On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

"Are you going to Xu Song's concert today, Boss Ding?"

"You said that you must go this time. I have already arranged the itinerary."

"If you need anything else..."

"Mr. Ding? Mr. Ding? Are you listening?"

Ding Zhiwei raised his head suddenly as if waking up from a nightmare, his back was drenched with sweat, he looked around in panic, and the severe pain that shattered his whole body remained in his heart palpitations, the familiar offices around him, strange arrangements, and the differences in the air smell of perfume.There was nothing wrong with this being his office, but the location of the objects was different from before, as if a different owner had lived here.

If he didn't guess wrong, and he returned to modern times after his death, then Luo Jichen used to use this place.

What exactly did Jiang He's words mean?Shouldn't he die?

Luo Jichen switched bodies with himself because he died.But Juemin is still in the original world...

So Juemin in this world is the real hero, Jin Chi?

No, Jiang He said he would let Juemin come back.

"Mr. Ding, you don't look very well. Do you want me to help you make a cup of tea?" the secretary asked with concern.

Ding Zhiwei turned to look at the female secretary, and cut straight to the point: "Are you new here?" It doesn't matter whether you will be treated as a fool or not, the most important thing is to understand the current situation.

The female secretary was surprised in her heart, but her high-quality work reminded her not to show a different expression on her face, so she maintained a decent smile and said slowly: "It's been a while."

Ding Zhiwei frowned: "How did the last one get away?"

He remembered that the last secretary was not Zhang Ziyan.Although that woman was indeed pretty at ordinary times, since he didn't reach out to him, he resisted the idea of ​​firing her.

"The last one?" The female secretary looked a little embarrassed: "It seems that the boss cut it off himself."

As for the reason, she dared not say.

When Ding Zhiwei saw the expression on the female secretary, he had an answer in his heart.I'm afraid I stretched out my hand to the wrong person.

"What about Mr. Jue?"

The secretary said: "Boss said he was waiting for you at your house, Boss Ding."

Without blinking his eyes, the man in suit and leather shoes quickly left the office.

In the pattering rain, everyone walked by holding an umbrella, and the rain couldn't disturb the impetuousness in the air.The leather shoes cling to the ground, and the smell of mud floats into the nostrils.If the gloomy weather can be compared to a human mood, when he opened that door, he hoped that the sunshine would suddenly shine in.

If you are inside.

Please you must be you.

Ding Zhiwei stood in front of that familiar door, more than ten years of time flew by, and you were there for every separation and joy.Every ordinary road is accompanied by you, and I gradually become extraordinary.

I hope the road ahead is still yours.

He was holding the key heavily in his palm, it was just a small key, but he felt so hot, as if it was going to burn his palm out of shape.Slowly inserting the key into the lock, Ding Zhiwei took a few deep breaths, and his heart gradually calmed down.

At that time, we spent a lot of time together, but we didn't understand the meaning of cherishing.

I love you so much, thank you so much for being with me.

Juemin, I'm back.

Ding Zhiwei closed his eyes and exerted force on his wrist, but the door didn't open as expected, but a firm and warm embrace stuck behind him.

"Ding Zhiwei." The voice was lingering like a vine, with great surprise and deep nostalgia, and the master's voice could clearly be heard trembling.

"Juemin, you're here." Ding Zhiwei burst into tears of joy, and couldn't help covering Jueminhuan with his hands to protect his arms.

Juemin hugged Ding Zhiwei's waist greedily, his eyes were painful. Before that, he even fell into despair. When he woke up, no matter how glaring the sunlight outside the window, he couldn't see the light: "I can't imagine losing you!" How should I live."

"Why... are you so useless." Ding Zhiwei cried weakly.

Juemin smiled wryly: "The man named Juemin is an emotional lunatic. Without Ding Zhiwei, he will not be able to take care of himself. If he loses Ding Zhiwei, he will lose the ability to act. He will also lose love. lose heart."

Ding Zhiwei laughed through his tears: "You man, why didn't I know that you like to talk so much before."

Juemin felt cramped in his heart, and he couldn't even smile at all. Ding Zhiwei's fake relaxed smile echoed in his ears, and he only felt more and more pain in his heart. He said in a deep voice, "Ding Zhiwei, I love you, but I have always I'm hurting you. I once swore to be good to you for the rest of my life. Whether you will see me in the future or not, I swore I would not make you sad. But I broke my promise. Everything I let you go through It was the last thing I wanted you to encounter, I am not qualified to continue to protect you, I am not qualified to continue to love you."

Ding Zhi smiled stiffly on his face: "What do you mean?"

Juemin seems to still have a bit of greed to strengthen the strength of holding Ding Zhiwei, he paused every word in his ears, and said with a lot of helplessness: "I want to be with you forever, but I can't accept what I did to you in the past. s damage."

"But I forgive you, even I never blamed you."

"Zhiwei, the image of you falling off the cliff will appear in my dreams every night. Every time I think of the picture of your body being smashed to pieces, I feel pain. I can't tell myself that I can ignore my stupidity and continue to stay by your side. I, who you brought pain to me, have no qualifications anymore."

"Juemin, do you know what the hell you're talking about!"

"I know. Zhiwei, I was wrong. Maybe I was wrong from the very beginning when I met you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have encountered all this, and there will be someone who will never hurt you. I love you."

"You are still alive, I am still alive, we are back here, can't we explain anything? Let me tell you, I have forgotten everything that happened in that place."

"Have you really forgotten? Zhiwei, no one can easily forget that pain, why don't you blame me, why don't you hate me?"

"Is it useful? Is it useful, I ask you? Have you forgotten? I will not hate you, Juemin, why should I hate you? I am cowardly. I am the one who makes all the choices. I let us go With such an ending, you don’t even have the right to choose. Why don’t you hate me instead? Why? I’m the one who makes you so sad and sad. Why do you have to bear all the suffering for me? You don’t need to bear it, you understand Is there no need for hatred between us, not now, nor in the future, I only want your love, and I will only love you, so don't go. "

Juemin's throat choked up, and he buried himself in Ding Zhiwei's neck for the first time, crying like a child.