secret movie

The pure white classic luxury car is driving on the bright road, passing shops and street trees, intersecting with the busy traffic, and gradually separating, driving to the border of the city, the scenery flashes through the rear view mirror like fog.

The car window was rolled down halfway, Duan Shu sat on the passenger seat, felt the hair on his cheeks rising, and the fresh smell of trees wafted in the air, he looked sideways, and saw Li Jianian who was concentrating on driving beside him, Chunfeng Passed a light fougere fragrance.

He was already used to the fascinating sense of reality in this world, and he almost regarded it as reality, and no longer parted his mind and sighed.

But after meeting Qi Yan, Duan Shu began to involuntarily imagine those researchers who created this world, imagining that they asked Qi Yan for the desserts they made by themselves, but the person bought them from the cake shop downstairs as if nothing had happened The perfunctory picture of the merchandise.

They're smart enough to create another world, but they can't see through the little lies woven by their serious colleagues.

Thoughts wandered endlessly, Duan Shu experienced a rare sense of relaxation, as if his whole body was melted in the breeze of the journey.

He really likes the new products put on the shelves in the coffee shop today. Although it is said to be on the shelves, only he can taste it.

The sweetness of strawberries still seems to linger between the lips and teeth.

"What are you thinking about?"

Li Jianian noticed his emotional changes sensitively and asked curiously.

Duan Shu came back to his senses, was startled, and then said: "Your perfume smells very good."

He was going to answer honestly "I think of a friend", but for some reason, the words that came to his mouth took a temporary turn.

He started telling lies one after another.

The frankness that has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow over the years has made Duan Shu a little uncomfortable with himself. He can tell false script lines to the characters in the play, but he never lies to the people he knows in life.

But thinking of the words Qi Yan said before parting, the feeling of guilt that was about to rise immediately dissipated.

—I like to hear people tell lies.

Those innocuous lies, secrets kept only by myself.

Hearing this, Li Jianian laughed: "I was planning to replace it, but since you like it, it's saved."

On the first day Duan Shu came here, he smelled the fragrance of this scent in the room of "Duan Shu".

"But it doesn't taste like you would like it." Duan Shu said.

This fragrance is warm and calm, simple and clear, not complicated or mysterious enough.

"I only use it when I'm out on a trip." Li Jianian saw through his thoughts, held the steering wheel and said, "Create yourself the illusion that the next journey will be very pleasant."

Just like chocolate does.

The painter who seems to have no worries in the hotel, the steaming hot spring, the clean moonlight, the faint fragrance, the suitor who follows all the way.

No wonder Lu Zhi put this kind of aromatherapy in "Duan Shu"'s room.

And he doesn't want a perfume that will fade slowly, but a fragrance that can fill the entire room for a long time.

"Speaking of..." Li Jianian seemed to think of something, "You seemed to be wearing this perfume on the day of the dinner, didn't you?"

Duan Shu shook his head: "It's not the perfume, it's the smell in the room, and there won't be any more in the future."

He doesn't know how far Li Jianian can understand "substitutes", whether he can see the "Duan Shu" who was submissive in the past from himself, and whether he can find that he treats that relationship completely differently now.

But Duan Shu felt for no reason that he would understand.

Li Jianian thought for a while, but still focused on the road ahead.

"Have you told Lawyer Lu where we are going today?"

His tone was very casual.

Duan Shu's answer was the same as Li Jianian's that day: "Guess."

Li Jianian didn't guess either, he already understood the answer.

The twin painter showed a pleasant smile: "I am looking forward to this trip more and more."

Maserati nimbly drove into the highway, and the light gray guardrail retreated quickly, indicating that the cloud mountain on the road sign was getting closer.

Dusk has come, and the pink-purple glow penetrates the window frame and fills the retro wooden counter.

This is a large garden-style hotel with a simple and simple style. It is located among the mountains, surrounded by lush green forests and bamboos, and the sky and clouds are floating, just like a paradise.

Spring was sleepy, the snow-white cat on the window sill curled up into a ball, and the young girl guarding the front desk also quietly took a nap, until the familiar sound of a shuttle bus came from a distance.

There are guests.

The girl quickly sat up straight, helped the dark nameplate on her chest, and was ready to smile politely and kindly. The cat next to her was awakened by the sound and let out a soft meow.

The lazy cat showed its soft belly. Under the pure white luster, the girl smiled more sincerely. Then, when she saw the guests being ushered in by the doorman, her smile became even more joyful.

"Mr. Li, you are here!"

Li Jianian would come to this hotel to stay for a while from time to time. Many employees are familiar with him. He is rich, good-looking, and he is a celebrity, so the employees like him very much, especially the girls. For some reason, I will pay special attention to him.

Li Jianian also greeted her familiarly: "Good evening, An An, is Sister Li here today?"

In the next second, before An An could answer, her expression immediately filled with disbelief.

Another guest who walked in behind Li Jianian looked very similar to him, like a twin brother, but with a very different style, looking cooler.

Seeing her expression, Li Jianian raised the corners of his mouth as if satisfied, and didn't take the initiative to explain, but chatted with her stunned about the fat cat.

"Dahei is fat again, did you secretly feed it?"

"Ah? Yes... no!"

The white cat, known as Big Black, rolled over annoyed and pointed its fluffy butt at them.

The man next to Li Jianian laughed, as if he had endless tolerance.

An An was dazzled by the double scenery, checked them in in a hurry, and locked the room where Li Jianian lived most often, but when she was about to watch them leave, she still couldn't help her inner curiosity.

"Mr. Li..." She stopped Li Jianian, and was a little embarrassed to continue, her eyes wandering between the two helplessly, showing a little pleading.

Li Jianian is like a child who has successfully played a prank, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and finally announced the answer with conscience.

"This is my brother, his name is Duan Shu."

He spoke very naturally, but the brother beside him looked at him in surprise.

Of course An An knew the guest's name, as it was written on her ID card. She also knew that Li Jianian had a half-brother, Li Zhe. The inheritance dispute between the two had occupied the pages of gossip news for a long time, but Li Jianian had never He called Li Zhe his elder brother, and always called him by his first name.

It turned out that Mr. Li had another brother with a different surname.

An An marveled secretly in her heart, with a sudden realization expression on her face.

Li Jianian was still teasing her: "It doesn't look like it?"

"Like!" An An repeatedly said, "You and Mr. Duan are the most similar two brothers I have ever seen."

Li Jianian was very satisfied with this answer: "Well, and he looks more like an older brother."

As he spoke, he looked back at his brother, as if confirming this sentence: "Isn't it?"

Mr. Li's brother smiled again: "Yes."

His eyes are soft and have a wonderful penetrating power, as if seeing something else through the person in front of him. Even though An An is just a bystander, he seems to be surrounded by this kind of tenderness filled with melancholy.

So she gradually calmed down, no longer disturbing the particularly eye-catching guests, and watched them go away talking in a low voice.

Dahei on the window sill is carefree, lazily enjoying the last lingering afterglow of the setting sun.

"Dahei, why didn't Mr. Li's elder brother get involved in the inheritance war?"

An An rested her chin and talked to the cat boredly.

"He looks so similar to Mr. Li, he must be twins, how come he hasn't shown up all this time, could it be that he was separated before and only met recently?"

The cat can't understand human stories, it scratches the window sill with its paws, and looks at the dark and distant mountains with emerald green eyes.

When night fell completely, An An and Mao Mao, who had just had dinner, welcomed another familiar guest.

It was rare that there was no Lu Zhi in a suit.

An An was a little more cautious when facing him, straightened his back, and greeted him with a standard warm smile: "Good evening, Mr. Lu."

But she was not surprised, but took it for granted.

After Mr. Li arrives at the hotel, Mr. Lu will also arrive shortly. They live in different rooms, each doing their own thing, seemingly unrelated.

However, over time, the employees still discovered the unusual relationship between the two. It seemed that Mr. Lu was unilaterally pursuing Mr. Li, and it lasted for at least two years.

Because they both have outstanding appearances and glamorous careers, and because they are the same gender, this relationship is even more special, and Lu Zhi's unswerving pursuit is always talked about by everyone, and some colleagues have said that if one day If Mr. Lu doesn't come, even they will feel a broken love.

Lu Zhi nodded slightly towards her, and said in a low voice, "Good evening."

An An skillfully helped him go through the formalities, and chose the room in the building opposite Li Jianian: "Mr. Lu, is the room still the same? It just happens to be vacant today, please sign your name."

Lu Zhi was startled, took the pen from her, seemed to be asking her, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Is he here?"

An An naturally thought he was asking herself.

"Here we come. Mr. Li arrived in the evening. We have already had dinner. We met in the restaurant just now."

Mentioning the brothers, An An was a little excited: "Mr. Li and his elder brother really look alike, and I was shocked when they came in!"

A chandelier with a unique shape hangs above the wooden counter, and the light is blurred, hiding the lower half of Lu Zhi's face in the shadow, together with the very faint bruise.

He held the pen tightly in his hand, the tip of the pen pressed against the paper, his bony fingers were slightly white, and his tone was inexplicable.

"is it?"

An An didn't notice it, and nodded: "Yes, the guests in the restaurant are all staring at Mr. Li and the others. Twins are common, and it's so rare to look the same."

"Mr. Li would go to the outdoor hot spring first, I don't know if it's because he felt disturbed, but this time he can't go, he wants to go back to the room with his brother to have a private hot spring—"

Her words came to an abrupt end in that sharp scratch on the paper.

Lu Zhi let go of the pen, and it landed crisply on the table, with complex emotions in his voice: "Sorry, please retype one."

The elegant cat straightened up vigilantly. An An didn't know what happened, so she had to say, "Okay, Mr. Lu."

She didn't dare to speak any more, quickly completed the formalities, and handed back the room card to Lu Zhi.

"Have they... already returned to the room?"

This was the last question Mr. Lu asked her.

An An considered her words carefully, and said cautiously: "It seems so, I'm not sure, maybe I went out again."

Mr. Lu didn't respond any more, and left alone, his leather shoes knocking heavily on the wooden floor.

But An An was not able to relax.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the phone at the front desk ring suddenly.

The hotel tonight is destined not to be peaceful.

The cat was so frightened that it blew up. An An quickly hugged it into her arms and stroked it, before picking up the phone.

"Hello, this is Yunshan Hot Spring—"

"Hello, An'an? Go and check to see if there are any vacant luxury suites."

Sister Li, who was on vacation, spoke quickly and urgently: "A guest called the boss directly on the way here, saying that he will be here soon. Hurry up and confirm, I want the best room..."

Surrounded by mountains, forests, and seas of bamboo, there are several rows of three-story buildings with unique appearances scattered in the hotel. Each building has three suites, each with an independent entrance, forming its own space. The first floor is a courtyard private soup , the second floor is a spacious bedroom, and the third floor is a landscape terrace.

Two guests with very similar appearances were sitting on the balcony in the center of a small building. In the darkness of the long night, the differences in temperament and hair color seemed to disappear, like a pair of reflections inside and outside a mirror.

After a sumptuous dinner, soaking in the hot springs seems too easy to fall into sleepiness, so they decided to come to the terrace first to see the beautiful scenery of the mountains.

Stars are twinkling in the sky, and the silver light is sprinkled on the edge of the glass wine glass on the wooden table on the terrace, making the wine look like a flowing river, and also rendering the eyes of people around you radiant.

Looking out from here, the outside is the shadow of trees swaying in the dark and the mountain wind, and the inside is another building. The central suite is still dark and no one is staying. The suites on both sides have been lit, and the figures are shaking.

Li Jianian turned his back to the black mist-like mountains, and looked intently at the small building opposite.

"This is my favorite location. It's very close to the mountains and people." There was joy in his voice, "Just turn around and you'll see a different world."

Remembering what he had said, Duan Shu also looked at the darkened room on the opposite floor, probably knowing who was coming there.

"Every time you come here, do you have the inspiration to draw?"

Under the eaves on the side, a wooden easel has been set up, but the canvas is still blank at this time.

"Most of the time." Li Jianian moved his gaze to the left, "Do you know what type of guests are most common in this hotel?"

Duan Shu asked uncertainly, "Tourist?"

"People who look like a couple." Li Jianian's tone was subtle, "Mountains, villas, private hot springs... This is their favorite combination of elements."

"Why does it look like that?"

"Because love is a very strange thing." His answer was specious, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at the other side, "Look, love is waving to us."

There was a faint ringtone of the mobile phone.

Duan Shu followed his line of sight, and the light-colored curtains were drawn on the second floor of the suite on the left side of the opposite building, revealing the shadow of a man alone in the bedroom. The voice came from there, so the man raised his hand like It's answering the phone.

Before he could ask questions in doubt, he heard the voice of the person beside him full of interest: "Look to the right again."

On the terrace on the third floor of the suite on the right, there was a woman whose face could not be seen clearly. She did not turn on the lights on the terrace.

After a moment of astonishment, Duan Shu suddenly asked, "Is it her calling?"

The people around him smiled and took a sip of the clarified wine: "I hope so."

In the small building ahead, two seemingly related shadow puppet plays were staged, and Li Jianian even conceived lines for them.

"If they were really on the phone, what would they say?"

Duan Shu recalled the usual plots in movie stories: "Ask the other party where he is now?"

"I'm on a business trip." Li Jianian answered quickly, and he started to analyze, "It's hard to justify staying overnight at a company for working overtime, and gathering at a friend's house seems too deserted, and it's easy to pass through, so it's a business trip. Men usually only have these three excuses."

"I'm having dinner with a client, so I can't walk away for too long. What's the matter? - The boss called me, so hang up first."

Li Jianian vividly imitated that slightly impatient tone, just when his voice fell, the man did put down his raised hand, and he walked in, as if turning on the TV.

And the woman sitting alone on the other side also slowly put away her phone.

In this wonderful coincidence, Li Jianian and Duan Shu were quiet for a while, and saw an orange light spot in the woman's hand. She lit a cigarette, and the gray mist drifted in the mountain wind.

They looked at each other, and they both saw some kind of sigh in each other's eyes.

"She's even more sad than before." Li Jianian said with a touch of sarcasm, "Even after chasing all the way here, she may have seen the man walk into the next room with her own eyes, but before she made the phone call, there was still a lingering feeling in her heart." I don't know the so-called fantasy."

"So, love is a very strange thing."

Ten minutes later, the figure of the man disappeared from the bedroom on the left, and the lights in the small courtyard on the first floor turned on, as if someone was coming.Then, two cuddling figures appeared in the bedroom.

Men and women who look like lovers in the bedroom on the left, a woman smoking on the balcony on the right, and the suite in the middle is still dark, like a distant abyss, silently staring at them.

"She couldn't see the room on the left from her position, maybe she didn't want to see it with her own eyes, so she must have found someone else to watch it for herself—probably next door to us, someone was secretly raising the camera."

"What a wonderful composition." In the temperature of alcohol, Li Jianian sighed, "You can't see the whole picture in any room. We are spectators and people in the painting."

Duan Shu looked at the blank drawing board again, and under the influence of the narration of the people around him, he seemed to have that elusive desire to express in his heart.

"If it was in a mystery novel, an accident would have happened next." It was rare for him to take the initiative to mention the scattered fragments in his memory, "The hot spring villa for vacation, the beautiful scenery, the unknown relationship between characters..."

Li Jianian's eyes sparkled, and he took his words accurately: "There is still a sudden blizzard that blocks the only road in the mountain, and no one can leave here, but the corpse is already smelling of blood, so it's time The detective among the guests comes on the stage, trying to restore people's intricate relationships and find out the hidden murderer."

"It's a pity that it's spring without snow." Duan Shu felt a trace of real regret.

Li Jianian immediately stood up and walked towards the easel under the eaves which was lit by small lamps.

"Today there is no blizzard, no murderer, and no one died." He lowered his head, looking at the messy paint pots, his side face was softly illuminated by the light, "but there can still be detectives."

Duan Shu responded softly.

Of course there are detectives.

He looked at himself who seemed to be shining, and the glass full of clear wine seemed to be poured into his heart, a little spicy, and the blush that followed.

After Li Jianian was overwhelmed by inspiration and began to paint with concentration, Duan Shu quietly left the terrace, leaving the entire space to him.

The moment he turned around, the always dark suite in the middle was finally lit up, and a man's figure was vaguely reflected.

Duan Shu didn't notice it, he just remembered what Li Jianian had said repeatedly, imagining completely different stories in each room, like a scroll extending infinitely, so he decided to go downstairs to have a look.

The open space between the two rows of small buildings is for guests to take a walk. The blue-gray gazebo and the gurgling stream are dotted with blooming flowers in spring. sound.

There you can see everyone and be seen by everyone.

Sitting in the gazebo, he had only watched the bright moonlight for a few minutes, and before he could find the camera that might be protruding from the next room, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Go back with me."

Familiar voice, familiar command tone, but mixed with a ray of strange things.

Duan Shu turned his head in a daze, and saw that the face he had handpicked revealed an uneasiness that even the person himself hadn't noticed.

A thin meow came from the depths of the garden behind.

An An held a white cat named Dahei in her arms, and walked quickly towards these rows of small buildings.

All the guests who have made an appointment tonight have arrived, and she can finish her day's work and rest after get off work.

But An An's heart was always filled with a little panic. She thought of Mr. Li's brother who came here for the first time, and Mr. Lu who was in an abnormal mood. She always felt that she seemed to have overlooked something.

There was also the last guest wearing a hat. He said that he was a friend of Mr. Duan, and asked which room the other party was in. An An didn't want to say, but because of the way this guest was valued by Sister Li, and his She could indeed tell Mr. Duan's name, so An An had no choice but to tell him: 102, the second room in Building [-].

Most of the people who come in and out of this hotel on weekdays are rich people who are very particular about face, and all of them are men, so nothing will happen to them, An An thought optimistically, but she still hurried here, maybe out of worry, Maybe it was some voyeurism she didn't want to admit to herself.

Buildings No. [-] and No. [-] are all full tonight, and this mountain villa is brightly lit. She saw that every house is lit up, everything is silent, and the fragrance is floating, just like usual.

An'an breathed a sigh of relief, the cat in her arms nestled lazily into a ball, she was about to go to the gazebo in front of her to put down Dahei, sit down and rest, and took out her mobile phone to share with her friends about the beautiful guests she met one after another today , and saw two figures there.

She quickly recognized those two people as Mr. Li and Mr. Lu.

An An's eyes immediately filled with twinkling expectations.

Mr. Lu has been chasing after Mr. Li for a long time, and has always maintained an intimate but very distant state, just like the tandem of room 102 and room 202.

Every time Mr. Li comes here, he makes many new friends. He likes to chat with strangers, and occasionally draws pictures on the terrace. Mr. Lu is completely different. Enjoy the view from the window directly facing room 102.

It was the first time she had seen them both alone, and standing very close together.

Although eavesdropping was immoral—An An condemned herself in her heart—but this was the finale of the series that the entire hotel staff wanted to know, and she really couldn't resist the temptation of being so close.

So she stepped lightly, quietly pricked up her ears, and even started thinking about the gossip headlines that she was going to post in the group of colleagues in her mind.

Then she heard a strange voice.

"Lu Zhi, he doesn't love you anymore." The voice was cold and calm, and she only heard it once this evening, "The old me...don't love you anymore."

This is not Mr. Li.

An An subconsciously covered her mouth to prevent herself from exclaiming.

This is Mr. Li's brother.

She hurriedly turned her head to confirm that there was a figure standing alone under the misty moonlight on the balcony of the central room in Building [-]. That was the real Mr. Li. He was drawing a picture, which she ignored just now.

It took a long time for Mr. Lu to respond.

His tone, which has always been calm and dignified, showed a rare dryness in the long insect chirping.

"why?"

The cat in his arms was silent, and after hearing the owner's sudden violent heartbeat, he raised his head to look at her.

The translucent emerald green met An'an's incredible eyes.

At the same time, a continuous doorbell rang in room 102.

Qi Wenxiao stood at the door, the brim of his hat was pressed down very low, and the phone screen in his palm stayed on the dialing interface, and no one answered.

Since yesterday's failed call to invite Duan Shu, he never dialed the number that he used to be on call again.

After successive setbacks, an indescribable sense of anxiety spread in his heart.

Duan Shu is just a bird in a cage with an empty appearance, and Lu Zhi is just an ordinary person with no background. In Qi Wenxiao's past life, such a person is the easiest to deal with. The first step is to lure, and the second step is to threaten. Someone can carry it.

But in front of these two people, his methods were completely ineffective, and on the contrary, he got several painful wounds.

——When he condescendingly issued an order to the lawyer to transfer the toy, there was no surprise or hesitation as expected, only a contemptuous smile from the other party, and the word squeezed out of his lips.

"roll."

With Lu Zhi's relentless arrogance, the exchange of benefits seemed impossible, and the scene immediately got out of control. Qi Wenxiao almost couldn't remember who started it first, it seemed to be himself, because he hadn't heard this word for a long time. , Burning with anger almost instantly, he swung his fist without thinking.

That punch grazed the lawyer's chin and completely angered him, Qi Wenxiao quickly fell into a disadvantage.

He doesn't actually fight.

A little overlord from a wealthy and powerful family who has been pampered since childhood, classmates, teachers, and friends who are obedient... Qi Wenxiao grew up among the stars, and some people are willing to stand up for him, so it is impossible to have a chance to fight , except once.

When thinking of this, Qi Wenxiao was distracted in this dangerous situation, his forehead hit the sharp corner of the table, and blood gushed out immediately. Fortunately, people outside the office heard the movement and rushed in to dissuade them, trying to separate the two.

Shocking drops of blood seeped into the flower-woven carpet. At this moment, Qi Wenxiao should have been furious and threatened the man who looked much more decent than him, but he didn't.

Perhaps it was the passing blood that made him fall into a state of stupor. He clutched his wound, feeling dizzy, forgetting the intense conflict at the moment. Arrived four years ago.

At that time, Qi Wenxiao was still in high school, and he was much more domineering than he is now. Many people dared not speak out against him. He knew this, but he was not afraid, because he also knew that no one would dare to bear the consequences of offending him.

Unfortunately, there are always exceptions to everything.

There was a good student who was often bullied by them. Of course, Qi Wenxiao didn't remember his name. In short, he was either the class monitor or the study committee member. His spirit was broken by the inexplicable and huge malice of a group of underage students. A long absence from school, and missed the chance to walk.

Then in a dark night when no one was around, someone cleverly bypassed the sight of the bodyguards at home, knocked Qi Wenxiao unconscious and took him away.

But this was not a long-planned kidnapping, it was just a beating purely to vent anger. Qi Wenxiao had never felt so much pain before. He woke up from the combined fists and kicks, and was so painful that he almost passed out, but he had no chance to pass out. The other party seemed to be deliberately trying to keep him awake and tortured.

Finally, through tears, sweat, and blood, he realized that the perpetrator was gone, but he couldn't speak, he couldn't call for help, his body was falling apart, and he lay motionless, waiting to be rescued or die.

I don't know how long it took, Qi Wenxiao, who was trapped in the chaos and had trouble breathing, clearly heard a nice and clear voice, like the rays of light breaking through the dark clouds.

"Is there someone lying down in that alley?"

This is the life buoy thrown to him by God.

"Brother Duan, are you drunk? Where did they come from? They are just rubbish. If they go away, they will be remembered by the auntie in charge."

Someone is going to take his lifebuoy away.

The liquid from the corners of his eyes overflowed uncontrollably. Qi Wenxiao was like discarded garbage, tormented on the edge of hope and despair. In this extremely short and extremely long moment, he made many vows in his heart. If this person really After saving him, he will do his best to repay him. After he recovers, he is willing to restrain his previous arrogance...

"No, I saw him move, I'm going to have a look."

It was the best sound he had ever heard.

"Hey——you're not Brother Duan! It's so dark there, wait for me!"

Then came the chaotic footsteps and the panicked voices of young college students. When he heard that clear voice ringing in his ears, Qi Wenxiao closed his eyes in peace.

"We're calling an ambulance, hold on..."

The sound was far and near, and he was like a bumpy ship in the deep sea, sailing involuntarily into the long night, leaving only the guiding light.

When Qi Wenxiao woke up again, he was already in a hospital ward with bright and clean windows, and saw his parents who looked anxious.

He had been in a coma for a long time, and those college students had already left. The roadside surveillance recorded their eagerness to save people, and also recorded the perpetrators.

It was the elder brother of that good student. He avenged his younger brother whose life had changed drastically. After the end, he went to another country, making preparations that he would not be able to return home in this life.

This was the only time Qi Wenxiao was tolerant. He asked his parents to let this person go and not pursue it any longer.Maybe it was between life and death, he realized the karmic cycle in the dark, and the retribution was not good.

Similarly, this is also a kind of gratitude from him to the college student who saved him, and he thinks the other party should be happy.

If Qi Wenxiao wanted to, he could be found easily.

But for some reason, he didn't do it.

He didn't even remember the man's full name, his mother mentioned it to him once, but he forgot it, just like he forgot the name of a good student.

He kept that beautiful vision, like a voice from heaven, the North Star in the boundless deep sea.

Since then, Qi Wenxiao has indeed restrained himself a lot, even if he still does not change his domineering nature, most of the time he just clicks and stops, probably because he is afraid of the next desperado who is desperate for revenge.

Until he heard that voice again.

In the dimly lit bar, someone is playing the guitar with simple chords, but the singing is gorgeous, like gurgling water.

Qi Wenxiao, who was sitting in the booth having fun with his friends, suddenly stopped his movements, no matter what his friends called him, he would turn a deaf ear.

He crossed countless strange faces and saw the person singing on the stage for the first time with his own eyes.

Just as he had imagined, he was full of vigor and brilliance, enough to be described by any good words.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qi Wenxiao immediately drove away all the cronies, and went to the bathroom to tidy up his clothes and hairstyle.

He is no longer the reckless high school student he used to be. He feels that the current self can appear in front of the other party with integrity.

He was very patient that day, and sat alone until late at night. He didn't want to interrupt that person's singing, so he listened quietly and attentively.

Qi Wenxiao waited until the end of the singer's resident time, watched the man on the stage put away his guitar, bid farewell to his colleagues, and walked outside.

Only then did he follow up nervously, looking at the back that was getting closer, and wanted to call out the name that was deeply engraved in his memory: Brother Duan.

These two words hovered around Qi Wenxiao's mouth for a long time. He was nervous and terrified, and it took him a long time to get mentally prepared, but just when he was about to call the other party to stop, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

A luxury car parked quietly under the streetlight at the entrance of the bar. A handsome man opened the door and took the plain guitar bag.

And the supposedly perfect person became small, he obediently sat in the car, and suddenly changed from a noble star to a lowly dust.

The phantom collapsed.

Qi Wenxiao was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of betrayal.

He stood at the door of that bar for a long time, his arms stiffened by the cold wind, and his consciousness was driven out of his body.

He never came here again after that.

But fate did not let go of the once bright college student.

Not long after, Qi Wenxiao met him again, and in a KTV with extremely gorgeous decoration, he vaguely heard that familiar singing voice.

This time, he didn't prepare for too long, and he pushed open the door of the private room, pretending to be a passerby who was attracted by the singing, and sincerely praised that person for how well he sang.

Although to his surprise, there was only one person in that box, sitting alone in the middle of the huge sofa, accompanied by singing.

Hearing his compliment, the man stood up nervously and thanked him.

Qi Wenxiao could see the genuine joy in the corners of his brows and eyes, and also could see that he didn't know himself at all.

The growing black void inside his body swallowed his sanity.

From then on, Qi Wenxiao became Duan Shu's friend, the only friend of the bird in the cage.

"You are two years older than me, so shall I call you Brother Duan?"

"it is good."

The farmer and the snake, the manipulator and the toy...

The story started from here, and two years later, it took a sharp turn and turned in a direction that no one could have expected.

The sound of footsteps from the suite interrupted Qi Wenxiao's wandering thoughts.

The doorbell rang for a long time, and the people inside were finally willing to come down.

The gate of the small courtyard on the first floor was roughly opened by someone. Under the dim light, the rather irritable face of the owner of room 102 appeared behind the wooden door. Gray and oil paint.

Qi Wenxiao has never seen this