law of sunrise

One day a year ago, Lu Xi met Jiang Wei.

The young master who returned from studying abroad was sitting in a smoky bar. The waves of men and women in the audience were mixed with the electronic music, and the noise was like a chainsaw. The sharp teeth crushed Lu Xi's nerves.Guided by the young singer who had only worked with him once, he walked into the pile of rich people, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the man's face clearly in the center of the dark and light.

The returned elites in suits and leather shoes hugged each other from left to right, their sharpened faces had the cruelest lines.There was coldness in his eyes, and he was slightly shocked when he looked up to see Lu Xi, but when he saw that Lu Xi was indeed approaching his direction, he couldn't help showing an expression of obvious dissatisfaction and disgust.

Lu Xi couldn't be more clear about that kind of disgust, because when he was 14 years old, when his drunken mother walked towards him with the bottom of a broken wine bottle, her eyes showed an even more fierce expression than that - almost wishing him to die, The color of resentment rotting in a maggot-infested slum.

"That's Mr. Jiang, the young master of the Xing family."

The little singer leaned down and whispered in Lu Xi's ear, with envy and eagerness in his eyes.

It turned out to be Xingshi's young master, not the tail of the crane who broke his leg because of playing truant.

Lu Xi silently glanced at Jiang Wei who was sitting in the corner, feeling emotional in his heart.

From that day on, Lu Xi became Jiang Wei's underground lover, a contract lover at best, and a bed partner at worst.

It may be the first time for Jiang Wei to develop the business of nurturing after returning to China. He has no other small stars in his heart, and the treatment for Lu Xi is the best: star resources, financial support, time requirements are not strict, and he will Be considerate and avoid the days of Lu Xi's location shooting and stage rehearsal - he can't leave traces on him, because he is an artist.

The music in the rehearsal room was paused, and the sweaty people sat in a row in front of the mirror, their slender thighs stretched out in disorder, and they were thrown upside down.

Lu Xi poured a few gulps of mineral water into his stomach before he felt a little more energetic. His waist still hurt, but it was much better than the previous few times. It can be seen that Jiang Wei did show mercy the night before yesterday.

He thought about laughing that he was easy to be satisfied, and suddenly heard the youngest member of the team say: "Brother Xi, the theme of our new album has been decided, and Brother Rong said that everyone will have a solo song, what theme should we choose?"

"What did you decide before?" The third child answered the question, and he asked back.

"Crossroads." The youngest said, shaking his legs.

Crossroads, the meaning of infinite choices, hope and apocalypse are intertwined, running through restless beating syllables.

It's very much like Lu Xi and Jiang Wei, with an uncertain relationship and a fake love maintained on the surface.

"What I drew was fake." Lu Xi murmured softly, looking down at the floor of the dance studio.

He repeated it five hours later.

When he was sitting in Jiangwei's low-key and luxurious Bentley, he fastened his seat belt and replied, "The one I got was fake."

"How do you think about it?" Jiang Wei's face was calm. He was like an ordinary boyfriend, driving his beloved car to pick up his hard-working lover from get off work. The briefcase was placed on the back seat, and cigarettes were sticking out of his haute couture suit. It smells like it came from an unremarkable place.He looked up at the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel neatly.

Lu Xi still remembers that Jiang Wei was a desperado who raced 130 miles on the field road without changing his face.

"Think about it, sir." Lu Xi replied with a smile, obediently bearing Jiang Wei's inadvertent scrutiny.

But his answer itself is false enough: his character is not the same as the outside, the gold and jade are ruined, and the bright and beautiful skin has been taken off, the soul inside has decayed. In the winter when he was 14 years old, he was rushed to be Nurturing, he can even pretend to care and love.

Fake is simply a word tailored for him.

Fortunately, he can still bear his fake appearance and friendship now, because there are still some genuine things there, all of which are dedicated to Jiang Wei, and his barely beating heart makes him feel a little bit of the taste of being alive.

"Is there anything to do tomorrow?" Bentley drove onto the elevated highway, and a string of flashing street lights were like ghosts, floating in the endless night sky.The man habitually took out the cigarette from his pocket, and the moment his fingertips touched the cigarette case, he suddenly remembered that there was a precious vase in the car. He frowned and glanced out the window impatiently, and said.

"I have three days to write a song." Lu Xi noticed Jiang Wei's movements, his eyes flicked over the man's expensive cufflinks, and his fingers took out a piece of toffee from his pocket: "Sir, do you want some candy? "

"How old are you?" Jiang Wei seemed to sneer at the matter of eating candy. It was obvious from the rearview mirror that his eyes were full of dissatisfied ridicule and blame, but Lu Xi sitting next to him was not so sensitive.He peeled off the toffee on his own, holding the big brown candy wrapper in his hand, which made his delicate palms whiter.

He leaned over and pressed the toffee to Jiang Wei's lips.

"It's really delicious, sir." Lu Xi smiled shyly, well-behaved and cute, like a kindergarten kid trying to show off the little red flower he just got.

In order to prevent Lu Xi from further hindering his driving, Jiang Wei reluctantly ate the toffee.

The sweetness of artificial saccharin blooms on the tip of the tongue, densely covering the taste buds, arousing Jiang Wei's memories: sometimes when they kiss, Jiang Wei can taste a similar taste in Lu Xi's mouth, but it often changes, strawberry , blueberry, grape, coconut, and the purest milk flavor.

Obviously he and Cherry are the best match.

"Sir, where are we going?" This road is not the way back to the villa, nor is it the way back to Lu Xi's house. Lu Xi asked in surprise, and suddenly saw a sign: Gongcheng New District, 190 kilometers.

"Are we going to the manor?" Lu Xi turned his head in surprise, the man driving the car didn't have the slightest emotion, and didn't even reply.

Lu Xi said a while ago that he wanted to go out for a stroll, to see Joey and Winter, but it was too boring to stay in the city.

Joey and Winter are the Samoyeds and the red-maned horses of the Manor Racecourse.

"It doesn't matter if you want to go back." Jiang Wei said lightly.

"Sir, thank you." Lu Xi closed his eyes and smiled to himself. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. It took him a long time to get out from under the seat belt, leaned forward and kissed Jiang Wei's side face heavily.

……

Jiang Wei has a high tolerance for Lu Xi, except for never caring about Lu Xi's opinions in bed, he almost responds to other requests - so that the seemingly rough treatment is not so unacceptable.

The manor is very large, and there are old housekeepers and servants to clean it all year round, so it is clean enough no matter when you go.

There was water in the bathtub, slowly overflowing with the frequency of the impact, and the man's sticky moans echoed in the heinously large bathroom.Lu Xi was pressed against the wall by Jiang Wei, and his thoughts could still form a clear line—perhaps Jiang Wei, who had been driving late at night for several hours, was not in the mood to have an enduring love affair with Lu Xi, and even his movements were so awkward. It has become much gentler, and I feel a little bit of the joy|love atmosphere of a lover.

"First, sir, tomorrow we... um... can we go to the racecourse." Lu Xi's calves were trembling, and he was reluctant to speak.

"It's up to you." Jiang Wei didn't blush or pant, and his breath was steady when he said it, as if the only one who was ups and downs in pleasure was the fragile Lu Xi.

"Then can Winter..."

"You can only be with me." Jiang Wei blocked Lu Xi's bargaining mouth. He really didn't forget to let Lu Xi ride a horse alone last time. That guy Went ran wildly, and finally threw Lu Xi who was exhausted. Smoke and dust rolled all the way.

Jiang Wei went to several doctors overnight, but he didn't close his eyes half the night.

Then when this fragile vase woke up, the first sentence was: "Sir, Winter runs so fast, it's hard to catch up."

I can't run fast, come after me.

By coincidence, such a sentence appeared in Jiang Wei's mind.

He was frightened, his face was like the king of Hades who died in the underworld, and he was full of evil spirits.

"You'll be happy when you die someday, right?" He choked coldly, but Lu Xi who was lying on the bed smiled shyly: "Mister, are you caring about me?"

Self-love is really a talent in Lu Xi's bones.

Jiang Wei thought so, and uncontrollably picked up the porridge on the bedside and fed it to his dying patient.

Longan lotus seeds with rock sugar, he tasted it first, it was very sweet, it was a cheap food that Lu Xi would like.