Slag

When the dishes were ready, Lin Jian picked up his mobile phone and took several pictures of it for the first time.

At first, Ren Jing didn't notice that he was taking pictures, because everyone knew that Lin Jian didn't have the habit of taking pictures.

In the first photo he just reached out to adjust the position of the plate.

"Didn't you catch me?" Ren Jing asked.

It's not that he's afraid of appearing on camera, what he's afraid of is that when Lin meets a public figure, coupled with the "black material" that seems to be homosexual in the past, he will take the initiative to beat and eat with a man, which will inevitably make the black fans grab the pigtails.

How scary the Internet is now, you can make up a complete and bizarre story with just a few clues.

"It's taken." Lin Jian said, he pulled out the first photo, enlarged it and held it up for Ren Jing to see, he smiled and said, "Just send this one."

Ren Jing's eyes flickered, and he pretended to serve Lin Jian a bowl of soup naturally.

"Oh, let's send it."

Tang You's weibo, which was forwarded earlier, has now caused an uproar, and has even become a trending search.

There are two people's names in the entry, and after clicking on it, there are all little fans saying "I got it".

Lin Jian glanced at it and quit. He checked the time and said, "I'll post it after the live broadcast."

Ren Jing said "huh?", "You want to broadcast live here?"

Lin Jian looked up at him: "Yeah, otherwise it would be too late for dinner, and the time is just right for me to eat while live broadcasting."

"Then what if I... accidentally make a sound?" Ren Jing was a little worried.

"You can sit down and play with me."

Ren Jing quickly waved his hand and said that he would pretend to be a good dumb.

Of course, it's okay to broadcast Lin Jian together, but it is estimated that Ming Jia will fly over and kill him immediately.

Han Qiushi realized that it took only a short while for WeChat to be blocked, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable. He stood up and rushed out to find Lin Jian.

I bumped into my cousin at the door, and was pulled back all the way.

"Are you crazy?" Cousin came all the way and looked at the guards at the door, Han Qiushi rushed out like this, even if the bodyguards put their hands away, it was inevitable that they would do something good or bad.

Since Han Lin left last time, apart from going to the company regularly, Han Qiushi always has dozens of people holding hands at the door.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but Han Lin can still restrain Han Qiushi with an order.

The temporary victory at the beginning almost dazzled Han Qiushi's mind. Now that he thinks about it, he didn't do too much work at the time, and he managed to climb up, but he was too excited to secure a good position.

Being pulled down now is also expected, but Han Qiushi did not expect it to be so fast.

Almost now he has completely lost contact with Lin Jian, but he still can't find someone in person.

Over the years, he has always used Lin Jian as his nourishment. No matter how hard or tired he is, if he knows what Lin Jian is doing recently and whether Lin Jian is doing well, he will have the motivation to persevere.

Now trapped by Han Lin like this, he can't get any news, and his whole body seems to be soaked in a pool of stagnant water, as if there is no trace of life.

The cousin came back occasionally to give him soup or other meals made by his mother. Han Qiushi never ate the meals cooked by his mother since he was a child, and he lacked a lot in family affection since he was a child. Let him immerse himself in the pain of being besieged.

You can smell the aroma when you open the lunch box, but it has nothing to do with the so-called mother's smell.

He didn't know what his mother should smell like, and he couldn't remember it.

So the consolation of delivering meals was useless. Han Qiushi's mother could feel that she was pushing her son further away bit by bit, so she had a fight with Han Lin, and only then did Han Qiushi's life in Pingcheng be restored. free body.

But not allowing him to leave Screen City was Han Lin's final bottom line, and no matter how much trouble he made, he couldn't break this point.

This day, Han Qiushi opened Weibo and glanced at it habitually. At first, there was no movement on Lin Jian's Weibo, but he noticed that other places were not calm, so he clicked into the trending search and looked.

Han Qiushi entered the entry unpreparedly, and what he saw was Tang You's Weibo.

Lin Jian obediently sat on a chair and put on makeup. One was a single photo with his eyes closed, and the other was a group photo with Tang You.

In the group photo, Lin Jian's confused face that didn't react has a sense of cuteness, and Han Qiushi felt the same way when he saw it.

But it was only for a moment, followed by an overwhelming feeling of suffocation.

People all over the world can approach Lin Jian, except him.

He put down his phone, closed his eyes, and flashed through his mind over and over again what he had done four years ago, followed by Lin Jian, who had always written indifference and alienation on his face after the reunion, and everyone who was close to Lin Jian.

All these things connected together made it impossible to even take the simplest breath, and he was so depressed that he gritted his teeth so that he could not control his trembling.

What did he do?

No one knows better than him what he did back then.

No one knows what it's like to regret better than him.

It didn't take long for Lin Jian to retweet this Weibo, but the tone was businesslike.

Han Qiushi is like every fan on the Internet who is thousands of miles away from Lin Jian, trying to figure out his emotions through his every word, trying to see his true meaning.

He is now no different from those thousands of strangers Yu Linjian.

It was himself, step by step from Lin Jian's closest person to the present step.

An uncontrollable muffled sound of pain filled the closed room. Han Qiushi closed his eyes tightly, and opened them suddenly when he realized that he was out of breath. He looked at the petals in the sky and felt dizzy for a moment.

When he passed out, he didn't feel anything, but he suddenly lost consciousness, and he vaguely heard someone exclaiming in his ear: "Why is it so hot? Have a fever?!"

I also felt as if I was being dragged up.

But he didn't know the specifics, and he didn't want to know.

He had to admit that he was a weak person, and he always wanted to escape when faced with the increasingly distant relationship between himself and Lin Jian.

It was two hours after waking up, under the slightly surprised eyes of the doctor, Han Qiushi forced himself to sit up.

"Keep sleeping, the fever hasn't subsided yet."

Han Qiushi picked up the mobile phone placed beside the bed, his mind was drowsy, he shook his head: "I'm fine, I've worked hard."

He is indeed in a daze right now, including the half-conscious state just now, but he still remembers Lin Jian's live broadcast tonight.

He hadn't seen Lin Jian for a long time, and photos were far from being able to relieve this hard-to-see miss.

If he has been immersed in the situation of not being able to meet each other, he may not be like an epileptic/addict/jun/son like he is now.

It's just that the frequent meetings some time ago gave him sweetness, so it seemed a hundred times bitter to face such a hard life.

Lin Jian's live broadcast started on time, and it seemed that he was eating at a restaurant.

He was very relaxed the whole time, watching the barrage and chatting with fans.

Taking advantage of the spare time to eat two bites, many fans in the barrage asked him to eat more, saying that he felt distressed when he was too thin.

Han Qiushi wanted to post it too, but he didn't even have the strength to type now.

In the middle of it, Lin Jian suddenly had a bowl full of soup in front of him, and the hand of the man who had always been well-knit was caught in the mirror.

Obviously the whole place was so quiet that it seemed like he was the only one there...

Han Qiushi's nerves tensed for a moment, and he fixed his eyes on Lin Jian's face, wanting to see his reaction.

The person on the screen just said as usual: "Thank you."

Is it a broker?

Or an assistant?

or who...

Of course, fans have the same doubts as him, and Lin Jian is not shy about answering this question.

He looked at the screen full of "who is it", looked up at Ren Jing who was a little stiff, and laughed: "It's not a staff member."

The barrage followed and continued to ask who it was.

Lin Jian said with an ambiguous smile, "Friend."

Han Qiushi covered his heart with great effort, wanting to say that Lin Jian was really cruel this time.

He gently turned off the phone and put it aside, picked up the medicine box on the bedside table and asked, "How much do you take?"

There was no flaw in his expression, but the feeling of sickness and weakness was deeply imprinted between his brows.

But before the doctor could answer, Han Qiushi had already collapsed.

The fever lasted for a long time at [-] degrees all night. When Han Qiushi fainted from the fever, he remembered his childhood.

It turned out that he had known Lin Jian since he was very young, and Lin Jian was his elder brother at that time.

It's just that the elder brother looks very unfriendly and out of gregarious, and all the children don't play with him.

Han Qiushi would think, why didn't such a good-looking brother take him to play with him?

So when I was young, I always leaned over to my elder brother and shouted shortly, holding small toys that were no longer suitable for Lin Jian's age at that time and insisting on playing with Lin Jian.

We knew each other so early, but why have we been farther and farther apart after decades of walking.

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感谢在2021-05-0117:42:10~2021-05-0123:58:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: -77-, 5 bottles of Zombie Season [-];

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!