Five years later, Rongteng Technology has become the top listed company in the country, and Feng Yangao has also become a hot business figure.
Feng Yangao is the golden son-in-law in the hearts of all women to be married. He is rich and powerful, a gentleman and handsome, no less than the foreign princes and princes who have abided by etiquette since childhood. For such a man, he has never had a relationship that he has admitted to, and there are no scandals. How many women have tried their best to have a relationship with Feng Yangao.
But for some reason, Feng Yangao didn't do that. As always, except for business gatherings where he needed to bring a female companion, there were no women around him at all.
On this day, Feng Yangao came off work as usual. He expressed condolences to employees who needed to work overtime, said goodbye warmly to them, and drove on a straight road. This is the way home, very familiar, the scenery is very single. Suddenly, the red light ahead turned on, and his car turned slightly. Instead of going home, it changed direction and drove farther and farther away.
The car stopped in front of a high-end dessert shop. Feng Yangao handsome got out of the car and walked into the dessert shop. Twenty minutes later, he walked out with a box of cakes, then got in the car and went home.
The destination is an ordinary two-story villa, one of the coastal villas in a high-end residential area. This is Feng Yangao's home.
From the moment he walked in, Feng Yangao's aura changed. His nerves were no longer tense, and his constant defenses were removed. He changed his shoes, and a warm smile filled the corners of his mouth, softening his angular features.
Carrying the cake, Feng Yangao went upstairs and came to a room door. After knocking gently, he opened the door.
The scene inside was the same as when he left in the morning. The meal left there in the morning was still there, and the meal brought in by the assistant at noon was also untouched. There was a person sitting silently beside the bed. When he felt Feng Yangao's arrival, he made no movement at all.
"Why don't you eat?" Feng Yangao's voice was filled with suppressed sullenness, but he did not break out.
"How long are you going to keep me here?" The other party didn't answer him, but asked another question.
Feng Yangao paused as he approached, smiled slightly and said, "Wait until I get your new identity ready..."
"It's been five years and it's still not done yet, haha."
The other party's mocking tone made Feng Yangao's face swell, and finally, he burst out with unwilling anger.
"Why don't you want to stay here? Am I not good to you? Or do you lack something?" He placed the cake he bought with joy on the table heavily, "'Qi Yan' is dead!"
After the words fell, the surroundings fell into silence, which was extremely terrifying.
The figure finally trembled, and then slowly stood up from the bed. The figure, who was about the same height as Feng Yangao, turned around and looked at Feng Yangao with eyes filled with gray mist.
"I used to think that you were just a shrewd person who calculated everything and never made a mistake. Now that I think about it, you are nothing more than that."
"Feng Yangao, five years ago, I accepted all your jokes, except this one."
"You killed Qi Yan and asked me to become a soulless walking corpse and stay by your side obediently?"
"Why do you want me to accompany you?"
Every word, like a sharp sword, pierced Feng Yangao's heart.
In the past five years, except for the beginning, Feng Yangao never gave Qi Yan a formal explanation. Even the words "I love you" were said hastily.
Qi Yan felt that Feng Yangao didn't love him.
The desire for exclusivity overshadowed all worldly morality. Feng Yangao didn't know when he started planning all this.
For five years, Feng Yangao lived as Qi Yan did.
Feng Yangao was silent. Certain three words seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless.
At this moment, he was also confused.
Every meeting ended on bad terms, and every conversation Feng Yangao had nothing to say.
In the darkness, Qi Yan sat there, looking at the cake from the corner of his eye, feeling infinitely bitter in his heart.
Today is Qi Yan's birthday.
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After that day, Feng Yangao didn't come back for three days.
Every time, the assistant comes to deliver meals to Qi Yan, every meal is at a fixed time, and he is never late.
In fact, Qi Yan only ate a few mouthfuls, which was not comparable to an ordinary man's appetite. The assistant looked at Qi Yan's increasingly thin face several times and hesitated to say something. Finally, with Qi Yan's indifferent expression, he sighed and left.
One night a few days later, Feng Yangao was brought back unconscious, smelling of alcohol.
Before leaving, the assistant told Qi Yan that no matter how angry he was, he would take good care of him for one night.
Qi Yan looked coldly at Feng Yangao who was being laid down on his bed and shouting "Qi Yan" in a daze.
"Water... I want to drink water..."
Qi Yan paused, then poured a glass of water, lifted his upper body, and fed him some warm water.
Just as he was about to retreat, his hand was suddenly held by a strong force. Qi Yan struggled but did not break away.
"Don't go..."
Feng Yangao's voice contained a hint of pleading.
"I was wrong… "
"Don't go... I'll give you whatever you want."
His words seemed to be stuck in his mouth, and you couldn't hear them clearly unless you listened carefully.
But Qi Yan still heard clearly.
He pursed his lips, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and sneered, saying calmly: "Let me go."
There was silence in the room, a deathly silence.
Qi Yan lowered his head and found that Feng Yangao seemed to be asleep, his even and long breathing gently spraying on Qi Yan's hand.
"Sure enough..."
With a self-deprecating laugh, Qi Yan broke free from Feng Yangao's hand, walked to the table, and put down the water glass.
Every time he moved, the sound of chains would be heard.
For five years, this room has been his.
Sitting on the sofa by the window, Qi Yan stared at the stars in the night, not knowing what to think.
After a while, he was also invaded by sleepiness and slowly closed his eyes.
In a daze, a sparse voice could be heard in my ears.
Along with a sigh, a silent and desolate syllable suddenly sounded.
"good."
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When Qi Yan woke up the next day, Feng Yangao had long disappeared.
It was more than a month and Qi Yan never saw Feng Yangao again.
This time... you must have really given up, right? What about him? Do you have to be locked up here for the rest of your life
No matter what, it's a sad ending.
When Qi Yan despaired of being trapped in this room for the rest of his life, the assistant came that day.
She untied the chains on Qi Yan's feet and gave him a document. Qi Yan opened it and found his ID card and household register. The detailed information on it was the same as what he had five years ago.
He raised his head in surprise and saw the assistant sister smiling helplessly.
"The president has already prepared it, but he has never given it to you."
"Maybe he is also waiting for a hope, an opportunity."
"It was claimed that you were persecuted by the CEO's cousin, so you faked your death to protect your relatives and friends. The police have recognized it, and you have returned to your original life, Qi Yan."
"I'm sorry, I have worked so hard for you for five years."
"But the president really..."
"Well maybe you don't want to hear it, but I'll tell you something lucky and you can leave."
"Leave completely..."
…
Standing outside, feeling the fresh air, reaching out to touch the sunshine, he found that the sunshine outside the window that he once longed for while sitting on the floor was so dazzling.
I don't feel happy at all...
But life has to go on. Qi Yan touched his designer clothes, thought about it, and got on the bus to Wen Ruo's house.
What he was most worried about was Wen Xin's body. That woman, with her original sincere love, gave him the only warmth in his childhood.
No one can replace it.
When they arrived at the family building, Qi Yan hesitated in front of the door. He didn't know whether to knock on the door or not. He lowered and raised his raised hand many times. Just as he was hesitating, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a woman was leading her child and was about to go out.
When she saw him, the woman was stunned.
Qi Yan looked at that woman carefully. Even if time changes, neither the former Qi Yan nor the current Qi Yan will ever forget this person.
—Wen Ruo.
"...Brother Xiaoyan?"
The woman's trembling voice was filled with disbelief.
Qi Yan looked at her calmly and finally nodded.
"... Is it really Brother Xiaoyan?!" Wen Ruo suddenly raised her voice. She let go of the child she was holding and rushed to hug Qi Yan, "Brother Xiaoyan... I knew you would be fine! I knew... I Mom... my mom... she was still talking about you when she was dying... "
The woman cried bitterly in a low voice, and the words she spoke made Qi Yan's breath choked.
"Auntie... is dead?"
"My mother's health is getting worse day by day, and she always talks to me about you... But there is nothing we can do. Your boss also helped us and hired the best doctors, but... we just couldn't save it... "
Wen Ruo's crying made Qi Yan's eyes red and the tip of his nose sore. He endured it, patted Wen Ruo's shoulder gently, and then pushed her away from his arms with gentle force.
"Are you... okay?" Qi Yan's voice was hoarse, and the tears he was holding back made his throat hurt.
"Yes." Wen Ruo nodded, "I got married to Ning Jin... and we are living well. Today is my birthday... I will bring my children back to see..." At this point, she couldn't help but shed tears again.
Looking at her look, Qi Yan couldn't help but change the topic. He turned his head and looked at the little boy who was looking at him outside. The flashing light in his big eyes was exactly the same as that of Ning Jin. They were both masters who would not suffer any loss. Qi Yan knelt down and waved to the little boy, "Come here."
The little boy looked at him, walked over, and said loudly: "I recognize you! You are in my family's photo album!"
Qi Yan's depressed mood seemed to be illuminated by a beam of light. He chuckled and said, "Why is it in the photo album?"
"You took pictures with your mother, you took pictures with your father... you took pictures with grandma..." After the little boy finished speaking, he walked over and held Wen Ruo's hand, "Mom, grandma said he is my uncle..."
Wen Ruo wiped her tears and said with a smile: "Yes, he is mom's brother, that is, your uncle. Our Xiaohao is really smart. Did he learn it in kindergarten?"
"yes!"
A child will be very happy when he is praised. For a moment, he started chatting and told Qi Yan all the interesting things he experienced in kindergarten.
During this period, Qi Yan hastily explained to Wen Ruo about his 'suspended death'. Wen Ruo nodded, accepting it, and wanted to take Qi Yan home to give Ning Jin a surprise.
When we walked downstairs, dusk had fallen, and the dim sky seemed to indicate something.
Not far from the inevitable street intersection, there was a familiar stretched Lincoln parked.
Qi Yan was surprised and confused. He thought for a moment and declined Wen Ruo's invitation. After her repeated requests, he gave her a new phone number.
After watching Wen Ruo leave with the child, Qi Yan pursed his lips, turned and walked towards the Lincoln car.
In front of the car, a man was leaning there, with his back to the sun.
Seeing Qi Yan approaching, the man raised his lips in a perfect arc.
"Mr. Qi Yan."
Hearing the sound, Qi Yan was startled and stopped.
As the man stepped forward, the shadows reflected in the dusk disappeared, revealing the familiar face of Qi Yan.
Under Qi Yan's indifferent gaze, he stretched out his hand. The sound came from a distant place, low but sweet, like a cello playing a serenade, beautiful and melodious.
"Excuse me, can I chase you?"
Start over, pursue again.
Five years, I owe you, let me pay it back in this life.
I want to respect your choice, so...
Excuse me, can I chase you
The sunset gradually sets, and the orange dusk has turned red.
Standing face to face, the man's outstretched hand didn't waver at all, just waiting for the other hand.
The night wind seemed to be noisy, and a gust of cold wind passed by, making Qi Yan shrink back.
Looking at the hand that didn't flinch at all, Qi Yan turned around and took steps.
As for the desolation, the evening breeze makes it even worse.
"Can."
On the human heart…
Feng Yangao's heart felt the warmest at this moment.