I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

In May, the small island close to the northern part of the earth finally ushered in spring slowly.

The long night was replaced by day, the sun began to extend, and the sea washed the reefs on the shore as usual.

The flowers covering the entire wall in front of the roadside hut are also blooming. The sea breeze is blowing, and the green leaves and flowers of various colors are trembling in the wind. There is a crisp bell ringing on the quiet island. ,? Bicycle tires run over the shiny navy blue stone path on the ground, leaving a string of muddy tracks.

The clothes of the blond boy in the car were blown backwards by the wind.

He swooped down from the top of the mountain, kicked his feet forward after the terrain was flat, and pulled the pull rope of the bell at the door when passing by the bakery? Then he raised his hand and grabbed the most brilliant flower by the wall, the vine Staggered by him,? When the shopkeeper opened the door, he could only see the back of the boy riding a bicycle, and his hands raised above his head and waving in the air.

The bouquet of flowers that he had pinched away swayed from side to side as he moved, as if saying goodbye to the host.

The boy rode all the way into the university campus along the seashore, and the tires rolled over the ground in the sunlight and circled the campus twice before finally stopping at the edge of a certain lawn with a creak.

The emerald green lawn shone with golden light in the sun, and men and women gathered in groups of two or three could be seen everywhere on the lawn. Young people passed them familiarly and walked towards the young man lying alone on the grass basking in the sun.

The young man has a slender figure, the sleeves of his shirt are casually rolled up to the elbow, and the exposed half of the forearm is like a perfectly fired white glaze, with a lustrous luster, smooth and beautiful lines, the wrist bone on the thin wrist is slightly protruding, and it is as slender as a spring onion root He gently pinched the corner of the book with his fingers to cover his face, blocking the scorching sun above his head.

He slept soundly, his chest rose and fell slowly and steadily, and the skirt of his shirt was softly attached to his chest and abdomen, where the strong and flexible waist and abdomen lines could be faintly seen.

The young man approached slowly, but the sleeping young man seemed to be aware of it. When he bent down to open the book on his face, he gently moved down, and his curled eyelashes slowly opened, revealing a book like sea water on the shore of a reef. Deep and clear eyes, with two small moles dotted in a very symmetrical manner, one left and one right.

He half supported his upper body, pinched the book in his hand and patted the young man's forehead: "Bruce, what do you want to do?"

When he met his smiling eyes, the young man blushed, handed the flower that had been hidden behind him to his eyes, and said in a stuttering voice, "Chun, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you." The flowers are as green and beautiful as the boy's. Chun Leshui took them. He sat on the lawn with one leg bent, lowered his head and sniffed the flowers in his hand, and said with a smile, "You will give me all the flowers in Mr. Sam's house." Got bald."

Bruce blushed, looking at him hesitantly: "Mr. Sam won't mind, do you like it?"

"I like flowers very much." Chun Leshui stood up, patted the grass clippings on her body, and put the flower stems into the book.

He looked at the boy who had just reached his shoulder in front of him, and rubbed his head unceremoniously: "But I won't date you."

"Why?!" Bruce followed him step by step, "I've been chasing you for three years."

"Then I'm waiting for three years, wait until you can talk about it, my dear." Chun Leshui didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Bruce is the child of Chun Leshui's neighbor's family. As he said, Chun Leshui has lived in this city on the other side of the world for three years.

After he finished the plot of the second week, he was reborn in the body of "Chun Leshui", who was born in China but immigrated abroad with his parents since he was a child.Chun Leshui here has a very ordinary and happy life. Although he is a single parent, his mother and stepfather love him very much. The accident happened one night when he was 17 years old. Because he forgot to turn off the gas, the boy who was alone at home walked away. quietly.

So Chun Leshui from the other side of the ocean was sent into his body by the system.

The moment Chun Leshui opened his eyes, he ran to the kitchen to turn off the gas, and opened all the windows in the house to diffuse the air.

This identity was chosen by Chun Leshui and the system together. When the author creates a world, he only focuses on improving the lives of the main and supporting characters, and the normal operation of a world must be inseparable from thousands of things that are not mentioned in other articles. people.

As a result, the world will be automatically supplemented and perfected. In addition to the destined story of the protagonist, there will also be many other sparks that collide independently.

The system said that if Chun Leshui wanted to, he could completely change his appearance and live a new life, but although Chun Leshui has always yearned for freedom, he does not want to completely abandon his past.

The name was given to him by his parents. It was taken from the phrase "The wise man enjoys water, the benevolent enjoys mountains" in "The Analects", hoping that he can flow freely like water.

Chun Leshui likes it very much, so she doesn't want to change it.

As for his face, he is also quite satisfied, so he wants to keep it as much as possible.

And the only one who meets his conditions is this young man who died of gas poisoning. The young man is eight times like him, the biggest difference is the small symmetrical mole under his eyes.

He took over the rest of the boy's life and would take care of his parents in his place.

Then three years passed in a flash, without the constraints of the system, without the constraints of the plot, even this city is extremely free and undisciplined, there is no homework in high school, no need to take the college entrance examination, the university tuition is free, all kinds of messy holidays add up to half of the year are resting.

He has his own family and friends, and even experienced two healthy and equal love relationships. After a peaceful breakup, everyone can still live in harmony as friends. All in all, he is very comfortable. Chun Leshui is very satisfied with his current situation. .

If I have to say that I have any troubles, it is probably this little guy who loves to follow his butt since he was 13 years old.

No matter how beastly he is, he can't attack underage children, right?

He chased away the reluctant Bruce and returned to the classroom with the book.

He just sat down in the back row, shrank in the front row and turned his head like the boy playing the game, and took the flowers he stuck in the book.

The boy has slightly curly red hair and a row of light-colored freckles on the bridge of his nose: "It's too shabby to want to ask you out just because of these two flowers."

"Oh?" Chun Leshui raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Are you free next week?"

Chun Leshui looked at him dragging her chin: "Why, you want to ask me out?"

"Of course." The boy put the phone in front of Chun Leshui, he was very confident, "It's your Huaguo dance performance, you must like it."

Coincidentally, Chun Leshui's current mother is a ballet teacher, and the original owner of this body had learned classical dance for several years before immigrating here. related hobbies.

Chun Leshui went to his dance classroom when he was free, and saw him dancing. Those blond little ones liked it very much, especially during the time when his mother gave birth to a child and was at home on maternity leave the year before last, Chun Leshui almost put him The ballet school turned into a classical dance school.

After his mother scolded him, she actually discussed with her stepfather to set up a classical dance classroom for him next to him. Originally, she thought it was just for fun and not a serious teaching fee, but Chun Leshui did not expect He has to look good, and there are really a dozen children who have become his students.

Lucas' younger sister is Chun Leshui's student.

"Although I don't mind dating you, I don't like to hear you say that about Bruce." Chun Leshui took the flowers from Lucas's hand and put them on the table, "It's not a gentleman to belittle children behind their backs .”

"Yes, yes." Lucas murmured, "As long as you think 15 years old is still a child, when I was 15 years old, I didn't even have my first night."

Chun Leshui glanced at him, and receiving his gaze, Lucas shut up and shrugged: "Okay, you say yes. Then tomorrow afternoon, it's a deal."

"Let me see what drama it is first," Chun Leshui picked up his mobile phone, "in case I don't like it..."

After seeing the repertoire introduction on the screen, his voice slowly lowered and broke in mid-air.

The dance drama Lucas invited him to watch was actually "Mountain Ghost".

In this era of global informationization, Chun Leshui can easily search for information about "Mountain Ghost". The next day turned into a month later, and the new leading role was played by Chu Lin. His performance also received unanimous praise from inside and outside the industry.

In three years, "Mountain Ghost" has won many domestic awards and has performed more than 200 performances. It officially entered the world stage at the beginning of this year, allowing audiences all over the world to learn about Huaguo classical dance and related history.

But Chun Leshui didn't pay attention to the news on the other side of the earth anytime and anywhere, as he told everyone in his will, he passed away after death, and now he also has a new life, and he will not indulge too much in the past.

So he only knew that "Mountain Ghost" started a world tour, but he didn't know which cities they were in.

The city where Chun Leshui lives is a seaside island. The pace of life here is very slow. Everyone works from sunrise to sunset. There is not much entertainment, including large-scale theaters. To watch performances, you need to take a train to the capital next door.

Lucas is still waiting for his reply: "How is it, do you like it?"

"I really like it." Chun Leshui said unfeelingly under Lucas's increasingly expectant eyes, "But I suddenly remembered that I have something to do next week."

He felt that no matter if it was Chu Lin or whoever it was, it would be better for him to try not to touch them now, just like two parallel lines, never intersecting.

It was already getting dark when we left school. Even if the day lengthened, it only extended the dark time from two o'clock in the noon to four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

As he drove home, he could see the lights on inside the house across the yard.

"Hey Chun, Bruce said you rejected him again."

The neighbor's aunt also just came home from get off work, and when she saw him, she laughed at her son.

"Good evening, Shirley." The neighbor aunt probably went to the supermarket after get off work, and the kraft paper bag in her arms was full of fruits and vegetables. Chun Leshui gave her the flowers that Bruce gave her, "Would you like to help Shall I take this bouquet?"

Shirley raised her eyebrows, smiled and exchanged flowers with him with what she had.

Chun Leshui helped her bring things into the house, and inserted the flowers she put on the table into a vase: "You know, Bruce is too young."

Shirley looked at the bouquet of flowers and said sadly: "My poor Bruce, he must be very sad when he comes back."

Chun Leshui came out of her house and opened the door of her own house.

As soon as he changed his shoes, a little boy with black hair and black pupils crawled out of the house, stood on the ground, stretched out his hands and wobbled over, and slapped them on Chun Leshui's calf, and hugged his leg call brother.

This is Chun Leshui's half-sister. She is obviously of mixed race, but she looks more like an Asian no matter her hair color or facial features.

Cautiously following behind Alice, holding her collar in its mouth, and slowly moving forward with her steps, was a merle-coloured border collie.

Chun Leshui bent down to pick up Xiaotuanzi, patted Bian Mu's head, and walked into the house.

Alice lay on his shoulders, nibbling the clothes on his shoulders to drool, and kept sticking out from his arms, trying to play with the border shepherd behind.

Following the movement, Chun Leshui went upstairs, leaned against the door frame of the master bedroom with the child in her arms, and looked at the two parents who came in and out of the house to pack things in the suitcase: "Are you two going on vacation again? "

"Xiao Chun, you're back?" Stepfather Matthew happened to walk to the door, and took advantage of the opportunity to stick to him twice.

Matthew teased his little daughter twice, and said to Chun Leshui: "Our company has a new cooperation with a company in Huaguo, and I'm going on a business trip here."

"How long?"

"It's as short as two or three months, and as long as half a year."

"Baby, I can't bear you." Chunruan, who was sitting on the bed folding clothes, spread out her hands, and Matthew went over and put his arms around her waist and kissed her on the face, which was very loud.

The two seem to be in the honeymoon period at any time, and Chun Leshui is no stranger to this.

But before he could roll his eyes, he saw Matthew turned his head and said to himself: "So your mother and I have decided that our family will go to Huaguo together. Because if the work goes well, I may stay there for a long time , if you don't stay, you can also have fun in Huaguo during this time, but I think I will probably stay, after all, the Song family now..."

"Matthew..." Chun Leshui interrupted him, "... Which company does your company cooperate with?"

"Mr. Song."

"So you are on a business trip to Shanghai?"

Matthew nodded, and Chun Leshui took out his gnawed fingers from Alice's mouth, wiped them on the small bib on her chest, and said, "You guys go, I won't go."

Just kidding, he didn't even go to see Chu Lin's performance, how could he move back to Shencheng with Matthew.

"How can we do that? How could we leave you at home alone?!" Chunruan called out the names of the family, including Bian Mu who was lying on the ground.

Chun Leshui: "..."

He turned around and left: "I won't go."

But he walked for a long time and stayed on the same spot. Bian Mu bit his trouser leg, and his stepfather, who was over 1.9 meters tall and muscular, hooked his collar. Standing in front of him seriously: "You have to go."

Chun Leshui: "..."

"I'm not Alice, I can take care of myself..." In the crowded airport, Chun Leshui was still dying.

"No, you almost got gas poisoned when you were left alone at home, did you forget? Mom can't leave you at home alone, and what if we and Matthew want to settle in the country, you are alone on the other side of the earth, and we So far away? I don't want to."

"Mom, I'm 19 years old!"

"But you will always be a child in my heart, and I can't let you leave me."

"How can you be clingier than Alice at your age!"

Chun Leshui looked desperately at the high wall in front of him. If he turned left, Matthew would go left; if he turned right, Matthew would go right.

"I don't think it's necessary to guard me like this..." Chun Leshui said silently, "What do you think, Matthew?"

Matthew lifted his chin to the side and asked Chun Leshui to ask his mother.

Chun Ruan had just soaked milk for Alice, without raising his head: "If you mean sending us to the car and then running home to lock the door, and already at the airport, you want to escape while we are not paying attention."

She stuffed the bottle into Alice's hand, looked up at Chunle Water, "I think it's necessary, what do you think baby?"

Chun Leshui: "..."

Then Matthew dragged him out of the house with the spare key under Chunruan's signal, and forced him into the car.

Before he got into a taxi at the airport, he was dragged into the terminal by Matthew by his collar.

More importantly: "We are about to turn the plane now, where do you think I can go?"

"Then what if you buy a ticket to go back?"

"elder brother."

Alice sat in his arms, stretched out her little paws to touch his face, and rubbed against his arms like a kitten.She is only a little over one year old now, and although she can speak, she can't speak clearly, jumping word by word: "Together, yes, brother together."

Chun Leshui grabbed her hands from her face, let her hug the bottle with both hands, and said softly: "Okay, brother together."

Chun Leshui gave up struggling, and tugged on Chunruan's sleeve to act coquettishly: "I really don't want to run away, give me some freedom, let Matthew let me go." He looked eagerly at Chunruan, "Please."

"Please." Alice imitated him.

Like copying and pasting one big and one small, Chunruan couldn't bear the shock, and while lamenting her two babies, she hugged them both into her arms full of maternal love.

Matthew, who had been the goalkeeper for a long time, was finally able to sit down. Chunruan passed water and pinched his legs.

They were waiting for their connecting flight, and Chun Leshui was wandering around the terminal with Alice in his arms.

"Brother..." Alice stared not far away with big ignorant eyes, pointed in that direction, and her whole body was about to poke out of Chun Leshui's arms.

Chun Leshui looked over, only to see a group of girls sitting together, some of them were carrying cameras and SLRs, some were holding card fan banners, colorful Q version dolls with lovely faces painted on the colorful fans.

Alice's head swayed left and right following the swaying fan, amused by Chun Leshui, and he approached Alice, who was fascinated by the colorful world.

When he got closer, he realized that they were a group of star-chasing girls, and Lin Xi's name was printed on the fans and banners.

Chun Leshui was a little surprised, he didn't know if the Lin Xi they were chasing was the Lin Xi he knew, if so, the world was too small...

He turned to leave, but the resistance made him stop.

Chun Leshui first looked down at Alice in his arms, and Alice babbled and called brother, then he looked along Alice's long arms, and the girl who passed by him was a girl He stared in astonishment at the support fan tightly held by Alice in his hand.

"I'm sorry." Chun Leshui broke Alice's restless little paws.

The girl stared at his face in a daze for a few seconds before realizing that it was all right.

Alice was caught by Chun Leshui with this hand, and she used the other hand to grab it, but she was stopped by Chun Leshui, her arms were too short, so she could only repeatedly grab the air in the air.

The girl smiled and handed the support fan forward, Alice immediately grabbed it, hugged it and sent it to her mouth.

"Alice!" Chun Leshui reprimanded softly, took away the fan and gave it back to the girl, with her hands free, Alice deflated her mouth and began to cry immediately.

"It's okay, it's okay," the girl stuffed the fan into Alice's hand, "If she likes it, give it to her."

"How about I buy it from you?"

"It's okay, I still have a lot." The girl insisted on not wanting money from him, pinched Alice's face twice, and went to join her army of sisters.

Chun Leshui put Alice on the seat alone. The latter had a great time playing with the fan. He tried to put the fan in his mouth several times but was stopped by Chun Leshui. He stared at Alice for a long time. Holding the fan and raising it to mid-air, Alice followed his movements and looked up her head. She was about to fall backwards, but Chunle Shui quickly caught her.

When the little girl sat back, Chun Leshui protected her with one hand, felt the fan swing left and right with the other hand, and in which direction the fan went, Alice stretched out her hand to chase in that direction.

Like a kitten, Chun Leshui couldn't help rubbing her face with both hands: "Why are you so cute, baby."

Alice let him fuck, her eyes slowly moved from his face to the side.

Chun Leshui noticed someone stopped beside him, and he turned his head with a smile, just in time to hear a familiar male voice: "Leshui...?"

Before he could take back the smile on his face, his eyes met the owner of the voice.

The other party has a pure face that is as harmless as a little white rabbit to humans and animals, and has a slender figure, with warm-toned white skin that is powdery from the inside out, like a plump and juicy peach just picked from a tree. .

Those clear eyes looked at Chun Leshui with a bit of surprise and surprise.

Compared with more than three years ago, Lin Xi seems to have changed, but also seems to have not changed, his face is still the same, and the little white rabbit is still the same little white rabbit, but maybe because of the stars, he looks more confident and dazzling.

Chun Leshui knew that Lin Xi had joined the entertainment circle, and vaguely guessed that those fans were waiting for Lin Xi, but he never thought that they would meet here.

After all, judging by the posture of those fans, one can tell that he must be quite popular now. No matter what happens at the airport, you have to bring three or five bodyguards or wait in the VIP, right?

There were thousands of times in his heart, but there was no disturbance on his face, and he was even a little surprised: "Do we know each other?"

The moment Chun Leshui turned his face back completely, Lin Xi was a little lost. The person in front of him was so similar to Chun Leshui. From body shape to voice to facial features, it could be said that they were almost exactly the same, but not exactly the same.

He looked obviously younger than himself, his face was a little immature, and the lines of his face were not as delicate as Chun Leshui's, but instead had a bit of sharpness that hadn't fully grown.

It is also a beautiful rose, but the beauty of Chunle Shui is more like a delicate but fragile flower, while the person in front of her is closer to the prickly thorn below.

And Lin Xi knew that Chun Leshui was no longer there, and Chun Leshui had passed away for a whole year when he got the news.

He didn't know what happened during the six months he left, but he later met Song Hanzhang at a reception.

Lin Xi originally wanted to say hello and thank Song Hanzhang for fulfilling his promise at the beginning, but he just took a light look at him when he came up with a glass of wine, and the assistant came out instead of him and rejected Lin Xi.He seemed to be a completely different person, taciturn and repulsive, cold like an emotionless robot.

He didn't know if Song Hanzhang's change had anything to do with Chun Leshui's death, but this year when Lin Xi went to visit him on Chunleshui's death day, he met Song Hanzhang again in the cemetery.

He was standing in front of Chun Leshui's tombstone. Compared with Lin Xi who went there with flowers, Song Hanzhang had nothing in his hands, so he stood upright without speaking or moving, like a statue standing in front of the tombstone stone statue.

I don't know what's going on, seeing Song Hanzhang like this, Lin Xi didn't dare to step forward to disturb him, as if if he just tapped him lightly, his sculpture would be shattered into pieces.

Until he turned and left, Song Hanzhang was still the same back as he saw when he went.

If he hadn't been too impressed with this incident, when he saw the person in front of him, he almost thought that Chun Leshui was not dead.

Not even twins can be so similar.

"Brother, fan." The two had their own thoughts, but Alice only had her own fan in her head.

Chun Leshui handed her the fan.

He stood up holding Alice, and Lin Xi took a step back to get out of the way, watching him show a polite smile to herself, and was about to leave.

Lin Xi clearly knew that he was not Chun Leshui, but he still couldn't control his steps to catch up. He clamped Chun Leshui's wrist.

Chun Leshui looked at him blankly: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Lin Xi opened her mouth: "My name is Lin Xi, what's your name?"

"I..." At that moment, [-] hypotheses flashed through his mind, all of which were rejected by him one by one. Just as he was about to tell the other party his English name, the phone in his pocket rang.

"I'm sorry." Chun Leshui apologized, holding Alice in one hand to answer the phone, Chun Ruan asked him on the other side of the phone, "Chun, you won't take your sister and run away?"

"Mom, am I that unreliable in your heart?"

Chun Leshui was speechless for a while, nodded to Lin Xi, and turned around with Alice: "Please apologize to me when you see me..."

As he walked further and further away, the little girl the size of a dumpling was lying on his shoulder facing Lin Xi, holding his support fan in her hand and waving it at him. Lin Xi stood there for a long time without moving.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world, not to mention that she looks exactly the same as Chun Leshui, and even has a "chun" in her name?

Layers of gorgeous lights and shadows are wrapped in the night, revealing the ambiguity and restlessness of luxury and luxury. Under the psychedelic lights and deafening music, the figures of men and women sway, and even the air is stained with debauchery.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the box on the second floor, you can clearly see all the graceful figures on the dance floor on the first floor.

Song Hanzhang stood at the door of the box, staring coldly at Jian Wen who had dragged him all the way, and kept his hand away, turning around and leaving without saying a word.

"Hey." Jian Wen stopped him, "You really don't like to talk anymore now, I'm really afraid that you might have something wrong, don't leave, don't leave, I have prepared a surprise for you."

"Not interested." Song Hanzhang said concisely.

Jian Wen didn't let go, and dragged Song Hanzhang into the box.

There is a person sitting on the sofa, the upper body of the other person is almost completely hidden in the dim light, the face cannot be seen clearly, only a slender neck can be seen, the cold white complexion is still as smooth as jade in the dark .

The opponent's figure was as tall and straight as a bamboo, with a tenacity in his thinness. The wrists placed beside his legs were very thin, and his slender fingers kept rising and falling like playing a piano, tapping lightly on the black leather sofa.

Song Hanzhang was dazed for a moment, and was dragged by Jian Wen.

As soon as he got closer, he could see the other person's face clearly even in the dim light and shadow. The young man's face was exquisite, as gorgeous as a rose in full bloom, and there was a small black mole under his beautiful obsidian eyes that seemed to be dotted with a pen.

When he raised his eyes and closed his eyes, there was a seductive sense of hesitation.

Song Hanzhang stared at that face for a moment, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

"Look like?"

Jian Wen unbuttoned his suit and sat down, leaning on the back of the sofa in a relaxed posture, raised his chin to let the person opposite him serve Song Hanzhang, and leaned over to fill the wine glass in front of him.

He pinched the rim of the glass and shook it, and the ice cubes inside made a soft sound.

Jian Wen crossed her legs, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and put the wine in the glass to her lips: "I was shocked the first time I saw him, I've never seen him like this in my life people."

Song Hanzhang didn't respond to his words. From the moment he saw the man's appearance clearly, his eyes kept falling on his face.

The other party stood up from the sofa and sat next to him, getting closer. After a closer look, Song Hanzhang found that he and Chun Leshui were not as similar as Jian Wen said.

But he was still a little reluctant to look away.

The young man handed the wine glass to Song Hanzhang's eyes. He looked down, but didn't reach out to take it.

It is impossible for Chun Leshui to do such a thing.

If it is Chunle water, let him pour the wine for himself. According to his temperament, he can pour the wine directly on Song Hanzhang's head.

Jian Wen said: "Since Chun Leshui's death, you have lost your soul. You know work, work, work all day long. If you really can't forget him, you might as well find a substitute—"

"Jianwen, don't go too far." Song Hanzhang's eyes were cold and heavy, like a piece of ice that sinks into the bottom of a dark lake and will never melt, with sharp spikes.

Jian Wen was stared at by his gaze.

He put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and the bottom of the glass hit the table with a crisp sound.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can still see the hot scene outside the box, but the moment Song Hanzhang made his voice, the box seemed to drop below zero, and even the air was covered with frost.

Jian Wen said to the people next to Song Hanzhang: "You go out first."

The person who somewhat resembled Chun Leshui left the box, and Song Hanzhang's eyes followed his movements to the door.

Song Hanzhang didn't look back until his back was completely blocked by the closed door.

He seems to be watching the door, or looking at the person who just went out, or looking for a little comfort from the other person's figure.

Jian Wen said: "Look, you can see the shadow of Chun Leshui on him, you can't even look away, why don't you try to have a try with him, and entrust your feelings for Chun Leshui to living He will give you everything you want, kisses, hugs, smiles, warm body temperature, are these what you can feel when you look at the tombstone of Chun Leshui? You need a new life, Hanzhang, you Someone needs to take you out of the past."

"unnecessary."

Jian Wen stuffed the wine glass into his hand: "You need it."

He sighed: "I know you can't forget him, and I didn't forget him all at once, otherwise why would I find you someone who looks exactly like Chun Leshui? I'm also worried about you, Uncle Xu, Aunt Xu, we are all worried about you."

Song Hanzhang pushed the wine glass onto the table, and he stood up: "If you just want to tell me this today, then I already know."

Jian Wen grabbed him: "Hanzhang...Chun Leshui is dead, are you planning to immerse yourself in the past forever like this? Take the office as your home every day, and rely on work to numb yourself; if no one is staring at you to take medicine, you You can stay up for several days and nights; Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu still care about you and take care of you, but do you think about them? Do you want them to worry about you after sending off Grandpa and Chun Leshui one after another?"

Song Hanzhang was silent, and it took a long time before he said: "Let go."

"Hanzhang..."

"Jianwen." Song Hanzhang said coldly, "If you are free, you should take care of your relationship with Jiandao. My affairs have nothing to do with you."

"What do you mean has nothing to do with me, Song Hanzhang, if you weren't Song Hanzhang, I would fucking worry about it for you?!" Jian Wen was irritated by his words, "I'm fucking caring about you, and you poke my scar instead?!"

"Caring about me means reminding me that Chun Leshui is dead, right?" Song Hanzhang glanced at him coldly, his tone still calm, "I know this kind of thing better than anyone else, and I don't need you to remind me."

"Do you also know that Chun Leshui is dead?!" Jian Wen reached out to untie the strap on his wrist, Song Hanzhang held him down to prevent him from moving, even Song Hanzhang was aroused by Jian Wen.

Until there was a loud bang, five-figure worth of red wine exploded on the ground, Jian Wen pinched Song Hanzhang's wristwatch with one hand, and grabbed his wrist with the other, and brought the wound on his wrist to Song Hanzhang's eyes, angrily said: " Do you know what it means to be dead?! If you die, you will never come back! But you, Song Hanzhang, are still alive, but are you still alive?!"

Jian Wen's eyes were red, obviously his emotions had reached a critical point. Relying on his years of experience in Muay Thai fighting, he pressed Song Hanzhang against the wall so that he could not move.

The hair of both of them was a little messy during the scuffle. Jian Wen looked at Song Hanzhang's healed but extremely long scar on his wrist, raised his eyes and looked at him: "I think you have died with Chun Leshui long ago, right?"

"Jian Wen." Song Hanzhang looked at the scar on his wrist coldly, without any fluctuation in his eyes, and didn't have much reaction to Jian Wen's words.

As Jian Wen said, he is alive but maybe he died with Chun Leshui a long time ago, the current Song Hanzhang is just a shell.

He pushed Jianwen away, grabbed back the wristwatch and buckled it as if nothing had happened, he opened the door, and the quiet box suddenly became noisy. Amidst the deafening music, Jianwen heard his voice without a trace of emotion: "What do you want?" It’s good to know where the boundaries of friends are.”

He strode away, and the heavy box door closed silently, leaving Jian Wen alone in the box.

His chest heaved violently, he took a few steps back to the coffee table and sat down, poured himself a glass of wine to cool down.

After drinking, he threw the wine glass on the ground violently, and said angrily: "Do you think I want to control you!"

Song Hanzhang came out of the bar, and the driver was waiting on the side of the road. After he got into the car, he didn't say anything, and the driver didn't ask, and sent him directly downstairs to the company.

It was already late at night, and the Song's building was pitch black.

The billboard lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on the office, illuminating the neat rows of workstations by the window, and the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was very clear in the empty office.

Song Hanzhang's suit jacket was draped over his arms. He pulled off his tie with one hand and pushed open the closed door of the office.

Throwing the clothes on the sofa casually, he entered the inner room.

Song Hanzhang calmly took off the watch that Jian Wen snatched just now and threw it on the bed. The wound on his wrist was thin and long, with a ring of light-colored hyperplasia, slightly raised, which looked shocking.

But he didn't even look at the wound, he took out a bathrobe from the closet and went into the bathroom.

After taking a brief shower, Song Hanzhang took out a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, sat down on the sofa with the wine in his hand, and started working.

In the past three years, Song Hanzhang has almost moved into the company. He has worked day and night and led the Song family to build on the foundation laid by Song Shiqing. Nothing more to say.

But Song Hanzhang is not satisfied with this. As his power grows, he can do less and less. He only needs to manage his team well and hand over the landing tasks to them.So he started to attack the group's teeth, and mercilessly cut off many half-dead projects and subsidiaries of the group that had been burning money and seeing no benefits. Because of his arbitrariness, many directors were dissatisfied, because