Xi Nian hasn't had a dream for a long time. It is said that everything he dreamed in his dream was the most regrettable thing in his heart, but he didn't know what he regretted, so he appeared in a suite with a familiar and luxurious decoration. Xi Nian still couldn't figure out the situation.
He looked at the furnishings around him, and found that it was the residence where he died in his previous life. He couldn't help but froze for a moment. Then, when he looked up, he saw a man sitting quietly in front of the computer, with a handsome and sinister face. It was himself.
It was him, but not like him.
Xi Nian never knew that he had such a lifeless time, like a dying corpse.
His current state is like a wispy soul, and he can't touch anything. He can only speculate based on the scene. This is a scene that happened before his death in his previous life. After a few minutes, Lu Xingzhe will probably come here. Then he got pissed off, and then he jumped from here.
Thinking about this, Xi Nian couldn't help but feel that his previous life was too useless, what a big deal, and as for how to think about it, it can be seen that it is not a good thing to be too high-spirited.
Revisiting the old place, the mood is inevitably delicate, Xi Nian is standing next to him, seeing the other "self" in front of the computer desk repeatedly brushing the black material on the Internet, the faster the mouse clicks, the faster it is obviously on the verge of collapse.
Xi Nian, like an outsider, silently commented on this scene.
A wrong step, a wrong step, this sentence makes sense. It has become the norm for him to suppress his opponents in his previous life. Being shaken out, it would be strange if the opponent's fans didn't live to tear him apart, as if he had become the public enemy of the entire network.
It didn't take long for the door to the outside world to be opened, and Lu Xingzhe limped in. The scene reappeared, and the conversation was the same as in his previous life.
"You did it?"
"Why? Just because I was kicked away after you used it, so I hold a grudge and want to get revenge on you?"
Lu Xingzhe laughed softly, he couldn't even straighten his waist, he maintained that position and didn't move for a long time. Xi Nian only thought he was arrogant and hateful in his last life, but now he slowly leaned over and looked at his bowed head, only to see Lu Xingzhe's eyes were scarlet with tears in his eyes.
why cry...
Xi Nian didn't understand, and silently stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away his tears, but his hand went straight through Lu Xingzhe's body, unable to grasp anything.
And that tear did not fall.
So Xi Nian saw that "myself" seemed to be stabbed in the sore spot, grabbed Lu Xingzhe's collar and pushed him hard against the wall: "It's really you?!"
Xi Nian thought it was true in his past life, but now he thinks it is not.
But Lu Xingzhe refused to bow his head: "It's me."
His eyes were always sneering and smug, as if he was determined to pull the person in front of him into hell, even though his face was pale and his tone was not soft, he smiled word by word: "It's me."
"Don't you want to be a big star the most? Don't you care about your future the most? Don't you want to get rid of me in your dreams? I won't let you wish... "
They can always find each other's pain points with precision and make up for the fatal blow, so both of them are scarred.
Xi Nian no longer wants to watch the next scene.
Lu Xingzhe was forcibly pushed down on the sofa, his face was pale, like a rag doll, the "Xi Nian" in his previous life quietly crushed his crippled left leg, and the pain made him pale and trembling all over. Shrinking into a ball, and humiliating his words: "Aren't you very enthusiastic before, what are you pretending to be now?"
For the first time, Xi Nian felt that dreaming was such a bad thing. He hoped to wake up soon, but closed his eyes and counted for a few hundred seconds, until Lu Xingzhe limped out of the room, and the dream was not over.
Xi Nian did not have the hobby of watching his own death repeatedly, he chose to follow Lu Xingzhe.
The dream was so real that he could even feel the cold autumn wind blowing across his face.
After Lu Xingzhe walked out of the room, he did not leave immediately. He leaned his back against the wall and slowly slid to the ground, covering his left leg without moving for a long time. He groped for painkillers from his pocket and took two tablets with a blank face. , then stood up again and limped into the elevator.
He has never shown weakness in front of Xi Nian, and even takes medicine behind his back.
Xi Nian tried to help him uncontrollably several times, but his hand just passed through the other person's body in vain, pursed his lips silently, and could only continue to follow behind, feeling that this dream was bad again.
Downstairs, there was a thief-eyed man waiting for Lu Xingzhe, who was obviously Hong Biao, who was a paparazzi together. When he saw him come out, he leaned against the car door and said angrily, "I told you to stop asking for trouble, how about it, eat it. Shut up."
Lu Xingzhe didn't say a word. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength just by walking out of the door. He limped a few steps, leaned on the pillar, and sat down slowly on the stone steps by the roadside. Head, expressionlessly lit a cigarette, when the ignition, the fingertips were still trembling slightly.
Hong Biao squatted beside him: "I found out what you asked me to investigate, but ah, it's Xi Nian's own fault, so don't interfere."
Lu Xingzhe finally moved when he heard the words, and turned his head to look at him slowly, his eyes were dark and there was no blood on his face.
Hong Biao felt chills on his back when he looked at it, and unconsciously touched the back of his neck: "Don't look at me like that, it's useless to look at me, Xi Nian is too good at doing things, and several artists of Chuangxing have been used by him for black material. If it's all messed up, will the high-level people sit back and ignore it? He's not clean at all, so he found someone to follow him for a few days, and all the clues were found."
After he finished speaking, he pointed to Lu Xingzhe's hatred of iron not becoming steel: "You are also mentally ill. You will black anyone who Xi Nian tells you to black. This time it was exposed together. I don't know how many people are waiting to clean you up."
Xi Nian listened next to him, and closed his eyes uncontrollably. For a moment, his face was white and scary.
Lu Xingzhe didn't react, he said thank you without any emotion, he didn't finish his cigarette, and then staggered from the ground and stood up.
Hong Biao said, "Hey, where are you going? Take my car."
Lu Xingzhe ignored him and limped toward the street, with a thin back, like a homeless ghost, Xi Nian followed behind, never leaving.
Before taking two steps, there was a sudden sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind him, a thud, dull and desperate, followed by the exclamations of the surrounding crowd, as if something extraordinary had happened.
Lu Xingzhe stopped.
Xi Nian's body froze for a moment, his breathing stagnated for a moment, and then he gradually recovered. He stretched out his hand from behind, covered Lu Xingzhe's eyes, and then whispered: "Don't look back,"
Xi Nian said: "Don't look back..."
His hands were shaking, and his throat was so stiff that he couldn't make a half-tone. The piercing siren was coming and going, mixed with the honking of an ambulance, and people around him turned on their backs.
Xi Nian seemed to want to cover up the messy voices and started talking to Lu Xingzhe: "The scandal with Qiao Zhi is fake. I lied to you. You are usually very smart, why do you believe it..."
"I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just angry, I thought you really didn't care about me..."
"Lu Xingzhe, does your leg hurt..."
"Lu Xingzhe,"
Xi Nian's tone was stiff, and his voice suddenly had a hint of numbness that was not easily detectable: "Don't look back..."
Don't look back.
A terrible person, even dead, is not worth another look.
However, no one could hear what he said. Lu Xingzhe stopped in his footsteps and turned around as if he felt a sense of it. Xi Nian was afraid that he would see it, and his fingertips suddenly tightened in panic, but they went straight through his body, and then With a shock, he woke up from his sleep.
"Wow—"
Xi Nian sat up from the bed like an electric shock. When he realized that he woke up from the dream, his first reaction was to look for Lu Xingzhe's figure. one person.
Lu Xingzhe turned his back to him, for some reason, he maintained that position for a long time without moving, looking at the floor as if in a daze.
Xi Nian's heart finally fell back to its original place. He grabbed Lu Xingzhe's arm, and was about to say something, but the other party's reaction was great, and he grabbed his wrist with such swift force that his wrist bone was about to be crushed.
Xi Nian's pupils shrank, and he tentatively called out, "Lu Xingzhe."
Lu Xingzhe paused for a while when he heard the words, and finally let go of him as if he had finally realized something.
Xi Nian asked, "What happened to you?"
Lu Xingzhe glanced at him quietly, then looked back, scratched his hair silently, and looked a little irritable: "It's nothing, I had a dream."
Xi Nian wanted to say that he also had a dream, but he didn't say it. He took Lu Xingzhe into his arms from behind, and then slowly tightened his strength, as if he was afraid that someone would run away. in a low voice: "I'm sorry..."
Sorry for misunderstanding you and hurting you too.
This sentence should have been said in a previous life.
Lu Xingzhe froze when he heard the words, but he didn't relax for a long time, but Xi Nian didn't notice his strangeness. After a while, he said, "Lu Xingzhe, I like you."
This sentence should have been said a long time ago. Xi Nian didn't say it before because of his personality. Now he said it, but he was afraid that one day he would not have the chance to say it.
He kissed Lu Xingzhe again, and found that the sentence was not as difficult to say as he thought: "I like you."
Kind of like.
As soon as Xi Nian's voice fell, his collar tightened, and then his eyes turned around and he was pushed back under him. Lu Xingzhe stood by his side, squinting his eyes, looking a little surprised: "What did you say?"
I don't know why, but I heard a bit of a fight, and this scene was different from what I imagined.
Xi was young and easy to release the strength of his hand, then turned over and pressed Lu Xingzhe down again, kissed his red lips like a dragonfly, and his voice was indistinct: "I said I like you."
He unbuttoned Lu Xingzhe, and the clothes slipped quietly to the ground, forming a wilting flower.
Lu Xingzhe clenched Xi Nian's shoulder unconsciously, and then slowly released it. His pale complexion gradually turned flushed, and his brows were wrinkled. He didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure. In the back of Nian's head, five fingers shuttled between his bushy hair, and said hoarsely: "Say it again."
"Say it again… "
Xi Nian didn't speak, and wanted to swallow him.
Lu Xingzhe's eyes turned red, and from the bed to the sofa, the tossed voice began to shatter. Xi Nian kissed his once injured left leg, searched for his lips again, and hugged him fiercely in his arms. When Yu Yun was about to breathe, she said, "Say it a hundred times, and it still means the same thing."
Lu Xingzhe's voice was hoarse, unable to speak, Xi Nian pushed his sweaty hair away, remembering the untouchables in his dream, and through the temperature of his fingertips, he finally felt that the person in front of him was real.
The warm sun was rising outside the window, dispelling the cold.
Xi Nian silently comforted Lu Xingzhe's back, hugged him quietly for a moment, then remembered something, opened his eyes, and asked him in a low voice, "What dream did you have?"
Lu Xingzhe's chest was up and down, closed his eyes as if he was talking nonsense, and said angrily, "I dreamed that you were looking for a mistress."
Xi Nian said, "It really is a dream."
He picked up his clothes and put them on, then carried Lu Xingzhe to the bathroom. I don't know what he remembered, he paused, and said in a serious tone, "I only have you, no one else."
Lu Xingzhe stared at him without saying a word, his dark eyes couldn't see any emotions, after a while, he suddenly buried his face in Xi Nian's arms, slowly wrapped his arms around his neck, and said with a low hum: "I know. "
Xi Nian asked, "Do you really know?"
Lu Xingzhe quietly raised his head from his arms, his pupils darkened, and then kissed his neck: "I really know."