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Lin Yuan's car drove into a high-end villa area in the suburbs.

Fu Chong watched the car slowly driving towards the interior of the community, seeing the European-style community scenery in his eyes, with unique ingenuity everywhere, a low-key luxury, secretly sighing in his heart that there are still classes or strata in this society after all.

He looked at the man beside him who was driving into the garage. The man's concentration was very attractive.Such a high-ranking person always deviates from the imagination of ordinary people in his actions.

Life may have its own destiny. Some people are at the top and enjoy the scenery of the high place, but they often have the distress of being too cold at the top.Some people are at the bottom, thinking about firewood, rice, oil and salt every day, but they may be content with the softness of the porridge and the fragrance of the vegetables.I'm afraid that the people at the top of the peak have wealth and elegance, and they are greedy for some original desires endowed by the Creator.And too many ordinary people are eager to climb to the heights, eager for quick success and instant benefit, regardless of the meaning of happiness itself.The word 人, with one stroke to the east and one stroke to the west, not only involves each other, but also supports each other. Only when it is balanced can it stand.It's just a pity that too many people can't resist the obsession in their hearts. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. In the end, they lose their desires and lose their souls.

Fu Chong followed Lin Yuan into this extremely elegant villa in his own sad mood.

"Apart from me and you, there is no third person who has lived here." Lin Yuan threw the key on the shoe cabinet and said to Fu Chong.

The decoration of the villa is very beautiful, some American style and modern style are blended. It can be seen that many decorations in the living room are very exquisite and tasteful.

"Mayor, doesn't my sister-in-law know that you're going back to the province to study? She...won't come?" Fu Chong was thinking wildly along the way, and now he has pulled his thoughts back.

"I didn't tell her about studying, and besides, she doesn't know about this house." Lin Yuan motioned him to go upstairs with him.

Fu Chong nodded, followed Lin Yuan upstairs, but he was thinking about what Lin Yuan said, what kind of life is behind this man.

In addition to several bedrooms and a study room upstairs, there is also a room where Lin Yuan usually stays here.Pushing open the door, Fu Chong was stunned for a moment, it seemed to be a...studio.

The room is very open, and there is no other furniture except a large sofa and coffee table against the wall.There is a large painting table in the middle, and a wooden easel stands beside it. The table is full of various painting utensils.There are many framed oil paintings hanging on the walls, most of which are in the style of impressionism.Although Fu Chong didn't have much research on painting, he also knew that these paintings were quite high-quality and looked very eye-catching.Are these drawn by him?

"Want to know if I painted it?" Lin Yuan on the side seemed to have guessed his thoughts.

"kindness."

"I painted them, but I rarely have time to do them. I painted them within a few years. Sometimes when I go back to the province to study or have a meeting, I just go and stay here for two days. When my hands are itchy, I just paint. " Lin Yuan said while flipping through the materials on the painting case.

"Oh."

"Oh, um. Ah... how can Secretary Fu know these words? Please give me some comments." Lin Yuan crossed his arms and leaned on the painting table.

"I don't understand such elegant art..." Fu Chong didn't look at him, and turned to look at the paintings on the other wall.

It was a slightly familiar painting, half realistic and half abstract, but it could be seen that it was a naked man lying in a white bathtub, and a person could be clearly seen from the strange facial lines of the man. Dying breath.He remembered that this picture should be somewhat similar to a masterpiece "The Death of Marat" he had seen in his student days.

I don't know why, other paintings in this room Fu Chong only thinks that the pure artistic atmosphere is very heavy or the simple paintings are beautiful, but only this painting makes him feel a strange feeling in his chest inexplicably, maybe it is Because the snow-white bathtub reminded him of something, maybe it was the distorted expression of the man in the painting that made his heart palpitate.

The memory left in his brain when the teacher explained "The Death of Marat" floated uncontrollably in his brain. The man named Marat became the chairman of the Jacobin faction in the French Revolution because of his excellent calling ability, but at the same time He is also a cruel and bloodthirsty activist who often sends his political opponents to the guillotine without trial. A lady who opposes tyranny uses an excuse to negotiate matters, enters Marat's bathroom, and assassinates him without defense, ending took the life of this violent politician.

Lin Yuan felt a little upset when he heard his tone that seemed slightly sarcastic. He walked behind him and stretched out his arms to wrap around him.The boy in front of him visibly froze, and he could almost feel the changes brought about by the sudden tense muscles in his whole body.

"You...don't you come from the School of Economics, Renmin University of China?" Fu Chong wanted to say something casually to him, otherwise the feeling of him being hugged behind him would make him a little restless and at a loss... Even if he had lost his mind and went crazy, he was sober At that time, Fu Chong subconsciously wanted to stay away from him.

"I learned it when I was a child, but later I became a hobby." Lin Yuan squeezed Fu Chong's hand, "Can we stop talking about you in the future? You are so famous, and you know where I went to university? Hehe... You care about me."

"Can I cook here? There seems to be nothing there." Fu Chong was pinched by him, his ears became hot, and he quickly cited the topic that Lin Yuan was interested in.

"There's nothing here today, I can't do it, go out and eat, I'm hungry when you say it."

The two of them got up early the next morning.

It's a bit far from Fu Chong's office here, he didn't want to be late when he just came to work, the Linyuan Party School just started classes not long ago, and it hasn't reached the stage where the students can relax.After buying breakfast at the convenience store, Lin Yuan carefully bit the bun while driving, poking his head forward for fear of getting it on his body.Looking at him like this, Fu Chong felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Sometimes this man really looks like a child, with a simplicity that doesn't match his age and status.However, even a child, he is still a bad boy, right? Lin Yuan thought about it for a long time last night, and in the end he just added a little medicine to the water glass, which was much less than usual.

There was an idea in his mind, which came from Fu Chong's various subconscious physical reactions to him.If Fu Chong has always had to rely on drugs to have desires for himself, his feeling towards himself is like an epiphyllum that only blooms at midnight. .

This is definitely not what Lin Yuan wanted.

When he brought Fu Chong here, he already knew that his feelings for this boy had undergone a change that surprised even himself.He wanted to be with him so much, and wanted him to get closer to him, that he didn't bother to find a relationship to let him seconded to the province temporarily, but he didn't want to be separated from him for too long in these two months.This is probably not just a simple liking, I... should have been... in love.

Therefore, what I also want is an equal love.It's bound to be difficult because it got off to a really bad start, but anyway, it started, didn't it?

So the two men last night, in this luxurious and quiet villa, on this bleak but warm autumn night, experienced a kind of sex that was different from the crazy ones that seemed to be dying.It's not an endless demand, nor a sudden helplessness, but like two teenagers who have tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, with the passion of blushing and heartbeat, and the shyness of half pushing and half letting go.Lin Yuan suppressed his desire to go straight to Huanglong, but together with Fu Chong, he felt the trembling brought by the comfort during the groping, felt the wetness of the mouth in the light kiss that wanted to refuse and greeted, and bit by bit Go in and taste the depth and mystery of the secret passage...

Maybe it wasn't tacit understanding enough, maybe there was subconscious evasion, but Lin Yuan's keen sense told him that the boy's body was no longer as stiff and defensive as before. For him and himself, all it needed was time and... patience.

Secretary-General Fang Wen had a very good impression of Fu Chong.This young man has only been here for more than a week. His working status, efficiency and ability to adapt to the environment surprised even an old man, especially his calmness, delicacy and comprehensiveness. It is rare.

Jinshan ranks at the bottom of the province's prefecture-level cities in terms of size and economic development. Sometimes it will bring people inertial thinking, and it seems that other aspects of work will also be positioned at that position.The Provincial Office has several young people seconded from several places, and they have spent much longer time than Fu Chong. However, after dealing with a few things at work, Fang Wen can see that the overall quality of this new boy is far better than that of the previous ones. Those few.The Provincial Office is currently very short of manpower, otherwise so many people would not have been seconded from the grassroots. The General Office and the Secretariat are looking for their own important people. Fang Wen was moved to really transfer Fu Chong from Jinshan.

He called Lin Yuan. Fu Chong was sent by Lin Yuan himself. It is obvious that he attaches great importance to this young man. Now he wants to build a springboard for Fu Chong to jump into the Dragon Gate. I think Mayor Lin will be more satisfied. .

Lin Yuan flattered his old friend, what Huiyan knows a talent, and Bole discovered that the words of Maxima were all revealed, and he fought for a long time, haha, the result?disagree.If you don’t agree, don’t agree. Fang Wen knows that leaders are sometimes selfish, and soldiers who are used to it are not willing to let go easily when they are in use.Fortunately, generally such a talented leader will make an ideal arrangement in the end, which can be regarded as a friendly relationship between the host and the guest.Sure enough, although Mayor Lin declined the kindness of Secretary-General Fang before, he put a long-term plan in the end. He hoped that after two or three years, after Fu Chong worked hard in the local area for a while, Secretary Fang would still think about it when he had the opportunity. Seeing myself this love will be a little bit.

In the evening, after Lin Yuan picked up Fu Chong from get off work, the two found a big supermarket and bought food and vegetables for about a week.

Fu Chong was busy in the kitchen, wanting to make some serious dishes.In the past few days, the two of them have been dealing with each other outside, and Lin Yuan has already made a formal protest on the bed.

In the living room, Lin Yuan flipped through the planning plan sent by the construction committee in the afternoon, read it several times, and found a few small omissions, so he called the director of the construction committee and asked them to make corrections as soon as possible.While on a call, the mobile phone keeps beeping for an incoming call.After hanging up the phone, he looked at the missed call. Tong Lingxiu called. He thought about it and dialed back.

"You're looking for me?" He forced himself to add a little heat to his flat tone.

"Mayor Lin, I heard from Wu Min that you are now classmates at the party school. You study very hard, and you don't go home when you go to the province. You are really a Dayu controlling the floods. You plan to pass through the house three times and never enter!" Tong Lingxiu seldom Talking to him like this with a gun and a club like this sounds like he was pissed off.Wu Min is the female mayor of another prefecture-level city, and she was also sent from the province. She had a pretty good relationship with Tong Lingxiu in the province before. Presumably, the two got in touch and knew that she was in the provincial capital.

Before Lin Yuan answered, Tong Lingxiu said again: "Lin Yuan, don't think that if I don't speak, it means I don't know about your crap. To be honest, it wasn't my brother who persuaded me. I wanted to break up with you a long time ago. I hope Don't go too far, and I would like to remind you one last thing, don't wait for your family to know that you are in the province before coming back with shame." Before Lin Yuan could say a word, the other party had already hung up the phone.

His face darkened, and he threw the phone down on the sofa, feeling depressed for a while.

It's over, and the words his wife said just now ran out of his mind.The marriage of the two of them is indeed in vain, what is maintained is their beautiful shells as politicians and successful women respectively, and that's all.

However, behind this shell, there are two intricate and far-reaching interests that have been created by the two families over the years. From the parents to the peers, hooking up with each other and affecting the whole body, it is by no means as simple as saying a sentence. .

Fu Chong set up the meals and called Lin Yuan to come over for dinner.Lin Yuan shook his head, intending to put this bad mood aside, he brought two bottles of red wine from the wine cabinet, both of which were gifts from top French collections, and planned to drink less with Fu Chong alone.

Just after pouring the wine, Fu Chong's phone rang. He glanced at it and went to the living room with the phone.

"What... what are you doing..." Yana's voice on the phone seemed to be a little erratic.

"The meal was just cooked..." Fu Chong found himself inexplicably nervous, as if he was worried that his girlfriend would ask some difficult questions.

"Oh, you still cook for him... for Mayor Lin every day? You take good care of him... It seems like I haven't eaten something you made for a long time..." Yana's tone was faintly tinged Neither strong nor light sourness.

Fu Chong frowned. For a moment, he felt as if a very thin needle had been stuck on the tip of his heart. There was only a small wound, but the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.What the girl said turned into a vivid picture that appeared in front of Fu Chong in an instant. On the one hand, Lin Yuan was sitting at the dining table enjoying the delicious food he made, and on the other hand, Yana was leaning on her bedside, looking at the two people. wedding photo, sighing sadly.

"I'll make it for you when I get back..." He said a little hastily, as if he was afraid that the other party would not be able to hear his expression if it was too late.

"Let's go eat... I'm fine..."

Yana hung up the phone, and Fu Chong was stunned for a while in the living room.

Autumn in the northern country may be because the tree trunks cannot retain the autumn wind's pursuit of leaves, and the bleakness and desolation of a place always brings a reason for sad autumn to passionate men and women.

So, the two men drank up both bottles of red wine unknowingly.Lin Yuan knew that Fu Chong's drinking capacity was good, and a bottle of red wine should be far from enough.But for some reason, that boy was obviously out of shape, his face turned red early on, and although he didn't say much, his eyes became foggy and scattered.The two of them didn't speak, and looked at each other occasionally, then toasted and drank.

There was a hazy smell of alcohol in Fu Chong's eyes. He looked at Lin Yuan opposite. This man was wearing a pure black cashmere sweater of unknown foreign brand, navy blue trousers, and a shiny watch on his wrist. Everyone seems to be shining.He sat there with half a glass of red wine in his hand, which fit so well with this high-end and fashionable villa.He is high and powerful, he can speak, he can debate, and he is elegant. It is said that he can play volleyball at the level of a national second-level athlete. Now that he knows it, he can draw well.

Regardless of his character, he is the kind of person who stands on the top of the pyramid in this society.However, whether you are high above or overlooking the world, you have your world and I live my life, why do you insist on pulling me into your world and destroying the mediocre happiness that I managed carefully.Lin Yuan, maybe in your heart, you care about your feelings, your likes, your love.However, if these things that make you feel happy are based on hurting others, but you still persist in this way and be so selfish, do you think that you are worthy of the true love you think?

Under the dim light, amidst the scent of sweet wine, and in the indistinct stare with Lin Yuan, Fu Chong's heart is like a grassland blown by the wind, and the sky is blue and the earth is cold.Before he knew it, he was drowsy as if he was about to fall asleep.

Lin Yuan carefully supported him, put him down on the sofa in the living room, and let him fall asleep comfortably.He sat opposite for a while, looking at his half-frowned and half-shut brows, half-red and half-white face, under the light of the living room, there was an indescribable attraction.

Although he drank a lot, he was not as drunk as Fu Chong.Suddenly, an idea came to Lin Yuan's mind. He hurried to the studio, found painting tools, painting clips, and drawing boards, and brought them into the living room. He slowly chose an angle opposite Fu Chong. Man draws a sketch.

The community's security team regularly patrolled the community over and over again, and when walking on the path covered with autumn leaves, there was a rustling sound under their feet.These ordinary men are used to checking the safety of the distinguished residents in this luxurious villa group.Their eyes froze nervously in the dark and remote corners of the community, but they rarely paid attention to the various people in the rooms with warm lights.If they could take a casual look at the beautiful villa in Linyuan, they might see the intoxicating scene of that autumn night.A tall and handsome man is using his eyes full of love and the pen in his hand to outline the appearance of another young man sleeping drunk on the sofa little by little.

That night, Lin Yuan affixed the name of the painting on the small sketch, "My sleeping lover."

Lin Yuan's study at the party school is coming to an end, and all kinds of dinners are springing up like mushrooms after rain.He not only has to participate, but also takes the initiative to form a bureau. This opportunity to communicate and increase contact is very beneficial to these leaders of the same level. Everyone has broadened their interpersonal channels without knowing it, and spread their so-called relationship network throughout the whole world. The province is getting bigger and bigger.

Lin Yuan had dinner outside at night, and Fu Chong took a taxi back to the villa by himself.It is very simple for him to eat by himself, he cooks some noodles and adds some vegetables and he is done.

It's still early, Lin Yuan should not come back for a long time.Fu Chong seemed to suddenly have a special interest in this house that he had lived in for nearly two months. He started from the living room and slowly appreciated it room by room.

In his mind was Lin Yuan whispering in his ear one night when he was deeply in love, "I will work in Jinshan for three years at most, and then I will go back to the province. At that time, I will transfer you to the province. Come on, find a good department, we... have been together all this time, this house is not in my name, I plan to take the time to put it under your name, then you will live here, I can come over anytime, this There are many precious collections given by others in the house... Let me tell you, Xiao Chong, I am sincere to you... "

Is it true?Maybe yes.Fu Chong was silent and did not speak.

The last room is Lin Yuan's studio. Compared with the original one, the only change these days is that a new sketch has been added next to the oil painting similar to "The Death of Marat".Fu Chong stood there quietly and looked at it for a long time. Although the person in the painting was just a black and white portrait drawn with a pencil, it had a natural charm, and seemed to have more indescribable attractiveness than the real self.

He returned to his room, opened his laptop, and brought up an encrypted and deeply hidden document.

There is not much content in the document, and he just added a line at the back, which is the specific address, area and some of the more valuable collections in the villa.