My Dear People · Moon Evening

In reality, who wouldn't?It couldn't be easier to look at the benefits and take care of your life properly.

But that's not the purpose of life, so we always have to make more difficult choices.

-June 2016, 10

"Sir, our business hours are up."

A vague English sentence woke up Lin Yilin who was lying on the table. He opened his eyes tiredly and saw the dazzling sunlight outside the window. The waiter, barely controlling his sore body, stood up and left the all-night bar.

After being shut up in the corridor by Chen Lu last night, Xiao Linzi left the house angrily.

Those bodyguards also seemed to have received the order, and there was no intention of following them.

In fact, in New York, Lin Yilin didn't have any friends to speak of, and finally got tired from walking on the street, so he simply hid in a deserted nightclub to rest, and fell asleep at some point.

At this moment, the time has passed seven o'clock, and everything is recovering in the light.

Lin Yilin took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but there were no incoming calls or text messages. Seeing that the battery was about to run out, he simply turned off the phone.

Where should I go?

For the first time in so many years, he felt confused.

The job is gone, the dream has been stranded, and inexplicably I can't even go home.

At this moment, there is really nothing, a dilemma.

Lin Yilin couldn't even figure out what Chen Lu was thinking. Could it be that Yan Qingwei's illness wasn't enough for him to worry about? Could it be that the company's crisis had already been resolved?Is it because you are angry that you don't listen to him, or because you are jealous that Leo has appeared too frequently recently?

But anyway, how could he use another person's existence to punish himself?

This was the most contemptible, impossible and most unreasonable thing the young master had done before.

Or...he really likes Shen Xuan a little bit?

Thinking of this, Lin Yilin gradually lost strength and squatted on the ground, his mind was completely blank.

In fact, no matter how many descriptions Chen Lu used, Xiao Linzi couldn't fully understand why he loved him, because any reason he could describe seemed a little untenable in the life of the young master, so the terrible Shen Xuan … Now Lin Yilin, who always believes in herself, cannot be confident.

There is no reason for love, and it does not rely on any effort.

"Mr. Lin?" An unfamiliar greeting sounded not far away.

Lin Yilin frowned and raised his head, revealing his still beautiful but painful face, showing slight hostility.

It turned out to be the paparazzi reporter Fizz whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Fizz was still hanging around, holding a half-eaten sandwich in his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't follow you this time, it was purely by chance."

Lin Yilin didn't want outsiders to see him in a mess, so he quickly stood up calmly and said softly, "Do you live near here?"

Fizz said, "Yeah."

Lin Yilin asked: "How much information do you have on Chen Lu and Shen Xuan?"

Hearing this, Fizz was stunned, then chewed the sandwich and said, "They all appeared very high-profile, I have them all, and many reporters have them."

"How much?" Lin Yilin asked.

"You finally believe it?" Fizz laughed, and the freckles on his face stretched out: "I said, I can give you theirs for free, a domineering scum like Chen Lu..."

"Get it now, where do you live?" Lin Yilin interrupted his insult.

Fizz watched in amazement as Lin Yilin took out the car keys and got into the sports car that had been ticketed on the side of the road. After hesitating for a moment, he sat in the clean and comfortable seat, like a dancing clown, rambling excitedly.

But Lin Yilin, whose mind was roaring, couldn't listen to a word of his nonsense.

He knew that he shouldn't think about Chen Lu's deliberate declaration of war, but this matter was completely out of Xiao Linzi's control.

Fizz's home is in an ordinary apartment building, small and untidy, with clothes and photos strewn about.

Lin Yilin didn't look much when he arrived, he borrowed the bathroom first, and simply washed his face.

The cool water washed over his skin, which made his sanity much clearer.

"Use it?" Fizz rummaged through the living room, nervously finding out half a box of tissues.

Lin Yilin shook his head, turned off the cold water: "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he borrowed his body and walked into the living room of the single room, and sat on a less chaotic corner of the sofa.

Fizz is a typical paparazzi reporter. He has been arrested and questioned by the police more than once for sneaking photos of celebrities. Looking at it very openly, in my impression, Lin Yilin is just like those "Cinderella" who are exaggerated by the media, lucky and fragile, just a puppet living under a perfect mask, but today's close contact by accident, and It felt like the man had another soul.

Sharp, cold, and refusing to communicate.

It's exactly the same as his expression now.

Fizz here has a lot of things that shouldn't be shown to the public, and he rarely brings people back. He took out the black tea pot with only a little bottom left, and was worried about the poor contact of the kettle.

"Don't be too busy." Lin Yilin suddenly asked: "When you appeared in front of me, was it arranged by Leo?"

"I have a work ethic," Fizz grinned.

Lin Yilin ignored it and asked, "Ghost Whisperer, did you also take Leo's money?"

"Stop asking questions I can't answer, I still want to live a good life." Fizz shrugged.

Lin Yilin just recovered.

Fizz rummaged on the table, and then said casually: "But I can tell you, no, I have never had contact with that lucky illegitimate child."

"A handsome Asian man is looking for you, right?" Lin Yilin looked at him.

"Yeah, I didn't know his name, and then he disappeared," Fizz said. "I regretted it for a while."

Lin Yilin asked, "Why?"

Fizz said: "Everyone in our circle knows that you can shoot, Chen Lu can shoot, but Yan Qingwei must not mess with her. Anyone who messed with her...all disappeared."

"Disappear?" Lin Yilin asked.

Fizz bypassed the question: "You are the last person to see the Ghost Whisperer, because his brother happened because of Yan Qingwei, so he is the only one who dares to take this kind of job."

Lin Yilin gradually got used to everyone's fear of Yan Qingwei, and she couldn't guess how many iron-fisted and bloody choices the queen made.

"I've talked too much, here." Fizz handed him a bunch of photos: "It's all here."

Lin Yilin took it over, looked through all the "dating" records of Chen Lu and Shen Xuan with a lonely expression, and then recalled the lies that the young master was busy with business these days.

"I've talked too much, and everything is scarier than I thought. From now on, I won't be involved in their family affairs." Fizz said with a smile: "It's more comfortable to pat the little star's privacy and have a good meal."

Why in the eyes of outsiders, Leo, who almost succeeded in revenge, is a harmless and transparent body, while Yan Qingwei is a terrifying demon king?

Maybe the key is that Leo has the mysterious minion of Hiroshi Fujii?

"To be honest, I've never seen ordinary people who marry rich people live happily ever after." Fizz picked up the little sandwich left on the table and ate it with relish.

Lin Yilin smiled helplessly, put away the photo and got up and said, "Thank you."

He turned around to leave, but suddenly said: "I understand that you don't want to be involved again, but can you do me one last favor, so that I can help you."

After speaking, he looked around Fizz's messy room: "It seems that you are not doing well."