Director, I know your secret

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The iron door of the corridor was closed heavily, Peng Yan took a deep breath, he clenched his fists, only to find that his palms were covered with cold sweat, he turned to look at the balcony, feeling mixed feelings in his heart for a while. ,

He smiled wryly and shook his head. It turned out that he hadn't improved at all, and he told himself that it didn't matter. If he didn't care, it wouldn't be so painful.

Peng Yan lit a cigarette, took two puffs, went around a car to pick up his bicycle, because the license plate number was awesome, so he took another look, and then he circled back, only to find that the car belonged to Wei Yiming .

Peng Yan took a deep breath and flicked the cigarette into the green lawn. He looked at the car and thought for a long time, and when he looked up at the balcony again, he exhaled smoke slowly.

He thinks this matter is tricky. Mo Haiping doesn't pay much attention to Weibo. The reason why he has it is because the company requires the vice president and above to open v. In order for users to respond to problems as soon as possible, there are usually assistants to deal with them. If he follows Zhang Hey, Peng Yan doesn't believe it. The only explanation is that someone shot an arrow behind his back.

Obviously that person is likely to be Wei Yiming, Peng Yan thought about it carefully, and always felt that there was a problem in a certain part of the matter. In addition, An Zhenyuan was a little abnormal these days, and he could feel it from the two of them having sex/love last night. It's just that Peng Yan has always misunderstood that the other party is because of Yuan Qing's hospitalization, so his mood is affected. What if this is not the case, or there are other secrets?

Peng Yan took out his mobile phone to make a call to An Zhenyuan, and pressed the power button for a long time, but the screen kept going black. He scratched his hair, "Fuck."

At this time, the door rang again, and the sound of colliding with the door frame made Peng Yan turn his head.

"Did you leave?" Wei Yiming took out the car key and unlocked it with a beep, "Get in the car, I have something to tell you."

Seeing him straight to the point, Peng Yan didn't talk nonsense. He pushed his car over and knocked on the trunk, meaning to put his car in the back.

Peng Yan clapped his hands and sat in the co-pilot. Wei Yiming started the engine without too much nonsense, and the car left the compound.

When the two came to Nanhu Park, Wei Yiming parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the ignition, lit a cigarette and threw the whole pack of cigarettes to Peng Yan, "I promised An Zhenyuan something."

Peng Yan's hands paused, and he turned to look at Wei Yiming. He had a lot of doubts, but his face remained calm, "Then?"

"The condition is to let him leave you." Wei Yiming opened the car window, stretched his hand out of the boat and flicked the cigarette ash, "Do you know how he answered?"

Peng Yan clenched his fists subconsciously, waiting for the other party to continue.

Wei Yiming turned his head to look directly at Peng Yan, and smiled after a long while, Peng Yan's scalp was numb from waiting.

"He didn't agree," Wei Yiming said, "but he didn't immediately refuse either."

Peng Yan opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't ask the other party what promise he made. He snorted, "Are you from the neighborhood committee?"

Wei Yiming raised his eyebrows, not knowing why, "What do you mean?"

"You're wide enough!" Peng Yan threw the cigarette case onto the steering wheel, his tone a bit sullen, "What the hell is wrong with you? I'll fuck it, you guys are so good!!"

Wei Yiming smoked a cigarette by himself, looked at Peng Yan quietly, and didn't say a word.

"A bunch of idiots!!" Peng Yan opened the car door, one leg had already stepped out, Wei Yiming stopped him.

"Peng Yan, is it worth it for you to be so angry? Who are you taking Joe with?" Wei Yiming grabbed Peng Yan's wrist and prevented him from getting out of the car. How important is it?"

"He has been looking for me for 20 years, do you think it's important?"

"Oh?" Wei Yiming was a little surprised. He couldn't imagine that An Zhenyuan would look for Peng Yan for so long. When did they meet?He snorted, and suddenly laughed, "If it's really such a strong feeling, then you should just say no, shouldn't you?"

Peng Yan was speechless, pulled away his wrist, and said with a murderous expression: "What did you promise him?"

Wei Yiming withdrew his smile, thought for a moment, and said, "Official career!!"

Peng Yante wanted to laugh, he didn't believe such a reason to kill him, "Wei Yiming, go to practice again, I'm almost thirty, not three years old, understand?"

"You can ask yourself," Wei Yiming said seriously, Peng Yan didn't look like a fake, and then he emphasized again, "Group company, Beijing!!"

Peng Yan looked at Wei Yiming expressionlessly, thinking about the authenticity of the other party's words.

"After you verify it yourself, it will be more convincing than my words, right?"

After a long silence, Peng Yan said, "Brother Ming, I sincerely regard you as a friend and an elder brother, so don't lie to me."

After the car door was closed heavily, Wei Yiming nestled in the driver's seat like a deflated ball. He took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and kept playing Peng Yan's words in his ears.

He is a little scared now, and somewhat regretful. This is obviously a gamble. What kind of chips are in his hand? What will he get if he wins?What are you doing now?

Fame and wealth, career money, it seems that apart from these, he really doesn't know what else to prove himself.

He only knew that he had nothing, was trampled under his feet, lived like an ant, and when he bowed his head, it was Mo Haiping who pulled him up, gave him dignity, and gave him a halo.For so many years, he has been admonishing himself to drink water and think of sweetness, and to repay kindness. In his remaining conscience, this kindness is the only one.

However, when something changes and when something disappears.

what is it then?

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When Peng Yan hurried to the hospital, Wei Tao was in the ward by himself. He didn't come to realize why Yuan Qing was not there, so he ran non-stop to An Zhenyuan's apartment. When he took out the key, his pants were almost soaked in sweat. Very difficult to take.

He patted on the anti-theft door and called An Zhenyuan's name. Peng Yan leaned against the door to listen, and there were slight footsteps inside.

With a "click", the door opened, and An Zhenyuan stood in front of him expressionlessly. Peng Yan was out of breath. When he saw the person in front of him, he suddenly felt very strange, with that expression of being thousands of miles away. , making his breathing slow down significantly.

"Where are you here?" Peng Yan said.

"Yes." An Zhenyuan agreed, then turned and went back to the bedroom to pack his luggage.

When Peng Yan saw the bed full of clothes and daily necessities, his heart skipped a beat. He stood at the door stupidly, not knowing what to say for a while.

"excuse me."

Peng Yan turned sideways, staring blankly at An Zhenyuan forgiving him, he thought that the next moment the other party would hug him and kiss him, but when he saw the other party walk into the bathroom, he was completely empty.

Peng Yan took a small step back, leaned against the door frame, swallowed his saliva, his voice was trembling and cautious, "Are you going to Beijing?"

An Zhenyuan came out of the bathroom with a razor in his hand, and he gave him a look that Peng Yan couldn't describe, "Yes."

Peng Yan froze on the spot after asking, he nodded stiffly, turned his head away at last, suddenly felt that the surrounding air was a bit thin, and he was a little out of breath.

An Zhenyuan turned his head away, and smiled wryly in his heart, since he said it was just for fun, why did he come?

He folded his clothes one by one, meticulously and slowly. At this moment, he wished that he hadn't heard anything and lived in lies all the time. As long as he could have this person, no matter what As a result, it is also possible.

Peng Yan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and felt that his eye circles were so hot, he put his hands in his pockets, forced a smile, and pretended not to care, "Oh, it's a good journey, take care."

An Zhenyuan's eyes were still on the messy clothes, but all the senses of his body were focused on his ears at this moment. He took a deep breath silently, turned his attention to the clothes again, and tidied them stiffly.

After waiting for a while, An Zhenyuan said slowly, "Okay."

Peng Yan looked at An Zhenyuan's back for a long time, seeming to be watching, but also didn't seem to be watching. Inexplicably, he seemed to be unable to remember any of the happy days with An Zhenyuan, but this somewhat indifferent back looked like A huge vortex, getting deeper and bigger, kept swaying in front of my eyes.

Peng Yan had some difficulty breathing, and told himself in his mind that if he didn't care so much, he really wouldn't care.

Peng Yan turned around and left, he needed fresh air.

An Zhenyuan heard Peng Yan's flustered footsteps, and comforted himself for a moment that he still had himself in his heart. Seeing the youth's underwear folded in his hand, he turned around and walked behind him, grabbing the opened door.

"What's the matter?" Peng Yan smiled, An Zhenyuan couldn't see it, but he himself felt uglier than crying at the moment.

"Peng Yan," An Zhenyuan wanted to raise his hand to touch the young man's face, but he didn't do that, he clenched his fist tightly, "Do you love me?"

As long as you say you love me, I will believe it.

Peng Yan looked into An Zhenyuan's eyes, and still felt that the bottom was clear.

It's just too clear, it doesn't look like he's lying, he secretly asked himself, why is it so true?How can it be so true?

Peng Yan, are you stupid?

People say that they have been looking for you for 20 years, and you really believe it. You always thought that they would fly with you, but you didn’t expect that when your official career came, you would fly solo. You still don’t give up and come to ask. Looking for abuse, who do you rely on?

Why was it so easy to believe in the first place?

Is it because you can't control your heart?How much is it really worth?

Mo Haiping and Peng Yingmei have been in love for six years and have been married for 18 years. Shouldn't they be cheating and committing suicide?

So, what can we do for 20 years? We haven't seen each other for so many years, and we only glimpsed each other when we were young. How can there be unswerving love until death?

Between reality and ideals, didn't he choose reality?

There's nothing wrong with that, nothing at all, and it's true of a lot of people when you look around.Since this is the case, is there any difference between saying you love or not loving? Is love that is not spoken is not love?After you say it, won't you leave?

Peng Yan smiled, "Is there any difference?"

"Have."

"No." Peng Yan said, with a calm expression on his face. After speaking, he opened the door and wanted to escape from here.

An Zhenyuan took Peng Yan's hand this time, and his voice was full of anger, "Is it true? I haven't loved, have you? Don't leave, just make it clear."

He didn't believe it, those days together were clearly being played out before his eyes, if the other party didn't like him, how could it be explained?

Just be cheap, even if he is considered worthless by the other party, he still wants to lock this person up, even if the other party is just for fun.

Peng Yan was taken aback, and laughed uncontrollably, "What are you doing, kid An Xiaoshan, are you addicted to fucking people?"

"Peng Yan!!"

"Hey hey, keep your voice down, I'm right in front of your eyes!" Peng Yan blocked his ears and said casually, the next moment, he blinked, "An Zhenyuan, I said I like you, do I love you?" No, so, you don’t have to do this, it will cause me to misunderstand, really, because you are obviously going to Beijing!!”

An Zhenyuan was startled, a certain thought flashed by, but at the moment he was very confused and didn't have a short time to figure it out, he hurriedly explained, "I went to Beijing because..."

"Enough!! Needless to say," Peng Yan interrupted him, and took a deep look at the other party, "That's it, let's do it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, An Zhenyuan still held him, he tried his best to shake off the other party, and pushed An Zhenyuan staggered back a few steps.

An Zhenyuan tripped over the scattered shoes on the ground, bumped into the shoe cabinet, touched a vase full of coins with his elbow, and accidentally knocked it over to the ground.

The broken voice made both of them quiet down.

Peng Yan looked at the coins all over the floor, and when the last one lay on the ground after a circle, he lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

An Zhenyuan looked at him, wondering why he said sorry, was it because of the vase, or because of feelings, or because he didn't want to say goodbye?

He just watched the other party go downstairs, and he didn't have the strength to catch up again.

After a while, there was a sound of closing the door in the corridor, and the surroundings fell into silence.

An Zhenyuan squatted down slowly after a while, and put together the messy coins one by one, but there were too many, he began to pile them up one by one, and a lot of glass shards caught his hand, He didn't seem to feel it, and he was still doing it expressionlessly.

He stopped slowly, and sat on the floor exhausted, with his arms on his knees, leaning against the shoe cabinet, his head facing the ceiling, staring at the laser light in a daze, his eyes gradually becoming blurred.

The coin on the ground was lying quietly, and a drop of bright red the size of a teardrop hit it, randomly smudged along the carved flowers on it.

It just sucks to lose something.

As noon approached, the flow of people going home for dinner increased sharply. Peng Yan looked around, not knowing how to get home for a while.

He waved, and a taxi pulled up beside him. After he got on, the driver asked him where he was going three times before he said "big city."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, said nothing else, turned around and drove towards the metropolitan shopping mall.

Peng Yan only wanted to go to places with a lot of people, he was afraid of places without people, he would keep thinking about An Zhenyuan, he told himself that he would be fine in two hours.

The driver parked the car on the side of the road, and Peng Yan paid the money to get out of the car.

Metropolis is the largest comprehensive shopping mall in Yancheng. The square in front of the gate is huge, and there is a huge LED screen hanging on the wall. At this time, "The Voice of China" is playing.

The girl on the screen is singing affectionately.

Love Me Do not Go

if you say you don't love me

不 要 听见 真的 说出口

再 给 我 一点 温柔

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Peng Yan's bell sounded the same way, and he couldn't help singing along, and the crowd around kept saying, "Turn, turn."

It was too hot, Peng Yan raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat, more and more, more and more.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered something he had said to someone when he was a child.

"You child, why do you cry so much? Are you a man? Why do you look like a little girl?"

"You cry so much, don't you pretend to be a man like Zhu Yingtai? Are you a girl? Are you, are you, are you?"

"Let me see if you have chichi?"

"Kiss you, if you don't have a baby, it's a boy."

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Peng Yan sat on the rest bench, with his arms on his legs, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, it seemed that some things were not so easy to forget.When I thought I remembered it, I couldn't remember it, and when I thought I had forgotten it, I ran out again.

The diaper on his face fell to the floor of the square along the tip of his nose. The hot weather dries quickly, and the floor returned to its original state in an instant.

"Don't go, Xiao Shan, I love you." Peng Yan said softly, "I really love you."

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Peng Yan's cell phone was always turned off, and he fell asleep in his mother's room for several days, never leaving the door until there was only half a bag of pickles and a wilted cucumber left in the refrigerator.

After he finished gnawing, there was a knock on the door in the yard, but Peng Yan turned a deaf ear to it and went straight to the bedroom, got into the bed and continued to sleep soundly with his head covered.

The knock on the door stopped, and after a while, the quilt on Peng Yan was lifted, and he opened his eyes in bewilderment, looking at the furious Zou Long.

"Fuck/Your uncle, Peng Yan, can you fucking change the way?" Zou Long grabbed Peng Yan's clothes indiscriminately, grabbed him from the bed, and then threw him on the bed heavily, "Damn Ma Lier Yes, why are you starving at home, and it’s not pleasant to die, so I’ll fuck it!!”

"Get out." Peng Yan raised his leg and kicked Zou Long, the voice in his throat was so hoarse that even he was startled.

"You're hungry to be stupid/forced," Zou Long patted himself on the chest, and said mockingly, "You are the one who has the ability to kick hard."

Peng Yan immediately jumped up from the bed, Zou Long quickly prepared his defense, who knew that the young man ran to the bathroom, lying on the toilet, and vomited wildly, vomited out all the undigested cucumbers and pickles, and then Bitter bile, in the end only physiological retching remained.

Zou Long felt distressed and anxious, and patted Peng Yan's back. He was speechless when he saw the young man's thin back.

Peng Yan stood up, because he hadn't got out of bed for a few days, his steps were a little sloppy for a while.He scooped up a handful of water to wash his face, rubbed it with soap to make bubbles, and wiped it with a towel after washing. He squinted at Zou Long, "What are you doing here?"

"Collect the corpse." Zou Long leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, "By the way, I will write a legacy for you."

Peng Yan said "hehe" twice, picked up the razor and repaired his horrible chin, "I'm sorry, your wish can't be fulfilled."

Zou Long smiled, took out his cigarette and lit it, "Are you okay?"

Peng Yan stroked his chin, looked left and right, then took a lighted cigarette from Zou Long's mouth, squinted his eyes while holding the cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Thanks to you, it's okay."

Zou Long lit another one, "Don't play tricks, I just vomited, and I smoked it again."

"That's right," Peng Yan rubbed his stomach, "Brother Long, take me to dinner?"

"Do you have a grudge against me? Did I owe you in my last life?" Zou Long scolded with a smile, "What are you eating?"

"Porridge." Peng Yan walked to the bedroom, put on a cardigan, found it a bit too big, and changed into a slightly tighter one, "I've been hungry for a few days, take your time, okay."

"Hmph, you have the face to say so."

Peng Yan just smiled and said nothing.

Zou Long patted Peng Yan on the back, "Look, the ribs are thinner."

Peng Yan smiled evilly, his outline was blurred by the smoke, and his tone was a little ambiguous, "It's fine if the dick is not thin."

Zou Long was taken aback, "Fuck, are you fucking serious? The one in front of you is a pure gay, stop fucking seducing me, I don't plan to find an acquaintance to start with!"

Peng Yan heheed twice, "You are such a zero, I don't even want to post it, it's too coquettish, I can't lower it."

"Fuck you," Zou Long kicked Peng Yan, "I'm 1, okay?"

"Oh? Really?" Peng Yan scratched his chin, "Assistant Gao doesn't look like Zero!"

Zou Long's cheeks turned red immediately, "Gun Gun Gun, I knew I wouldn't be here, how calm I am when you starve to death!"

Peng Yan smiled again and remained silent.

People came to "Xiangji Yanji Abalone", Peng Yan drank millet rice slowly, Zou Long smoked on the side, the lobby manager kept coming to greet, and wiped his sweat from time to time.

Zou Long was a little annoyed, and kindly explained, "Manager Li, it's okay, my buddy just came out of Monk Temple, and I can't eat your delicious delicacies for the time being, I will definitely come to patronize you in a few days, you are busy, We are really here to drink porridge, not to find fault."

Manager Li finally left.

Peng Yan laughed, and Zou Long looked impatient, "Fuck, you are laughing like a treasure, who is it all because of?"

Zou Long said again: "Aren't you going to work?"

"No more."

"Why?" Zou Long asked.

"Block the heart." Peng Yan scraped the bowl and drank the last spoonful, "I'm afraid that when I see Wei Yiming again, I can't help but beat him to death."

"You just ignore that stupid/forced person?"

"He told you everything?" Peng Yan threw the spoon into the bowl, took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, "All?"

"Well, it should be." Zou Long looked at the empty bowl, "Another bowl?"

Peng Yan waved his hand, indicating that there is no need.

"He can't find you, call me, I don't know the details, how can I do it?" Zou Long said "tsk", "Wei Yiming is not a real boy. I fudged a few words and accidentally missed it, so I found out."

Peng Yan let out a "hum".

"Hey, don't talk to him in the future, he just looks down on people like us, and he doesn't think about himself. After so many years of marriage, why doesn't he have a child? Fuck, he's so wicked." Zou Long looked at Peng Yan all over his body, "Are you all right?"

Peng Yan shrugged and smiled, "It's passed, I slept for a few days, and suddenly realized."

Zou Long was a little skeptical, but when he thought about Peng Yingmei's death a few years ago, Peng Yan's state at that time was indeed much better than now, as if nothing happened.

"What are you going to do next?"

Peng Yan thought for a while, "Take a rest first, don't worry about work or anything else, and prepare to go out and have fun. Relax."

"Alright, if you don't have the money, tell me."

"I have money, I didn't have time before, now I'm free, just right." Peng Yan thumped his neck, "Don't worry, I'm already thirty."

Zou Long nodded, "Yesterday is history, today is the beginning, and tomorrow will not work for anyone."

Peng Yan smiled, "Literati, it rhymes quite well."

"Okay, come back after playing, I will arrange work for you."

"to make."

Zou Long drove Peng Yan to his door, and he asked again worriedly, "Can you do it yourself? How about I come to you after the meeting?"

"Pull it down, don't come, I'm afraid that Gao Shang will misunderstand something again, you are lonely, right?"

"Well, judging by your virtue, I don't think it will be difficult for a while." Zou Long waved his hand, "I'm leaving, you can go home by yourself."

Peng Yan sent Zou Long away, looked at the dim lights on both sides of the road, and fell into deep thought, what is An Zhenyuan doing at this time?The group company is very busy, are you working overtime again?Is smoking bad?Do you still drink coffee?Can the stomach take it?

Peng Yan lowered his head and looked down at the toes of his shoes. After waiting for a while, he still felt that it was not good. He grabbed the clothes on his chest, and then rubbed his heart.

Turning around and entering the community, the security guard was on the phone. He glanced at it. The other party was afraid of being accused of not doing their job properly, so he immediately put down the microphone and stood up to salute.

Peng Yan was startled, his eyes fell on the phone, and he said, "Can I use the phone?"

Security guard: "Huh? Yes, yes."

"Thank you." Peng Yan stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, thinking that it is okay to just listen to the voice, anyway, it is a landline, so he played a series of familiar numbers.

——Hi, the number you dialed is empty! ——

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