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In the lounge, a tall and straight man stood by the window and looked at the scenery downstairs. When he heard the movement behind him, he turned around.

He met the visitor with quiet eyes, and then smiled slightly.

He Wenge's fingers on the big hand at the door tightened suddenly, and his breathing barely missed a beat, still the gentleman's smile in his memory.

The man is wearing a black woolen coat with a beige sweater and a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, black trousers, and casual leather shoes.

Dressed in a more gentle and stable manner, the outline of the face has not changed much, but it is more calm and introverted that makes people fascinated.

"Mr. He, hello." The man raised his eyebrows. Seeing that the other party was distracted, as if he had encountered something that puzzled him, he walked over and held out his hand.

He Wen was surprisingly calm when he heard the voice that he used to miss even in his dreams, he sneered in his heart, time is really a very good thing.

He just glanced at the neat and clean hand in front of him, and didn't intend to reach out to shake it. He Wen smiled with his lips curled up, which was definitely not friendly or polite.

A little embarrassment flashed across Shang Jun's face, and he quickly regained his composure. He smiled and explained his reason for coming.

"I am Shang Jun, working in Jifeng Law Firm. I am currently a visiting professor of the Law Department of A-X2 College. The thing is, the college is about to celebrate its 03th anniversary. The school told me that Mr. He is a student of the [-]rd grade of the college. , the school would like to invite Mr. He to give a speech at the anniversary celebration."

law department...

"Shang Jun, I hope that one day I can stand in court and reshape the black and white in this world."

This is what Shen Zheng said to Shang Jun. At that time, his heart was higher than the sky.

"Speech?" He Wen raised his eyebrows. It was only later that he found out that the original owner of this body was from the same school as him, to be exact, one of the schools he had attended.

It's just that he is in level 07, and they don't have any intersection.

"Yes." Shang Jun lightly pressed the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "Mr. He can talk about his personal experience. The main purpose of this speech is to give guidance to the future life direction of the students who are about to graduate from senior year."

"Life experience? For example, how dark is the society? Do you have enough advantages to have the so-called fairness? Or should I tell them that if you want to succeed, you have to step on the shoulders of others? Use all means to grasp all possibilities? "

A series of sharp and straightforward questions made Shang Jun speechless, he was a little dazed, he didn't know what he was thinking, looking at the man in front of him, into those arrogant and stormy eyes, that sense of familiarity that shouldn't be there came out inexplicably come out.

Looking Shang Jun recklessly up and down, He Wen suddenly smiled, wickedly and presumptuously, "Professor Shang is also in this circle?" This sentence seemed a bit abrupt, even impolite.

Shang Jun's hand hanging on his leg moved imperceptibly, and his right hand subconsciously touched the bracelet on his left wrist, "I'm not."

The atmosphere suddenly changed, He Wen's face was full of violent storms, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the bracelet, and terrible flames began to surge out.

The gossiping employees next to him withdrew their gazes and strode away one by one.

"I'm not interested in that speech." After a while, He Wen leaned back in his chair lazily, his voice was cold.

The air flowing around suddenly condensed, and the smile on Shang Jun's face froze, "Mr. He, please think about it."

There was no response, He Wen stood up, turned around and strode away.

"It's really difficult, it's even more crazy than the rumors..." Shang Jun lowered his eyes, and his long and thick eyelashes blocked the emotions in his eyes.

After being silent for a while, he murmured in a low voice, "It's the same as that person."

After a long time, Shang Jun maintained a sitting position for so long, he was a little tired, he raised his hand, pressed his index finger and thumb on both sides of his eyes, and wiped away the moisture.

"You probably still hated me when you left." Shang Jun pinched the bridge of his nose and whispered to himself, "Hurry up, I'll explain it to you when I realize our dream."

He Wen checked the information of the firm that Shang Jun mentioned that afternoon, including the motive of Shang Jun's sudden return to China.

Because in his opinion, it doesn't make sense for someone who was so determined to go abroad to give up his bright future abroad and return to a newly established firm in China.

However, he wasted time to investigate, but the results he got were far from what he wanted.

A few years have passed, and many things have changed. He is no longer Shen Zheng, but He Wen. The pressure on him and the life he lives are reminding himself of this fact that cannot be changed.

There is no possibility of turning back, and he is living happily now. No one would hand him a cup of warm tea when he was thirsty before.

There was a soft fingertip stroking between the eyebrows, He Wen came back from the long memory, he pinched Fang Jun's chin, and pressed his lips.

"Fang Jun, who am I?"

Opening his lips slightly to allow the other party to invade, Fang Jun closed his eyes, meeting He Wen's bright eyes like fire, he heard his own voice, "Shen Zheng."

"Huh? Are you sure?" He Wen chuckled, licking Fang Jun's lips with his tongue, "Shen Zheng won't meet you, and won't..."

Fang Jun's heartbeat quickened, and he felt his brain go blank for a moment, "Nothing?"

"I won't care about you, I won't like you." With a slight smile, he inserted his fingers into Fang Jun's hair and pressed the back of his head, deepening the shallow kiss.

This sentence was chewed over and over again by Fang Jun in his heart. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't quite understand it, like a confused child, eager to get the long-awaited answer, or maybe want to let the other party see through My heart said, "He Wen, I love you."

The young man's voice was very low, flowing out from the tight lips, drifting away with the hot and humid air, accompanied by the young man's simple but firm feelings.

Falling in love with someone is a lifetime.

For a lifetime, only love one person.

He Wen lifted his slightly closed eyes, and there was a little softness in the corner of his eyes. He knew that the young man was waiting, waiting for those three words, but he didn't say it. He just kissed each other more passionately.

"The Third Kind of Love" is scheduled to start filming on the eighth day of the beginning of next year. The filming location was chosen in M ​​City, because it has beautiful scenery, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is a city with stories and charms.

On the ninth day of December, He Wen and Shen Sheng went back to their hometown, and they bought some joss sticks, firecrackers, and paper money to pay homage to the old head of Daoxiang Village.

Shen De was still very young at that time, the failure of his business, the pressure and ridicule at home made him choose to find a way out and get ahead.

He also met Shen Zheng's mother in Daoxiang Village.

Later, a child with autism came from another city, and the story began at that time.

The dirt road has turned into a flat and wide gravel road, the farmland is gone, and buildings made of red bricks have risen on the ground.

Looking around, there are only endless new industries emerging like bamboo shoots after the rain. Soon, Daoxiang Village will become a new industrial zone planned by the government.

He Wen could not find any traces of those years of life anymore. He Wen couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He said, brother, I can't see azaleas.

Shen Cheng shrugged his brows, and took He Wen to a place, which was the only place in Daoxiang Village that had not been demolished and rebuilt.

Large tracts of rhododendron bloom bright and gorgeous flowers in the sun, swaying with the cold wind.

"Bought it?" He Wen pushed back his wind-blown hair, and squinted at the obviously renovated courtyard house.

Shen Cheng put his hands in his pockets, and looked over, with a deep and flat voice, "This place will always be preserved."

"Brother, come here." A smile was drawn on the corner of He Wen's lips, and the warm rays of the sun shone into his eyes.

What burst out were golden spots of light, each of which contained Shen Cheng's figure.

This feeling can make people uncontrollably touch the heartstrings.

Shen Cheng raised his brows lightly, he took a few steps closer, wrapped his arms around He Wen's waist, kept tightening, lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, forehead, nose tip, and finally pressed on his lips.

The scent of rhododendrons fluttered in the wind, blending into each other's hearts little by little with their entangled breath.

In the afternoon, the two brothers took fishing gear from the trunk of the car and sat by the pond to fish.

He Wen was still the same as before, with a fishing rod in one hand and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking at the water casually, sometimes his laziness could make people laugh.

For example, now, squinting his eyes will give him the illusion that he has fallen asleep. The colorful floats on the water surface are pulled by the underwater fish and run sideways. .

There was the sound of water rushing nearby, and when the fishing rod was picked up from the water, some water droplets splashed on He Wen's body, and one drop fell on the left side of his face, and he seemed to wake up from the state of trance.

Seeing that the fishing rod in his hand was held by Shen Cheng at some point, the palm-length crucian carp was taken off the hook, and a few splashes were made in the bucket.

"Is this what I caught?" He Wen rubbed his nose and grinned unnecessarily.

Shen Cheng squinted at him, and responded silently to He Wen.

"Brother, let Fang Jun go." Under the peaceful and warm atmosphere, He Wen said a word lightly.

At this time, the usually serious man showed a somewhat stern expression, "He is Fang Jie's only son."

"He's even more my man." He Wen fought back without hesitation, his eyes were not timid, and more wild and unpredictable as usual.

"One day, he will betray you." After he knew that his relatives were killed by your elder brother.Shen Cheng stared at the person in front of him, too many dark shadows flashed across his eyes.

He Wen pulled the corner of his lower lip, arrogantly said, "There is no such day." This is not a blind belief, but an affirmation from getting along day and night.

There are two people in this world who will not betray him, one is Shen Cheng, and the other is Fang Jun.

What followed was an overly dull silence, and the two of them sat by the pond all afternoon until the sun went down, turning half of the sky red and reflecting the water a crimson hue.

They just collected their things and left.

"Shang Jun looking for you?" Turning the steering wheel, Shen Cheng spoke, with a questioning tone but affirmative tone.

Looking at the scenery outside the window with his hands on his head, He Wen made a voice without any emotional fluctuations from his nasal cavity, "Mmm."

"When are you going?" The tone was still affirmative.

He Wen was not surprised at what this person knew about him, "Next Wednesday." He changed his mind the day after Shang Jun approached him, because this might be a chance to get back eternity.

The atmosphere in the car fell into silence again, He Wen rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair to rest.

Shen Cheng glanced at him sideways, the speed of the car slowed down a little and became more stable.

A-X2 College is located on the side of Heping Avenue in City A. It is a college in the most central location of the university town. It has a large area and is one of the famous colleges in China.

The most distinctive thing is that there is a bridge on the back mountain of the college, which connects to a lake, which is called "Everlasting Earth".

Because there are rumors that the people you meet on the bridge, once they fall in love, will last forever.

Revisiting the old place, the taste is quite complicated, but I have no regrets.

He Wen stepped on the fallen leaves with lazy steps. It was still class time and there were not many people on campus. He didn't do anything to cover up, and he wasn't worried that someone would recognize him.

Rows of camphor trees are branched on both sides of the boulevard, and the sunlight above casts mottled shadows through the gaps in the leaves, giving a feeling of tranquility.

"Shen Zheng, you skipped class again." A familiar voice rang in his mind, and He Wen turned his head abruptly. There was no sunny smiling face, only the road he had walked.

He raised one corner of his lips, a little sarcastically, laughing at his youthful vows.

The smoke from the fingertips left a little soot on the fallen leaves, which was blown up by the wind and permeated the air. He Wen took a deep breath and smoked hard.

He is back.

He Wen, who was walking and looking at the scenery, stood on the bridge, and unexpectedly saw a man coming from the other end of the bridge. He took a puff of a cigarette, and the taste of nicotine filled his mouth, and his taste buds were successfully paralyzed by the erosion of half a pack of cigarettes. , The brain is also exceptionally clear.

Shang Jun stood in front of He Wen, watching the flowing water under the bridge with him.

"The school and I are very honored to have Mr. He here." Shang Jun said softly, "I want to know what made Mr. He change his mind? I don't know if it would be a bit abrupt to say this. terribly sorry."

"It's just boring." Compared with Shang Jun's sincerity, He Wen seemed much frivolous, and there was a trace of undisguised evil in his tone.

Shang Jun smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, Shang Jun spoke again, whether he was asking He Wen or talking to himself, "In fact, not all the love we met on this bridge lasted forever." The radian has the meaning of bitterness.

He Wen extinguished the cigarette, and asked casually, "How do you say it?"

The tone was very flat, as if he had no interest, he just asked casually, but the sarcasm that flashed across his face revealed his mood at the moment.

After a long silence, Shang Jun looked at the sparkling water, "I lost something."

The corners of his lips were raised, and He Wen said in a light tone, indifferently, "Just find it again."

"That's right." Shang Jun smiled slightly, his eyes were calm and unwavering, as if the sorrow and hurt at the moment were just illusions.

Time inexplicably stopped between them.

Suddenly, He Wen turned sideways, put his arms on Shang Jun's shoulders, leaned over to kiss his neck, licked his tongue a few times, and felt something was wrong...

He Wen raised his eyebrows and let go of Shang Jun.

The strange man's sudden behavior, the sensitive part was touched, and Shang Jun's lower body reacted instantly.

But his eyes are full of confusion and suspicion. His sensitivity is somewhere on his neck. Except for that person, no one else in the world can know...

"Did Mr. He invite me just now?" Shang Jun took a deep breath to suppress the rising temperature in his body.

He Wen turned and walked in the other direction, with a hint of sneer in his voice, "I remember Professor Shang said that he is not a member of the circle."

"Mr. He is a bit like an old friend of mine." Shang Jun followed up and said with deep meaning, "They all live in the same way."

The footsteps did not stop for a moment, "Oh? Really? Ordinary friends?"

"My late wife."

The figure stopped suddenly, He Wen tilted his head slightly, his aggressive eyes fell on Shang Jun's face, and the sharp light disappeared in an instant.

The college playground was full of senior students, and the atmosphere was very lively and high, just because of the name that the host read out.

Those students stretched their necks one by one to watch, and even stood up excitedly from their chairs, put their hands to their mouths and shouted loudly, "Lu Dong, Lu Dong."

The hit broadcast of "Holding Love" has left a great influence across the country. Those who support it will support it crazily, and those who hate it will also abuse it out of control.

The homosexual group is too special, dividing those audiences into two extreme edges.

He Wen stood on the podium, wearing a low-key and simple black leather jacket, unkempt slightly messy hair, flamboyant and flaming eyes, showing the way of the honest and honest migrant worker in "Keeping Love" Winter feels completely different.

"Hello, students, I'm He Wen." A smiling voice came out of the microphone, not loud, but it made the applause from the audience resound like thunder.

"I'm in level 03, you can call me senior." With a hint of teasing, He Wen glanced at the youthful faces under the stage.

There was an immediate response from the audience, and the students waved their hands and shouted, "Senior, senior!"

He Wen raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, intentionally or unintentionally, he squinted at Shang Jun who was standing under the stage, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, the other party seemed a little dazed.

"I have nothing to teach you. The road under everyone's feet is different, just like a crossroads. No matter which one you choose, there will be different scenery along the way."

The noise on the playground gradually died down, and the students listened to this moment, to them, some distant star telling his life with confusion and longing for the future.

"Senior year is the end of a journey and the beginning of a new one,..."

For some reason, He Wen's speech by himself turned into a press conference, where everyone communicated face to face.

The school seemed to have no intention of going on stage to stop him. Shang Jun sat on the vacant seat and stared at the calm and easy-going man on the stage, with admiration in his eyes.

He saw the shadow of another person in the man, so much alike.

That meeting on the bridge was a temptation that even he himself didn't know the meaning of, but at this moment, that strange feeling became stronger with the evil smile of the man on the stage.

should not.

A tall and thin boy raised his hand and waved it, and asked with a big smile, "Senior, who do you think has the most people in the world?"

"Stupid." He Wen smiled lowly.

There was a fierce reaction from the audience, and there were laughter one after another.

"There's a popular word on the Internet, rotten girls." A cute girl seriously asked the question that made the students very curious, but they didn't dare to ask, "The one connected is BL homosexuality, senior, I heard you If you're gay, aren't you interested in all men?"

He Wen pointed at his crotch with his finger, and smiled jokingly, "I'll only be interested if it makes it feel."

The girl who asked the question blushed, and there was a burst of laughter from the audience, and another student raised his hand to speak, "Senior, the report says you are extremely arrogant, I think you live as you please, and I envy you."

Many people followed suit, and they also envied He Wen, who could live unscrupulously and live what they wanted.

"Only if you have the capital to enjoy life, you can do whatever you want." He Wen tapped the podium with his index finger, and He Wen's eyes were burning, "When and what to do, what you have to do now is to master the things in school, and the rest, it's not the time yet. "

He Wen didn't write a draft before coming here, so what he said at the moment was just what he wanted to say, the most truthful words.

He feels that facing the young people who are about to enter the society, it is necessary to tell them that society is not a simple two Chinese characters, but a combination of countless individuals and groups.

At the filming base of "Broken Cocoon" in Y City, Song Ziyu's assistant handed over his mobile phone while he was resting, saying that there were several missed calls.

When Song Ziyu saw the number, the tiredness on his face disappeared instantly. He asked his assistant to leave and called back.

"There is a clue to the matter you asked me to investigate."

Song Ziyu stood up "Huo", the chair under him rubbed against the ground and made a harsh and sharp pulling sound.

More than three hours later, in a bungalow on the outskirts of City M, Song Ziyu, who came with mixed feelings, sat on a stool and his eyes fell on the old man on the wooden bed.

"Who is that person?" Song Ziyu held the old man's skinny hand with both hands. I don't know if it was the old man shaking or he was trembling. "Dean, please tell me who is the person who has been supporting me..."

The old man moved his pale lips slightly, and looked at Song Ziyu with blurred eyes, but it seemed that he was not, as if he saw someone or something farther away.

Song Ziyu approached, tilted his head and put his ear to it. The old man held Song Ziyu's hand tightly, and made a muddy "cuckoo" sound in his throat.

The next moment, Song Ziyu's pupils narrowed slightly, and he was stunned in astonishment, as if he had heard something that shocked him, and he sat there motionless.