I ate soft rice in those years

"Wen Lin, it's Auntie."

Lin Zhifeng's voice came from the other end of the phone, trembling, as if begging.

Chu Wenlin stopped in his tracks, glanced at Zhuang Zongyuan, and then replied calmly, "What's the matter?"

"You, can you come to persuade your brother? I really have no choice. He has been stabbing himself with that knife these days. Wen Lin sees it for your brother's sake. Help him. He will listen now." Your words.."

After Chu Xingchen woke up, he didn't speak again, as if he was a different person.

It was a bit gloomy in the past, but now it looks more like a soulless one.

If she knew that Chu Xingchen would behave like this, Lin Zhifeng would definitely not have told him about Zhuang Wen's pregnancy directly, but the matter has developed to this point, and there is no medicine for regret.

Even though she knew that Chu Wenlin was likely to refuse, she still called, but to her surprise, Chu Wenlin agreed.

"I see." Chu Wenlin replied softly, "Tomorrow, I will go there tomorrow."

Lin Zhifeng kept saying thank you, Chu Wenlin hung up the phone, turned around and found that Zhuang Zongyuan was standing beside him, staring at him quietly.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, and when Chu Wenlin was about to speak, Zhuang Zongyuan held his hand, "Let's go."

As if the conversation just heard didn't exist, Zhuang Zongyuan's eyes and tone remained the same as before, but it made Chu Wenlin feel a little complicated.

On the soft bed, Chu Wenlin took off his shirt and lay on it. Zhuang Zongyuan reached out and gently pressed his slender neck and thin shoulder bones. His light hair was scattered around his neck.

Zhuang Zongyuan stopped, touched Chu Wenlin's soft hair with his fingers, then lowered his head and leaned against his back, pressed his lips against his shoulder, and asked hoarsely, "Are you going there tomorrow? "

Chu Wenlin was silent for a moment, he didn't know what to say, the time he met Lin Zhifeng was the end of his mission.When Chu Wenlin received this call, he knew very well that he was about to leave.

So he procrastinated for a day and left this time to Zhuang Zongyuan.

Chu Wenlin sat up with his upper body propped up, looked into Zhuang Zongyuan's deep eyes, slowly moved closer, and pressed his cold lips, "Zhuang Zongyuan."

This was the first time he called his name, the voice was very soft but contained too much.

The kiss gradually deepened, and Chu Wenlin called Zhuang Zongyuan's name between his lips and teeth, calling him uncle.

Zhuang Zongyuan held his face, his breathing became short of breath, his forehead was lowered, he closed his eyes and whispered, "I don't want you to go."

Obviously he was in a high position and looked down on everyone all year round. He could persuade Chu Wenlin like before, or order and threaten, but he didn't.

There was a tremor in Zhuang Zongyuan's voice that he shouldn't have, because he handled everything with equanimity, but such self-control didn't work before him.

Chu Wenlin slowly lowered his eyes.

In fact, there is no difference between going and not going, at such a large point, there will be no big error at all, even if he does not go to see Lin Zhifeng and Chu Xingchen, his ending will not change.

-

In the early morning, Chu Wenlin got up barefoot, and the moment he got up, Zhuang Zongyuan had already woken up.

He walked on the floor, opened the curtains, and the sunlight outside was just right, and when it shone in, Chu Wenlin already felt his whole body starting to heat up.

He turned his head and said with a smile, "Let's go abroad to play."

Chu Wenlin broke his promise with Chu Xingchen.

When Lin Zhifeng saw the news and hurriedly called Chu Wenlin, he and Zhuang Zongyuan had already boarded the plane.

"There should be a fireworks display in summer." Chu Wenlin didn't have time to look it up carefully, so he could only suggest with the travel brochure given by someone on the road.

Zhuang Zongyuan squinted his eyes and smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth, "It's all up to you."

They ate special dishes first, because it was late and they had to go back to the hotel to rest first.

After taking a bath, Chu Wenlin was wearing a bathrobe and looked out the window at the feasting lights. Zhuang Zongyuan hugged his waist from behind, "What are you thinking?"

"Let's go to see the sea again." Chu Wenlin looked at him, "Tomorrow."

Zhuang Zongyuan's eyes also deepened, and he held his hand tightly.

But before going to the beach the next day, Chu Wenlin was admitted to the hospital the next day.

"The patient's organ failure is very serious, and the current level is irreversible. In fact, it should be found if the examination is done earlier." The doctor here does not know Zhuang Zongyuan, and only thinks that if the abnormality is detected earlier, it can be detected. He didn't know what kind of situation Zhuang Zongyuan had achieved, he even wished to hold Chu Wenlin in his hands.

He pushed back all his hair, trying his best to suppress the tyranny in his heart, "You go out."

The doctor wanted to say something, but Yuan Wei, who came in a hurry, bent down and invited him out of the ward.

Yuan Wei raised his head and saw Zhuang Zongyuan taking a step forward unsteadily in the room.

In the past, he would never have imagined that Zhuang Zongyuan would go to this point for one person.

It's a pity that the sky didn't come true, he sighed in a low voice and closed the door.

Zhuang Zongyuan walked slowly to Chu Wenlin's side and sat down. The face of the person on the bed was only pale, and only the mechanical sound of the electrocardiogram machine was left in the ward, all of which reminded Zhuang Zongyuan of a cruel fact, but he could only Quietly waiting for Chu Wenlin to wake up.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Wenlin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

The outside wind blows in slowly, the white curtains are blown up, and the sunlight only reaches the edge of the hospital bed.

Chu Wenlin blinked and looked at the ceiling above his head. Hearing the ticking sound in his ears, he realized where this place was.

Zhuang Zongyuan stretched out his other hand to help Chu Wenlin cover the quilt, "Do you feel okay?"

Chu Wenlin nodded weakly, and stretched out his trembling hand to hold Zhuang Zongyuan.

Zhuang Zong sat in front of his bed, held his hand, and remained silent for a long time until the sun set.

"Take me out for a stroll." Chu Wenlin grabbed one of his fingers, and suddenly said, "It's a little stuffy here."

The courtyard was quiet at night. They lay in the hammock and looked at the stars in the sky. There seemed to be cicadas singing in the forest, but it was already very faint.

"There are many stars today." Chu Wenlin looked at the sky, "Tomorrow should be sunny."

Zhuang Zongyuan hugged him tightly and didn't speak.

Chu Wenlin tried his best to open his eyes and turned his head, "Zhuang Zongyuan..."

He wanted to say forget about him.

He believes that Zhuang Zongyuan can live well without him.

But Zhuang Zongyuan blocked his words with his lips, rubbed the tip of his nose against Chu Wenlin's side face, and said hoarsely: "Chuchu, uncle loves you."

The cold liquid fell on the corner of Chu Wenlin's eyes.

At this moment, Chu Wenlin suddenly remembered what Lin Fanna had said to him. That day she looked at her tear mole, held her face and said, "I heard that the tear mole is the tear left in the corner of the eye by a lover in the previous life."

He didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now he was impressed for some reason.

On the edge of life and death, everything in his life passed by like a revolving lantern, and all the scenes were clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

Chu Wenlin actually did nothing for Zhuang Zongyuan, Zhuang Zongyuan has always been taking care of him.

And he was deceiving, concealing his identity, purpose and everything, pretending to be an ordinary person to obtain Zhuang Zongyuan's love.

I can start over and even forget everything, but Zhuang Zongyuan can only be trapped here, year after year.

"I'm sorry..." Chu Wenlin's voice was weak, and his eyes were hazy.

He wanted to open his eyes to take a last look at Zhuang Zongyuan, but fell into endless darkness in the next second.

Zhuang Zongyuan clenched his cold hands tightly, and the smell of blood came out of his mouth.

And the sound of cicadas in the courtyard stopped at this moment, and the world fell into silence.

When the funeral was held, Chu Xingchen was still wearing a sick suit when he arrived. He looked at Zhuang Zongyuan who was dressed in black in solemnity, and gritted his teeth with hatred.

"That's what you tm said will take good care of him!" He couldn't help but swear, when he rushed over, he was stopped by someone, and he stared at Zhuang Zongyuan, "He just has asthma! He was alive and well .”

Zhuang Zongyuan gave him a cold look, not wanting to waste any experience in explaining, "Take him out."

"Why! He's my brother!" Chu Xingchen wanted to push away the guard who was blocking him, but was dragged directly out of the funeral.

He was still making noise outside, Yuan Wei looked at it and hesitated a few times. After all, Chu Xingchen could be regarded as Chu Wenlin's family, but he is not the same father and mother. It is understandable that Zhuang Zongyuan didn't want him to come, but just Even Chu Huiwen was turned away, and he couldn't figure it out.

Zhuang Zongyuan looked at the photo of Chu Wenlin on the wall, and said calmly: "They are not relatives of Chu Wenlin."

Not in any sense.

Chu Xingchen was still shouting loudly outside, "Why are you still alive?"

Zhuang Zongyuan sneered.

If he didn't have to find out that "thing", he wouldn't stay here anymore.

-

As time passed, Zhuang Zongyuan asked someone to frame Chu Wenlin's painting and sent it over.

Looking at the interaction between him and himself above, Zhuang Zongyuan suddenly realized that there was an omen.

Chu Wenlin knew about it from the beginning, so he kept these paintings.He always remembered the pair of rabbit ear shoes they met for the first time, outside the western restaurant, he wrapped the scarf around Chu Wenlin's neck...

He drew all the details clearly.

Looking at these paintings from a distance, Zhuang Zong couldn't breathe.

He clutched his chest, as if he felt the feeling of asthma, his chest was heavy, as if shrouded in a layer of haze, the gas was continuously exhaled from his mouth, his lungs seemed to be unable to function, and he was about to die in a second.

Chu Wenlin was a little bastard, and he wanted to make him forget, but left so many pictures that carried memories.

Zhuang Zongyuan hung these paintings where he could see them.

Since then, many paintings and a photo have been hung in the manor, showing the owner of the manor and a young man.

He attaches great importance to it, so the aunt needs to take care of the dust every day.

Every time he walked past the photo in the middle of the hall, he would stop for a while.

"Mr. Zhuang." The aunt came over, "Breakfast is ready. Besides, this is something sent by Miss Zhuang."

Only then did Zhuang Zongyuan look away and look at the red envelope in her hand.

He frowned, and it took a moment before he reached out and took it.

He untied the tie with his fingers, flipped it slightly, and then pulled out the card.

It was an invitation, a wedding invitation.The protagonists are undoubtedly Chu Xingchen and Zhuang Wen.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, isn't it ridiculous?

Not long ago, Chu Xingchen made a big fuss at the funeral because of Chu Wenlin's death. In just a few days, the invitation has already been sent.

Zhuang Zongyuan held the piece of paper between his fingers, sneered, and threw it on the table next to him, "Take it and throw it away later." After saying that, he walked towards the dining room with his walking stick.

The aunt watched him go away and sighed.

It wasn't a day or two since Zhuang Zongyuan had been at odds with his niece, and her surname was not Zhuang, so naturally she couldn't say anything.

She picked up the feather duster to clean up the dust on the painting. The housekeeper just came over and said a few words to her, and the two chatted.

The auntie looked at the young man hanging on the wall, and asked the housekeeper next to her in a low voice, suspiciously, "Who on earth is this, making Mr. Zhuang so careful about this picture?"

"Well... I don't know." The butler shook his head, examined the young man in the photo carefully, and smacked his lips, "It does look familiar."

Zhuang Zongyuan, who hadn't left yet, heard their words, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if time stood still.

Then he turned slowly, eyelashes trembling, and looked straight at them.

The aunt realized that he had heard the discussion between herself and the housekeeper, and quickly lowered her head.

Zhuang Zongyuan walked slowly in front of them, suddenly raised his cane, and pointed straight at Chu Wenlin on the wall, "Who do you say he is?"

"This..." Auntie couldn't speak out, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuang, we shouldn't gossip behind."

The butler also bowed his head beside him.

Zhuang Zongyuan sneered, then burst out laughing.

Then he stopped laughing suddenly, raised his cane and swept all the things on the table next to him to the ground.

Everyone forgot about Chu Wenlin's existence.

The aunt who once loved him and the housekeeper who took care of his daily life only had a familiar sentence in the end, and the so-called younger brother only sent a wedding invitation.

Zhuang Zongyuan looked out at the sunny sky, his eyes became extremely gloomy.

Since they had forgotten, he asked them to remember.

That "something" wanted the world to continue in peace, but he refused to let it go.

"Call Yuan Wei over here. I'm going to attend Zhuang Wen's wedding ceremony in a few days."

-

Because of Zhuang Wen's pregnancy, time was tight, so a few days after the invitation was sent, it was their wedding day.

Zhuang Wen's parents died, and her uncle didn't come. Chu Xingchen didn't want her to be wronged, so he asked his father, Chu Huiwen, to take her up.

The white petals and the wedding dress are pure and beautiful.

Sitting under the stage were a group of relatives and their classmates.

Lin Fanna watched Zhuang Wen walking towards Chu Xingchen, her heart was full of blessings, but she always felt that she had forgotten something.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and in the backlight, Zhuang Zongyuan walked in in a wheelchair being pushed by Yuan Wei.

Zhuang Wen turned her head when she heard the voice, and found that it was Zhuang Zongyuan, her eyes widened in surprise, as if surprised by his arrival, "Uncle."

Zhuang Zongyuan looked at her and smiled, "Zhuang Wen, today is a good time for you to get married. Uncle specially came to give you a gift."

Looking at his posture, Zhuang Wen couldn't believe that he had good intentions, "Take a seat first."

"No need, I'll leave as soon as I finish delivering it. But there are some things that need to be clarified beforehand." Zhuang Zongyuan's narrowed eyes flashed a light, "I will also give you the status to marry Chu Xingchen in a fair manner."

Zhuang Wen blinked blankly, not understanding what he meant.

Zhuang Zongyuan looked at all the visitors with a calm expression, and tilted his head towards Yuan Wei and raised his chin.

Yuan Wei next to him nodded, turned his head, looked at everyone, and heard a clear and serious voice.

"Here, on behalf of Mr. Chu Wenlin, Mr. Zhuang announces the formal dissolution of the engagement with Zhuang Wen."

Chu Wenlin? !

All the visitors opened their eyes wide in surprise.

How is this going?

Lin Zhifeng hurriedly stood up, "What do you mean? Chu Wenlin has passed away."

Yuan Wei looked at her calmly and replied: "Yes, but you will not forget that it is Chu Wenlin who is engaged to Zhuang Wen, that is, Chu Xingchen's brother, right? You will not forget that in Zhuang Wen Did you stay with your son before breaking off the engagement?"

Lin Zhifeng froze on the spot, and everyone was just waking up from a dream at this moment.

That's right, Zhuang Wen's fiancé is Chu Wenlin.

My brother died, and my brother and his fiancée got married in such a ostentatious manner without changing their expressions. What's going on?

Lin Fanna even covered her mouth, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

How many tears did she shed on the day she learned of Chu Wenlin's death, and she actually forgot?

She is the person who knows the whole story of this matter best. She always thought that Chu Xingchen and Zhuang Wen were in a relationship, but now she actually came to tell her that Zhuang Wen and Chu Wenlin were the one who had a marriage contract, and they did not dissolve it. During the engagement, she had an affair with Chu Xingchen and became pregnant.

She glanced at Zhuang Wen and Chu Xingchen in disbelief, stood up and resolutely left the table.

When Zhuang Wen saw it, she felt ashamed. Chu Xingchen, who was beside her, looked at Zhuang Zongyuan's cold eyes and covered her head in confusion.

He had been struggling during this time, but his brother passed away and Zhuang Wen was pregnant again. It took a lot of effort before he made up his mind to establish a relationship.

He saw the scratch on his wrist, opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly woke up.

Seeing his eyes, Zhuang Zongyuan raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

It doesn't make any sense now, it's just that he doesn't want them to have an easy time.

"Documents." Zhuang Zongyuan said to Yuan Wei who was next to him, and Yuan Wei handed him the documents in his hands.

"Zhuang Wen, the shares of Dingzhong I kept for your parents, now I will take out half of the compensation you paid to Chu Wenlin, and return it to you." After finishing speaking, I threw it all over.

The paper fell to the ground, splashing rose petals all over the place.

The interior of Ding Zhong has already begun to rot. If Zhuang Wen has no ability, he doesn't need to make more moves. It won't take long for him to lose in her hands.

-

After leaving the auditorium, with the sun shining on his body, Zhuang Zongyuan took a deep breath.

Now that everything has been resolved, the world will have countermeasures soon, but it doesn't matter.

When he saw the flower shop next to him, he raised his chin, "Go there and have a look."

Although Chu Wenlin was not allergic to asthma, some flowers did not have a big impact on him, but for safety, Zhuang Zongyuan never gave him a bouquet of flowers.

So today, he bought a bunch of the brightest ones.

The owner of the flower shop came up with a smile, "Sir, your flowers are wrapped, can I write a greeting card for you?"

Zhuang Zongyuan nodded, "I'll do it myself."

Taking the scented card, Zhuang Zongyuan's pen tip rested on the paper, but he didn't move. After a while, he finally wrote.

There are only two characters on the floral-scented card, one Chu and one Zhuang.