compulsory possession

Emotions broke the embankment, and once you let go of your tears, you can never take them back. Li Beiyan asked him in a very heavy cry in front of He Cong's men at the gate of the He Group.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

"You should have an umbrella on a rainy day, why is it useless!"

After returning from Kashgar, Li Beiyan was always in a situation where he had to pretend everything.

If you are unhappy, you should say you are happy, if you don’t like it, you say you like it, you care a lot and pretend you don’t care, and now you understand it, you pretend you don’t understand it.

He didn't question the deep meaning of He Cong's words, but grasped the superficial meaning and asked him loudly.

He Cong's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he didn't answer Li Beiyan, only said: "If I don't go to the airport, I will be late."

Since puberty, the person who has been pestering him has always been He Cong.

Skipping classes, surfing the Internet, picky eaters, college entrance examinations, filling in volunteers, interviews, getting a job, every step of his youth, He Cong disregarded Li Beiyan's will and took care of everything.

Li Beiyan has always been forced to accept all the goodness in his actions, as well as all the paranoia and madness in his personality.

Now Li Beiyan finally took the initiative, but He Cong didn't want it anymore, and took many steps back one after another.

No one can accept it.

"It's you who turned me into what I am now! He Cong!" Li Beiyan threw away his umbrella and grabbed He Cong's clothes with his rain-drenched hands. You, you can't just throw me away after spoiling me into a waste!"

He could obviously have another life, but it was He Cong who insisted on tricking him with lies.Li Beiyan's fingers were trembling, he didn't know if it was because it was cold after being exposed to the rain, or because he was too desperate.

He Cong frowned, took off his coat and put it on Li Beiyan, looked sideways at his subordinates, a group of people disappeared collectively with knowing winks, got into the car and even locked the windows.

Zhexi still didn't move, but his expression that had no waves before finally cracked. He had seen Li Beiyan's tears before, and that was the most powerful weapon in the world.

He wanted to scold Li Beiyan loudly, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see He Cong's tense back muscles, and his clenched fists that were getting tighter and tighter. All the swear words that he wanted to blurt out were abruptly blocked.

He knew that He Cong was flustered now, and he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

The action of He Cong putting on his coat finally gave Li Beiyan some hope. He grabbed the man's fingers, just like He Cong grabbed him countless times many years ago.

"He Cong...don't want me." After returning from Kashgar, he was always crying, but there was never a time when he was as sad as he is now.

But even though the corners of his eyes were red from crying, that hand still didn't respond. Li Beiyan grabbed He Cong, like holding the air, but there was nothing.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but it still couldn't cover up the indifference in He Cong's voice when he looked down, "Didn't you always want freedom? Now I will give it to you."

"..."

"No one wants to be crushed and entangled by a lunatic, otherwise you wouldn't hide in Kashgar."

"..."

"Li Beiyan, I'll give you a chance to leave. Go now and never look back."

"I'm not leaving!" Every cold word the man uttered defeated Li Beiyan.

He squatted down and sat on the wet ground, hugged He Cong's thigh with his hands, trying to hang himself on He Cong.

"Didn't you say that you have been waiting for me to grow up? You can't be patient. I am sensible now."

He Cong frowned, staring down at Li Beiyan's red and swollen eyes, frail and tired, no one was more heartbroken than him.

No matter how good the concentration is, all the rationality will be shattered into slag at this moment.

He gritted his teeth halfway, his expression was darker than the sky under the rain curtain, He Cong asked, "Do you want to let go?"

Li Beiyan shook his head quickly, and pressed his face to He Cong's suit pants, his throat became hoarse from being too sad, "Don't let go! I will never let you go in this life!"

He Cong took half a step back, squatted down, and looked at Li Beiyan.A person sat on the wet ground and cried while hugging someone else's thigh, looking like a beggar in embarrassment.The other person was wearing a haute couture dark suit, and the eyes in the gold-rimmed glasses were chillingly indifferent.

"What do you promise me? Your promise is worth less than the lines in Sanwu's advertisement."

Li Beiyan cried until he was choked with sobs, tried hard to speak but couldn't say a complete sentence, "You...you want...how can I...do it?"

Those wet eyes are captivating, just like when he was 17 years old, He Cong will always be moved by him unconditionally.

"Open it up and sign your name on it."

A stack of documents was handed over to Li Beiyan, all of which were in English, and He Cong's name had been signed on the first and last pages.

Li Beiyan didn't ask any questions, just grabbed the black and white paper, as eagerly as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

He took the pen handed over by He Cong, first dried his right hand with his unsoaked shirt, and then signed the three Chinese characters "Li Beiyan" at the fastest speed in his life.

He sniffed, the tip of his nose was as red as his eye sockets, and asked cautiously, "Is that so? Is it okay?"

"Don't you read what's written on the document?"

"Don't look, I believe you."

"……it is good."

On the aggrieved face, there was [-]% trust, slowly gathered somewhere in He Cong's body, and then fell heavily.

Li Beiyan shed tears, and He Cong was reborn.

In the violent storm outside, He Cong's expression loosened, and he finally reached out his hand to Li Beiyan, who was covered in rain.

From time to time, raindrops splashed on his face, and a layer of transparent water vapor hung on his eyelashes. Li Beiyan was led by the man to stand up straight, and He Cong tightened his cold fingers more and more each time.

"This is the marriage agreement."

The chilly wind blew across his cheeks, and Li Beiyan suddenly suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"……marry?"

Sensing the hesitation in his words, He Cong withdrew the document from Li Beiyan's hands. His body trembled slightly, and he said angrily, "Registration in Sweden is very difficult. Even if you regret it now, you have to wait two years later." Only then can you dissolve the marriage relationship with me."

"I do not regret."

It's just that it happened so suddenly, he just cried and signed three words, and then...he married He Cong?

There is no sense of reality at all.

It's like... It's like running a marathon with all your strength, seeing being thrown farther and farther by the team, and struggling on the verge of retiring, someone suddenly launched a rocket and took him soaring into the sky.

His head was dizzy, he was surprised and happy, he was afraid that the hand that He Cong took the initiative to reach out to him was a dream, and he was afraid that the word "marriage" was his crazy imagination.

"go home."

Holding the document in one hand, He Cong led Li Beiyan with the other, and walked away from Zhexi.

Before getting in the car, Li Beiyan turned his head and saw Zhexi frozen in the position where he cried just now, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

He Cong drove him back home, Zhexi didn't follow, Li Beiyan took a shower, changed his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and dug out the fresh ingredients he bought before in the refrigerator, as if nothing had happened, thinking about the recipe seriously lunch.

He Cong was too demanding on food. Li Beiyan carefully cut the beef into small square pieces. He was sick and injured, so he tried his best to make the dishes light.

Secretary Chen came just in time for dinner, "Xiao Beiyan, your cooking skills have improved!"

He Cong had a bad appetite and didn't eat much. Li Beiyan looked at him and replied absently, "Thank you. I'll do it next time if I like it."

"Xiao Beiyan is really good."

Secretary Chen's face was full of smiles, and He Cong frowned slightly for a moment, and then it seemed as if someone had smoothed it with his hands.

The corners of Li Beiyan's mouth curled up, feeling a little proud.

Secretary Chen asked, "Bo Yuze, do you still remember?"

Li Beiyan stopped to think for a while, and found that tall figure in his distant memory, "Well, at that time we ate boiled mutton together in Xiyuan."

"Knowing that you came back, he told Su Ming that he wanted to see you."

Li Beiyan couldn't tell what was going on in his heart right now, there was the sadness of being right and wrong, and the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.The friends who were separated in time, after three long years, returned to the starting point of the initial acquaintance.

All the things that deviated from the preset track, after He Cong recovered his memory, got stuck in the spinning gear and slowly returned to the right track, and everything started to develop in a good direction.

"How are they doing now?"

"all is well."

It's great, they lived the happiest life in their ideal, which is enviable.

In the afternoon, after He Cong talked about work with Secretary Chen, he took cold medicine and went back to his room to rest. Li Beiyan sent Secretary Chen away and leaned against the window to watch the sky completely darken.A lot of pictures flickered back and forth, and my heart was like an empty basketball gym at school, very empty.

He went in and found a place to sit down, and asked He Cong who was sitting on the bedside reading documents, "When will you break up with Zhexi?"

He raised his head, beckoning him to continue talking.

"Since you've remembered everything and signed the marriage agreement, you can't... you can't raise a lover outside. I want to stand by your side upright, whether someone stops me or is beaten to death by my elder brother, I will be with you."

He Cong closed the document, his eyes behind the lens smiled gently, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Behind the gentle smile, there is overflowing tiredness.

Li Beiyan and He Cong stood by the window, looking at the bustling world outside, the sound of fireworks exploded in their ears, which was especially deafening in the deep night sky.

He rested his head on He Cong's shoulder, and the skin on the man's neck seemed to be changing in temperature too, without the cold sense of distance before.

"Happy Lantern Festival." Li Beiyan raised his eyes, and what he saw was a delicate side face, as beautiful as a mirage.

Suddenly recalling that year, He Cong rescued him from the wine shop, took him to see the most beautiful lanterns in Yuanmingyuan, and thought about buying him a string of candied haws in the ice and snow.

"He Cong."

"Ah."

Li Beiyan didn't know how many battles he had experienced in his heart, and how much sadness he had endured, before he was willing to give the two of them a chance to start over.

"We got married."

"Yes."

"I love you."

The waist was encircled by He Cong's hands, so enthusiastically.

[The author has something to say: He Cong: What two years, even if you are given 200 years, you still can't leave this marriage! 】