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The Filipino maid knocked on the door for two or three minutes before there was a sound of heavy and chaotic footsteps inside the house.

Then, the door was pulled open from the inside, and a tangy smell of alcohol gushed out instantly.

Lin Yan was wearing black trousers and a black sweater. With bare feet, he leaned on the door frame staggeringly, holding a half-drunk bottle of wine in his hand.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the Filipino maid for a while, then raised his head and took a sip of his wine.

"Mr. Lin, I'll clean the room."

The Filipino maid's Chinese is not very good, and she gestures with her hands in the air.

Lin Yan said something vaguely, then rubbed his messy hair, walked over to the sofa with a bottle of wine in his hands, and threw himself into it. While drinking, he fumbled for the remote control of the TV device.

The empty wine bottles on the coffee table were overturned by his "hulahuah" belt, and one of them fell to the floor and fell into pieces.

Lin Yan stepped on it, frowned in pain, looked down, saw the bright red blood overflowing from the bottom of his feet, and frowned even tighter.

He shook his head and put his feet back as if it was troublesome, sat cross-legged on the sofa, ignored the bleeding wound, pressed the remote control to find the channel he wanted, and then sat there motionless, He stared straight at him.

The Filipino maid cleaned up the bedroom, went to clean the study and bathroom, and came out to tidy up the living room, only to be surprised to find that Lin Yan's feet were bleeding.

"Mr. Lin...are you injured?"

Lin Yan was startled, turned his head to look at the filipino maid who was in a hurry, and then seemed to remember something, looked down at his feet, "Oh, it's all right."

After speaking, he turned his gaze back to the TV.

The Filipino maid went to the storage room to get the medicine kit, found bandages and disinfectant, and returned to Lin Yan to treat his wound.

There was constant laughter from the TV.

The Filipino maid couldn't help raising her eyes, and sure enough, it was that young starlet again.

Her employer seems to like this boy named "Feng Jin" very much. Besides drinking, what this Mr. Lin likes to do the most is to watch this little star's TV dramas, interviews, and variety shows on TV...

When she was cleaning the house, she also packed a lot of posters and magazines of the star.

Once, when she saw that it was stained with ink and was about to throw it away, Lin Yan rushed to the trash can in a panic, snatched the poster back, held it in his arms with a pale face, and muttered Hide back to the room.

The Filipino maid doesn't understand that there are such star chasing people in the world, they are all adults, how can they be as crazy as children.

Besides, is this little star really that good?

Curious in my heart, I couldn't help but look at the TV twice more.

In the picture, the celebrity named Feng Jin is playing a game, with a gentle and shy smile on his face.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The Filipino maid froze for a moment, a little surprised.

It has been almost half a year since she came to work here, and in my impression, this is the first time Lin Yan took the initiative to talk to herself.

She nodded quickly.

"His name is Feng Jin."

Lin Yan pointed at the TV screen: "I like him very much."

The Filipino maid nodded again, a little confused in her eyes.

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Is it the kind of love between men and women?

Before she could figure it out, Lin Yan lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, with the corners of his mouth curled, and said hoarsely: "Jin, Jin also, when the sun rises, all things enter."

The Filipino maid didn't understand these things, and just lowered her head to help Lin Yan bandage the wound.

Lin Yan seemed to be talking to himself, "His father hoped that he would become a person who chases the sun, so he named him Feng Jin. His birthday is July 21th, and he is 13 years old this year. His favorite color is blue." , because he said blue is very pure, he likes cats, because he is reserved and noble. He doesn’t like to eat fish, and he doesn’t like to go to crowded places... He has a mole on the inside of his index finger, and his phone number is [-]..."

Lin Yan just sat on the spot and babbled for a long time.

After the Filipino maid bandaged his wound, he stopped, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Thank you."

The Filipino maid hurriedly shook her head.

Lin Yan stared at the bow tied on his feet, and smiled: "He also tied it to me before, and I thought it was quite naive, but now that I think about it, he was only 16 years old, isn't he still a child? "

The Filipino maid gestured twice in the air.

"Go find him?"

Lin Yan smiled again, and looked at the TV again.

It was a large-scale real-life love variety show broadcast three days ago.

Feng Jin was inside, tied up with a mature and attractive male star in his 30s, and became a couple, and was enthusiastically sought after by fans.

Lin Yan looked at the pair who were eating dinner, but said nothing.

The phone in my pocket vibrated twice.

Lin Yan took it out and put it to his ear.

Immediately there was a "sensational boom" music and vibrations.

"Young Master Lin! Come out and play! An Ermai Circuit, are you here?

The noisy voice on the phone changed, "Young Master Lin stays at home all day long, so he won't come!"

Lin Yan laughed, cursed and went back: "Just wait, I'll be right there."

Seeing Lin Yan getting up to leave, the Filipino maid was a little anxious, and followed Lin Yan to stop him.

Lin Yan took out a stack of money from her wallet and stuffed it in her palm: "Go back after cleaning."

After leaving the apartment, Lin Yan drove straight to the Anmer Circuit.

He has been here for more than half a year, and he has also tried to put everything down and start a new life.

But his heart always felt that something was missing, it was empty, and countless spiritual energy was poured into it every day, and he couldn't concentrate. The whole person was like a dead body, numb.

He even gradually felt that the time of waking up was like a kind of torture.

He wanted to go back, to go back to his own place, to meet that person, to hug him.

On a certain night, he was almost insane tormented by this desire, and he couldn't bear it anymore. When he came back to his senses, he had already packed his luggage and booked the plane ticket.

He stood at the airport where people were coming and going, and when he heard the "Passengers, please board the plane in time" sounded at the airport, he seemed to be woken up by a slap in the face.

What right does he have to go back?

He seemed to understand why Feng Jin at that time would rather stay in the mental hospital and let the illness consume his sobriety and reason little by little, rather than stay by his side and face him.

Because waking up is really painful.

This overwhelming longing, like a kind of poison, soaked in Lin Yan's bones, turned into thousands of tiny insects and ants, and penetrated into the body everywhere.

He began to numb himself with alcohol, falling asleep day and night.

When I was so depressed, I went out for racing and having fun with my friends.

He thought that he would come out one day.

How hard can it be to forget someone.

Feng Jin can do it, why can't he do it?

As soon as Lin Yan got off the car, the owner of the racing track came forward to greet him with a smile.

"Young Master Lin, hey, you're here. Why are you smelling like alcohol?"

"Don't talk nonsense, where's my car? Tell someone to let me get ready." Lin Yan took out a banknote and threw it over, with a cigarette in his mouth, and smiled: "I'm in a good mood today, so I ran a few laps to open your eyes."

"Young Master Lin, how much have you drunk? It's raining at night and the road is slippery. I'm going to close this time..."

Lin Yan kicked him impatiently, "What are you talking about! I'm dead, so why don't you send me a coffin? Quickly bring me my car."

The boss was wrinkled, and while calling for someone to pick up Lin Yan's car, he secretly called Lin Yan's friends over.

"You guys are really good too. Okay, why did he call you here? People float when they walk. If something happens, how can I explain it to the Lin family?"

Several friends didn't take it seriously, "Oh, it must be okay if it's Brother Lin, isn't it Brother Lin?"

Lin Yan had already walked to the side of the car, put on his helmet, and got into the car, only to hear a "bang one by one", and the red racing car flew far away like an arrow off the string.

The boss shook his head: "Sooner or later, I will play with my fate."

After a while, Lin Yan came back in his car.

Someone glanced at the timer and shouted excitedly: "Five minutes and 17 seconds, Brother Lin, you are three seconds faster than last time!"

Lin Yan pushed the car door and got down, "I'm in good shape today."

"Brother Lin, why are you driving so fast? Teach us?"

Lin Yan strangled the man's neck, "If you're not afraid of death, of course you can drive fast, try it?"

"No, Brother Lin, my wife is still pregnant. I have a family and a family. I'm not like Brother Lin, you are alone and happy."

Lin Yan slightly opened his half-closed eyes, the eyes turned from hot to cold.

The smile on the corner of his mouth also gradually faded, he lowered his head and murmured repeatedly: "Yeah, how can it look like I'm alone?"

"Everyone has a family and a mouth, but I don't have one... I don't have anything."

The friend patted Lin Yan on the shoulder: "Brother Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Yan came back to his senses, "It's okay, let's go and have a drink. I'm treating you today."

After returning home drunk, Lin Yan fumbled for a long time to open the door, and fell staggeringly into the living room.

Just as he lay down on the sofa, he was picked up by another hand.

He vaguely recognized it was Lin Yang, and called out hoarsely, "Brother?"

Lin Yang slapped him with a "slap".

Lin Yan was stunned.

Lin Yang looked angrily at his younger brother who was not up to date, and gritted his teeth: "Lin Yan, look at what you look like now? Lin Yan's eyes are red, and his voice seems to be sharpened by a blunt knife, "What are you doing? You guys, why can't you get along with me one by one. He pushed Lin Yang away, walked towards the bedroom with heavy steps, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

Lin Yangqi's head suddenly hurt.

Sitting on the sofa, after contemplating for a long time, he took out his phone, and there was a text message from his assistant.

【Boss Lin, I have already found the number of the star you want. 】

Lin Yang pressed the number and dialed it.

Soon, the phone was connected, and a gentle and obedient voice floated over.

"Hello, who is it?"

Lin Yang squeezed the phone tightly: "Hello, is that Mr. Feng Jin? My name is Lin Yang, and I'm Lin Yan's brother."