Xiao Junyi originally just wanted to ease the atmosphere and to make Chen Yuanming feel relieved. He didn't even take it seriously, but just regarded it as an ordinary chat. However, when Chen Yuanming's "dream" came out, Xiao Junyi slowly sat up straight, which was different from what he imagined.
He didn't expect Chen Yuanming to say this, after all, even if it was put into a story, it was the most bizarre kind, and it could only be used as a joke. But Xiao Junyi couldn't laugh. The more he listened, the more he found that the story explained a lot of things, some things that he had never been able to understand and was also shocking.
Due to the sore throat caused by the high fever, Chen Yuanming's speech was not fast, with a tired hoarseness, but every sentence and every word was so clear, as if he had ruminated countless times. However, even so, the story is still not long. After a while, the room returned to tranquility, and only the strong smell of disinfectant indicated the reality they were in.
It's too quiet... Chen Yuanming slowly lowered his eyes, seemed to have exhausted all his strength, slipped his fingertips, and let go of the hand he was holding. But this action awakened Xiao Junyi, he grabbed backhand and held Chen Yuanming firmly again.
"Is this the 'dream' you want to tell me?" Looking at the other's face worn away by high heat and exhaustion, Xiao Junyi frowned, "Say you dreamed about the future. Or, you have lived once, just with that memory. Reborn."
Is this kind of thing possible
"Yes, it is absolutely true..." Chen Yuanming smiled, but the smile did not enter his eyes. "I'm never as good as you think, I just… know the outcome in advance."
An unfair game.
Xiao Junyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What about me? Have I ever appeared in your dreams?"
"there has never been."
"No Xiao family? No An Xin? No Xiao Junyi?"
Silence replaced the answer.
Looking at the lover on the sickbed, Xiao Junyi lost his language for a while. This is like the most classic paradox. Without Chen Yuanming, without his "dream", maybe he and his family would have taken a completely different path. Maybe he died in his favorite racing car a few years ago, maybe the epidemic that spread to Beijing in later life will take his life, maybe he passed his life in such obscurity and became an ordinary dude. He doesn't know what he will look like in that world, but what he can be sure of is that in this life, he has embarked on a completely different path - because of this man in front of him.
With a smile on his lips, Xiao Junyi stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Chen Yuanming's forehead. There, the cold sweat condensed again, densely packed, like a sinner waiting for the final sentence. Little by little, he wiped the sweat with his fingers.
"This should be a secret you keep for the rest of your life."
No matter how intimate, no matter how trusting, it is a secret that will never be put into practice.
"You told me about it, do you want to give me the right to choose too?"
That smile brightened up.
"Actually, you already made a choice, but you never noticed it."
Chen Yuanming raised his head and stared blankly at the smiling face in front of him.
"Without you, Feiyan would not exist."
"No, it just . . . died."
Xiao Junyi ignored Chen Yuanming's explanation and continued, "Where's the anti-piracy fund? Where's the golden stone? What about Guoxing? What about Henan Mining? Even your Lianzhong Technical School, Eagle's Nest China... They may still exist, but they won't. Like it is now, it will not go so smoothly. If everything you have experienced is true, then you have not wasted this divine gift, you have used everything in the most correct place."
"God doesn't take it, it's to blame. But how to use this gift, everyone will have different choices. There are too many temptations and too many misunderstandings. You could have lived a cautious, rich and comfortable life. Life. Use what you know to acquire enviable wealth and spend your life easily. But you don't."
Xiao Junyi lowered his head and put his forehead close to the other's forehead, one was cold and the other was hot. He once thought that the person in front of him would be a book he would never understand, and curiosity was the key to tempting him to sink. However, now that the book was spread out in front of him, he found that he had long been attracted to it, not because of the secrets, but because of the truth behind the secrets.
"It was your choice that captured me, from that 'smart plan', from that issue of "Focus Interview"... Chen Yuanming, I have never regretted falling in love with you, not because of those talents and talents, but because of yourself. You let me I've become a better person, a man who can match you. And that's my choice."
They were so close together that their breaths almost mingled in one place. Something slipped from the corner of Chen Yuanming's eyes and dripped on the pillow.
"I'm just, terrified that they will disappear, just as they come..."
"Like a dream, a ghost that can't be grasped? That's why you tried your best, even to the point of exhausting yourself?" Xiao Junyi hugged the person in his arms, "Then now, you can try to let go of these, Use me as your anchor, use me to prove that your world is not an illusion, to make sure that you get what you give. I will hold your hand firmly, so that you will no longer fall into this nightmare, no longer lost direction."
With that said, Xiao Junyi suddenly laughed and whispered, "Chen Yuanming, would you like to try it with me?"
Just like what he said when he first courted seriously, but as time flies, the meaning of this sentence is no longer the same as it was back then.
In this warm and tight embrace, the fear and shadow are slowly fading, Chen Yuanming stretched out his hand, the pain caused by the high fever did not dissipate, but he was so hard that he hugged his lover tightly.
"Xiao Junyi, I love you."
"This is not a standard answer..."
A chuckle replaced the murmur, drowned out by the kisses again. On this not-so-spacious hospital bed, the two snuggle up sweetly like cross-necked swans, and are no longer separated.
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half year later
Hong Kong ushered in the first heat wave in the midsummer. The world-renowned Sino-British handover ceremony has just ended. This free port, which has been away from the motherland for a century and a half, has finally returned to the arms of its mother. It became a sea of redbuds and bright red.
The return ceremony was held vigorously, like the grandest celebration. It's not just about the dominance of Hong Kong, it also represents the beginning of a real revival and take-off of a giant dragon. There are so many people and so many reasons to be proud of this.
But at this moment, there is a cloud of gloom lingering in Southeast Asia. Since the beginning of March this year, hedge funds led by Quantum Fund have begun to attack the Thai baht. Thailand is determined to fight to the death, but after the three-month fierce battle, they did not resist the bite of these giant crocodiles, and their foreign exchange reserves of 30 billion US dollars were exhausted. In early July, the Bank of Thailand was forced to announce a floating exchange rate system, abandoning the 13-year-old peg between the baht and the dollar. At the end of July, the Thai baht officially fell.
Just like the "herd effect", the fall of the Thai baht has brought financial turmoil in Southeast Asian countries. The Philippines, Indonesia, and Malaysia, whose economic structures are fragile, bear the brunt of the situation, followed by Singapore, South Korea, Taiwan and Hong Kong, which are known as the "Four Little Dragons". Like a domino, the whole of Southeast Asia has become a mess. Everyone is looking for a solution, and they are all vigilant about the behind-the-scenes hands of international currency investors. Even Hong Kong, which has just returned to China, is no exception.
In the most famous luxury residential area of Repulse Bay in Hong Kong, in a villa surrounded by forests, a figure is wandering among the blue waves, like the most brisk live fish. He was a very healthy young man, his shoulders and backs were like taut bows and arrows, his narrow waist was tightened, his abdominal muscles were slightly exposed, a pair of short and close-fitting swimming trunks outlined a coveted figure, and his two long legs were hitting the water. , push yourself forward. Although swimming goggles and water splashes blocked his face, this figure alone is enough to make most women admire and more men to be jealous.
The man only swam a few back and forth, reached out and grabbed the stairs next to the pool and dragged himself out of the water. Picking up the towel on the reclining chair, he wiped his wet hair and walked into the room. On the dining table in the living room, the steaming food was already set, which made people twitch.
Picking up a glass of fresh orange juice, he didn't stop at the table, but walked straight into the room. Inside was a spacious office. A lot of books and materials were piled up in the whole room, and he faced the boss's desk at the door. , a man is bowing his head and writing quickly.
Throwing the bath towel on the ground, he walked over with a smile.
"Have you finished swimming?" Without looking up, the man at the desk asked with a smile.
"2000 meters, enough for rehabilitation." With a wet body of water vapor, he probed over. "Or the Tiger Fund thing?"
"Well, it's always useful to surround Wei to save Zhao." Finally, after writing the last word, the man smiled and closed the notebook, raised his head and gave his lover a light kiss.
He returned the kiss generously, twirling the tip of his tongue teasingly in his mouth. At the end of the kiss, those peach blossom eyes narrowed contentedly, like a big cat who had eaten the sweetness.
"Why don't we have a meal together first, the stock market won't run anyway. I thought you were looking for me for a vacation..."
"It's called family members of the military." Smiling, he raised his hand and rubbed the other party's wet black hair, and the man stood up.
"Oh? When are you going to look for a military uniform to wear?" With a wicked smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand and wrapped his lover's waist, leading him to the living room...
The bright summer sunlight wafted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, sweeping across the piles of documents on the table, the buzzing computers, and the bookcases full of books in the depths. In the most eye-catching position of the bookcase, a mirror frame reflects a faint light, in the photo and outside the photo, two identical halos set off the still frame so movingly.
Not far away, on the TV screen with the volume turned down, the red and green blocks began to beat, and the undercurrent of money roared like running water. The laughter from the living room bounced back, obediently dormant back to his own domain.
A new day begins.
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