"And then?" he asked.
In the script, Ji Haiyao finally realized something in an exchange with Jing He. Even though he felt unbelievable, he still followed his intuition and found the truth bit by bit.
It turned out that the gate where they parted was the intersection of time, Ji Haiyao walked forward, and Jing He stepped back.
Their time progress is not the same. Jing He repeats their days on campus more than once, but no matter how many times they repeat, they can't find the end each time.
Later, the hero and heroine are still together.
But that's not life.
and after
Why regret it, because of what
Is it because of family and friends, or because of the company's work, or personal feelings
Since there is such an emotion as regret, then "doing it all over again" itself is just an idea. Fang Lin didn't know what was the point of asking this question, he just thought of himself, so he said something more.
"Did you put it down afterwards?" he said again. "What happened?"
Last night was too turbulent, his voice was still hoarse, and his voice unconsciously lowered a little, and it became softer when it entered the other party's ears, like a probing inquiry.
He knew that what he was doing now was a bit over the line, and it was not a good thing to care too much about the life of the benefactor.
But he was treated so badly by the benefactor just now, so it shouldn't hurt to make a little progress.
But Duan Changke didn't answer him, just paused, and continued with the action.
Fang Lin was not in a hurry, nor did he feel embarrassed, he smiled heartlessly at Duan Changke: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, you pretend I didn't ask."
He was nestled on the sofa in the study room, and covered his lap with his coat as a thin blanket. After thinking for a while, he rolled over and stood in front of Duan Changke with bare feet: "I'll go get you a cup of milk again, do you want to?"
"No need." Duan Changke finally looked back at him, and did not follow him, "I don't like drinking milk very much."
In fact, the reason why he drank last night was because Fang Lin smiled sincerely and didn't touch his face.
"Oh." Fang Lin responded shortly, without getting discouraged, and asked again, "What about the coffee?"
"No need," Duan Changke fastened the collar clip, his appearance at this time was almost the same as when the two first met, and his tone was the same, "I'll be going out soon. If you want to drink, get it yourself."
"Fang Lin." He said, "As I said, our..."
This time he paused longer.
Fang Lin was already thin, and his clothes were loose. Just now, he was sitting on the sofa reciting the script, but when he stood up, half of his shoulders were exposed. He looks younger than his actual age. Although he is very light, the lines of his body are soft, and he can imagine the feeling of touching just by looking at him.
Sensing that Duan Changke was looking at him, Fang Lin finally followed his gaze closer.
"Forget it." He heard Duan Changke say.
"Accept what is given to you, you deserve it."
"I know." Fang Lin understood the other party's meaning, and finished the sentence for him in a very considerate manner, "I am looking for a sense of security without seeing anyone, don't worry."
He saw Duan Changke pursed his lips.
"What I regret..." He looked at Fang Lin very seriously this time, and answered his previous question, "Actually, strictly speaking, it's not a big deal."
"It should be said that it has nothing to do with me."
Unexpectedly, the other party would answer, Fang Lin was startled and looked at him.
"So I'm very contradictory, I don't think this incident constitutes the definition of regret," Duan Changke said ambiguously, "but like you said, if you do it all over again..."
Duan Changke looked into his eyes: "I don't seem to be doing very well either."
Fang Lin opened his mouth, but made no sound.
The other party's words almost gave him an illusion, as if this regret had been corrected.
But he didn't know Duan Changke well, and he couldn't even guess.
"President Duan, I didn't understand." He said truthfully.
Duan Changke didn't speak any more, just walked towards him.
Fang Lin stared blankly at him.
He felt that Duan Changke's expression had changed a bit, but he couldn't say what it was.
But probably less indifferent—
He saw Duan Changke leaned over slightly and opened his arms to hug him.
The other party didn't hug him last night, but now he does.
The smell on his body is very good, and it is different from when he was trapped in desire. Fang Lin was a little dazed, but still let the other party gently hug him without moving.
This hug is actually very shallow, like the kind of polite and impersonal hug, it will not remind people of those beautiful and intoxicated nights, it is just a simple action.
As if just confirming something.
"It's okay." Duan Changke said.
I don't even intend to explain what I said before.
Fang Lin thought that Duan Changke was stuck in some bad memories, although it was not good to meddle in the patron's business, but this hug was too soft, he couldn't help but open his mouth.
"I have regretted a lot of things before." He moved in Duan Changke's arms, stretched out his trapped hand, grabbed Duan Changke's unwrinkled suit jacket, and said with a smile, "But I don't want to regret it now. You can do whatever you want, and you will be very happy.”
He was really happy, and he wasn't lying about that.
Duan Changke said in a low voice: "So you think that coming to see me is happiness?"
Fang Lin was embarrassed by his question, but quickly admitted frankly: "Yeah, anyway, Mr. Duan has a good temper and good skills, and I earned it."
A chuckle came from above his head, and Duan Changke was not angry: "You speak quite frankly."
Fang Lin's face was a little red, but fortunately, being hugged, the other party couldn't see it: "I have a thick skin."
The hug was very short, Duan Changke left quickly, and patted him on the back lightly: "OK."
The phone on the table vibrated, Duan Changke picked it up and took a look, Fang Lin knew he was leaving.
This hug was like a sign that the two of them were finally able to face both parties and the relationship more honestly. Duan Changke scratched Fang Lin's chin with his finger: "Just be happy. I'll contact you when I have something to do."
Fang Lin said "Okay" with a smile, and boldly straightened the bow tie for the other party: "Mr. Duan."
"Ok?"
"Don't worry about me in the future, I've received enough benefits. If you like anything else, just tell me," Fang Lin said, "I'm very obedient."
"Yeah." Duan Changke agreed very simply, and said indifferently, "You too."