Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

"Am I really doing something wrong?"

The evening wind blew gently, blowing on Luo Xi's face, moving a strand of black hair on his forehead.

He quietly hugged his knees and sat in front of the small, quiet white tombstone for a long time.

The lamps scattered on the grass in the cemetery turned on one by one, small, white, and glowing faintly.This reminded him suddenly of the 48 candles he put on his birthday cake.

He thought that at that time Fu Xindong was still reminding himself whether he was being stupid, but he inserted double the amount even though it was his 24th birthday.

Thinking of that man, for some reason, his heart felt warm for no reason, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

He forgot what he said casually at that time, it was all false anyway, because of the real reason, he would never tell him.

He looked up at the wordless tombstone again, and suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

Yes, sister, I lighted those 48 candles for the two of us.

Because if you are still alive, you are already 24 years old, and you and I have a birthday on the same day.

Because we were sent to the orphanage on the same day.

On the way back to the city, Luoxi opened the car window, letting the slightly wild wind in the suburbs blow on her somewhat chaotic head.

Before the last traffic light entering the city, there is a three-way intersection.

Luo Xi's car hesitated a little, but stopped in the middle of the road.

That's it, no turning, the road that should be walked must be finished.

Behind his car, a very ordinary-looking black car followed closely behind. In the mirror, there was Raymond's slanted face with phoenix eyes.

Fu Xindong and Lin Fan drove directly to the hospital where the old director of the orphanage was located.

The nurse had already remembered them, and told them politely that it was a coincidence that the old dean had been awake since last night.

Also, he asked if they had been here while he was in a coma.

Seeing Fu Xindong and Lin Fan, the old dean's cloudy eyes flashed a special light.

It seemed that he, who had been in a coma, was looking forward to their arrival deep down in his heart.

Fu Xindong directly asked the question he had always been concerned about. After all, it is rare for the old man to be so sober as he is now.

Who were those two children who were often taken home by the old political commissar to accompany their daughter?

The old dean's eyes, which were originally somewhat radiant, dimmed inexplicably.

"Those two children, one is a boy, according to the rules in the orphanage, his surname is Guo, and his name is Guojiang. He came here. At that time, one of his front teeth fell out, and it couldn’t grow out, so everyone called him a broken tooth. The other one was a girl, surnamed Dang, called Dang Lian, who lived in a lotus pond in the nearby countryside. The one found next to him was a mentally handicapped child."

The old man spoke a long series of words, stopped, and panted with his mouth half-opened.

"Last time, you said you were going to check the files. Did you find anything? Have you seen their photos? These two dolls are very neat, and they are the top people in our yard."

Fu Xindong and Lin Fan looked at each other, shook their heads at the old man, and still told about the fire in the file room.

There seemed to be a hint of surprise in the cloudy eyes of the old dean, the corners of his mouth moved, and he slowly closed his eyes.

But this time he seemed to be just tired and fell asleep, and he didn't seem to be unconscious.

Fu Xindong looked at his watch. Although he knew the names of the two children, he wanted to know where the two children were now, whether their names had been changed long ago, and whether they had been adopted later.

The old man who seemed to be asleep suddenly uttered ravings one after another.

"Huo Yazi, Huo Yazi, where did you go? Grandpa won't beat you, won't beat you..."

I don't know why, but in the ravings of the old dean, the three words "Huoyazi" sound particularly weird.

Fu Xindong felt as if a sharp object such as an ice knife was forcibly inserted into his brain at that moment.

It's just that the human skull is too hard, and it seems that nothing has been pried open.Although he felt that his mind was overwhelmingly looking for, merging, and verifying something, he didn't have a clear concept at all.

The old man seemed to be still in a state of half-awake and half-dream, but his babbling seemed to have changed suddenly. The nurse happened to be not in the room, and the two policemen standing in front of the bed involuntarily looked at each other.

As men, they have all heard something that they understand, but they can only comprehend something that cannot be expressed in words... The face...the tender and pink thighs...Grandpa's little Lianlian...come back."

Fu Xindong didn't know that at this moment, his eyebrows had become a big knot. He only knew that his hands in his trouser pockets were clenched more and more tightly, and even felt pain.

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When opening the door of the apartment, what comes into view is a leg raised in mid-air.

The Jinhua ham that Luoxi gave him.

"What are you doing? You scared me."

While changing his shoes, Fu Xindong looked at the fat and thin ham and couldn't laugh or cry.

"What's more, how many days have you not cooked soup for me? Look at how thin I am!"

Luo Xi put down the ham, grabbed Fu Xindong's big hand and pressed it on her buttocks.

The man couldn't help grinning, and unceremoniously twisted the bulging buttocks hard.

"It's better to be thinner, so it's easier to hug and stand up!"

While he was poor, he changed into homely clothes for work.

Luo Xi threw herself on Fu Xindong's back, kicked her legs vigorously, and fell on Fu Xindong's back in the air.

"Come on, be happy! Anyway, it takes a lot of time to make soup..."

Fu Xindong patted him on the back, "Good boy, go to the bed and wait. Uncle has cleaned up the pork leg, and I'll go clean you up!"

Seeing the cleaned pork legs go out of the pot, Fu Xindong washed them and walked lightly into the bedroom.

Luo Xi's whole body was covered in the quilt, only a handsome face lay across the pillow, the corners of her mouth were slightly drawn down, showing a trace of indescribable coldness.

He put his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to think.

Seeing Fu Xindong coming in, he was slightly stunned, with an inexplicable nervousness on his face.

The him in this appearance, and the him in the kitchen just now, seem to be a different person suddenly.

If the Luoxi just now looked like a volcano about to erupt, then the one in front of him looked like an iceberg in the North Pole.

"What are you thinking? Stupid."

Fu Xindong felt as if his heart was being pulled hard by a naughty child, and there was an unspeakable pain.

He knew that it wasn't his own heart that was hurting, but that he was hurting...someone.

"Oh, I'm thinking about when I can climb Tiandu Peak in Huangshan Mountain with you."

Luo Xi was lying on the outside, seeing him lift the quilt, she moved her body inward to make room for Fu Xindong who was no longer naked.

The bodies of the two men cuddled tightly together.

"I've been with Uncle for a long time, and Ai Wu Ji Wu also fell in love with mountain climbing?"

Fu Xindong held the boy's head in his arms, and slowly ran his fingers back and forth through his black hair.

Luo Xi gave a "hmm", looked up at Fu Xindong's eyes, and took the cell phone beside the pillow.

On the screen saver of the mobile phone, there is still the photo of the boy in white clothes looking back at Tiandu Peak.

"Actually... I have been to Tiandu Peak before."

Fu Xindong knew that Luo Xi had been to Huangshan. The last time the two of them talked about their mobile phone photos, he said lightly that he didn't ask too much, but he didn't forget that the first time the two met was in Huangshan. On the plane in Beijing.

"Oh? Is that the first time we met on the plane?"

Luo Xi nodded, and put the phone in front of Fu Xindong, "Didn't you say that you saw Ye Guizhou filming the scene of jumping off a cliff in Tiandu Peak, isn't this one?"

The photo showed a scene that Fu Xindong could never forget. He took the phone and nodded slightly.

"Uncle, actually... this is our real first meeting, you know?"

At this time, the boy's slightly mischievous eyes and the man's slightly surprised eyes met in the air.

"Luo Xi..."

Fu Xindong called the boy's name, but didn't know what to say for a while.

He understood the meaning of the boy's words, but he couldn't believe that on the high cliff, in the vast sea of ​​clouds, the boy in white who looked back and smiled sadly and jumped off the cliff was not Ye Guizhou, but It's the lover in my arms right now, Luo Xi who I miss.

"Uncle...that's right, the person that day was me."

Luo Xi threw away the phone and hugged Fu Xindong's head. The two just looked at each other up and down. No one spoke for a long time.

"That was the first time I acted as a stand-in for Ye Guizhou. I didn't expect that you were also on the scene, but to be honest, I was completely in the scene, and it was cloudy. You saw me, but I didn't see you. "

He gently poked the tip of his tongue between the man's slightly opened lips, and twirled it skillfully.

"It's just mine, it's mine. My god, let me meet you on the plane. Do you know? When I was thrown on top of you, there was only one question in my mind, this stupid big bastard It's too fucking big, too fucking hard!"

The man suddenly used the grappling hand that he had practiced countless times, and turned the man's body over, "Luo Xiaoxi, you asked for it..."

When the two people made a tight inhalation sound in their throats at the same time, their bodies and souls had once again perfectly fused together in this dark bedroom.

The man panted heavily and leaned his face to the boy's ear, "Remember, uncle is hard, not just that egg!"

*********

midnight.

Fu Xindong looked at Luo Xi who was so tired that he fell asleep quickly, and gently took his mobile phone, and carefully looked at the photo that had already been extremely clear in his heart.

It turned out that he and I really seemed to have a predestined fate.

That's why I met him on the first day of Tiandu Peak's opening after five years of rest, in my favorite Huangshan sea of ​​clouds.

He lingered back and forth between the photo and the handsome face beside him.

After a long time, he gently took his mobile phone and pulled out the picture of the old political commissar leaving a picture in a pool of blood.