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"...What?" Song Ziyu rolled his eyes. He wanted to raise his hand to rub his painful head, but found that he couldn't use much strength.

He understands those few words, but when put together, he doesn't understand.

He Wen lit a cigarette, watched the orange flame on the cigarette slowly ignite, took a breath of the tobacco smell in the air, and said word by word, "I say I am not He Wen."

Song Ziyu pursed the corners of his lips, and the wound on his lips became redder because of his action, as if blood was oozing out.

"The real He Wen is dead." He Wen casually said a few words, He Wen was smoking a cigarette, with a weird smile on his lips, and two clusters of dark lights burst out from his eyes.

Song Ziyu opened his eyes slightly, his pale face was filled with disbelief and incomparable bewilderment, he frowned, as if a hole had just been drilled in his head, he clenched his lips tightly in pain, blood came out from his lips , drop by drop onto the white quilt, the red is strange.

died?

He felt that he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and the man standing in front of him was the most failed actor, even lying so clumsily.

"Then who are you?" The halo of the incandescent lamp shone on Song Ziyu's thinned face, which was so frighteningly pale.

"Me?" Long cigarette ash fell on the bed sheet, He Wen was a little surprised that the other party was still so rational when he heard this sentence, "I am the lawless and notorious Shen Zheng from the Shen family in the West District, Shen Yu's younger brother , June 6th, I died, He Wen also died, and on the 20st, I lived in his body, understand what I mean?"

"It's impossible...impossible..." Song Ziyu covered his face, his palms were wet, and he twitched in pain on the hospital bed, murmuring absently.

"He Wen, why did you lie to me? This lie doesn't make any sense." Song Ziyu's face was covered with cold sweat, but he was smiling, with heavy pleading and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Since we met in New Vision in July, recall the things that have happened. How can a person change from day to day in such a short period of time." He Wen pursed his lips with a sneer, coldly Said, "Song Ziyu, you already have the answer in your heart, but you dare not believe it."

"He Wen..." Song Ziyu looked at him, his eyes were gone, his lips trembled slightly, and he said blankly, "...why...why did you lie to me..."

Squeezing out the cigarette at his fingertips, He Wen grabbed Song Ziyu by the collar and dragged him out of bed, all the way to the bathroom, where the icy cold water poured down from the top of his head, and soon soaked his hospital clothes, and his black hair stuck to the bed. Song Ziyu's cheeks were as pale as paper, and the wound on his lips turned slightly pale after being washed by cold water.

"Are you awake?" He Wen pinched Song Ziyu's chin and shouted coldly.

As if falling into an ice cellar, the blood all over his body congealed, Song Ziyu shivered, his eyes were full of exhaustion and regret, he subconsciously hugged the person closest to him.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Song Ziyu buried his face in He Wen's neck, and couldn't tell whether it was cold water or tears flowing down the corners of his eyes, with uncontrollable sobs in his hoarse voice.

After turning off the shower, He Wen grabbed Song Ziyu's shoulders and pulled him away, watching his white lips trembling, and his whole body trembling.

The heart seemed to be clamped suddenly, and it was filled with anger.

Damn, there are many ways to live, why do you have to choose a way that pushes you to a dead end?

"I was wrong..." Song Ziyu lowered his head deeply in front of He Wen, his wet hair covered his eyes, and there was no trace of Zeng Jin's pride and self-confidence on him.

"How should I repay you, He Wen, tell me, tell me quickly, what should I do? I drank a lot of your blood, and I will give it back to you, I will give it back to you..." Song Ziyu was already in a state of confusion. The edge of his mouth opened to bite down, and bright red blood gushed out, shockingly red.

"Are you fucking crazy?" He squeezed Song Ziyu's cheeks vigorously to let him loosen his jaw, and grabbed his arm with the other hand. He Wen growled coldly, his face a bit ferocious, "Do you want to die? Ah?"

Song Ziyu wriggled his blood-stained lips. He looked blankly at the man in front of him, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

His fingers were roughly squeezed at the wound on Song Ziyu's arm, and the sticky blood stained his palm. He Wen suppressed his smile, and his face gradually turned into a cold and fierce storm, "Listen, are you guilty?" It's not me."

"Look at me." He Wen's fingers gently inserted into Song Ziyu's hair, and he grabbed a tuft of hair at the back of his head and pulled him to look up, "I repeat, he is dead."

The cold and cruel voice once again emphasized the unacceptable fact, and the bloody wound on his heart was taken out and cut several times, Song Ziyu's fingers were stiff and trembling.

He bowed his waist and panted heavily, as if his throat was clamped with hands, he was so uncomfortable that he was about to die...

"what----"

The tearing roar sounded like the mournful cry of a wounded beast, and tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably. He wiped it with his hands desperately, but he couldn't stop it.

He buried his face in his palms, letting out broken and suppressed sobs.

died……

There were more and more tears, blurring his vision. He vaguely saw the shy and clean man standing in front of him, wiping his hands nervously on his pants, and then smiled and stretched out his hand to him and said, Hello, I It's He Wen.

What did he do?

There is no chance, there is no chance to make up for my mistakes...

The irrepressible sadness and irreparable condemnation and guilt directly sent Song Ziyu to hell, and he couldn't see any light.

Song Ziyu grabbed He Wen's trousers, clenched it tightly, and looked up from the bottom. The man looked contemptuously, and there was indifference in his burning eyes. It really wasn't He Wen, it wasn't...

The dark night outside the window was still there, and through a layer of glass, the room was silent and desolate. He Wen's face became more and more ugly due to the suffocation that made people unable to breathe. There was a gloomy breath, something in his body was about to be uncontrollable.

There were cries and beggings that could not be ignored deep in his soul, and He Wen almost shouted, "One last time."

There was a gentle voice above his head with a strong choking sound, Song Ziyu raised his head blankly, his eyes were red and swollen from tears, setting off his pale face, lifeless.

It wasn't until the careful kiss fell on his face that Song Ziyu regained his sanity. He was still held tightly by the man, kissing his hair, forehead, nose, and trembling lips touched his lips.

The salty liquid flowed into his mouth, and Song Ziyu's absent-minded eyes flickered, no.

"You..." Song Ziyu's voice trembled violently. There was water in this man's eyes, but what was most deep in his heart and mind were those wild, fiery eyes.

I already had a guess in my heart, but it was too unimaginable, Song Ziyu couldn't believe it, and soon only endless panic came out.

Where did that insolent and evil soul go?

"Are you interested in listening to me tell a story?" The man wiped his face with his hands, and when he raised his head again, he was very calm, staring deeply at Song Ziyu.

"When I first entered the showbiz, I was often bullied and insulted by others. When I was playing tricks, I was ridiculed and beaten almost every day. I was very cowardly..." The man wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and said with a thin smile, "So I Thoughts of suicide."

Song Ziyu looked at the man who accidentally showed a weak and injured expression in front of him. At this moment, the face in his mind merged with the one in front of him. He was so excited and helpless, his red eyes flashed with unconcealable emotions, but his fingertips trembled in fear.

Who will tell him where is the soul that made him fall in love...

"The lake is very cold. When I gave up and fell into the bottom of the lake, a junior high school student rescued me. After I woke up, I found something in my hand. It was the school badge on the junior high school student's school uniform. After that, I wanted to go to his Take a look at the school and say thank you, but I’m graduating and I’m so busy, when I have time, he’s already dropped out of school, and after I inquired, I found out that both his parents were in a car accident.” The man looked at him and told him The former madman showed a gentle smile, "The kindness of saving my life is too great. I have no parents or family members. At that time, in my heart, you were my younger brother."

"Forget those things that shouldn't be remembered, you saved my life, I will use this life to repay you, Song Ziyu, we owe nothing to anyone."

The complex emotions in my heart surfaced, is this the so-called cause and effect?Song Ziyu took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"If, I said, if, I told you all this years ago, would you fall in love with me?" The man raised his lips in self-deprecating manner, "You don't have to bear any responsibility for my spoiled relationship."

After a long silence that was almost suffocating, Song Ziyu raised his eyes, and faced the noble person in his life with a sincere tone, "I will be grateful for your respect. In this life, you are my relatives."

Relatives... can only be relatives...

"Song Ziyu, if there is another life, I won't be cowardly again." Touching Song Ziyu's face with his palm, tracing the contours under his fingertips little by little, as if to go deep into the soul, the man lowered his eyes and said softly, "You fell in love with me?" Your soul is a fire, it may bring you warmth, or it may burn you, I wish you happiness."

After a long time, Song Ziyu looked at the man who still kept his head down, feeling a little uneasy, "He Wen?"

The man raised his head abruptly, his dark eyes were condensed with an evil light.

He couldn't participate in the story between Song Ziyu and the former He Wen, let alone want to participate.

So he chose to remain silent, let the broken soul that refused to leave occupy this body, and had a face-to-face communication with Song Ziyu in person.

These are the eyes that can make his heart move. Song Ziyu closed his eyes, raised his head, and the corners of his eyes stopped for a moment. He raised his eyelids, his eyes were cold, and there was a light flickering in his eyes, "From now on, I will officially pursue you."

The one who answered him was that his neck was bitten, and his heart hurt, but Song Ziyu was gritting his teeth to suppress it, and put his arms around He Wen, pressing his cold body against it.

He Wen grabbed Song Ziyu's hand and put it somewhere on his lower body. He exhaled hot, sticky breath and said with a chuckle, "Did you feel it? I'm hard."

Roughly tore off his clothes, pinching Song Ziyu's chest, He Wen's voice was dangerous, with terrifying desire, "I've never been so hard before."

Through the trousers, the bulge under the palm became more and more obvious. Song Ziyu's breathing was heavy, his body was already in pain and began to tremble slightly, he opened his eyes to see the person who made his blood no longer cold, and stretched out his moist, hot and soft tongue. Into his mouth, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

The red spot twisted by his fingers was already so bloodshot, He Wen, who was immersed in the abyss of desire, didn't notice Song Ziyu's strangeness, he only thought that he was shaking from the cold, biting his lips fiercely with his teeth, sucking hard to clean the oozing All the blood poured into Song Ziyu's mouth again.

Swallowing the blood in his mouth, Song Ziyu hoarsely said, "...I'll sleep first."

Showing a weak smile to He Wen, loosening his fingers, Song Ziyu fell down slowly.