No.20 years

Hao Chun's nostrils were flaring, and they were throbbing non-stop, as if he had exhausted all his strength even to breathe. "You... what did you say?"

In the strange bedroom, the strange man who looked very much like Chen Jingming looked down at him, with a hint of pity in his eyes. "The Chen Jingming you are looking for is dying."

"Impossible!" Hao Chun laughed dryly, even he himself couldn't believe what he said. "He lives so happily..."

"How do you know he's happy?" The strange man smiled, his thin lips slightly curled up, showing a natural coolness. "He only likes you, and only likes being with you. You drive him away. Once you drive him away, it will be ten years. Ten years!"

The man sighed deeply. "Ten years, Ah Chun, have you tried to think about it, even just once, have you thought about it for him from Chen Jingming's perspective? After being driven away by you, how did he live these ten years? ?Um?"

Hao Chun suddenly felt that his lips were extremely dry.He had to lick and move his lips, and his Adam's apple slid up and down abnormally.

The man interjected sharply. "Ah Chun, you never thought about him!"

"Don't call me Ah Chun!" Hao Chun on the bed waved his fists angrily, his eyes turned fierce. "Who the hell are you? What right do you have to stand in front of me and dictate?"

The man lazily stood back beside the bed, his nightgown was loose, obviously it couldn't cover up any scenery, but there was an inexplicable chill of the disappearance of thousands of people around him.He put his left hand in the pocket of his nightgown, tilted his head and smiled. "It doesn't matter who I am."

After a pause, the man added: "Anyway, you can't believe what I said. It's better to ask the second question, why can I stand in front of you Hao Chun and mention Chen Jingming to you? Because that is Chen Jingming That's the Chen Jingming you've been thinking about. You two were meant to be together, weren't you? Chun and Jingming, whoever is missing, the ancient essay in the third (third) class of junior high school would be incomplete."

Hao Chun visibly trembled all over. "... What ancient prose, I don't know what you are talking about."

The man put his hands in his pockets and recited it to him slowly. "To Ruochun and Jingming, the waves are calm, and the sky is bright above and below, a vast expanse of green."

The light from the third (third) class of junior high school flickered on the foggy frosted glass, bit by bit, and after it rippled away, two little boys sitting on chairs appeared. 15-year-old Hao Chun was shaking his chair and thinking, "Zhi Ruochun and Jingming..."

With a crash, he pushed away the chair and jumped to the side of the 15-year-old Chen Jingming. He bumped Chen Jingming with his elbow, and his chubby little finger pointed to the few lines of black words in the textbook with an excited expression on his face. "Chen Jingming, look quickly, isn't this about us?"

The 15-year-old Chen Jingming raised his eyelids, reddened behind his ears as usual, but his handsome face was tense, scolding him with a stern face. "Ah Chun, you are messing around again."

In the luxurious bedroom, that strange man who looked exactly like Chen Jingming interrupted Hao Chun's memories. "You are sick, half dead, so he is also sick, for ten years. Mr. Hao..."

Probably because Hao Chun was particularly resistant to the "Ah Chun", this time the man paused for a few seconds before yelling "Mr. Hao".

Hao Chun's memory is still stuck in the text that two young boys recited in unison 20 years ago. His thoughts were interrupted and he was very upset.He raised his eyes to look at the carefree man in the bedroom who didn't even wear underwear, and frowned. "What the hell are you trying to say to me?"

silence.

After a long silence, the man lowered his eyes and curled his eyelashes, indifferently blocking all peeps from Hao Chun. "Mr. Hao, do you know?"

Hao Chun couldn't see through this man, and he didn't want to believe that the person standing in front of him was really Chen Jingming.He is increasingly unable to distinguish between reality and memory, memory... no, even his memory is not reliable.In the past two years, the Chen Jingming in his memory seems to have been pressed the repeat button, and only a few frames are always left to be replayed repeatedly.He couldn't remember Chen Jingming more and more.

What is Chen Jingming like?Hao Chun was afraid that he would not even be able to answer this question soon.

"Mr. Hao," the man called him again, this time his expression was obviously smoother, except for his thin lips slightly pursed, there was almost no resistance to this address.

Hao Chun panted heavily, arched his back, rolled up the whites of his eyes nervously and stared at the man.

The man's thin lips spat out slightly, revealing a natural coolness. "Chun and Jingming are two people who are destined to live and die together. Without either of them, neither can live."

39

After Hao Chun knew that he had indeed arrived in country A, he only stayed awake for less than half an hour, and then completely entered the stage of extreme mania.

But this time, he was not sedated.

The man calmly watched him go crazy, watched him get off the bed and run away, and even looked indifferent when he smashed things.He picked up a thin cigarette in his left hand, puffed out the smoke ring, and the words that came out of his thin lips were extremely cool.

"Smash it, it's all your money anyway."

The man stood by the window in the shadow of the floor-to-ceiling curtain, holding a cigarette, watching Hao Chun with cold eyes like a trapped animal, and spitting out his thin lips. "This house is soundproof, and there are no other residents within a hundred miles. You can smash it."

Hao Chun turned his head in anger, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot abnormally, and after a few seconds, he rushed over screaming and wanted to fight the man.

The man didn't dodge, and let him rush towards him. With a bang, the two grown men fell to the floor at the same time.Hao Chun rode on the man's body and punched left and right, the man turned his face slightly to avoid it, taking care not to let Hao Chun beat him to disfigurement, and let Hao Chun beat the rest like this.

Hao Chun aggressively punched one after another.The cigarette fell on the floor, and it was unknown when it had been extinguished.

The man's nightgown had been beaten to bits and pieces, completely uncovering his body. Hao Chun's fist landed on the man's creamy skin, and his speed suddenly slowed down.

Hey, hey, the sound of fists hitting the flesh was extremely dull.

The man coughed muffled, neither fighting back nor begging for mercy.The two naturally cool lips were slightly pursed, and those deep pool-like eyes were dark and bottomless, staring motionlessly at Hao Chun who was wreaking havoc on him.

Hao Chun panted heavily, and looked down at the man's bottomless eyes.A few seconds later, his Adam's apple rolled up and down sharply uneasily.

"Gan!"

Hao Chun swears, stepped off him anxiously, and stepped on the burgundy red floor with his bare feet, his throat and eyes dry.Lowering his head, he saw blood in the gap between his fists out of the corner of his eye.

It's that man's blood.

That man looks... very much like Chen Jingming.

Hao Chun's eyes were hot, and it seemed that his heartache was gushing up, until it reached his throat.He didn't dare to speak anymore, and he didn't dare to lower his head any more, he could only raise his jaw suddenly, and lift his head up as infinitely as possible.

At the end of the line of sight is a gorgeous but old Rococo chandelier.

Hao Chun recognized the chandelier.At that time, when they were both 25 years old, such a rococo chandelier was also installed in the old house in Jibei City. The 25-year-old and he rolled under this light. He lay flat on the floor and raised his head, and a large white light appeared in his sight.

It was at that time that he asked Chen Jingming for an eternal souvenir.

"Why don't you continue to fight? Ahem..."

The man coughed and stood up with his hands on the ground with difficulty.The nightgown had fallen off early, and the man's creamy skin was covered with marks of being beaten up and down.Although he tried his best to avoid turning his face away just now, his thin lips were still broken, and when he opened his mouth to speak, blood oozes from the corners of his lips.

Hao Chun ignored him.

Hao Chun was looking up at the chandelier above his head blankly.

The man coughed and wiped the corners of his lower lip, and didn't pick up his clothes. He just frowned and lowered his head to inspect the wound on his body.Hao Chun hit hard, but I don't know whether it was intentional or a coincidence, every punch avoided his vital points.The skin on the ribs was intact, untouched at all.

Down below... the bird and its nest are safe.

The man raised his lips and smiled meaningfully.After a few seconds, the calling sound became more gentle. "Achun?"

"Hush, don't disturb Chen Jingming," Hao Chun still looked up at the lamp above his head blankly, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Look, it's old."

Hao Chun raised his finger to the familiar rococo chandelier above his head, which belonged to 25-year-old Chunhe Jingming.

The man followed his fingers and looked up, then smiled. "Where is it old?"

"It's all old everywhere." Hao Chun continued to mutter, Danfeng glanced down, and complained with a little annoyance: "I told you not to mess with these beautiful gadgets, there are bell buds everywhere, so small Every single flower bone, if I want to wipe off the dust, I have to climb up to wipe it with a brush."

The man's smile became softer.

He walked towards Hao Chun step by step, dragged his body full of injuries, opened his thin lips lightly, and said something silently.

Hao Chun couldn't hear it, so he turned his head and stared fiercely at this person. "Chen Jingming, what are you doing so sneakily? What do you want to say, speak louder!"

"...Ah Chun," the man finally walked up to Hao Chun, stood face to face, and asked him word by word. "What did you call me just now?"

"Chen Jingming!" Hao Chun sneered resoundingly, squinting down at him maliciously. "I know all your old birds, how can I not recognize you?"

"... Ah Chun!"

The man* Chen Jingming finally couldn't restrain himself anymore, stretched out his arms, and hugged Hao Chun tightly.He put his head behind Hao Chun's shoulder, desperately refusing to let Hao Chun notice the shock in his eyes.

After a lapse of 20 years, this is the first time that Hao Chun regained his sanity on his own without the help of sedatives.

"Hey, what are you crazy about?"

Hao Chun obviously felt baffled, and wanted to push him away, but Chen Jingming hugged him so tightly that he rolled on the ground directly under the pressure.

Two adult men rolled on the burgundy redwood board again, their bodies entangled, casting a large sumptuous light above their heads.

It's exactly the same as when I was 25 years old.