owe us a good fight

Chapter 43

The flames have fallen, the scars are full of scars, and the angels have fallen to the black wings.Fang Siran's name, to him, is not self-blame, but killing, a bloody blow to the head.If he hadn't turned the steering wheel so far, if he could have called the police earlier, if his heart hadn't been so cruel, the ending would have been different.If there is no if, Cheng Songyuan can only swallow this secret with blood, and bear the condemnation and fear alone.

Excessive depression and pain made him sluggish and dejected, and he hadn't recovered from his grief for several days.

"Although you are driving the car, you can't blame yourself for it. His misfortune was an accident. You have to pull yourself together." Sister Shuang tried her best to explain, but with little success.

Hollywood called him to join the team, and Sister Shuang booked him a plane ticket to the United States, but he ignored it. Instead, he became obsessed with the taste of the wine that Dai Cui gave him that day.Although he is not used to drinking it, even though he feels it burns his throat, he likes this kind of erratic feeling, colorful and brilliant. When he is awake, there is only endless white in front of his eyes, as if hovering in Yu Yuan.

Yuchi Mirui knew he would be sad, but he didn't expect him to be so sad: "Xiao Yuan, let me tell you a joke, don't be sad. Do you know how I got hired as your assistant? Because I am old, She has poor taste in clothes, is stupid and ugly, so she beats many opponents and stands out."

Cheng Songyuan smiled bitterly, it was really a joke, although it was the words he teased at the beginning, but it was really hurtful when it came out of Yuchi Mirui's mouth.Over the years, his personal assistants have changed back and forth wave after wave, those who tracked his whereabouts, those who used public equipment for private use, those who stole company secrets, and even those who slept with fans. Brother Xiaowu tried to betray him for a small profit.Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of grass ropes for ten years, and he only wanted to find a pure and simple heart.

How wonderful it would be if life were just as it was at first sight.Youth is like glass, shattered in betrayal and lies, the powder drifts with the wind, and memories become the best weapon to sting yourself.

Cheng Songyuan stretched his muscles and bones, a bottle was knocked over, and the bones rolled to the edge of the table. The smell of alcohol in the room was like the bloody scene in the movie. He struggled hard for relief.

"Small drinks are fun, drinking too much hurts the body. Happy people don't drink brandy." Cheng Mu came back from the set and took away his wine bottle and glass, "How much you hate me now, I would rather spend the whole day Drink too much and don't want to talk to me?"

Cheng Mu's words invaded every corner of his heart, and Cheng Songyuan squeezed out a forced smile, which was helpless, frivolous, frivolous and covered with scars: "No, Mu'er...you are my most important person .”

Seeing his forced smile, Cheng Mu felt even more uncomfortable: "The smile is so ugly, you can fly tomorrow, it's better to go to relax."

Cheng Song suddenly jumped up from the seat, put his arms on the table, and leaned forward: "I won't leave, I won't drink, don't chase me away, do you want me again?"

Cheng Mu's magnetic voice rang in his ear: "I also don't want you to leave, but I know you have thorns in your heart, and it's too hard for you to endure like this. Things in this world will not be so perfect, and we will be apart for a while. , good to everyone."

The warm breath sprayed on the face, and the handsome facial features were close in an instant, Cheng Songyuan was at a loss for words for a while: "Mu'er, my heart hurts..."

"Everyone thinks you are guilty. I know that your pain is far more than that. You are all for me. But I don't allow you to remember him. It's not fair to me." Cheng Mu's words seemed unreasonable on the surface. With a tacit understanding, Cheng Songyuan understood that he was forcing him to let go of the shackles.

Cheng Mu kissed his side face, eyes darkened: "You are mine, I am free."

Love is a metaphysics, no matter what Cheng Mu said, Cheng Songyuan felt that the truth should be like this.

"Sister Shuang, Sister Yuchi, Xiaoyuan is fine, you can leave at ease, he will go to Hollywood as planned." Cheng Mu said with confidence.

The young couple needs to be alone, Sister Shuang and Yuchi Mirui are both sensible people, after all, no one can persuade him except Cheng Mu at this time.

After the two left, Cheng Mu's face became more and more serious, and he looked at him deeply, something seemed to be surging in his black pupils: "There is always work to be done, remember to video with me every day after you go."

Cheng Songyuan held his face and touched the tip of his nose, but there were tears in his smile: "Real people are more beautiful, long-distance relationships are very hard."

"Don't think about others in your heart, don't look at others in your eyes, you know? No!" Poetry and wine should take advantage of the time, and love should take advantage of the time. Cheng Mu was talking, tears wet his clothes, as if he was going through a life and death. , No matter how you cover it up, it will inadvertently seep out.He understands him, but he can't speak.

Cheng Songyuan leaned forward, pressed his chin with one hand, pressed it on his soft lips and teased slowly: "I've never met you, how could I fall in love with someone else."

Cheng Mu kissed him all the way along his neckline, with an indescribably fatal sultry lips and tongue: "Without me, you will be sad for a while, but without you, I will be sad for a lifetime."

Cheng Mu didn't go to the airport, he didn't like this kind of joys and sorrows, fate came and went, just like he didn't like the lights on the stage dimmed, and the music ended.

The winter is covered with snow, the beauty of things and the beauty of things, the holiness washes away the dust of the soul, and sings the beautiful melody.Brother Tom asked him if he wanted to attend the family reunion, and Cheng Mu thought about going to see himself ten years ago, pretending to be a cute and responsible person of stars and seas.

The flame of sincerity is burning in the fireplace, and a dozen little dolls are wrapped in thick quilts playing truth or dare. At an age that is not a fairy tale, but better than a fairy tale, laughter and laughter surround the circle, and the breath of youth is surging With vigor and vitality, it is fun.

Pei Tinghan, who was picked up to reveal the news, shook his head in a daze, pondered for a moment and said: "One time the boss asked the senior brother very angrily, who do you think is easy to talk to Cheng Mu? Senior brother nodded to himself. I was surprised that day , obviously the second senior brother is much kinder."

Zhong Sibei, who was rarely present, turned his eyes slowly: "Brother's reprimand is a strict requirement. I hope we can become better and live up to everyone who loves you. Before, he felt that scolding us was too harsh, and he returned it afterwards. Everyone bought a water gun."

Ye Wenjun was in a trance where he couldn't bear to look back on the past: "But I'm afraid, every time I meet my senior brother, I have to fight. Didn't Sister Xiaotong say that the most important thing to make a team is tacit understanding."

Seeing Xiaoguodai's childish panic, Zhong Sibei smiled and said, "Do you think there are more suitable partners in this world than the senior brother and the second senior brother?"

A smaller trainee curled up in the far corner and spoke weakly: "It's not that the members of the group work together, but why does the group of Grand Master have two vocalists and two fronts?"

Without talking about anyone behind his back, Cheng Mu arrived at what he said, and a group of trainees blushed, and secretly rejoiced that they were not senior brothers.

Sister Xiaotong warmly greeted him as a "senior" to give some advice to the children, and Cheng Mu suddenly became the official representative of the old artist: "Baojianfeng comes from sharpening, plum blossoms come from bitter cold, and the strength of the team is always the strongest." Big ones, cherish what you have now, be grateful to everyone who has helped you, being a person is always more important than doing things.”

It turned out that he was already out of tune with these children. They had their own circle, and his presence would only make them restrained and restrained.No one can go back to the past, people can only keep going forward, when we know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, we are no longer young...

After the game, the trainees scrambled to the dining table.Fragrant and smooth chocolate and cream, crispy ginger biscuits, paired with a cup of rich blueberry fruit tea, the layers are distinct, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

"Cousin, are you here to look for me?" Following Ye Wenjun's shout, everyone turned their attention to the fair-skinned woman, who wore a tall bun and wore a coil around her neck. Trendy and beautiful!

"Kid, go play in the mud." Ye Xiao ignored him, rolled up Zhong Sibei's sleeve, and said very affectionately, "Sibei, accompany me to the private manor for a barbecue the day after tomorrow."

Zhong Sibei agreed generously, "Okay."

Cheng Mu failed to read the file: "Since when have you been together? You are still so young."

Zhong Sibei smiled shyly: "Brother, I am only ten months younger than you."

Oh, Cheng Mufan suddenly realized a truth, it turns out that younger brothers are not grown up.

"Cheng Xiaomu, you can come together, more people are lively." Before Cheng Mu could speak, Ye Xiao cut off his retreat, "Don't reject a cute girl, this is the first time I've asked you out. "

Cheng Mu's "no" was forcefully swallowed back in his throat: "Okay."

Ye Wenjun bouncing around was taller than Zhong Sibei, still chewing biscuits: "Cousin, didn't you say that the crowd is more lively? Take me along."

"Kid, go play in the mud." Ye Xiao raised his chin, holding Ye Wenjun's ears, making everyone laugh.