Not in reincarnation

The snowflakes falling one after another indicate that this place has entered the winter dream time.The trees that have stripped off their leaves leave only thin branches. With the snow all over the sky as the background, there are clear icicles and covered with pale snow, quite like a snow beauty wearing a white fox fur who stands silently in the snow.There are shoe prints of different shades, sizes and shapes on the thick snow, and there are snowmen piled up by urchins in the corners of the park and on the withered grass.

Cold and clear, snowflakes swirl down, everything is throbbing and desolate in the burial of snow.

The bright red blood had frozen into ice, and the ambulance sped away.Standing among the onlookers, Zheng Jiang watched the remnants of the car accident without saying a word, thinking of the dying man who was hit by the front of the car and flew away.

His hair was dyed an unobtrusive brown, his clothes were bright, and his eyes couldn't hide the deep sadness.Zheng Jiang was amazed by his beautiful and unobtrusive appearance, and in the next second he fell under the eyes of everyone.The plum-like lips lost their color immediately, and his skin was as pale as the snow around him.

Wrapping his coat tightly, Zheng Jiang took out a cigarette with a filter in his mouth, and searched for a lighter.His fingers were flushed from the cold, and he almost lost consciousness, and all sensations were extremely dull.

And a rough-skinned and thick-skinned hand appeared in front of him, and he lit his cigarette neatly.Zheng Jiang looked at the hand, it was an old man. "Young man, are you scared after seeing this scene?" He squinted his eyes and smiled, retracting his hand to light the cigarette he was holding at an angle.

"Not really..."

"Hehe, I used to fight in wars, the ground was covered with blood, and in the snow, the ground was also covered with frozen blood... Now that I look at this, I will unconsciously think of the past, and I want to draw a cigarette." Let's reminisce about the past." He seemed to ignore what he said, and began to mutter to himself, his voice was thin and low, which was the old man's usual way of nagging.

Zheng Jiang didn't want to be impatient with an old man, at least someone who looked older than himself, so he just listened to him quietly. "He's going to die sooner or later. Why send an ambulance? He was hit so far, I believe the snow skidded, and the car twisted around and whoever didn't hit him, hit him." He said casually.

Zheng Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and what he said obviously had some deep meaning.

"Be careful when it's snowing." The old man pulled the cotton-padded jacket on his body, and walked tremblingly with his stooped body.

Zheng Jiang stood, smoking slowly, waiting for the temperature to cover his cold body.With the last puff, he took a deep breath, the cigarette butt glowed with orange flames, and he exhaled the gray smoke from his mouth. As soon as he let go of his fingers, the smoke fell on the snow, and the flame was extinguished immediately.Zheng Jiang fumbled for his mobile phone, pressed the number, and the call was connected quickly.

"I, Zheng Jiang."

A ward of a municipal hospital.

The doctor covered it with a white cloth, and the people standing by the bed were uniformly dressed in black suits, and those in white and black were all expressionless.Doctors who are used to seeing life and death are numb, while others are indifferent.

A black suit that looked more temperamental opened the white cloth again, as if to confirm whether he was really dead.The doctor sighed, stepped on the tiles with leather shoes, and walked out.As soon as the door was opened, a cart quickly passed through the door frame.

Someone seemed to say something to the man.His hands were still in the open position, his eyes were fixed on the lifeless face, and he just lowered his head.

Zheng Jiang was lying on a white hospital bed, with a needle in his left hand and a drug that had been stolen from the sky, and a handheld computer in his right hand. He observed the situation in that ward by stealing into the hospital monitoring room.Wenkang sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, typing on the keyboard of his laptop.

The silence didn't last long, and he spoke quickly, keeping his eyes on the monitor. "Found it, his name is Zhong Yiming, born in 92, a bartender at the Enchanting Life bar. He has an affair with a mafia boss named Zhang Yi in this city."

"MB?" Zheng Jiang thought of Zhong Yiming's handsome face, and felt inexplicably suitable.Wenkang raised his head, his eyes were a little startled, and he didn't know what he was thinking.After being frozen for a while, he asked softly, "Do you want to listen to Zhang Yi's information?"

"Is Zhong Yiming dead? Then I'll just ask him for the information." Zheng Jiang sat up and pulled out the needle.Wenkang stood up and adjusted his slid glasses: "Are you so sure?"

"I can't do anything with a melancholy handsome man." Stretching his wrist in front of him, exposing blood vessels, "Someone killed him, I hope it wasn't that Zhang Yi." Wenkang bent down and typed a few times on the keyboard: " How are you going to get close to Zhang Yi this time?"

Zheng Jiang thought for a while, and said seriously: "Rebirth."

"..." I got my wish and received Wen Kang's contemptuous eyes.

There was no living person in Zhong Yiming's ward. Zheng Jiang was afraid of the monitor. After all, it was his ally just now, but it would also be his enemy to expose him.

Zheng Jiang believes that Wenkang will handle the monitors here, and Mi Liu will teach him how to deal with all emergencies.Pretending to wander around in various wards unintentionally, repeatedly intruding and apologizing without smiling, Zheng Jiang felt that Zhong Yiming should be such a man who relies on his own power and loves to do anything wrong, so his performance must be more realistic .

When he arrived at his room, Zheng Jiang pretended to glance at him casually, and then acted dumbfounded.The white cloth on Zhong Yiming's face was not covered, as if he was asleep, very peaceful.Zheng Jiang ran over staggeringly, grabbed the quilt, tested his breath, stroked his face, and took his hand again.

The white and bony hands are very cold, and when the skin touches the cold and the heat, memories are poured in like a torrent.Zheng Jiang didn't stop him, and took all his memories according to the order, and then fell to the ground, pretending to pass out.Zheng Jiang lay on the ground with his eyes closed thinking about his memory, although the floor was a bit cold, he could still bear it.

Zhong Yiming is very jealous, and this time he ran out because of Zhang Yi's quarrel with him, but in his memory, Zhang Yi was very tolerant of him, and he could still feel that Zhang Yi really cared about him.Could it be that he was wrong?He couldn't fully absorb that memory, the memory information was huge, and it would take a lot of time to filter out the useful ones.

Unwillingly, Zheng Jiang searched for clues, and tried to substitute himself, making himself the new "Zhong Yiming".Evening came soon, and Zheng Jiang looked at the memories for too long, so sleepy that he fell asleep, and continued to think motionlessly when he woke up.

But the sound of the door opening interrupted all his train of thought. What he heard was not Wenkang's footsteps, but many people's.

"Boss!"

A voice whispered beside him.

"What's going on here?" The footsteps were chaotic, and Zheng Jiang could hear them flocking to him.

"Why is there someone here with A Ming?" The voice hesitated.

"Wow, she's quite pretty, isn't he an old friend of Brother Ming?" Zheng Jiang wanted to frown to express his dislike in a sultry voice, but he tried his best to suppress and comfort himself, trying to pretend to be dizzy.

"Get it up."

So he was dragged up, and someone grabbed his shoulders and shook him desperately.

...I'm so nauseated and dizzy, please stop, I might really faint if I go on.

Zheng Jiang tried his best to open his eyes, and met a strange yet familiar face—he didn't know him, but Zhong Yiming did.

"Azhe..." The man who shook him when he called his name shook his hand, and immediately let Zheng Jiang go, looking at his companion and then at him. "You... how do you know my name?"

Zheng Jiang ignored him, trying hard to make his eyes red and his nose sour, squeeze out the image of tearful eyes, choked up and said: "Am I dead?..." As a monster who doesn't know how long he has lived, this acting skill is a must.

Sure enough, no one paid attention to him, or they couldn't figure out what he was talking about at all.Zheng Jiang turned to Zhang Yi, who appeared on the monitor frequently in Zhong Yiming's memory, and called out aggrievedly: "Yi..."

Those who were named were like being electrocuted. "...Who are you?" Zhang Yi had to ask calmly.Zheng Jiang reached out to grab his neat suit, and leaned against him, sobbing.

Zhong Yiming is such a person, such a person!

"I'm Yiming..."

Satisfied with his stiffness, Zheng Jiang threw thunder at him slowly: "I remember I was hit by a car... It hurt so much, I woke up and found no one was by my side, I thought you were gone, so I went everywhere Let's go...I didn't expect...I'm lying here..." Then he calmly wiped his tears and snot on his expensive-looking suit.

Zhang Yi was at a loss, Zheng Jiang couldn't see his expression, but he felt that he wanted to hug him, but he didn't know if he could.

The little hooligan next to him started whistling.

"Brother Yi, isn't this pretty good? If it's true, then Brother Ming has a good body, isn't he? You're lucky!" "Shut up!"

Zheng Jiang burst into tears: "Yi, you have to believe me! You have to believe me! Woo..."

Zhong Yiming is such a person!Really such a person!Zheng Jiang yelled inwardly.

Zhang Yi pushed him away, neither serious nor serious.Zheng Jiang took a few steps back and looked at him happily with confused and sad eyes.He stared at Zhong Yiming's pale face with cold eyes.

Zheng Jiang admired this man happily.He has firm facial features, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a beautiful Adam's apple, and a slender and strong figure. He is a handsome man.Following the general trend, the beautiful men are all gay now, which makes him quite satisfied.

The memory of him hugging Zhong Yiming appeared in his mind, and he suddenly felt like being hugged by him.Zheng Jiang subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, regardless of whether he was a good man or not, he wanted to taste it.Zhang Yi raised his head and looked at Zheng Jiang from the corner of his eyes. His cold look was so sexy.

"You said you were Yiming, then tell me, how many times did I fuck him the night I met him for the first time?"

"..."

The little hooligans around didn't even whistle, and coughed in unison.Zheng Jiang sighed a little for this person's thick skin, but blushed abruptly, pretending to be shy and annoyed, while recalling.

"I... how do I know..." Everyone raised their eyebrows, and Zheng Jiang felt murderous.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth: "I fainted!" Then he lowered his head and didn't look at anyone, thinking in his heart that if Zhang Yi really betrayed Zhong Yiming, how would I kill him to repay today's great shame... Wait. He didn't speak for a while, Zheng Jiang thought that the questioning was finally over, but he didn't expect another one.

"What do I do when I sleep with you?"

My day yo.

Now the hooligans stopped coughing and looked at Zheng Jiang with ambiguous eyes.

chapter!easy!I won't be called Zheng Jiang if I don't destroy you!Zheng Jiang was really furious in his heart, but his complexion remained the same, still crimson.

"Huh? I don't know?" Zhang Yi's expression relaxed, as if he concluded that he was a fake.

"You, you, you, you don't like to wear condoms!!!" Zheng Jiang yelled almost hysterically, and the surroundings were suddenly silent.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yi came over and hugged him forcefully, pressing his head into his arms.The faint smell of tobacco invaded Zheng Jiang's nasal cavity, he felt at ease, and his mood calmed down inexplicably.Calloused hands stroked his hair and ears, and Zheng Jiang obediently let him comfort him.

"Yiming, no matter what you become, I will love you." Zheng Jiang twitched the corner of his mouth hard against his body, but still said "hmm" in an aggrieved voice.

"God has taken you away from me once, and I won't let it take you away again." Zhang Yi said softly, his dark eyes met Zheng Jiang's "crying" swollen eyes.

Zheng Jiang listened quietly, and found that his heartbeat was not flustered, and what he said, he instinctively told himself that he couldn't believe it.

If it is really love, then my love is just a tool to kill you and me, Zhang Yi, one of us must die, no one can change this fact.Zheng Jiang was relieved when he walked out of the ward. He couldn't find anything tricky at the moment, but because of Zhong Yiming's special status, if he took advantage of it a little, the truth would soon surface.

Thinking of the play he acted in, Zheng Jiang couldn't help admiring in his heart, and walked happily back to the ward that Zhou Wenkang had reserved for him.