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Cheng Yi only felt that the music in his ears was too loud, as if he didn't hear it clearly, and looked back with a bit of intoxication, tilting his head and staring blankly.

"What kind of love is fragmented?" He grinned, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, "Manager Pan, don't just say things I don't understand, can Song Xianfei tell me something?"

He wanted to know desperately, his heart was like a balloon being inflated, it was a little uncomfortable, the man he loved, but he didn't know anything.

"Lao Song can't like someone frankly like ordinary people." Pan Yao bit the lemon peel with his teeth, as if he was a bit addicted to cigarettes, "It is absolutely impossible for him to say these reasons, you know?"

Pan Yao approached him suddenly, speaking in a soft voice, but Cheng Yi could hear every word clearly, "Song Xianfei was almost killed by his adoptive father. Fractures, serious injuries and infertility, do you know what these mean to a child who was only fourteen or fifteen years old at the time?"

What does it mean?

With a trembling of Cheng Yi's fingers, the wine glass dropped from his hand, and the bottom of the glass hit the marble table straightly, splashing out the wine on the table, making a loud noise, causing the eyes of other people around to look over at the same time.

It was like getting an electric shock, all the muscles in his body convulsed together, besides the shock, there was also an unspeakable pain, his heart seemed to be seized by a dense, slowly intruding pain, tormented as if a hole was cut with a knife It's unbearable.

Cheng Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed the clothes on his chest, only to feel that he could breathe a little bit.

All of this... all happened to Song Xianfei?

"Master, not everyone's luck is so good. Fate is fair to the fair, but unfair to the unfair."

Pan Yao said that Song Xianfei is a person who lives not far away, and those things brought him a lifetime of influence, scars that will never heal for life.

Before he was ten years old, he lived in an orphanage. It is said that he was abandoned there in a snowy winter, and was adopted by a couple in their town. The woman was barren, but she was not bad. , but the world is impermanent, and he died in an accidental fire within two years.

This was the beginning of the nightmare. His adoptive father seldom came home. After the woman died and lost his job, he showed his true nature. When he got home, he scolded Song Xianfei as a loser, and when he got excited, he beat and kicked him. This boy who had no blood relationship with him was completely reduced to a tool for drinking and going crazy.

But so what, Song Xianfei at that time was completely powerless to fight against these situations. If he escaped from that situation, he would become homeless again, without even a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Good people don't live long, and bad people don't live long either." Pan Yao drank the wine in his glass and smiled mockingly, "The man fell asleep on the side of the road after being drunk, and was crushed to death by a night truck. Turned into a puddle of meat, maybe this is retribution."

Cheng Yi was lying on the bar at the moment, using his hand as a pillow, Jin Feishi was not enough to get drunk, but he didn't move at all as if he was drunk, and it took a while to slowly straighten up.

"Song Xianfei...never told me about this." He rubbed his eyes vigorously, his eyes instantly became blurred, and he couldn't see things clearly because of a cloud of white mist, "If it wasn't for you, I really wouldn't know anything. "

"I have been friends with him for so many years, and I always found that this man is like a fish living in a closed water tank. He is lonely and very sensitive. He is always afraid of creatures other than himself breaking in." Pan Yao raised his eyebrows. Looking at him, looking into Cheng Yi's reddish eyes, "Maybe you are special to him."

Cheng Yi hummed and lowered his head, and didn't speak again.

A glass of wine, a few words, the voices are still noisy, this encounter is nearing the end.

The two pushed open the wooden door of the bar and walked out, refreshed by the cool wind blowing in front of them, even the slightest bit of drunkenness dissipated.It's still early, and it's not yet the busiest time in the market.

Cheng Yi and Pan Yao said goodbye at this point. Before leaving, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and stopped him, "Why did Manager Pan tell me so much today? I remember that it was not easy to ask you about Song Xianfei before."

"I don't know either." Pan Yao shrugged, and turned around while talking, with an inexplicably chic back, "But I hope you are the one who can always treat him well."

Cheng Yi stood still for a while, squinting his eyes and looking up at the night sky, but all he saw were neon lights, he seemed to be unable to see the original color of the night sky clearly.

Today's style is extraordinarily cold, blowing in the eyes as if soaked in wine, there will always be some inexplicable pain.

Song Xianfei curled up on the bed for half an afternoon, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what, maybe the quality of sleep will become worse and worse when a person reaches a certain age.

I don't know if it was because of Cheng Yi's phone call, but he was always feeling uneasy.

When he lay down until it was almost dark, he simply got up and looked around for something to do. After sweeping and mopping the floor, he finally watered the balcony and the green plants in the living room again.

"It is expected to be affected by a wave of cold air tonight, and the temperature will drop five to six degrees overnight..."

It has indeed become cooler these past few days, there may not be any changes during the day, and it will be noticeably blown at night, and the wind will immediately arouse a layer of goose bumps on the skin.

The voice of the weather forecast comes from a radio, which is still an old-fashioned radio, which is rarely seen in the market. You can usually listen to news and weather forecasts, and occasionally there are drama and singing channels. All kinds of books, these are enough for Song Xianfei to kill the rest of the time.

When he first rented the house, Song Xianfei didn’t think about buying a TV. It’s not that he didn’t go to the shopping mall to look around. He always felt that a big screen would be a waste of electricity. Besides, he didn’t usually watch it. Dust.

He went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, then picked out an old magazine from the bookshelf and flipped through it casually, maybe the content in it was too boring, Song Xianfei felt drowsy after reading less than half of it, Simply sleep for a while on the one-acre three-point land on the sofa.

I don't know how long I slept, but the light in the living room was still on when I woke up from the cold, and it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

The window was ajar, sending in gusts of cool breeze from time to time. Fortunately, he didn't fall asleep completely, otherwise after this night, he would definitely catch a cold.

Song Xianfei pulled on his slippers and passed the door to close the window in a half-dream and half-awake state. At this moment, he vaguely heard someone's cough coming in from the outside through the door.

He didn't hear it very clearly, but now he was completely awake.

In an old-fashioned remote old community like this, the corridor doors are almost all decorations, anyone can come in and out at will, and the only security system is the old man who guards the door.

Not long ago, there was a burglary. It is said that the head of the house is a woman who lives alone. She heard a noise in the living room in the middle of the night. At first she thought it was her cat, but when she went out, she happened to meet the man face to face. Fortunately, the burglar The man Dongxi was courageous enough to escape through the door after pushing down the hostess, without causing any other harm.

Thinking about it is quite frightening.

Song Xianfei held his breath, his hairs almost stood on end, he tiptoed close to the door, put his ear on the door and listened carefully for a while, only heard the man coughing from time to time, as if he was smoking.

The man was sitting at his door, just a door away from him.

Song Xianfei felt flustered in his heart, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He thought about whether to call the police, but he was not sure if it was a false alarm. Maybe the man was just a drunk, or maybe he was waiting for someone and left after a while.

Song Xianfei curled up by the door, clutching the phone tightly in his hand, probably due to excessive nervousness, when the phone vibrated, he shivered immediately.

The message was sent by Cheng Yi, asking if he was asleep now.

Song Xianfei somehow felt relieved, and replied with trembling fingertips.

After thinking about it, I sent another message [There seems to be a person sitting at the door of the house, what should I do? 】

There was no movement from Cheng Yi's end for a long time, Song Xianfei slowed down his breathing, and pressed the phone to his chest, wanting to make sure that the person had left, but at this moment there was a knock on the door unexpectedly.

"Who?" Like a frightened cat, Song Xianfei stepped back several steps and bowed his body, looking at the door with vigilance and fear.

"it's me."

The voice of the man outside the door faintly came in. Song Xianfei only felt that the voice was familiar, but at the moment his brain was in a mess, and he couldn't distinguish it flawlessly.

"I'm Cheng Yi."

Seeing that there was someone answering in the room, but no one opened the door, Cheng Yi simply reported his name and raised his hand to knock a few more times.

When Song Xianfei heard the other party's name, he still felt a little dazed, stepped over a few steps, and almost without thinking, he pushed the door's anti-theft latch and turned the doorknob.

The person standing at the door was indeed Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi saw the shock on Song Xianfei's face, and knew that he might have frightened him, but he couldn't help laughing, "Director Song is so timid?

Song Xianfei gave him a blank look, and there was someone sitting at the door suddenly in the middle of the night, everyone would be afraid of this matter.

"If there is a stranger who wants to break into the house, you can just use a rolling pin to throw him out. Otherwise, a frying pan and a kitchen knife are of no use."

Song Xianfei felt that Cheng Yi was probably tired and stupid, and he was full of nonsense, so he told him to come in quickly, "It's not like breaking into a house by force, it's just that there was a burglary in the community a few days ago."

Cheng Yi was taken aback, and asked him, "What happened next? Did the thief get caught?"

Song Xianfei shook his head, saying that that person probably won't show up again in the future.

In fact, when I think about it carefully, my place is regarded as a "house with four walls", and the most valuable thing is the refrigerator and washing machine. Thieves and robbers will probably sigh when they come.

"Why didn't you knock on the door when you came?" Song Xianfei smelled the strong smell of tobacco on his body, and didn't know how long Cheng Yi had been waiting, and his fingers were like ice cubes when he accidentally touched him.

Cheng Yi put on his shoes, turned around and faced Song Xianfei again and blinked, "I was waiting for Director Song to pick me up and bring me home. Later, it was really cold, so I sent you a message to know if you were asleep."

Song Xianfei wanted to say that you are stupid, but when the words came to his lips, he saw Cheng Yi's haggard face, his heart trembled, and he told him to sit in the living room and pour some hot water by himself.

Cheng Yi took off his coat and leaned his body on the sofa relaxedly. Only then did he feel that he was really tired. He closed his eyes and didn't want to open them again. This was the only place where he could let go of everything temporarily.

After Song Xianfei rinsed the cup, he originally wanted to get some hot water for him, but after thinking about it, he replaced it with the newly bought milk. After boiling it, he added some honey and stirred it well.

He didn't ask Cheng Yi why he came here, he only knew that he must be very tired these days, and he really needed to find a place where he could get rid of those bad things and clear his cache temporarily.

"Did you drive here?" Song Xianfei brought him the milk, and then sat on the sofa beside Cheng Yi.

Song Xianfei only wore a light gray cotton pajamas after taking a shower. The clothes seemed a bit too big, and they were loosely wrapped around him, completely exposing the skin of his neck and neckline.

The tip of Cheng Yi's nose couldn't help moving, and Song Xianfei exuded a faint scent of shower gel. When he sat down, a burst of fragrance wafted in the wind. He turned his head and took a deep breath, guessing whether the smell was sweet-scented osmanthus or gardenia.

He suddenly felt that Song Xianfei was too defenseless against him. In the face of desire, a domestic dog could turn into a hungry wolf at any time.

Cheng Yi pursed his lips and smiled, fearing that his butt would be kicked out before it was hot, so he had to hold back some thoughts for a while, and took a sip of the milk on the table.

The sweet taste washed away the smell of tobacco in his mouth, warmed his esophagus, and flowed into his abdomen.

"If I came by car, I might not even be able to get out of the gate, so I would be stopped by someone." Cheng Yi said, "I ran out over the wall. There are some people around the gate recently. At home, it's like being in a prison. Be vigilant and worried at all times.”

"Then why didn't you call the police?" Song Xianfei quickly looked around him to see if there was any sign of injury to Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi smiled at him, and quietly moved Song Xianfei a little closer, saying that at this time, any other moths would only add fuel to the flames. Now Cheng Yuan has already prosecuted the rumor-mongering media according to the law. As for the group of unreasonable stockholders It is the most difficult thing. It is best not to have a direct conflict, but to find a leader and organizer for coordination.

I am also afraid that in terms of time to solve the problem, Gu Cheng's project cannot be stagnated forever.

Yang Qiumin's matter has not yet been settled. If it happens again at this time, it will only push the situation into a worse direction. In the worst case, Gu Cheng may give up this project cooperation with Cheng Yuan.

"Cheng Yuan has been here for so many years, and I have seen a lot of stumbling. At the beginning, my father and Lao Cheng almost devoted all their efforts to it." Cheng Yi leaned back on the sofa, with one arm hanging naturally behind Song Xianfei, "If people If you only care about your career, you will definitely neglect your family, so I rarely saw my father in person at that time, seeing him when I was a child was like Chinese New Year, and I had to look forward to it."

As a listener, Song Xianfei listened to him silently. In this small room, this man seemed to have let go of all his tense nerves and guards, and slowly spoke out what was in his heart without reservation.

"Others will say that the older generation is working hard for a better life for the next generation. My life is indeed rich, and I don't lack in everything materially." Cheng Yi slowly closed his eyes, and his voice suddenly changed. Much lighter, "Although Cheng Yuan is their painstaking effort, I still resist it in my heart."

Song Xianfei nodded and hummed, remembering that Cheng Yi mentioned it to him last time and asked him why, but he was like a child, insisting on exchanging secrets with him.

Cheng Yi suddenly took his hand and squeezed it tightly, "Old Cheng has fought for it all his life, and my dad also had a car accident on the way to discuss business. I have both loved and hated Cheng Yuan, so I have always been conflicted about it.”

Song Xianfei was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at Cheng Yi.

He suddenly wanted to hug the man in front of him, but he retreated as soon as he made a move. When he wanted to retract his body, he was pulled by Cheng Yi, and then he was hugged into his arms.

"You..." Song Xianfei struggled a few times before giving up suddenly, and asked him in a murmur, "Why don't you trade secrets for secrets this time?"

"No more." Cheng Yi tilted his head and kissed his earlobe, pressed the tip of his nose against his body and sniffed greedily, "If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me."

Song Xianfei's heartbeat fluctuated for a few beats for no reason, and then became irregular.

"Song Xianfei." Cheng Yi suddenly held his face while speaking, and the hot breath almost sprayed on Song Xianfei's face, he said, "Lend me a kiss."

Song Xianfei was taken aback for a moment, but before he could answer him, Cheng Yi hooked the back of his neck and sealed his lips.

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