The president is dying every day

Jiang Huan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He paddled the water, swam to the shore, and looked at Ren Chuan from bottom to top, "You mean swimming with a swimming ring?"

"Then what's the matter?" Ren Chuan didn't think there was any problem at all, "It's not called swimming if you put on a swimming ring?"

Jiang Huan followed him, "Okay, you can swim well."

Ren Chuan raised his eyebrows, "It's more or less the same."

The swimming pool is located on the top floor and is fully covered with glass. Outside the window are lit city lights, with faint stars above the head, and the pool is rippling with blue waves, reflecting the light like broken silver.

Ren Chuan stretched out one foot first, tested the water temperature, and jumped in after making sure it was not cold.

The little yellow duck's swimming ring was stuck in his chest, just enough to make him float, Jiang Huan watched him swim towards him like a little duck learning to walk.

He even had a smile in his eyes.

"What are you looking at!" Ren Chuan became agitated, "I don't believe you, let's compete! I can swim faster than you!"

"Okay." Jiang Huan indulged him, "Compare."

The two of them retreated to one side of the pool, each occupying a lane.

"preparation--"

"start!"

Jiang Huan broke through the water like a flying fish, his muscles stretched, full of the beauty of strength, his arms spread out, and he drew waves, his breathing and swimming movements were almost integrated, very smooth.

Swimming to the end of the pool, he stepped on the wall of the pool and rolled violently. Before he started swimming, he looked at Ren Chuan swimming tens of meters away, wearing a little yellow duck swimming ring, and couldn't move one meter for a long time. .

Jiang Huan broke his skills all at once, and burst out laughing.

Ren Chuan blushed, but his mouth was arrogant, "Why are you laughing! I can swim very well!"

He didn't blame himself at all, "It's all because of the bad swimming ring!"

"Okay, okay." Jiang Huan swam over, "You are very good at swimming."

Jiang Huan took Ren Chuan's hand and pulled him towards him, "May I teach you how to swim?"

After a pause, he added, "The kind that doesn't need to be circled."

Ren Chuan hugged his swimming ring tightly, "I think I'm pretty good like this!"

"Brother taught you how to swim..." Jiang Huan coaxed and lied to him. He tried his best to take off the little yellow duck's swimming ring.

Ren Chuan was afraid of the water, and couldn't live without the swimming ring. He held Jiang Huan tightly like a koala, and cried out for help, "Brother! No! I'm afraid——!"

Jiang Huan hugged him, rubbing his arms against his wet back, just like this ups and downs in the water waves,

He lowered his voice and said gently, "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

They walked to the shallow water area first, so that Ren Chuan could stop, "Try to hold your breath first."

"No..." Ren Chuan had never plunged his head into the water in his life. He felt that Jiang Huan was not teaching swimming, but killing him, "I can't!"

"Try, it's okay." Jiang Huan comforted him, holding his hand, "Brother is here, what are you afraid of?"

It was as if Jiang Huan was coaxing a koala down the tree, and it took a lot of patience to persuade Ren Chuan.

Ren Chuan pinched his nose, took a deep breath, and plunged into the water.

In less than three seconds, he broke through the water in a panic, like a stray dog ​​in the water, trembling all over, and wrapped his arms around Jiang Huan's neck.

The distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed. Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The water droplets rolled on his lips, collarbone, and chest. The broken and blurred city lights scattered on his body. shining.

Jiang Huan hugged him gently, as if holding a handful of water, and as if treating some precious treasure, "It's okay, let's do it again."

Ren Chuan slowed down, clenched Jiang Huan's hand, interlocking his fingers, and then dived into the bottom of the water again.

This time, he was far less panicked than the first time. Ren Chuan spit out bubbles, and suddenly became curious about the underwater world. He tried it twice, and then opened his eyes.

The pool water gently wrapped him up. The empty bottom of the water is easy to scare people, but Ren Chuan is not afraid because Jiang Huan is holding him tightly.

Ren Chuan smiled at Jiang Huan at the bottom of the water, under the shimmering light, it was like the sun shining into the water, colorful and moving.

They looked at each other across the pool and smiled, Jiang Huan couldn't help but salvaged Ren Chuan and held his wrist in his hand, as if he had salvaged a handful of pearls.

Jiang Huan wiped the water off Ren Chuan's face, "Are you still afraid?"

Ren Chuan shook his head, "Not afraid."

Jiang Huan laughed and took him to the deep water area. After stepping on the water for a while, Ren Chuan said that he was thirsty.

Jiang Huan then went ashore to buy mineral water for him from the vending machine. Just in case, he put the little yellow duck swimming ring on him.

It's as if the parents are worried about their child and really want to tie him to their belt.

There was no mineral water in the vending machine, so Jiang Huan bought fruit juice, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip first, hoping to sneak a kiss.

He walked back with the juice in his mouth. When he got to the pool, he was dumbfounded. He looked around the pool, but Ren Chuan was gone.

The little yellow duck swimming ring floated alone on the swimming pool, there was no ripple on the water surface, everything was quiet and weird.

"Chuan'er..." Jiang Huan panicked and shouted, "Chuan'er!"

No one responded.

Jiang Huan threw away the juice in his hand, walked vigorously to the edge of the swimming pool, plopped in, and saw Ren Chuan sank to the bottom of the water with his eyes closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

Not daring to delay for a moment, Jiang Huan stretched out his hand to hold his waist, hugged him tightly and swam up. As soon as he broke through the water, Ren Chuan sprayed water on his face, smiling, "Is it fun?"

Jiang Huan's chest heaved violently, his heart was about to jump out, he was so fucking scared.

Seeing that he didn't smile, Ren Chuan blinked, "Brother——"

"How fucking old are you!" Jiang Huan growled at him like a raging lion, "Who told you it was so fun!"

Ren Chuan swallowed, "I'm not..."

"Ren Chuan!" Jiang Huan only remembered the dismay just now. If Ren Chuan really got into trouble, what would he do? His eyes were red with anger, "Do you have any common sense of safety!"

"I didn't do it on purpose." Ren Chuan wanted to explain, "I just wanted to scare you."

"Okay! You scared me!" Jiang Huan's voice shook the whole swimming pool, "Are you satisfied!"

He pushed Ren Chuan away and walked towards the shore, his internal organs were aching, and he was so fucking angry.

Such a scene made Ren Chuan a little flustered, he didn't expect Jiang Huan to be so angry.

Jiang Huan shook his hand away, "Don't call me brother! There is no brother like you!"

"Wrong!" Ren Chuan hugged him from behind, "I admitted my mistake! I won't scare you anymore!"

Both of them were wet, their arms were wrapped around their arms, their chests were pressed against their backs, their skins rubbed against each other greasy, and their body temperature began to rise as they held their hands.

Ren Chuan gave a smack at the corner of Jiang Huan's mouth and kissed him, "I was wrong."

Jiang Huan's anger dissipated in an instant.

It seemed that a kiss worked, and Ren Chuan made another boo, and kissed his lips, "It was really wrong, there will be no next time."

Jiang Huan squeezed his palm tightly, not daring to let this ancestor take half a step away from his sight, and warned in a less vicious tone, "There will be no next time!"

He glanced at Ren Chuan, "If you make me angry again, it won't be so easy to put out the fire."

Jiang Huan led Ren Chuan to the locker room, afraid that if he turned around, this ancestor would make a fuss, so he had to take good care of him so that he could rest assured.

They changed their clothes, helped each other dry their hair, and went home hand in hand.

There was a courier box at the door, Jiang Huan saw that it was not his own, picked it up and asked Ren Chuan, "What did you buy?"

"Slippers." Ren Chuan told him, "We wear them in winter."

That sentence of "our two" made Jiang Huan's heart soar, as if he and Ren Chuan had a small nest of their own, carrying food to the house every day, stockpiling supplies, and preparing for cat winter. .

After entering the house, Ren Chuan went to unpack the package, and Jiang Huan went to heat the milk.

Walking out with two glasses of milk, Jiang Huan saw that Ren Chuan had put on new slippers on his feet, pink ones, warm just looking soft, with two rabbit ears on them.

Ren Chuan handed him his slippers, "Put them on."

Jiang Huan murmured childishly, but put on honestly.

Ren Chuan watched contentedly, feeling elated.

No matter what billionaire CEO you are, don't you have to wear the bunny slippers I bought honestly when you get home?

Jiang Huan opened the fresh package. There were beef, shallots, some seasonal vegetables, and a box of finger oranges specially bought for Ren Chuan.

Jiang Huan went to wash the fruit, while Ren Chuan fiddled with the projector. The two of them did their own thing without disturbing each other, but they were lingering. The atmosphere was like a small world for two people.

The atmosphere is enjoyable, instinctively relaxing, warm and cozy, just like home.

Jiang Huan came back with fruit, and a movie was playing on the big screen. It was not a new movie, but a robot story. Ren Chuan watched it hundreds of times and still enjoyed it.

"Eat something." Jiang Huan sat down beside him, picked up a finger orange and brought it to his mouth, "Open your mouth."

Ren Chuan stared at the screen, opened his mouth obediently, he would eat whatever Jiang Huan fed, if it was someone else, he wouldn't even know about the poisoning.

Refers to the sour taste of oranges, Ren Chuan frowned all of a sudden, and his face turned bitter, "It's so sour——"

Jiang Huan got up and went to find honey for him, "Wait a minute, I'll get it—"

Before he finished speaking, Ren Chuan grabbed his collar and kissed him. The fresh taste of finger oranges spread on the tip of his mouth and tongue, but this time, no one despised bitterness.

The animation on the big screen is still playing without any language, the world is dead and desolate, life is boring, tired and dirty, all expectations and desires are nothing but absurdity.

But Wali is persistently waiting for someone who can intertwine with him.

Ren Chuan stretched out his hand and held Jiang Huan's hand in the palm of his hand. He separated his fingers and clasped them tightly without leaving any gaps.

Lips and teeth are close together, a grand and violent emotion runs through him from the inside out, the heart is moved by it, so longing, so strong.

"Jiang Huan..." Ren Chuan's voice was very soft, as if speaking to himself, "I can't leave you, what should I do..."

Jiang Huan wished he could rub him into his arms and turn him into his own flesh and blood, "Then..."

"……lifetime."

Ren Chuan didn't fall down, he was accompanied by Jiang Huan, he knew that even if he became penniless and poor, Jiang Huan would always be behind him.

As long as he thinks about it this way, he has infinite energy to rush forward.

He put all his energy on the wine table, drinking dozens of bottles, and the one-month deadline was approaching, he wanted to attract investment, and he wanted to save Black Stone.

The group of bosses treated him like a monkey and poured bottle after bottle continuously. They just liked to see the liquid flowing down his chin, and the sharp and piercing laughter hovered like a spell.

Ren Chuan was young and beautiful, and he stood out among a group of middle-aged people with big bellies and fat heads.

People just love to tear apart beautiful things.

Both enjoying the sun and blood.

At 03:30 in the morning, Ren Chuan walked out of the brightly lit clubhouse on a drunken stagger, his eyes were hazy, his stomach was burning with pain, he couldn't help it, bent down, vomited under the wall, mouth There was a strong blood in the room.

With black spots in front of his eyes, he couldn't see clearly, Ren Chuan staggered twice, then fell to the ground and remained motionless.

The employees of the clubhouse got off work one after another, and there were so many people coming and going, none of them cast a glance at this corner.

There are countless drunks who have passed out on the street.

No one knew that what fell here was the treasure held in the palm of the hand.

Ren Chuan curled up on the cold ground, fell into a coma, and made a raving sound between his lips and teeth. Listen carefully, it was a vague and broken voice, "Brother..."

The cold wind was howling, the dead branches were rustling, almost all the people in the clubhouse had left, and the doorman shrank his neck, trying to close the door.

At this time, a luxury car drove up, the door opened, and a man in his 40s in a suit got out of the car.

When he passed the door, his footsteps paused.

The manager of the club came out to greet him, and shouted affectionately, "Mr. Chang! Welcome!"

Mr. Chang had a solemn face, with a sense of majesty, which was imperceptibly produced by being in a superior position for a long time. He walked to this corner, bent down, and hugged the drunk Ren Chuan.

The manager's face changed a little, "We were negligent! I don't know if this is Mr. Chang's friend..."

"I don't know." Mr. Chang just carried Ren Chuan into the lobby and put him on the sofa, "Take his mobile phone and call a friend he knows."

The manager quickly said yes, and took out the phone from Ren Chuan's pocket, but found that it could not be unlocked with fingerprints, and there was no ID card or other things that could prove his identity in the wallet.

The manager was embarrassed, "This..."

"Open a room." Mr. Chang handed out his card, "Let him sleep for one night."

The manager quickly said yes, "OK! OK!"

Ren Chuan dreamed of his mother.

His mother died when he was born, and she gave her life to give him life.

Although Ren Dongsheng never blamed him, Ren Chuan never celebrated his birthday.

When I was a child, I was wronged when I fell, and other children were coaxed by their mothers, so Ren Chuan could only get up by himself and blow the sand on the wound.

In the dream, he went up the stairs to the attic of his home, and the sunlight shone through the gorgeous flower windows, like a holy light.

On the top floor are many things that my mother used during her lifetime, such as hair clips, combs, and white dresses.

There is also a picture of my mother, she is smiling, like an angel.

Ren Chuan couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch his mother's face, but under the sun his hand was covered with blood.

Viscous blood flowed down the bony back of his hand, and fell to the floor in a tick-tock manner.

In the gaps in the ceiling and around the ground, blood poured in continuously, and the whole room began to distort and deform, turning into a bloody mouth, trying to chew up Ren Chuan and swallow it in one bite.

Ren Chuan was squeezed so hard that he could hardly breathe, and the waves of blood hit him directly, engulfing him directly. The huge force almost knocked his skeleton apart.

"Mom..." Ren Chuan struggled to breathe, "Don't go..."

Mr. Chang was about to leave, but he heard Ren Chuan murmuring on the bed. He leaned over to hear it clearly. It was a very nostalgic voice, "Mom..."

Mr. Chang pulled up the quilt to cover him up, stretched out his fingers hesitantly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

When Ren Chuan woke up, he didn't know what time it was. He had a splitting headache and his stomach was churning constantly. The sunlight that filled the room was a little harsh, making him unable to open his eyes.

After a moment of stillness, Ren Chuan found himself in a strange room.

Breathing stagnated for a moment, he immediately checked himself, his clothes and pants were untouched, and even his mobile phone was obediently placed beside the bed.

Ren Chuan got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, his face was pale, his eye sockets were rubbed with rouge, and there were still traces of tears.

Have you...have you ever cried...

After tidying himself up, Ren Chuan pushed the door and wanted to go out, but just bumped into someone who entered.

The man was in his 40s, with not a trace of gray in his hair, a straight figure, wearing a dark blue suit, and looked mature and dignified.

Ren Chuan was stunned, "You..."

Mr. Chang introduced himself, "My name is Chang."

"Mr. Chang, hello." Ren Chuan reached out to shake his hand, paused, hesitating, "Last night was..."

Mr. Chang explained clearly, "Last night you were drunk and passed out at the clubhouse entrance. Your phone couldn't be unlocked, and you couldn't find your ID card, so I opened a room for you to sleep in."

Ren Chuan was grateful, "Thank you very much, please leave an address, I must come to thank you."

Mr. Chang's voice was flat, "It's a little effort, no need."

Seeing his demeanor, Ren Chuan must have been in the top position for a long time. He was a little apprehensive and a little timid, "Can I treat you to breakfast?"

Mr. Chang looked at him. He had a young and beautiful face. He had not yet thought about the world, and he had the vigor of a newborn calf, but he fell down at the door of the clubhouse last night, like a bereaved dog.

"I drink black tea." Mr. Chang said, "with fried eggs, bacon and chickpeas."

A typical English breakfast. Ren Chuan guessed that Mr. Chang probably lived in the UK for a long time.

Because he had never heard of such a Mr. Chang in the Beijing circle.

The clubhouse serves a variety of breakfasts, and the waiter is called to order. Ren Chuan personally poured tea for Mr. Chang, "The hospitality is not good, please forgive me."

They just drank tea quietly, chatting occasionally, but it was all insignificant gossip.

Mr. Chang put down his teacup and suddenly asked, "What do you do?"

"Short video from self-media." Ren Chuan handed out a business card, "Blackstone Technology, CEO, Ren Chuan."

Mr. Chang took the business card and looked at it carefully. There were no fancy titles or bragging, just the name and contact information printed on it.

He put the business card in his pocket, "Got it."

Ren Chuan was stunned, this was the first time in so many days that someone accepted his business card.

After breakfast, and walking along the corridor side by side, Mr. Chang glanced at Ren Chuan and suddenly asked, "Take my car to take you back?"

"Don't bother you." Ren Chuan laughed, "I have someone to pick it up."

They parted at the entrance of the clubhouse. Mr. Chang stood where he was, waiting for the driver to drive over. From a distance, he saw Ren Chuan on the phone outside the door, holding a cigarette in his finger, and yelled affectionately to the other end of the phone, "Brother... ..."

Not knowing what he said, and as if being reprimanded, Ren Chuan obediently put out the cigarette butt.

The assistant came over and called him: "Sir."

Only then did Mr. Chang look away, "Let's go."

After getting in the car, the assistant handed him an invitation letter, "YGGDRASIL's first Chinese product launch event."

"Yeah." Mr. Chang nodded, took out the business card in his pocket, and handed it over, "Check this company."

Ren Chuan waited at the gate of the clubhouse for 10 minutes, and Jiang Huan came by car, brought him a scarf and gloves, and complained, "It's just you, I just got off the plane, and the company rushed over."

"Brother." Ren Chuan called out sweetly, "You are so kind."

"Go home." Jiang Huan shaved his face, "You little dirty pig."

Ren Chuan was wearing Jiang Huan's suit jacket, and the tip of his nose lingered with a faint smell of perfume. He knew the brand, and it was on the sink, the fragrance of Rome.

As soon as the car drove into the community, Ren Chuan hurriedly stopped, "Wait!"

As soon as Jiang Huan stopped the car, Ren Chuan opened the car door and jumped out. Looking over, he saw the security guard carrying a dirty orange cat with many ulcers and foul-smelling pus.

In the eyes of the security guard, this is not a poor cat, but a safety hazard that will bring danger to the residents.

Jiang Huan watched Ren Chuan chat with the security guard, and finally got the orange cat from them.

Ren Chuan wrapped the orange cat in a scarf and got into the car, "It's so pitiful."

Jiang Huan glanced at him, "Do you want to adopt?"

"Take it in." Ren Chuan didn't like small animals, but he was helped by a stranger, and he even felt sympathy for this poor cat.

Jiang Huan reminded him: "Our family has two birds."

"Keep the bird in a cage first." Ren Chuan said, "When it recovers from its injuries, it will be adopted by someone else."

Jiang Huan had no objection, and Ren Chuan could raise it if he wanted to. The two of them went home, bathed and applied medicine to the cat.

The orange cat is very obedient, but its eyes are very wild. After eating a full meal, it jumped away from the balcony with a whoosh. ,

Ren Chuan called out, "Hey——"

"You can't keep it." Jiang Huan persuaded him, "Forget it, if you want to keep it, let's go to the cattery to buy an expensive one."

Ren Chuan's heart became sore for some reason, "Everyone likes expensive and beautiful things. People are different, and cats are also different. Maybe one day I will go to the street to eat and sleep in the open."

"Okay, if you have a bite, you will have a bite." Jiang Huan patted his head, "I'll go and tell the security guard, next time I see that orange cat, don't chase it away, it's our cat. "

Ren Chuan was satisfied, so Jiang Huan urged him to take a bath. Just now, he was busy catching fleas for the cat, but he didn't know if he had fleas on his body.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Ren Chuan came out while wiping his hair. The phone rang, and he saw that it was an unknown phone number.

Ren Chuan said to the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is Ren Chuan."

"Mr. Ren." It was a girl's voice on the phone, with a bit of arrogance, "Is it convenient to chat?"

Ren Chuan hesitated, "You are..."

The girl told him, "December [-]st, Chengfeng Mansion, eighth floor, you carried me from the ground to the sofa and gave me a blanket."

"I will return this favor to you." The girl was extremely confident, "I will help you solve your company's financial problems."

The author has something to say

The finger orange is really sour. I tasted it out of curiosity, but it made me lose every step of the way, and it even hurt me very much.