Proud Cat and Wenshi

Rong Che looked out the window, the rain was lingering and refused to stop.

Leaving the rainy Tokyo and returning to the city he thought he would never come back to, it was still raining.

He doesn't like rainy days. Rain can disturb his thoughts and bring back many memories he doesn't want to remember.For those who want to forget something, the rainy day is by no means a well-intentioned lyrical embellishment, but a suffering.

He couldn't read the scripts and documents neatly placed on the table.It's been two years, and I came back here because of the invitation of my friend Ling Luo.

Ling Luo is planning a movie and hopes that he can play the leading role.Although Rong Che retired two years ago, many fans still miss him and yearn for his comeback.

After years of friendship, Rong Che naturally didn't want to reject his friend, but after he set foot in this familiar yet unfamiliar city, he began to regret it.He noticed the uneasiness in his heart, and he just wanted to make a good show and leave.

Leaving, to him, was like an escape.

His finger lightly scratched the glass window covered with light mist, unconsciously, and then he realized that he had actually written a J, his fingers froze suddenly, staring at the letter, watching it slowly blur.

The mobile phone on the table rang suddenly, pulling him back to his senses.

He picked it up.

The call was from Ling Luo, reminding him of tonight's date.

Ling Luo was Rong Che's good brother in college. Two years ago, Rong Che and Teng Yuan went to Tokyo. They kept in touch by E-mail, and their relationship didn't fade because of the separation.

This may be the difference between friendship and love.Love may dissipate through separation, but friendship always seems to be stronger than love.

Walking out of her room, she was greeted by a large bouquet of roses handed by assistant Xin Hui.

"Mr. Teng is really caring." Xinhui said enviously.

Rong Che smiled faintly and took the bouquet.

Teng Yuan has always been a man who amazes women. Not to mention his good looks, his reputation and talent are even more sought after by women.A gold medal screenwriter who is active in the Japanese entertainment industry, he is always sought after by major TV stations to write scripts.It's not surprising to have a boyfriend like this.

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Walking on the street on a rainy day, the damp and cold air made him feel slightly chilly.The blue windbreaker was also slightly wet from the splashing rain, although he held an umbrella.

Standing in the square where she and Ling Luo made an appointment, she raised her hand and looked at the watch on her wrist. Ling Luo had a bad habit of being late.And he, always seems to like to arrive early.

The rain stopped at some point, Rong Che put away his umbrella, his eyes fell on the shop window not far away, but he had no focus.

"Joe!" a voice behind him startled him.

He turned his head and searched for the direction of the sound with a little agitation.

It was a man calling, and what he was calling... Could it be the one he thought?

He involuntarily took steps, followed the man, and watched him meet a strange face.

Rong Che stopped his feet, the excitement in his heart suddenly disappeared, leaving only a touch of melancholy and sadness.

It wasn't him, he laughed a little self-deprecatingly, to have such a big reaction when he heard a name.

Is he feeling guilty?Guilty about an unintentional mistake?Want to beg that person's forgiveness?Or do you want to...see him again?

His bewildered thoughts drifted far away.

Ling Luo was 5 minutes late, but he was always energetic, and after apologizing in a hurry, he asked excitedly when Rong Che and Teng Yuan were getting married abroad.

The chatterbox couldn't be closed once it was opened, Ling Luo's hearty voice filled Rong Che's ears, driving away the loneliness in his heart at once.

"Here we are, right here!" Ling Luo pulled him to stop at the door of a bar.

"Is this the good place you said?" Rong Che looked at it, it looked like a very ordinary pub, not as good as Ling Luo said.

"Can you tell from the outside?" Ling Luo gave him a disdainful look, "How come your eyesight has become superficial? This PUB has a unique connotation. I can guarantee that it will definitely be the same as the one I went with you before." Those bars are different!"

Seeing his appearance about to pat his chest, Rong Che almost didn't laugh.

"Go in." He gave him a hand, and went in to see what happened, not wanting to listen to Ling Luo's long speech.

"Hey, sir, don't you need to dress up?" Ling Luo reminded him without moving.

"What?" Rong Che was puzzled.

"You just walk in like this, in case there are fans rushing..."

"Do you think anyone will remember me? Or recognize me?" Rong Che shook his head with a smile. The entertainment industry has changed too quickly, and he has been out of acting for two years. He doesn't think anyone will remember him.

Ling Luo shook his head, "Mr. Rong Che, you underestimate your own charm."

The so-called connotation of Ling Luo is that the owner of PUB cleverly blends Chinese classics and Western pops together to form a special and comfortable atmosphere.

"How, am I right?" Seeing that Rong Che was silent, Ling Luo asked him with a smile.

Rong Che nodded, "It's really different, I like the fringe decoration, it feels a bit dreamy and cozy."

In this bar called BlueDream, the tables are well arranged, and the partitions are creatively made of tassels. It feels like a world of its own, but it is simple, warm and comfortable.

"This is not special! The cocktails here are also very special, and there is also a piano performance. The guests call it "Quasimodo's piano"!"

"Quasimodo's piano?" Rong Che was a little puzzled, what a strange name.

"Hehe, this..." Ling Luo gave him a nasty look, "Let's order something first, and then I'll tell you later."

Actually playing tricks, Rong Che knew that Ling Luo liked to tease people's appetites, so he smiled slightly, showing no desire to find out.

"Hey, aren't you interested at all?" As expected, Ling Luo couldn't help shouting.

"Yeah, I'm not interested. I'm really hungry all of a sudden, so I'd better order something to eat first!" Rong Che smiled gracefully, and focused his eyes on the Menu instead of Ling Luo.

"Quasimodo is the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Why is it called Quasimodo's Piano? Because it is played by Quasimodo!"

"Quasimodo?" Rong Che shifted his gaze to Ling Luo's face, "You mean, this luthier is someone like Quasimodo, with a scary face and a hunchback?" He joked.

"How can it be so scary?" Ling Luo glared at him, "His face may be a bit scary, but his piano sound is indescribably moving, you will know it by yourself."

"Oh?" Rong Che became a little interested. The piano sound praised by Ling Luo should not be bad.When she was in the school band, Ling Luo was known for her high standards.

Rong Che smiled slightly, "You often come here with Yu Ri?"

Yu Ri is Ling Luo's boyfriend, the two have been inseparable since college, they are a very enviable couple.

"That common man," Ling Luo curled his lips, "only came a few times, and he said he couldn't stand my demented expression, so he never came with me again."

"He's jealous." Rong Che smiled faintly, "You really made me curious, what kind of piano sound can fascinate you like this?"

"You can come and evaluate it later!" Ling Luo was very confident in his recommendation, "Quasimodo will play for a long time, enough for you to appreciate and listen.

"By the way, didn't you like the piano very much before? You even went to learn it on purpose. Why hasn't I heard you talk for a long time?" He asked again.

Learning the piano touched a string in Rong Che's heart, or... a forbidden place.

His heart suddenly lost his comfort and relaxation, and he stared blankly at the glass in front of him.

"Piano." He murmured subconsciously, the piano was learned for Teng Yuan, at that time he loved him to death, for him, he could do anything.

However, because of learning the piano, I met that person.

Hello, I'm Joe.

He seemed to hear a gentle and clean voice, as well as that slightly shy smiling face, clear eyes, white teeth, and short thick curly hair.

"Rong Che!" Ling Luo shook his hand in front of him, "I'm back to my senses, what are you thinking about? Thinking of being in a daze."

"It's nothing." Rong Che said hastily, trying to hide, picked up the water glass in front of him, and took a sip.

At this time, a burst of zither sound suddenly resounded faintly.

It was a very familiar piece of music, very clear and spiritual, and a piece of music that made people feel calm.

"He's playing it!" Ling Luo's eyes lit up, he stopped talking, but concentrated on the sound of the piano.

Rong Che felt that the sound of the piano was like flowing water, fresh and pleasant to the ear, and the melody of the melody had a dreamy and first-knowledge artistic conception, which was easy to immerse.

He listened intently, Ling Luo wasn't exaggerating, it was not just the sound of the piano, but also some kind of spiritual connection.

Is this the sound of Quasimodo?

He looked towards the piano curiously. The figure sitting behind the piano was not clearly seen because of the distance and the light.

But, inexplicably, his heart trembled, the silhouette was very much like a person!

Rong Che didn't turn his head back in a daze, he had a strong desire to see that person's face clearly, his face!

After the song ended, Rong Che stared at the man closely, seeing that he stood up and couldn't walk on the stage, his tall and straight figure fell into his eyes through the tassels, and became clear, that figure...

His face was pale, and his fingers clasped tightly in his palm.

"Ling Luo..."

"Well," Ling Luo looked fascinated, and slowly opened his eyes when he heard Rong Che's call, and sighed unsatisfactorily, "Why doesn't he release a solo album? In that case, I don't have to come here all the time Bubble! For his piano sound, I gave up a lot of time with Yu Ri, that guy is already thinking about it."

"He...is that Quasimodo?" Rong Che's voice trembled.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Fascinated by his piano sound?" Ling Luo didn't notice his friend's strange behavior, so he patted his shoulder with a smile.

"That person, he..."

"Half of his face seems to have been burned. Of course, such a scar will not look good on the face, so we all jokingly call him Quasimodo. Of course, there is no malice in it. Everyone likes him very much. He seems to be Do not reject this title."

"Burned by fire..." Rong Che's face turned pale instantly, and he stood up abruptly.

"Rong Che, what's wrong with you?" Ling Luo was slightly surprised, seeing his unusual agitation.

"I...I'm going to find him." Rong Che murmured tremblingly.

"What did you say?" Ling Luo didn't hear clearly. At this time, a strong rhythm suddenly sounded on the dance floor of PUB, which was a dance music performance at halftime.

Ling Luo's eyes shifted slightly, and when he pulled back his gaze, Rong Che beside him was gone.

Rong Che walked in the direction that the man left.

It was a dark passage, and he walked quickly in it, looking for a familiar figure.

Suddenly, he saw him.

He stood there stiffly, unable to move an inch.

That man was talking to someone, with a slender and slightly thin body, and his legs looked exceptionally well-proportioned in the dim light. He had always been a very charming man.

Finally, he turned his head, and his half-turned body froze there after seeing Rong Che.

"Joe!" Rong Che called out his name stiffly.

He still couldn't see his face clearly, too many shadows from the dim light.

Slow breathing seemed to be heard in the still air.Then, the man walked over step by step, getting closer and closer to him.

The palms of Rong Che's clenched hands were hot and humid, but they were not as tense as his heart. In an instant, he flinched a little, feeling that he didn't have the courage to face him.

But the intense desire in his heart made his feet stand there as if they had taken root, unable to move at all.

Finally saw him clearly, but couldn't help covering his mouth, and let out a low cry of pain.

In the dim light and shadow, the dark red scar on his left cheek is very clear. The ugly scar is branded on the originally smooth and handsome cheek. Half of it is sea water and half is flame. The strange contrast makes the flaws on his face more abrupt and terrifying. .

Rong Che could hardly stand up, the entanglement in his heart made him suffocate.

"Why your face..." He involuntarily stretched out his hand to hold him, asking urgently.

The man looked at him with no emotion on his expression, and a faint glance with deep eyes, strange and distant, as if... Rong Che is a stranger, he, he doesn't know him!

He walked past Rong Che, passing by so plainly.

"Zhong Yun!" Rong Che couldn't help calling his name.

The man didn't seem to hear it, and still walked his own way.

The distance between the two was getting farther and farther, and then, Rong Che saw him hugging a woman, hugging affectionately like a lover.

Then, he couldn't see anything clearly, tears blurred his eyes, and suddenly he only heard a burst of noisy human voices.

"Why is it taking so long to go to the bathroom?" Ling Luo complained when she saw Rong Che walking back slowly.

Rong Che sat back on his seat with a blank expression, without responding.

The flower arrangement dance music has been performed, and the PUB is lit with faint lights, and the lazy jazz music echoes in the hazy lights.

"This...is he playing it too?" Rong Che asked in a daze.

"Who? You said Quasimodo?" Ling Luo smiled lightly, "This is Jober, he specializes in jazz, and his ability to play jazz is also amazing, so psychedelic that people forget where they are. You are lucky today No, Joe seems to have left early, he used to always play two games."

"Joe." He whispered the name.

"Oh, this is Quasimodo's name, we all call him Joe, we don't really call him Quasimodo!" Ling Luo looked at Rong Che with some amusement.

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At midnight, Rong Che hung up the phone call from Teng Yuan.

Teng Yuan has always been a considerate lover. When I was deeply infatuated with him, I always longed for such tender care and care from him.But why, now that I got it, I feel a little at a loss?Are people like this, not getting the best?

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and through the cold glass, he quietly overlooked the night view of the city from the height of the 21st floor.

He checked the time, it was one thirty in the morning.Taking a deep breath, the surrounding was a little lifeless.Frowning slightly, he turned around and turned on the stereo, and the gentle voice of the hostess of the radio program came out slowly, brushing away some of the uncomfortable silence.

Rong Che leaned back against the cold glass window, looking at the brilliant neon lights flickering outside the window, the gentle singing voice seemed to drift into his ears.

His thoughts returned to the past that was closed by him.

"It's for you, wear it in winter." Zhong Yun smiled and shook the newly bought gloves in front of him, like a child.

"Winter? I don't like cumbersome things!" Rong Che frowned. He has never been afraid of the cold, and he doesn't like to wear too bulky clothes in winter, and he rarely wears gloves.

"It's very cold in winter, I'm afraid of the cold! Put it on, it's not a burden, it's very warm." Zhong Yun still said softly.

Rong Che finally reached out to take it, "Pink?"

"Pretty, isn't it?" Zhong Yun smiled childishly, showing his white teeth.

"I don't like pink." Rong Che deliberately made trouble for him. In front of this person, he was always willful, which he couldn't do in front of others.

"I like it!" Zhong Yun remained unfazed, "Pink is my favorite color."

"You like pink?" Rong Che was a little surprised, he always thought that he would like black, white, gray and other colors, because his clothes are all these colors.

"Can't it? Pink is very warm. Boys can't like pink?" Zhong Yun smiled cunningly.

"Okay, next time I buy you a pink top, you can put it on for me!" Rong Che glared at him.

"As long as you buy it, I will definitely wear it for you to see!" Zhong Yun promised with a smile, waving at him.

The radio program cut into the advertisement, and a burst of noise resounded in the room. Rong Che came back to his senses, and unconsciously touched his cheek with his hand, which was already moist at some point.

He picked up the phone and called his former assistant Xiao Yi.

The bell rang for a long time, so long that even he wanted to hang up the phone, a sleepy voice finally came.

"Hello?" Xiao Yi's confused voice sounded.

"Xiaoyi, it's me, Rong Che."

"Hmm..." The other party still responded vaguely. After two seconds of silence, a burst of surprised shouts pierced Rong Che's eardrums.

"Rong Che! It's you! You're back?!" As if fully awake, she said angrily, "Big star, even if you miss me very much, you can call at a better time, okay?!"

"Xiaoyi, there is something I want to ask you, it is... very important." Rong Che's slender fingers gripped the receiver tightly, even trembling a little.

"It should be very important for you to call me in the middle of the night." Xiao Yi teased with a smile, "I remember that the time in Tokyo is about the same as here, it's only an hour faster. You shouldn't have a problem with jet lag."

"Zhong Yun, I want to ask about Zhong Yun," Rong Che licked his dry lips, his voice was a little hoarse.

The name he said was like a taboo, and Xiao Yi on the other end of the phone also fell silent, without the mood of joking just now.

"Have you seen him?"

"Yes," Rong Che thought of Zhong Yun's indifferent and alienated appearance just now, and felt as if he was being bitten. "Why his face...what happened to him?" Shuxiangmendi Forum

"Rong Che," Xiao Yi's voice was a bit embarrassed, "I..."

She didn't know what to say, Rong Che unexpectedly met Zhong Yun again just after he came back, is it destined or not?

"Tell me quickly! What happened after I left, I ask you to pay attention to him for me and tell him I'm gone, you..." Rong Che's voice was painful and urgent.

"Rong Che, calm down, I will tell you everything I know." Xiao Yi heard that he was emotionally unstable, and decided to tell everything she knew, even though it would be detrimental to Teng Yuan, but she felt it was wrong Then hide it from Rong Che.

"Rong Che, do you remember that before you and Teng Yuan went abroad, there was a fire in the building you lived in?"

"Yes, because of my negligence, I went to the hospital to see Tengyuan. I forgot to turn off the fire when I was cooking, and it caught fire. Later, the police made a record for me, but what does this have to do with Zhong Yun?"

"That's a lie to you. Tengyuan let me hide the fact that Zhong Yun was also on the scene of the fire. Zhong Yun and you are neighbors. He was at home when the fire broke out. He may have slept too soundly to know. In short, it was too late when he was rescued. ..."

Rong Che's phone fell out of his hand, and the "pop" sound scared Xiao Yi.

"Rong Che! Hey, Rong Che, what's wrong with you, answer me?" Xiao Yi's worried voice came from the receiver.

Rong Che heard it, but couldn't answer it, as if he had been hit hard, he was stunned and unable to recover, Zhong Yun was caught in a fire, but he, the murderer, escaped unharmed, not by his side, how...how could...

He was frantic in his heart, let out a cry of pain, and covered his face.

"Why didn't you tell me, why didn't you tell me all this time?! How can..." He grabbed the phone and shouted at Xiao Yi, if he told him, he would definitely come back from Tokyo, if he told him...

Thinking of the choices he would have, Rong Che shuddered.

"Rong Che, calm down, you know better than me why Tengyuan did this." Xiao Yi said flatly, "I thought you had already made a choice two years ago, since you chose Tengyuan, don't You messed up yourself again. This was an accident, even if the fire broke out due to your negligence, no one would have expected what happened to Zhong Yun, so you don’t need to blame yourself.”

Hanging up the phone feebly, Rong Che fell to the ground, staring blankly at the blurred night outside the window.

"Zhong... Yun..." He called the name hoarsely, his heart hurt so much, and the past flooded in like a tide.