid further deterioration of the other party's mood.

However, this move seemed to anger the middle-aged man again, and the other party suddenly rushed over with an angry curse. The other party's voice already had a strong accent, and was slurred because of drunkenness. Unable to calm down and identify what the other party said, I only heard bits and pieces of words such as "look down", "back", "both die together".

But these are enough for him to appreciate the other party's intentions at the moment.

Caught off guard by the collar, An Minghui immediately grabbed the opponent's hands and tried to get away, but what shocked him was that the drunk man's strength was astonishing, and he couldn't gain the upper hand when the two were entangled and wrestled like this .

The phone that was originally in his hand had already fallen to the ground during the fight, even if he wanted to call for help, he couldn't help it.

The two of them approached the fence of the rooftop without knowing it. An Minghui, who realized this, became even more eager, and without thinking too much, he punched the man in the face hard. The bones of his hand were aching, but the other party seemed to be insane. Even though he let out a scream, he still didn't let go of his hand, but pushed him even harder towards the railing.

The hard railing hit his waist heavily, he gasped in pain, subconsciously let go of his strength, and heard the drunk man roaring crazily, his legs were suddenly pulled up from the ground, Pushed over the railing.

How long would it take to fall from a height of seven stories?Probably just a short time to think.

A strong sense of weightlessness.

Consciousness is stripped away in an instant.

***

Zhou Lianrong had never experienced this level of joy.

The feeling of ecstasy where the heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest, his mind went blank, his fingertips were so excited that he couldn't stop shaking, and his legs almost fell down when he stood up, once occupied all his thoughts.

He has never met such a person that makes him feel too far away whether as a friend or a fan, even if it is only for 1 minute, he will feel anxious if he can't see the other person with his own eyes.

Zhou Lianrong was never willing to lie to An Minghui, so he always believed from the bottom of his heart that An Minghui's face was the most beautiful among all the people he had ever seen.Especially the way the other party smiled, those eyes that were as wide and soft as the sky were filled with a smile, every time he looked at him quietly, it made him feel as if his heart no longer belonged to him, and he couldn't lift a trace of it from his whole body. strength.

But An Minghui is not really tolerant of everything like the sky, he will never lightly forgive those vicious people who are really hated by him, and he will never say a word of intercession for these people, so Zhou Lianrong will always I couldn't help but panic, afraid that one day I would be hated like that by An Minghui, and I would never hear the other party smiling gently and saying to me: "It's okay, I'm not angry."

So no matter how unbearable it was, he couldn't forcefully ask An Minghui to accept him.

But it's different now, An Minghui said that he also likes him, and he can hug him, watch him, and even do more intimate things as a lover.

The love between two people is a strange word to Zhou Lianrong, but he thinks it should be one of the most pleasing words in the world.

He wanted to see An Minghui immediately.

Every meter of the road seemed to be more than twice as long as before. This was the first time he drove the car so roughly, even if it was only a second earlier.

Hurry up, hurry up, you can see him soon...

Opening the door and getting out of the car, Zhou Lianrong's legs immediately ran towards the direction that he had walked by countless times. He didn't care about anything in his mind. He only knew that he was going to see that person soon, and that he would immediately get a gentle hug. kisses.

When he finally came to the familiar building, he saw more than a dozen residents discussing around the building. From the gaps in the crowd, he saw a person lying quietly on the ground with a pool of blood under his body, stained with blood. Red that familiar white coat.

--Who is that?

His legs were already heading there before the brain analyzed the situation at this moment, an old man stopped him on the way, and said sympathetically: "Don't get too close, if you have the courage to look over just now, it seems that you are out of breath. Look, there is another one lying there, I heard that the two fell off one after the other... The police and ambulance should arrive later, oh, why did you say that such a good young man..."

As if she didn't hear the man's words, Zhou Lianrong walked forward quietly, knelt down beside the young man, and gently stroked the blood-stained face.

The people around were chattering non-stop, as if talking about something, but he could no longer hear these meaningless words.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." He murmured softly, lowering his head and kissing the lips that had lost their blood.

This person is still as usual, quiet and soft. If those eyes are opened, all the sunshine and beauty in the world must still be reflected in them.

They didn't kiss many times, and Zhou Lianrong could easily recall every detail. The taste was different each time, but each time was so sweet that it was intoxicating.And this late kiss was the only one that tasted only bitter.

He has played so many characters and performed countless times of life and death, but he never knew that when he saw another person lying in a pool of blood, his heart would really hurt to the point of suffocation.

I never knew that when a person's body temperature gradually drops, he will feel as if he has fallen into an ice cave.

Zhou Lianrong looked at An Minghui's face with closed eyes, and asked softly as if muttering to himself: "Didn't you ask me to come here? Why didn't you get up and talk to me?"

***

After the Spring Festival, three topics suddenly exploded on the Internet, and the popularity continued for a long time. Many people would sigh when they mentioned it. There are even many sensitive girls who can't help crying every time they see related reports .

These three topics are:

Zhou Lianrong and An Minghui come out and admit their relationship

An Minghui was attacked and fell to his death

Zhou Lianrong commits suicide by jumping off a building

The author has something to say: Zhou Lianrong's work diary:

Thank you.

I am sorry.

I love you.

I didn’t want to beep on such a hard-core chapter, but some readers in the comment area misunderstood it, so I’ll add a few more beeps

The bento is really stiff, but this is intentionally designed

Not willful nonsense!