Men's Match Turnover Plan [Quick Transmigration]

On the morning of the fourth day, Du Xun, who was supposed to come out of the quilt, did not move, and was still huddled in the quilt.

Shang Yan's heart shuddered, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the screen.

He thought that Du Xun and Du Yan would reject this matter, but he didn't expect the situation to be so serious.

Although he understands that he can wait until the other party can't bear it, he can take more initiative, but he can't bear the double torture of psychology and body after all.

He pushed open the cabinet door, wanting to see each other.

Just at this moment, the person on the screen moved, the person got out of the quilt, calmly went to the bathroom to clean up the fragments of the mirror, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Shang Yan's steps stopped, according to the rules, it should be Du Xun who appeared now, but the other party's performance at the moment made him a little uncertain.

After cleaning up the bathroom, the man washed again, put on his clothes, arranged his hair, put the stone statue back in place, and made the bed neatly.

He looked like he was back to normal.

He found out his mobile phone and made a voice call to Shang Yan.

The phone rang, and the name displayed on the screen was... Du Yan.

It was Du Yan last night, but it's still the same during the day today.

Before he had time to think, Shang Yan connected the phone.

"Where is it?" The voice was almost the same as usual, except that it was hoarse.

If he hadn't watched the surveillance video, Shang Yan would never have known that this man smashed the mirror and trapped himself in the room for three days.

It's still the same, all the emotions are on their own.

He was a little helpless, tried his best to keep his voice steady, and replied, "What do you think? I don't have a home here, where can I go? Play games on the second floor."

Du Yan was a little surprised that he didn't run away, "Would you like to go to City B together?"

"Okay." Shang Yan agreed straightforwardly, "When are you going?"

Du Yan seemed to laugh, "I'll find someone to book a ticket, and I'll go in the afternoon. You wait in the room, and I'll go find you."

"No, wait, I'll go find you."

"......it is good."

No one mentioned the past, they all seemed to have selectively forgotten.

Shang Yan didn't go up immediately, he cleaned himself up, went to the kitchen refrigerator and took a bottle of mineral water, drank most of it in one go, and relieved his fatigue.

I haven't eaten for a few days, besides the psychological anxiety, the most intuitive feeling is... hungry.

Without much time, he simply made a porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, and steamed some quick-frozen custard buns.

After soaking two cups of milk, Du Yan added a few tablespoons of sugar to Du Yan's cup.

Everything was ready, he sat on the chair and sent a WeChat message: I made breakfast, let's come down to eat together.

The rooms on the third floor are a bit suffocating, they still need fresh air in the more open hall.

Five minutes later, a familiar breath came from the opposite chair.

He raised his head, and when their eyes met, the two of them froze at the same time. They both lost weight, and their facial features became more handsome, but they couldn't hide the tiredness in their brows.

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

"You're hungry and thin." Shang Yan affirmed.

"You knelt for three days in a row?" Du Yan questioned.

Shang Yan: "...I didn't play the game." Could it be that he looks like the person who tossed himself into this ghostly appearance after losing the game for three days?

Du Yan stared at him for a while, then said briefly: "Eat."

Shang Yan also fixedly looked at the other party, "Don't you ask me what I have done these days?"

"Let's eat first." Du Yan lowered his head and looked away, picked up the milk and took a sip.

Seeing that the other party didn't even move his eyebrows, Shang Yan couldn't help asking: "How do you feel?" Are you not tired?

"It's delicious." Du Yan took another sip, it was warm and sweet.

Shang Yan: "..." He suspected that he had bought fake sugar.

Maybe it's not that I bought fake sugar, but that the other party's heart is too bitter and needs the nourishment of sweet milk.

And so the meal ran out in eerie harmony.

After Du Yan drank the last mouthful of porridge, his stomach became full and his body cells became happy. The nightmares of those few days seemed to be far away from him.

He casually glanced at Shang Yan, "Have you packed your luggage?"

Shang Yan had a problem. In his previous life, he used to store rings once he put them away. How could he have the experience of packing his luggage?He decided to humbly ask for advice: "I'm not very good at it, what about you?"

Du Yan shook his head wordlessly.

The two looked at each other for a while.

In the end, it was Du Yan who broke the embarrassment, "Don't clean it up, and buy what you need later."

"No problem." It's good to have money, "Then let's go now?"

Du Yan pursed his lips, "Maybe I have to stay there for a few days."

Shang Yan nodded, "I know."

Du Yan's eyes became complicated, "Don't you...don't tell him?"

The atmosphere froze, and there were some contradictions, which could be treated as non-existent if they were not whitewashed.

"No need." Shang Yan stared at the other party intently, tearing away the warm illusion with a smile, "Isn't he always with us?"

Then without a trace of hesitation, he added, "It's right in front of my eyes."

Like flowing water condensed into ice, Du Yan froze in place.

The arrangement of the stone statue's birth certificate and video could only have been done by Shang Yan, who obviously knew about it long ago.

Shang Yan stepped forward and hugged the other party. He wanted to do this three days ago. He asked, "Does your foot still hurt?"

Du Yan rolled his eyes mechanically, and after focusing for a long time, he finally settled on Shang Yan's face, looking a little dazed and at a loss.

"I've been watching you for the past few days."

Dazed and helpless disappeared from those black eyes, Du Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Why...you have to say so clearly?"

He knew it since the other party asked him if he was hungry, but he just didn't want to expose all of this.

"Some things, just because they escaped doesn't mean they don't exist anymore." Shang Yan patted the other person's stiff back.

There is encouragement in his eyes, if you want to ask, you can ask, I will not hide it from you.

Du Yan lowered his eyes, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Isn't that good? You don't have to make a choice."

He got up and pushed Shang Yan away, and said lightly: "Let's go, let's go together, everyone will be happy."

Shang Yan: "..." How can your expression make me happy?

"If you really think so..." He walked around in front of the other party and looked straight into the other party's eyes, "Then why smash the mirror like crazy? Hiding under the quilt, what are you afraid of?"

Du Yan shook slightly, but soon steadied himself. He was very calm, a little abnormally calm, "Isn't it normal for a normal person to find out that he and his brother are the same person and not be able to accept it for a while? It's just a conditioned reflex. "

Clearly organized, as if talking about something that has nothing to do with him.

"You still hide everything in your heart like that." If it weren't for the last question of the other party in his previous life, Shang Yan would never know what the other party was struggling with.

"Don't ask." Du Yan smiled, and kissed the other person's forehead, "This is my own problem, don't think too much, if you delay, the plane will be too late."

"Your own problem?" Shang Yan chewed on this sentence.

He suddenly smiled, without any warmth in his smile. He walked to the kitchen, picked up a knife, and cut off his left arm.

Blood spattered, his face turned pale, and he even convulsed in pain.

pain pain pain...

But the pain in the body is less than one ten-thousandth of the pain in the heart.

It happened so fast that Du Yan couldn't react at all, a drop of blood splashed into his eyes.

There was blood red in his vision.

He froze in place as if he had pressed the pause button, and then jumped forward like a rocket.

However, he fell to the ground because of his unstable center of gravity. He wanted to stand up, but his legs were shaking and he couldn't stand up at all, so he rolled and crawled to the side of the severed arm in such a state of embarrassment.

The broken arm was bloody and terrifying, but he held it to Shang Yan like a rare treasure.

With trembling hands, he tried to put the broken arm back, but it didn't help.

Shang Yan just looked down at the other party sitting slumped on the ground, trying tirelessly to put the broken arm back again and again. He couldn't see the other party's expression, but he had never seen the other party in such a state of embarrassment. Talking about panic.

The pain from the broken arm seemed to be covered up by something, he sighed softly: "Don't bother, this is not the previous world, I can't go back."

"Since you know you can't take it back, why are you so impulsive? There are still decades, what should you do?"

Du Yan almost roared these words, he raised his head, his cheeks were already wet.

Shang Yan had never seen Ye Ling cry, not even when he was about to die.

His heart suddenly missed a beat. He pointed to his heart and asked softly, "Does it hurt here?"

Du Yan's eyelashes trembled, and a teardrop dripped down on it, onto Shang Yan's leather shoes, and the light reflected by the sun returned to his eyes.

He trembled suddenly, and replied almost instinctively: "It hurts." He couldn't breathe because of the pain, and wished he could goug it out with a knife.

"Now do you still feel that that matter is only your own problem?" Shang Yan bent down and took the other party into his arms with his good hand.

He didn't yell, and his tone was very soft, as if coaxing, "I just broke an arm, which doesn't affect my independent living, but you split the soul into two halves, that's like a clock Bomb, bomb, it will explode completely at some point."

"How can you say that it's just your own business? I also... will hurt."

"So, tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Du Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said word by word: "I just think it's not me you see."

After finishing a sentence, the words that followed were as smooth as water flowing from a faucet, "Did you bring the memory of him with you when you knew me?"

"Yes."

"So, did you ever like me? Or, because of him, did you like me?"

"I've thought about this question many times." Shang Yan gently kissed away the tears on the other's face.

"I did decide to be with you because I confirmed my identity."

"But you are different, I can tell the difference."

"If I met you first, then I would also like you. I only got together because I was sure you were alone, but I didn't like you because of him."

"I like you just because of you."

"Isn't there a museum in City B? I'll take you to meet him."

"Who?" Du Yan was still a little unresponsive.

Shang Yan smiled, "Xiao Yi, haven't you been looking for his documents?"

"I didn't want to see him. I was looking for documents, which has nothing to do with him." Du Yan pursed his lips.

"Who are you lying to? Jinqian Prosperity, is that what you want to shoot?"

"I do not......."

"You don't have to deny it. The script basically tells about him. You are looking for documents, except for my reasons. In fact, the most important thing is to understand him, right?"

The author has something to say: Jinjiang Literature joins hands with the author to wish dear readers and friends: safe and happy Spring Festival!At the same time, I warmly remind everyone to wash their hands frequently, wear masks, ventilate more, and gather less." I wish you all a safe New Year~

In addition, don't worry about the arm, there is still a system