Zhong Chen was awakened by the nightmare.
In the dream, after Qi Linqing knew his identity in the previous life, he despised him with extremely cold eyes.
"A gentleman has a saying, a liar...will break up."
The other party dropped the indifferent words, turned and left.
Instantly it rained heavily on the street.
The rain drenched the sky and ruined it exquisitely.
He watched the other person's back gradually drifting away, melting into the dark sea of people and rain.
Zhong Chen's face was pale, and he was about to catch up and try to persuade him to stay.
Then he woke up.
The shirt was stuck to his back, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately it was just a dream.
Zhong Chen woke up and touched the side of the bed vaguely.
The bed was empty.
This realization made him very uneasy.
"Qi Linqing?" he called.
The curtains in the room were drawn tightly. There was still an intense astringency in the air from last night.
Zhong Chen turned over and got out of bed, stretched his hips in a sharp movement, and almost had a cardiac arrest.
He felt as if he had run the Long March last night. His whole body seemed to be falling apart.
Zhong Chen hastily pushed open the bedroom door.
He ran to the living room panting, but suddenly froze.
The apartment has excellent lighting, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows shine in a burst of warm and bright sunshine in the morning.
The light fell on the man who was busy in the kitchen, casting a faint golden halo.
A man in a pink cartoon apron brings breakfast out of the pot and puts it on the table.
"Are you awake?" He turned his head and smiled slightly at Zhong Chen.
The light fell on the man's cheek. At this moment, his eyes were full of tenderness.
The animal that looked like fried hair was instantly appeased by the master's big hand, Zhong Chen calmed down, stepped forward to hug him, buried his head on his neck and rubbed it.
"It's so kind of you to make me breakfast." Zhong Chen muttered.
Qi Linqing: "Isn't this a normal thing?"
"Hehe, I'm afraid you'll run away." Zhong Chen pulled out his chair and sat down, picked up a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl, and put it into his mouth.
The fragrant and hot soft rice instantly envelops the taste buds.
Zhong Chen smacked his lips contentedly.
Qi Linqing was inexplicably guilty, but he didn't show it at all.
"Where can I go?" He said nonchalantly, "I just want to run into your heart now."
"Pfft—" Zhong Chen spit out a mouthful of porridge.
Right in the middle of Qi Linqing's crotch.
He woke up in the morning and took a piece of Zhong Chen's trousers to wear.
Khaki, a little skinny.
With a wet shadow, it looks very much like a map of China sprinkled with rice grains.
Zhong Chen: "..."
Qi Linqing: "..."
"I'm sorry." Zhong Chen hurriedly took out the napkin and tried to wipe it for the other party, "I didn't mean it... It's just that you rarely say such kind of earthy love talk, and I was a little taken aback."
Qi Linqing's forehead veins twitched slightly, feeling a little helpless:
"You were struck by lightning?"
Zhong Chen nodded, "Yes, □□, the sky is thundering."
Qi Linqing: "... sorry, I won't say it next time."
Zhong Chen immediately said: "No, you can tell me hard."
Qi Linqing: "?"
Zhong Chen maintained a smile on his face and said: "I also hope to be shocked more severely, I can withstand it."
Qi Linqing: "???"
this.
After breakfast, Zhong Chen was going to work.
As an entrepreneurial college student at school, he has to deal with a lot of things every day, and it is normal for him to work until midnight.
From a certain level, he and Qi Linqing are actually the same kind of career-oriented people.
Qi Linqing sent him downstairs, pretending that everything was as usual. He even gave him an intimate parting kiss.
Qi Linqing often has this expression of no waves in the ancient well.
No one could fathom the turbulent undercurrent in his heart.
Zhong Chen waved to Qi Linqing before getting into the car, "Remember to send me a message when you go back to school."
"okay."
Qi Linqing looked over the car window and landed on the secretary Liang Mingshan who was sitting in the passenger seat.
The glass reflects the delicate profile of the young man.
Unexpectedly, they would see each other again after so many years.
The once immature little boy has grown up, no wonder he didn't recognize him at first sight.
Taking a closer look now, Qi Linqing could feel that there was indeed a shadow of Liang Mingshan's past on his face.
But he was very strange, both he and Zhong Chen borrowed other people's bodies when they traveled to this world.
But the other party's appearance didn't change.
Mingshan recognizes the master.
This is the case with the personal servants raised by these aristocratic families in the capital. The concept of master and servant has been deeply rooted in their minds from generation to generation.
And Qi Linqing knew that Mingshan and Liang Luoduan had a very good relationship.
Contact me for the details before.
There is a 90% chance in ten to prove that Zhong Chen is Liang Luoduan.
It's like an intermittent dotted line. After getting important clues to connect, everything makes sense.
Qi Linqing left Tomson's apartment calmly.
He was not in a hurry to take a taxi back.
Instead, he walked aimlessly on the street.
The wind was strong and cool, and the sycamore trees on the side of the road were blown down.
Qi Linqing saw the 7-11 convenience store on the side of the road, opened the door and went in.
He remembered one late night.
Also on the street of the convenience store, a large truck sped past.
Regardless of being bumped, Zhong Chen still wants to protect the ancient painting that he ghostwritten for Yuan Sihao.
It turns out that everything has cause and effect since then.
The funny thing is that he didn't notice it at the time.
A new message pops up on the phone.
Zhong Chen: [Have you not arrived at school yet]
[arrive. ]
Qi Linqing typed the reply with his hands, and leaned over to grab a handful of pink strawberry-flavored lollipops from the box.
After paying the bill, he walked out of the convenience store.
Before I knew it, it was late autumn.
Pedestrians on the road wore windbreakers and sweaters.
This is the old town of City B. Hutongs, winding old alleys, blue tiles and gray walls left over from ancient times, and high-rise buildings behind them constitute a mirage.
Students with schoolbags and red scarves are waiting for the school bus. The old man at the entrance of the alley was carrying an iron cage for birds with his hands behind his back.
A man in a suit and tie walks into a subway station. The old man walking the dog, and the middle-aged woman walking out of the vegetable market with a basket swayed slowly.
The aroma of steamed buns wafts from the old breakfast shop, and the owner bends down to beat soybean milk in an iron bucket.
Qi Linqing didn't know where to continue walking, so he simply stopped and stood by the side of the road in a daze.
The homeless man who emerged from the alley next to him rolled up the newspaper and gave him a strange look.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
Qi Linqing shook his head.
The tramp took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, fumbled for one, handed him one, and said:
"Come on little brother, don't be shy."
"Sorry, I don't smoke." Qi Linqing refused.
"Don't vape." The homeless man put the cigarette behind his ears, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter with this sad face? Break up? Did you get cheated on?"
Qi Linqing: "No."
"Then bankruptcy? Career failure? Someone in the family died? Find out you have cancer?"
"None." Qi Linqing said vaguely, "Just a little thing."
Compared with these emotional shocks and life and death, the moral sense of master and apprentice he has encountered so far is really nothing.
Homeless man: "Is such a big deal worth worrying about for a handsome guy like you? Listen to me, learn to smoke, and it only takes one cigarette. Make sure you forget all your troubles."
Qi Linqing smiled, "You're right."
Calm down, Qi Linqing reconciles with her heart.
It's not worth worrying about.
Let the past be the past, there is no need to worry about it.
The important thing is that he and Zhong Chen are real every minute and every second.
There is no need to let each other know the truth.
[Apprentice Liang Luoduan is not dead.
Moreover, he became his lover]
Qi Linqing passed by the bookstore and bought some books related to Liang Luoduan.
But the selection is basically historical biography.
The clerk noticed this scene and came forward to recommend it to him, "Look at this "Love of the Master of Liang", a new series by Jinjiang author Sa Chuan Chuan. It is full of meaty fragrance. You can't miss it. This year, the store is almost sold out..."
Qi Linqing coughed lightly, saw the three entangled men on the cover, and asked with some doubts:
"Is this a story about Liang Guoshi and who?"
Clerk: "Oh, this is a threesome, Liang Guoshi and the emperor, and the infatuated sadomasochism of Master Bai Yueguang who has been in love for many years."
Qi Linqing: "..."
absurd!
What's even more damning is that he actually saw Zhong Chen buying the entire series in the apartment!
Did the other party also have unreasonable thoughts about the emperor? !
"Sun Tzu's Art of War" says, know yourself and the enemy, and you will win every battle.
With a sullen face, Qi Linqing threw the entire volume of "Loving Master Liang Guoshi" into the shopping basket.
He wants to see what this author can make up.
The scene of the new book launch event of "Loving Master Liang Guoshi".
The atmosphere at the scene was hot, and readers waiting outside the venue had already formed a long queue.
interview session.
The host handed the microphone in front of the author and asked: "Master Sagawa Chuan, I heard that you are a fan of Liang Luoduan. You have written three works with him as the protagonist, and they are very popular. I heard that they have been sold now." Is the copyright going to be adapted into a film and television?"
"Yes." The author nodded.
Host: "At present, many netizens question you for abusing history, and speculate about Liang Luoduan's role with a lot of personal emotions. What do you want to say about this?"
"Uh, I want to say that what I write are all novels, please don't take it seriously. But I absolutely did not abuse history, everything I wrote is based on historical records. Just like Liang Luoduan's fixed cp master in my article, it is me After checking a certain partial history, it was indeed recorded that Liang Luoduan once said that he had a strange feeling for a teacher who taught him painting when he was young."
"Although we still don't know who this mysterious master is, based on the reality, we can have rich imaginations. Fu Yi, vigorously supporting the Southern School. At present, most Jinjiang authors think that his master may be the painting saint Fu Yi."
"Whatever. We have no evidence for these. However, Liang Luoduan is as good as Longyang, but it is an indisputable fact in history."
The author paused at this point, and did not forget to advertise: "By the way, my last work "Those Love History That Emperor Master Liang Luoduan Has to Tell" will be adapted into a TV series and released, please stay tuned!"
…
That night, Qi Linqing lit the lamp and read all of Sa Chuanchuan's series of novels.
There's a lot of weird stuff in there.
For example, the master in the story "Loving Master Liang Guo", because Liang Luoduan missed class for a while, he had to make him kneel on a snowy night.
Qi Linqing was unbelievable, didn't the author think that this is a very unreasonable thing
How could an unknown painter have the right to torture a prominent child of a noble family.
Furthermore, why did the worse Master treated Liang Luoduan, the more Liang Luoduan loved him
Later the master was imprisoned.
In order to save him, Liang Luoduan committed himself to the emperor tearfully...
What kind of bloody plot is this
Qi Linqing couldn't understand, but was greatly shocked.
And the more you look at it, the more angry you become.
The author has something to say: Qi Linqing: Reading a novel also makes me jealous, author, are you okay