That scumbag famous flower has a master

Yu Shengyun looked at him sitting idle, with a small piece of mahjong in his hand carelessly, and smiled angrily: "I asked you to play mahjong with them, and you made everyone run away in anger?"

Cheng Geyun tilted his head: "They themselves are addicted to food, they can't afford it and run away, who is to blame?"

Yu Shengyun couldn't do anything with him, so he shouted seriously: "Cheng Geyun."

Cheng Geyun raised his eyelids lazily, and asked her back: "You think this is very interesting?"

He pointed to himself: "Do you think it's interesting to use a diary to constantly threaten me, control my freedom, and imprison my thoughts?"

Yu Shengyun crossed his arms: "What do you want?"

"Give me back the diary."

"impossible."

"Yu Shengyun!" His nerves were tense all day long, and he was already on the verge of collapse, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not." Yu Shengyun looked at him coldly: "Open your eyes and take a good look, who is more like a lunatic now?"

"I only know that you are an idiot." Cheng Geyun walked around anxiously, cursing: "You are an idiot, you are a big idiot, you are a despicable idiot, you are a big idiot who only threatens people!"

"What else can you swear besides these two words?" Yu Shengyun raised his chin and said amusedly, "Is this what you learned when you lived to be 28?"

"Shut up! I don't want you to care!"

Being watched by her as amused finally made Cheng Geyun's emotions explode completely. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed away a piece of debris in front of him, and the thing fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

And he himself stood still and took a deep breath, trying to calm down the rapid heartbeat after the anger.

"Is your heart so fragile?" Yu Shengyun was still standing in a clean and tidy area, and she commented without emotion: "I really want to know how Cheng Yu educated you like this."

When hearing these two words, Cheng Geyun suddenly raised his head.

He carefully adjusted his breathing again, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he stared at Yu Shengyun: "Shut up."

"Am I wrong?" Yu Shengyun said in a cold tone, "Pursuing illusory romance all day long, living a muddled and extremely absurd life, and still being self-willed like a child at the age of 28, let me hold your handle. You went together."

"Take me away?" Cheng Geyun smiled slowly.

"What's none of your business?" He didn't wait for Yu Shengyun, and asked her again: "What right do you have to control me?"

"I am your mother."

"My mother has been dead for 28 years. I have known this since I was a child. She died of dystocia when she gave birth to me." Cheng Geyun clenched his left hand and put his fist on the table: "Also, I don't allow you to mention my father. Name, you are the least qualified person to judge him."

Yu Shengyun's face began to turn pale, but he quickly settled down: "I didn't want to. When you were six years old, I came to pick you up, and he agreed, but you refused to leave."

"I'm not willing to go with you now." Cheng Geyun reiterated: "You are not allowed to mention him again."

Yu Shengyun's expression froze, perhaps because he was surprised by his stubbornness on this point.

She closed her eyes, and her exquisite face finally collapsed a little bit, like a piece of a god statue being enshrined had fallen off due to age, and it began to fall off continuously: "At that time, I wanted to leave, and your father agreed."

Calling Cheng Yu "your father" may be a kind of compromise and concession to her, but it will not be recognized by Cheng Geyun. This is the most sensitive and untouchable point in his heart, even if it is still Even if he didn't come across it, just a little probing was enough to make him furious.

"That's what you want to leave." The positions began to change constantly, and the high-ranking person became Cheng Geyun: "He didn't apologize to you, and there is nothing wrong with you leaving, but I just hate you. I just hate you."

When he was six years old, a strange woman came to his house suddenly. The woman was beautiful, with a faint fragrance lingering around her, but she looked cold, which made him afraid to approach her.

His father told him that this was his mother and asked him if he would like to live with her.

"Isn't my mother already dead?" Cheng Geyun shook his head: "I don't have a mother."

Cheng Yu has corrected this point countless times, but apparently to no avail: "I told you, mom just doesn't live with us, she doesn't die, this is your mom."

Cheng Geyun looked at the woman, shook his head again, hugged Cheng Yu's leg tightly, and still refused to leave.

When he was 12 years old, that woman came to his house again, she was still as beautiful as in memory, and asked him if he would like to live with her, but Cheng Geyun refused again.

At that time, he would not only hug his father's thigh to escape, but would quietly drink water from the sidelines, and then seriously and firmly said that he didn't like living with other people, so he wanted to live with his father forever.

In the summer of that year, he finished the college entrance examination, and the woman came again, but Cheng Geyun still directly refused.

He knew that the woman's surname was Yu, and her name was Yu Shengyun, but he didn't look back at her. He just slowly trimmed the rose branches, and then told her: "I don't know you, please go back."

At that time, Yu Shengyun took the initiative to talk to him: "Why?"

Cheng Geyun frowned slightly, seeing that he was extremely innocent and naive, but he just felt strange, and asked: "Why is there a reason? If you don't want to, you just don't want to."

"I have a lot of property." Yu Shengyun explained to him.

"Oh," Cheng Geyun cut off the dead branches and remained polite: "But I really don't need money."

"Don't you want to experience other lives?" Yu Shengyun tried to stir up the restlessness in the young man's heart.

"I don't want to." Cheng Geyun still turned his back to her, and smiled slightly. He could hear that he was in a good mood, like a bird by the window lattice, as if he could jump on a branch and hum a song in the next moment: "As long as you are like a As it is now, I am very happy to be able to read books, plant flowers, and practice calligraphy every day.”

His temper at that time was also much better than now, and he reminded Yu Shengyun again: "Please go back, I really don't need everything you have. Also, I want you to really stop looking for me. Because next time my answer will definitely be no.”

After hearing the words, Yu Shengyun stood behind him for a long time, watching him leisurely trim the flower branches, cut off roses, and carefully packed them in a basket.Finally, she finally said: "Apart from your appearance, from your other aspects, you really don't look like my son at all."

"Why should I be like you?" Cheng Geyun was baffled by what she said, and finally put down the flower scissors, and looked back at her in surprise.Like a serious child, he said seriously: "I am Cheng Geyun, Cheng Geyun is Cheng Geyun, I am unique, not like anyone, and I will never be like anyone."

He is a child nurtured by Cheng Yu with all his love. He never feels inferior, and knows that he is the most unique to many people. Even if he has a small temper occasionally, he is always happy.

After speaking, he continued to do his own thing. After a long time, he realized that something was wrong, and when he looked back, he found that Yu Shengyun had left.

Cheng Geyuntian really thought it was an ending, thinking that after this time, women probably wouldn't come to him again.

He went upstairs with the vase in his arms, hummed a song and placed the flowers on his father's desk, then went out to play basketball with his classmates with a smile.

But he didn't see that this was actually just the beginning, an abyss, which had just revealed less than one-tenth of its hideous horror in front of him.

Soon after, his father's suicide declared the end of summer, and he accepted this fact in a daze, but still refused to cremate his father.When he recovered from his grief, he flipped through his father's diary frantically, trying to find a little bit of reason, a little bit of reason why his father abandoned him so decisively.

However, Yu Shengyun is written every word in the reason.

He missed Yu Shengyun, from the day Yu Shengyun left until that summer, he had been thinking about this woman.He feels sad because she doesn't love him, she doesn't love anyone, she only loves the wealth and power in her hands, this is a vulgar plot.

In the end, Cheng Geyun's adulthood seemed to be his liberation, so he really left without hesitation.

But Cheng Geyun couldn't blame Yu Shengyun.

As written in her father's diary, she was not wrong, she just had her own way of life to go.

But he couldn't stop hating Yu Shengyun, it's just that he was dead, but he was still alive, and his selfishness still existed, so he chose to resent, like a ghost and a poisonous snake, entwining himself and Yu Shengyun.

He blamed himself for why he left that day and why he couldn't stay at home. He thought, if he stayed at home that day, maybe Cheng Yu would be more open-minded, talk to him more, joke with him, maybe he wouldn't seek death .

He blamed himself for not being aware of Cheng Yu's emotions in the past. He claimed to love Cheng Yu deeply, but he couldn't understand or even notice the depression in his heart.

While he refused to forgive himself, he also hated Yu Shengyun.

It was as if all he was left with was resentment and a constant search for a shadow, and made these the goals of his emotional existence for the rest of his life, so that the absurdity and decadence became natural, and he was a mess in this respect.

Most of the gold leaf outside the statue fell off, Yu Shengyun closed her eyes tightly, and squeezed her hands tightly: "If you hate me, you can hate me." There was only one thing she couldn't back down: "But you have to follow me, Listen to me."

"I do not know."

"Cheng Geyun." Yu Shengyun called him again: "Are you sure?"

"What are you going to do?" Cheng Geyun sneered twice, "Give the diary to Jiang Youzhao?"

The two stalemate for a while.

"I heard that you are going to marry him." Yu Shengyun broke the deadlock first and turned his head: "You go first, I am very tired now."

Yu Shengyun sat for a long time, and after Cheng Geyun left, she finally picked up her mobile phone and called Jiang Youzhao.

"Mr. Jiang." She was completely different from her previous appearance, and the smile on her face returned to her confident look: "I heard that you are going to marry Geyun, congratulations first. But I have something here, You might be interested."

Cheng Geyun called Tang Chen.

"Shall we have lunch together?" he asked. "By the way, here's the invitation."

"Okay." Tang Chen tapped on the keyboard: "What do you want to eat, do you think it's okay to eat fish?"

Cheng Geyun didn't agree, just kept silent for a while, and then asked: "What do you want to eat? Eat what you like. I've had dinner and I'm full."

In fact, Cheng Geyun went to look for Tang Chen on an empty stomach. In a Sichuan restaurant, Tang Chen sat down early and just waited for him to come for refills.

Several dishes had already been placed on the table, and the spicy taste was too pungent, which made Cheng Geyun unable to react at first.

Tang Chen's condition was much better than last time. Seeing Cheng Geyun, he first reached out to the table, and then slowly opened his hand.

In his palm is a toffee.

"Give you."

Cheng Geyun was stunned.

"I heard you were in a bad mood on the phone." Tang Chen was still as keen, and looked down at the candy: "A good friend of mine is a bit like you. He will change his mood when he eats candy after the game." Well, I don't know if it will be of any use to you."

Since Cheng Geyun classified him as a "good friend", then Tang Chen would take the role of a good friend. He raised his hand up and said with a smile, "Try it? Maybe it will be useful."

"Okay." Cheng Geyun nodded and took the candy.

He unwrapped the candy wrapper in front of Tang Chen. The milk candy would slowly melt in his mouth, but Cheng Geyun insisted on biting it with his teeth, so that the sweet taste of milk filled his entire mouth in an instant, like an explosion. Syrup, it seems to squeeze out all those depressed or sad emotions.

Cheng Geyun stretched out his hand: "I want one more." Like a primary school student asking for candy, he obediently added: "Just one is enough."

In fact, Tang Chen did only have one toffee left.He took out the last candy from his pocket and put it in the palm of Cheng Geyun's palm. Their fingers were so close that they couldn't touch each other.

This time, Cheng Geyun didn't bite the candy anymore, he just put it in his mouth and waited for it to melt slowly.

After finishing the meal, he thought of taking the invitation letter to Tang Chen, only to find that he couldn't bring it down in the car.

He asked Tang Chen: "Will you go get it with me?"

Tang Chen nodded: "Okay."

There is a distance between the two of them, and it seems inaccurate to say that they are in front of each other, but they will no longer walk side by side, lest their hands touch each other when they swing, which will only increase the embarrassment.

But before reaching the parking lot, Cheng Geyun suddenly looked back as if he had made a decision suddenly.

With a calm expression, he said, "I remember, I don't have any in the car either, so I'll give it to you next time."

Tang Chen was stunned, but quickly nodded: "Okay."

"See you later."

"Goodbye."

Cheng Geyun returned to the car and put away the invitation letter.

He leaned back slightly, but he didn't know what he was doing now.

He just seemed to suddenly discover that whenever he was faced with the problem of the diary, his nerves involuntarily tense and his brain was anxious, he would subconsciously look for a support, and then he would think of Tang Chen as it should and naturally.

The wedding date between him and Jiang Youzhao is approaching. In these few days, there can be no more mistakes.

Wait a few more days.Cheng Geyun thought so.

After he gets married, he can slowly tell Jiang Youzhao everything. By then, he may be much happier, right?At least it won't be like now, worrying all day long.

It was as if there was a glimmer of light ahead, and the plane suddenly set its course. Cheng Geyun felt a lot more relaxed, so he called Jiang Youzhao.

"I'm so hungry." Cheng Geyun, a Sichuan dish, didn't move a single chopstick. He asked coquettishly, "I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm starving to death... Do you have time to have lunch with me?"

"Well... I was a little busy just now." Jiang Youzhao smiled, and couldn't hide the joy in his tone: "I'm doing a very important thing, can I have dinner with you when it's over?"

Cheng Geyun was excited when he heard the word dinner, and nodded instantly: "Okay, okay, you said it yourself, don't play tricks."

"Never lie."

But Cheng Geyun was curious: "What makes you so happy?"

"This is a secret." Jiang Youzhao made a secret: "I will tell you when I have dinner with you in the afternoon."

With the check for dinner, Cheng Geyun was motivated to do work in the afternoon, and he was busy until about five o'clock, but Jiang Youzhao hadn't called him yet.

He thought that the other party might be too busy, so he took the initiative to go to his company. Everyone around Jiang Youzhao knew him, and he went all the way to the top office without hindrance.Until he walked outside Jiang Youzhao's office, he didn't forget to make a "shh" gesture to the other's assistant.

"Dangdang!" He pushed open the door: "Your little sweetheart is coming to see you for dinner!"

Jiang Youzhao sat by the window with his back turned to him, but he didn't turn his head back, didn't answer him, and didn't even make a move.

Cheng Geyun felt that his heartbeat was about to stop, and he intuitively told him that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was for a while, so he could only forcefully suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and tentatively called out: "Jiang Youzhao?"

If he had heard it himself, he might have thought it funny, because his voice trembled.

Jiang Youzhao still didn't answer him, but just told the assistant: "Close the door."

The assistant rushed over to do the same, and Cheng Geyun and him were the only ones left in the huge office.

Cheng Geyun stared at his back, and forced to look dissatisfied: "What's the matter with you? Why are you ignoring me?"

The voice was still trembling.

He seemed to have guessed something, seemed to be sure of something, but this was the last thing he wanted to face, so he eagerly wanted to find an answer.

"At noon today, I received a call from Mr. Yu. She said she had your diary for me and asked me to give her a project, and I agreed." There was no emotion in Jiang Youzhao's voice: "I got Your diary, I am very curious about what you have experienced in the past, what you like, and originally wanted to give you a surprise."

His words stopped abruptly, and Jiang Youzhao closed his eyes.

He picked up the diary in front of him, and the content stayed on that page. He lifted the diary and raised the content high. He opened his eyes again, turned his head sideways, and looked at Cheng Geyun.

He read these words over and over countless times, and he could recite them as soon as he uttered them.

"I have imagined the appearance of my future partner countless times, and none of them has the shadow of my father." Jiang Youzhao smiled, and tears flowed out with the smile. The words that followed seemed to reflect on the past, but now, All the joy in the past turned into despair, suffocating him: "Practice calligraphy, read books, read poems..."

No wonder Cheng Geyun asked the question "if you find a purposeful approach".

No wonder Cheng Geyun kept silent about this before, but suddenly mentioned his father when he was shopping for flowers that day.

No wonder for a long time, only myself and him have been entangled with him for two years, and it has come to this day.

It turned out that he, Jiang Youzhao, was ridiculous, but a phantom of others.

It turns out that what he thought was a peaceful and peaceful time in this world is just Cheng Geyun's remembrance time and time again.

He didn't expect that he would have such a sad moment when he lived to be 37 years old, and he couldn't even control the extremely emotional things like tears.

Jiang Youzhao raised the diary and trembled unconsciously: "Then tell me, what am I? Cheng Geyun, what am I?"