Lai Chengshan walked out of the apartment, and his hind foot became a car accident. If this is posted on the Internet, who knows what everyone will think.
Fan Zeng was even a little upset, and regretted that he had invited Lai Chengshan to come. Before he had time to expose the other party as a liar, he didn't think that the man left so soon.
"I really, it would be nice if I didn't invite him in the beginning." Fan Zeng said, unconsciously thinking of the butterfly effect, "Xiao Xu, you said if I didn't invite him, would he or he would die? ."
Fan Zeng is not cruel in the end.
Even if he knew that Lai Chengshan was a liar, even if he was so angry that he wanted to expose the other party's liar behavior, Fan Zeng never thought of asking the other party to die.
He also thought this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, and couldn't help thinking about it.
Lu Xu saw the expression on Fan Zeng's face that he was eager to say nothing. He sighed and said with a smile: "If it wasn't for him to sell the master's personal settings first, you wouldn't find someone to contact him, Fan. Furthermore, no one thought he would have an accident. According to Lai Chengshan's own statement, life and death are rich and noble in the sky. It should be your inability to run, fame and fortune are like this, and so is death."
Lu Xu's words were simple, but they made sense.
"Xiaoxu, you are right!" Fan Zeng nodded as he listened, and couldn't help but look at Lu Xu with emotion, "Although you are a young kid, it's hard to understand everything. Now I'm afraid of him. I am implicated in our show, and I am afraid of implicating you..."
"What is involved?" Ji Xiunian had just come out of the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe and hair wet.
When Fan Zeng saw Ji Xiunian come out, he sighed: "It's not that Lai Chengshan was involved in trouble before he died, and he had to cue Xiaoxu's name in Weibo. It turned out to be the front and back feet. Just after talking about Xiaoxu's short life, he turned out to be I had a car accident. Of course, this has nothing to do with Xiaoxu, but everything happened so coincidentally, what do you think netizens would think?"
Fan Zeng's worries are not unreasonable. Just now, someone on the Internet was mentioning this timeline, holding Lu Xu's name with Lai Chengshan to talk about things.
Ji Xiunian glanced at Lu Xu subconsciously, not wanting him to be under too much pressure.
After all, Lu Xu was only eighteen years old, and he probably didn't have much experience with death. A person who has an intersection suddenly passed away, and many people couldn't accept it.
However, what Ji Xiunian didn't expect was that Lu Xu didn't respond much to this.
He sat there quietly listening to Fan Zeng's analysis. He was calm from beginning to end, as if he was listening to other people's things.
"Brother Fan, I don't think these are the issues we need to worry about." Fan Zeng is afraid that everyone will have something to do with Lai Chengshan's death with the show crew and Lu Xu, simply because Lai Chengshan has accumulated a lot of popularity over the years. In case there is someone who wants to have a rhythm, you will take this invitation to talk about things if you are not sure.
But Lu Xu didn't think so.
If Lai Chengshan or tearing up the show crew might still be a bit splashy, but the people are gone and they are not celebrities or entertainers, and the attention itself is not so high.
Furthermore, his is indeed a liar.
There were a lot of peeling stickers when he was alive, but at the time he was still red and had the means to press down, so there was no splash.
Now that people are gone, the dissatisfaction that was forcibly pushed down before will be like mushrooms after a rain. At that time, everyone will know what metaphysical master, but he is a liar.
It's too late to scold him, so how can I have the mind and energy to challenge the show team.
Lu Xu’s analytical head was straightforward, and Fan Zeng nodded straight aside when he heard him: "Okay, I Xu, I suddenly feel that there is nothing to worry about when you say that."
Ji Xiunian also agreed with Lu Xu's views, but he felt that Lu Xu seemed to be a little mature.
Fan Zeng finally felt relieved a lot.
"Oh, this is a little bit too much!" He looked at the time and was a little embarrassed, and smiled sly, "Look, I have been talking for so long, which has delayed the rest of you two."
It is always strange to say this. Ji Xiunian can't help saying: "Nothing, we didn't rest."
Fan Zeng knew that he was considerate of himself, so he stopped saying anything, got up and prepared to go back and continue editing: "That's OK, you two have a good rest, I'll go to the office first."
Fan Zeng left this word and wanted to leave, but Lu Xu stopped him: "Brother Fan, I don't think your face is very good. Let's rest early today."
To say that Fan Zeng has been really tired during this period of time, on average he slept less than three hours a day. It's just that in his opinion, work is more important than everything, and he waved his hand: "I still have a little tail. I will go to sleep when I finish work."
Hearing this, Lu Xu didn't force it anymore.
Everyone has his own fate, and the choice is made by himself. He just reminded it, and there is no need to interfere too much.
But as soon as Fan Zeng walked to the door, Ji Xiunian on the side also opened his mouth: "Brother Fan, did you say that Lai Chengshan expected that he would die?"
Fan Zeng didn’t understand why Ji Xiunian would ask this suddenly, so he shook his head subconsciously and said, “I’m sure I don’t know, otherwise I wouldn’t be busy doing things with my last life...”
"Yeah, I knew it was hard to buy a daughter. Look at Lai Chengshan, even if so many people believe that he was deceived by him, but now his life is gone and everything is gone..."
The body is the capital of the revolution, and this is true.
It is difficult to be fair in the world, but everyone is equal before death.
Ji Xiunian didn't say much, but Fan Zeng already understood what he meant. Recently, he also joked that he was so tired and worried about sudden death, but after talking and laughing, he still stuck in the work.
In the case of obvious physical overdraft, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents
The person who suddenly left today is Lai Chengshan, what if tomorrow is replaced by himself
Fan Zeng was taken aback by the situation of his brain replenishment, and now he stopped working overtime: "I understand what you mean by doing both of you. Let's take a good rest."
When Fan Zeng was sent away, Ji Xiunian saw the milk on the coffee table and remembered: "It's already cold, let me warm it up for you."
"Is this prepared for me?" Lu Xu didn't expect that he even prepared milk for himself. He didn't want Ji Xiunian to toss about it, and when he saw him nodding, he picked up the glass and drank it.
The milk is sweet and fills the whole mouth.
Lu Xu didn't forget to smile at Ji Xiunian after drinking, "Thank you, Brother Nian."
The teenager smiled brightly, looking sweeter than milk. Seeing a little milk stain on the corner of Lu Xu's mouth, Ji Xiunian immediately stretched out his thumb to reach Lu Xu's mouth, gently helping him to wipe off the marks.
There is a soft touch under the fingertips, I have to say that Lu Xu has beautiful lips. At this moment, his eyes were moist and misty, and his eyes looked a little dazed.
Ji Xiunian suddenly returned to his senses, and let Lu Xu look at his fingers along the way: "You have milk on your mouth, I just want to wipe it off for you."
"Oh, oh." Lu Xu raised his hand and wiped his mouth, and then asked Ji Xiunian to help him. "Are there still brothers?"
"Nothing." Ji Xiunian shook his head, urging Lu Xu to go to bed quickly. However, when Lu Xu got up, he unconsciously looked at his fingertips, and could still vaguely feel the softness just now.
"Meow..." The eighth sister opened her mouth wide and yawned, then came over to rub Ji Xiunian's calf.
Ji Xiunian's attention instantly fell on Bamei, and couldn't help but bend down to hug it, and saw that Lu Xu had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
No matter how spacious the sofa is, it is no longer a bed. Lu Xu himself is tall and his feet are still exposed. Such a big boy curled up lying on the sofa, always feels a bit wronged.
Ji Xiunian glanced at the bed, and then said to Lu Xu: "The bed is so big, it's okay for the two of us to sleep together."
Lu Xu raised his hand to rest his cheek, poked his head out of the sofa and looked at Ji Xiunian: "But Brother Nian, don't you like others in your bed?"
Anyone who is familiar with Ji Xiunian knows that he is a person who pays special attention to his own space. He almost never invites others to his house, let alone let others sleep in his own bed.
When Ji Xiunian appeared in a party variety show, the host asked him if he could not accept his friend touching his bed as a lover.
The answer given by Ji Xiunian at that time was uncertain, and he was also laughed at saying that it would be difficult to find the other half.
However, fans understand this very well, wishing that the male god is alone and beautiful.
In order to get to know Ji Xiunian, Lu Xu watched a lot of his movies and interviews, so he naturally knew about this.
Coming over to stay here is already regarded as disturbing others, there is no need to step on the owner's bottom line.
Lu Xu considered himself a man of vision, and thought that Ji Xiunian was polite to him, and didn't want him to embarrass him to say no.
However, what he didn't expect was that instead of going down the steps, Ji Xiunian continued to insist: "It's okay, come to sleep."
Even Ji Xiunian felt incredible when he said this.
He has long been accustomed to living alone, his own sleep quality is not high, and he can't accept the presence of others next to him at all.
But Lu Xu is different from others. If the person borrowing is him, it seems to be acceptable.
Lu Xu didn't want Ji Xiunian to force himself, but Ji Xiunian really didn't force himself at all. Seeing his insistence, Lu Xu did not refuse, and squinted at him with a smile: "Brother Nian, I will listen to you."
The two-meter bed Ji Xiunian can be said to be very spacious, but Lu Xu always feels that he has a strong sense of existence after adding a new one.
The eighth sister was too sleepy and fell asleep at the end of the bed. Ji Xiunian and Lu Xu lie down with two big men over 1.8 meters tall, one on the left and the other on the right. There is a gap between two or three people in the middle.
Ji Xiunian still felt a little uncomfortable at first. He turned his head to see Lu Xu squeezed by the bed and couldn't help but laugh: "You may fall down if you go outside."
Lu Xu thought that it was the same, so he moved in, not forgetting to say to Ji Xiunian, "Brother Nian, you can also go in, otherwise you will definitely fall first."
As soon as the chatter box was opened, the surrounding air instantly flowed, dispelling the estrangement and embarrassment just now.
Ji Xiunian laughed and didn't feel leaning in.
When he turned over, he accidentally touched Lu Xu's hand. Ji Xiunian couldn't help but ask: "Why is your body so cold? Is that the reason for the wind just now?"
"No, he was born with a low body temperature." Lu Xu didn't want him to worry about his body temperature, and said openly like a joke. "It is said that the low body temperature is due to slow oxidation, so it seems to live longer than others."
His attitude was disapproving, and he obviously didn't take body cold seriously. However, Ji Xiunian quietly remembered it in his heart, thinking that he would have the opportunity to ask his Chinese medicine practitioner if he could help Lu Xu with the treatment.
Men's body cold is often caused by kidney yang deficiency. Ji Xiunian still hopes that Lu Xu can be healthy.
The two lie side by side, staring at the ceiling blankly, not knowing what else to say.
Ji Xiunian first said goodnight to Lu Xu, but ten minutes later, Lu Xu turned his head and saw Ji Xiunian still keeping his eyes open.
"Brother Nian, why are you still awake?"
"I'm used to insomnia."
As long as you close your eyes, that kind of depressive undercurrent will rush from all directions, enveloping him, making it difficult to breathe.
In particular, the nightmare has become worse recently. Every time he closes his eyes, Ji Xiunian always feels that something in the dark is staring at him about to move. Ji Xiunian hated the feeling that he was about to lose control, so he got less and less sleep.
"Can't sleep?" Lu Xu was a little surprised when he heard this, staying up late for a long time depleted his anger, but Ji Xiunian's state couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Yeah." Ji Xiunian seldom talked about this kind of things to outsiders, and said in a smooth way, "I just can't sleep, melatonin and sleeping pills are useless to me. You sleep just fine, don't care about me."
Lu Xu was still thinking about waiting for Ji Xiunian to find clues after he fell asleep, how could he keep him awake so constantly.
When Lu Xu thought about it, he turned over and put his hands on his chest, lying on the bed and looking at Ji Xiunian: "It doesn't matter that I can't sleep now, why don't we talk?"
The voice of the teenager is good, and even speaking makes people feel happy.
Can't sleep anyway, Ji Xiunian simply turned sideways: "What do you want to talk about?"
Moonlight poured in through the window, and Lu Xu's eyes were full of light. Even in the darkness, the boy's appearance was not compromised at all, and the more he looked at it, the more amazing he became.
"Whatever you want, you can say it when you want to, or not when you don't want to."
"OK."
The two of them inadvertently looked at each other and laughed when they caught a glimpse of each other's efforts to find a topic.
The two chatted about the game and Lai Chengshan, and they talked a lot before they knew it. With Lu Xu by his side, Ji Xiunian's mood was somewhat relaxed.
But for a while, his eyelids heavier and heavier, his breathing became shallower and shallower, and finally fell asleep.
"Brother Nian?" Lu Xu didn't respond when he spoke, and yelled twice unconsciously.
Seeing that he didn't respond, he got up and moved forward, his eyes fell on Ji Xiunian's wrist. The trace the size of the belly of a little finger is now the size of a coin, and the death is heavier than before.