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Yi Hui kept silent, Zhou Jinheng turned on the car stereo and asked him where he was going in the afternoon in the soothing music.
"Go to the Artists Association." Yi Hui said succinctly.
The place is very close to here, Zhou Jinheng didn't drive fast, and he arrived within half an hour. When Zhou Jinheng got off the bus, he asked what time he would pick him up, and Yi Hui said, "No, I'll go back by myself."
Walking on the boulevard in the courtyard of the Artists Association, Yi Hui thought that in the next four months, he must not take the initiative to provoke Zhou Jinheng, nor speak. This guy didn't know when to learn the skills, not only would he comfort himself, but he would also spread other people's words to cheer him up, and even a simple sentence could be interpreted by him to have an unwarranted meaning.
It was obviously not like this in the past. He wanted to get wind and rain, and there was no need to give himself an anesthetic through this commoner's spiritual victory method.
Yi Hui found that the frequency of comparing his two lifetimes has increased recently, and he even began to wonder if he really had no other meaning when he said those words, such as subconsciously expressing concern.
This thought made Yi Hui panic. An art exchange meeting was being held in the building of the Artists Association. Tang Wenxi was not here. After listening to the lecture, he walked to the corner and sat down, holding a disposable cup in a daze.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
A voice rang in his ear, Yi Hui said "you sit" without thinking, and when the person really sat down in the vacant seat next to him, Yi Hui glanced sideways and was immediately stunned.
The man smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Fang Youqing."
After hesitating for about three or five seconds, Yi Hui raised his hand and shook it back: "My name is Jiang Yihui."
This is an exchange meeting for art lovers, and it is not unusual to meet him. Thinking so, Yi Hui took a sip of water to calm his heartbeat that had been racing since hearing the name.
This is the second time he has heard Fang Youqing's name. The first time was in his previous life. He heard from others what an excellent person Fang Youqing was and how unforgettable Zhou Jinheng had for him. While Yi Hui was ashamed, he still held hope in his heart. , He thinks it's all in the past, Zhou Jinheng has already married him, and will slowly forget that first love that didn't die.
The result was that he was too optimistic. Throughout the three years, which time did Zhou Jinheng not take out his anger at him because of those unfulfilled regrets? Even the pitiful tenderness of physical touch is based on that similarity.
Looking around at the people sitting beside him, Yi Hui found that he did have many similarities with him, the same amber eyes, the same upturned nose, the same wavy lip peak when not speaking, even The line from the chin to the neck is similar to what he sees in the mirror.
No wonder Zhou Jinheng was able to deal with him back then. Yi Hui thought with a self-deprecating shyness that at the time, he called making love a game because of his shyness. Looking back now, playing a game is the best summary of their ironic relationship.
There is no love, there is only a contract. Apart from that game, there is only care left. If there is a destiny, he and Zhou Jinheng may be in conflict with each other, no matter how many lives they are destined to have no good results.
"I remember that Mr. Jiang was the gold medal winner of the live painting competition held by the Artists Association last year, right?"
Fang Youqing's words brought Jiang Yihui's thoughts back to the moment, he replied, Fang Youqing laughed: "I participated in the final review at that time, and the 'break of dawn' was really shocking, but the use of colors was too monotonous, Originally, the organizing committee planned to award it as a silver award, but I strongly recommended it and asked for extra points to be included in the gold award.”
Yi Hui didn't know about this, so he didn't know whether to thank first or ask why.
Fortunately, Fang Youqing did not sell Guanzi, and said directly: "Because the person in the painting is very similar to a person I know, I thought at the time that if I can paint a person so radiant, as if they are above everything in the mountains and rivers, the painter must be very good. Love this man."
Yi Hui's heart skipped a beat, he swallowed dryly, and said, "No, I don't love him, I just drew it casually."
"Ah, is that so? I thought people in the world who love painting would hide such careful thoughts," Fang Youqing said with regret, then smiled again, "But the person I'm talking about is very similar to the person in the painting. man, he's my love... I love him very much."
In the afternoon, Yi Hui went to the hospital to visit Jiang Xuemei, saw a handful of daisies on the bedside, and asked where it came from, Jiang Yimang pulled him aside and said, "The surnamed Zhou came here just now, and when my mother was sleeping, I would I didn't shout. Fortunately, he didn't say anything, just put down the flowers and left."
Yi Hui guessed that Zhou Jinheng had been busy recently. Otherwise, why would he have to make a trip in person when he could just send an assistant
On the bus back home, entertainment news was broadcast, and I took stock of the scandal-ridden stars this year. Zhou Jinheng was on the list because of the strike. In pursuit of impact, the show moved all the negative news from Zhou Jinheng’s debut four years ago, including the beginning of the year. I was photographed going to a wedding ring customization center.
It has been half a year since the news, and Yi Hui avoided it at the time. I don't know if the ring I saw by accident came from this store. Now I look at the photo on the TV screen, with Zhou Jinheng wearing a mask. Is it not Fang Youqing who is sitting at the bar
The possibility of accompanying friends is not ruled out, but Fang Youqing, who uses the title "lover", cannot be unilateral.
But what does this have to do with me? Yi Hui retracted his gaze and looked out of the window where the twilight was lined up. The manic-depressive mood surged up, and suddenly he didn't want to go back.
He got off the bus at the next stop. This generation is a bustling downtown area, and it is more interesting to walk around than to be bored in a room with walls on all sides.
A quiet flowing river runs from the east to the west of the commercial street, passing by several quaint wooden bridges, and seeing a piece of land beside the bridge ahead, a gurgling spring has been chiseled.
This kind of place where people come and go is his former forbidden area. Yi Hui only remembers that when he was very young, his mother brought him here to play, and he held his hand tightly the whole time, for fear that he would get lost.
Perhaps because it was getting late, there were not as many people today as he used to. He stepped forward and found an inconspicuous place to stand, watching the people passing by and stopping at the coins covered in the bottom of the pool, then either disdainfully walked away, or took out Make a wish with a coin.
It seems that everyone can see his own shadow, the one who once pinned his hopes on the ethereal god.
"Quick, give me the coins, I heard that this place is very spiritual, I want a few more wishes."
"...all thrown in?"
"Well, throw a little more to show sincerity."
"What wish?"
"Wish to turn back time."
"Um?"
"It's better to go back to when we were still in school. I confessed to you early and held you firmly. If you want to go abroad, I will go with you too, and you can't get rid of me."
"It's fine now."
…
It was a same-sex couple, Yi Hui was fascinated, ignoring the vague sense of familiarity, standing in a daze until he was woken up by the sound of "Hui Hui" and raised his head to meet two pairs of surprised eyes.
In the quiet teahouse, most of the tables and chairs are empty, and the fragrance of tea leaves the air warm and humid. Sitting in the middle of the room, the coldness of early autumn is completely isolated.
Ye Qin picked up the teacup and took a sip. He stuck out his tongue in disgust, but he still kept a smile on his face: "It's not, it's not.
Yi Hui lowered his head, not knowing where to put his gaze: "The person you're talking about... is he a lot like me?"
"In terms of appearance, it's not very similar." Cheng Feichi, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up, "It can be said that they are two different people."
Yi Hui's throat was dry: "Then..."
Cheng Feichi, who was sitting across from him, looked down at his hand that squeezed the wall of the cup, and said, "Intuition, intuition is unreasonable."
"It's really unreasonable." Ye Qin put his chin in one hand, looked at Yi Hui and said, "If I was the only one today, I might only secretly doubt it. He thought so too, and I stopped you on an impulse."
Yi Hui was nervously watched by him. For fear of saying more and more mistakes, he denied it again: "I am not the person you are looking for. My family lives in the south, and I recently came here to work. I will be back in a few months."
"Okay, okay, I know you're not, just be a friend, don't be nervous." Ye Qin pushed the refreshment that had just arrived in front of him, "Do you like sweets?"
Yi Hui nodded first, then shook his head, blushing from the tangle: "I can eat, a little bit."
Ye Qin smiled: "Then eat more."
After drinking the tea that felt like sitting on pins and needles, Yi Hui was in a hurry to leave. Ye Qin finished eating the last few melon seeds on the plate, reminding him to remember to put on his jacket before going out, and asked him where he bought this painful jacket. Hui replied that his friend did it, turned his head hastily to the door, and just took two steps out, when he was stopped again.
"You didn't ask who we were looking for."
Yi Hui turned around slowly, his eyes still falling on the ground: "Who, who?"
"His younger brother." Ye Qin pointed to Cheng Feichi, and then pointed to himself, "also my younger brother."
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Because of this little episode, Yi Hui walked into the gate of the community just after ten o'clock at night.
The 12-hour time limit had already exceeded, but he couldn't be in a hurry. He walked slowly, thinking about something while walking.
As he walked, his eyes were dull with dampness.
When he was just reborn, he took his previous life as a joke, thinking that he lived a thorough life, but in the end he died in a daze and didn't get anything in the end.
Yi Hui looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. It turned out not to be the case, it turned out that some people still miss him, and some people can find him out of the crowd at a glance.
But he has no way to admit it, whether he is timid or selfish, since he has chosen this path, he can only go on firmly. He can't bear the identity of two people, and he doesn't want to go back to the past.
Going back in time is an opportunity that many people wish for, but he doesn't want.
It's enough to experience those love-hate entanglements once, and it's enough to be sad for that fool named Yi Hui. They should live happily instead of indulging in sadness for the dead fool.
When he was still stupid, he knew that what he said should be counted, and when he said he wanted to be Jiang Yihui, even if he knew that he was deceiving himself, he would lie to everyone for the rest of his life.
After a long time, maybe you can even hide it from yourself.
After walking around the community twice, and then sitting on the empty bench to calm down for a long time, Yi Hui stood up, rubbing his sore eyes, and turned left at the end of the cobblestone path following the impression he had walked countless times.
Just after rubbing his eyes, he was able to see, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Jinheng standing on the side of the road in front of his house, the same position he saw last time at the door, where he took the security guard's flower.
Yi Hui walked straight forward, bypassed him, and when he entered the courtyard to open the door, he heard Zhou Jinheng ask behind him, "Where are you going?"
Yi Hui didn't answer, picked the key point and said, "I don't have enough time to make up for it tomorrow."
The time lost today will be filled tomorrow, and I did this once last week to take care of Jiang Xuemei's vigil.
So he didn't know why Zhou Jinheng was so excited this time. When he was pinched by his wrist and pressed against the wall of the entrance, he was still stunned.
"I asked where you went."
The voice was so deep that Yi Hui was stunned for a moment. However, there is no smell of alcohol on the nose, and Zhou Jinheng didn't drink. What is going on
"It has nothing to do with you." Yi Hui looked at him, "The agreement didn't say to report to you where he went."
He also has a temper. He was brought here by Zhou Jinheng and kept in captivity for no apparent reason. He also has resentment in his heart, and now he is being questioned inexplicably. Yi Hui can no longer remain silent.
Hearing a familiar chuckle, Yi Hui was about to take the opportunity to free his hand from Zhou Jinheng's restraint, but the hand that was holding him suddenly squeezed tightly, and then his back suddenly left the wall, and Yi Hui was dragged away. Stumbled upstairs.
"What are you doing... you let me go!"
Being dragged vigorously up the last step, Yi Hui realized later that something was wrong.
Zhou Jin was clearly mad, and the anger that had been hidden for a long time poured out, even worse than before. Yi Hui felt that his wrist was about to be broken by him. When he fell into the bed, he didn't care about being dizzy and rubbed his left wrist first.
Fortunately, it was just red, and no bones were injured. He still has a manuscript to draw tomorrow.
Zhou Jinheng then pressed him up, seeing him move his body thinking he wanted to run, grabbed his two arms and pressed them to the sides, panting, "Agreement? Yes, I should have let you fulfill the agreement a long time ago. You stay away from home and run around."
This sounded familiar. Remembering that Zhou Jinheng used this sentence to trap him at home in his previous life, and he still took it as a worry for himself, Yi Hui couldn't help but chuckle: "Why, it's enough to pretend to be a good person, and finally show your true colors?"
After he finished speaking, he felt a sense of relief that he had not seen for a long time.
Beginning with Dora Hem, Zhou Jinheng was not as reckless and sloppy as before, and even the kindness to him was slow and gentle, so gentle that it was almost imperceptible, and the accumulation of little by little around him made him unable to refuse.
What he was waiting for was this day, which made Zhou Jinheng anxious and asked him to tear off his disguise, be it beating or scolding, it was true that the two would not owe each other. Thinking of this, Yi Hui finally felt happy in his heart, wishing that Zhou Jinheng would start now, so that he could escape from the swamp that was getting deeper and deeper.
Zhou Jinheng was indeed provoked by him, and his deliberately restrained eyes became sharp, as if a storm was brewing in it.
It was too late to refuse until he noticed that the bloodthirsty in his pupils contained a vague desire.
Zhou Jinheng leaned down and slammed Yi Hui's half-opened lips hard, first biting hard, then licking it carefully. Before Yi Hui could react, he opened his teeth and stuck his tongue in, exchanging saliva while breathing wrapped around him. Hard to tell.
It's not that I haven't kissed him in my last life. Occasionally, Zhou Jinheng would reluctantly kiss him when he became interested, but it was the first time Yi Hui had experienced such a kiss that was so close to being one.
The smell of Zhou Jinheng filled his mouth and nose, Yi Hui couldn't help shaking, his shaking hands finally broke free, climbed Zhou Jinheng's shoulders, pushed him away with a force, and shouted, "What are you doing?"
Zhou Jinheng lost his focus and was still immersed in the kiss just now. He was suddenly awakened by Yi Hui's resisting eyes and said with a sneer, "You don't think I kept you here for charity, do you?"
Yi Hui's breathing stagnated, as if he did not expect Zhou Jinheng to speak out so frankly. He didn't want to do it, and he didn't want to do it with Zhou Jinheng, so he forced himself to calm down and said, "It's not written in the agreement that it will be repaid in this way."
"It's written in the agreement that the right of interpretation belongs to Party A, that is, me." Zhou Jinheng pressed his mouth against Yi Hui's auricle, as if a demon had pronounced the sentence, "I will pay it back as I say."
With one hand on Yi Hui's side, he lowered the other hand, lifted the thin cloth, and touched the sensitive skin around his waist with his scorching palm. Yi Hui trembled even more, but he was not as strong as Zhou Jinheng. He couldn't hold one of his hands, and his legs bent on both sides couldn't exert any strength. He could only let him lift the hem and push the clothes to his chest. , the big hand rubbed back and forth on his cool skin.
The heavy breathing lingered in his ears, and when the hot and humid lips fell on the collarbone, Yi Hui shuddered, freeing one hand to touch the wire at the head of the bed, gritted his teeth and pulled it up, only to hear a chaotic sound, put it on the bed. The glass table lamp on the bedside table was picked up by him with the lampshade and the bottom support, and smashed heavily on Zhou Jinheng.
The movement stopped with the sound of glass breaking, but it didn't stop completely. Before the person pressing on him raised his head, he buried his head in his shoulder and took a deep breath.
Xu Shi was in severe pain, and Yi Hui was shaking intermittently when he heard his breathing.
Zhou Jinheng gritted his teeth, because the blue veins on his neck burst out because he tried so hard, and he looked like he was going to kill someone. But when looking at him, Yi Hui still saw the nostalgia hidden in the rage in his eyes, as well as the pain projected in his eyes from nowhere.
The pain seemed to materialize, cracking from the middle of the pupil, with deep spider web patterns, and each piece of different size was stained with blood.
It reminded Yi Hui of the first meeting after his rebirth. Zhou Jinheng looked at him with such eyes, called him "Huihui" and asked him to go home with him.
I don't know if it was God's intention to play tricks, but the person he was trying to hide from was the first to recognize him, and to this day there is no doubt that he has exhausted his means, pressed step by step, and never gave up after being hit again and again.
And he never admitted it once, never gave any hope.
A drop of warm liquid landed on his face, Yi Hui blinked, his palms slowly spread out, and the lamp that had been extinguished fell on the floor.
"You said you would continue to love me, always love me, and love me forever." Every time he said the word "love", Zhou Jinheng's voice became hoarse, but more than the pain in his body, what frightened him more was the repeated words of the person in front of him. He denied it coldly, "This is what you said... You can't lie to me."
Yi Hui's eyes widened suddenly, as if being dragged into the time-space tunnel by the words he hand-written, and he couldn't help but watch the time rewinding rapidly in front of his eyes.
In a picture album hidden in a previous life, Zhou Jinheng is the majestic lion in Yi Hui's writings. He is arrogant, self-confident and unrestrained.
At that time, Yi Hui only saw his dazzling brilliance, but he didn't know that the arrogant lion would cry when he was injured, would willingly expose his vulnerable side, would look at him, and whimper like he would only be abandoned. little beast.
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