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To be honest, Song Sheng didn't care about Jiang Cheng's tricks against him.

No matter how many things Jiang Cheng did behind his back, Song Sheng knew that Jiang Cheng would never hurt him.

Now, he understands that the essential purpose of Jiang Cheng's actions is only for him.

If Song Sheng still regarded Jiang Cheng as a child——no matter how careful a child is, Song Sheng could pretend that he didn't see it.

He could just turn a blind eye and keep going.

But Jiang Cheng doesn't want to just be a child, does he?

Then, the way Song Sheng treats him will naturally change.

Some things, some deceit, he will not let this matter pass by in an understatement.

It must be stated clearly.

It was the same situation as last night, but even Jiang Cheng felt the difference in Song Sheng's attitude at this moment.

Last night, Song Sheng's resentment was clearly visible.

When Song Sheng showed his displeasure on his face, it often meant that he was not that angry, so at that time, Jiang Cheng could rely on the desperate impulse in his heart to carry out an almost self-destructive spying.

He showed his desires, everything he longed for, nakedly.

He tried to disguise himself with a strong face, bluffing embarrassingly, hoping to control the rhythm of this temptation back into his own hands.

He failed because Song Sheng saw through everything.

He also succeeded, because Song Sheng didn't drive him out of the room.

The man, as always, embraced his thorns, his impulsiveness and decay.

But at this moment, Song Sheng was not angry.

He smiled as gently as in the past, watching him quietly.

Jiang Cheng clenched his hands tightly.

The man who was so gentle to him at the reception drew a line between him and Jiang Cheng with his usual gentleness at this moment.

This made Jiang Cheng feel that everything was back to seven years ago...the distance between him and this man is still so far.

Song Sheng waited for Jiang Cheng's answer.

Time passed by, and the room was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

Suddenly, someone's cell phone vibrated and buzzed twice.

Neither of them went to see it.

Jiang Cheng moved.

He straightened up slowly, and said: "...you have heard the conversation between me and Hu Guangyao, haven't you?"

Song Sheng looked up at him, and said calmly, "You know that's not what I want to hear."

"Why drink that glass of wine?"

Time seemed to return to that night three days ago.

Jiang Cheng stared straight into Song Sheng's eyes, but his eyes seemed to see the flickering lights in the hotel box that night.

The moment he came back from the bathroom and opened the door of the box, he saw Hu Guangyao put the wine glass in his place.

Jiang Shujing's friend was chatting with the people around him, Jiang Cheng seemed to be the only one in the whole space who noticed Hu Guangyao's guilty fingers twirling and the bubbles popping out of his wine glass.

Jiang Cheng glanced slowly at Hu Guangyao. The latter wiped his sweat with a tissue, his eyes dodged and his fingers trembled.

And Jiang Cheng just walked over step by step and sat down in his original position.

Looking down at the glass of wine, he twitched the corners of his lips, almost wanting to throw the glass of wine on Hu Guangyao's face in the next second.

But I don't know if it's the effect of alcohol. When he held the glass, the cold side of the glass woke up his nerves. Outside the window, summer lightning flashed across the night sky. Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled that not long ago, he stood on the stage of the awards ceremony that moment.

At that moment, no matter how many people were sitting in the audience, no matter how many cameras were aimed at him, and how many audiences were behind the camera——

In that starlight, there was only one figure in his head.

A figure that he has quietly placed in his heart for many years... Now, it seems that he finally feels that he can reach out and touch it.

At that time, in the hotel box, he was holding the drugged glass of wine, and when he was drunk, a ridiculous and clumsy idea popped up in his mind.

……

Jiang Cheng said slowly: "You already know, don't you?"

"—I want to go back to you."

Even though he had expected it in his heart, hearing these words with his own ears, Song Sheng still had a lot of emotional turmoil in his heart.

Keeping calm, he asked, "It's not enough to expose Hu Guangyao's actions, but do you have to drink it?"

Jiang Cheng said softly: "If you don't drink that glass of wine, will you and Second Uncle believe that I'm so frightened by this incident that I need to run away, to the point where I run to your side?"

Song Sheng laughed out of anger.

"So it's to complete your play, isn't it? In order to complete this play, you would rather take the risk of getting physically damaged?"

Looking at Song Sheng's face, Jiang Cheng remembered that night three days ago, he walked into the evening in the rain, walked to the bar, and walked to the person whose back was facing him.

The figure of this person has hardly changed from seven years ago.

At that time, Jiang Cheng silently clenched his hands hanging by his sides, his heart beat so fast that for a moment, he even forgot to breathe.

Obviously the two had been together day and night for a whole year, and Jiang Cheng knew very well how much Song Sheng cared about him, but he felt that he had spent a lot of effort and a long time before he really walked in front of this person.

And what about Song Sheng?

This time, when he turned around, what expression would he have?

Surprised, or surprised?

Would you blame him for not being in touch for four years?

Or don't mention the previous four years at all, and just call him "A Cheng" as gently as seven years ago?

And whether, will you look at him with new eyes?

do not know.

Jiang Cheng's chest was about to be overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions, but the moment Song Sheng turned around, he suppressed all of them.

He tried his best to control himself, so that he could calmly shout: "Brother Sheng, long time no see."

……

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and said, "I only took a sip."

"You think you only took a sip, and it won't have much impact, do you?" Song Sheng asked back, his voice becoming severe.

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, he had already realized what Song Sheng was really angry about, and he was a little dumb.

Song Sheng sat up straight, stared at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Ah Cheng, the blankness of the previous four years was deliberately created by you, right?"

Song Sheng is not an idiot.

At this point, Jiang Cheng can already guess many things without telling him.

Jiang Cheng's way of looking at him had changed seven years ago, and now this man is going back to him in such a devious way, trying to test him and change his way of looking at him—— It is enough to prove that Jiang Cheng's feelings for him have never changed over the years.

That being the case, what happened to the four-year gap?

——As soon as he thought about it, Song Sheng already understood.

Jiang Cheng did it on purpose.

This man intentionally distanced himself from him, deliberately separated him for such a long time, just so that when he returned to Song Sheng four years later, Song Sheng would no longer treat him as a child!

Song Sheng himself had to admit that if Jiang Cheng had been growing up by his side, even if one day Jiang Cheng really grew into a mature man, it would be difficult for Song Sheng to change his attitude towards him.

He will always treat Jiang Cheng as a child.

If you really want Song Sheng to change the way he looks at him, then stay away from him, learn to fly like a bird leaving its nest, open up a territory, and then come back with a new attitude-this is indeed the right way, Song Sheng will never Blame Jiang Cheng for this.

To be honest, Jiang Cheng was the one who unilaterally shouldered that emotion for the past four years and couldn't express it.

Jiang Cheng would rather suffer torture than exchange for the person who will be on this day four years later.

The person who suppresses himself is Jiang Cheng, and the person who restrains himself is Jiang Cheng. In those 1000 days and nights, I don’t know how many chaotic thoughts, and I don’t know how much effort I have made silently.

Song Sheng didn't do anything at all.

He didn't have to do anything, Jiang Cheng would hold his heart in front of him!

Is there anything easier in the world than this? !

but--

Song Sheng stared straight at Jiang Cheng, and his voice became hoarse: "Ah Cheng, isn't four years enough for you to believe that you are enough to change my opinion of you? Why can't you just come to me and tell me what you want? What?"

Jiang Cheng froze.

"Why do you have to do this?"

After so many years, Song Sheng does occasionally still dote on Jiang Cheng like he used to dote on children.

But after all it is different.

He had already experienced that Jiang Cheng had grown up.

Maybe after Jiang Cheng confessed to him, he would still feel incredible.

But he will never take Jiang Cheng out of his world without even thinking about it like he treats a child.

——Jiang Cheng's four-year restraint has really taken effect and fermented.

Therefore, it is okay to obviously not need to add such a roundabout way and such absurd means.

Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple rolled.

He stood motionless and listened to Song Sheng's words, but a blankness gradually appeared on his face.

He murmured softly: "...can I?"

Song Sheng's pupils trembled slightly, a little stunned.

At this moment, all the pride seemed to be bloody stripped from this man.

"I also think it's ridiculous," Jiang Cheng pulled the corner of his lips, "There should be many ways to get back to you, but I just can't think of one."

"I've been thinking about it for four years, and I've always been afraid that you'd treat me like a child."

"There's no way this matter can be changed so quickly, right?" Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes and said, "So I think, first, I can find a reason to get along with you day and night again. The more time I spend together, the more opportunities I will have for you. Realizing that I've really grown up."

"Drinking that glass of wine was a bad idea. I know that my mind was not normal that day." Jiang Cheng's voice became hoarse. Treat yourself as a child again, but in the end, you still stay by your side like a child."

... He may not have grown at all.

With him like this, how could he ask Song Sheng to treat him as a mature adult?

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng suddenly relaxed his body.

I don't know if it's because there is no more pretense anymore, at this moment he was finally able to face Song Sheng with his truest self.

Jiang Cheng raised his eyes, stared at Song Sheng, and said softly: "...Brother Sheng, in fact, I didn't want to call you brother a long time ago. I hated myself seven years ago. I want to grow up and change. Become a person who can be independent, so that I don't have to be taken care of by you and my second uncle unilaterally, but instead, I can take care of you."

Song Sheng tightened his hands and looked straight at him.

"I want to take care of you and become someone you can rely on. I want you to appreciate me like a man."

I also hope that one day, your eyes will take the initiative to follow me.

"I love you, I don't dare to expect you to have the same feelings for me, but even if it's just a little bit," Jiang Cheng opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "It's fine if it's just a little bit."

"But I still seem to be doing something wrong." Jiang Cheng smiled.

Song Sheng only felt that his heart was tightly clenched by this smile at this moment.

After laughing, Jiang Cheng looked at Song Sheng, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "I'm sorry, don't be angry, okay?"

Song Sheng's chest was sore, and he was about to be swallowed by the overwhelming suffocation.

He took a deep breath, couldn't help standing up, and said, "Ah Cheng—"

But at this moment, someone's cell phone vibrated again, interrupting his words.

Song Sheng froze.

This time it was obviously an incoming call, and the buzzing sound continued, as if he would not hang up if he didn't answer the call.

The voice came from Jiang Cheng's pocket.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head a little sluggishly.

Song Sheng swallowed the words back, raised his hand into his forehead hair, suppressed his impulse, and said, "Let's see whose call it is first."

Jiang Cheng looked at him and took out his cell phone. The caller was Jiang Shujing.

Song Sheng only felt more anxious. He turned sideways and sighed, "You answer the phone first, and we'll talk after that."

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Cheng connected the phone, put it to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Second Uncle."

The next second, he was slightly taken aback.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in the emergency room of the Central Hospital.

Jiang Shujing scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Hahahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my sister-in-law was vomiting and had a fever just now, I really almost thought that something happened again, so I gave it to you in such a hurry. Ah Cheng called, but he didn't expect it to be just acute gastroenteritis hahahaha..."

Jiang Shujing smiled awkwardly, and Song Sheng and Jiang Cheng, who had changed into casual clothes in front of him, also had different expressions.

After Jiang Cheng's father failed in business and committed suicide by jumping off a building, Jiang's mother collapsed. The cause was stomach cancer, in the middle stage.

In fact, there were already signs, and it was only after the severe blow at that time that the illness broke out completely.

Fortunately, it was not too late to find out. After Jiang Shujing took the two of them home, he found the best doctor in the country for Jiang Cheng's mother. With timely surgical treatment and long-term recuperation, Jiang Cheng's mother has recovered smoothly. After five years of survival.

It's just that now, whenever Jiang's mother has a little stomach discomfort, the family will be very nervous, let alone Jiang's mother is vomiting and having a fever tonight.

Jiang Shujing, a 36-year-old man, was almost too frightened to drive a car.

Fortunately, after arriving at the hospital, after laboratory tests, the doctor diagnosed that Jiang's mother was just suffering from acute gastroenteritis. As for whether it would involve a relapse of the old disease, it would depend on the subsequent treatment.

Of course, the doctor obviously meant not to worry too much about it.

Mother Jiang walked over from the consultation room, although she looked haggard, she was in good spirits.

Hearing what Jiang Shujing said, she said helplessly, "I told you that you don't need to call Ah Cheng over. What time is it, and there's such a big fight!"

Jiang Shujing scratched his cheek embarrassingly.

Jiang Cheng wore a mask and peaked cap, frowned slightly and said, "Where's the laboratory report? Let me take a look."

"What's interesting, it's just a little inflammation, and it's not serious." Although Jiang's mother said so, Jiang Cheng still stubbornly took the test sheet and looked down at it seriously.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang's mother smiled, but she was still worried.

Jiang Shujing leaned closer to Song Sheng's ear and asked, "Why are you here too?"

Song Sheng glanced at him, at this moment he was really not in the mood to speak.

Jiang Shujing choked - what the hell, Song Sheng actually had a day when he didn't even bother to put on a smiling face?

Jiang Cheng on the other end planned to pay for Jiang's mother and dispense medicine. Jiang's mother hadn't seen her son for several days. Since he still had the energy, he naturally went with Jiang Cheng.

There were quite a lot of people in the emergency room in the middle of the night, and he estimated that he would have to wait for a while. Jiang Shujing gestured to the outside with his chin, and said, "Go out for a cigarette?"

Song Sheng glanced at Jiang Cheng's back, paused, turned around, and walked with Jiang Shujing outside the emergency building.

Finding a place where no one was around, Song Sheng took Jiang Shujing's cigarette, lit it, and took a light breath with lowered eyes.

Jiang Shujing blew out a smoke ring and said, "Hey, you are still the same as seven years ago, taking him like a child. How old is he? Let him take a taxi when he comes to the hospital."

Song Sheng raised his eyes: "I just came to the hospital with him, so I can take care of the child?"

"I'm not just referring to this one, but your overall attitude towards him is still the same as before. Last time he was photographed by the paparazzi and caused trouble. You didn't even ask me to give him a few more words." I don't want to." Speaking of that, Jiang Shujing was still a little dissatisfied.

Of course, like at the reception tonight, let Song Sheng give full play to the advantages of his elders and bring Jiang Cheng to know more important people, Jiang Shujing still thinks it's okay.

He didn't feel at all that his double standard was a rogue.

Song Sheng was silent for a moment, and said, "If it's really like seven years ago, I won't let you scold me even a word."

Jiang Shujing was so stunned that he coughed immediately, and complained: "Do you really think of him as your child?!"

Song Sheng just smoked in silence.

The beautiful face was hidden in the night, Jiang Shujing couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only feel that he was not very happy tonight.

Jiang Shujing compromised: "Yes, you have improved a bit compared to seven years ago, but you are still spoiled! Be careful not to spoil the child!"

I didn't think it was wrong before, but at this moment, listening to Jiang Shujing talking about each child, even Song Sheng felt something was wrong.

He exhaled the smoke, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead.

He thought of the smile Jiang Cheng showed him just now, and his heart hurt like it was being pulled.

He didn't expect that his attitude towards Jiang Cheng would affect him to such an extent that this mature man dared not even take a step towards him upright.

It is true that Jiang Cheng failed to disguise himself very well, he has been exposed several times in the past three days alone, and was even a bit broken last night, but no matter how many layers of shells he put on his body, in essence, this man is Is using an almost cautious attitude...

Song Sheng felt overwhelmed.

Maybe in the future, he needs to avoid the attitude that Jiang Cheng would misunderstand in front of Jiang Cheng, but after thinking about it, it is really difficult for him to change.

He had already changed the way he looked at Jiang Cheng, no longer seeing him as a child, but as a man.

Whether it was Jiang Shujing or Jiang Cheng, they mistakenly thought that he hadn't changed at all, it was just because he pampered Jiang Cheng like a child.

His doting on Jiang Cheng stems from his natural desire. In essence, it has nothing to do with whether Jiang Cheng is a child or an adult. Abandoning this kind of doting will only make him not know how to get along with Jiang Cheng.

So, how can we solve this problem that may leave hidden dangers in the future?

Where is the problem?

When the thoughts came here, something flashed across my mind.

Song Sheng's brows relaxed, and he stared at the spark between his fingers, and the leisurely and silent smoke, his heart seemed to rise along with the smoke.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Jiang Shujing, people really need to learn to open up their minds, so as not to fall into a dead end."

Jiang Shujing looked confused: "Huh?"

"You can tell me not to spoil children, but if you tell me not to spoil Jiang Cheng, I may never be able to do so in my life."

Jiang Shujing was full of question marks.

Song Sheng turned his head.

Jiang Shujing stared blankly at this man with gentle eyebrows, and said to him with a smile: "Because I, Song Sheng, dote on the man I like so much."

Just because I like it.

That's the answer to this question.

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