Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

There was no sound in the silence.

The chest was stuffy, uncomfortable, and I felt like vomiting, my mind was in chaos, and my body was heavy.

In the darkness, a ray of light shines through.

With a trace of sobriety, Wen Tingjun struggled up, I don't want to die, I don't want to just die like this, this idea popped up in my mind for a moment.

Wen Tingjun frowned in pain. He always thought that his love for Yan Mingfeng would be unswerving until death, but now he found out that he actually had the emotion of regret now.

He loved Yan Mingfeng deeply like a fool until he died and lived alone and for himself. Among these two choices, he chose the second one. What's the use of love? It hurts his heart, his body, hurts His whole being.

If he was given another chance to live, he would no longer follow Yan Mingfeng, lick his face, disregard his face and self-esteem, and then follow him like a scumbag. There is no place for him in his heart, so why should he be self-righteous and stick to it? Get his heart and soul.

The body is hot and cold, as if floating in the sea.

Wen Tingjun leaned on the wall of the toilet cubicle, opened his eyes with difficulty, dizzy in front of his eyes, he managed to regain his composure, is he still alive?Rescued?

In that car accident, a large piece of windshield was inserted into his body, and he was still alive. What good luck, there was a smile on his lips, full of joy.

But why did he wake up instead of lying on the hospital bed, but with his back leaning against the wall and lying on the toilet lid?

There was bursts of metal music outside my ears, it was too harsh, and there was a pain in my mind.

Standing up with his hands on the toilet, Wen Tingjun was taken aback by the exhaustion in his body and the pungent smell of alcohol in his mouth.

He hesitated to touch the painless abdomen, which only felt uncomfortable in the stomach, but did not touch the slightest wound. Looking at the familiar black tuxedo on his body, Wen Tingjun suddenly pushed open the toilet door with horror on his face.

Almost hit someone outside.

The drunkard looked drunkenly at the person who ran out of the toilet cubicle and cursed angrily: "Crazy! No eyes?!"

……

Regardless of the cursing person, he rushed eagerly in front of the sink, looking at the person in the mirror, Wen Tingjun was stunned.

It's not him!But it's him again!This is him eight years ago, with a childish face, not the him eight years later, with his heart injured by Yan Ming's wind and his body bruised.

Is he reborn?Reborn back into your own body?

The values ​​of socialist non-ghostism have been overthrown, and the three views of the whole person have been subverted and reshaped.

Hahaha...

Tears flowed down his eyes, and his heart was full of ups and downs. Wen Tingjun sat slumped on the ground leaning against the sink.

It took a long time before I finally came back to my senses and accepted the fact that I had returned to eight years ago.

He also remembered that at this time, his stepfather had already broken up the whole family because of gambling, and he was poor and white.

At the age of 12, he came out to pick up garbage to support himself and him. When he grew up, he started to do small jobs.

At the age of 15, I served people dishes and washed dishes everywhere.

At the age of 19, he was working in the "Drunken" bar at this time, and it was also this year that he met Yan Mingfeng.

The dirty things that happened later made him completely regard Yan Mingfeng as the salvation in the quagmire.

Because of him, he was spared such a disgusting thing, and was brought back to his "home" by Yan Mingfeng.

When thinking of Yan Mingfeng, he thinks about his relationship with Xiao Bai, and his heart aches.

"Eight years of companionship, I turned out to be like a ghost. I lived in a mess, and my relationship was even more messed up." A sad voice came out of his throat, full of self-deprecating, always thinking that Yan Mingfeng belonged to him alone My lover, I didn't expect that he lied to him from the beginning to the end, he didn't belong to him at all.

A 19-year-old man lives in his 27-year-old body, and what is young is only his body.

The 27-year-old soul in his body is old and tired because of the past.

He remembered the phone call that was hung up without hesitation before he died, with tears in his eyes, after all, he was someone he had loved for many years.

Before he died, the blood slowly drained from his body, and his body temperature gradually became icy cold. In his powerlessness and despair, he said in his heart that he wanted to throw Yan Mingfeng out of his heart.

It is impossible to let go so quickly in the heart even if you say let it go.

After all, he is someone who has been deeply loved in his heart for so many years, and his figure has taken root in his heart, wrapping around his entire heart.

Eight full years of youth, how many more eight years in life, but he also knew that Yan Mingfeng didn't love him and didn't want him.

It was God's mercy and his luck that he was reborn eight years ago. He can no longer be mean, fall in love with someone who doesn't love him, and be stupid once is enough.

Loving someone humblely abandons one's self-esteem, changes one's own preferences, and keeps in mind the other person's preferences.

Changing myself for the other person, changing myself beyond recognition, loving someone is really hard...

In the end, he didn't know himself anymore, became jealous, angry, and hated everyone around Yan Mingfeng who approached him with malicious intentions.

Could it be the third party's fault?Without Yan Mingfeng's connivance, could Xiao Bai hurt him, mock him, despise him, and trample him unscrupulously?

Oh, he himself is the "three". Didn't Yan Mingfeng's friends say that he is just Xiao Bai's substitute, Yan Mingfeng's second choice if he can't get the right owner.

Once, someone said to him, if no one loves himself, then he should love himself, respect himself, and love himself, which is also warm.

In addition to love, a person's life also has friendship and family affection, but he is as blind and deaf as his whole heart is full of feasting.

Obviously sometimes I noticed that his eyes were looking at him strangely, but he was completely stupid.

Didn't see if he was really looking at himself, he was just looking at another person through his shadow.

Foolishly, Yan Mingfeng regards Yan Mingfeng as the only light in his world, and everyone is not as important as him.

He didn't listen to his friend's words, thinking that he could hold his heart tightly by holding the hand of the person he liked tightly.

But in the end, he discovered that he had gained nothing except a body full of pain and a heart scarred by betrayal.

"Love is really not a thing. It is said that what is not grasped is youth. In my opinion," Wen Tingjun's words in a low voice are full of self-deprecating, "It is obvious that people who regret it are dead ducks—the mouth is stubborn."

Just this time, the injury of love will kill him.

Died once now.

He didn't want to be mean again, and he didn't want to stare at him alone. At this moment, he decided to kick him out of his heart.

Maybe the process will be painful, but he is willing, he doesn't want to love him anymore, this love is too tiring and humble.

With cold eyes, he followed the flow of people through the dimly lit hall, and the people hugging each other ambiguously in the corridor kissed and laughed at each other.

Wen Tingjun braced his body and wanted to get out of the "intoxication", this place is a smoky place.

It is also the place he hates the most and the place he will never forget.

This is the source of all his grief: he was forced to drink and get drunk and thrown on the bed of a stranger, and it was also the place where he thought his redemption began: Yan Mingfeng passed by to save him, hugged him, and brought him back home.

No, that's not his home, it's a hotel, a place where Yan Mingfeng would go back to sleep when he was tired, and then get out of bed and leave.

Everything in Xiliujuli is just a place he has decorated and managed by himself, and he has taken great care of it.

He doesn't know what day it is today, but he knows that he will definitely meet Yan Mingfeng when he stays here.

Dragging his exhausted and drunk body with no extra strength, he hurriedly walked down the corridor.

The elevator door was opened, and with just one glance, I could see clearly the facial expressions of the people coming up in the elevator. Wen Tingjun was shocked as if struck by lightning, and turned his head abruptly to leave.

"Stop!" Yan Mingfeng looked at the young man in front of him as if he saw a flood of beasts when he saw him, and the movement of turning around and fleeing annoyed him, and yelled coldly.

In this capital, there are really few people who dare to touch his face, which one is not trying to please him with a smile.

But Xiao Bai dared to wipe his face and ran out of the country, talking about going to study abroad.

The boy in front of him heard his voice, and his stumbling steps became even more eager to escape.

The anger in his heart was burning more and more intensely, Xiao Bai was someone he liked in his heart, he couldn't force it, the boy who was running away in front of him was nothing, the hand resting on the waist of the person in his arms exerted strength.

"Hiss," Huo's male companion gasped, "Young Master Yan."

Pushing away the person in his arms indifferently, "Catch him." Yan Mingfeng's eyes were cold, full of anger that Xiao Bai left him alone.

Now it seems that he finally found an outlet.

"Which unlucky guy is this? He hit the muzzle of the gun?" There were whispers in the corner.

"Who knows, Young Master Yan's Young Master Xiao has gone abroad, Young Master Yan has been very angry these past few months."

"It looks like the boy is going to have some bad luck."

"Ah."

……

The people above are all idle and boring existences, and they all have a lively tone.