Jing Sui Dingding looked at the sketchbook on the ground, even though it was only a semi-finished product, or even a few drafts... But the scene in the painting was something he would never forget in his life.
He once took the boy there, and made a solemn promise of his love to him.
That was the first time he was so honest with someone.
Tell a guy for the first time that he loves him.
But the boy didn't believe him, and finally left him.
What happened afterwards... Jing Sui didn't want to think about it, he closed his eyes in pain, and looked up at the boy in front of him.
At this moment, all the doubts in my heart disappeared.
It was really you, and...you remember everything.
Why do you want to draw fairy clouds? Could it be that in your heart, there is actually a little bit of still caring about me, have you never let me go
Such extravagant hopes appeared uncontrollably in Jing Sui's heart, but he felt it shouldn't be.
He had countless questions he wanted to ask, and even wanted to directly reveal his identity, no longer forbearing, no longer avoiding, but he finally calmed down slowly, he could not ignore the many unreasonable things in it, things shouldn't be It's that simple.
Impulsive and rash will only backfire.
If Ji Ling really came to this world in the same car accident as himself, he should have a period of time to adapt, and with a young and sensitive personality, it is impossible for him to easily forget his relatives in that world, who have suffered such injuries In the end, he took everything calmly and accepted his current identity and relatives as a matter of course.
When a person comes to another world, no matter how good the disguise is, there must be a process of acceptance, and the young man is not a person with too much scheming, let alone being flawless.
But the fact is that he really looks like a person from this world, and his relationship with Yang Wei is not fake. He really regards Yang Wei as his mother and is used to the current life. The brightness and happiness in his eyes are not faked.
This is also the reason why Jing Sui clearly felt that they were so similar, but still remained skeptical and did not dare to recognize each other.
Ji Ling is like a person who should belong to this world. Now he looks more real and natural. On the contrary, he in the previous world was a bit out of place because of his excessive kindness, and the dandy is more like his disguise.
Jing Sui thought of many possibilities. Maybe Ji Ling has forgotten all that, maybe he only remembers the memory of this world, or maybe he has been in this world longer than himself, so long that he has completely integrated into it...
He thought about many possibilities, but he never thought about it. Ji Ling clearly remembered everything in that world, but he could remain indifferent.
why is that
What is going on in this world
Ji Ling looked at Jing Sui suspiciously, stretched out his hand and waved in front of Jing Sui, and said, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you?"
Jing Sui took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the sketchbook on the ground, looked at Ji Ling with a complicated expression, and said hoarsely: "You draw very well."
Ji Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking that this Mr. Fu couldn't be fascinated by his own painting, right? But this is just a draft, it's not that good...
He was a little embarrassed, and said modestly: "You are too much."
Jing Sui was silent for a moment, suppressed the pained look in his eyes, and said slowly: "The scenery here is beautiful, but...why don't you draw some people?"
Ji Ling met the man's deep gaze, as if there was some deep sadness in it, which reminded him of Jing Sui...why didn't he draw people? Ji Ling thought for a while, turned his eyes away, and said, "...I didn't expect that."
Yeah? Just didn't expect it
This is not really an answer.
You are lying to me.
Jing Sui Dingding looked at the young man, and after a while, he let out a low and hoarse chuckle, and said seemingly casually: "How did you come up with the idea to draw such a picture? It's really imaginative."
Ji Ling smiled shyly: "It was a novel that inspired me."
He paused at this point, and didn't say any more, lest Mr. Fu would continue to ask what kind of novel it was, what a serious and domineering president Mr. Fu seemed to be! How can you talk about Tanmei novels with him! That's too shameful!
Fortunately, Mr. Fu did not continue to ask.
Ji Ling blinked and said, "Mr. Fu, I'm going back." This was a hint that the other party returned the sketchbook to him!
Jing Sui's Adam's apple rolled, and he pressed it desperately, as if the words were about to be squeezed out of his chest, he raised his hand and returned the sketchbook to Ji Ling, closed his eyes and said, "Okay."
He needs time to process the information he has received today.
Instead of allowing yourself to be dominated by your emotions, act impulsively.
Scared the teenager.
Ji Ling felt that there was something weird about the man, but he couldn't tell, so he smiled uncomfortably, turned and left.
…
When he was about to get off work, Shen Zhuoming came to the president's office and came to deliver the planning department's plan. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the boss sitting at his desk, seemingly looking at documents, but there seemed to be something wrong. Passing the boss's desk, looking at the cold cup of coffee on the table that he didn't take a sip of, he finally realized something was wrong.
Shen Zhuoming stepped forward cautiously: "Boss Fu?"
Jing Sui raised his head, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, and said lightly: "Put down the documents, you go out first."
Shen Zhuoming felt that the boss seemed to be in a bad mood, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly put down the documents and went out. After closing the door, he showed a puzzled expression. What's wrong with the boss? Why do you look like you lost your soul
Jing Sui closed his eyes.
Everything in the past was slowly played back in his mind. Even if he thought of it once, it would be like dismembering himself, but he still recalled it slowly, refusing to let go of any details, as well as what happened after he came to this world. , the scenes of meeting Ji Ling...
Trying to find the clue that he ignored from his own memory.
There is something very important that he has overlooked, but he can't think of it.
'How did you come up with the idea to paint something like this? '
'It was a novel that inspired me. '
The dialogue between these two sentences suddenly flashed through Jing Sui's mind, like a white lightning flashing across the dark and boundless night sky.
At that time, he thought that this sentence was just Ji Ling's evasion. Ji Ling was unwilling to tell the things of that world in front of strangers, so he used the novel as an excuse to prevaricate himself, but... why didn't he find other excuses? Like dreaming or something
Why, it must be called a novel
The seemingly insignificant details may be the key to success or failure, and the only way to approach the truth.
Jing Sui slowly opened his eyes, opened the computer's search page, his fingers stayed on the keyboard for a long, long time, and then entered two words: Jing Sui.
Click Enter to search.
A whole page of information appeared in front of him without any warning, without any concealment.
Jing Sui's pupils shrank slowly, his fingers trembled, his face was tense, and finally, he clicked on the first web page.
A novel interface appeared in front of him.
ten hours later.
Jing Sui leaned back on the chair slumped, raised his hand to cover his eyes, to hide the absurd sadness, his thin lips parted slightly, and a mocking chuckle escaped from the gap between his lips, the laughter grew bigger and bigger, and finally became Laugh without hesitation.
All his life, he has always claimed to be calm and rational.
He has been the prince of the empire since he was born, and he was taught to pay attention to etiquette since he was a child. After he became the emperor, he was even more indifferent to his emotions and anger. Seeing my own emotions, even when I was alone, I seemed to have forgotten how it feels to indulge, and I have never laughed like this before.
But at this moment, he felt it was ridiculous.
I can't stop laughing.
Throat seemed to be scratched by a knife, hoarse and painful, every laugh, breath, ruthless vibration pulled the chest, and then spread the pain to the whole body, after a long, long time, the laughter finally stopped slowly.
It was late at night outside, and there was no one in the company.
The quietness of a needle can be heard in the office.
The moonlight is projected in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are little lights on the tall buildings outside, which is real and psychedelic.
He finally understood where the sense of disobedience came from.
And finally understand why Ji Ling can face everything calmly.
Jing Sui would not expect Ji Ling to come from that false world of books just like him, because then Ji Ling would not say that this was inspired by a novel, and this sentence clearly shows a Fact—he knew the novel existed.
He is not the original 'Ji Ling', but the 'Ji Ling' of this world.
A 'Ji Ling' who has read this novel.
He was originally from this world, and Yang Wei was also his real mother, that's why he behaved so naturally, and could clearly remember everything, but pretended not to remember.
For him, everyone in that world, including himself, is just a character in a novel.
A false existence.
And now that I think about it carefully, the kindness and softness that I found inadvertently revealed by the young man is actually his real side, because he is not the original playboy 'Ji Ling', but a young man from this world, he is not used to He is good at doing vicious things, not used to hurting others, has a soft and compassionate heart, but his acting skills are not good enough... This can also explain why he is involuntarily attracted by his true side.
Because according to the novel, I would not fall in love with him.
The teenager is so kind, gentle, and he has all the sides that attract him, but he doesn't love him.
Since he knew the novel and all the plots, it was impossible for him to be deceived by Carlos, which meant that everything was his disguise, just an excuse he used to escape from himself.
He has insight into everything like a god, watching himself fall but coldly leaving...
Everything is fake.
He never loved him.
Jing Sui raised his hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes, and pressed his fingers into a fist against his chest. His thin lips were bloodless, and sadness, pain, and ridicule appeared in his eyes.
In your eyes, I am just a ridiculous character in a novel, an existence that you can't avoid...
So there is no me in your painting.
It turned out that from the beginning to the end, I was the one who pretended to be passionate.
…
Ji Ling didn't know anything about this, and didn't know that a casual sentence completely exposed his identity.
He has been busy recently. After deciding on his ideas, Ji Ling is busy preparing works for the exhibition. He has drawn several paintings, including Xianyunxing, Emperorxing, and Lanhaixing, etc.
Those strange and magnificent pictures engraved in his mind slowly appeared on the paper, and after artistic processing, they became beautiful pictures one after another.
Wang Yixin and others looked at Ji Ling's paintings, and then looked at their own, wishing to throw their own paintings into the trash can. Sure enough, talents are different from person to person, and this kind of thing can't be forced!
They are not jealous of Ji Ling.
After all, not every art student is full of pursuits, right? And there are scumbags like them!
Ji Ling stayed up late every day, completely devoting himself to his creation, leaving early and returning late. After a month, he finally prepared all his works.
This art exhibition is sponsored by the Academy of Fine Arts, and the event is scheduled for Saturday.
I would rather call them up to help before 6 o'clock. A group of students are busy, building exhibition racks, buying water, moving chairs...
Ji Ling also rolled up his sleeves and worked hard, full of fighting spirit. This was his first serious university activity, and he wanted to show his work to others, so he couldn't help feeling excited when he thought of it.
Students passing by stopped to watch curiously, creating a fresh and natural atmosphere.
…
Apartment near the school.
Wen Yan looked at the time on his phone, one minute, two minutes... four o'clock.
He stood up and walked to the door. When he put on his shoes and was about to go out, there was a sound of a key opening the door, so he stopped.
The door was opened from the outside, and a woman with a charming makeup came in, wearing a black waist-shrunk, off-the-shoulder dress. She didn't look young, but she was well maintained, her charm was still there, and her eyebrows and eyes still had charming charm.
But at this moment, she looked at Wen Yan with sarcasm and disgust. She glanced at him and said coldly, "Where are you going?"
Wen Yan said lightly: "Go to school."
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Han Yun suddenly became depressed and said angrily, "Go to school? I told you to wait at home today, and go out with me later to go on a blind date with Miss Zhou's family. Have you forgotten? What is your attitude?"
Wen Yan raised his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, raised his thin lips, and said in a low voice, "I haven't forgotten, so I'm going to go out early to avoid bumping into you."
Han Yun looked at him incredulously, pointing at him tremblingly: "You, what did you say?"
Wen Yan looked at her lazily, and smiled: "Do you need me to repeat it?"
Han Yun's face turned pale, and he yelled bitterly: "Do you know how much effort I have spent to win this opportunity for you, and you still don't make good use of it? I work hard every day because of your affairs." You care about it, but you don't care about it at all! Do you know that if you can marry Miss Zhou, the old man will pay more attention to you, and your father will not always ignore you. I heard that your good brother, I'm also playing with Ms. Zhou's idea recently!
Of course you can't compare to your elder brother, he is not as capable as him, and his character is also weak, but maybe Miss Zhou likes you like this? After all, today's women don't necessarily like strong men. If you coax her to let her go, it's not hopeless... "
Wen Yan watched her eloquently, with a cold look in his eyes.
Yu Wenyan is an illegitimate child with a mercenary mistress mother who has been used by his mother as a tool to marry into a wealthy family since he was a child. Although he has a humorous image in school and is very popular with the title of school girl, he is actually cowardly and irresponsible. Controlled by his mother, he was nothing but a ridiculous wretch in essence.
At the beginning, Han Yun hoped that her son could help him marry into a rich family, but Mr. Yu was a sensible person, and he didn't give their mother and son a chance to enter the family at all. Later, Han Yun hoped that his son would be successful and be cultivated and valued by the Yu family, but Yu Wen Yan's ability and skills are far inferior to that of his elder brother Yu Wensen. He has almost graduated from university, and he is still a marginalized figure. The Yu family's property has not been touched at all, and he is completely excluded from the center of power.
Gradually, Han Yun gave up this thought, and instead hoped that her son could find a girlfriend with status, so that the status of their mother and son would rise accordingly.
Although Yu Wenyan is very popular in school, he has never been in a relationship, because his marriage contract is to be traded. They are not a plus.
Although he resisted this kind of life, he was beaten and scolded by his mother since he was a child, and he got used to obeying, so he lived in a muddle like this.
As an illegitimate child who is despised, has neither the ability to change the status quo nor the guts to fight for power, being held in the hands of a greedy woman, often reprimanded by his father and bullied by his elder brother, is indeed not a commendable person. life.
Not long ago, when Yu Wenyan attended Yu Wensen's party, he was drunk by some of Yu Wensen's friends, and after waking up, he changed people.
Wen Yan thought about it absently.
Han Yun talked earnestly for a long time, only to find that Wen Yan not only didn't listen, but instead looked distracted, she was so angry, why did she give birth to such a worthless son! Not only can't help her marry into the Yu's family, but they can't even fight for their own things, making it a joke for the two of them, mother and son, to be in the Yu's family! Can't help at all, trash!
"Go change your clothes and go see Miss Zhou with me." Thinking of the blind date for a while, Han Yun restrained her anger and ordered.
Wen Yan raised his eyelids, "Sorry, I'm going to class."
Han Yun was finally furious! Although she gave birth to a good-for-nothing son and was unhappy with everything, she was at least obedient before, but now she dares to disobey her face to face! Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, she raised her hand to hit Wen Yan without even thinking about it!
But before she got close, her wrist was suddenly held by a cold hand. The fingertips of that hand were like ice, and when she exerted force slowly, her face turned pale and her blood became cold from the pain.
Han Yun raised her head in a daze, and met a pair of dark eyes without warmth. There was a cold and sinister look in those long and narrow eyes. She trembled suddenly, feeling as if she was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and she might die at any time. The place of burial.
This, how is this possible...
How could this child have such terrifying eyes...
Wen Yan looked at the frightened woman, and slowly, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
Stupid, despicable, greedy, cowardly... a human woman, she has almost all the inferiority of human beings in her body, even after thousands of years of changes, no matter what the world becomes, no matter how long the life span becomes, the development of the universe How quickly... Human nature is all the same, never changing.
it's ugly...
But Wen Yan seemed to see a shadow of himself from this ugly woman.
That self who is greedy and selfish, vicious and ruthless for the sake of money and power.
If it was him in the past, maybe he would have cared about this, he would crush all the obstacles in front of him without hesitation, trample all those who despised him under his feet, let them die in pain and despair, and make people fear him.
He used to spend almost his whole life just to stand tall enough to defy everything.
But now he just finds it ridiculous.
Even if you have obtained everything, you can't keep someone who wants to stay, and even if you have power, you can't change anything, so why is there any need to fight again
He's tired of the power game.
There is no one in this world who he wants to protect at all costs.
It doesn't make sense at all.
Han Yun didn't know why, her body stiffened from fright, and she tremblingly said, "You, what do you want to do..."
Wen Yan's smile was cold and indifferent, and there was a trace of cruelty in his eyes, but his voice was gentle: "I just want to ask you not to bother me again, okay?"
Otherwise, if I get angry, I might not tolerate you anymore.
Han Yun looked at the young man's appearance. This man clearly had the face of her son, but he seemed to be a stranger. He was cold and terrifying, as if he had been possessed by a devil. He looked at himself as if he was looking at a Humble ants, if you continue to be presumptuous, you may provoke the other party to be trampled to death at any time...
Who is he
Wen Yan let go of his hand, looked away lightly, and walked past the woman.
He came downstairs slowly, raised his head and squinted his eyes, the warm sunshine fell on him, and he couldn't help but smile with the corners of his lips curled up.
You see, I have really changed a lot.
You can also live like a normal person and try to respect other people's lives, even though I don't like her very much, and I didn't shut up that noisy woman forever.
Wen Yan thought of the boy's frowns and smiles, and his gentle eyes. After a while, that tenderness was deeply hidden again, and it was not easy to show it to others.
He came to the school slowly and walked on the boulevard.
Students in twos and threes walked by, full of youthful vigor. Although Wen Yan has been in this world for a while, Wen Yan is not used to it. There is no one of his kind here, but it doesn't matter. He is very good at pretending to be a member of this world.
As for his heart, he has never been and does not need to be understood.
The only young man who made him want to pour out his heart and dedicate himself devoutly is no longer there.
"Hey, the Academy of Fine Arts is holding an art exhibition, let's go and have a look."
"Okay, there are many beauties in the Academy of Fine Arts."
"You bastard..."
"Over there, there are many excellent works this time, and the current freshmen are really amazing."
The sounds of the surrounding conversation fell into his ears intermittently.
Wen Yan held the book in one hand and walked forward with an indifferent and calm expression.
These things did not arouse his interest at all. The place where the art exhibition was held in front was bustling and lively. When passing by, he just took a look at it.
That glance, through the gap between the crowd.
Then I saw the beautiful starry sky placed in the most prominent position.
Wen Yan paused, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.