Today is also a day that I don't want to be cannon fodder

More than half a month had passed since the funeral, and the people around were immersed in a kind of sadness, and they couldn't tell what was wrong, but it made people take it for granted.

After all, there are not many people as good as Wen Yan, and it is quite normal to be sad because of him.

Lin Chen, who was drunk like mud, seemed to have finally remembered something, he staggered upstairs, and finally stopped in front of the room where Wen Yan once lived, he dared not stretch out his hand.

He was afraid that as soon as he smelled the unique scent on Wen Yan, he would go crazy uncontrollably. That was the person he put on top of his heart, the person he would pamper and protect all his life, why did he suddenly disappear? ?

Tears rolled down from his face to the ground unconsciously, splashing a splash, Lin Chen lowered his head to cover his gloomy expression, Wen Yan would not like it...

A shining star likes a star that is also dazzling, not a shooting star that gives up on itself...

Suppressing the grief deep in his heart, Lin Chen pushed the door open bit by bit. Everything in the past was vivid in his mind, even the quilt that hadn't been made in time seemed extraordinarily casual.

It was as if Wen Yan hadn't left yet.

The icy air turned into winter icicles, like a dragon rushing across the river in his lungs, the small and fragile alveoli were constantly squeezed, and finally burst one by one, the pain made Lin Chen almost fall to his knees .

His eyes, which had not rested for a long time, were filled with frightening bloodshot eyes. Lin Chen breathed hard, trying to pull himself to the edge of sobriety. His fingers tried their best to grab the doorknob, and every movement was like being on the tip of a knife. Dancing, if you are not careful, you will lose your body.

Finally found what he was looking for, Lin Chen browsed eagerly, his face became more and more ugly the more he looked at the back, by the time he finished flipping through the whole book, Lin Chen's face was already darker than the bottom of the pot.

His fist hit the table with a bang. Lin Chen gritted his teeth and stared at the innocent book. He took a deep breath and took out the phone with trembling hands. Press out with anger.

The person who received the call on the other side seemed to know about it a long time ago, and even felt that the call came too late.

Yan Mo sat cross-legged on the chair lazily, his light golden eyes converged into the exotic mountains and rivers, with all kinds of amorous feelings, but only one could not see the true love.He sighed and stretched out his hand to touch the side of his face, looking at the phone that was in the middle of the call without sadness or joy.

"Yan Mo, Wen Yan's death has something to do with you?"

Wen Yan is a child who easily feels insecure. During these days, he would have nightmares from time to time, and he was even chanting words.Although Lin Chen didn't know why, he carefully memorized a few words.

Color ink, light, death, plot.

It seems that there is no way to connect them together, but there is a very perfect logic in Wen Yan's mind to turn them into an unknown thing.

Yan Mo frowned slightly, he stood up and walked to the bed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it on his fingertips: "It has something to do with me, and it has nothing to do with me."

"..." Lin Chen was silent for a while, and just about to continue asking, Yan Mo interrupted him.

"Whether it's related or not, Wen Yan is not from our world." The cigarette was ruthlessly smashed on the window sill, leaving a dark gray mark.

Before Lin Chen could ask Yan Mo what he meant, the other person directly hung up the phone.Lin Chen's heart beat wildly a few times involuntarily. He frowned and stared at the darkened phone, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

It prompted him to race to the cemetery, and stand in front of Wen Yan's tombstone, his eyes tender and loving.

The morning sun shines on the earth, and the life buried in the deep layer slowly reveals its head, showing its vigorous side.

There was only one sleeping person left in the huge room, as if feeling some call, Wen Yan, who was nestled under the quilt, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the cold room.

It's very real, this is the room he lives in... Wen Yan accidentally reached out to pinch his face, and felt pain, but there was always an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, as if he had lost something very important.

Wen Yan was down for a few minutes before slowly recovering. He looked at the calendar on the bedside, his frowning brows slightly relaxed, no, there was no difference.

It was like a demonic thought constantly entangled Wen Yan, and the sound entered his ears, and went straight to the sky.

Not long after Wen Yan woke up, his assistant called him and asked if the cooperation with others would continue as usual today.Rubbing his temples with his slender fingers, Wen Yan felt as if a machine gun was firing bullets in his head.

"According to the plan." The voice was cold and impersonal, and the assistant on the other side hummed and asked something else before hanging up the phone.

Wen Yan changed his clothes and went to the kitchen. Just as he was about to take out the cold milk that had been prepared all year round from the refrigerator, his heart suddenly hurt, as if a sharp knife had been inserted into the deepest part and then pulled out forcefully.

The pain was so painful that gentle sweat broke out on Wen Yan's forehead, and his face was even paler like a patient.He tried his best to prop up his body, and supported the refrigerator to make himself stand upright. He took a deep breath and grabbed his fingers vigorously. The palm had already been scratched, and as long as he exerted a little more force, blood would burst out from under the thin skin, exaggerating everything.

Not knowing what happened, Wen Yan slowed his breathing for about 10 minutes before slowly returning to normal.He stood up straight, unknowingly let go of his fingers and looked down at the deep mark.

Almost... almost caught...

But when Wen Yan's head hurt, he was silent for a few seconds before repeating the previous action, took out the glass of ice milk and poured it down his stomach, his thoughts became even more confused.

What has he lost?No, he obviously lost nothing, and nothing changed... Wen Yan raised his head and stared seriously at the increasingly cold face, his heart was beating wildly.

Before Wen Yan could figure out what he had lost, the doorbell suddenly interrupted his next train of thought.He relaxed and rubbed his shoulders, and touched his fingers back unconsciously.

Smooth as usual without a trace.Wen Yan suddenly felt a little wronged, he lowered his eyes and pursed his thin lips into a straight line, what happened to him?

Wen Yan, who couldn't understand it, struggled for more than ten seconds before struggling to open the door, looking indifferently at the assistant who was holding a pile of documents.

His voice was cold: "Why did you come here so early?"

The assistant was taken aback, and a few small question marks appeared on his head.He had always come here at this time before, why was he suddenly turned away by Wen Yan?

Wen Yan soon realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. He turned his head and pretended that he hadn't said anything. He raised his legs and walked into the sofa, looking directly at the assistant with his dark eyes.

"What happened?"

"Ah, oh, there is something wrong with Mr. Wang's cooperation. The board of directors asked you to have a conversation."

Wen Yan frowned and quickly recalled the details of this cooperation in his mind, and it took him a while to sort out his words: "I see."

The sun shines on the grass, and the dew reflects all kinds of colors, which are transparent but more dazzling than many things.As soon as Wen Yan stepped out of the car door, he suddenly turned around as if sensing something, but there was nothing behind him.

Blood soaked the ground, and every murmur was like a demon's call.In the end, Wen Chu could only see the chaos left behind, while Yan Mo and Lin Chen who were on the phone disappeared into the world at the same time.